#pins and patches came from. i think. a headcanon

[lohstandfound]

what's wrong with the existing ship names why do we need new ones

[graysnetwork]

If you're still taking Keegan requests how about something fluffy pinning for the base's resident medic? Medic is just so soft and gentle and sweet and he can't help but smile every time he has to visit them. Can be headcanons or a little fic, whatever you're in the mood to do. We all just need more Keegan in our life.

My Favorite

Merrick told Keegan to go to the medic to get patched up, and usually Keegan refused to go but this time to Merricks surprise he made no fuss about it. Keegan wasn't injured badly, he wasn't clumsy, he just needed some stitching and bandaging, though his arm and shoulders hurts as they rubbed against the material of his sweater he couldn't be happier to go to your office.

Keegan loved going to your office, all because of you, he thought you were lovely. You were too sweet and when you'd patch him up; you were so gentle with him. He loved the way your soft hands felt on him. And he'd seen you handle Hesh or Logan and how you didn't care if their wounds hurt while patching them up, but with him, you were never rough; always gentle with him, and always asked if his wounds hurt.

At some point even Logan started noticing how you were so gentle with him and would tell him he was "Lucky" because "their always so sweet to you, and they don't even care if my cuts hurt while they do their thing" to which Keegan would chuckle at but, it did keep him up at night thinking if the feeling he had were reciprocated by you.

keegan walked up to your office door and knocked "Who is it!" you shouted, your voice already warming him. like actually though... he started blushing. Luckily the mask covered it up. "Keegan!" he said, and he heard your shoes making there way to your door. You opened the door with a smile greeting Keegan and telling him to come in.

"what do you need Russ?" Russ, he loved it when you called him that. something about the way it came out of your mouth was as smooth as butter, He'd rather have everybody call him Keegan and leave that name to you as a special nickname only you could call him.

"Merrick told me to come down here, I probably just need some bandages" he said showing you his cuts while sitting down in a chair. They were deep, "No, your gonna need some stitching" you said "Alright, your the expert" he said shrugging. You got out your "tools" and began to stitch him up.

He noticed you kept sighing, and making annoyed hums so he asked out what was wrong. "It's nothing, your shirt isn't being the most cooperative though" you told him, laughing it off. he quickly hummed and got a hold of the bottom of his shirt and took it off swiftly. He leaned back into the chair again acting like he didn't do anything. Your mouth was agape, surprised, stunned, astonished. you really couldn't find a word for what you were at the moment.

You were so lucky he was turned away from you, with his back turned to you because your face was getting a bit of a tinted red. Nonetheless you had a job to do and you were not about to get distracted by his, body.

you started to stitch him up again, asking him if anything hurt, he always said no but he liked how you kept checking. Soon you started on the other one, and then another one, suddenly he started talking again "Y/n?" he said, you hummed in response "Why don't you treat Logan or, Hesh like how you treat me?" He asked you. "What do you mean?" you asked back, "you’re always so nice to me-" he said chuckling "and then you don't give a fuck about the others" He finished, you got up from your chair walking over to your drawer giggling at what he said "I guess you’re just my favorite out of all of the team" you told him shrugging your shoulders "And for the record I do give a fuck about them" you protested.

Not long after you finished stitching him up. You walked back to your desk while he put his shirt back on, "I'll see you in about 7 days to take your stitches out?" you told Keegan "Im gone by then" keegan said "Fine then in 5" you reasoned and he nodded, he stared at you for a while longer even once you had turned away from him, he admired you, he always had, loved the way your eyes looked, how beautiful you were, on the inside as well, he admired your existence

he wanted to tell you how much he loved you, it was the perfect moment. You two were alone, in a room, nobody could interrupt you guys, but it didn't feel right for him. "See ya sweetheart" he said opening the door, you turned your attention from putting away your things to him "See ya Russ" you smiled, he walked down the hallway

" ‘Sweetheart’ Thats a new one" you muttered to yourself, Keegan always called you nicknames, but he never said anything like sweetheart, it was so endearing. While Keegan walked down the hall he thought about everything he could've done and talked about with you if he had more time with you.

He kinda wished he had gotten shot to stay with you for a bit longer.

[roll-for-gaslight]

The Bad Kids + Sharing Clothes Headcanons

Kristen

Probably has taken the most

Has multiple things from each person

Always wearing something that does not belong to her

Not all of it goes together

In fact, most of it doesn’t 

Gorgug has had to politely ask her to stop taking things because she took like half of his closet and he needed clothes

She got so sad he only had her give a little bit of it back

Jackets, t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants

Hoodies also go down to her knees

Fig’s leather jacket

Literally does not go with anything else she wears

Drapes it over her shoulders instead of just putting it on

Occasionally buys her new pins/patches

The jacket belongs to both of them now really

Adaine’s sneakers!!!

She has to wear something other than sandals occasionally 

She likes borrowing Adaine’s because they do match her vibe the best

The only thing she really returns!!! 

Does fully just come into Adaine’s room without asking to both get them and put them away though

Riz’s bracelets

Like the little leather ones??? I feel like he has those

She thinks he’s So Cool and Hipster for wearing them and she takes them

Also has been known to borrow ties and such accessories

Does not wear them as intended

Fabian Hates when she borrows his clothes, especially like sweatshirts and such

It starts as a like “I don’t have workout clothes” thing and evolves from there

He didn’t mind at first!! Then things were never given back

Fabian offered to buy her her own clothes and she refused???

He doesn’t understand at all

Back when her and Tracker were dating it was a huge thing

They didn’t do a good job of hiding that they were staying in each others’ rooms

Like yeah they came out of the right doors most mornings, but it wasn’t like they came out wearing their own clothes

Like Kristen emerges wearing one of Jawbone’s old shirts that he gave to tracker a long time ago and she usually sleeps in

Anyway yeah being friends with Kristen means you’re losing a chunk or your wardrobe and you just kind of have to be okay with that

Adaine | Fig | Fabian | Kristen | Gorgug | Riz

[angled-blade]

May I request Thomas Hewitt comforting a reader who is over sensitive? She has been belittled and made think that she is stupid and clumsy in every way possible, so whenever someone *cough* Hoyt *cough* is particularly harsh on her she shuts down until she gets the opportunity to hide away and cry? Thank you ❤️

Thomas Hewitt comforting you.

Pairing(s): Thomas Hewitt/Reader

Type: Angst, Comfort | Headcanons

➻ Thomas is very much aware of your gentler personality even before he had first gotten into the relationship with you. As a matter of fact, it was what drew him toward you to even form such an attraction. Thomas adores you, associating you similar to a comforting blanket that once wrapped around him whenever he had gotten patched up for any injuries. There were so many words and phrases Thomas is unable to associate you with—but the fact of the matter is that you are endearing to him.

➻ It had definitely been a long day for Thomas, having been hard at work chopping up the food and storing them for later. Thomas has already blocked out Hoyt’s demeaning words for quite a long while—the words from the older man practically bouncing off him with how often they are used to pin Thomas down. He’s grown used to ignoring, knowing how it could be either that it’s true or not. Even then, Thomas has never quite gotten that much free time to dwell on whatever it was that Hoyt’s said—he has work to do, leaving him no choice but to take it as it is and move on after it has been said and done. The only thing that he can’t leave sitting about is you, the newest member to the Hewitt family.

➻ Thomas knows what it feels like being belittled, though he has never stood up for himself when the remarks had been made by his own kin. Of course, this is more often than not the fault of Hoyt’s reasoning that it was to ‘toughen ol’ Tommy’, much to Ludae Mae’s chagrin and protest. The only reason that Thomas had any problem with it was when he noticed how affected you were with the sheriff’s words. 

➻ It was one of those nights where he resigned himself back into the shared bedroom—Thomas feeling more than ready to return to the bed, his exhaustion prevalent with every footstep made as he headed toward the door to the room. In spite of that, Thomas’ hearing is still as acute as ever, immediately picking up on the shift in the room as he opens the door ever so gently before entering. He sees your body curled up in a fetal position, back facing him. Thomas didn’t know what came over him, but seeing you in such a position had his immediate attention. 

➻ It didn’t take long for you to notice the shift in the mattress as he takes a seat next to you—he didn’t get a good chance to look at you, which made him all the more concerned for you. 

—

“Ah—T..Tommy. I didn’t hear you come in, sweetheart.” You whispered, voice low in an attempt to mask the fact that you had been crying. You kept your face obstructed from Thomas’ line of sight with your hands, already feeling unsure of how he’d react to it. You honestly were not ready to find out anytime soon—not after what the Sheriff said. 

The only response you received from your lover was a concerned grunt before you felt a familiar large hand hold onto one of your left wrist, gently tugging it away to reveal your face before him.

—

➻ The wave of emotions he felt was shock, not once had he seen you break down as you did now, this time being the only time he saw it for himself—never having the time to see you when he works away in the basement. The feeling that bled into him after was anger, an emotion that drove him to react violently, chainsaw in hand or not. He saw it all on your face, you had been crying for maybe even hours—and yet, he doesn’t know what it was that caused you to feel that way. Thomas was nothing short of livid. What, or who dares to make you cry? Thomas’ rage dissipates however, once he had heard your voice through the barrage of thoughts swimming past him call out to him.

—

Thomas seemed to untense when you whispered his name, as if it were a hidden sin to call for him. He stares back, no longer zoned out in his own headspace as he refocuses his attention on you.  

“Am I..—You know—Am I really that stupid, Tommy?” You whimpered out, voice no longer low as it seemed to have returned to its original pitch. The question had Thomas dumbfounded. You? Stupid? Those words did not have any particular correlation, nor did he want to think that it was even a palpable thought in his mind—There was simply no way you were and Thomas was extremely confident in that as fact. You are smart. Much, much smarter than him.

He urges you to elaborate on why you began thinking so lowly of yourself. He’d like to know what it was that caused you to shed as many tears as you did.

~

You couldn’t help but let out all of your grievances for Thomas to hear. There was no point keeping it away from him any longer, you were in the comfort of your room—a space that only you and your lover occupied with nobody else to intrude. 

And so, you broke.

“I know–It’s.. You don’t hear me say this stuff, but—Hoyt was..” You took a sharp breath to collect yourself, your gaze focusing on your hands that were now moving to hold onto Thomas’. 

“Hoyt’s been telling me all these things—I’ve been.. I’ve been trying to help around the house, you know. Help Mama with the chores and clean up the house. I struggled with some of it. Hoyt saw me–I think after the last two he brought back for you to take..” 

Your voice trailed off, sighing shakily.

“He’s been calling me stupid for being so clumsy—he’s been doing it for a while.. I’m.. I just think today’s not my day. Maybe.. Just maybe, I’m just overreacting and it’s stupid for you to hear this from me.. ’m probably wasting your time.” You gently squeezed his hands once you finished. At the last sentence, you could hear a hitch in Thomas’ voice.

It took you a while to look in his eyes. But when you did, it was only then did you see an equally familiar sight in those brown eyes you adored. 

It was the look he had when he was hunting people down.

—

➻ Thomas couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You weren’t–No. You can’t possibly believe whatever it was that Hoyt said. To think that you’re wasting his time? Thomas thought otherwise—He never knew. He really did. Now, he feels as though he has failed his role as your lover. Guilt is what he would feel now, self-deprecative thoughts eating away at his mind as he looks over your disheveled state. As much as the hateful thoughts began bubbling up in his head, he shoved it aside to tend to you. He needed to show to you that he was there for you, there would be no point if he wallowed in his own guilt.

—

Thomas’ sudden surge of rage quickly transitioned into one that was saddened, exposing his vulnerability in the process. He felt a sense of obligation, his hands quickly moving to pull you right toward his chest. His arms wrapped themselves around you, hugging you firmly in a comforting embrace.

As he leaned his head down to nuzzle against your neck, he heard you break into sobs once more. Every tear you shed tugs at Thomas’ heartstrings.

Each tug was an ache that tore at his previously docile behaviour whenever his family members demeaned others. It tore at him.

Thomas gently rubbed circles into your back, an assuring coo reverberating from his throat as he did so. He shut his eyes, planting a soft kiss against your temple. 

He felt your heart beat slow down and relax, an indicator that you appeared to not be as distressed as you were before. It relieved him that his comfort, while it was quite subtle in providing, hearing your sobs quieten down.

—

➻ Thomas still felt some form of guilt remaining with him by the time you admit multiple more accounts of you being harassed by Hoyt. Seeing how he had, in a sense, ignored the signs and the possibility of you being affected by Hoyt’s words, he felt useless. From that day onwards, Thomas made an arrangement to remain by your side. Luckily for him, there were little chores for him to complete for the day—they were quickly tended to before returning by your side once again. He also made sure to let Ludae Mae know about what happened, too. 

➻ By the time the grandfather clock struck noon, Hoyt came strolling in. The sheriff was stopped by Mama, matched with Thomas side-eying the older man as he was reprimanded. He may not have the voice to scold Hoyt, but he had his Momma in his favour. Thomas will go at great lengths to keep the sheriff in line and careful in what he’s saying. Everytime he does slip up, he’s met with Tommy’s glare and his huff of disapproval. It’s gotten Hoyt to back off on his words a smidgen.

➻ Whenever you do feel the need for an outlet to cry your heart out, you can be assured that you can safely do so in Thomas’ arms. He’d happily welcome you in them if you seek it, knowing himself you aren’t similar to the words Hoyt said. Expect his affection in the bedroom to increase tenfold, his shy kisses now directed with a narrative to comfort you just as much as you comforted him.

—

It was late again, though this time around, Thomas was in bed with you. He remained awake as he glanced over your features.

He could hear your light breathing, unaffected as you slept content. No longer was it laboured from crying, much to his relief, finding that his tactics of intimidating Hoyt had gone well after a few weeks. 

Thomas held his hand out, his finger parting aside a lock of your hair that obstructed your face slightly from his view.

Despite him failing to protect you from Hoyt, you still stayed and continued loving him in the relationship.

Taking this as a second chance to be a better lover, Thomas made a promise to himself to protect you in any way that he could do so.

It felt right for him to do so, seeing it as the least that he could do to repay you for your love.

It was the least that he can do as your husband; that was fact.

—

I hope this is what you wanted, anon! I apologise for any mistakes you may find in the piece, but I once again hope that you enjoyed reading it. (: For anybody interested in requesting through the ask box, be sure to look through the list of rules and slashers available if you aren't sure if your request would be accepted. Again, please reblog this post! Thank you in advance!! Thank you again to whoever is reading this, please take care of yourself and have a wonderful day/night!! (:

[burinazar]

(Note: this is a twitter crosspost with a little bit of editing and extra links, so if you saw this as a thread on my twt, then there isn’t really anything new in this post, unless you never saw my Freshly Tatted Baby Waz art since the main thing I added was a link to it.)

One of my drafts, “Scars and Ink”, is about Irumyuui comparing her marked skin to Vueko and Belaf’s scars. The parallel that all three of them bear physical evidence of violence/abuse has always struck me as incredibly poignant and folding well into the parallel we were already invited to draw between Vueko and Belaf’s scars and how the two might regard these reminders of what they’ve lived through. Anyway, I wondered if it would belabor the story to add a smol moment with Wazukyan; they aren’t close, of course, and the focus of the story will remain on Irumyuui’s relationship with her parents, but it feels like a great opportunity to incorporate that Waz has tattoos, which i headcanon as rooted in trauma like Iru’s own tattoos.

Corollary: I struggle to pin down a precise estimate on how upset or resentful Vueko, Belaf, and Irumyuui as individuals ever actually were with *him* and the agency he had in the situation, but to me, canon hints strongly B and V far more blamed themselves. As for Iru….hmmm. Well. I wonder.

The entirety of Irumyuui’s character/feelings and how it’s handled by the narrative is very interesting. Some folks have said they found Irumyuui undercharacterized; while I respect where they’re coming from I disagree. Instead a lot of her characterization is presented indirectly, blanks we must fill in reading between the lines, versus her actual scenes and dialogue.

Wishes and desires made manifest is, of course, of central importance of the Ganja/village arc. And it was irumyuui’s wishes and feelings and their manifestations that were the most important of all — yet there is explicit textual mystery to the shape and extent of those wishes.

Vueko, Belaf, and Faputa all have their own necessarily partial and biased guesses on how she really felt, what she really wanted, and how that shaped the events that came to pass. Besides input from these characters, we can also glean information from the village’s function. Why did Irumyuui give what she gave to Belaf and then all the other Ganja (except Vueko)? What does that say about how she felt towards them? We are invited to answer for ourselves.

imho a crucial element of Faputa’s growth during the climactic events is that she reassesses her self conception in light of receiving new information on Irumyuui, because she reevaluated what Iru “really wanted” as well as accepting the incompleteness of her prior knowledge. To me this part is also the text itself engaging with the viewer and inviting us to draw conclusions on how Irumyuui really felt, what she wanted, whether she ever really wanted revenge or simply the end of her own suffering, whether she ever assigned blame at all.

I think of this sort of thing as characterizing through the use of negative space. Afaik this is not a real storytelling term, I made it up lol, but I’m getting at something a bit more specific than just “the story leaves something ambiguous” (also something different from “this isn’t even in the story so we can decide it ourselves”, which I’ve also been known to describe using the concept of negative space as a metaphor for...oops sorry!) That is, although it seems at first that some element is not clear or specified, upon a second look we find that the outlines which are around that white patch of canvas contain the shapes and clues that give you a pretty good idea of what is in it.

[toomanybandstocare]

Hello hello!! If you could steal one piece of clothing from the older ST kids, what would you take? Feel free to imagine Eddie’s closet since he only wears one outfit 🤪 (maybe argyle too but idk)

Have a good night!!

Program: What clothes I would steal from the ST friends as their close friend or partner.

Counselors: Argyle, Robin, Jonathan, Billy, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Counselor Notes: i love this question bc i am definitely the type of person to snag friend's or partner's clothing. also i came down with a head cold today and i want all the blankets/warm clothes :(

Argyle -> Surfer Boy Pizza Visor

I'm a huge hat person, but mostly with beanies and baseball caps. However, I love stealing people's hats. At a party onetime, I collected and wore as many hats as people let me borrow for the night. So during a bonfire night, I can definitely imagine meeting Argyle for the first time and ask him if I could borrow his visor. Through the night we just keep stealing it back from one another, and before I hand it back for the last time, I stuck my phone number on a piece a paper and tucked it into the velcro straps. Left him a blushing mess.

Robin -> Patch Jacket

I have my own that I've been working on since I was a sophomore in high school, and I think it would be really cute if we borrowed each other's jackets. Just casual days out where we wear each other's patch/pin jackets, and our friends try to figure out which one belongs to each of us. They've only ever seen us switch between them, and they never knew who the original owner was. I think it would be cute if we embroidered each other's names into the inside cuffs.

Jonathan -> Fuzz-Lined Jean Jacket or Oatmeal Sweater

I want a bomber style jacket so badly, but these jackets are sososo cozy looking as well. I am also a sucker for sailor knit/cable knit sweaters, and I will steal both at some point I definitely stole it after going pumpkin and apple picking on a cold autumn day, and he never really noticed. Just made sure to pull the collar close to my neck so I wouldn't get cold. When we hang out with everyone next, someone asks if that's his jacket I'm wearing, and he just smiles all warm and cute at me.

Billy -> Brown Leather Jacket and Red Button Down Shirt

I put style almost above all else, but coming from New England, I'm really good at finding stylish and useful clothing. Otherwise, I will freeze to death. When it comes to the rain, however, I will opt out of wearing a jacket or bring an umbrella, because I want to feel the rain hit my skin. I love it. But one day, after a shift at the diner, I didn't realize it was going to rain so hard, and I have to call Billy to pick me up. He dashes in and wraps me up in his jacket before we both book it back to his car. When we get home to our apartment, I take a shower while he makes dinner. I steal his red button down shirt that was strewn across the room and join him for a cozy night in.

Steve -> Yellow Sweater

You cannot tell me that this is not his favorite sweater ever, and that it smells exactly like him. I have to be very careful with how I acquire this piece, because he will not let it out of his sight. Steve is definitely onto how sneaky I am with how much clothes I steal, and he will not let me steal this one. It's his comfort clothing item. But after a long day of classes and building stress and anxiety, I just crash in our apartment bedroom and sob. Burrowing under the cover, chest heaving, puffy eyes, I don't even hear Steve come back from his afternoon classes. He immediately comes over and pulls me out to check what's wrong, and once I've calmed down, he carefully detangles himself and grabs his sweater from the closet. Pulls it over me and just lets me lay on his chest to listen to his heart.

Eddie -> Pants with the Belt

As much as I want to steal his jacket, I'll choose another clothing item to be original. But please ask me about how I stole his jacket one time. I typically fall out of bed at the last minute possible to be on time to meetings or classes, because I love how warm my bed is or because I never sleep. And if Eddie stayed the night??? Yeah, neither of us want to get up and leave the cuddle bundle. But exam day waits for no one, and I have to rush out of the house. Grabbing his pants and one of my shirts, I'm clicking the buckle to make it fit as best as I can while running out the door. I am a sucker and hopeless romantic when it comes to boyfriend jeans.

Nancy -> Oatmeal Turtleneck Sweater

This was hard, because she and I are on opposite sides of the style spectrum. BUT SHE HAS AN OATMEAL TURTLE NECK THAT I NEED. That is this softest, wool I have ever seen. Getting ready to go out to get groceries once the roads have been cleared from the snow storm last night, I grab her sweater, because it's like being wrapped up in a blanket. We were having a movie marathon the night before when the unexpected storm settled in, so we both agreed it was too dangerous to drive. An impromptu sleepover with soft chats, gentle touches, and tangled cuddles. The faint scent of her perfume still lingers on the comfy, slightly coarse yarn. She gives me the sweetest forehead kiss when she turns to ask if I'm ready.

[nimuetheseawitch]

Non military Bradley 🤗

This is one of my favorites. To be fair, I love all my WIPs, but this AU is full of some of my favorite headcanons: Bradley dealing with tons of medical debt and struggling to pay for college because of it, Carole and Penny dating in the 90s, tattoo artist Carole, and so much more. And to clarify, it isn't just non-military Bradley, this Bradley is actively anti-military and ended up a Poli Sci professor. But he and Jake manage to make it work anyway, or at least they have for a few years, and now they're dealing with this mission.

Because I love it so, so much, you're getting a long snippet from the first chapter, which will be under the cut.

Fanboy set the beers he’d just picked up down distractedly and hissed at them, “Guys! Guys! See the dude at the bar chatting with Penny?”

Everyone took surreptitious looks in that direction while fending off Fanboy’s protestations about not looking all at once. Jake and Javy shared a look and smirked.

“Yes, and?” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“Well, he definitely knows Penny, but I couldn’t get a read on him. Do you think he’s flirting with her?”

As one, all the aviators turned to watch just as the guy at the bar said something that had Penny throwing her head back in laughter.

“Well, they do look pretty friendly,” Halo mused.

Omaha nodded. “But he really doesn’t seem like her type.”

Jake snorted in amusement. “You can say that again.”

“Look at those patches and pins on his vest – he looks like he just came from a protest,” Yale chimed in.

“And that hair – is that a mullet? And with the mustache? He looks like a fucking hippie,” Harvard added.

“I would’ve gone with ‘hipster’ over ‘hippie’ with those piercings,” Fritz jumped in. “And are those tattoos?”

All of them watched as Penny leaned forward on the bar and placed her hand on the man’s forearm, which was indeed covered in tattoos.

“Well, Fanboy’s right, there’s definitely something between them.” Payback took a swig of his beer but continued to watch the bar.

“Of course, you agree with him.” Phoenix turned a thoughtful look to Bob before asking, “What do you think?”

“Hmm...,” Bob took a sip of his drink. “I think we’re missing something.”

Any further conversation was cut off as they all went silent when Penny pulled the man in and kissed him on the cheek before handing him a beer. He turned towards them, and all the aviators quickly turned away, trying to look like they hadn’t just been staring.

Fanboy snuck a quick glance back at him. “Oh, fuck, he’s walking towards us. Do you think he noticed us watching?”

Javy couldn’t keep it in anymore and burst out laughing, and everyone stared at him. Phoenix narrowed her eyes and looked between him and Jake, who was rolling his eyes. She was opening her mouth to say something when Bradley came up next to him and slipped his free arm around Jake’s waist before leaning in for a quick kiss.

“Hey, babe. Sorry, I had to catch up with Aunt Penny.”

The rest of the squad just gaped at them, but Jake ignored them in favor of properly greeting his boyfriend. He pulled him back for another kiss, indulging in the softness of Bradley’s lips and the familiar scratch of his mustache. When he pulled back from the kiss, he didn’t let Bradley go far. “Missed you darlin’.”

Bradley smiled. “Missed you too.” He glanced to the side briefly before turning his gaze back to Jake. “You gonna introduce me to your squad?”

“Who, these judgmental assholes?” Jake smirked at the pained noises coming from the other aviators. “I guess so.”

Before he could turn back to everyone, Javy pulled him away and swept Bradley up in a hug. “Bradshaw, man, it’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too, Javy.”

By the time they all turned back to the squad, they seemed to mostly have gathered their wits about them, although Fanboy was mouthing ‘Aunt Penny?’ and looking lost at sea. Phoenix looked between the three of them and then turned to punch Jake in the shoulder. “So, this is the boyfriend, Bagman? You couldn’t have told us sooner?”

“In my defense, it was much funnier to listen to you guys try to figure out how he knew Penny.” The look he threw Bradley was full of mischief, and Bradley’s mouth quirked up like he knew a secret.

“Yeah, how do you know Penny?” Fritz asked.

Bradley shrugged. “She’s an old family friend. I think she went out with my godfather in the 80s briefly, and then she lived with us for a bit in the 90s when she was dating my mom. Reconnected with her after she bought the Hard Deck when I was at UCSD.”

Everyone just stared at him, speechless for a bit, until Fanboy took a long drink of his beer and said, “That is...not what I would’ve guessed.”

Jake cleared his throat. “Anyway. This is Bradley, my boyfriend. Bradley, these are, apparently, the best the Navy has to offer.”

[dickplinko]

MY LAST HEADCANON POST DID SUPPER WELL AND PEOPLE LOVED IT SO IMMA MAKE ANOTHER ONE

I have fun ideas but am awful at writing so you get this instead of fanfics

Some of these carry over from the first post so here’s that link for context

•Steve needed to replace the brakes in his car and Eddie helped him and taught him how to change brakes. Steve kept rubbing the grease from his fingers on Eddie. He thought it was cute.

•Steve doesn’t really understand D&D so he says the most unhinged shit “Can I befriend the Bugbear and give him chips” “I eat their kneecaps for a snack” “I will impale them like a kebab” “I will throw my shoe” “I will turn him into a grill” “Steve they don’t have grills” I don’t care roll for grill”

• Steve really likes Eddie’s hair when it’s put up into a messy bun with hairs flying everywhere and it sagging on the back of his head. Eddie noticed this and started wearing it like this

•Eddie skates with Max sometimes and they have chaotic hart to harts and talk about their partners

•Max is blind now and has a service dog his name is bucky and it’s named after robin because she was the first girl that max ever met who was confident in her queerness and max really looks up to her

•Lucas and El braid max’s hair while she’s in a coma. Nancy and Robin visit her quite a bit in the hospital and are there when she wakes up.

• Eddie stops wearing his bandanna when he gets with Steve. Steve is clueless to hanky code but he notices Eddie doesn’t wear it anymore. He asks about why Eddie stopped wearing it and Steve makes this face 😳

• Steve knew he liked men for years and never really thought much of it bc he never met one he was interested in dating until Eddie. He never really tried to hide the fact that me was bi. Everyone is shocked when he came out and he is confused because he thought everyone knew

• the fruity four volunteer at hospitals during the aids crisis because of the lack of medical care for gay men. Eddie gets really scared that him and Steve are going to get hatecrimed because of the homophobia that is running rampant. The four protect each other in public. Nancy started carrying one of her guns in case something bad happens. They four go to protests and try to educate people in Hawkins about the crisis.

• Dustin starts bringing aspects of Eddie’s style into his own. He starts wearing a jacket and it’s covered in a bunch of nerdy patches and pins. Eddie is proud

• Eddie fucking eats up Nine Inch Nails when they start making music He loves them so much. Him and Steve have sex to closer.

• Steve really likes ABBA Eddie thinks it’s cute how into the music Steve Gets

•Eddie takes Steve to concerts with him and he sits on Steve’s shoulders. Steve gets really into rock music and loves going to shows. One day Eddie gets really hurt in the pit and Steve carries him out of the crowd and to the car. When they get home Steve cleans all his wounds and Eddie falls asleep in Steve’s lap while he plays with his fair

•When The Lost Boys comes out Eddie loves it so much. Steve and Eddie talk about how hot the vampires are together

• When Nancy and Robin first start dating Robin like never shuts up and just always is flustered and babbles all the time. The first time they kiss Robin I’d on a tangent and Nancy can’t stop thinking about how cute Robin is and how much she wants to kiss her girlfriend. Mid sentence Nancy just leans over and kisses Robin cutting her off

•Robin geeks out to Nancy about movies all the time they watch movies together and Robin lays in her girlfriends lap while she plays with her hair. Robin just talks about the movie and info dumping to Nancy. It’s so peaceful and Nancy loves listening to Robin talk about things she loves

•Steve and Eddie’s room is covered in posters just like Eddie’s room. It’s a mix of movies, bands, and nerdy things. It’s of thing they both like. Metallica next to ABBA, WASP next to Billy Idol. Back to the future next to Halloween. Breakfast club next to Lost boys. There’s corroded coffin posters. Will made some D&D pictures that are hanging on the wall. There’s pictures of the party on the wall. It’s a personal eclectic space and they love it.

•Eddie loves reading and Steve loves listening to Eddie read. They make a habit of reading before bed Steve in Eddie’s lap while his voice reads. Eddie reads with the same theatrics as D&D. They read The Hobbit, Stephen King, Orwell, And Vanuget. Steve loves hearing Eddie do different voices and the suspense he builds

•The whole hang goes to Eddies shoes and gets super into them. Mike and Dustin even join the mosh pit with Steve looking out for them of course. Steve teaches them proper mosh etiquette.

•Steve ends up getting really into rock music because of Eddie. He gets a bunch of band shirts and makes a jacket of his own. Steve wears a lot of muscle tees and he cuts the sides really low. A flannel wrapped around his waist Eddie loses his mind over this.

•Robin and Nancy go on picnic dates and sometimes they bring max for bonding

•When max got out of her coma she was really struggling with her disability and Robin and Nancy helped her and Max stayed with them for a bit. Lucas and El were over at their place every day to visit.

• Nancy and Robin also get a trailer and there’s is right next to Steve and Eddie’s

• the four of them have a separate walkie channel that they use in addition to the one the whole party uses. They always have chaotic conversations talking about movies. It's a lot of robin and Eddie yelling at each other or steve and nancy talking about their dipshit partners.

[flufff-n-stuff]

Could I get headcanons for Shuichi, Chiaki, and Nagito (all separate) with a trans masc S/O? For the S/O if pronouns are used could you use they/them? That would be great!

words: 409 transmasc reader [gender-neutral pronouns] genre: fluff TW: none A/N: Thank you for the request! It was really fun to write ^^

🔎👾🍀Shuichi, Chiaki, and Nagito with a Transmasc s/o🍀👾🔍

Shuichi:

Let’s be honest here, he probably already knew but was trying not to reach a conclusion without you telling him-

He’s very supportive of you, though! He tries to do anything he can to make you feel comfortable

He probably got you an entire new wardrobe to replace any feminine clothing you didn’t want to wear anymore (he worked extra hard on solving cases for it!)

Some of the clothes had patches of the flag on them!

Got you a few binders, as well! He tried to get some that he thought you would like design-wise

His usual timidness evaporates once someone misgenders or deadnames you:

“Not sure if you’re uninformed or just can’t tell, but they don’t go by that anymore.”

Overall, he tries to do the best he can to support you <3

Chiaki:

When you come out to her, you might have to explain it to her... she doesn’t really have knowledge on most things

Once you do, though, she’s really proud of you for coming out! From what she can tell it is very hard finally coming out to someone, especially a person who you are close to, so she wants to be there and support you!

Bought you a few pins and stickers with the flag on them

She will steal any and all of your new hoodies and jackets... she probably bought a few for you just so she could wear them later

Got you a Space Invaders binder, I'm sorry but I don’t make the rules-

Her usual tiredness fizzles away once someone misgenders or deadnames you:

“Umm... they don’t go by that, anymore.”

Overall, she is doing her best and is very supportive!

Nagito:

He feels really special that you came out to him! He didn’t think he was important enough for you to-

He does almost everything to make sure you feel comfortable! Uncomfortable clothes? Here’s his hoodie. Is your room too feminine? He just got a designer to replace it all. The list goes on...

He also bought you a flag for your room! He tried putting it up as a surprise but... it kinda ended really badly-

Totally didn’t accidentally fall off of your bed only to cause a domino effect, making your room a complete wreck

Adamantly corrects people using the wrong pronouns or deadnaming you:

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt but they obviously don’t go by that anymore.”

Overall, he does the best he can to be there for you <3

[comfortbucky]

requests? did someone say requests??😌

fluffy headcanon, mafia boss!bucky comes home after being away for a week or so and it’s just a cute ass reunion between the reader & him with lots of kisses & hugs n shit

or(take your pick) :)

one shot, where john walker is really rude to reader(insults her & shit), but she stands up for herself. they(her & john) get into a fight & bucky finds out by surprisingly swinging by her apartment. of course bucky is pissed, but he tends to her wounds. then for some stupid reason, john shows up at readers apartment & bucky loses it. but it ends in bucky admitting his feelings to reader n some fluff 😩

hope you find motivation for at least one of these:😚

hi yes hehe i did say requests🙈

i’m a sucker for tfatws!bucky so- (and john walker is a rat bastard🤣 so lemme go off)

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pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!avenger!reader

warnings: john walker (grr), violence! and descriptions of bloody injuries

A/N: also! i sort of changed the prompt i hope u don’t mind too much🥺 // this oneshot will not be taking place during the canon timeline btw but inspired by the events/themes of tfatws

word count: 1.5 k

my masterlist!

completed requests!

Y/N sighed, as she plopped onto the couch after a long day. She, Bucky, and Sam had spent the whole day researching the Flagsmashers to try and track them down. It took all day, partially because Bucky needed a little extra help with learning how to use his laptop. She chuckled at the memory, grabbing the remote to turn her TV on. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive, knock interrupted her thoughts. She sighed and leaned her head on the back of her couch, taking a moment to debate leaving her very comfortable spot, before getting up to answer the door. Y/N knew that she probably should have peeked through her peephole before answering, but she wanted to return to the comfort of her couch as soon as possible. She opened it to see none other than John Walker, greeting her with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, John? How the hell did you even get my address?”

“All government property has GPS tracking in it," he said, pointing to her laptop on the kitchen table behind her. She turned and frowned as he continued. "Look, you need us, me and Battlestar, to take down Karli.” She looked back at John, laughing at Lemar’s alias.

“No way I’m letting someone who goes by Battlestar help me out.” He glared at her comment. “Or you, a Captain America wannabe.”

John took an aggressive step closer, way too close for Y/N’s comfort, as he replied. “I am Captain America, whether you like it or not.”

"You'll never be Captain America," she snapped back. "You don't have what it takes." He glared at her and put his face right in front of hers.

"How would you know? You're a pathetic excuse for a soldier," he spat and Y/N grimaced at John's spit landing on her cheeks. He looked at her, his eyes examining her body. She hated every second of it, his stare making her feel grimy all over, like she immediately needed a shower. “Who’d you fuck to get into the Avengers anyways? Bet it was Steve.”

John’s comment was immediately followed by Y/N’s fist connecting with his cheek, forcing him to stagger back into the hall. She’d heard concerns about her abilities as an Avenger before, calling her weak, fragile, a bitch, etc. But she knew they almost always came from misogynistic men, and was able to shrug their comments off because she knew that she could easily beat all of them to a pulp, no problem. But thinking that she would sleep her way into becoming an Avenger crossed a line. Especially someone she respected and had admired as much as Steve.

John held his hand to his cheek, where he’d been hit, and looked up to make eye contact with Y/N. He smiled and before stating in a condescending tone, “That was cute.” John kicked her in the stomach, launching her onto the floor of her apartment. As she groaned and started to get up, John chuckled and kicked her down before she got to her knees. He went to kick her again when she rolled away, dodging his kick and standing up quickly, panting as she responded.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

She kicked her leg up to deliver a roundhouse kick to John’s face, spinning around to punch his nose. He stumbled a couple steps back, regaining his balance before swinging a punch towards Y/N. She caught his fist before it hit her and John took the opportunity to use his free hand to grab his shoulder and knee her in the stomach. She gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her. He then threw her into a shelf, shattering several photo frames on the ground. She landed on her stomach, attempting to get up by pushing her self up on her forearms. Y/N felt a warm liquid on her cheek and touched it, pulling it away from her face to see her fingertips covered in blood.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, before standing up to continue fighting.

Several moments ago, Bucky had made the decision to show up at Y/N’s apartment. He pressed some random keys on his computer, and now there was an error message that wouldn’t go away on his screen. Stubbornly, he tried to fix it on his own but ended up making it worse. He sighed in defeat, closing his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before heading over towards her apartment. Bucky was just down the hall when he heard the sound of glass shattering, his leisurely stroll turning into a sprint to Y/N’s door.

Bucky arrived to see you pinned up against a wall with John’s hand around ur throat. Your hands were desperately clawing at John’s, attempting to free yourself from his grasp. Fear and terror consumed him before a wave of fury took over. Immediately, Bucky launched into action, dropping his laptop in the process. He ripped John away from you, tossing him on the ground. Bucky moved to hover over John, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N finally caught her breath and crawled over to Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. He kept his eyes on John’s bloody and bruised face, lowering his fist.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he snarled, releasing John from his grasp.

John rolled over, took a moment to catch his breath. Bucky was standing, fists still clenched by his sides, as he watched John get up and exit Y/N’s apartment without another word.

He closed the door behind him and immediately spun around to see Y/N struggling to get up, attempting to push up from one of her knees. Bucky instantly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. He grabbed one of her hands in his own and placed his other hand on the small of her back, as he guided her to the couch. He examined her and felt a pain in his chest, looking at her black eye, cut cheek, and her bruised neck outlined with John’s handprint. Without saying a word, he stood up and returned with a first-aid kit from her bathroom. He sat back down and immediately started to tend to her wounds. As Bucky started to disinfect the cut on her cheek, he spoke.

“That was stupid of you,” he mumbled, gently dabbing antiseptic ointment on her cut. It was a drastic contrast from his behavior only minutes ago, nearly ready to murder John. He took a bandaid from the kit and delicately placed it on her cheek. Bucky then moved his hand to assess her black eye, his thumb softly grazing a soft patch of skin under her eye. She frowned and lightly pushed his hand away.

“I would’ve been fine on my own, you know.”

“Sit still so I can take a look at your bruise.” He responded gruffly, lifting his hand and attempting to look at her bruised eye again. She shoved his hand away, this time more aggressively, and tried to stand up.

“Just leave me alone,” Y/N said, wincing and clutching her abdomen in pain, causing Bucky to grab her waist and slowly lower her back down onto the couch. Fucking John Walker.

“Y/N.”

She pulled his hands off her and reluctantly sat down to face him.

“You don’t need to defend me, Bucky,” she spoke, Bucky sensing anger in her voice. “I’m not some weak, helpless civilian. I’m a god damn Avenger for christ sake!” As Y/N shouted, her voice wavered and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and Bucky sat with his hands resting on his lap. Although she was speaking to Bucky, she felt like she was more-so trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“I know,” he said calmly, but with a stern tone, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Okay, so leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not!”

“Because I fuckin’ care about you!” Bucky shouted, causing Y/N’s face to immediately soften.

Her arms dropped to rest in her lap and she froze as Bucky softly raised his hand to cup her cheek, captivated by his touch. He cautiously moved, worried she would push his hand away again, but she didn’t. His thumb gently caressed her non-cut cheek and he pulled her face close to his. She felt his breaths fan her face as he spoke.

“I know you’re one of the strongest Avengers,” he started. “And I know you could kick John’s ass any day of the week. But I care so much about you and I need you to be okay.” Bucky’s lips hovered over Y/N’s, lightly brushing against hers.

“I need you, Y/N.”

She responded by crashing her lips onto his, moving her hands to hold his face closer to hers. The kiss was full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/N smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I care about you too, Buck.”

Bucky had never seen such a bright light in his 106 years of living.

[the-strength-of-the-wolffe]

Wolffe’s Story

Intro  Pt1  Pt2  Pt3

Part 4: Wounds

I’m starting with an explanation because I know what you’re thinking: “That’s not how he loses his eye!”

As I mentioned in the intro post, I didn’t know official supplementary content existed when conceptualizing Wolffe’s story, so I filled in the gaps with my own ideas, trying to make them plausible while aligning with the show’s canon. So, to answer the mystery of the scar: since it appeared to be the work of a (rigid) blade, I put the blame on a commando droid, the only villain I knew of that used such a weapon.

Of course, I know now that Ventress is credited for the deed in a comic. I’m not a fan of that idea. First, I think it’s a bit lame that she supposedly gave the exact same injury (in the same eye!) to two different characters. Second, there’s no recognition or acknowledgement when she and Wolffe clash onscreen in “To Catch a Jedi”—even if she doesn’t remember or care, he should hate her guts (like Anakin so openly does). For these two reasons, I rejected the official version in favor of my own.

With that out of the way, this is what happened…

The 104th receives orders to expel a droid contingent occupying a city. General Plo takes Captains Dire and Midnight to confront the enemy in the streets while Wolffe and Captain Torc recapture strategic facilities and rescue civilians.

I won’t pretend to be an expert on warfare, hence the scant details!

The 104th are generalists right now; they haven’t narrowed down which missions suit them (and which ones don’t).

Captain Roan doesn’t participate because he’s still in recovery.

While clearing a bunker, Wolffe and some of his platoon run into a squad of commando droids. The sudden assault in the confined space by these dangerous adversaries stalls the platoon’s momentum as several troopers are cut down before the rest can regroup. Without hesitation, Wolffe engages the droids to cover his men.

He starts out strong, but in seconds the cracks in his experience begin to show; he’s never been in such a desperate melee before. (The troopers nearest him charge in to help while their lieutenant calls for backup). As he dispatches a droid he pinned on the ground, he fleetingly loses track of the next-closest one. It strikes with devastating force.

His reflexes spare him from fatal brain damage, but the cut is deep enough. There’s no getting back up—he’s blinded by blood and pain.

The news tears through the ranks, and Lieutenant Pocket barely stays in control until reinforcements converge. They finish off the remaining droids and carry Wolffe to safety. As soon as a window opens, Torc has him rushed aboard one of the waiting cruisers.

The medics do their best to patch him up, but even when he’s transported to a medical station later, the Kaminoans can’t repair all the damage. They give him a damning report: with one eye lost, he’s no longer qualified for combat.

I know squat about the medical world of Star Wars, but I headcanon that functional prosthetic eyes are costly/complicated to manufacture—off the table for clones. Instead, he receives the equivalent of a glass eye.

In his short life, Wolffe has already weathered more than one life-shattering event. Each time, his perseverance and inbred adaptability enabled him to rebound quickly. This time, he flags. Losing his binocular vision has knocked him for six—he feels discombobulated, vulnerable, frustrated, sometimes verging on panicked. This is a poor state for a soldier.

Compounding his misery are the other repercussions. So much was poured into his preparation for field work, and when it came down to the line, when he was truly tested, he failed. He might retain his title (if he’s not replaced), and he’ll stay active behind-the-scenes, but where it counts to his men—on the battlefield, beside them—he won’t be there anymore.

When General Plo arrives at the ward a few days later (looking fatigued, having set out the moment the battle wrapped up), Wolffe can’t bear to maintain eye contact. The stark gash down his face not only condemns him personally but reflects badly on the General too, who selected him for commander despite across-the-board opposition.

Plo has already endured some solemn “I told you so” attitudes, including from Admiral Coburn, a realist like Torc who had reservations about Wolffe from the get-go. The station personnel are more forthright, implying that Plo’s illogical decision put Wolffe in needless danger.

The General is subdued, and the hint of sadness that surfaces while he’s visually examining the injury crushes Wolffe’s spirit worse than any judgment. Of the incident, however, the General doesn’t say much except to affirm that Wolffe did the best he could, that he saved lives, and to not lose heart.

Wolffe can’t stomach the encouragement. He’s equally put off by the crowd that greets him on the flight deck: troopers saluting, Dire clasping his face to admire the new scar, Sinker and Boost shouldering forward to stand close to him.

His men view him in a much more positive light than he views himself right now. Thanks to the testimonies of Pocket’s platoon, the whole battalion considers him a courageous leader who got unlucky.

As he takes in the scene, he detects uncertainty in their stances, unspoken questions about the future. Who will lead us now? His head clears. No matter how unhopeful his prospects, he can’t let them down. With tremendous effort, he puts on a front of assurance. He’s still their commander, he tells them. There’s no time for slacking.

The change in morale is instant and tangible: agreeing heartily, the crowd disperses.

Wolffe has finally mastered an aspect of leadership that didn’t come naturally to him: prioritizing a group’s mental and emotional wellbeing.

Over the next few weeks, Wolffe does whatever he can to support his men, even though it’s increasingly obvious that things won’t be the same. He has to stay behind during every deployment, and when the fleet takes part in battles, he’s most useful on the bridge performing his old naval duties, almost like he never left.

This is when “Holocron Heist” occurs.

For his men’s sakes, he postures himself as unflappable, but inwardly he’s bowing under the inescapable reality of his condition.

Then General Plo, in typical fashion, quietly shakes things up.

The two of them haven’t spoken much lately, so when he calls Wolffe aside, Wolffe braces himself for a bombshell; perhaps he’s being replaced after all. He’s wrong—the General has obtained permission for him to receive a high-tech ocular implant. This prosthetic eye will not only restore his vision but also enhance it, giving him the edge he needs to return to the field.

As a Jedi, Plo didn’t rue his past decisions, but he carefully weighed his next ones regarding Wolffe. Common sense, his duty of care, and peer pressure urged him to leave Wolffe on the sidelines. But he knew Wolffe would hate that, as both a warrior and a leader. Furthermore, the response on the flight deck demonstrated that the 104th needs Wolffe present to succeed. Ultimately, Plo trusted the Force’s guidance.  

I don’t know the ins-and-outs of the GAR, Senate, Jedi Council, etc. Suffice it to say, there were hurdles and sacrifices involved to secure this procedure (through strictly legal channels, mind you), and Plo’s persistence raised some eyebrows in these circles.

In a repeat of a few months ago, Wolffe is left dumbstruck. Second chances are a rarity in his world, usually a result of a lucky break, a freak coincidence. They’re seldom bestowed deliberately—yet twice he’s been offered one, by the same person no less. He manages to express his thanks without getting emotional, but his estimation of the General has transformed.

I headcanon that Wolffe’s love language is giving/receiving gifts. Like Boost’s epiphany in the escape pod, this is the day his affections are well and truly won.

The ramifications don’t crystallize until, at the appropriate time, they make the journey to one of Coruscant’s prestigious medical clinics. Aside from some security personnel by the entrance, Wolffe is the only clone there. He reckons he’s the first one to be a patient, going by the stares and whispers. It’s a wild experience, but then he undergoes the surgery. General Plo wasn’t exaggerating; the new eye has dizzying capabilities that Wolffe’s brain can’t even compute at first. He’s nauseated and unsteady for some time, but that doesn’t touch the exhilaration of seeing again.

More sharply than ever, he recognizes he’s one of the fortunate ones. As fate would have it, he fell in with a Jedi-led battalion whose Jedi seems to think he’s worth quite a bit. Not just him, but Roan, too, and Jag the pilot, and several others who were helped out of bleak situations. How many battalions can say the same? How many clones could’ve continued their careers, or survived their injuries, had they been under the care of someone kind? He doesn’t ruminate on it much now, so warm is his heart, but the sense of disparity roots in his subconscious.

Wrongs done to his brothers have been accumulating in his memory since childhood, feeding the beginnings of darker emotions that will emerge down the road.

To requalify for combat, Wolffe must hone his body and vision into perfect sync, which means another grueling round of accelerated training. With his battalion fully caught up in the war, he doesn’t have the luxury of spending weeks on Kamino like before. He doesn’t sweat it, though—this time, everyone in the 104th is aware of his situation, and there’s no shortage of volunteers to convert spaces into mock battlegrounds or to take turns acting like droid attackers. Roan, in training himself, pitches in regularly, and General Plo logs plenty of hours, too. Soon, Wolffe is given the green light.

There’s one minor, yet glaring, issue that remains unresolved, but that’s a problem for another day.

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Hi lovely! I just want to say, your writing is amazing!! Do you think you could do little headcanons for each bayverse brother where the reader is almost ALWAYS super happy and chipper, super kind to everyone all the time, but then one time somebody (turtles or readers family, doesn't matter) says something to really piss them off? Like... Teeth clenching, furious, silent, and boiling kind of anger that terrified the SHIT out of them that they've never seen before or expected from them?? 😂

Usually, when my Dad and Stepmom are arguing, the fight is blamed on me because I'm "the oldest" and "the most responsible" and I become extremely upset, completely opposite of what I usually am, and there's nobody I can talk to. Thank you so much, for taking my request!! Love your writing!! -Captain trash 🐌

Ohhhh 💢😡 love this, and I do this all the time. Out here bottling my emotions like I'm canning pickles.

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to the quiet type of rage

Leonardo

you were an absolute angel

this was one thing Leo knew to be true

to him, you were like a carbonated beverage, bubbly and sweet

but what he didn't take into account was that like most carbonated drinks, you always hit just right

he learned that the hard way

no, he wasn't sure what he'd actually said to set you off, but he knew it probably wasn't about him insulting potato chips

you weren't that passionate about potatoes, shockingly enough

but he'd ran his mouth when he shouldn't have and immediate correction was provided via a VERY solid punch to his plastron

then you were up and storming out of the kitchen to your personally designated shelf at the other side of the lair, snarling as you went

you stayed up there for the rest of the day and when dinner came around Leo had to tackle Mikey to the ground to stop him from throwing a paper airplane up into your nest

a wise choice

Splinter was the one who informed you that it was time to eat

Another wise choice

Personally, Leo's never seen anyone eat fettuccine with the afterthought of murdering god but damn if you didn't look like you were considering it

Your jaw was clenched so tight that he feared you'd break your teeth

He felt bad of course, how couldn't he? But he also knew from experience that it was best to leave you be until you came down from your anger

Raphael

Now, Raph is no stranger when it comes to anger or rage, especially the silent type

He likes to think he knows it better than anyone

But holy shit- he never expected it from you

You were always kind and sweet and every other synonym for those words under the rainbow

In fact, Raph had gone so far as to assume that you didn't have a mean bone in your body

That turned out to be lie

The argument was something dumb, it had to be, but it quickly escalated. Much faster than he thought it could

And he made the mistake of running his mouth

"Oh yeah? And what could you ever get outta being with a freak like me, huh?!"

Big mistake

He actively watched your face darken and your lip curl into a snarl

"You need to stop using your appearance to win arguments."

And then he had to watch as you turned your back on him and simply walked away

You were silent at dinner, only speaking when you needed the salt or something else

You declined all offers to be walked home and left by yourself

They could all tell by your stature and your tense jaw that caused the veins in your neck to bulge that you were beyond pissed

Despite that Raph still received your text informing him that you made it home safe

But that was all

Two days went by before he showed up at your apartment to apologize

You'd never been one to hold a grudge against anyone

Especially not your boyfriend

You accepted his apology and he hasn't crossed that line since

Donatello

From the day he met you, Donnie knew you were different

Your social anxiety and self esteem overlapped in some of the worst possible ways

But damn if you weren't an absolute sweetheart around everyone else

You defended your friends better than Fort Knox security and that was a fact

So in truth he really shouldn't have been surprised by your outburst

But in his defense he'd only ever seen you react verbally, yelling, threatening, the works

When they were all returning from a scouting routine that night the last thing Donnie wanted to listen to was Leo's lecture

Donnie had gotten in a little too far and banged himself up, bleeding from a few cuts and scrapes but nothing major

And none of them had realized that you were there

So when Leo went in for an attack on Donnie's intelligence and worth you'd done the only reasonable thing you could think of

The glass bottle shattered on the wall next to Leo's head and sent them all ducking and covering their faces

You stood opposite of them, murder dancing in your eyes like a ballerina

You pinned Leo with your gaze and held him there for a painfully long minute

Then you were taking Donnie's hand and pulling him to the needle room

You were both silent while you patched him up and he was relieved to know that your anger wasn't directed at him

Your entire body practically melted when he touched your cheek

"You're going to break your teeth if you keep that up."

"Well I've never been one for self preservation now have I?"

Michaelangelo

You and Mikey's personality and mentality were basically identical

You might as well have operated on the same vibrational frequency

He just worked so well with you

If it wasn't for the fact that he clearly wasn't human you could've been twins

It wasn't that you were necessarily angry with him at that moment, but the argument you were having was quickly escalating so you both opted to shut it down before it got any worse

Things usually turned out better when you both went nonverbal

Ended with way less hurt feelings than it could have

But you both found it best to take some time alone during these situations, things were easier to smooth over if you were both calm

The others found this terrifying however

Because silent, angry you was one thing

Silent and angry Mikey was another thing entirely

But fortunately you both typically resolved things rather quickly after giving each other some space

I know the last one is a little off but I kinda ran out of ideas and brain power. The dreaded wall of writer's block has hit me and I think I just made a nest under it and took a nap. But in all honesty this week has really stressed me out so I apologize for the lack of postings. I'm doing my best to get back into it. Thank you all for being patient with me. 🧡

-Mars 🌠

[fruitcoops]

if you want can you please do hc about coops with a trans son? (is totally okay if you don't!)

Sure! This might be kinda short bc I think they are really similar to the other Coops kid headcanons I’ve written (just swap the pronouns from the others) so here we go! Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

- Their son comes out to them in his mid to late teen years, but has probably known something was up since he was,,,,,maybe 12? 13?

- Coops have always been loud, vocal supporters of trans rights and that only increases after he tells them

- Family Pride is even more colorful!

- They have a rainbow pride flag with the trans and black/ brown stripes for their doorbell and mailbox, and have both flags bracketing the stairs to the front door

- Trans pride patches on their jerseys on important days of remembrance or visibility

- If anyone (and I mean anyone) tries to misgender their kid or use his deadname, they shut it down immediately. “Sorry, we don’t know anyone by that name” “I think you might have us confused with James. He’s the one with a daughter” and refuse to answer any more questions until the person corrects it

- If their son does choose to play pro hockey, they support him in any way they can, i.e. fighting for equality among teams and breaking down discrimination

- Celeste makes him a blue, pink, and white cake when he comes out

- Dumo is totally the grandpa that goes all in like “hey let’s do some manly stuff” and their son is like “grandpa we already did all this stuff before I came out” but Dumo insists that they’re having a “boys’ day”

- Of course they worry about their son bc they don’t want him to face discrimination but they also trust him to know himself best and support however they can

- Remus calls him “champ” and “son” like a true midwestern dad bc it makes them both laugh

- (Sirius thinks it’s ridiculous, but he can’t stop smiling whenever he hears them cracking up in the kitchen)

- Anything they can do to make him feel better about his identity and his true self is on the table

- Jules is even more of a protective uncle, especially since I hc him as nonbinary when he’s older and more self-aware. I’m talking jean jackets covered in pride patches/ pins and the ultimate “mess with my nephew and I’ll fight you” energy

- They get along far too well for anyone’s liking, but it’s also super cute

- Basically, their love for their son never falters. Ever.

[gayfrenchtoast]

Okay fine we're doing this. I havent read the books and I'm probably not going to I've only seen the movies so I'm sorry if anything I say is contradictory or has already been stated.

So! Descendants 3 was kinda shit and I dont like it but especially because of the ending because everybody was like "oh yeah island is open and we're all happy with no worries or implications about free villains or people being spiteful about being imprisoned for years!" In fact if anything they joked about those things.

The island is basically its own culture, I can't say how long it's been around, long enough for some almost adult kids to be about and to develop a kind of community.

The Isle is a place of poverty, people are dirty and on the street, eveyone steals from each other and most people don't put much effort into appearance upkeep (personal or of the sourounding area) not because of laziness or being "evil" but because they clearly don't have time or luxury to do such things or possibly even the clean water. Does the Isle have clean water?? How to they get electricity??? Someone tell me!

Another thing that I've noticed is easy to see but is not much explicitly said is the unique style of those on the Isle. As previously stated they don't have much but those who have the most "power" and such on the Isle are the best example of this As they have the most colourful outfits. However these outfits are often made out of patches and ripped things put together, even salvaged things like nets and chains as we can see on thing like Uma and Harry's outfits in D3 they make the best of what they've got and they do fantastic because their outfits are intricate and detailed and just tell you everything you need to know about them. Which is why it's a damn s h a m e when the original VK's ajust their style to be more like Auradon's. That's not an improvement! Be proud of where you came from!! It's like they forgot what it was like being on the Isle in D3!

Moving on, here's something that was touched on in D2 but not enough. Equality. On the Isle there is basically equal opportunity as in saying everything is shit and nome cares what gender and presumably what sexuality you are as long as you can work. Sexism is shown to be almost casual in aurodon from the looks of it, Chad makes sexist comments and litterally none else says anything or seems to see anything wrong with it except Jay who caves to pressure from peers and expectations. He does redeem himself because he's from the isle and he knows you shouldn't give a shit about anyone's gender or anything. If they can do something and ask to be included you give them that opportunity. The sexism is also implied in the way that the rule book has men written specifically in the first place and that it has taken until then for anyone but boys to be allowed on any kind of sports team. We never see it! It seems to be the hetronormative veiw where the boys do sport and girls do cheerleeding and other genders? What other genders? Never heard of that? BAD AURADON!! I bet there's so many trans folk on the island just living their lives, thinking Aurodon is the better place and not knowing that it's a cis het filled nightmare.

Okay no I'm headcannoning now, if their are now a bunch of Isle kids at auradon prep they find it fucking aweful the way all these preppy royals are treating them and make the first LGBT club in Auradon. There is lots of pushback and they get bullied a fuck ton for making themselves the most prominent queer folk in the school until a fight breaks out and the club demand that they should be treated better, taking all the evidence to fairy godmother who is very hesitant because COME ON she's never been that great she is biased to Auradon kids and if putting away those in the Isle is brought up she is all on it, she is jelly spined about doing anything against the royal kids. So the kids are like "Fine, if you won't help us we'll take this to the King himself!" Well mainly the queer mom's of the group (you know the ones I'm talking about) who lead the others and protect the anxious queers as they storm to Ben at his fucking locker and demand an audience because they are being harassed and bullied and none is doing anything. Ben had no idea there was even a LGBT club (too busy ig) and is gassed there is one for a moment before he's like "wait people are harassing you?" So Bisexual King Ben gets his lovely Bi wife and they start coming to club meetings and investing in the pins and stuff the club makes. Most club members are pleased but the queer mom's are apprehensive that this will help until some assholes come to the club to do their usual bullying only to find King and Queen Beast themselves siting there with rainbow bracelets and bi pins and all trying to have a nice old time eating their fucking cupcakes what the fuck are yall doing? The bullying dies down quick once they realise it ain't gonna fly, the other OG VK's that hear about this become members and very protective over their queer children. Did I mention Dizzy and Ceila are a part of the club? They're girlfriend's. Celia is one of the queer moms. Harry becomes one of the biggest protectors over the group as the pan dad. He's been going around snogging everyone and anyone wholl snog him everyone already knew he was queer they just didn't have the balls to try and bully him over it as much as they bullied the lil club members. But now Harry can often be seen in jackets and shit with pan and general queer patches and pins and running around with his gay children yelling "MOVE WE'RE GAY!!" He totally calls them his queer crew. Anyway as a result lots of queer royals start coming out of the woodwork, obvs Lonnie is one of them, and the club eventually serves to bring members of Auradon and the Isle close together.

Where was I? Yada yada auradon expects girls to be pretty princesses and boys to be brave knights or dashing princes. It's shit and should stop being portrayed as good. Moving on!

Food! One of the things we'll established in all movies is that the food of the Isle is shit compared to food of Auradon. The Isle has no fresh fruit which likely means its almost impossible for things to grow there which is fair because again there doesn't seem to be much fresh water and there are always clouds overhead so no sun. Maybe there is some people trying really hard to grow stuff but the general attitude of the Isle seems to be "there is no time for that" and fruits are forgotten so much that the VK's litterally don't knownwhat they are when they come across them. That and anything containing sugar. Actually it's mention by Dizzy and Celia that they enjoy the fact that the cake dosent have dirt or flies so basically food there is terrible. We don't see much food on the Isle but what we do see seems to be beans, eggs, chips and shellfish. Basically protine and carbs that can be easily stored and produced. To be fair beans are kidna good for you but they're likely a sign that if they get any imports from the mainland it is canned stuff. Prison food. There's probably some chef villain that is trying their best to make good food out of the shit but honestly the Isle dwellers should be angry that they've been deprived of good food for so long not happy they're finally been given decency.

Moving on, music! Auradon dosent have nearly as many musical numbers it seems, the Isle songs have a distinct style, to them, the villains that basically "founded" the place were masters of the dramatic songs (with backup or solo) so banging music is basically ingrained in the music's culture, even for battle as we see with the fight between Mal and Uma in D3. Meanwhile Auradon seems to have mainly romance and "I want" songs. Even Audrey's villain song is basically an I want song.

Okay let's talk about the Villains. We've established that the VK's are not inherently bad. However not all of them can be totally good and there are legit OG Villains just kinda chillin on the Isle. They've obviously lost quite a bit of their power, motivation and sanity (isolation will do that to ya as they lost everything and the VKs know no different) but deadass? They were bad guys. You can try to rehabilitate them sure but you've basically just let them free roam, they could make a runner and you wouldn't get the chance. They were also shitty patents which is brushed over/joked about in the interaction between Carlos and...man I feel bad I forgot her name deadass their relationship seemed to come out of nowhere in the second film she didn't seem interested in them at all and friendzoned them multiple times I'm pretty sure Disney did that becaue queer kids were relating to Carlos and headcanoning them as queer (which they deffinatly are) but deadass their mom is an attempted animal murderer and has hurt her child as we can see from how they're afraid of her and her rhetoric and yet it's "haha I'm afraid to meet your ma!" "Me too cus im a dog! Lol!" Fuuuuck offfffff

I think I'm running out of thoughts so here's a last one for now; with the magical barrier down a bunch of magical Villains kids should be coming out for the woodwork. We know Mal has magic basically stored in her so it's is possible, she technically doesn't need the spellbook to do magic it is just inherent to her. So with the diverse range of people from the isle there are deffinatly magic folk in there. Actually if we're following Disney movie law I saw something mentioning Jay being half Genie and yeah! He should be half Genie! Jafar got turned into a Genie he's probably only human because of the barrier! Oh also Ben should be able to go beast on command as long as he had a better beast form than he did in the movies. And give him back the beard and fangs like fuck you he looked so much better

Okay I'm done for now

[catharrington]

Catboy headcanon: When Billy is horny, he rubs at the base of Steve’s tail because he knows it’s a sure fire way to get Steve riled up, too.

Sometimes, when Steve comes home late at night from his job at the public library, he’s not in the mood. Doesn’t want to get in the mood. He just wants to lay out in a patch of artificial sunlight and laze around. Dreading the fact that he needs to get up to take a shower and even change into pajamas.

Maybe, he thinks, he’ll put on Billy’s baggy winter pajamas that he completely swims in. No better way to get warm from the cold of February outside. And no better way to hide his cold toes from the drafty windows of their apartment.

“You home, pretty cat?” Billy calls to him from the kitchen. Before he walks into the doorway, a glass of whiskey hanging loose in his fingers, wearing nothing but black cotton briefs and a grin. One hip cocked dangerously to the side, as if he knew he was something to look at.

Steve lifts his head so his chin is balanced on the couch. His ears flicking side to side as he registers the heat coming off Billy. The clinking of the ice cubes in his glass as he walks forward.

Billy walks towards him and it sends Steve up on his knees. Not in a way he wanted to, he doesn’t want to put forth the effort of getting up, let alone getting off— yet, he can’t help it. Billy smells of cheep liquor and sweat. Of the meat he cooked for dinner earlier. He makes Steve’s mouth water.

His tail hits against the back of the couch loudly, hit, hit, as Billy stalks towards him. A smile on his face that’s matched by Steve’s own.

“I’m tired,” Steve warns. Trying to laze forward on his elbows, even when his butt persistently sways in the air. “Work was hell. Don’t really need you asking me to do more work—,”

“Me?” Billy feigns ignorance. His drink clinking again as he gets close enough to set it on the coffee table. As he gets close enough for Steve to feel how hot his body runs. As he gets close enough to show off how tented his cock is inside his shorts.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything,” Billy scoffs at even the idea. He lumbers between the couch and the coffee table. Sitting down on the floor with a heavy thud of his heavy body. He casually leans back against the table, easily, like he does this every day, and uses one hand to push back his wild hair.

“Just,” he says with half lidded eyes and a wet swipe of his tongue. “Just tell me how your day was. And I’ll massage you until you feel better? Okay, babe?”

And Steve can’t help it. Even with the plethora of pet names he still gets liquified inside at a new one. He lets a purr roll out from the back of his throat long and deep. Let’s his body roll over to the side so he can face Billy directly.

Inside their apartment is quiet, the street has the noises of cars driving by and the chatter of people. It’s late, not too late however. The steeet lights are still on. Casting Billy’s pretty skin, his messy hair and his grown out beard, in a honey yellow glow. Just like the liquor glass sweating out onto the table. He looked good enough to drink.

“Just,” Steve mocked his tone of voice, “just a massage? And then bed?” He lifted one bushy eyebrow. His ears pointing to attention on top of his head.

Billy nodded along, eager like a puppy. His fingers twitching on the edge of the sofa.

Steve sighed out, playing up how exasperated he was, as he rolled over onto his stomach. Pointing his toes until they went over the side of the arm rest. And folding his arms so they held up his head like a proper massage pillow.

“All right,” he whispered out.

And like a gust of hot summer air from a left open window Billy’s hands covered the small of his back. Those thick fingers and wide, circular palms caressing the bottom hem of his sweater with relentless gentleness. Even with the whiskey on his breath, Billy moved his hands in tight controlled circles that absolutely pushed the air up and out of Steve’s chest.

He couldn’t help it, not one bit, as his tail moved to curl around Billy’s shoulders. As it seeked out that warmth with the possessive nature Steve always tried so hard to keep in check. The fur jerked against his dirty skin, catching long strands in the clumps of his sweat. He must not have showered after coming home from shift of working outside. It meant he really needed a shower now, it was fantastic.

“Tell me about your day at work, pretty cat,” Billy whispered. It sounded like his mouth was right next to the fur of his ear, but Steve was floating on a cloud. And with the way his own throat was making the deep vibration of a content purr, Billy sounded miles away.

“Aahh,” Steve moaned out, trying to remember how words tasted on his tongue. When all he could think about was the taste of whiskey.

“We got a ton of deliveries, some new hard-back biographies today,” he managed to get out on shaky breaths. “I-I had to unload and check them all in. Stamp... them all in.” He dragged out the last sentence with a roll of his hips. To match the roll of Billy’s fingers.

They pushed up the hem of his sweater until those devilish fingers were touching skin. Erasing the February chill from his walk home, but leaving goosebumps as they went.

“The old bats at the counter left the whole shipment for me! I think—,” he cut off with a groan, “I think they like watching me struggle with carrying the boxes.”

Billy laughed low at that. So low, so deep inside his naked chest, that Steve felt it vibrate up his spine. “I don’t blame them. That sounds adorable.” He whispers, much too close again.

“Perv-pervert,” Steve grumbles out. Tilting his head forward into his folded arms.

His next words catch and stay in his throat as Billy’s fingers dip from their rhythm on his lower back, they dip to touch the base of his tail where it juts out from the hole in his jeans.

It’s a wider hole, wider than most, and most of the time Steve has to alter or cut his hole to fit his larger tail. Billy doesn’t even pinch any of the fluffy fur as he pushes in two fingertips.

“Woah!” Steve gasps out. His arms unfolding as he bolts upright, while his tail flicks to the side to hit the couch with a loud whack.

And all Billy does is give another low chuckle. One hand, the hand not lost in his mess of tail hair, rubs a gentle circle on his back. “That’s no good?” He asks, “I’ll stop if you say so?”

But Steve’s purrs were filling up the whole damn apartment. His cheeks were flushed a cherry red color, growing over his cheek bones and connecting at the tip of his pointy nose. He could feel his face was on fire. Could feel a bit of shame as he gave over to just how good Billy’s fingers were.

He let himself fall back to the couch with a huff. Nuzzling his blushing face back into his folded arms, and hiding his blush in the sleeves of his sweater.

“Feels good,” he mutters out.

Billy leaned forward, a lopsided smirk, “what was that, I didn’t catch it?”

Steve turned where he knew Billy’s face would be, bent over to try and see his shame. He kept his eyes closed as he hissed, “heard me!”

Billy groaned out himself. His body rolling as he leaned forward. Leaned more into Steve’s lax and warm frame. His fingers disappearing to the knuckle as he felt out the most sensitive part of him. Right where the bone of his tail was thickest. Right where the fur came up into his back— every bit as ticklish as pleasurable.

“Come on, kitty,” Billy sighed. He leaned forward so his face pressed into the hair between Steve’s ears. Rolled the tip of his stocky nose in the mess of it, inhaled the scent of Steve in a way that made his stomach flip. Butterflies fly around. Pink stars flutter at the side of his vision.

“I want you to feel good, want you to want it,” Billy kept talking. His voice hot on the back of Steve’s neck. “You deserve to get off after that fuckin’ day.”

Steve reached down between them, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. Billy’s laugh kept going in his hair as he shifted so his jeans went below the swell of his ass. His tail slipping through the hole of his jeans much more easily than Steve was struggling.

“There’s my feisty cat,” Billy didn’t waste any time in getting his hands back in Steve’s tail fur. Burying them into the long chocolate and black fur until his palms where flat on Steve’s skin. Then he pulled then back. Using his short fingernails to scratch at a maddeningly slow pace.

“You must have looked so damn cute. Workin’ up a sweat in front of everyone. How cute, how tempting...,” his breath hot onto the back of Steve’s neck as he speaks. Making his leather collar moist. “Good thing you wear this collar so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Steve’s hands groped uselessly at the couch under him. His hips bucking backwards to get more of those hands on him.

“Such a good kitty, huh, such a good boy for me.” Billy’s mouth turned. His lips pressuring dangerously into the base of Steve’s ear. It flicked violently back and forth, knocking into Billy’s nose and lips, but he didn’t move back. “Right here, huh? Does this feel good? Right at the base of your pretty little tail?”

Steve whimpered, nodding in agreement.

Billy’s fingers were moving faster and faster, some staying at the very base to tease and dig into all the most sensitive nerves of his skin. His other hand was petting through the rest of his fur. His tail, ever the traitor, was curled in a tight vice around Billy’s arm making it all too easy for him.

“Want me to keep petting you, keep touching you, think you can get off just from this?”

Steve’s hips bucked up off the couch. His knees knocking together as he tried to lift them so his skin was touching as much and as hard against Billy’s as he could.

But Billy was using his weight to keep Steve down on the couch. Was using both his arms and his chest to pin Steve so he was laying just as he choose to lay for the massage. And that, well that was almost as hot as the dirty talk.

“Billy, Billy,” Steve chanted his name in rolling waves of his purring. His mouth hanging open so his tongue lulls out the side. A pool of drool gathering just below his chin. It matches the way his cock trapped below the softness of his belly and the rough texture of the couch is dripping it’s own pool of pre-cum.

He’s torn between rutting down to get the friction and make himself cum, or bucking up more to get Billy’s fingers scratching into his skin deeper and deeper. So he does both in studdering jerky movements that make his whole body ache.

“Shhh,” Billy’s mouth has gotten closer. His lips right at the base of his ear. It makes the sensitive pink skin inside twitch and jerk away. Flick in annoyance at the hot air.

But then Billy’s closing his lips around Steve’s ear. Closing his teeth around it just enough to feel them. And rolling his tongue against the fur in time with how his fingers flex deeply into his tail.

He can barely hear the way Billy whispers, “cum for me, kitten,” as he cums. His neck stretching out in a choked off moan. Toes curling. Tail flicking at the end into Billy’s bicep muscle. His eyes widening before fluttering closed.

He’s giving small little ruts down into the couch until his cock stops milking ribbons on it.

Tomorrow, there will be a mess to clean up. That, and the whiskey Billy left sit on the table.

But now, Steve’s only thinking of going to sleep.

He’s lost in a steady rhythm of post-orgasm purring as he feels his soft body shift before lifting. Billy groaning only slightly as he hefts Steve up to a bridal carry.

He takes Steve into the bedroom. Their shared bedroom. Laying him down across the sheets like something precious, like something he doesn’t want to break. Or misshandle. Like he ever could when every way he’s ever touched Steve has been with a gentle hand and love in his eyes.

First he feels his hair being pushed off his sweaty forehead. Then he feels his jeans being taken the rest of the way off and a cloth cleaning off his skin. A fresh new pair of sleeping pants that match Billy’s own slipping over his long, pale legs.

Billy shuts the lights off. Shuts the door. The noise of the city outside still makes it bright, can’t get away from that.

But Billy comes into bed and curls up behind Steve. Wrapping one arm around his waist, those work rough fingers possessive against the slight pudge Steve’s stomach has. Pushes his knees behind Steve’s so he’s flush with as much of him as he could possibly be.

“This okay, Stevie?” he whispers.

And Steve’s heart flutters. His stomach grows warm. He’s got those butterflies again. He opens his mouth but not a lot comes out. His words constantly cluttering, failing him.

He takes Billy’s hand from the pillow above his head and brings it down to his lips. Presses those scarred and big and scary hands to his lips. Says much more than he knows he can with his limited, stuttery words.

Behind him, Billy chuckles. Pulls Steve by his stomach even closer together.

[balillee]

weird headcanons about what i think c!wilbur looks like in more detail, separated by corporeal form :] (still doing this just bc i can't draw)

mr president wibbly foot:

definitely wore a beanie underneath his tricorn. the man values style, but not that much, i guess.

he became a lot paler during the pogtopia days, and he wasn't getting enough sun or time outside at all.

he has a scar across his throat from his first death in the final control room, and it made his voice raspy for about a good month.

practically every item of clothing he owned was oversized apart from his revolutionary uniform.

has a faint scar on the back of his head from his second death following the election.

when he started to go a bit crazy, people started noticing that he was getting covered more and more in black dust. initially people thought it was dirt from living in a ravine with a literal anthropomorphic swine and the living embodiment of too many decibels to count, but it was really all the gunpowder.

nobody knows where his angsty villain arc coat came from, and nobody asks, either.

he's 100% human, like tommy, and it makes the two feel a lot more connected. when they first met (if they end up not being canon brothers), it's like they pointed at each other and went 'hey! you look like me!' and it has been a downward spiral into charismatic chaos since.

he has a few chemical burns on his hands from brewing drugs.

now onto everyone's favourite innocent boy, ghosty man!

he wasn't actually resurrected with the yellow sweatshirt on - he came back wearing the shirt (but not the coat) phil killed him in. tommy made him the sweater and people just kind of started decorating him with pins and patches and things and it makes him feel loved.

he's covered in blue, kind of like those clumsy art school kids in movies who are covered in paint. there is blue literally all over him, on his face, his hands, his trousers, his sweater, and he pretty much leaves a trail behind wherever he goes.

whenever friend gets too wooly, he has to shear them, and one day he decided to take some of friend's wool and make a little wristband out of blue wool roving for himself.

ghostbur can have the floaty ghost bottom-half, like a cartoon, but sometimes he's in the mood to have legs. really kind of depends how far he's walking.

a couple of his fingers are a little melty and scarred from playing in the rain when people didn't want him to.

sometimes ghostbur's nose and mouth bleed, most often when he's in a sombre mood. they bleed out blue blood.

he's got semi-prominent smile lines now from all the grinning.

he has a hole in his shirt from when phil stabbed him twice at the resurrection. tommy did offer to stitch it back up for him, since he made the sweater in the first place, but ghostbur doesn't mind.

some people have tried to take photos with ghostbur, but all that seems to come up on the film is the sweater. a sentient sweater looks cursed on print, so people tend to just not take photos of him since he can't really appear in them anyway.