#i snuck in a lot of my headcanons whoops

[agerefandom]

Top 10: Tumblr vs. AO3

Just felt like doing some statistics with my work!! Comparing AO3 popular fics vs. tumblr popular fics and seeing what I found out: thought other people might be interested as well! Ramblings about patterns and causes are under the ‘read more’ :P 

AO3 (by kudos): 

Class Outing: BNHA, regressor!Izuku (1247 kudos) 

Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To: Resident Evil, regressor!reader, caregiver!Lady Dimitrescu (759 kudos) 

Cold Palms, Warm Heart: Twilight, regressor!reader, caregivers!Alice and Jasper (573 kudos) 

The Doctor’s Office: Twilight, regressor!reader, caregiver!Carlisle (403 kudos) 

Kitchen Friends: Marvel, regressor!reader, caregiver!Steve and Bucky (336 kudos) 

Sound and Silence: BNHA, regressor!Aizawa, cg!Hizashi (321 kudos)

Restrained: Death Note, regressor!Light, caregiver!L (309 kudos)

A Story For Sans: regressor!Sans, caregiver!Papyrus (278 kudos) 

Home Sweet Home: caregivers!Carlisle and Esme, regressor!Cullens (273 kudos) 

To Weather The Storm: caregiver!Tamaki, regressor!Haruhi (238 kudos) 

Tumblr (fics only): 

Class Outing (167 notes) 

Cold Palms, Warm Heart (159 notes)

The Playtime Solution: Sanders Sides, regressor!Logan (159 notes)

The Doctor’s Office (150 notes) 

Sugary Sweet: Twilight, regressor!reader, cg!Jasper and Alice (150 notes) 

Kitchen Friends (125 notes) 

Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To (116 notes)

What Family Is: Harry Potter, regressor!reader, cg!Remus and Sirius (116 notes) 

Just Plane Overwhelmed: Sanders Sides, regressor!Virgil (111 notes) 

Golden Slumbers: Harry Potter, regressor!reader and Harry, cg!Fred (110 notes) 

Overall Tumblr Top 10:

Caregiver Valerie Frizzle headcanons & moodboard (409 notes)

Writing Prompts 2019 / 2022 (290/365 notes)

Caregivers Tiana and Naveen headcanons (244 notes)

Caregiver Jack Skellington moodboard (229 notes)

Caregiver Morticia Addams moodboard (224 notes)

Regressor Wybie Moodboard (205 notes)

Caregiver Bruno Madrigal headcanons (201 notes)

Caregiver Jack Skellington headcanons (191 notes)

Caregivers Sundrop and Moondrop headcanons (189 notes)

Caregiver Belle headcanons (182 notes)

This was really interesting!! 

Re: overall tumblr top 10: I think it’s funny that my throwaway moodboards are often some of the most popular content on my blog. Things I’m just like ‘ooh I gotta make this’ are mixed in with requests, I think that’s interesting! Ms. Frizzle just blowing away the competition, that’s amazing and I love it. Nothing is even close to how popular she is, and she deserves it. Jack Skellington coming onto the list twice? Come through king, I would love to write a full fic in Halloweentown sometime. 

Generally, the more ‘alternative’ characters seem to get a lot more attention on my blog: The Pumpkin King, Morticia, Wybie, Sundrop and Moondrop... Tiana and Naveen really snuck up there though! 

Moving onto the more direct fic comparison: 

....well this made me realize that I never published my Sanders Sides fics from this blog on AO3, whoops 

Setting that aside, fics with angst and plot tend to do better on AO3, while fluffy stories do better on tumblr: Sugary Sweet doesn’t even hit my top 10 on AO3 and it’s one of the fluffiest fics I’ve ever written, coming in at #5 on the tumblr list 

On the other hand, Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To is by far one of my best performing fics on AO3, but comes in at number 6 (tied with another fic) on tumblr, probably because it features a lot of action and gore alongside the fluffy agere elements, same for Restrained showing up on the AO3 top but not tumblr’s. 

My Harry Potter fics do way better on tumblr, which is interesting? Maybe Harry Potter fans are still reading their fics on independent forums? Or Harry Potter folks on AO3 don’t cross over much with the agere crowd. (Or maybe they’re just overloaded with /reader fics) I haven’t been actually into the HP community since around 2011 so I’m not sure what’s up there. 

Big shoutout to Class Outing for dominating the top of both lists: BNHA is such a big fandom that it makes sense, and I wrote that fic on @agere-fandom-time, which I think got more interaction than this blog: it seems like people are more comfortable interacting with a group-run blog, rather than an individual writer. Or maybe that’s a natural consequence of more writers putting out more consistent content, letting the blog get bigger. I’m not sure! Either way, even if I’m not into BNHA anymore, I feel like it’s a good piece of my writing, so I’m happy for it to be my top spot. 

[giggleeclown]

Are you gonna do some headcanons about the hero team? 'Cause while I could do that for you, I would rather not spending hours and risking my @ss get whoop by my mom just to write tk headcanons about five people (sixth if you count Rollpanna) and my litmit is three, as seen in the Donburi trio tk headcanons post.

I’ve had horrible writers block so I’ve been putting this one off but I’d love to write for the heroes!

Here are all my hero Anpanman tickle headcanons!

Anpanman: Perfect 50/50 Switch. Babyish lee, gentle, awkward ler.

He has giggles for days. Fucking ADORABLE lee

I feel like he definitely got tickled as a kid and ESPECIALLY as a baby. (Have you heard how he giggled as a baby??? So cute…) little Anpanman was definitely tickled by the bakers.

I have this hc that Melonpanna and Creampanda just… Chase him around and pin him down and tickle him ruthlessly. Seeing the hero that saves the universe get tickled by two little kids is an adorable thought.

CANNOT handle tickle teases at all. Can’t handle the word either.

Hiccups. Lots and lots of hiccups. This one’s partially canon because Anpanman hiccups when he laughs, but I specifically mean that if you tickle him for too long, he will get the hiccups and won’t be able to stop.

You don’t have to restrain him, he will stay still for you. If he didn’t stay still, he would kick and might accidentally hurt you with his strength. If he has to focus on something like holding something, he’ll stay as still as he can with that; too.

The fact that he has to stay still makes it harder for him to focus on enjoying the tickles, which is why it’s great when Shokupanman and Currypanman decide they want to tickle him. They can hold him down and he no longer has to worry about hitting them or hurting them because they’re strong as well. It also makes the tickling more powerful and makes him laugh harder.

If he gets tickled by surprise, he goes into tickle paralysis. (The act of freezing up due to shock when you’re tickled.) this one is also partially canon because in the special with the ghost family, the mother ghost snuck up behind him and tickled him and he froze up.

He laughs like a little child again when he’s tickled, full of squeals and giggles and hiccups.

He is VERY easy to make blush. The fact that he’s being tickled in general makes him heat up and laugh harder.

He will actually say “that tickles!” . LIKE HONEY WE KNOW HDJWJDHRB (also canon)

On the ler side, he’s a very gentle ler. He doesn’t tickle often, either, because he gets tickled in battle so often. He definitely gets tickled more than he tickles, but if he does tickle you, it’s very gentle pokes and skitters. They don’t last long, either. If you say stop, even if you don’t want him to, he will immediately let up and apologize.

He giggles with you. He finds your laughter very cute and funny. I feel like he’s not a big fan of physically restraining, but if he does restrain you, he doesn’t have to use any force because he’s so strong, so it won’t hurt.

He’s a little awkward about tickle teasing, but if he finds his lee particularly cute, he won’t be able to help himself.

Very gentle aftercare, he will get worried if he thinks he tickled too much. Especially if you start coughing.

If it’s Baikinman however… he’s going to tickle faster and harder on purpose. He will tease more, too. (It is canon that he gets particularly more mischievous when Baikinman is met with a punishment. Wether it’s laughing at his expense, commenting on his struggle or verbally pushing his buttons before delivering a punch, he’s very mischievous with him. Especially in early episodes.)

His primary tickle spots are his sides of his face, feet, tummy, neck,(where his neck would be if he had one) back/shoulder blades, legs and knees. But his main tickle spot is right under his arms! (All of these are canon tickle spots besides neck and back, ticklish underarms being his weak spot is canon)

His primary lees are the other heroes and Baikinman, same way for his lers.

Shokupanman: hysterical lee, gentle ler.

Where do I even start with poor Shokupanman? He is canonically SO ticklish. Just thinking about his tickle scenes is making me want to melt. I’m smiling while writing his hcs.

He is definitely a lee that will burst out laughing and start to thrash before he gets tickled. If he’s anticipating it, he is going to lose it.

LOUD. very loud and ticklish. SCREAMS AND SQUEALS ALL OVER THE PLACE.

Definitely the type to tear up while he’s being tickled. He is also definitely a thrasher if you get him good

My absolute favorite thing about Shokupanman in canon is that he is this really sophisticated guy but when he laughs he laughs all goofy. It’s even worse when he’s tickled and that’s CANON.

He’s definitely the type to need a minute afterwards, he needs to catch his breath and shake it off

VERY embarrassed about the fact that he likes being tickled. Even more embarrassed about the way he sounds when he laughs. (Everyone thinks he’s absolutely precious though)

DEFINITELY snorts. No doubt about it. Followed by squeaky attempts to catch his breath.

Woodland creatures TOTALLY tickle him. Little squirrels hopping onto his shoulders and trailing their fluffy tails, feathery birds, little harmless spiders and caterpillars crawling across the soles of his boots, you name it. (He’s gotten tickled by a bird once in canon :3)

He paints… he has paint brushes… you see where I’m going with this. Being used as an art project or even self tickles with the brushes would be ADORABLE for him.

Definitely acts like a little brat to get pulled out of the air and tickled

As a ler, he is very composed and teasy, the total opposite of his lee side

Lecturing teases. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have tested me.” “Actions have consequences” “that’s what you get for being so cute/ticklish!”

Very sweet tickles to children and literally anyone else but Currypanman. He’s RUTHLESS with Currypanman.

Sing-song voice, pretends to play you like a harp

Does the cliche ‘finger under the chin’ tickle

Will baby talk you and coo to tease

Tickles his little animal friends back! They’re so cute, they deserve belly rubs!

Very often has tickle wars with currypanman to settle arguments. Neither win.

Very good at aftercare. Lots of back rubs, will not leave you until you’re okay.

His most ticklish spots are his legs/knees, hips, neck and shoulders (canon) underarms (canon) back and sides.

Currypanman: ler leaning. RUTHLESS ler, even more hysterical lee.

His laugh is FUNNY, which makes him a great tickle target. It’s SHRIEKY. Loads of shrieks, yelps, cackles and other interesting sounds in his laugh. Everyone thinks it’s so cute though.

He has no mercy. If you tickle him, he will do whatever it takes to get you off of him. He goes into fight or flight mode and will try to push you or kick you or whatever he can to get you away from him…. And then still be mad at you for tickling him after he’s kicked you to china.

He CANNOT STAND baby talk. Immediate telling you to shut up through cackles, drowning you out with squeals and an angry blush.

Will get legitimately mad at you if you raspberry him, but can’t do anything about it if he’s restrained except for cackle and shriek.

…might cuss you out

In the rare chance that he’s in a lee mood, you won’t know. He will keep it an absolute secret… but may act more like a brat to get tickles. He won’t let anyone know he likes being tickled outside of a tickle fight… but Anpanman has suspicions in a loving friend way.

He isn’t always angry and embarrassed as a lee, sometimes, if he’s more playful, he’ll get into it a little more and be more cheerful. He’ll be pleading for you to stop the whole time though.

Ohoh… as a ler… oh boy. Run.

Absolutely fucking ruthless.

If you just finished tickling him especially… congratulations! You’ve officially planned your death! He is not going easy on you.

He is full on restraining you until you can’t move a muscle, tickling you hard and quick anywhere where you react the best. If you show extreme reaction towards a spot, he’s tickling it vigorously until it hurts.

The MASTER of tickle teases. Is able to tease really quickly with no remorse.

You had better believe he is tickle biting, raspberrying and nuzzling into any bare skin he can reach

Laughs along with you, has mastered an evil laugh for this very occasion

FAST HANDS.

…may not know when to stop. It might start to hurt or make you upset. He’s also not the best at aftercare, but you had better believe he’ll make it up to you. If you’re particularly upset, he’ll hold up his arms and let you tickle him back so that you’re even.

Most ticklish under his arms (canon) feet (canon) neck (canon) ribcage, sides and hips.

His primary lees are all of the heroes, primary lers are Anpanman and Shokupanman.

Melonpanna: lee leaning switch. Adorable lee, tactical ler.

Melonpanna is definitely super ticklish, and she likes it, too.

She doesn’t exactly tell you to stop and mean it. She may giggle out a plea to stop… but she really does enjoy the game. It’s no secret, either. Tickling is very fun for her!

Having such a connection to her sister, seeing her sad is a common experience. That’s why she needs tickles to cheer her up and get her mind off her sad feelings!

VERY squeaky giggles, lots of squeals. It’s the most adorable thing ever.

She’s very small, so she’s easy to grab and restrain, especially if you’re another hero with more strength than her.

Absolutely loves the tickle monster. She’ll squeal and try to get away, but doesn’t really want that.

Anticipating tickling her is hell to her, she can’t stand anticipation.

Holding her upside down or spinning her around while tickling her is an extra fun time to her, but do it in moderation.

Does not like too much stimulation or rough tickles. Gentle, teasing tickles are her favorite kind. More playful aspects are welcome, but only very gently. Too much tickling will upset her.

Playfully pouts afterwards from being ‘bullied’ , but really doesn’t mind.

As a ler, she is either gentle if they’re littler than her, or mischievous if they’re older.

Littler children or creatures that are smaller than her get a more soft experience, a soft hold with playful tickles. She anticipates with other people too, knowing it puts them into a tizzy. Bonus points if the ‘smaller creature’ is an adult like Peter or something

Taller adults get latched onto and tickled relentlessly with lots of teases and relentless scribbles on their worst spots. She is a little leech. (Hey, sometimes the adults need a good tickle like this, though.)

Raspberries are key. Especially if she can get your bare tummy.

She is very intrigued by ticklish appendages that she doesn’t have like ears and tails.

Her most ticklish spots are under her arms (canon) ribcage, belly and feet.

Primary lees are… everyone. Especially her baby brother and akachanman. Primary lers are mainly uncle jam, currypanman and Shokupanman.

Creampanda: almost a complete ler. Frustrated lee, mischievous ler.

Frustrated is an understatement. I just do not see him liking being tickled at all. Maybe by his sisters, but nobody else. It’s probably more embarrassing to him than anything. He wants to be big and tough like anpanman, not small and ticklish.

I think probably the first response you’re going to get to tickling him is “NOOOO”.

If it’s competitive tickling, it’s a different story. He will have a tickle fight with you because it’s a form of battle. If he loses too much though and it becomes one sided, he won’t like it anymore.

God FORBID Anpanman tickles him for a split second or watches him get tickled. It’s IMMEDIATE embarrassment. (Which is interesting because of how ticklish poor Anpanman is.) he will just not tolerate it djdnfhrj

He will let his sisters tickle him. Melonpanna likes to have tickle fights with him, but rollpanna very seldom partakes. When she does, though, any amount of affection is important to him, so he appreciates her touch.

If you are going to have a tickle fight with him, you had better make your tickling rough. He doesn’t appreciate being treated like a baby in a fight, either. Just don’t pin him down and take over.

Adorable giggles and squeals

As a ler… ohhh he is such a hypocrite

He will legitimately do everything he hates to you. Get you by surprise, hold you down mercilessly, lots of teases, tickle you in front of people; the whole thing.

Fast little fingers. And he can hold on for AGES, no matter how hard you squirm. Like riding a bull.

He will laugh HYSTERICALLY while tickling you. It’s way more fun than being tickled in his opinion.

Tickling littler kids than him is fun too, it makes him feel like a ‘big kid’.

He can also be a little bad about boundaries, he might be having so much fun he forgets to stop, but he never means any harm.

His ticklish spots are his chubby belly, the sides of his face, his feet, knees, hips and palms of his hands.

Lers… are mainly Currypanman. He’s the only one who will do it right 💀 as well as melonpanna and the occasional rollpanna

Lees… everyone else.

Bonus: (because she doesn’t rlly count as a hero and also there’s not many hc’s I can put for her)

Rollpanna; hesitant lee…equally as hesitant ler.

She barely knows what tickling is at all. She didn’t really know what it was until years after she was created… and after that she didn’t really like it much anyways.

Melonpanna and Creampanda tried to show her, but she’s so weary about them getting too close that they didn’t get the chance.

It was Laura who tickled her first. She didn’t even really get permission, just dove in and tickled her. Rollpanna didn’t even know she was ticklish before this, and she still can’t decide how she feels about it. It definitely lit up her red heart though.

In terms of ticklishness, she isn’t really all that ticklish. She’s not ticklish enough to really squirm or kick or laugh too loud, but she definitely has the sweetest giggles around. High pitched, happy, squeaky giggles.

Laughing makes her happy, but she’s unsure of how tickling itself rests in her book. She knows that Laura tickling her makes her happy in a romantic way, though. And she would, eventually, accept familial tickles from her baby siblings if they ever got the chance.

She blushes when she’s tickled, and her beautiful eyes light up and glisten. She doesn’t thrash, but her body shakes with laughter, and, if she’s pushing against you, her arms tremble. She needs to catch her breath when you’re done.

As for a ler, she’s also a little skeptical of tickling others. She knows that when she puts her hands on others, it turns out poorly, so she doesn’t want to lose control and become aggressive.

The first time she tickled someone, it was Laura, and she was trying to get her off of her. One squeeze to her sides later, she had whipped back with a squeak and was protesting that it was nothing. Rollpanna decided that she might like tickling others too after it happened a couple other times.

She has tickled her little siblings a very rare few times, mainly just little pokes.

The only tickling experience she’s had with her siblings where she was the lee was when they were in a field and found cat tails. A few brushes along her neck and face were enough for them to realize she had a reaction, but Melonpanna told Creampanda they should be gentle with her, and he didn’t push it further than that.

Overall… she doesn’t know where she’s ticklish yet, or how ticklish she is. She knows her sides and neck are sensitive, as well as the little bit of her upper face that’s showing. But she doesn’t know how much because she has been barely tickled, and for short amounts of time. She responds fairly well to both light and rough tickling.

Melonpanna, Creampanda and Laura all her lees and her lers. I can see her tickling Baikinman one day, though, if they ever got on better terms.

[mari-cherri]

Some Ot4 cuddles!! I wanted to give them some love for @mlshipfleet‘s alyadrininette week but I’m a day late, whoops...  I’ve never drawn them all together like this so it was fun! I love them so much

[bakukags]

Hey! I love your writing 💛 Can you write a headcanon (bakugou, shoto, hawks, aizawa, dabi), with their s/o being scared of thunder, please? (I'm not sure if you write for all of them, but if you don't lmk!) thank you ✨

THE MHA BOYS WITH A S/O WHO’S AFRAID OF THUNDER

a/n: hi lovely! omg, thank you so much for your support – it really means so much to me! also, I hope you don’t mind that Bakugou’s is really long for some reason (I got a bit carried away whoops). Thank you so much for being my first request! Hope you enjoy 😊

BAKUGOU KATSUKI:

Everything had started out fine. Bakugou had snuck into your bedroom to watch a movie with you, and you were enjoying spending time with him

He was usually busy with training, so you really appreciated these small moments with him

So, you snuggled up to his side, and looked up expectantly at him, waiting for him to put his arm around you

He rolled his eyes and muttered a complaint under his breath as he reluctantly put his arm around you.

But who was he kidding? You both knew that he secretly loved cuddling with you, but he’d rather die than admit it to you out loud

Everything was perfect as you and Bakugou cuddled and watched your favorite movie

Until you heard a loud rumble from outside.

Startled by the noise, you jumped out of Bakugou’s arms and looked around.

“Why are you being so skittish? It’s just the thunder idiot.” Bakugou looked up at you annoyed.

You nodded your head before sitting back down, forcing yourself to act relaxed.

You were scared of thunder, but you were even more scared of admitting that fear to you boyfriend.

You thought that if you told him, he would laugh at you or think less of you because of your fear, so you stayed silent, determined to hide your fear from him.

However, as the sounds outside continued, you couldn’t help the small tremors that shook your body. You tried to ignore the sounds and focus on the movie, but your traitorous mind insisted on focusing on the menacing sounds coming from outside.

Each boom sounded louder than the last, and you scooted away from Bakugou’s arms so that he wouldn’t feel you shaking.

However, the minute he felt your warmth leave his side, he looked up confused.

“What are you doing? Why did you move away?” He growled, annoyed that you had suddenly moved away from him.

You opened your mouth to give him an excuse, but a shriek came out instead when you heard another loud rumble.

Now Bakugou’s definitely suspicious, and he pauses the movie to walk over to you, only to have you scoot away from him.

Whenever he approaches you, you scoot away, scared that if he comes too close, he’ll figure out your fear. However, the more you move away from him, the angrier he becomes.

“Stop running away from me idiot!” He yells at you in frustration, and you flinch as the thunder rumbles again.

His heart drops as he sees you flinch, thinking that you flinched because he yelled at you. His initial anger subsides immediately, and he lowers his voice.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He asks. The only response he receives is silence, and he sighs. “Please?” He chokes out the word, making a face as if it hurt him to say it.

You look up at him, surprised. His face was contorted into an overly exaggerated face of pain, and suddenly you let out a laugh that comes out more like a sob.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me?” You ask, the words as soft as a whisper. He has to strain his ears to catch them over the sounds of thunder.

“Yeah, as long as you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.” Bakugou says, eyeing you with curiosity.

You look away from him and finally let the truth out. “I’m scared of thunder.” You closed your eyes, waiting for his inevitable laughter and teasing, only it never came.

“Why didn’t you just say that in the first place idiot? You got me all worried for nothing.” You feel rather than see Bakugou sit down next to you.

He puts his arm around you without you having to ask, making you look at him in surprise. This is the first time that he’s ever initiated cuddling without you having to as first.

“Katsu?” You notice the pink flush on his neck, as he avoids your gaze.

“Just shut up idiot and come here.”

You open your mouth to tease him about his blush, but another booming sound from outside causes you to shriek and bury your face into Bakugou’s chest.

And as you breathe in his familiar caramel scent, you can’t help but feel soothed. His hands unconsciously reach up to soothingly stroke your head, and you feel your body relax against his.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asks, pausing his hand in your hair as he waits for your answer.

“I was scared that you would make fun of me or think less of me.” You mumbled, face still buried in his chest.

There was silence for a moment, before his hand starts moving again.

“I would never think less of you” He says, voice uncharacteristically soft. “You’re the strongest person I know – besides me of course.”

You let out a chuckle, and he smiles down at you, happy to hear your laughter.

“Thanks Katsu, that means a lot.”

And as you lay your head on Bakugou’s chest, his sweet caramel scent and warm arms are just enough to make you feel safe.

You were still scared of thunder storms, but with Bakugou by your side, you felt invincible.

 TODOROKI SHOTO:

Todoroki should have known something was wrong when you were a half an hour late.

You had both planned on spending some time together in his dorm room that night, yet you were nowhere to be found.

He had figured that you were busy and had just forgotten about the plans, so he texted you to remind you. After waiting ten minutes with no response from you, he started to get worried.

So, he called you, but was immediately sent to voicemail. He tried calling a second time, but was sent to voicemail again.

Sensing that something was off, Todoroki walked outside and asked people if they’d seen you.

Almost nobody had seen you and Todoroki was getting more frantic by the second.

However, when he asked Midoriya, he got an answer – you were in your dorm room.

Running to your room, he knocked on the door and waited for you to let him in. When only silence answered him, he tried turning the doorknob, surprised when it wasn’t locked.

Calling out your name, he hesitantly looked around the room for you. He finally found you curled in a ball in the corner of the room.

Closing the door behind him, he walked towards you, causing you to look up at him.

He immediately knew something was wrong when your eyes that were usually bright with mischief were full of fear.

Your entire body was trembling and you held your legs tightly to your chest as if you were trying to protect yourself from the world.

His heart ached for you, and he slowly approached you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, surprised when you flinched. He narrowed his eyes at your lack of response and immediately observed the situation. But as he looked around the room, he couldn’t figure out why you were so scared.

Another boom echoed in the air, and Todoroki felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

You buried your face into his shoulder, trying to drown out the loud noise outside.

As another wave of thunder hit, you let out a whimper and clung tighter to Todoroki. His eyes widened as he realized what you were afraid of.

“Is it the thunder?” He whispered, protectively wrapping his arms around you.

He felt you nod against him, and he felt relieved at figuring out what was bothering you.

He squeezed you tighter to him and murmured comforting words in your ear in an attempt to get your mind off the thunder outside.

“Just focus on my voice okay? Don’t worry, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

Little by little, you feel the tension leaving your body as you focus on your boyfriend.

His comforting voice feels like coming home. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel your breathing even out as you listen to Todoroki’s soothing voice.

“I’ll always be here for you, I promise.” You hear him murmur, before planting a kiss on your forehead.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face.

HAWKS:

He absolutely hates thunder too because he’s a bird and it’s way too loud for him.

Although you’re scared of thunderstorms, he’s more scared than you are but he’ll never admit it because he doesn’t want to appear weak.

And if you ask him if he’s scared or point it out, he’ll get annoyed and totally deny it.

But when he hears the first sound of thunder, he’s instantly by your side.

He tells you that the reason he’s by your side so fast is because he needs to protect you, but in reality he just feels safer and more at ease when he’s near you.

During the storm, he’ll lie on top of you and hug you, using his wings as protection to keep you guys warm and to block out the loud noises.

You feel so safe and warm that you almost forget that there’s a thunder storm outside.

You can tell by the way his body tenses that he’s uncomfortable with the loud noises, so you play with his hair to help soothe him and he loves it.

“You’re lucky that you have such a wonderful boyfriend who protects you from thunderstorms.” Hawks jokes, smiling arrogantly at you.

You snort in disbelief. “More like I’m the one protecting you.” You tease, causing him to pout.

But after teasing each other for a bit, you guys both start talking about more serious things.

Being under his wings is like a safe place not just for the thunderstorm, but just to talk about anything.

And it’s also the place where you first tell him you love him.

“I love you.” You murmur as you snuggle up to him. You instantly freeze – you hadn’t meant to say those words out loud.

You feel him tense up against you before he relaxes again. You feel his wings puffing up proudly around you and when he speaks, you can hear the smug smile in his voice.

“I love you too princess.”

 AIZAWA SHOTA:

He’s really perceptive, so he notices immediately that your body only tenses up whenever you hear thunder.

He doesn’t really say anything, just grabs a bunch of blankets and wraps the two of you together into a little burrito blanket

He loves cuddling, so this is just like another excuse to cuddle

He’ll wrap his arms around you protectively and whisper about how much he loves you and how wonderful you are until you’re only focusing on his voice

He sometimes even lets you braid his hair as a distraction because he loves you so much and is  willing to do anything to make you feel safer

He loves the feelings of your hands running through his hair, so it’s also just another excuse to get you to touch his hair

Will literally get you anything you need to distract yourself and has a pair of headphones ready for the two of you to share to help block out the noise.

He refuses your side until he’s absolutely sure that you’re okay.

“Shota, you can let go of me. The storm is over now.”

“But I don’t want to. I want to stay like this forever.”

 DABI:

When Dabi first finds out that you’re scared of thunderstorms, he laughs.

“That’s real cute sweetheart,” he says to you as you stare at him in disbelief.

“You think it’s cute that I’m afraid of storms?” You ask him incredulously.

“Yeah, it’s just that you seem so perfect all the time that it’s a relief to know that you actually have a fear. Makes you seem more real.” He explains casually.

From then on, whenever there’s a thunderstorm, he’ll hug you from behind and comfort you.

He’ll also rhythmically rub circles along your back and arms to try to soothe you.

If anyone tries to make fun of your fear, he won’t say a word – after all, the blue flames threateningly erupting from his palm get the point across.

Sometimes he’ll try to distract you by teasing you and calling you names in an attempt to try to get you to focus less on the storm and more on him.

But other times, he’ll just hug you and won’t say a word.

And that’s okay. You don’t need words to make you feel safe – just him being by your side is enough.

[nagichi-boop]

Haikyuu BF Headcanons - Movie Date!!

Please leave me some requests, I'm thirsty for headcanon ideas-

Anyways, here's a few of my own headcanons for some of my favourite boys. 😔

This post contains headcanons for the following characters: Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Kuroo and Sugawara.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

• Yamaguchi has been waiting for an opportunity to show you have brave and manly he can be, and finally his chance is here.

• He invites you to the cinema to watch the newest horror film, hoping he can prove himself to you.

• When he texted Tsukki his idea beforehand, he was told that it was a bad idea and it would probably backfire, but Yamaguchi was determined to impress you!

• The two of you meet just before the movie. Yamaguchi insists on buying you a drink and some food.

• You are too afraid to tell him you brought snacks with you because he's so determined and you don't want to ruin his mood. Plus, he's very cute when he's like this!

• Yamaguchi offers his hand to you at the start of the movie in case you get scared. You accept his offer and hold hands with him, your fingers interlocking.

• You hand gets squeezed multiple times during the film. You quietly glance at Yamaguchi who is very clearly tensed up and trying not to scream.

• You hand is literally red after the film, but you make excuses and say it's because your hand got warm from holding his hand for so long. (You didn't want to crush his spirits.)

• He asks to be excused and goes to the bathroom to try and de-stress.

• The two of you walk to your house. Yamaguchi gives you his jacket and holds your hand (but doesn't squeeze it this time).

• You talk about the film but notice Yamaguchi is trying very hard to forget the scary parts and play it off like he wasn't effected, so you turn the topic of conversation away from the scary parts.

• Before you two go your separate ways, you reward Yamaguchi's bravery by kissing him and thanking him for the fun date.

• He blushes a little and puts his arm behind is head, saying, "No problem, I had a lot of fun!"

• You walk towards your door, but then turn your head around to glance at Yamaguchi. He is blushing furiously and acting giddy. You take a sneaky picture because bOY, IS HE PURE!!

• He dials a number before beginning to walk away from the house. You sneak around to see him. He is on the phone to Tsukki and borderline yelling to him out of excitement about how the date went.

• You chuckle, and then decide to go into your house. You hope to go on a date again soon.

Nishinoya Yuu

• He's been raving to you about a new action movie that's coming out because he is desperate for someone to watch it with him.

• You spend the afternoon at his house playing video games and eating pizza before the film. The both of you are super pumped by the time you get to the cinema.

• At all of the fight scenes, you look at Noya who constantly gestures (e.g. clenched his fists, punches the air, etc) with a huge smile on his face. Seeing him this excited makes you smile.

• He is so ecstatic after the film. He's jumping around and giddily talking to you about the film. You quickly join in on the enthusiastic yelling.

• The staff stare at you as this happens and eventually you pick up on the hints, so you suggest to Nishinoya that the two of you find somewhere else to talk.

• You go back to his house and talk about the film while doing some late night snacking.

• You suddenly realise it's super late. Nishinoya suggests you sleep over, so you text your parents to see if this is okay and they agree. (Nishinoya may not be the most mature or responsible person, but they don't expect him to do anything that they wouldn't approve of since he's a pure bean.)

• He gives you a pair of his pajamas to wear. (If you're taller than him, he gives you a t-shirt that Asahi left at his house during a sleepover they had years ago.)

• He gets out some sleeping bags and pillows. You are given the couch to sleep on and he sleeps on the floor. You both fall asleep instantly.

• You spend the next morning relaxing with one another before you go home in the afternoon.

• You bear hug each other and give each other a high five before you go home. You look forward to hanging out again soon!

Kuroo Tetsurou

• The two of you have been going out for a few weeks and he finally asks you on an official date to the movies. You gladly accept.

• He asks if it's okay to invite Kenma because he has invited you to a film he wanted to watch with Kenma (and he wants to get Kenma out of the house). You are more than happy for Kenma to come since the two of you are friends.

• Somehow Bokuto finds out and he invites himself and Akaashi along (without realising it was meant to be a date).

• Kuroo profusely apologises for this, but you just giggle and tell him it's okay - the more the merrier!

• The movie you watch is a video game film. Kuroo is hoping it will be a "so bad it's good" type of movie. (Kenma expects that he will be disappointed by the film. Bokuto genuinely enjoys these films because he loves the childish/cringey jokes. Akaashi is more or less just acting as Bokuto's guardian and he couldn't care less about the film.)

• You sit in the following order from left to right; Akaashi, Bokuto, you, Kuroo, Kenma.

• You and Akaashi snuck snacks in and Kuroo pulled out drinks from his bag that he had snuck in. You distribute these between everyone before the film begins.

• Bokuto spends most of the film laughing and saying things like, "Did you see that, Akaashi?!"

• Kuroo looks at you apologetically (but also somewhat amused) and Kenma looks like he is suffering. Akaashi looks like his mind is somewhere else.

• After the date, you go off with Kuroo and Kenma. (Akaashi practically has to drag Bokuto away on your behalf because he quickly read the situation and doesn't want Bokuto to ruin it.)

• The three of you get a burger together and discuss the movie. Kuroo talks about all the cringey jokes whereas Kenma points out the plot holes and clichés.

• When you're asked about your opinion, you say that you thought the movie was okay. You then smile sweetly at Kuroo and say, "I just enjoyed being able to spend time with you."

• Kuroo gets a bit flustered. Kenma looks up at him, then continues to eat his food.

• They both walk you home and you wave each other goodbye. You're both walking away dissatisfied, until...

• You both turn around at the same time. Caught off guard, you stop for a second, before the adrenaline kicks in and you run towards him.

• You jump into his arms, then kiss each other and say goodnight before running off again.

• Kuroo just smiles. He goes home satisfied.

Sugawara Koushi

• The two of you aren't dating yet, but he had a plan to ask you out. You assume his invite to the cinema is because you're friends, so you go along, quietly hoping for it to be more than that.

• There's a new romance movie that is said to be really good. You're excited to go, especially because you low-key have feelings for Suga and are hoping the movie choice is a hint.

• He meets you hours before the movie and the two of you spend some time together. You go to the café, the arcade, etc.

• When you're in the arcade, he suddenly gets very nervous and takes you somewhere else. (You find out afterwards that the first years were all there and he didn't want Hinata and Kageyama to cause a scene upon seeing you together.)

• He buys you drinks and snacks at the cinema because you are both rule followers and sneaking snacks in is like breaking the law to the two of you.

• He gives you nervous glances every now and then during the film, especially during the more romantic scenes.

• He low-key stares at you at the heavily romantic scenes. He thinks you look really cute - your eyes are sparkling, your lips are slightly parted, your cheeks are slightly rosy-

• He looks away and covers the lower half of his face with his arm because he can feel himself blushing.

• The two of you talk about the film afterwards as you walk out of the theater.

• He lends you his jacket and walks you home.

• He hesitates and says goodnight. You respond the same thing back, then turn around and walk towards your door. You were hoping something would happen, so you're a bit disappointed.

• You suddenly feel someone grabbing your wrist. You turn around suddenly to see Sugawara looking at you with furrowed brows, blushing at you.

• He pauses for a moment and avoids eye contact with you. His eyes then meet your's again.

• "Y/n, I like you. Would you like to go out with me?"

• You are a bit shocked, so you take a moment to respond. You give him a hearty "Yes". The two of you have the biggest smiles on your face.

• You hug each other and then go your separate ways. You are super happy to finally be dating Sugawara!

This ended up being a lot longer than I planned, whoops. Hope you like it anyways! 💞

[my-arlington-academia]

Hello! Could I get headcanons for the main 10 with a Scholar who likes to leave love letters around for them to find?

Yes! 💗 and thank you for the request ✊ I'm not sure if they're already dating or not? I'm gonna assume they are. (This turned out to be so long! I'm gonna flood the tags again...)

Alistair

- first time you gave him one, it was on his desk

- he tried to read as swiftly as he could, but as he was reading through it, he started getting weird looks from the other students

- not surprising, he was grinning the whole time

- Raquel tried to look over his shoulder

- "Oooohhh~ what's that? A love letter? You're so popular with the ladies haha."

- he immediately hides it and stuffs it in his bag

- "Psh. N-no? It was just uhhh... homework!"

- poor boy sucks at lying

- "Of course, I'm sure everyone smiles like that at homework."

- Alistair keeps on giving you glances during class

- he didn't have the time to read all of it but he did see that you signed it and your handwriting is really recognizable

- afterwards, he quietly reads it in his room

- his heart races at each word

- comes to your room as soon as he finishes reading it

- "Y/N I came here to th- than- uhhh? Yeah! To thank you! Haha..."

- for a hot second he forgot how words work

- is laughing out of nervousness

- after that, you keep giving him more and more letters

- he starts consciously expecting to find one on his desk when he walks in

- is really sad when there's nothing on the desk...

Axel

- he already receives a lot of love letters ("fanmail") so how can you give it to him while making sure that he knows it's yours right away?

- you thought of a silly trick to throw him off guard

- When he's walking through the hallways you call out his name and give him the letter, you tell him that "he dropped this"

- he's surprised so he automatically grabs the letter

- "Oh! Thank you for picking it up for- Wait. I don't think this is mine. Uh...?"

- too late! You ran away immediately

- it takes him a few seconds to understand what you just did

- he's excited! But of course he's not going to read it in the middle of the hallway

- skips the beginning of next class to read it carefully in the cafeteria

- he blushes furiously at how passionate the letter is

- he's persuaded that you could write a beautiful love song

- comes in class 20 minutes late and gets detention from Tadashi but to be honest, he doesn't even care anymore

- When he walks in, he gives you a subtle look but you know what that look means

- you're so embarrassed that you try to ignore him the whole period... until he stealthly throws a paperball on your desk

- you open it, it says "look my way"

- even though you're mortified, you do so anyway

- he waves at you and smirks all knowingly

- ohhhh boy, you look away again

- you hear a stifled laugh, he probably thinks your reaction was really cute

Claire

- she often lends you pretty little boxes with cookies in them

- but when you have to give the box back to her, you get an idea

- you put a love letter in the empty box and give it back to Claire

- she discovers it in the evening when she opens the box, expecting to only find crumbs you left behind

- blinks a few times and closes the box

- opens it again and the letter is still inside

- she thinks "it wasn't a hallucination!"

- reads it really slowly because she has to stop at each sentence to calm herself down

- the next day she gives you the box again with the new cookies she baked yesterday

- runs away as soon as you take the box

- you open it and there's a letter on top of the cookies, it's a response to your letter!

- seems like she was too shy to tell you in person

- to fit the theme of the letter: the cookies are heart-shaped

- you guys keep on exchanging letters through the box and it becomes a habit between the two of you

Ellie

- since she doesn't have a roommate, you slide the letter through the small space under her door

- finds it on the floor when she gets back to her room

- OwO whats dis?

- opens it and reads it super quickly

- she's so giddy that she reads over it multiple times

- sends you text messages with lots of emojis in them

- "Thank youuu 💖💕💗 you sweetheart!!! 💘💝😍😊😘"

- builds a robot to deliver letters between the two of you

- it knocks on the door and if you don't open it to take the letter, it goes back to Ellie

- she teaches you how to use the robot!

- "Don't worry! If someone else snatches the letter away from the robot it'll activate an alarm on my phone! And it's not like we need to sign the letters, we can use codenames!"

- You remind her that she's the only one in the pure and applied sciences department to create cute robots like those

- "Ah whoops... well uh, to be fair everyone already knows that we're dating so... no need to hide it!"

Karolina

- she probably doesn't care much about love letters

- she always thought that it's childish and extremely ridiculous

- that is until you gave her one

- the really first time you gave the letter to her directly or else she wouldn't read it, not knowing that it was from you

- she's all proud of herself while reading it

- she agrees with each statement but still blushes

- "Of course I'm gorgeous! You didn't have to write that part..."

- she's actually a sucker for books, especially from the romance genre

- you make her feel like a heroine from one of those books and she's secretly really happy about it

- but she'll never admit that of course

- after a while she gets inspired and tries to write one herself

- she thinks "I'll show you how it's done!"

- ends up getting really embarrassed at the thought of you reading the letter and doesn't give it to you until the end of the year

Neha

- after multiple attempts you somehow managed to sneak the letter in one of her sketchbooks

- too bad you couldn't see the surprise on her face when she found your letter

- she wanted to work for a few hours and brainstorm ideas for some new outfits

- but her plans went out of the window

- she read it. Put it on the side and started thinking about you during a solid 20 minutes

- wants to thank you but doesn't know how to do it without sounding like a little kid

- decides to send you a text for now, but she'll also write you a letter later

- "Thank you a lot for the letter. I really appreciate it."

- thinks that maybe it's a little bit too cold so she adds a heart emoji at the end

- cringes to herself while sending it

- gets back to work but sometimes she draws your face on the side

- scribbles all over it when she realizes what she's doing

- "This is not professional! If I have to show my sketchbook to someone and they see this, they won't take me seriously..."

- decides to write you a letter first or else she won't be able to focus

Raquel

- This is a hard one

- Raquel always moves from place to place without stop so it's hard to be sneaky with her

- eventually you slip the letter in her bag but you don't know how much time it'll take for her to find it

- like you thought it took her a few days

- when she did, she was very vocal about it

- she ran to you and almost jumped on you

- hugs you and thanks you hundreds of times

- "I love you too!!! You're so sweet Y/N..."

- becomes much more flirty, she was already confident but now it's even worse (or better? 😌)

- puts the letter on the wall of her room and shows it off to Claire

- "Look at that Claire! It seems like my godly charm cannot be stopped."

- Raquel starts carefully checking her bag everyday in hopes of finding another letter from you

- and even when she doesn't find anything, it gets her into a working mood

- "Might as well do my homework I guess..."

- becomes much more responsible with homework now that she checks her bag everyday

- your love literally helped her to get better grades

Tadashi

- This was a risky mission

- you had to sneak into the student council room and leave it on his desk

- they had a meeting this afternoon and Tadashi has been in a bad mood lately

- Well, to be fair he's always done with everybody's BS but this time it was worse than usual

- he finds the letter and gets confused right away

- wants to read it but he's having a meeting

- he's really fidgety the whole time, for some reason he has a feeling that it's from you though he can't explain why

- once everyone leaves the room he opens the letter

- all of his stress dies down, he falls back on his chair and sighs

- goes to find you and brings you to the council room, he makes you sit on his chair

- you tell him that you can't be here but he smiles and answers "Oh? You say that now even though you snuck in earlier to give me a secret love letter of all things?"

- he teases you with endearment and massages your back to thank you

- asks you if you'll write more (because he loved it) and you promise to do so if he promises to take more breaks

Tegan

- Tegan often invites you to play videos games with him (or to marathon some shows/anime/movies/whatever)

- you left the letter behind for him but he didn't catch the drift

- goes to your room to give it back

- "Um... you forgot this, I think..."

- you tell him that it's for him

- "Wait, really? You can just text me, you know? It's quicker and way easier than writing letters."

- oooohhhh boy. He really doesn't get it, you have to spell it out

- "A l-love letter? For me!?"

- "Tegan. We're dating."

- "Oh right! Sorry... I always forget that, it seems like I'm in a dream..."

- reads it in front of you while you're paying close attention to his reactions

- and to no surprise: he's a blushing mess

- you're fully satisfied, all that time was worth it

- he says that he'll repay you with a "love text message" which sounds like he's being lazy, but really knowing how... "unique" his handwriting is, you're glad...

- but it was not just a text message.

- "Sorry, I went a bit overboard 🙏🙏"

- his text has a 23 pages long file attached to it

- he wrote a really really long essay explaining in details why you're "so awesome" and "the best person in the world"

Tyler

- after classes are over, when he's working on a new painting he spends almost all of his time in the art room

- that's when you strike!

- you know he has a habit of sitting in the corner of the room so that's where you leave the letter

- honestly, he was in a slump lately because he felt like he was doing a really half-assed job with his new art piece

- but your letter gave him so much motivation that he finished the painting in a day

- "This is crazy Y/N! Reading your letter gave me the same rush as drinking 5 monster drinks in the span of 2 hours!"

- "Uhhh... Please don't do that?"

- laughs at how worried you look and asks you to write more to give him strength

- you say no at first but he pulls out your letter out of his pocket and starts reading it out loud in the middle of the hallway

- "Ssshhh! People might hear!"

- "Yeah, so? That's kinda the point but if you promise to write me more I'll stop~"

- you know he's just teasing you but it's still so embarrassing...

- in the end you give in out of shame however you have no idea just how much this letter helped him

- whenever he feels down or like he's not good enough he pulls out one of your letters and reads it

- he keeps all of them safe in a box, they're his treasures

[puddygeeks]

Wᴇ Cᴏᴍᴇ Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ - Tʜᴇ 100 Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ x OC - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 47: Tᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ Kɪᴄᴋs

Masterlist

Rating: Mature

Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.

A/N: This chapter gets a little weird, I had a headcanon and I went with it. Let me know what you think ;)

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee

Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Several hours had passed since Raven took off, and Harper and I were joined by the rest of our group from the day. We all crowded around the table which was now overflowing with drinks and there was an intense game of cards taking place. The atmosphere was joyful and celebratory in a way that I hadn’t seen since Unity Day and it was heartwarming to see the faces of my family that had been aged by hardship light up in each other's company. Even Bellamy had joined the drinking, but whilst the others threw back their cups with enthusiasm, he simply continued to nurse his first drink in his usual controlled manner. I was starting to feel relaxed and warm in a way that I knew was fuelled by the alcohol, but still felt completely in control of my actions. There was raucous laughter as Harper successfully defeated Monty with her sly tactics.

“Alright, come on mom and dad, it’s time you stopped hiding on the sidelines and joined in.” Octavia stated as she set her sights on Bellamy and I with a determination glinting in her eyes. “Deal them in, loser has to down their drink.” She announced and Bellamy chuckled as he shook his head at her. “Come on Bel, you’re supposed to be the big brother, it’s about time I got to see you drunk.” She drawled as she slapped his arm and he groaned at her in disappointment. 

“Hell, I’m in. But i’ve been here for hours already so I’m at a disadvantage.” I stated, as Octavia cheered in excitement and returned her expectant expression to Bellamy. “I think if Bellamy dares to join the delinquent life, he should have to catch up first.” I challenged as I bit my lip suggestively at him and the entire group whooped as they waited with baited breath for his decision. I held Bellamy’s tempted gaze with my heart hammering in my chest.

“Bring the drinks.” He ordered without breaking eye contact and I felt my stomach fizz with nervous anticipation. Miller clapped in celebration and hopped to his feet to fetch three straight shots, which he lined up in front of Bellamy with a flourish. Bellamy glanced up at me with a competitive fire in his eyes, before swiftly sinking each shot whilst his audience cheered him on. When he successfully finished the set, I raised my brows in surprise and he winked slyly at me over the table.

The card game was tense as people gradually dropped out at the cost of numerous forfeit drinks and they munched on a couple of bowls of peanuts that Miller had snuck out of stocks as they watched the remaining players. Most of the surrounding tables emptied as the majority of camp retired for bed, but our party continued into the darkness until eventually only Bellamy and I remained in a showdown that exhilarated the group. We were caught in a silent staring contest as we each attempted to intimidate the other into cracking and I could sense the thrill of those observing the match with baited breath.

“You think I’m lying badboy?” I drawled in a low voice and Bellamy smirked confidently from behind his cards.

“I know all your tells, Scrappy.” He crooned and I felt my nose scrunch up with the width of my smile. It was practically impossible to be subtle about my attraction to him with my inhibitions so lowered and I suspected that our friends were enjoying the blatant flirtation between us.

“Sorry baby, but you don’t.” I whispered as I revealed my winning hand and he cursed under his breath whilst the group around us roared in laughter. “Drink up Bel.” I winked and he bitterly forced down the entirety of his cup with a grimace. Octavia leaned over to high five me and we sniggered together with matching pink cheeks from intoxication.

“Indie, catch!” Monty called as he threw a peanut at my face and after playing this game for hours at a time with him and Jasper back in our old camp, I instinctively leaned forward to catch it in my mouth. He could hardly believe his eyes when I successfully managed it and gasped at me. “Bullshit!” He hissed in shock as I remembered missing every single throw in the past and I laughed at him fondly. “Bet you can’t do it again.” He stated and I shrugged to welcome another launched peanut. This time when he threw it, my reflexes were too slow and it missed my face completely. Instead, it hit my chest and promptly disappeared into my top.

“Ah shit, I think that went in my cleavage.” I remarked as I shook my top in the hope of releasing it to no avail and several of the men in our small gathering found this hilarious.

“Hold on, I can help with that.” Bellamy commented as he stood from his seat and I viewed him suspiciously.

“Don’t even think about it.” I emphasised as I held a finger up to him in warning and he strode over to me with a mischievous smile fixed in place. “Bellamy, don’t!” I attempted to sound firm but my voice cracked with the hint of a giggle and he stepped behind me to shove his hand down my top without any hesitation. “Oh my god Bel, stop!” I cried between filthy cackles and I could feel his sloppy laughter against my back. I struggled in my seat with a squeal as he took his time to search around thoroughly and the group fell apart in disbelieving laughter. “Get off me, you animal” I tried to shout but a snort escaped and Bellamy almost choked on his delight. He finally stepped back with the peanut held up victoriously, much to the cheers of his audience. I knew what he was about to do in the moment before he moved as he met my eyes and threw the peanut into his mouth. “Ew! That is so gross!” I groaned and Octavia covered her face beside me.

“Alright, that last game is going to be hard to beat. Strip poker for the next round?” Miller suggested and I stared at him in shock.

“Oh, not a chance! I think I’m gonna head off before it gets any worse.” I announced as I wobbled my way into a standing position. I was amazed at how steady Bellamy was beside me and it was clear that our size difference gave him a rather substantial advantage when it came to alcohol tolerance.

“What about truth or dare?” Monty chirped and I paused in place as I considered his words for a moment. I slowly slid back towards the chair, but for some reason I didn’t quite meet it as something held me in place.

“Nope.” Bellamy stated defensively as he noticed my interest and wasted no time in hoisting me over his shoulder in a graceless movement that earned a squeal of surprise from me. “I’m taking her before she can cause any more trouble, any objections?” He addressed the crowd who simply waved him off and continued drinking whilst he carried me away.

Once we were back in his quarters, he dropped me onto the bed with a thump. I took a moment to sit up after the dizziness of hanging upside down and he wandered the room in search of something. I noticed that music began playing and scanned the space in confusion. 

“Got this from Mount Weather, thought we could have a little fun.” He explained as he indicated to a radio and handed me a cup of whisky that he’d swiped from the bar. He dropped onto the bed beside me and I leaned over to place my head on his shoulder. There was a romantic old song playing gently in the background and I smiled fondly at him.

“I didn’t know you liked this kind of music.” I commented idly and he shrugged in a relaxed manner.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” He remarked and I felt a pang of sadness at his words. It had never occurred to me before now how little we actually knew about each other and I was uncomfortable with the idea that, despite feeling that I knew him better than I knew myself, he was right. His face contorted into a guilty expression as he studied me and I realised that I must have revealed my feelings. He crossed the room to change to an upbeat swing song and strolled back over to hold a hand out to me. “Dance with me?” He offered and I viewed him with suspicion. He waved his hand to encourage me and I took it nervously.

The moment that I stepped to my feet, he pulled me into him and began guiding me in a simple but quick two step. I felt my mouth drop open in shock at how efficient he was at this and he dipped me backwards in a smooth tilt. When I straightened back up, he flashed me a dazzling smile and I couldn’t contain a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“What is happening right now?” I cried as he spun me around and I fell back into his arms clumsily. “You can dance?” I questioned with a growing confusion and he chuckled charmingly.

“My mom was all about dancing before Octavia was born. I used to practice with her all the time.” He revealed and I felt my face light up as I beamed at him. “Guess I still know some moves.” He winked and I found myself staring at him in awe.

“I never would have guessed that you have rhythm.” I remarked with a delighted expression as I watched him with a renewed appreciation.

“I didn’t realise you had none.” He teased as I mocked offence and he had to puppet me into the correct place as I tripped over my feet again. I would love to be able to blame it on the alcohol, but if I was honest with myself I’d never really had the coordination for any kind of dancing. 

“What can I say, I’m more of a rock and roll girl.” I commented in my defence and his brows raised, before he quickly changed to a fond smile.

“Yeah, that actually makes sense for you.” He muttered as he seemed to view me with a new assessment. The song changed to a ballad and we slowed into a close sway. I moved one of my hands to his face and caressed the edge of his jaw. “Octavia doesn’t even know about this.” He admitted quietly and I cocked a brow at him in interest. “I want you to know me... really know me.” He dropped his voice to a low tone and stared into my eyes with a deep sense of adoration.

“I’d like that.” I expressed, with the feeling of my heart swelling in my chest when he smiled at me. I felt as if I wanted to stay lost in this moment, with the dreamy music and warm fuzzy feeling, forever. I could hardly believe that it was real and the thought crossed my mind that I’d never imagined experiencing anything like what I had with Bellamy. “Alright, my turn. Let me show you what I grew up on.” I chimed as I stepped out of his arms and crossed the room to the radio. “What have we got here?” I mumbled as I flipped through the available songs and he settled in a seat with a fresh glass of whisky, watching me with blatant amusement.

I could feel the effects of the alcohol now as the last of my inhibitions dissolved and Bellamy barely seemed to be feeling a light buzz by comparison. Finally, I selected a song with a cheer and turned the volume up to blaring. He laughed as I threw my jacket off dramatically and started to whip my hair around. I downed what remained of my whisky before descending into fully jumping around with flailing arms and very little semblance of any form of dancing. I forged an unsteady path toward him and pulled him to his feet. It took some considerable convincing, but he eventually dropped his guard and joined me in our own 2 person rave.

He suddenly paused in place and studied me with an awestruck expression. I opened my mouth to question him when he fell into my space and slammed his lips against mine. There was something more frantic about his kisses tonight, as if the calm control that he so carefully maintained the rest of the time had been removed by the shots that I’d baited him into earlier. My body immediately responded to his contact with an urgency that was emboldened by my lack of inhibitions. 

I threaded my fingers into his hair and pushed myself up against him hungrily. The low growl that escaped his throat only spurred me on and I deepened the kiss before he could. We broke apart for just long enough to both start removing clothes from the other before clashing together again. I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist and he wasted no time in gripping me in place. Several items of furniture clattered over noisily even over the sound of the music and I laughed against him at the chaos.

Bellamy pushed me against the wall and pressed his body against me with a level of dominance that was new but not unwelcome. His hands were all over me and I could hardly catch my breath as he altered between sloppy kisses and nipping my neck. He deftly removed my trousers whilst I was too distracted to notice and following a particularly head spinning connection of our lips, he tugged my hair. I released a moan that sent him wild and he gripped me tightly to him as he strode over to the bed. We crashed onto it in a fashion that produced a worrying variety of crunches from the bed frame but we were too absorbed in each other to care. As he resumed his mind blowing conquest, I knew that tonight would be an experience to remember.

***

The very first thing that filled my consciousness was a pounding that was so powerful, it seemed it could split my head in two. My mouth was so dry I could easily be convinced that I had been living in the desert for months and I was pretty sure that if I dared to move even a single muscle, I would vomit. After a while of lying perfectly still and wallowing in my own self pity, I dragged myself into sitting upright and the entire room spun around me. I could barely comprehend my environment through my blurred vision and wondered if I was actually still drunk. My entire body throbbed from last night's antics and my desperate need for water urged me from the tangled sheets. I tried to gingerly slide myself to my feet and instead fell gracelessly from the bed in a flop.

Following some considerable effort, I managed to coordinate my limbs into the clothes that were strewn across the room between the carnage. I carried my jacket by my side as I felt a cold sweat covering my skin and wandered on shaky legs in search of fresh air. As I stepped out into the breeze of camp, I took a moment to indulge in some deep breaths as I considered who I could count on for hangover advice. Instinctively, I found myself shuffling toward Raven’s quarters and as I opened the door, I stumbled inside with my arms outstretched for balance. The moment that I fell into the room, Raven glanced up at me with a grimace and a hiss. My puffy, matted hair hung in front of my face and I panted from the strain of getting here.

“You look like hell.” She commented with a hint of amusement in her tone and I groaned loudly in response.

“I think I’m dying.” I gasped with a hoarse voice and she chuckled as she raised from her seat to rattle around in the cupboards. I struggled to keep myself in an upright position as I worried how I would ever be able to move any further than this exact spot and felt as if the space was mocking me with it’s rapid rotations. Raven crossed the room to hand me a bottle of water and a bag of food.

“I remember my first hangover, I felt the same. Drink plenty and get some food in your stomach, it’ll help.” She advised as she smiled at me and I attempted a nod that only made the room spin faster. “And sit down before you fall down.” She added sternly as she returned to her workbench and I followed her with a heavy footsteps. I dropped onto a stall beside her and drank from the bottle as if I’d never had water in my life. Raven pointed at the food insistently and I held back a burp. 

“Oh god, I can’t do it.” I cried as I tossed the bag onto the bench and leaned forward to place my elbows on the surface with my face in my hands. My hair fell forward to block out my surroundings but I heard Raven take a sharp breath, then barely suppress a laugh.

“Seems like you had a hell of a night.” She crooned and I scoffed as I tried not to linger on my hazy memories. Everything was a mess in my mind and although I remembered enjoying every moment of the events, their sequence was still a mystery to me. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if some of it was possible or I’d potentially just experienced a montage of hormone fuelled, boozy dreams.

“You have no idea.” I muttered as I felt a surge of embarrassment flooding through me. For a moment, I was distinctly sure that our activities had been rather more vocal than usual and I realised that a lack of inhibitions may have caused some significantly more adventurous parts of my personality to reveal itself. I shook my head in an effort to distract myself from the highlight reel that threatened to fill my mind.

“Oh, I have some idea.” Raven remarked with a deviousness that made a shiver run down my spine. I leaned back to examine her with nerves building in my stomach and she studied me with her lips pursed smugly. 

“You know what, I don’t even want to know what you mean by that.” I stated with a long sigh, deciding that I didn’t have the strength for her mockery today. “I’m supposed to be working today, you got any tips on how I can do that?” I asked with a desperate, pleading expression and hoped that I could simply battle through my pain. She looked momentarily sympathetic before a wicked smirk spread across her face.

“I don’t know if you want to go to work after you kept people up pretty late last night.” She stated with a cocked brow and I gulped involuntarily. I prayed that her insinuation was merely in jest and that she would follow it with a confirmation that she was referring to the over exuberant noise of our card games last night, but her silence was deafening as she continued to stare back at me with a knowing look.

“Yeah, I guess the music was pretty loud, got a little carried away.” I mumbled as I shuffled in my seat and battled not to appear embarrassed. There is no way she could know anything about what happened in the privacy of our room and I was determined not to fall into her trap of accidentally revealing any details this time.

“Oh, I know exactly how carried away you got, pretty sure the whole camp does.” She reported and I felt my stomach lurch at her statement. “It wasn’t the music that you need to worry about Indie, I don’t think it was quite as loud as you think it was.” She finally cracked with a snort of laughter and I felt all of the colour drain from my face in horror. I couldn’t hold back the mental replay of the noises from the night before that I’d been confident the radio would cover and felt as if I could die on the spot. “I’m telling you, if you thought people didn’t know that you two were a thing before, they absolutely do now. And anyone who still doesn’t will soon if you keep walking around with your jacket off.” She sneered as she glanced at my neck area and I viewed her with confusion. She indicated to a mirror in the corner of the room and I leaned to catch my reflection with a gasp. I was coated in a multicoloured assortment of hickeys all over my neck, spreading down onto my collarbone and I rushed into the large jacket with my cheeks burning. Raven snorted in delight beside me and I hurried to my feet.

“I’m going back to bed before today gets any worse.” I groaned as I rapidly stumbled toward the door and I could hear Raven’s cheeky laughter even from outside in the hall.

I returned to Bellamy’s bed with a heavy head and hid under a pillow in embarrassment. I hadn’t even questioned where he was this morning, I’d been too distracted by my own suffering and at the current moment, I was relieved by the peace of my solitude. My mind spiralled over the idea of others hearing us together and felt sick with humiliation. The feeling was so overwhelming that the only logical solution my mind could present was to never leave this bed again. At some point I must have drifted back to sleep, as when I next opened my eyes Bellamy was crouched by the bed, studying me with a smile.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” He muttered and I groaned dramatically in response. He handed me a bottle of water with a cheeky smile and I took it gratefully. I noticed that he was fully dressed and was still frustratingly bright despite my clear memory of him drinking whisky with me. I fixed him with a scrutinising look as I pondered his perfect face that didn’t show any signs of exhaustion.

“Did you lie to me about not drinking before?” I asked in a gruff voice and he shook his head in confusion. “Because somehow you’re sitting here looking like a goddamn model and I’m on my actual deathbed.” I groaned as he chuckled in amusement. 

“I just hold my drink better, Love.” He teased and as I leaned up on my elbows to retort, the mattress fell through with a large crack. I squealed in surprise and after an initial fuss over me, Bellamy and I stared at each other in disbelief.

“Did we...actually break the bed last night?” I hissed with a slight bite on my lip to suppress a laugh.

“Just one of many parts of collateral damage.” He commented as he glanced around and now that I had slept off more of the effects of the drink, I absorbed the state of the room with bewilderment. When I returned my attention to him, we both broke into laughter.

[cosmik-homo]

5 headcanon about selkies au because I love it???

My inability to answer asks on mobile properly strikes again! Sorry, I will soon edit this post with the actual answer…

edit 1: this is gonna be Way Too Long, whoops.

Edit 2: so, this isn't really going to be a five headcanons post, I'm way too excited about Ideas to do that. But it's like a concept post of the au.

1. let’s start with the basics: an old-style lonely fishing village on a rocky hill. Haplo is a grumpy sailor. Alfred is a selkie, a folklore creature who lives in seal form but can shed their seal skin into human form. If a selkie’s skin coat is stolen while they are in human form they cannot shapeshift and are forced to stay around the person who took it. Because of that and their destructive effect on nature, the selkie folk dislike and distrust humanity, and stay away from them.

2. But Alfred can’t help but be fascinated by them- intelligent creatures with their own society, who so bravely find ways to travel the sea despite being stuck in only one form? He loves watching them from afar, learning about their lives and imagining what he can’t learn.

He especially likes watching the one special human who lives alone in a house down at the bay, the human with the painted hands and the land-mammal following him around. (Alfred is proud of himself for figuring out its name is “dog”. He snuck near haplo’s boat one day to listen- it’s the closest he’s ever been to a human.)

3. One day haplo’s ship gets caught in a storm, and Alfred saves him from drowning and drags him up to shore. He has vauge plans in his mind to carry him to the doorstep of the hut and then disappear before Haplo wakes up, only once the initial rush of desperation is over and he’s laying there, fully human on the sand wearing only his fur Pelt and Haplo starts to stir, he realizes he just got SEEN by a human and he’s on LAND now, panics and faints. Haplo isn’t sure what to do- he prides himself on being Logical and free of superstitions, unlike some sailors, but the facts speak for themselves- there was A Creature and now there’s a shivering man wrapped in seal skin.

Alfred wakes up on the guest bed/low sofa in haplo’s living room, and he’s so displaced by the whole setting- by even having a human body- that it takes him over a minute before he notices the tattered grey blanket he’s wrapped in isn’t his skin, and the dread of a thousand ignored warnings fills his bones.

The fact that haplo’s only plan involves wringing out a confession out of the maybe-Selkie with threats doesn’t help. He threatens to throw the coat in the fire and panicked Alfred admits everything in less then five minutes and goes through a handy list of The Rules of Selkie Skin just to make sure his surrender is clear and please, pleading blue eyes, please don’t burn it, you won’t? Oh. You’re just going to lock it up. That still feels… Bad.

4. The thing is, Haplo doesn’t really know what to do now. His last plan kind of relied on proving the whole selkie thing is a coincidence, right? So what he needs now is time to process this new information and find a solution to combine his problems- with his ship wrecked, his livelihood is in danger… then he realizes having a selkie bound to him isn’t necessarily a problem- it could be the start of a solution. With a second pair of working hands for free and if Marit lets him rent a boat cheaply and pay later (and she has all the motives in the world to do that,) he can find and salvage equipment of the wreck of Dragon Wing, which will lower the costs he has to replace…

That’s good. Work now, Deal with world-shaking discovery of magic later. He and Alfred go to town, and even tho Alfred is sad and nervous, he enjoys learning about Human Things and acts like a total “Oh, What’s This?” Disney princess/dork (“yes, that’s called a neon sign, no, it’s not magic, keep goin- what are who doing? Oh, that’s called smoking, try not to breath it, come on, Selkie, let’s go…”)

They really bond during these two days, and on the second night, after he sees Alfred sit on the waterline in the moonlight singing the haunting lament of a yearning selkie, Haplo makes a decision. before he goes to sleep he unlocks the chest containing Alfred’s skin and hints him to go before he wakes up. You know the next scene, don’t you?

5. So the rest of the plot is just mostly Alfred comes back, some drama, some fluff, a lot of Haplo and Alfred of them hanging out and learning about each other’s world and, y'know, Alfred helps Haplo stop denying his emotional side (which helps him get back with his family, Marit/Haplo slowly get back together Y'all) Haplo helps Alfred be bolder and try new things and stand up for himself, and then Haplo and Marit help hide Alfred from Xar (ruthless hunter/conspiracy bitch looking for proof of magic at any cost, including kidnapping nice selkies) and Alfred tells Selkie Lord Samah to shut up and then all four of them (Haplo, Alfred, Marit and Rue! Rue is great, I’m gonna have fun writing her when I really write this) all live together happily and freely and Alfred gets to enjoy the best of both worlds and shapeshift whenever he wants. And they have a new boat. The End.

[lulusoblue]

Initiate (Headcanon as Transgender - Renet Tilley)

So. This is late. And turned out to be way longer than I was planning it to be. Whoops.

This is my part for Day 5 of @lgbtmntweek! I think i’ve grown to attached to Renet being a trans girl, and I spent a lot of time writing this drabble hoping I was being respectful enough and not getting it wrong.

As a heads up, I headcanon that the timeline Renet originally comes from isn’t a very good one for LGBT individuals. I didn’t think she was just born into an order of time travellers, and since she’s pretty young as is in her show first appearance, I wanted to try and fit in a backstory that would explain that. Mean as it was on a 12yo girl, I tried to come up with more factors to Renet leaving her home behind besides “time travel is cool”.

So, hope you guys enjoy this one. If there’s anything you feel I’ve done wrong or insenitively about this drabble on Trans Renet, please tell me.

—

Renet was so nervous. She had to check herself over again before she left, again and again. She made sure her wig was in place and wouldn’t come loose. She gave her nails another blow to be sure they were dry, because who really knew if 33 minutes and 28 seconds was long enough for nails to dry. She readjusted the training bra for the millionth time because she still wasn’t sure if it fit properly with the slight padding she gave it with her socks.

She looked in the mirror and saw a 12-year-old girl with long blonde hair and painted nails and a training bra. She saw what she had wanted to see for so long in her bedroom mirror. She was just sad it would be the only time she could look like this in her own home.

Renet pulled on the new clothes she had bought without her mother knowing, clothes that weren’t too girly but would still get a barked order for her to put back if her mother had seen her looking at them in the store. (Her parents had really got hung up on that lately.) Once she was all changed, she checked her bag of belongings had everything she wanted to keep with her and that her bag of gear had everything she needed. With her father’s stolen credit chit in hand, she was out of the luxurious apartment at 1:00-A.

She thanked the creators that her parents were attending a dinner that night. Aside from the bigger risk of getting caught, she might have changed her mind about running away if she knew her parents were asleep and none the wiser.

It didn’t take long for the next tram to reach the city limits. Renet had been sitting as calmly as she could, wary of any familiar faces that might recognise the Tilley’s boy, but it never happened.

An elderly passenger sat opposite her for a while and asked if she was all right, but Renet managed to put off suspicions with the excuse that her parents were waiting for her at her stop. Sleepover gone wrong, she said. The old woman made a sympathetic tut and went on a tangent about kids these days until Renet’s stop came up and she abruptly excused herself. She paid her fare at the terminal and the doors slid open for her to hop out.

Things were going smoother than she had expected them to. Even smoother when she snuck into a lot outside a bar and hijacked a hoverbug, one modded for speed. Not so smooth breaking past a barrier, but the bug’s mods proved to outrun the sentries’ vehicles quickly enough.

Renet drove as far from the city as she could, until its lights were a dim speck on the horizon one way and the ruined monoliths of En-Wy-Cee rose from the ground ahead. Good. This was far enough.

It was 3:38-A. Renet got to work on her setup by the light of a glowball. Monitor here, generator there, check that all wires were where they needed to be and all fixtures were secured tight as they could be.

If all Renet had needed to be happy was an interest in science and tech, she thought, she would never be out here at all. She would be happy living as the Tilley her parents expected her to be. She would never have let her grades slip after dozing in class because she had spent the previous night digging so deep into conspiracy sites about time travellers and watchers hidden in the in-between. She wouldn’t have got in a fight with Roddy Flix over how time travel was fake, or over how girly her handwriting was. She wouldn’t have fantasised about the possibilities of time and space so much that it was all she really focused on instead of her schoolwork or whatever sport her father was suggesting she try. She wouldn’t be she. She would be a miserable girl who had to call herself a boy, at home living a linear life and letting opportunity pass her by.

So when the device she had put her hopes, blood, sweat, and tears into was all set up and ready to go, there was only the slightest hesitation. She checked her wig was still in place, then she took a deep breath. And flipped the switch.

The pulse shot up into the night sky and sent her tumbling back into the dirt and dust. The whole of the space around her and the machine rippled and waved and twisted and turned and bent and broke and -

And just as quickly everything was back to normal, just like Renet knew it would be. She brushed herself off and looks around, anticipating their arrival. Then she started getting anxious when nobody showed up.

“SMALL ONE.”

Renet spun around and had to look up to see the tall, broad-shouldered red humanoid that was suddenly in the middle of the desert with her. His face was flat, reptilian-like, and his eyes were pure black with only the glint of light reflecting from them to tell that, yes, he did have eyeballs. He loomed over her with a staff in hand, one that looked like… well… a hand. An ornament no bigger than her own hand and shaped to hold a glowing bauble.

The time traveller bent down to get a closer look at her, eyes narrowing, before saying, “LORD SIMULTANEOUS RECOGNISES YOUR REQUEST FOR A MEETING. HE HAS INVITED YOU TO AN INTERVIEW. DO YOU ACCEPT?”

Renet shuffled away from the alien man, not sure what she was expecting of a time traveller, but she was no less deterred by his… loud way of speech. “U-uh, yes, I accept! Totally!”

“GOOD. HE WILL BE PLEASED.” The time traveller straightened up and struck his staff to the ground. Behind him, a door of light opened out of thin air, and he stepped to the side. “YOU WILL WANT TO WATCH YOUR STEP.”

Renet stared at the door wide-eyed. Then she took a leap through.

–

20 minutes later, Renet sat in a cushy chair as she was being “interviewed”. By a giant, glowing, floating, head. This wasn’t quite what Renet had envisioned when she finally met the masters hidden in the corners of time, but it wasn’t a disappointment. If anything, Lord Simultaneous seemed much more excited to meet her than she was to meet him.

“And you’re only 12 in human years?”

“Yup.”

The floating head let out a chuckle that echoed throughout the chamber. “What made you believe that such a feat would work?”

“Well,” Renet began, taking a quick sip of the sweet water she had been offered, “all these forums talk about you guys online. Like, how you guys are guardians of time and you try to preserve it. So I figured if I wanted to meet one of you, I should make it look like there was serious trouble in my timeline, then boom! You show up to investigate!”

“Quite the impressive one, aren’t we?” There was something about his smile that was good, but at the same time Renet felt something more serious in the giant head’s expression. Her stomach felt a little uneasy, being honest. “I must say that’s a first for someone wanting to draw our attention, never mind a child.” He spun to look down at another agent, an incredibly tall being with several limbs and a long, sunken-eyed face. “There hasn’t been any record of faking such a temporal disturbance, isn’t that right Helki?”

The agent huffed as they fiddled about with some kind of holographic screen. “No, there hasn’t, thankfully. We would hate to have to deal with false alarms all the time.”

“Really?” Renet looked up at him, confused, as she took another cookie from the plate an apprentice had offered. “Nobody’s tried it?”

“No one has figured out how! Well, to fake one, at least.” Simultaneous frowned and shook his head. “We’ve had plenty of troublemakers cause the real deal. But an artificial distortion for the express purpose of getting our attention? You are definitely the first in my time.”

That made Renet all glowy and giddy, even with the disapproving glare from the alien Helki bearing down from across the chamber. She was a first for something, and it was a first in time travel. Eat your heart out, Roddy Flix.

“So, Miss Tilley.”

She sat up a little straighter when he addressed her that way. Miss Tilley. Not Master Tilley. Hearing herself being called Miss out loud just felt so much righter, and it meant that the effort she had put into her appearance was worth it.

“You had more motive for making contact with us than to have a pleasant chat.” The smile faded a little, taken over by that more serious feel to his demeanour that Renet had picked up on before. “You want to be a time traveller. One of us.”

She nodded. “More than anything.”

“And you are aware of what that would require on your part? What and who you would have to give up?”

There was that tug again. She remembered her parents, some good memories, and the familiar sights and sounds and comforts of her home city. But she also remembered crying in the bathroom because she hated how she looked one morning, a news report of a gay rights protest that ended horribly before her dad had changed the channel. Watching a stranger be spat on because she looked too masculine for someone else’s liking, hearing about the boy she had as a science partner one time getting beaten up for playing a stepsister in a historical pantomime for drama. Asking her mom if she could wear a dress and getting a stern look and being told, “Of course not. You’re my son, dear.”

She was aware of what she was leaving behind. She knew she couldn’t be who she was in the timeline she grew up in, and she knew going back would mean being miserable for the rest of her life. This was Renet’s only chance.

“I know, but I still flipped on my machine, didn’t I?”

Lord Simultaneous went back to the amused smile. “Very well then. Helki,” he said, looking down at the multi-limbed agent again, “give our new initiate a quick tour before setting her up in her new quarters.”

Renet was caught up in a flurry of thank-yous and I-won’t-let-you-downs as Helki grumbled and moved away from the floating head’s side. Their alien expression still reeked of disapproval as they moved past Renet, at which point Renet noticed they also had multiple limbs and hand-feet for walking on. “Try to keep up, youngling.”

Renet flung her bag back over her shoulder and grabbed a cookie for on-the-go. She was halfway to the doors of the chamber when she skidded to a halt and spun around. “Thank you again, Lo-” But he was suddenly gone from the room.

“Youngling! Keep up!”

She jumped and scrambled to follow Helki into the hallway. They were still grumbling about something as they gestured towards a set of doors that whisked open, and motioned for Renet to follow them inside what appeared to be an elevator. One of their arms reached up to enter a sequence on a screen and the doors closed. When the elevator began to move, it felt less like going up or down and more like going from side to side then up to down and all sorts of ways. Renet guessed this would take some getting used to.

“Well, might as well get the first facts out of the way while we’re waiting,” Helki finally spoke, their voice dry as they continued to fiddle with their datapad. “If you have any ailments or concerns regarding your health, go and see Doctor Tyl, not Doctor Tul. Tyl is the one familiar with human physiology.” They looked down at her with a stern face. “Do not let Tul try to treat you. The last thing I need is a mishap misdiagnosis for a youngling from him.”

“Doctor Tyl, not Tul, got it,” Renet repeated, trying to keep herself from bouncing out of control.

“However, if you’re in need of advice regarding your hormones and the like, Doctor Evr'i is much more knowledgeable in the matter.”

Suddenly, Renet wasn’t in the mood for bouncing. She was in the mood for running. Renet gulped and looked up at Helki. “H-hormones?”

“Mmm,” Helki hummed, all six eyes glued to the datapad. “If you would feel more comfortable by adjusting them, Evr'i is the one to go to. Helps your presentation around strong-nosed species if you would prefer to keep physical tells to yourself.”

She was panicking. And close to crying. Who had she been kidding, thinking she could just be a girl like she wanted without anyone knowing? But the casual way Helki was telling her this was so… odd. “S-so… you know I’m… a boy?”

“I can smell that you have a male body, yes.” One of Helki’s hands tapped their nostrils. “Like I said, strong-nosed species will pick these things up, and not all of them think to check any visual cues contradicting physical gender. Not that all species share the same idea of gender norms. Considering your record, I thought you would appreciate being informed as soon as possible.”

That got her attention. “My record?”

Helki’s eyes looked down at her in a confused way. “You think Lord Simultaneous just requested an interview for the one who caused the first falsified temporal distortion right on the spot? He’s not that foolhardy. Vork was sent to pick you up at a point as soon as possible after you activated your device.” Helki pointed three hands at their datapad to make a point. “Before that I spent three standard weeks working on your file. Which Earth timeline you originate from, significant events, the fact that you enjoy these ‘cookies’.” They huffed. “I still argue that recruiting a youngling is unwise, even given your living situation. Time is not a game.”

“I don’t think it’s a game!” Renet quipped. She was still quivering and panicking even through her bout of stubbornness, because she realised something. “Wait… so y-you knew I was… not a girl. And you guys still wanted me?”

That gave Helki pause. They tutted, and for the first time since Renet had met this grumpy agent of time, they softened. “You are a girl, by what I’ve gathered from putting that report together. And, yes, Lord Simultaneous had pretty much already decided to snatch you up as a potential apprentice as soon as we had more information on you. The dossier and interview might as well be formalities given the situation.” Then Helki went back to grumbling and focused on the datapad. “Because Makers know we need to keep to a paper trail on these matters.”

Renet had no idea what to make of things. She was a time traveller, or going to be, and she was allowed to be who she was while doing it. She wouldn’t have to hide it like she had thought she would. Her nerves slowly eased themselves and she felt the buzz of her excitement rising up again. But before she could let herself go absolutely giddy again, she had to check again. “So is anybody here gonna care about… well…” She gestured vaguely at herself. “…me? Besides the smell thing? Do I smell bad or anything?”

That raised Helki’s eyebrows - eyes-as-brows? - in what appeared to be amusement. “Youngling, I am an apostate from the moons of Kaltauri 7. If I am accepted here, there’s no reason you shouldn’t be welcome.” They tutted again. “This is why I don’t like dealing with human-related matters. Your species’ societies unnecessarily suffocate their younglings’ freedom to explore identity and it frustrates me to no end. No offence.”

Renet readjusted her wig again and imagined herself years later, in the garb of a time traveller, hopping throughout time and meeting historic figures and growing her hair out long enough to style it. “Nah, what you said sounds about right.”

—

Three years standard later, Renet was looking in the mirror as she carefully braided her hair around her head. She had taken Helki’s advice to see Doctor Evr’i, who had talked her through a number of things beyond masking a scent. According to Evr’i, Helki wasn’t one for tact. Renet got used to that about them after a while.

Renet had decided to start hormone therapy after getting Evr’i’s advice. She’d never thought such a thing would be possible for her, even less than the probability of becoming a time travelling. And yet here, she was. She could look in the mirror and do her makeup and nobody could scare her or stop her.

No, the only thing she couldn’t do now was hop around time as much as she wanted to. Stupid rules about meddling with time and space.

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FHFIF Headcanons

HEADCANON TIME!!! Woo-hoo!

Today, I was thinking I’d ramble on a headcanon roll about this show by the name of Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. It was really amazing while it ran, and all-in-all was completely underrated. I just finished the last episode two weeks or so ago and, since I’m still in shock over it, well....the best thing to do with sadness and joy and nostalgia is to give it to the Internet, right? Right! So-onto the headcanons!

MAC

--When Mac gets older, he gets a job at Foster’s, much to the delight of the friends. (He used to joke about his shift ending at 2:59 just to freak out Bloo. Frankie still cleans everything, so Mac’s job is mostly cooking and messing around anyway. Y’know, keeping the more active imaginary friends busy. That, and reading bedtime stories-he has an awesome “scary” voice, but in a silly way, like Mojo Jojo.).

---Mac’s favorite flavor of ice cream is chocolate fudge with caramel and milk chocolate sprinkles. He gains control of his sugar intolerance somewhat when he’s around fourteen....but still goes hyper if he has too much. (Say, the normal sugar-hyped slight bounce for anyone else is Mac’s sugar rush.)

---Mac never actually retired his bookbag. It was intentionally way too large for  a second-grader’s homework load, so he could hide his most prized possessions from Terrence- or, at least, always keep them on his person. (On a regular day, his bag can be found holding his laptop, wallet, pictures of Frankie, library card, marbles, key chain, and water pistol. Yeah, that’s the water pistol that makes him look like an Ironman villain.) When he left for college, everybody at Fosters signed his bookbag. 

---He skipped more than a few grades. In fact, he was in a school for gifted children during the length of the series-which explains why an eight-year-old was writing an essay on the presidents. 

---Mac writes the most flowery, beautiful free-verse poetry you have ever seen. Once, it got published and he won a reward for it, but was still utterly embarrassed when the newspaper arrived at Fosters. He even snuck out around four AM to grab both his and Foster’s papers, but found Mr. Herriman calmly reading it in his study. (Herriman gave his highest stamp of approval-i.e; straightening his monocle, cleaning the lens, and remarking, “By jove!” 

---He tends to wear his hair long when he gets older-that, and typically going unshaven until Mr. Herriman tells him he looks like he’s about to attend a woodstock festival. 

---Additionally, Mac has fluffy, perpetually-askew hair because of his tendency to run his fingers through it when in stress or when he’s thinking. (Frankie’s hair is spiky for the same reason.) 

---He’s a hugger. Always has been, always will be.

---Mac, even as an adult, only prefers (as reading material) Science fiction, action, comedy, and comic books; for viewing, he prefers old movies, comedy films, and cartoons. A lot of cartoons. As in, about 63.547% of the animated films in the DVD case are movies that Mac hauled over at some point or another during his job and intentionally left there. (They all have his name in sharpie on a neat label pressed onto the back.)

FRANKIE FOSTER

--Frankie more or less decided a long time ago that she’s aromantic. The closest thing she’ll allow to love is the filial bond between her and the imaginary friends.

--Her favorite ice cream flavor is pineapple rum. (Yes, that’s a thing.) If any of the younger friends are with her, though, she orders mango. 

---She possesses a secret love for the color pink. She tends not to show it too much, as she feels it’s demeaning to her maturity, but otherwise, it’s her favorite color in the world. 

---Frankie grew up with the Foster’s imaginary friends. Her job started when Madame Foster occasionally asked her to do little chores around the house- say, rocking a baby friend to sleep or washing a pot -so that, by the time she turned fifteen and wanted to get a career so as to earn more cash, she was a first choice caretaker for Foster’s Home. 

--Frankie used to love those little toys that come in cereal boxes. She would eat bowls upon bowls of Choco-Frosted Sugar Bombs Trix and Captain Crunch, etc., until she was on sugar rushes to put Mac’s to shame so she’d get the toy and be able to get another box of cereal as soon as possible. (Her favorites were the superhero rings;((Does anybody else remember those? I feel like those were really big for a while, little plastic rings with superhero emblems?)); she once got so many, she could hook them together into a crown.)

--She loves the arcade games in an almost abnormal way. When she was about nine, she got the high score on Tetris, Paperboy, Centipede, and quite a few others. She is most often the one who will drive friends to the arcade and treat them to tokens partially so she can show off her gaming skills at the classics. (Bloo: “So by classics, you mean Halo and Call of Duty?” Frankie: “ No. The real classics. Defender. Pac-man. Astroids. Games you play in an arcade which was a building outside of your house. You would go there with your friends, listen to music, cute guys everywhere. In ancient times, they call it 'socializing'. “)

Madame Foster

--There are quite a few episodes in the series where an imaginary friend spends money. That was Madame Foster at work-when the house first opened, she distributed around five hundred dollars among the friends. With the addition of a hundred dollars every two years or so, that same cache has been circulating for years. (The trick being that they only spend it inside the house.)

---Madame Foster’s favorite ice cream flavor is butterscotch with caramel, chocolate syrup, rainbow sprinkles, whipped cream, and frosting. (What, you’ve never put frosting on a bowl of ice cream before? My sincerest sympathies.) Typically, she’ll get the chocolate-dipped cone, then have the server put it in a cup for her, so she has a large bowl of ice cream with all the toppings and a fancy cone on top of it all. (Mac starts to shake just looking at it.)

---Madame Foster has managed to scare the horror buffs senseless with her dramatic readings of existing stories, not to mention re-tellings of her own writing.

---Her room is full of stuffed animals. Enough stuffed animals to bury herself in. It is not exactly uncommon to find a stuffed animal hiding somewhere in the house. (Looking for a book? Whoop! A plush cat already beat you to it! Want some pancakes? Seems a small rainbow llama is already on it.)

---Madame Foster also harbors a love for cartoons. The other 44.453% of the animated films are hers. For reading material, she enjoys comedies, including a lot of old storybooks. (Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, Black Beauty, Treasure Island, Little Men...et cetera.) She also loves reading the occasional horror story or adventure. (Do you think she’d enjoy All the Light We Cannot See? Yeah, I think so too. Then again, that was an amazing and beautiful bit of literature. Everybody go read All the Light We Cannot See.)

Mr. Herriman

---Mr. Herriman gives the cuddliest hugs. Receiving a hug from Mr. Herriman, especially when you’re somewhere around stomach-level, is the equivalent of sticking your face into a litter of warm kittens. Unfortunately, he’s not too big on hugging.

---Eduardo is by far his (secret) favorite. 

---His favorite ice cream flavor is butter almond, (and yes, he does take all the almonds out individually before consuming it), though he usually prefers a slice of carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. 

---He doesn’t actually understand Coco’s “language”. He tends to get the gist of what she’s saying primarily through another friend, Madame Foster, or Frankie, but otherwise feels a bit lonesome in that he’s the only person in that universe who isn’t fluent in it. 

---He’s a fairly pleasant conversationalist, though he likes things to be run in such an orderly manner to the point of everyone seemingly hating him in a not-exactly-inconspicuous way. This in turn can make him slightly irritated, gaining him a reputation for his short temper and high standards.

---He LOVES bad puns on an almost-sinful level.

---He also prefers classic tales, romances, and adventure dramas in both viewing and reading entertainment. And yes, when watching a movie, he is That Person ™ who insists on popping popcorn over the fire and turning on subtitles.

BLOO

---Bloo was originally created as a vehicle for Mac to say and do whatever he wanted without having to worry about getting in trouble. (For example, getting to give the snarky response to Terrence and getting away with it.) He also created Bloo as a way to prove to his mom that he was responsible enough to take care of something. (This is NOT my headcanon, though I strongly support it.)

---Bloo was the one who found the secret passages to the Secret Library, the Secret Gaming Room, and The Secret Secret Room. He also found all nineteen secret drawers in each (One of which concealed a stuffed canary named Rod Tango!) on various Adopt-a-Thought Saturdays. (Once or twice, Mac didn’t actually find him and ended up playing with the B-team-or, in other words, the members of Pizza Party.)

---Bloo’s favorite ice cream  flavor is cookies-and-cream-birthday-cake. (No, that’s not actually a flavor; he usually just gets two orders and shmushes them together into one BIG ice cream ball). Additionally, if possible, he’ll top it with M&Ms, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, butterscotch, gummy bears, rainbow and chocolate sprinkles, crushed Oreos, mini peanut butter cups, and, of course, frosting- but never, never, never, Coconut. (”If you want to get these things done at all, you have to get them done right!”) So far, the only one who’s  willingly treated him was Adult! Mac and Madame Foster-otherwise, he has to go by himself. 

---His ideal adopter would be someone with year-round passes to lots and lots of amusement parks, a paddleball collection including the Automatic Paddleball, pizza every Friday, a 25-inch television with a ton of video games (”No, 50-inch! Wait, is 75-inch a thing? How about we just do like in that nerd book Mac likes, the dys-zopia, and have the TV replace one of the walls?”), and a large freezer just for ice cream, including a retractable shelf for toppings. (I blame @askblooqkazoo for this one) :)

---He loves the Powerpuff girls. Loves, loves, LOVES it. (Bubbles is his favorite.)

WILT

---Wilt’s favorite ice cream flavor is mocha swirl, with chocolate sprinkles and a maraschino cherry. He’s always the one who treats everyone else and waits patiently until everyone has their flavors before ordering, though he tries to exclude Bloo in the most polite way possible. (”I’m sorry! You see, I can’t afford all your toppings, which I’m honestly really sorry about, I mean..I can’t apologize enough for this, really! Maybe Mac will take you out for ice cream if you ask him nicely?”) He refuses to let someone else buy ice cream for him, so behind his back, Adult! Mac and Madame Foster built a mini freezer that looks like a backpack and has a special rack for ice cream, not to mention the extra two canisters of whipped cream and carton of chocolate sprinkles, just so they could treat him to an ice cream cone without his objection.

---Nobody ever actually put a nameplate on Wilt’s bed, because he always prefers to sleep under the floor. He always has ever since Bloo came-Wilt mainly just wants a monopoly on a bed so he can steal the blankets off it in the winter.

---He is fully aware of how brash he can get in later episodes, so he builds up his “Sorry!” to compensate, until it became, “I’m sorry-if that’s okay!”

---He once got a PhD to help out a struggling college student by tutoring him in neuroscience and quadratic equations. (Yes, he never quite got the hang of it until Wilt taught him.)

COCO

---Coco dabbles in the dark arts. (Check the Wiccan Spellbook she was reading in “Fools and Regulations.”)

---Coco knows something the rest of you don’t. Don’t believe her? Look again, she may have noticed that detail you completely passed over. Maybe it’s just the orange juice in the fridge that’s a day past the expiration date; maybe it’s the ending of the world before your eyes. 

---No one is quite sure what ice cream flavor Coco likes the best. Whenever she goes to the ice cream parlor, she’ll say a few phrases and give a slight nod to the server. No matter who, they always come back with an elaborate sundae, topped with a firecracker, at the price of a regular ice cream cone. 

---Coco is an amazing actress. Just amazing. She once got a role in a high-budget movie for her acting skills. (Not to mention that, once the director came to the door asking for her, she laid a pair of reading glasses and went through every single page of the contract. Then, once satisfied, she laid a silver ballpoint pen and signed it-though by then, the director was on his phone, scrolling through random web pages. “Ya done yet?” “CoCo Cococo Co!” “Well, of course I’m not going to put you in a cage and make you perform for long hours with no sleep! Whaddya think I am, the guy from those Deo commercials?”)

---Nerds (See the “Good Wilt Hunting” Nerds) believe that she was created by a very confused islander child, possibly one who has never seen contact with another human being. She is part plane because of the occasional air crafts passing the island, part bird because of the exotic tropical life, and does not speak English because the child never learned how and instead made up a language that only they could understand. 

EDUARDO

---Once, Eduardo got his picture taken with the actress of Lauren Goes Explorin’. (And got it autographed!) He was super excited about it, and eventually got it framed with the same heavy-duty frame that Frankie used to mount her cereal-box ring crown.)

---His favorite ice cream flavor is bubblegum, partially because of the color (”Pink is my favorite! I like it muy, muy, much!) and partially because of the fact that it’s candy as well as ice cream, so he can take out the bubblegum balls and put them in a separate cup for his Malibu Mimi dolls. 

---Wilt is his favorite, though Adult! Mac comes close. (He eventually learned to settle petty disputes, Frankie-style (A la’ Destination Imagination), so he takes care of most of those-often tipping a Bloo/Eduardo argument in favor of Eduardo while still making Bloo satisfied with the outcome.) 

---Eduardo’s tears do not dehydrate him, nor are they made of salt water. He doesn’t even sniffle beforehand, unless he’s trying really hard not to cry-whenever he’s upset, he just gives a stream of fresh water from his eyes. 

---Yep. He’s a hugger. Was there ever any question?

---Eduardo’s strength was added so he could pick up and cuddle people easily. Nina’s parents have quite a few photos of him carrying her home from a late, late rehearsal, school play, or day-long trip to the park while she sleeps peacefully in his arms.

---No, he doesn’t run out of energy when walking long distances or running. His feet sometimes hurt slightly from pounding the floor too long if he’s been running, but he always has the energy to run, or fight. 

GOO

--Goo has actually wrapped her lunch like a present before. (Her usual lunch consists of a bag of chips, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a cupcake she injected with more icing in the center, an apple, and a juice box. It has been observed by Mac jokingly as being “strangely normal.”) She only does it for special occasions, (It makes everyone jealous around Christmas until they see why she brought it to lunch.), though Goo includes “The third Tuesday of March” and “August thirteenth” as major holidays. 

---Goo likes to celebrate her birthday at Foster’s whenever possible. She additionally actually likes Cheese, because she thinks he’s funny and she’s good with him, so he’s almost always helping her open presents or eating streamers as she decorates the table

---Her favorite ice cream flavor is rainbow sherbet, but she also likes (”blueberry, gold ribbon, cookies and cream, and birthday cake! Well, really I like almost every flavor except not coffee since that one’s really gross and I also sometimes make up flavors that I think they should have, like gummy bear sprinkles, and then sometimes there are flavors that sound made up except they’re really not, like pizza and pear with blue cheese, ew, isn’t that gross? Oh! And did I tell you about my idea for an ice cream burrito where instead of the cone, they make it a tortilla instead with the sugar cone stuff?”) She’s definitely the person where, if she’s alone with a month’s allowance, she’ll try to stack the scoops as high as possible and roll each one in a bowl of toppings. (She prides herself on the fact that she once got the server to coat three scoops in gummy bears, rainbow sprinkles, and chocolate chips respectively, and even got him to pour some gummy bears in the cone.) If she’s with someone else, and they’re treating, she’ll just get rainbow sherbet.

---She’s not a hugger. She’s affectionately physical in other ways-friendly slaps on the back, pats on the head, fixing someone else’s shirt collar-but doesn’t really hug a lot. She’s more of a high-fiver, to be honest. 

---When she gets older, she has everybody write a story about Foster’s in an anthology she publishes under the name “Hillary-Britney “Lollipop” Starr”. (Involuntarily included? Mac’s poetry.)

---Goo is the karaoke queen. 

GENERAL

--The soda fountain guy has been through everything. (If you need further proof, just look at the way he casually throws out Mac when he orders all those milkshakes...all, “Dude, I make seven bucks an hour. I’ve seen it all.”)

---Cheese was created with an innate sense of technology. He actually knew full-well what he was doing when he memorized the code to the electronic security system, and sometimes, Frankie has to ask him for his help when fixing her computer. (Usually with her head in her hands while Cheese jumps up and down on the chair and says “No no no, you put too much stuff in the computer! Throw some away! See in the hard drive? See, see, see, see, see? That’s why it’s so slowwwww!”)

---It is impossible to accidentally create an imaginary friend. It’s more of a left-brained thing than a technical thing, and you usually have to have a pretty clear idea of their personality beforehand. Goo’s imagination works at ten miles a minute, so she is the one exception.

---Imaginary friends do not age. Friends like Scrappy (Remember that little guy with the Brooklyn accent and Victorian clothing? That was one of my favorites..) are deemed older by how long they’ve been at Foster’s and how much they’ve matured emotionally. 

---Larry John McGee (Goofball’s creator) had a very silly sense of humor in creating Goofball. He wanted his friend to act as a big brother, and knew that if he ever got lost, he’d go to Foster’s for help and weird out the staff. Goofball did almost all of what he was doing with a straight face to make everyone else in the house laugh when Frankie pulled off his rubber nose to reveal...an imaginary friend. 

---Youngman Rivers actually turned out to be a pretty cool guy when he got older. 

---Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends did not go away after the series finale. Foster’s lives on with many more adventures of its own, including more and more characters as time goes on, until Mac grew into an adult, still coming to tackle Bloo on the first floor every day.

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Father Figure | A Casualty Fanfic

this is completely @panic-at-casualty ‘s headcanon so big credit to her, and marie, i’m sorry this took so long to write, but i hope it was worth the wait :) and i totally stole marie’s line breakers from ‘weightless’ but they’re awesome so... i hope you don’t mind dude 

also i’ve completely forgotten how under 12s behave so the ages probably don’t match up with their speech/actions whoops forgive me

Father Figure

Word Count: 1390

Caleb is 8, Ethan is 6.

"C-Caleb?" Ethan said meekly, looking up at his big brother with trustful and watery eyes.

Caleb stroked his hair and whispered, "yes, Nibbles?"

"Is D-Dad ever c-coming home?"

He sighed heavily, wondering that for himself. "I don't know. Mum says… no. But, you remember, this isn't the first time he's gone out."

Ethan looked away from him. "I-I don't w-want h-him to c-come home this t-time."

Caleb knew why he said that, all too well. Ethan, while only 6, was their father's golden boy. But golden boys don't have stutters so their father was trying to get it out of him. And not in the nicest of ways. Caleb only hugged Ethan, tightly. "Me neither, Nibbles," he admitted quietly as if saying it allowed would cause catastrophic things to happen. "But it's okay. We've still got Mum."

"M-Mum just c-c-cries..." he said, almost sobbing himself.

Caleb didn't have anything to say to that. It was true. Their father would be angry or drunk or horrible, and their mother just cried, getting on with life as quietly as she could. The only time she's come back happy was when she went away on Thursdays. Caleb recalled her saying something about bridges, but nothing else really. And he would never forget her smile whenever they came home from school. She always held them and told them she loved them. But then their dad would come home and the 'fun' would start over again.

"Go to sleep, Nibbles."

"S-stay?"

"Always."

They stayed like that, cuddled on Cal's bed, until the morning. They slept peacefully, a rare occurrence considering whenever their Dad left before as angry as he had done, he'd come crashing in in the early hours, waking everyone up and scaring his sons. But as Caleb slowly woke that morning, it was silent in their house. The sun had risen fully, their mother wasn't crying, and their father wasn't being heard. Maybe things would get better after all.

Caleb kissed his little brother's forehead and held him softly. "I'll look after you, Nibbles."

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Caleb is 10, Ethan is 8.

"W-why can't i-it just g-go a-away?" Ethan wailed into Caleb's shoulder.

Caleb had seen a lot of this. There were times when Ethan was okay with his stutter, but after a school assembly where Ethan had to say something and barely made his way through, his stutter became a problem again. "Come on. Mum's out. I'll make you...um... a Thursday Night Special."

"W-What?" Ethan said, growling to himself as he stuttered again.

"A Thursday Night Special! It's my new creation. Mum's out at her... thing-y-me-bob, and I'm babysitting. So come on, wash your hands and sit down."

Ethan did not look amused.

"Nibbles."

He huffed but did as he was told. Meanwhile, Caleb snuck around, trying in all the cupboards to find the secret stash of crisps that their mother only let them have on special occasions.

"What are you looking for?" Ethan asked as he sat down, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Crisps," he said, head in a cupboard.

"You're looking in the wrong place."

Caleb immediately retreated back. "What?"

Ethan shrugged. "You're looking in the wrong place. They're in the far right top cupboard. You'll need a chair to reach them."

"How do you...? Nevermind."

And a few minutes later, a crisp sandwich was placed in front of Ethan, beside a glass of milk.

"A Thursday Night Special! Just... don't tell Mum, yeah?"

If Ethan gave an answer, Cal didn't notice it. Ethan's mouth was already full with part of the crisp sandwich.

Caleb laughed, making Ethan try to chew quickly while trying not to laugh himself. "Don't choke, Nibbles. Mum will never forgive me!"

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Caleb is 12, Ethan is 10.

His mother had only shown him how to do it once, and Ethan would be very alert of what he needed to avoid, but now, Caleb wasn't sure he knew how to use it. "Where's your EpiPen?"

“B-bag.”

“Okay, okay,” he muttered to himself. “Right.”

He rummaged around in Ethan’s school bag, looking at the phone out of the corner of his eye. He was told to ring 999 after using the EpiPen. But all he wanted was some help. Their mother had popped out to get some milk, and Ethan was having an allergic reaction. 

Caleb, with shaking hands, prepared the EpiPen like he was taught. He looked down at his struggling brother on the floor. “I’m sorry, Ethan,” he said and jabbed the needle into his thigh. He counted to five in his head, then removed it, carelessly dropping it on the floor.

“Ethan?”

“C-Caleb,” he whimpered, looking terrified. 

“It’ll be alright. I’ll get help.” He shot up from the floor over to the landline phone and rang for an ambulance. “It’ll be okay, Ethan. I promise.”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Caleb is 14, Ethan is 12.

"I like Cal,” Caleb said suddenly as they were playing Cluedo.

Ethan didn’t look up, too focused on his sheet of paper. "C-Caleb, what are you t-talking about?" he muttered, stutter almost non-existent. Cal knew this was the best time for Ethan. While they were relaxing, just the two of them, and having fun, Ethan’s stutter seemed to fade.

"Cal. As a nickname,” he said. “I never liked Caleb. Too formal and posh. Eugh" 

This made Ethan look up. He tilted his head slightly, fiddling with his pencil. "Cal,” he whispered as if testing the name out. He smiled. “I like it t-too."

They put their focus back on the board as Cal had his turn. Halfway through his turn, Ethan spoke again. "D-does that mean you can s-stop calling me Nibbles?" he asked hopefully.

Cal grabbed him from around the side and hugged him tightly with his arm. "Never, Nibbles."

Ethan shrugged and lightly smiled. “It w-was worth a t-try.”

Cal let Ethan go. “Now stop trying to put me off.”

As soon as Cal finished his turn, Ethan said: “no need.”

“Huh?”

“There’s n-no need to try and p-put you off.”

Ethan looked smug, Cal knew what was coming next wasn’t going to be good.

“What do you mean?”

“It was M-Mr Green in the s-study with t-the candlestick.”

They turned over the cards, and sure enough, Ethan was correct. Cal was shocked that his little managed to get that, so only said: “I let you win.”

He hoped Ethan believed that.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Caleb is 16, Ethan is 14.

"You did it, Ethan!" He grinned with excitement, so proud of his little brother. Ethan had just come home, beaming with happiness for getting full marks on his speaking test.

"A-and I barely stuttered!"

"Told you that you could do it, Ethan."

Ethan shrugged. “You helped me.”

Cal did help him. He was up for the past week helping Ethan go through it over and over again and helping him with techniques not to get nervous or stutter. And even if it meant he got a couple of detentions for not handing in his homework, that didn’t matter. Ethan was his little brother, and since they had a non-existent Dad, Cal made it his duty to help Ethan in any way he could.

“Who cares if I helped you? I wasn’t there in the room with you and you did that all by yourself.” Cal clapped Ethan on the shoulder. “Goon on you, Nibbles.”

Ethan smiled mischievously. “And you, Caleb.”

“Hmmm... I’ll let that one pass just this once. Now, Mum’s out. Thursday Night Special?”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Caleb is 18, Ethan is 16.

"I’ll be back at Christmas, Nibbles. Don’t worry.”

“B-but that’s three m-months away!”

Cal looked sadly at his little brother. While he wasn’t so little anymore - he was going into his AS Levels after all (how time flies) - he was worried to leave him for Uni. They’d grown so close over the years, ever since that man left them. And their mother relied on him a lot. He didn’t want to leave Ethan.

“We can write to each other. I’ll still keep in contact.” He ruffled Ethan’s hair. “When I’m gone, you’re going to be the man of the house, yeah?”

Ethan didn’t answer him, he just looked at him.

“Come on, Ethan. Love you.”

Ethan let the corner of his mouth lift and he hugged Cal tightly. “Love you too, Cal.”

Headcanon: Cal and Ethan's dad walked out on them when they were young, so Cal pretty much raised Ethan instead.