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#gonna use this moment to talk about a headcannon i have about em#vraska convinces Jace to rip a bong with her and Jace gets SOOO paranoid from it#shes like oh no what have i done#anyways#vraska#jace beleren#vraska mtg#jace mtg#mtg#magic the gathering#my art
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Adventure time Relationship Headcannons: Bad Guys Edition
❥A/n: Gonna stretch the creative muscles for this one.
❥Tags: (Mostly) SFW, Fluff, Headcannons, NS/FW (just one or two per character), Gn!reader
❥Characters: Scorcher, Peace Master, Sir Slicer, Samantha the dog warrior, The Lich, Simon Petrikov, Hunson Abadeer
❥Taglist: @foxpearl1wilder @watchingfromthefloorboards
➼Scorcher:
- literal hottie
- if he advertises himself as a hitman through online ads I'm 90% certain he uses the Ooo equivalent of online dating. I have no proof, but also no doubts.
- Doesn't half ass anything he does, that includes to his job or courting you, willing to dress in nice garbs on the first date.
- He never gets you any chocolate boxes though, they melt when he holds them for too long :(
- Very good at his job as a bounty hunter so he always has clients that keep him busy and away from you sometimes. Fortunately he's quick and efficient, the moment you start missing him he's already at your doorstep. (plus, he can basically fly)
- Really tall, crouches alot if you're smaller than him when you wanna give em a peck on the cheek.
- Scorcher is really quiet, don't expect long conversations with him but he's good at listening.
- When he does talk or write notes it's mostly through frustrating metaphors.
- Get comfy on those pecs like a pillow for movie nights.
- Likes slapstick comedy movies even though he never admits it, you hear him laugh through his nose when someone gets hit in the boingloings.
🔞N/S/F/W:
- Has long limbs, likes any position where he can touch/envelope you as much as possible.
➼Sir Slicer:
- Pros: He's got the good looks and his own ride.
- Can take you to places on his horse.
-Cons: He picks on literal children when he's bored, needs a new hobby.
- His armor is well kept and lustrous so it tells me he's the type of guy who likes to keep himself presentable and make an impression.
- Literally can't move in that armor. You keep telling him to get something more lighter but he insists on wearing it for the ✨aesthetic✨
-The other knight's respect him so he's gotta have some level of skill (or it's probably just the armor) Either way, would sometimes take you to jousting matches.
- Pays a bard to sing to you.
- Takes forever in the shower cause he uses more shampoos/soaps/hair products than you, if you use hair ties or pins expect them to go missing, needing to buy packs every month.
- He always has a band of crows following him around, it's nice to feed them on occasion. He gets jealous when they like you more than him.
- You also like his pink horse. I bet their name is either something cute like butterscotch or really edgy like Night crawler.
🔞N/S/F/W:
- Hates his hair being pulled.
- Humiliation kink probably
➼Peace Master:
- DILF ALERT
- Being a (somewhat irresponsible) single father of three I feel like he barely has time for anything let alone dating, I mean, he took his kids with him during a fight with peppermint butler.
- He's a man of commitment, won't invest time in you unless you're looking for something serious.
- I hope you like kids! There's no scenario where your dates with this man isn't in company of his kids, unless PM finds a reliable babysitter, you'll get used to spending time in fun group activities like board games, theme parks or picnics.
- Even though dark arts are part of his job and every day life, he's uncomfortable about his kids getting into it and that applies to you too.
- When he actually does find a babysitter you can expect a much more romantic date for the two of you, though please be patient with him, he's been so used to father mode that sometimes he forgets to interact with another adult.
- He'd dice up your food for you out of habit, make sure your drink is of room temperature or cut the crust from your sandwiches.
- Whenever something bad happens during (or before) your dates he blames it on dark magic rather than take responsibility.
- Somewhat overly religious vibes like, he wouldn't approve on games like card wars or harmless divination like fortune cookies.
🔞N/S/F/W
- For the sake of saving time and savoring some intimacy, you could indulge him in getting handsy in his van one night. He would later feel guilty about it and wash it in and out before driving it again the next day.
➼Simon Petrikov:
I know he's not a bad guy by the end of the series, but thematically he still fits here.
- It takes a while for him to accept Betty's sacrifice and move on, he wasn't actively hooking up with other but you two happen to met at Marceline's concert and knock it off really well from there.
- Sensitive man who's open about his feelings.
- Would read you poetry before bed
- Most dates would consist of something tranquil between the two of you instead of going somewhere too crowded, if you two do head out somewhere you're usually home by 10pm cause the adult life is tiring.
- When he has trouble sleeping you turn on the ac at full blast cause it helps him cope with his ice king era.
- You throw flowers at him during his presentations at the local tavern. #1 fan
- Often invite Marcy and PB for dinner.
🔞N/S/F/W:
- Probably cries after segs, feels overwhelmed at being loved after everything that's happened.
➼Samantha:
- Gotta love a woman who can kick your ass.
- She definitely believes in horoscopes and soul mates, would ask for the time you were born on, your star sign and other things to weight the chances of you two being compatible.
- Huge romantic, would pull off all the tropes she can think of, like purposely bumping into you. It's kinda charming.
- Would stand up to you and tell the waiter you asked for no pickles.
- Likes to partake in friendly sparring, if she's stronger than you she'd playfully give you an upper hand. "Oh noo, you've over powered me~"
- Her idea of a cute date could vary between dinner at a fancy restaurant or trying to steal blood from demons.
- Bonus point if you're a canine of sorts.
🔞N/S/F/W
- More than once a sparring match dwelled into something more passionate.
➼The Lich.
Am I crazy for adding this one? Maybe. But then again, all the props if this suits someone's monsterfucker niche.
- The only way I can see any type of relationship happening is that you either worship him like some ancient deity and listen to his every comand or you're an immortal being that has been fighting him since the mushroom war, like two sides of a coin.
- He's got a neat voice I won't deny that, it can even be comforting.
- He thrives in cold environments, you're gonna need to carry a sweater whenever you talk.
- You once tried to gift him jewelry once since he's insistent on having the princesses crown jewels.
- He values a loyal follower, wouldn't want to get rid of you any time soon since he knows if anything were to happen to him you'll find a way to bring him back.
- Showers you in praises
- I don't know what else to add. This dude has a set goal of destroying all life, gotta love an eldritch man who knows what he wants, but unless you're actively fighting against him or working for him, things would be very one sided with this one.
- But hey, when he's prisoned in Prismo's dream room he'd be so bummed out that you can indulge him in your hobbies and interests without complaint.
🔞NS/FW:
- If you're his long time enemy and watch over him in Pb's attic, it's almost near impossible to get some alone time to yourself cause the second you feel needy, he gets in your head and teases you. "Go ahead dear, no need to feel shy heh."
➼Hunson Abadeer:
Another canon dilf.
- Hunson is the last person you'd think of in regards of father material but then again he eventually tries to reconnect with Marcy and you find that redeemable.
- As a partner, I can imagine he's a combination of old timey formality but also a little unhinged due to his demonic nature and profession.
- The guy knows no boundaries when it comes to the fridge, eats your snacks (even if they have your name on it!) unless you hide them from view.
- Atleast he knows how to organize, would set up a 5 star dinner date and have demons perform for your entertainment.
- Sometimes you'd tried to do activities for three in an attempt to bond with Marceline, but where there is room for 3 there's room for 4 (she always brings Pb cause she keeps her level headed)
- You help him do his eyeliner and advise him on "hip" clothing when the two of you go to Marceline's concerts.
🔞N/S/F/W:
- Has seen you naked many times before but still gets hot and bothered when you're fully dressed formally (a rare occurrence in itself)
#adventure time x reader#Adventure time villians#Scorcher#Scorcher x reader#The lich#The Lich x reader#hunson abadeer#Hunson Abadeer x reader#Peace master#Peace master x reader#Samantha the dog warrior#Samantha adventure time x reader
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Damn very nice writing! Ok ok so yandere mercs reaction if their female s/o was pregnant or head cannon on how the mercs would be as father
Thanks! I'll do the pregnant one
Yan!TF2 Mercs × Preg! Reader headcannons
// no warnings
Defense
Demo
When you announce your pregnancy, he's in utter disbelief
When he finally grasps the fact that you're pregnant with his child, he sits down and rhinks to himself
Then suddenly he jumps up and picks you up, overjoyed
He then quickly makes a call to his mom
"Ya hear that, ma? You're gonna be a grandma!"
His mom is so happy for you two
He doesn't care if it's a boy or a girl, he'll teach them about bombs either way
When you're craving food he will bring every single food item to you
Hell, he'll even learn to cook for you
Heavy
When he heard the news he dropped everything
He went over to you and put his hand on your belly and smiled
He kissed you deeply
He's happy but he isn't the type to explode with emotion
When your back starts to hurt from carrying the baby, he'll gently lift up your belly for a moment
He introduced your baby to Sasha while in the womb
Will NOT let any doctor but Medic help deliver your baby
Kisses your belly gently
Engi
Let me tell ya, this soft texan was about to EXPLODE with joy
He's usually quiet but he went crazy
He started asking so many questions and bringing up so many fantasies
"Darlin, what if our baby wants to be a merc like me? What if they're gonna be an engineer?"
His entire face lit up, it was the cutest thing
When the baby is kicking, he'll go over and feel with his real hand
He once put his helmet on your belly as a joke
Like Heavy, he wants Medic to help deliver the baby, though he's not against going to another doctor
Went to Medic for advice
Offense
Scout
He didn't believe you at first and laughed
But once he realized you weren't joking, unlike the mercs I listed previously, Scout had a full on panic attack
The first person he went to was Spy, who was irritated that he woke em up (I assume you found out late in the night)
But once he explained the situation, Spy sat down with him and talked to him about the birds and the bees
Because lets face it, Scout was confused as hell to how you got the baby
"Man I thought they came from the sky! Like with them birds and stuffs!"
He wasn't too comfortable at first, but eventually he became used to it and even was happy for the baby
I'd like to imagine that he visits Spy a lot for advice and Spy teaches him how to read, how babies are like, how to be a father wow how rich, Spy
Overall he's just happy bit scared as hell
Pyro
Unlike the others, Pyro had an idea something was up, even before you found out
Pyro would always point to your pelvic area and make a confused hum
Once you found out, you told Pyro. They didn't understand at first but they were OVERJOYED once they realized
They hugged you tightly and started cooing at your belly
Pyro would often rub your belly to feel their kicks
Pyro would also prepare by collecting bones on the battlefield, because they thought the teeth were candies and that the spines were stuffed animals
Can't blame them for trying I mean-
Soldier
Soldier would get it surprisingly fast, he would be loud and proud about it
"you see my beautiful wife! She's holding my little maggot!" (Points to your belly)
Makes sure EVERYONE knows about it
He's so proud
He's surprisngly gentle around you with the baby, for example, he won't yell that much around you when you're pregnant
He wouldn't think of getting educated but Medic would force him to get educated on it
Soldier collects minature guns for your baby
He also has an entire American themed baby room for them
Support
Sniper
Shocked, honestly
He would be so proud of himself and you though
A little Mundy? He would have never thought
He's just so happy though
I see him as mostely educated on the topic but he would definitely go to Medic for some help
He sometimes pits his ear up to your belly to hear the baby
The baby kicked his head once but he laughed it off
He isn't really the type to settle down, as shown by his camper van, but he'd start looking at home listings in New Mexico since you've told him
Spy
Shock
And disbelief
He was happy but like his first son, scared
He didn't know how to react
On one hand, he'd love to settle down with you and take care of your kid
On the other, he feels guilt for abandoning Scout and his ex wife, thinking it wouldn't be fair to them
A 50/50 chance of straight up leaving you
But when he looks at Scout and realizes that he wanted to be in his life, he decides to stay with you to take the chance to get to know your kid
And if it's a boy, so he doesn't turn into a Scout 2.O
He finally quit smoking around you since you told him
Medic
Oh Medic knew
When you were gonna tell him, you were surprised by a tight hug as he twirled around with you in his arms
"I'm gonna be a father!" He kept chanting
You weren't too surprised that he found out before you told him
When he calmed down, he made sure you were okay
During check ups, he's extra careful
He understands what it's like to have a baby even though he's incapable of having one
He makes sure to give you check ups more often
He gives you painkillers and sometimes uses his medigun on you when you're in a lot of pain
He got some stuffed animals for your baby definitely
Already chose a name for a boy and girl
He's gonna be the one to help deliver the baby, no other doctor is allowed to help
I'd also like to imagine all of them wouldn't let you battle if you were a mercenary, and would urge you to stay home.
All of them would look towards Medic to help you deliver the baby.
They'll also teach them yandere tricks and basically turn them into a yandere if they can
And that's all! This was very fun to do, If you wanna request something feel free to pop into my ask box~
Also sorry this wasn't very yandere lmao
#my hcs#tf2 x reader#preg!reader ×#pregnant reader#tf2 hcs#mercenaries x reader#yandere x reader#yandere#darling#obsessive
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Steve Rogers, The Man On Fire
Hey y'all, as Pride month draws to a close I would like to post this fic. It's been in my drafts for a month and I finally today found the motivation to finish it. This is special to me for many reasons, one of which being that I'm proudly a part of this community. Some of the anger written in is my own. I think a lot of people will resonate with it. I really hope you all enjoy this and happy Pride Month <3
This was based loosely off a headcannon and once I re-find it I will credit!
Synopsis: Steve is freshly thawed, queer, and pissed | A.k.a. Steve's experience in 21st Century America
Characters: Steve Rogers, Mentions of Bucky Barnes, (loosely a Stucky fic but Steve thinks he's dead here)
Warnings: Angst but not bad, Steve Rogers being volatile and chaotic (we love), poorly written accents (I literally read this with an accent in my head), literally a 2k monologue
Word count: 5.1k
Steve Rogers came out of the ice angry.
No— not angry— Steve Rogers came out of the ice fuckin’ furious.
He came out of the ice with his hands curled into two fists, with his jaw clenched so hard his teeth were liable to snap, and with a bone to pick with every damn reporter and historian and too loud opinion on this side of the Brooklyn Bridge.
He came out simmering— no, erupting— like the serum in his blood couldn’t keep his body from hibernation all those years ago but it sure as hell won’t keep him from setting the entirety of New York on fire now. He’ll burn it all down if he has to and rebuild it the way he remembers it— the way Bucky would have remembered it— and at the end of it all no one— not the bigots or deniers or the homophobes that seem to be the only thing that came with him from the forties— will be able to say that Captain America can’t love whoever he wants.
No one will be able to say that Steve Rogers didn’t love James “Bucky” “the man I’ve loved since twelve years old” Barnes with everything he had and then some.
No one.
So he starts with the museums in Washington— because sure it isn’t New York but where else would a relic like himself belong more?
He still has hope when he enters the building. They didn’t make them like this when he was a kid— they had science fairs in the town hall and culture fairs in the backstreets near the docks but never anything this grand. No tall marble pillars or enough stairs to make him wonder if he would have been able to climb to the top when he was half the size he is now. It’s strange. It’s kind of wonderful. Yeah, the Smithsonian museums make Steve Rogers feel small for the first time in a very long time and that gives him hope.
That hope doesn’t last long, though, because soon he’s wandering through the halls, following the signs that say Captain America: The First Avenger— what the hell is an Avenger? Is that what they’re calling soldiers these days? Now he feels small and old.
Turning the corner is like landing on another planet, one devoted entirely to him. His picture is everywhere he looks, his name is in lights, even his damn uniform has been replicated and presented on a little stage and he hates it. The rage is back, sparking at his fingers— he’s a match and lucky for everyone this building is made of stone because if it wasn’t he’s sure it would be reduced to nothing but ash by now.
It only worsens as he begins reading through the plaques and the paragraphs flashing across screens on the walls— he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to that. The more he reads, though, the more he wonders if the stone is really, truly safe from the fire in his blood. He doesn’t think it is.
He surely isn’t at least— he feels like he’s going to explode. This isn’t him— none of this is him. War hero. Martyr. Golden boy. He has to stop reading that plaque— clearly no one did their research. Clearly no one dug up his medical files— or his police records. Brawls at the pub, disorderly conduct behind Mr. De Luca’s sandwich shop, public nudity at the beach that one time— thank you Bucky for the best night of his god damn life. Golden boy— ha.
Golden nobody with the black eye and broken hand is more like it.
For a moment he thinks he’s fine— he thinks it can’t get worse than this. Then he gets to the early life section and for an even longer moment his tongue tastes like gunpowder.
Steven Grant Rogers grew up in the streets of Brooklyn alongside his friend James Buchanan Barnes—
He can’t bring himself to finish the sentence— not when they already got the most important part wrong. Friend. Friend? No, no, no. No! There are a million words in the english language that Steve could use to describe Bucky and ‘friend’ will never be the first one.
How about best friend?
How about partner in crime?
How about soulmate who loved Steve so much that every night for the past forty-eight days since he woke up in an era that Bucky doesn’t exist in he’s cried himself to sleep with the same cherry cola taste of his ‘friend’ on his tongue.
It’s the final straw— Steve loses it.
“Anyone got a marker?”
The museum is quiet before he speaks but when his voice— steadily rising and taking on that New York headiness that his troops used to jazz him about— cuts through the exhibit— his fuckin’ exhibit— it’s silent. It’s dead, almost as dead as Buck— Nobody dares move a muscle as he rips his ball cap off his head and throws it at the statue of himself. Everyone knows who he is— everyone is going to know who he is so help him god.
“I said—” he tries again— “does anyone have a marker?”
It takes a moment for the people around him to pick their jaws up off the floor and he allows them that moment with a smug grin starting to tug on the corners of his lips. Finally— they’re starting to get it.
He’s not a hero; he’s a supernova of every scrawny, queer kid who’s ever gotten beaten to a pulp for kissing who they want.
Maybe then it’s fitting that the marker— when it’s finally produced and placed in his waiting palm— comes from a teenage girl with a shaved head and a blue, pink, and purple denim jacket and a busted lip. She doesn’t say much— only a mumbled here you go— but her eyes say everything that her words don’t. Give em’ hell, Cap. For the first time since waking up he flashes a genuine grin back— yeah, this one’s for you kid.
Steve wastes no time uncapping the sharpie— he’ll look that one up later— and scratching out the error. The blasphemy to his unholy name. It takes him a little longer to decide what to write in its place. There are a million words, sure, but somehow none of them feel right at this moment. None of them are enough. That’s something he’ll have to come to terms with later, though— how much nothing feels like enough anymore without Bucky.
Finally Steve settles on a word and he scribbles it as neatly as he can given the fact that he hasn’t had to write anything in eighty years. When he takes a step back, feeling alive for the first time since waking up, he beckons over the girl with the shaved head and points to the place where he’s taken it upon himself to correct history.
“Hey kid, why don’t you go ahead and read that outloud for everyone here.”
He allows another moment— this time because she deserves the time it takes for her eyes to light up and the smile to stretch across her bruised mouth.
Steve laughs— a rusted, croaky laugh; another first in forever— when her head whips around, facing him as she loudly proclaims: “It says boyfriend. Steve Rogers grew up in the streets of Brooklyn alongside his boyfriend Bucky Barnes!”
“Damn right I did—” he mutters to the kid before taking a step towards the crowd of gaping mouths. “Did you all hear that? Don’t worry if ya’ didn’t— I’ll say it one more time. Boyfriend. Bucky was my boyfriend and if he was here today he would be my husband. If any of you have a problem with that then feel free to take it up with me. I took on half of Brooklyn for that man and I’ll do it again.”
When no one says anything Steve nods, turning to hand the girl back her marker and to thank her— he may be angry but he hasn’t lost all his manners— but when he looks at her she doesn’t look back. Instead she takes the same step forward that he had, one of her hands balled into a tiny, shaking fist at her side and the other wrapped around a cell phone that’s pointed towards the crowd. He doesn’t understand the mechanics but he thinks she’s recording.
“You hear that?” She parrots the super soldier with a wavering but fierce voice. “Captain America likes men! And none of you can deny it!”
This time it’s his mouth that drops, watching as she shakily turns the camera off and spins back around. Before Steve can say anything, though, she’s talking again, this time hastier, and he can’t help but think that she sounds so much like him. All flushed and scrawny and pissed.
“I’m sorry, I’ll delete the recording if you want but, I jus’ know these bigots are gonna’ try and cover everything up and that would be a fuckin’ shame. I don’t know if you know how many kids need to hear this. I did— and I think they should too. Only if you want, of course.”
He doesn’t answer right away— he can’t. It’s like looking at himself at fifteen. Suddenly he’s back again, his feet hanging in the water as his boyfriend paces behind him, asking if he’s ready to have him look at his knuckles yet. He didn’t get that many good punches in— the scrapes are mostly from the pavement— but Buck always worries too much so it doesn’t matter. The protective idiot.
Steve shakes his head, blinking away the sunset lingering behind his eyes. “Bucky woulda’ loved you, kid.”
The next time he loses it— the next time he turns into more flame than man— is after he saves the city he’s been trying to burn down for three months.
It isn’t long after that day in the museum when Nick Fury decides it would be best for everyone if Steve goes back into the field. Of course, no one really asks him what he wants— they pretty much just shove a new suit into his hands and tell him to get training, Captain— but what else is new?
No one really comments on his outburst besides that either. Can you really call it an outburst when you’re just trying to reclaim the parts of you that have been stolen? Sure, the press gets a hold of the story and, true to what the kid had said, tries to twist it into something more digestible, but no one actually addresses it up with Steve. Apparently when someone saves the world as good as he does no one cares that they kiss men.
Or that they don’t wanna’ to actually save the world anymore.
See, in those three months— between the training and training and even more training that Steve Rogers begrudgingly obliges— he has time to catch up on the world. More importantly, he has time to catch up on what the world thinks of him. He scours a plethora of documentaries, scholarly essays, and whole books of information about his time as Captain America. Well— his time as Captain America when it mattered. In all his scouring he learns one thing: everything written about him is wrong.
It’s all so fuckin’ wrong.
Just why the hell would he want to save a world so bent on destroying who he is?
The Smithsonian exhibition was nothing compared to what’s been written in the eighty years he spent in the ice. Better yet, nothing compared to what hasn’t been written about him. They’ve taken an eraser to every part of his life that doesn’t fit with the golden image that they constructed for him. A.k.a. every part that matters. His relationship, his past, every little thing that made him supposedly perfect for the role he was given. Gone. Erskine told him he was a good man— apparently he was the only one who thought so.
Apparently being a good man isn’t good enough.
They only wanted the perfect soldier. Yeah, well, they had one and they fucked him over too. Don’t even get him started on what they did to Bucky— Steve doesn’t want to think about what Winnifred— Winnie for short— Barnes would do if she saw the history books erasing her baby’s Jewish roots. Or his relationship. It wouldn’t be pretty, that’s for damn sure. If ever there was someone more protective than Bucky it would have been his mother. Not that there’s a damn note about her in anything either though.
Maybe that’s the final straw that does him in this time— watching the place that Mrs. Barnes loved more than almost anything else in the world crumble, while also knowing that the world no longer gives a shit about the two people she loved more.
“Mr. Rogers, this is where you grew up, is it not? Is there anything you would like to say about what took place here in your home city today?”
Maybe he pretends not to hear the last part— maybe he really does only hear up until where the reporter asks him if there is anything he wants to say. He’s been around quite his fair share of explosions; it would make sense that his hearing is a little off. Maybe he just doesn’t care anymore, though.
Scratch that— he definitely doesn’t care anymore.
And why the fuck should he? He does have something to say and propriety be damned he’s going to say it.
Steve stares into the crowd of faceless reporters and flashing cameras with a scowl on his grimey face. Around him stand the other Avengers— his ‘team’. The last time he had a team the historians screwed up the history for every single member. Dugan, Morita, Falsworth, Jones, Dernier, Sawyer, Juniper, Pinkerton. Barnes. All of them were brave men with families and sacrifices and all of them were treated like jokes by ‘reporters’ just like the ones in front of him now. He really doubts there’s a difference between old and new journalism.
The only difference is that now he’s here and this time he’s not going to let them write anything but the damn truth.
“It is—” Steve muses, brushing the sweaty hair from his forehead— “I’m surprised you know that though.”
The reporter cocks his head, clearly confused, and it makes the super soldier’s blood boil. “Come again, sir?”
“I said I’m surprised you know where I was born, kid.” This time when he says the word— kid— it’s derogatory. “Ya’ know, considering how you all seem to know nothing about me otherwise.”
Steve almost smiles at the way the crowd tenses. He actually would if it weren’t for the white hot rage coursing through his veins, mingling with the last of the adrenaline leftover in his system. It gives him an extra kick— not that he needs it. Even when he was just a runt from the wrong side of the tracks he needed nothing more than an offhand comment to raise his fists. Fighting to Steve Rogers has always been intoxicating— the aftershocks of winning the battle just makes it more thrilling now.
Who knew, right?
“Sir I asked—” The reporter sputters and Steve simply holds a hand up, silencing him before he can start again.
“Yeah I know what you asked, alright. You want me to talk about the battle here in New York today and how I am more than happy to have risked my life to save it. But I can’t do that, kid. Because I didn’t save it for you. I didn’t save it for any of you.”
Steve feels his team tense— maybe were it any other time he would stop talking. He would just leave it, let the issue go, because Bucky would tell him too. They aren’t worth it, bruiser, he would say, they aren’t worth your blood. Maybe he would listen to his boyfriend because usually he was right. Bucky was always right. So yeah, maybe he would list—
Who is he kidding; he knows he wouldn’t.
Not then and certainly not now— not when Bucky isn’t here to defend himself against everything Steve has been reading about. That’s exactly why he doesn’t stop talking. Someone has to defend him and who better of a person than him? So, yeah, he keeps going, even when he hears footsteps behind him.
“You wanna’ know who I did save it for? James Barnes, that’s who I saved it for! You see, just around that corner there is a bookstore. Rickley Books. That was my boyfriend's favourite bookstore. You know, the man who gave his life to stop a train in Austria from reaching the enemies? Yeah that was him. That train was filled with supplies. Had it reached their headquarters, who knows if we’d be standing here today. If there would be a New York at all. Not that you would know that. But who cares about that dead sergeant from the 107th, right? There’s plenty just like him.”
Steve shrugs nonchalantly— a move he picked up from the very man he’s speaking about— but he spits his words at the reporters with enough venom to cancel out any peace that the action brings. That’s his own move.
He keeps going. “You know who else I saved it for? His mother. Yeah, his mother Winnie Barnes. Wonderful lady. She used to run a soup kitchen a couple blocks from here. Kept the rift raft like myself from going hungry most nights— I was a brawler, you know.”
A couple of reporters in the crowd laugh at that and Steve flinches, his vision tinting red as he cranes his neck, seeking them out.
“Oh you think that’s funny, do you? You think I’m joking? I’m not. You ever been backed into a corner, son? Had people hurl slurs at you that I can’t even repeat today? Ever been beaten up for loving your best friend? No, I bet you haven’t. You weren’t a queer kid in the thirties. That’s hard— that’s borderline impossible actually. I only made it because of people like Winnie Barnes. That woman was a saint but nobody talks about her either.”
Steve has to take a deep breath, clearing the rasp in his voice that rises as he dwells on the woman he called his second mother for so long. She wasn’t just a saint, she was an angel. He can’t cry here though, not now. Not even as his throat begins to tighten.
“Winnie was the type of lady who didn’t let anyone walk over the little people. She used to sit me down and say Stevie you gotta’ fight for what you want because ain’t nobody gonna’ give it to you. She told me that I shouldn’t have to but that there were going to be people who would try to tear me down just for being me. And she was right— just like her son— because that was the era, you know? But now, here in the twenty-first century, you’re all still trying to tear us down.”
A hand lands on his shoulder, small fingers tugging at where his suit has begun to tear. Natasha Romanoff. He meets her gaze quickly, neck craning to stare down the red head, and in the few seconds their eyes meet it’s like Bucky is next to him. Somehow the blue in her irises catches the falling sun just like his used to. Steve can hear the gruff of his voice in the depths of his mind. Back down, bruiser. The sentiment is echoed across Nat’s face.
Steve shakes her hand off him, turning back to the reporters— don’t they know that he can’t?
“You all say you care about me, huh? That I’m a hero? You know nothing about me— you don’t want to. Before I was a soldier I was a kid. A queer kid. I said that already but let me repeat it. Queer. Did you write that down? None of you certainly did before. That’s how I know that you don’t care— because in an age where being queer is infinitely more accepted you still don’t bother to write it down.”
He pauses for another breath, shutting his eyes against the blinking red lights of the cameras. They’re like little demons, always watching his every move. Recording. Everything’s always recorded these days. Will he ever be used to that? Bucky was the technology guy, not him. Not then and not now.
When Steve picks up again— eyes open and shoulders freshly straight— it’s on a new note— a clear note.
“You don’t care about me— you certainly don’t care about the real heroes of the war because if you did you wouldn’t erase our history. Do you know how much it would have meant to Bucky to see our relationship accepted? The man who died for you? How much it would’ve meant to his mother? You can’t just pick which of our stories and our sacrifices are worthy and which aren't.”
He hasn’t spoken this much since he’s woken up, not all at once at least. Maybe he should have, though— maybe if he had then he wouldn’t feel like ripping the heads off everyone in front of him right now. Call it fight or flight. Call it revenge. Hell, call it whatever you’d like because it doesn’t really matter. Either way he feels like a kid again— again— backed into a corner behind the deli with his fists up and his teeth bared.
He feels feral again.
“So now you just want me to save the world like I did— like Bucky did— all those years ago— or maybe jus’ New York— as if that’s any better— and you don’t even bother to write a proper article about me? Hell, I never even asked for an article, let alone a whole exhibit! I’m just a soldier— and before that I was just a kid. If there’s never another article written about me I’ll be grateful. But now that I’m here, standing in front of you, I’ll say this—”
Just as Steve’s voice is cresting into a shout that would no doubt be heard regardless of whether or not the microphones were in front of him, Natasha tries one more time, her fingers slipping between his.
Her voice is a dull buzz compared to his, only reaching his ears by sheer will. “C’mon Stevie— we gotta’ go now.”
Like before he’s stunned but this time instead of seeing Buck— instead of hearing him in his head— he hears Winnie.
You fought good, honey. You fought good for us. You can rest now.
It’s jarring and it’s not lost on him the handful of awkward seconds that it takes for him to respond. That’s just the effect Winnie had on people though— still has, apparently. Steve shakes his head— I know, mama. But I gotta’ finish this fight.
“No, Nat— I’ve got to say this.” Steve mumbles— voice just beginning to waver despite how hard he clenches his jaw— before sneering at the crowd one last time.
“If I ever read an article from any of you that discredits Bucky Barnes, our relationship, or myself just know that I’ll come for you. I’ll come for this city. Don’t you ever forget who I saved it for. James Barnes, Winnie Barnes, and every queer kid who’s ever felt erased because of people like you. The bigots in the forties couldn’t stop me. The Nazis couldn’t stop me. Not even the Atlantic Ocean could stop me. So don’t think for a second that any of you could either. Have a good day.”
With that Captain America turns, marching off the impromptu stage and beginning the trek back to his apartment. He doesn’t bother looking at his team as he passes them— he can imagine their stunned faces well enough on his own. No doubt he’ll be getting another assignment from Fury soon enough to make up for this ‘outburst’ too. Still, he feels a little bit better. There’s an ache in his shoulder, and one under his ribs too, but he still smiles as he passes Rickman and Sons Books. That must mean something good.
The last time Steve Rogers burns he doesn’t burn the way he’s expecting to— he doesn’t vandalize his own name or blow up at a reporter. No, the third time— the final time— that Steve Rogers burns it’s with nostalgia— and with a damn good cup of coffee in his hand.
“I had no idea this place was even here.” The girl across from Steve muses, tiny hands shifting the steaming cup back and forth.
Her name is Ellie, he learned that back at the museum after asking for a copy of the video she took. He barely knew how to use his phone back then, let alone his email— hell, both still confuse him more often than not— but she had been patient. A little awestruck and a little riled up too but he took it in stride— easily. It’s not hard being nice to the spitting image of him.
“I’m glad I’m good for something other than making the news.” Steve chuckles and this time he means it— there’s no malice or ill intent, only humor. “O’Malley’s ‘s been here longer than I have. Looked a little different then—” he takes a moment to let his eyes wander the old coffee shop and it’s new appliances— a moment to feel his age catch up to him— “but I guess I did too.”
Ellie’s laughter joins in there and it’s strange— strange that he hasn’t laughed with another person in seven, almost eight, months; strange that her laughs sound so much like Bucky’s when they were younger; strange that Bucky isn’t here to hear. Here to laugh, too. Because he would have.
He would have called Steve an old man, would have wrapped his arm around his shoulders, would have asked— no, demanded— that Ellie try the plum cobbler. They always made the best cobbler. Bucky always had the best laugh. All grit and breath and him. Steve feels warm just thinking about it.
“Well thanks for letting me in on the secret, I’ll make sure to guard it carefully.” She even has Bucky’s warm sarcasm.
Maybe it’s not so much like looking in a mirror as it is looking at what he wishes he and his boyfriend could have been back then.
“And thanks for letting me interview you—” Ellie continues, setting the cup down but not before nodding at it, her eyes wide— “wow. You weren’t kidding about the joe, huh? Anyway— thanks for scheduling this. I know you’re probably super busy— and that there are more well established people you could have gone to.”
Steve sets his own mug down too— if he hadn’t there’s a possibility it would be more puddle than porcelain. “Well established means nothin’, kid. Not when you don’t have heart. They’re parasites, all of ‘em. The press couldn’t care less about me.”
Ellie nods, lifting the lid of her laptop. It’s a little bit dented and slathered in stickers, not quite the newest model— he would know, he has the newest one and it’s still sitting in his apartment in the box. Yet another testament to how little the people around him truly know him.
“Welcome to the twenty-first century, can I get you a side of classism with that commercialism?”
Now she sounds like Winnie too.
“Say, has anyone ever told you that you’re funny?”
She shrugs, tilting her head, a lopsided grin glued to her face. “Once or twice— I never know if they mean it or if they just want me to shut up. I never do so I guess we’ll never know.”
Steve sputters out another laugh because; “I guess we’re the same then— never give them a moment, kid. That’s the best advice I can give you.” He pauses— again— he supposes it’s going to be a day of pausing— he supposes it’s about time he pauses— before adding, “Bucky would’ve scolded me for saying that.”
Ellie’s fingers, swift and deft over the machine— Steve hadn’t even seen her begin to type— pause too as her smile softens. “What would he have said instead?”
Her question shouldn’t catch off guard— this is why he asked her to meet him; to finally, properly write his story— their story. Still he pauses— Steve’s empty hands feel hot, his shoulders warm; bare— what would he have said? It doesn’t take long to hear his boyfriend’s voice, not there but somehow loud in his ear all the same.
Just relax— they aren’t worth it. It’s too nice out to care about anything but the water— are you coming in or not? Summer doesn’t last forever, you know?
It’s impossible but Steve can feel the sun on his back and on his ears again, like he’s there— like he’s back, sixteen and on fire. Those were the days where everything made him cold. The days where his skin burned no matter the season but especially in August which was when the ocean was warm enough to swim in. It never stopped him from joining Buck— nothing could have stopped him. His cheeks warm, too, at the thought.
Steve blinks, his own smile— perhaps a little lopsided in it’s own right— shaping over his mouth. “He would have told you to relax— and to try the plum cobbler. It’s fantastic.”
With another giggle— and a reiterated comment— has anyone ever told you you’re funny, Steve?— they fall into a conversation, just a kid and a relic, about life. It’s not an easy conversation— but then again those kinds never are. It’s real, though, and unedited. Unfiltered. Just the way Erskine and Winnie and Bucky would have liked it— the only way Steve wants it. It’s not perfect but, hell, Steve has never been perfect.
He’s never wanted to be.
Maybe Steve doesn’t know everything his boyfriend would say— and maybe he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t blow up once or twice after today— but he can confidently say that he gave Brooklyn a run for her money— twice— and lived to tell the tale. He can say then when it mattered, he burned. That he still burns. That he will until he doesn’t— until he’s extinguished.
But, hey, though Summer doesn’t last forever, not even the Atlantic could extinguish the flame that is Steve Rogers.
That’s what he writes— in Sharpie— on the card he writes to Ellie— the one attached to the computer he knows he’ll never use.
#Steve Rogers#Bucky Barnes#Stucky#steve x bucky#Queer!steve rogers#Queer!Steve#Queer!Bucky#Queer!Bucky Barnes#Captain America#pride month#Steve angst#steve fluff#Marvel cinematic universe#Mcu#mcu fic#steve fic
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hi! can i request a hxh headcannon with kurapika maybe like what it's like being a relationship with him? sorry if you can't do this or i requested this the wrong way-
- anon
a/n: it’s alright anon! i’ll try my best to write about the loml and the bad bitch himself kurapika! love hims i may have went CRAZY for this. also i write on my phone so sorry if this is so long!
lets get it!
How yall started dating
okay so yall first met at the hunter exams elevator
the main four first walked in there and were surprised to see another person there
and gon being his friendly self started to chat it up with you
“hi im gon!!”
“hi gon. i’m y/n.”
kurapika there respectfully looking at you
like you’re attractive.
lookin at how those elevator lights shine on your beautiful melaninated skin
whew baby he went 😳 inside but greeted you
“im kurapika”
“well hello kurapika”
and that was the BEGINNING
timeskip up in this bitch rq
the arcs are pretty hazy to me so like.... lets say yall were feeling e/o during the york new city arc
yall both were trying to become bounty hunters and were alr pretty close to e/o
you suggested working with him and he liked that idea
yall alr fought really well tgt and he actually liked having you around him
so you both became neon’s bodyguards
yall were slowly becoming closer to each other each day yall worked together
like lingering touches, yearnful gazes
allat cute mushy shit
kurapika is one touch starved and closed off bitch so he’s struggling here
you on the other hand you KNOW you want kurapika like who wouldn’t want him???
he’s a whole package in that tuxedo 🥵🥵
n e ways
soon neon notices this shit and it goes downhill
this lil shit starts PURPOSELY locking yall in rooms together
like baby no we are supposed to protect you what are you doing???
“im not letting you out till you two kiss!!”
“i beg your pardon?” - kurapika
“neon huh???” - you
kurapika is internally like what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck i lwk wanna kiss em but.... feelings.
you can see the internal STRUGGLE thats going on in kura’s eyes
you just say fuck it and pray the gods and any other spiritual holy beings are on your side and kiss him
kurapika’s stomach said 🦋🦋🦋🦋 when you cupped his face
like your lips are SOFT
(no cuz like some of yall rlly be making y/n have crusty ass lips like um no baby i wear lip gloss and chapstick religiously you aint gon catch me w/ brittle ass lips)
and you cant tell me kurapika doesnt wear chapstick
and he’s like ✋🏽😳 hol up this kinda.... this kinda hits why didnt i do this earlier?
(bc you’re a gated ass bitch thats why honey)
my mans just has to kiss back
he kinda just gently holds your wrists and kisses back
now you’re deceased bc damn boy where you learned this???
no cap you kinda felt your knees buckle and he noticed that but yall not gon talk about that
and you two reluctantly pull away bc hello yall still on the job and literally are bodyguards
“the door wasnt even locked.”
“you cheeky lil shi—
cue you chasing neon while she runs away giggling
kurapika can only gently touch his lips and smile with a red face
In the Relationship
now yall are disgustingly cute in private
kurapika is definitely touch starved and he always needs to be touching you in some way
he always looks out for you too
he’ll definitely press tons of kisses to your face or the back of your neck
calls you a bunch of cheesy nicknames
darling, my love, my sun, sweetheart, beloved, honey, babylove (the stanely uris thats played by wyatt oleff makes me lose my sHIT)
my boy loves your hair so much
like the texture? the volume?
he’s all for it
he would probably ask canary about wash day bc she’s black herself
would 100% help you with wash day
want him to detangle your hair? hand him that rat toothed comb he’s on it
wash your hair? let him roll up his sleeves he’s on it
oil massages? pass them oil bottles baby he’s putting you to sleep
like you will be KNOCKED as he washes your hair or oils it bc he’s that skilled
i think he would struggle braiding your hair but after you show him?
this man is taking over and braiding your hair neater than you
like excuse me where did you learn this??
parting god.
them parts are crispy and straighter than a mf
literally doesn’t comb your hair like ya mama do w/ all that tugging and shit
he’ll just gently move your head along or softly apologize whenever he accidentally tugs on your hair and presses a kiss to your scalp
taking. baths. together.
my boy CRAVES that intimacy
no sexual shit
after a long day of work he just LOVES to take a nice bubble bath with you
either you leaning against his chest or you on the opposite end of the bath
he can always unwind around you and let go of that stoic facade he puts on
i would say he’s a lil goofy in private? like he’ll scoop up the bubbles and blow them in your face
if you want jokes you gotta give em
baby had to grow up quicker so he’s more mature for his age
i’d say if you want them giggles out? hold his waist and blow the back of his neck
the way he JERKS from that then starts laughing
heart eyes up in that bitch
his laugh is so 🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰
“darling!” “that was so FUCKING CUTE KURA WTFFF”
another way? blow kisses in his neck
he will giggle like a lil kid
god i love him
when you go to sleep he’s always big spoon
doesn’t matter if you’re taller than him
big. spoon. kurapika.
the only times you can hold him is when he has a breakdown and his scarlet eyes are activated
nightmares haunt him alot and he just needs to hear your heartbeat to know you’re still here
he needs to feel your warmth and you whispering that you’re here
other than those moments you better be fine with him holding you
i would say he doesn’t move alot in his sleep other than the small twitches
but for some reason his grip is strong as FUCK
like you aint getting out of his arms at ALL
if you gotta pee hold it
nah im kidding
just wake him up he’s not a deep sleeper but he isnt a light one either
if he were to wake up in the middle of the night he’d definitely fix your bonnet or durag if it fell off
morning kissies!
one way he loves waking up is kisses all over his face
especially kissing on his eyelids
it makes him wake up with a big ol smile
“morning beloved.”
WHEWWWWWW THE RASP
ahem anyways
“morning pikapika.”
he used to hate that nickname
now? baby LOVES it bc it’s just for him
the lohl giving him a nickname just for him makes butterflies in his stomach go crazy
he can practically feel the love oozing from your eyes
the way he wakes you up?
if he’s feeling a lil goofy or silly he’ll lay ontop of you and blow kisses into your neck
if he’s still tired he’ll cup your face and gently call your name
yall cook together
if you cant cook he will respectfully say take your goofy ass out of the kitchen
if you can? show him how to season your food correctly. rmb how he made that pig look pretty asf but merchi basically said it taste like shit?
not on your watch
he’ll take mental notes as you teach him the ways of goya and sazon
sometimes he’ll just gently take over
not bc he thinks you cant do it right but bc he likes to provide for others
you just gotta lightly slap his hands away like bby i got this its okay
and he’ll understand
kisses with him are very soft but passionate?
like he isnt gonna eat your lips but he will hold you close and make sure you know how much he loves you
he’ll definitely twirl your curls around his finger
you of course gave him your permission when you started dating
he will always have one arm around your waist and one hand behind your neck
doesnt matter if you’re taller
he will 100% get on his tiptoes and do it
or make you sit down
he doesnt CARE if he has to step on a stepladder he’ll do it
he said run me my kisses NEOW
i would definitely say he’s a passionate lover and would throw hands with ANYONE if they make any snarky comments about your skin
“my s/o’s skin is beautiful mind your business and take yourself somewhere else before i do it for you”
😳
🕶🤏🏾
sir.....
you would throw hands for him too
anyone says anything about him being a girl?
its over
there was a time where someone called him a girl who was confused and you went off and got into a fight
you won by a landside
kurapika was like 😟😦😳🥺
bc you really fought for his honor
but he had to pull you away before you damn near put this person in the hospital
“honey thank you but it was okay. it didnt bother me.”
“no but it bothered me! nobody can just talk about someone i love like that.”
he went 🥺🥺🥺
he definitely kissed the FUCK outta you when yall got home
yall hands were rated e for everyone!
a ride or die couple
yall are in love love
maybe he’s looking for a ring and kurta wedding earrings
#kurapika x reader#hunter x hunter x reader#hxh x reader#x black reader#x gender neutral reader#kurapika kurta#kurapika#reader x kurapika#hunter x hunter#hxh
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Old timey baby sittin- Jameson Jackson x reader.
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There's some background lore to this that reader is in a poly relationship with the egos, as well as my headcannon that Jameson can talk as this takes place waaaay after the cannon lore and he gets his voice back.
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“Hey babe?” Chase’s voice called up to you from downstairs, he sounded stressed and in the midst of a panic attack.
“What’s up Cheese?” You yell back, poking your head out from the computer room.
“Can you come down here please, I could really use your help.” he asked. You made your way downstairs and saw Greyson and Sam standing in the living room, their backpacks still on as they looked around.
“Hey kiddos! What’s up?” You turned to them with a smile as Chase’s face sunk.
“I forgot I had to work today but I also have the kids, could you please please please watch them, it's just for like six hours. I tried to call Bing but he wasn’t free and I don’t really trust the kids in that house.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Of course! We’ll be fine, Jamie also has off today so it’s not just me.” You reassured him and he finally cracked a smile.
“Is that alright with you kids?” Chase turned to them, ruffling them both of the head as they nodded. “You're a lifesaver! I owe you big time. Text me if you need anything or text the Doc, he might not like to think about it but he also raised two kids.” he bent down and kissed you on the cheek before heading out the door.
“So, uh, you guys hungry?” You asked before shooting a text to Jameson begging him to come inside and help. You had babysat before but you were confident that you had no idea what you were doing. “I have dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets?” you offered.
“Dinosaurs!” They threw down their backpacks before following you into the kitchen. Jameson walked inside and walked over to the sink to wash his hands from the garden dirt before turning to greet the kids.
“Heya doll! I see we’ve got a couple of rugrats on our hands today!” Jameson walked over and helped you get the ingredients ready for dinner.
“You talk funny.” Greyson pointed out and Jameson turned around to him, his mustache twitching slightly in amusement.
“Tell It to Sweeney old sport.” Jameson retorted with a smirk, squinting down at Greyson.
“Yo Gatsby, you’re trying to pick a fight with a child.” You pointed out while you put the chicken nuggets into the oven.
“I was simply…” He started before he lost his smirk and adjusted his hat in embarrassment. “Very well then, Daisy.” He turned his attention back to you. “What are we gonna do with ‘em?”
“What did kids do back in your day?” You asked him then almost instantly regretted it as you saw the wheels turning in his head.
“Well back in my day, we would take a hula hoop and a stick and see how far we could get the hoop to go! Oh it was the bees knees!” He looked lost in thought for a moment.
“That sounds very cute but I was more thinking we could like watch peppa pig or Sofia the first? Which do you guys prefer?” You asked as you handed them their plates.
“Those shows are for girls and whilst i’m sure Sam wouldn’t mind, a young lad like Greyson doesn’t want to see that hogwash. He wants to watch a man's show! Like hunting in the wild or golf!” Jameson retorted, cutting off Sam as she went to speak.
“I know back in your day, men and women were divided in pretty sexist terms but the times have changed, love bug.” You tried to add as much venom into your words as you could without alarming the children. They looked back and forth between both of you, munching on their chicken nuggets.
“I’m aware, Pumpkin.” He threw just as much venom back, his arms crossed, ready to make a point. “But I must say-”
“I wanna play minecraft.” Greyson said, interrupting Jameson.
“Yeah Minecraft!” Sam agreed before climbing down off her chair and running to get her bag.
“Oh my god I should've known, they are Chase’s kids.” You laughed in spite of yourself. “Don’t forget to eat the rest of your nuggets please Sammy Sam! I’ll pull it up on the TV and we can all play together okay?” Sam nodded, quickly finishing the rest of her nuggets then racing her brother into the living room.
“Mind craft? Is that some sort of brain puzzler in the paper?” Jameson asked, deeply confused, swiping a nugget off the tray.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, square.” You tried to walk by him with a smirk to follow the kids but he pulled you into his arms with a frown, his mustache drooping at the sides.
“Now now doll, you know I was just being fluky!” He gave you puppy dog eyes and you folded instantly. You leaned up to kiss him softly, his mustache tickling your nose. He tried to lean down into the kiss but you put your hand on his chest and pushed him back slightly.
“Back in my day the babysitters often snogged just out of sight of the children.” He whispered, his blue eyes shining with mischief.
“As heavenly as that sounds, I haven’t played minecraft in so long and I really want to. But if you play your cards right, I’ll reward you for helping me later.” You winked as a deep blush coated his cheeks. “Come on, I’ll help you build your house.” You laced your fingers and pulled him into the living room.
The hours flew by and soon all of you had made a very nice looking base. Jameson almost had a firm grasp on minecraft but still questioned almost everything he saw, to which Greyson would roll his eyes at him and explain. Chase returned home, pleasantly surprised that the house hadn’t burned to the ground and that both of the kids were okay. He put them to bed in him and Jackie’s room before returning downstairs.
“I’m honestly very proud of you.” Chase smiled at you after picking up the controller Greyson was playing on.
“I almost had to give Jamie here a talk about modern sexism but honestly it worked out pretty well!” you replied as Jameson shook his head at you with a smile.
“She thinks I don't know my wooden nickels but I’m hip to the jive!” He defended himself.
“Sure ya are pog champ.” Chase cracked up before heading back upstairs.
“What is a pog??” Jameson looked insulted.
“Come on grandpa lets get you to bed.” You stood up and stretched before heading towards the stairs.
“I believe I am owed a great deal of barneymugging for my help today!” Jameson stood up and chased after you up the stairs.
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this is baby's first request but i really love your writing and hc's ;___; could you do dwight, david, jeff and evan with an s/o who is transgender and has bad bouts of body dysphoria sometimes? i understand if thats hard to write for tho hajgkgj take care and ily
congrats on ur first request i love you!!!! you’re doing great sweetie!!!! Sorry this took so long, it got lost in my drafts and then I fell of the map for a while ahhahaha
HCS With a Transgender S/O
David King
David is a man who was raised with toxic masculinity and 'stereotypical gender norms'. He was always told that girls should be girls and boys should be boys. But that doesn't mean he follows what he was taught. He doesn't fully understand how it feels to be trans as he's never experienced the thoughts himself but he supports you.
You can really tell he supports you. Like. REALLY. No matter what you identify as. Are you a boy? Great! He'll call you his best boy!! A dashing gentleman! Are you a girl? A darling lady! Are you neither, or something else? Well, then you're sweetheart, baby or whatever you want to be! He might accidently use the wrongs names of phrases to begin with, but he realises QUICK and he's like "oh shIT SORRY MY BAD"
Any time you experience your dysphoria, he's on hand to help with encouraging words. He's the king of pop talks. He will tell you exactly how beautiful, handsome and/or perfect you are!
David is embarrassed by nothing. He will stand with you. If you want to wear dresses, he'll wear em too! If you're struggling to put on a binder, he'll help! And then be like "woW CANT EVEN SEE EM, WHOS MY HANDSOME LAD"
If anyone misgenders you, he'll throw down. Well. He'll give them a LOOK first and then 'Oi' but if it keeps happening, he WILL throw down.
Dwight Fairfield
Very understanding, very supportive.
He asks you to list everything you feel, one by one, and he'll answer them all. One by one.
Expect plenty of kisses on your face as he breathlessly tells you how much you mean to him. He'll have to keep stopping to catch his breath because he is ATTACKING you with positivity right now.
Some people headcannon Dwight as trans himself, and I really like that! So if, theoretically, he was trans, he'd understand exactly what you're going through! But again, this won't apply to everyone's version of him.
Will never ever misgender you because the moment you tell him what your pronouns are and what you're comfortable with, he spends SO LONG just saying it in his head to make sure he gets it right. He's so anxious and the last thing he wants to do is make you feel uncomfortable or ignored. And although he's nervous, he's a man that sticks by his principles, and if someone ELSE misgenders you, Dwight will kindly remind them to use your preferred labels and pronouns.
Evan Macmillan / The Trapper
Evan was, like David, raised to think that boys were boys and girls were girls and so forth. His father was very opinionated, and Evan grew up hearing that every day of his life. So when you told him that you were trans, he didn't... Get it? He may have came off as dismissive or harsh, but that's only because that's what was drilled into him.
If you sit him down and explain, tell him how you feel and what it means to be trans, he'll listen. Because his father, while being opinionated, could never explain WHY he had thought these things were wrong. So explain. Talk to him. Remove the stigma. Tell him it's fine. And normal. It's just something that people do. And that it's okay. And honestly? You'll find that he understands quicker than you think. He accepts uou much quicker than you think.
So when you experience your bouts of body dysphoria, he may not fully understand, but he tries his best. He realises he doesn't have to understand all the ins-and-outs. He understands that you're not feeling okay, and that's all he needs to know. Expect to be pulled into his arms. Expect to be coddled.
He's kinda curt and not very gentle. So if you tell him that you don't feel right because of something like this --- such as feeling like you're not feminine or masculine enough and etc, then he'll literally just say "don't be an idiot". You can tell him all of your concerns and he'll be like, "doesn't matter, you're still mine."
Jeff Johansen
Jeff is the coolest guy you could ever date for things like this. He's so laidback and thoughtful and considerate of others. He has no issue calling you by your preferred names and pronouns, and he usually just calls you sweetheart anyway, so. Genderneutral.
When you're going through bouts of dysphoria, he likes to hold you close to his chest and kiss at your temple.
He'll calmly ask you to tell him your concerns, letting you ramble without interruption and say everything you are feeling. And he'll hold you and him in acknowledgement every now and then and when you're finally done, he'll pull you over so you can face him, still sat on his lap, and he'll softly answer everything you've started with what HE thinks. If you think you don't 'pass' as the identity you are, he's gonna tell you that he doesn't believe that passing is a thing because everyone is unique and different. How others perceive you has no bearing, because you ARE what you say and think you are. Anything negative you tell him about yourself, he'll calmly tell you his own opinions. He'll never outright say you're wrong, because he wants you to be able to change your views without being flat-out reprimanded for thinking what you think.
Expect lots of hugs and kisses.
#dbd headcanons#dbd dwight#dwight fairfield#evan macmillan#dbd the trapper#dbd jeff#jeff johansen#david king#dbd david
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My headcannon
Juane washes Oscars wounds
“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up”
They sat in the giant Shnee bathroom, his coat hung on a peg outside, his boots sat just beside the door so he was down to just his top and trousers.
He nodded “Mm’kay”
At first Oscar had protested against the idea, saying they’d only been given an hour and they shouldn’t waste time on him, but given they had some explaining to do anyway...he agreed so long they agreed to listen to what Emerald had to say.
Jaune went over to the bath and set the tap running, testing the temperature then looked back at Oscar in time to see him wince trying to take his top off. Jaune felt a rush of sympathy and regret looking at him. Beneath the scorched fabric, the burn was red-raw, and angry dent in the boys chest. He wandered if it would ever fully heal. While his aura-amp had fixed up most of his ribs, the bruises still seemed to be there. At the time, he’d just focused on getting Oscar back on his feat after the explosion. He honestly hadn’t had much aura left himself after there run in with Salam. and even where there weren’t bruises, patches of dust and dirt had still managed to seep through his coat. He really did need this bath.
Leaving the tap on slow fill, Jaune took the discarded shirt and opened the door just enough to try and hang it on the same leg as the coat. Someone would come for them later, he knew. Weather it was Wiess, Cline or even mrs. Shnee, he felt sure they’d have some clean clothes by the time they were done.
When he looked back, he found Oscar leaning over the edge of the tub, with his hands on its edge. He looked as though he was finding it somewhat difficult to get in, his arms and legs shaking slightly. Jaune went to help, giving him something to lean on while lowering himself gently into the slowly expanding stretch of water. He suddenly realised it wasn’t just a wash he needed, but rest as well.
He still had those bandages he always wore on his neck but when Jaune took them off he noticed some old scars across his throat. “How long have you had those?”
Oscar raised a hand to the scars, as if he’d only just remembered they were there. “About a decade.”
Jaune took up a sponge, squeezed it full of water and gently rubbed the boys shoulder. “You never told anyone about them.”
He shrugged. “No one ever asked.”
He decided to drop the subject, and not to mention it to anyone else either.
Neither of them said anything else until Jaune got his wrist and a reflex caused Oscar to wince and pull away.
“Sorry.” Jaune said “does that hurt?”
“Only a little.”
He could see why. Thin markings were clearly visible all down his wrist. When he started on his other shoulder and noticed similar markings on his other wrist, the realisation struck him. “Did they tie your hands?”
“Only when it was him.” Oscar stifled a chuckle. “I don’t think she really saw me as much of a threat...but she didn’t wanna take any chances with him.
All of a sudden, his feelings of anger towards Ozpin mixed with his feelings of responsibility for Oscar and he found himself feeling bad for the old man.
“Hold still.” With the softer side of the sponge, he dabbed at the blood by the corner of his mouth, only mildly surprised to see the cut underneath had completely healed. “Sounds like he had it pretty ruff...did take all of it though, did he.”
Oscar didn’t bother asking how he knew that. “No. But that was because I didn’t want him too. He wasn’t gonna force it. Not again.”
Momentarily confused, Jaune let the sponge fall. “Why? Why wouldn’t you want him to?” He realised just a second too late how mean that question actually sounded but Oscar didn’t seem to mind.
“I didn’t want them to know he was ready there. Otherwise, it would’ve been worse...was, worse.” He looked at the markings on his wrists. Once again, Jaune felt a pang of sympathy for Ozpin.
Filling a jug full of water, Jaune said “head back.” And Oscar did so, letting the water wash though his hair to drop back into the tub. It was getting dirtier now but they were almost done. “Your very brave.” Juane told Oscar, running his fingers through his wet hair. “You always have been...but that was kinda foolish.”
Once more, he saw the boy holding back a laugh. “It was him she really wanted...and I wasn’t gonna give her what she wanted.” Juane could help but smile too at that, but then it quickly faded when he realised “but you did in the end.”
Up till then, Oscars eyes had been closed but now he opened them. “Yeah.” He lowered his gaze to the slowly dirtying water.
“Hay.” Abandoning both jug and sponge, Juane put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be ashamed. You held up for as long as you could. And...in a way I-I’m glad Oz was there for you...to take hits when, you no longer could.”
That didn’t seem to help much. Oscar lowered his head, his eyes becoming hidden in the dripping locks of his hair. Juane sighed, letting the subject simmer for a while. He would realise in time.
They kept quiet until Juane turned his attention to the scar on Oscars chest. He didn’t want to risk touching it, for fear it would just cause more pain, so he just placed the sponge just above it and pressed it there, causing the water to run down the wound. Even that cause the boy to wince and suck in his breath in pain.
“Shh, this want take a sec.” Jaune tried to reassure him.
Hoping the boy wouldn’t notice, he also tried a bit of his aura amp again but, not to much of his surprise, it didn’t seem to make it any better.
That just left the bruises over his ribs. The water had risen to just below his chest by now, meaning those bruises were partly submerged. This made it a little harder to see them but easier to get them clean.
“Did Hazel do this to you?” Jaune asked, rubbing the bruises away, careful not to press to hard.
“Most of it.” Oscar told him, nodding.
“It doesn’t make sense.” Juane said “Why would he suddenly go from beating your ass to saving it?”
For a moment, Oscar started to look a little smug. “Cause even while he was doing that, I was tryn’a get him to turn...make him see what he was doing was wrong.”
“And how did you manage that in the end?”
“Simple. I told him the truth.”
But before he could ask any more questions, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
Getting up, Jaune turned off the tap and went to see who it was.
It turned out to be Wiess, holding a pile of clean clothes. “Freshly washed.” She says, handing them to him
That was bloody quick
“We’re waiting in the dinning room when your done.”
Jaune took the cloths. “Thanks. We should be out in a minute.”
When he closed the door and looked back, he saw Oscar was laying back in the water, his arms outstretched above him, as if he were examining something on his hands. The marks on his wrist were still there but they were much less visible then before. You had to actually be looking for them and even then to be pretty up close to be able to spot them.
He looked up when Jaune took a towel from the rail and came towards him. Crouching down, he let Oscar put an arm around his shoulders in order to help him out of the tub and Wrapped the towel around his shoulders.
“There.” Juane told him. “That didn’t take to long.”
Meanwhile
“What did you do to him?!”
Emerald stood pouting in a corner while the others looked at her accusingly. “I never touched the boy. I barely even saw him. It was mostly Hazels job to...try and get him to talk.”
“But why...what was she wanted to know?”
Emerald shrugged. “Probably a few things. All I know is that at that moment, she has the lamp but didn’t know how to use it.”
Blake nodded. “So that’s why she needed Oscar.”
There was a pause for a while.
“Did he?” Yang asked, unable to take the silence much longer. “Did he tell her?”
Emerald shook her head. “But I...sometimes a-I could hear it...all the hits...and the screams.” She closed her eyes and looked away. “It was horrifying...listing to him cry out like that”
Was she actually feeling sorry for him?
“But you didn’t try to stop it!”
She actually laughed. “How could I? Then it would’ve been me on the receiving end. They tortured him...beating him until he wept but...he never gave in. I kind of admired that.” She looked up to where Jaune had taken Oscar to get cleaned up. “He’s a brave boy.”
There were looks of shock and sympathy all around. Ruby in particular looked close to tears.
“But wait.” Yang realised “he said Ozpin took the torture for him.”
That seemed to stump Em for a second. “I wandered about that too when I heard cause...I’m pretty sure it was the boy to begin with. Even though it wasn’t really him she wanted...that was the other thing she thought the torture would do. Try and draw the old man out. And I guess it worked in the end but I-I honestly couldn’t tell the difference.”
But that just caused them to ask more questions.
“Why would he want to keep control while going through that?”
“Because I think he knew. If she knew Ozpin was really still there, it would’ve been harder on both of them. He knew that.”
“Well then why would he end up giving it to him in the end.”
Em shrugged again. “I don’t know, I guess it just became too much.” Then when they all just looked her blankly. “Look, I’m not gonna pretend I knew what was going on in that head of his, But if I had to guess, I’d say when we were all brought to the bridge to watch the whale land on atlas, it was him in control then.”
“So you did see him.”
“That was the first time I saw him. Being dragged from that cell it...it looked like he could barely walk.”
Two things happened one after the other: Ruby stifled a sob and the door opened to reveal Wiess coming in. Thanks that later, no one seemed to notice Ruby.
“They say there almost done.” Weiss told the others, referring to Jaune and Oscar. She glared at Emerald as she passed but said nothing.
“Good, cause we really need to talk about things.”
Maybe he’d be able to validate Emeralds claims but they had other problems.
It was a another few minutes until they came in. He still looked a little pale but at least he was clean. Yang moved towards him but he waved her away. “I’ll be fine, don’t fuss.”
He stopped just in front of Emerald. “They treating you alright?” He muttered to her.
She nodded vaguely.
He went to stand my the window...
Let’s be real, it probably didn’t actually happen like this but it still would’ve been nice to see how Oscar went from beaten and tattered to clean and fresh.
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I really really love your blog pretty girl, I check it multiple times a day to see your writing updates, you’re so talented!!! I’m not sure what I would want to request, but I would love to hear any headcannons you have about Whiskey, Din and/or Frankie that you haven’t shared yet!!
Note: thank you so much for taking the time to read my stuff, I appreciate it so much and I’m so glad you enjoy it!!! And I can absolutely whip up some miscellaneous headcanons that I have for them!! 💖💖
Agent Whiskey:
Has two dogs: a big German Shepherd and a tiny mutt of a lapdog, and he spoils both of them rotten. (They absolutely sleep in bed with him. This is non-negotiable.)
An absolute cuddle monster when he gets into a secure relationship. He’s always got a hand on you, an arm around you, or just as much of him on you as he can get if you’re laying in bed or relaxing.
Good at flirting when he has no feelings for the person he’s flirting with. Very Not Good at flirting when he HAS feelings for the person he’s trying to flirt with.
Uses pet names more than your actual name. In fact, he really only calls you by your name if he’s really serious about something or if he absolutely needs to get your attention.
This may be one I’ve talked about before, but I think about it constantly: Jack Daniels loves with everything he has. He absolutely does NOT half ass relationships, especially if they’re serious.
Despite his rough and tumble nature, Jack is surprisingly good at tending to plants. Any type, in any condition, he can probably bring ‘em back and make them thrive again. Flowers, fruits, vegetables, trees, you name it.
A surprisingly good dancer, but not in the traditional sense. He can dance circles around anyone in a bar or club, but he’s gonna fail miserably if you try to make him go ballroom dancing or something similar.
Din Djarin:
I fully subscribe to the touch-starved!Din headcanons. Someone give this man a hug!!! Preferably without all the bulky armor on!!
He’s always keeping an eye on you, especially when the two of you are outside of the Crest and in public somewhere. He’s not above gently grabbing you by the scruff of your shirt to keep you close so you don’t run out of his sight in a crowded place.
At first he’s very hesitant to show any kind of affection, but once he’s used to the idea of it, he’s all over you. He’s especially fond of taking his gloves off just so he can feel his skin on yours in calm moments.
Often has one sided conversations with the child, particularly if something goes wrong with the ship or tracking a bounty. It’ll help him figure out the issue if he can just talk through it, and he figures it’s probably good that the kid hear some speech just in case he ever learns to talk.
If he’s being honest, he doesn’t ever really see himself settling down and getting away from bounty hunting. Not completely, anyway. The chase is a part of him, like it’s in his very blood now. I don’t think he’ll ever be able to fully part from it.
On that same vein though, I can see him mostly settling down with someone. He may still run off once every few months or so to help track a difficult target for someone, just to get the itch under control, but he isn’t opposed to living a life close to someone he loves.
The first time someone’s gentle with him, instead of rough or afraid, he’s not quite sure how to handle it. Once he’s gotten used to it, however, he’ll melt every time. Someone be gentle and soft with this man I’m begging you
Frankie/Catfish Morales:
Got his nickname because he’s the best at catfish noodling. He will NEVER admit this fact, and will 100% deny it if someone asks.
Definitely has an old beater truck that he drives. He could probably afford to get a newer one, but that one has a lotta memories with it and Frankie is a sentimental man.
He is firmly of the opinion that only tent-camping in the middle of the woods can truly be considered “camping”. Using a camper or RV is unheard of for him.
Probably tried to hunt as a sport, but couldn’t do it. He bagged a couple of bucks once, but wound up giving them to locals who used them for meat and other things cause he couldn’t bear to keep them around.
He doesn’t talk about his time in the military. Other than flying, he doesn’t even like to really think about it, honestly. The memories haunt him.
He’s very fond of wrapping you up in a hug and keeping you there for as long as he can. He likes having you close, it’s almost like a security thing for him. He wants to make sure you’re safe.
Likes to take long drives at night, when the rest of the world is asleep. He doesn’t have a destination, he just likes to drive around for a bit and maybe stop to look at the stars at some point if he gets far enough away from the city.
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Oc’s
Nina Heath
Skin tone: dark
Eye color: blue
Hair: curly, dark brown with a blue ombre
Height: 158cm
Weight: 90kg
Age: 23
Gender: nonbinary
Sexuality: bisexual
Details: vitiligo on their left shoulder/right hip/stomach/back/over the left eye, eyebrow piercing, nose ring, lip ring, ears pierced all the way up, sleeve tattoos on both arms, tattoos all over their body (thighs, ankles, torso, back, calves,...)
Personality: confident, chaotic good, gremlin, dumb but kinda smart, loyal, would kill for their friends, would kill their friends, angry, smol and chubby, disastrous bisexual, scary, yell-a-lot, bunnies!, strong, caring
Hobbies: baking, crocheting, arguing, painting nails, reading (but their head hurts), cuddling, kissing, calming their girlfriend down, Fighting with people who hurt their friends/girlfriend (is totaly the embodiment of:
Nina: You made Sophia cry!
Tray: Sophia always cries!
Sophia, crying: That’s not true...)
Hates: dysphoria, homophobes, transphobes, Karens, birds, tall people who make fun of them, their glasses (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), contacts (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), headaches
Job: baker
Sophia Georgening
Skin tone: caramel
Eye color: green
Hair: really messy,straight (unlike her), bob cut with a triangle undercut at the back if her head, ginger
Height: 186cm
Weight: 78kg
Age: 24
Gender: cis woman
Sexuality: lesbian
Details: freckles all over her face and shoulders, bushy eyebrows with an eyebrow cut in the left one, tongue piercing, tattoo of a Phoenix on her back between the shoulder blades, Nina and a heart tattooed on her right bicep, ripped (seriously, she’s buff, she has abs, biceps, triceps, she could crush a melon with her thighs, the CaLvEs,...), wears her hair tied up in a messy bun almost 90% of the time, vegetarian and whenever she eats a product that came from an Animal like milk or an egg, she apologizes to said animal
Personality: calm, thoughtful, lawful good, a TrEe, loving, caring, silent, secretly anxious, strict, tidy, colected, extremely smart but almost never shows it, a bottom, sensitive, crybaby
Hobbies: blacksmithing, archery (but she never shoots at living targets and cries when she needs to shoot at plastic animals), working out, running, kickboxing (even tho she apologizes to her oponent afterwards), helping people out, petting animals, kissing, cuddling
Hates: sad movies, Animal cruelty, mean people, social interactions (but she’s good at hiding it), not much else, she thinks that everyone deserves another chance and that all people have some good in them
Job: works in a flower shop, part time blacksmith/gym trainer
Tray Black
Skin tone: light
Eye color: yellow
Hair: short, bright blue
Height: 175cm
Weight: 69kg
Age: 20
Gender: genderflux (using all pronouns, mostly they/them, so they’ll be refered to as such while description is going on)
Sexuality: asexual panromantic
Details: nose ring (changes up every day), extravagant earrings, sleeve tattoo on their right arm, a snake tattooed around their left thigh, colorful/black clothing (they either look like a neon paint bomb or as a black hole), they rarely bind but pack rather often (bottom dysphoria is worse then the top one), a lot of rings and bracelets (you always know when they’re near since you hear clanking), hats, always wearing earphones
Personality: they’re really extra in every way, chill, sarcastic, funny, flegmatic, pesimistic, both love and hate attention, very competitive, potterhead but hates JK, totaly a Slytherin (and not just because of the snakes), a bit arrogant, very good leader, very very smart, good at arguments (seriously, you so don’t want to get into an argument with them, they’ll obliterate you)
Hobbies: singing, drums, gaming, playing the guitar, sketching people/sceneries, reading (mostly sci-fi/fantasy), dying hair, combining jewelry with clothes, listening to music, taking care of their pet sneks
Hates: shoping, overplayed pop songs, dogs, teeth, the summer (it’s too damn hot for them), homophobes/transphobes, J.K. Rowling, terfs, politics (the people)
Job: part time at Nina’s bakery, studying politology and sociology, in the school band
Connor Wearings
Skin tone: lightly tanned (not as pale as Tray but not as dark as Sophia)
Eye color: heterochromia - left eye is green, right eye is grey
Hair: curly, short, hazelnut brown
Height: 168cm
Weight: 64kg
Age: 21
Gender: demiboy (using he/him pronouns but not quite cis)
Sexuality: asexual, aromantic
Details: freckles. everywhere., always smiling (he’s got dimples), dressed freely (skirts, dress, pants, blouses, shirts, heels, crop tops, hoodies,...), he’s really comfortable in his body and yet he’s not fully comfortable with all that comes with it, smol bean, the cutest little pout, ALWAYS covered in paint, fingers are pernamently covered in bandaids, wears a bandana to hold his hair back while working
Personality: he’s a total sweetheart, kind, helpful, outgoing, happy-go-lucky, loving, caring, funny, always laughing/smiling, really hard to piss him off, really easy to make him upset (another embodiement of ‘he always cries), ‘Maybe I can drink my problems away’ *opens capri-sun*, dog lover, puppy-like personality, loyal
Hobbies: drawing, cooking, baking, petting animals, fluffy things!, crocheting, sewing, painting, dressing up, making tea, helping his friends, hugging, holding hands, platonic relationships
Hates: arguments, people who make fun of someone, rude people, loud music, the dark, the cold, octopuses, dark colors, unfinished jobs
Job: studying art, psychology and doing a baking course at the moment (very productive and capable), working a part-time at a convinience store and a daycare centre (the kids love him)
Abram Hayze
Skin tone: dark
Eye color: hazelnut
Hair: deep brown, curly and fluffy
Height: 197cm
Weight: 78kg
Age: 19
Gender: agender - e/em/eir/emself pronouns
Sexuality: pansexual, demiromantic
Details: e has a lot of moles all over eir body, mostly presents androgynous, yet sometimes likes to present feminine, had very unaccepting parents so whenever e is forced to go to a more profesional setting or to meet with older people, e presents masculine even though e hates it, very proud of eir hair, love to play with them when e’s nervous and try new hairstyles all the time, e never dyes it tho, piercings on both ears, piercing under the lip, piercing in the bellybutton
Personality: e is really calm, likes to think and be alone, yet also loves to spend time with eir friends, smiling a lot, always there when someone needs em, really perceptive and no one really knows how e does it, but e seems to know about a lot of stuff that other people don’t (it’s just the fact that e is very trustworthy and so a lot of people let their guard down around em), e is also really into debates, but not the political ones like Tray, eir partner, but rather ones about books, headcannons and interests, e is also really sneaky and likes to play tricks and pranks on people, especially confusing them with the food that e eats, e is chaotic good
Habbies: reading, hiding around places and letting emself be found in the most ridiculous positions, putting stuff on the top shelves when e is hanging out with eir friends (the short ones), sitting in strange places where no one knows how e got in, sleeping
Hates: homophobes/transphobes, people with no sense of humor, long waits, queues, places with a lot of people, the dark
Job: studying psychology, working part-time in a hairdressing shop
Tenzin Arish
Skin tone: slightly tanned
Eye color: purple
Hair: deep black, short (one side is totaly buzzed and the other is a bit longer) the ends are bleached and dyed (purple, blue, green, pink) depending on their mood
Height: 164cm
Weight: 58kg
Age: 22
Gender: nonbinary (xe/ xeir/ xem)
Sexuality: queer
Details: xe are really skinny and fairly androgynous, no one actually knows what xeir biological sex is and xe aren’t gonna tell anyone anytime soon, xe present androgynously, yet sometimes xe like to present masc/fem, depending on the day, xe love xeir hair and that’s why xe dye them so often, if xe don’t like the color, it can even change daily
Personality: sarcasm and irony are the two languages xe speak in, xe like coffee and practicaly live off of it, no one ever saw xem sleep, xe are always online and always awake when someone knocks on xeir door at any time (so xeir friends know that when they need a friend, xe will be awake whenever they decide to come there), xe love helping people with their mental problems yet xe never try to solve xeir own, the only other language xe speak is memes
Hobbies: taking care of stray animals, helping people out (whether it’s an old lady who needs to cross the street or a protestor who needs protection from the rubber bullets/tear gas), protesting, breaking down gender boundaries, educating people on the LGBTQ+ history, history itself, archeology, xe love caves and everything that has to do with geology
Hates: homophobes/transphobes, terfs, anyone who’s stupidly using history (especially against the LGBTQ+ comunity), plants (xe have alergies), flowers (xe think it’s overated)
Job: part-time job in a museum, studying history and geology
Okay, so I hope you enjoy...this? Please inform me if my autocorrect misgendered one of my sweethearts, I proofread it but one can never be so sure. To be clear: all of them hate transphobes/homophobes, racists, terfs, neon*zis, Tr*mp supporters and everyone else who is somehow harming people or disrespecting their rights, I just really didn’t have the willpower to write everything of this down in every Single one of the hate columns because that would mean I have to think about it and that would do me no good, because I really didn’t want to have a mental breakdown while writing about my oc’s. That’ll be all, thanks for comming to my TED talk.
Tags: @exhaustedauthor @definietlynotsatan @detroit-become-snail @nyamafriend and @ anyone who wants to read this. Bye!
#my oc’s#luv them#no misgendering!#(or at least I hope so)#i am looking 👁👁#i don’t know how to tag this#sorry
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I can't stop thinking about your madame red au and the headcannons you wrote last. Can I ask for Joker and reader where she helps him during the dance and all and defends him behind his back when some ladies are shocked because ,,how dare a woman lead a man?!". And maybe Madame Red notices the reader and her behaviour towards Joker and the others and already ships them? Sorry it's so long. Headcannons or scenarios are fine. 😅😁
PLEASE DON’T BE SORRY, THIS IS ALL I EVER WANT IN LIFE AND I OWE U FOR REQUESTING IT
it got so hecking long omg I never plan for things to get this long but when I like something a lot it just kind of happens!!!
The fact that your new companion is missing an arm seems to bother you far less than it does him, at least in the context of trying to figure out how to position yourselves to dance.
“I just, ah ― oof, Lord ― I-I dunno if this is gonna work.” His face is about as red as his hair by now, and he just draws himself away from you. “I’m… I’m sorry. This pro’ly ain’t such a good idea, beauty. Why, uh, why don’t ye go dance wit’ someone else?”
Able to feel other people’s eyes on you both, you shamelessly step back toward him. “Because I want to dance with you. It’s not really that big a deal, is it? There has to be a way.”
He offers you a timid smile. “Be m’ guest, m’ lady.”
The sound of several other girls tittering behind their fans as they watch the man flounder is all the determination you need.
“So I shall!” You return his smile before analyzing the situation. After a moment, you make a move: you wrap your arm around his waist and draw him flush against you. This might be a good start… “Hm, this may work. If I keep my arm here, then I can support you. That way, we can hold hands and you don’t have to worry about losing your grip or anything, because I’ll be holding you.”
Another round of blush blooms over his cheeks. “T-this ain’t exac’ly proper, though, is it? I mean… Mum said th’ man’s s’posed ta be th’ one wit’ ‘is arm round the lady’s waist. Heh, treatin’ me like a lady, are ye? Makin’ a joke like ev’ryone else?”
You can’t help but to burst out laughing, though you take care not to be too loud. The two of you have enough attention on you already, and you get the sense that it’s not the good kind, so you don’t want to attract more. “What?? I wouldn’t make a joke of you. It’s just that we have to do things a bit differently, and we have to do whatever works. It doesn’t mean I’m treating you like a lady. If this is what works, then that should be the proper thing, shouldn’t it?”
“… Well…” His good arm scratches at the side of his cheek as he seems to think that over. It makes a lot of sense, as far as you’re concerned. The very definition of proper is that something is correct. If the way you normally dance doesn’t work when dancing with him, then clearly it isn’t proper. “I, ah, guess I never thought ‘f it that way b’fore. Good way ta put it. This is… alrigh’, then? Dancin’ like this? Ye don’t mind it?”
“Of course not. It’ll be kind of exciting to do things differently.” With your free hand, you take his, weaving your fingers into the spaces between his and noting how it just feels right. “I think this is song is meant to be waltzed to, so… one, two, three?” you tease.
When he chuckles, it’s a sound like golden honey. He has such a lovely voice, and a bright laugh to match even as he’s keeping it soft. “One, two, three, it is, m’ beauty.”
So the two of you start to move. As you lead him around the dance floor, you focus on him rather than all the people who are staring at you. “By the way, I don’t think we introduced ourselves. I’m (Name). And your name?”
“Ah, it’s JOKER,” he hums. “Mum told me she’d never heard ‘f anyone wit’ tha’name, but I picked it m’self a while ago. Never ‘ad any other one.”
“Huh… Lady Durless-Barnett isn’t your mother by blood, right?”
“Aye, tha’s right. She found us all an’ took us in.”
“So, what about the woman who gave birth to you? She didn’t give you any kind of name?”
He averts his eyes down toward your feet with a halfhearted shrug. “She didn’t. Rather not talk ‘bout any o’ that, ‘f ye don’t mind.”
You frown, but recover quickly. “Oh… no, that’s fine. I understand. Then ― all the others that Lady Durless-Barnett took in along with you. You were all basically a family before she found you? You’re all brothers and sisters?”
“Mhm. Tha’s ‘ow we’ve always thought o’ each other.”
“That’s so sweet.” You glance around the room for a minute, spotting some of them, and you can’t help the smile that settles on your lips. “What are their names? What are they like?”
His own smile is back at those questions. “Well… th’ two over sittin’ in th’ chairs, that’s Mally an’ Dagger. They’re each missin’ a leg. Both a bit ‘otheaded, if ye ask me, but that jus’ means they’re also passionate an’ determined. Go ta th’ ends o’ the Earth f’r ye if they think ye deserve it.”
“What about the tall fellow standing by the punch?”
Joker laughs and this time a little snort makes its way out. “Aw, that’s Jumbo. Ye can tell righ’ off what’s goin’ on with ‘im, can’t ye? I knoo he looks scary, but ‘e’s got the biggest ‘eart I ever seen. More afraid o’ ye than ye are o’ him, I’d wager. That suit don’t fit ‘im right; Mum did ‘er best.”
“And the girl next to him by the refreshment table ― the one with cake all over her dress?”
“Ah, God! She’s got it all dirty already, does she?” That grin of his is… really something. “Tha’s Freckles. We call ‘er Doll sometimes, too. Ye knoo, she’s pro’ly the brightest outta all o’ us, ‘r at least brighter’n I am. She’s pretty much th’ heart o’ our li’l group, always got a smile f’r us all.”
“I think the last two are… running around flirting? They seem to be half everyone else’s height?”
It’s obvious that the image is hilarious to him. “Oh, Peter an’ Wendy. Those two only grew ta a certain ‘eight, an’ they’re ‘bout as inseparable as anythin’. Peter can be a bitter pill ta swallow, rough round the edges… come ta think ‘f it, so can Wendy, she’s jus’ quieter. Once ye get ta know ‘em, though, ye see they ain’t bad at all.”
You give one more look at all of them, then return your gaze to Joker’s face. “… So, how about you?”
He blinks a few times, looking surprised. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” you giggle. “Now that I know that everyone else is passionate, nice,energetic, loyal… what are you? How would you describe yourself the way you just described your family?”
“Oh… er…” And he’s blushing again. Precious. “I… dunno, really.”
A hum vibrates up from your throat. “I suppose I’ll just have to find out for myself, then. As it stands, this is one of the most pleasant dances I’ve ever had with someone, so I would use charming as a starting point.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Ye think?”
“I’ve done this a few times, you know.” You lead him in the next step, twirling around with him in your arms. “So far, you’re probably the best dance partner I’ve had. You’re very sweet.”
“Awh, ye’re havin’ a go at me. Don’t make me blush, beauty.”
As the song transitions into a new one, you lean over and give a very light kiss to his cheek. “Oh, don’t limit me like that. You’re very handsome when you blush.”
You loosen your arm so that he can move away if he doesn’t want to dance for another song. “So,” you say, “would you like to go for another song?”
He shifts himself out of your arms. “Actually, sure. But first, would it… maybe be alrigh’ if I brought Mally an’ Dagger over? They both been poutin’ over not bein’ able ta dance, an’, well, if ye can find a good way ta ‘elp me dance, I bet ye could f’r them too. Sure make ‘em real happy, if ye’re up f’r that.”
“Oh… of course! I’m nothing if not up for a challenge.” You step back and give him a curtsy. “Hurry back!”
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“Joker, darling, did I just see you were dancing with (Name) (Surname)? Goodness, and you didn’t think you’d be confident enough to ask anyone to dance, yet you asked the most beautiful, eligible woman in the room!”
Joker shoots a nervous grin at his mother, who’s currently fanning herself as she surveys her party. “Actually, she… she was th’ one who asked me.”
“What?” Anne’s eyes get even wider, sparkling devilishly. “Oh, my!! That can only mean one thing. She’s interested in you.”
“Her? Oh, Mum, she’s lovely, she really is, but… I-I dunno.” Just thinking about you makes his heart skip a beat. He’s very much interested in you, but the two of you did just meet, and he’s… missing pieces. “She couldn’t be int’rested in me.”
Anne pauses in the motion to point her fan toward the dance floor. “Then why is she doing that?”
When Joker turns his head where his mother is pointing, he not only sees what you’re doing, he hears it too. Currently, you’re positioned as if in a stand-off with one of the other attendees.
“― And you don’t know anything about him! You want to insult someone, pick on someone your own size and come at me. Go on! If you want me to tell my father to cut off business with yours, I dare you to say something. A woman leading a man in a waltz isn’t that strange! Well? Suddenly you don’t have anything to say? Just turn around like the coward you are, and if I hear you so much as breathe another word about him, you will be sorry.”
Joker’s attention isn’t even on the fact that the other lady turns bright red before flouncing off with her friends. He doesn’t care about her reaction; he cares about what you’re saying and doing. What…?
It would appear you’re defending him from someone who tried to make rude remarks about him. Why? Isn’t that the kind of thing that could ruin your standing if you get too heated about it? Why would you risk that just because someone made a cruel comment about someone you barely know? Why would you threaten such a big thing as changing your father’s business partners for him, who’s basically a stranger to you?
Anne’s giggling as she nudges Joker with one elbow. “Keeping that in mind, we should start thinking about whether you’d like a June wedding or a December wedding.”
“Mum!!” he snorts, though his face is all aglow with a soft pink. “That’s not… I’m not… she’s…”
“She likes you. Which, of course, proves that she has excellent taste.” Anne runs an affectionate hand through her son’s hair. “Why don’t you set up a date with her, sweetheart?”
Joker’s gaze returns to you, still standing in the middle of the dance floor, arms crossed, silently daring anyone to say anything mean about him or any of the others, while he remembers how kindly you treated him.
“… I just might do that, Mum. Just might.”
#twennari#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Joker#reader insert#romantic#Madame Red Savior AU#drama#fluff#THIS IS ALL I WANT HOLY FUCK#I'M SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED IN THIS AU BECAUSE I WILL BLEED FOR THIS AU!!!!!#queued
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HEADCANON TIME!
Back at it again! This time, take 2 with everyone’s favorite wizard, Magolor!
(Fair warning: some suggestive themes and topics will be implied, also curse words are gonna be used)
Not so much of a good chef. Marx always nags him about food whenever he gets the munchies going, but Magolor tends to avoid burning the spactula by throwing a few snacks at him.
Since the beginning of Star Allies, Marx has been bunking with Magolor cuz this crazy ass purple prick can’t make a living off of street performing. Maybe he might move out one day when he gets a more experienced job.
Pretty damn bisexual and he show it well. While he ain’t the kind to perform in bed every evening he knows exactly how to set the mood.
He sometimes likes to invent knew machinery or learn new spells in his spare time. Susie usually becomes rather intrigued by his creations and is always eager to start collaborating.
He was very protective of his family ever since his parents died, and it was one of the reasons as to why he went after the crown in the first place. Alas, his selflessness turned to selfishness and he forgot all about his brother and sister because of his greed.
He’s sorta a himbo, because despite being very intelligent mechanic and magic wise, he isn’t the wisest guy you’ll meet.
He is an affectionate bastard, however. If you’re feeling down, he’ll try to lighten up the mood with jokes or awful puns because everyone needs comedy relief.
That being said, he can be quite funny, and a lot of his jokes are very creative or so funny that he’ll have you on the floor wheezing till your throat is dry.
He’s a total bro. He gives bro hugs, hand shakes, he talks in weird slang, and he’s just a nice guy to hang out with.
Still very, VERY guilty about the crown incident and the whole betrayal thing. Kirby likes to keep him in his huge ass friend groups, but there’s occasional situations or moments where Kirby, or anyone whose learned about the incident, would be weary around him or be hesitant to trust him. Magolor and Kirby’s relationship isn’t struggling as much anymore, thankfully, and Magolor has done a lot of things good and really proves his effort into becoming a better person.
Yes, women flock to him. He handsome I know.
(Ship warning)
He and Flamberge make a good couple, and a disaster is waiting to happen with them around.
*giggles* I love em
Any headcannons of your own? Put em in the comments below!!!!
#Magolor#Headcannons#Magolor/Flamberge#What’s the ship name?#Flamolor#Yeah let’s keep it at that#Magolor Headcannons
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The Demon and the Board (beetlejuice fanfiction
Otherwise known as "Beeja-Board 2 electric boogaloo" also known as "I actually put a lot of effort into this, but I'm going to pretend like I didnt and make jokes about it to protect my pride lol"
Couple of PSAs: 1. So, this is kind of a sequel to my beetlejuice ouija board headcannons, check that out to see how we got here, and 2. So, I'm not all that experienced in writing BJ, so constructive criticism is always welcome! Hopefully I'll figure him out as we go along.
Ok, here we go!
"So babes, you wanna know what a bio exorcist is?" The green haired demon asked through a smirk. You stared at him blankly, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. One moment you were playing with an ouija board, then shit got wild and now theres a demon standing in your bedroom. And to make matters worse, his suit was giving you a headache. "Wh...what the hell?!" You asked, confused. "Who are you, wha-..." you started putting the pieces together. "You're beetlejuice, arent you?" "Sh sh shhh!!" The specter scolded you. "Careful with the b word babes. And yea, thats me," he flashed you a wicked grin "the ghost with the most."
You laughed a bit. Well, more forcefully breathed out. "Holy shit I summoned a demon." "Yes, yes you did!" He laughed, "now, do you wanna know what a bio exorcist is or not?" You rolled your eyes at the admittedly cute man in front of you. "Sure," you shrug, "what is a bio exorcist?" Beetlejuice grinned and whipped out a white board. "Ok, so, when you die in your house, you have to stay there for a certain amount of time" he said, drawing a house with little dead stick figures in it. "But, as you a breather know, when people are no longer alive, and therefore can no longer pay rent, new, living people are brought in to pay for the house!" He explained, erasing the dead stick figures and putting in living ones. "Now, normally, this ain't a problem. If you dont like the new roommates, scare em out" he started drawing ghosts. "But what if you're bad at scaring? See, that's where I come in."
Beetlejuice threw the whiteboard behind his back and smiled, standing straighter and straightening out his suit. He stuck his hand out for you to shake. You did. He was...cold yes, but somehow warmer than you expected. "Hi!" He grinned, "I'm B-E-E-T-L-E-J-U-I-C-E, The bio exorcist! I come in and scare out all the breathers so you can breath easy, and ya know, rest in peace and all that jazz!"
You laughed. You found it odd that he spelled out his name despite no longer being in the ouija board, but still found his whole display very entertaining. And oh man, he looked pleased as punch to get a laugh out of you. He had to admit, he found this breather to be better looking than most. They seemed so sweet too...
"So what's your name beautiful" he grinned, showing off his slightly yellow teeth. "Y/N" you said, grinning back. "And, I appreciated the lesson in bio exorcism. Is that a common profession for the afterlife?" Beetlejuice shook his head. "Nope! I'm the one and only! Pretty damn good at it too, if I do say so myself." He seemed so cocky and sure of himself. What you wouldn't give for that kind of confidence...
"So, wait," you asked, "if you're a bio exorcist, what we're you doing in an ouija board?" Suddenly, the spectors demeanor changed. It looked almost like his vibrate green hair started to turn blue at the ends and he scratched the back of his head, looking down. "Well, eh... being dead is kind of lonely. I dont talk to anyone really. Well, I mean, there's my best friend, but shes got like, school and stuff, and friends that are still alive like here and we dont talk as much as we used to. Theres this dead couple that live- well...exist in the house too, but I'm pretty sure I'm just annoying to them. I'm annoying to everyone. I though ouija board duty would be a good way to make new friends." Something he said bothered you. "You dont annoy me" you assured the demon. "Yet" he mumbled back. You smiled softly at him.
"I dont think you can annoy me. I dont believe it." "Oh you should." He said bluntly, "I'm a demon for a reason." You shook you head, "nope, done believe it. You'll have to prove it." Beetlejuice looked up at you, a smile tugging at his lips as he caught on. "Oh yea? Is that a challenge?" He purred, the green returning to his hair. Did...did it change color with his moods?
"Yes sir, yes it is!" You said smugly. "I bet I could summon you every day and still not get annoyed." "Oh you're on!" Beetlejuice laughed, loving a good challenge. Then, he felt it. The farmilar tug in the back if his head of a summons. Lydia. Shit, how long had he been gone? She must be worried about him.
"Uh, hey babes, I gotta go. Urgent bio exorcist business." He said, dispite not wanting to leave. "But, I'm holding you to this challenge! If you dont summon me tomorrow, I'm gonna say I won. You know how to summon me, no excuses!!" You laughed and smiled reassuringly. "Dont worry, I'll summon you." You promised. Beetlejuice smiled as he started to become smokey and vanish. "You better" was the last thing you heard him say.
Definitely not what you expected when you decided to play with an ouija board. Though, you're definitely not upset at the outcome either.
(A/N: so like, I did my best. It's not great but, I also dont hate it. As always constructive criticism is welcome and if you want this to be a series just let me know!! I had a lot of fun writing it!
Edit: someone said they liked it better when I color coded it, and then I realized I forgot to color code it before posting last night!!! So here it is, now coded with colors lol)
#beetlejuice x reader#beetlejuice musical#beetlejuice#beetlejuice fanfiction#@actual-cat-human#ouija beetlejuice#ouija board#ouijajuice#color coded
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(This isn't game cannon Simon, this is Simon that everyone interacts with. Simon's opinions are also mine.)
HOGWARTS MYSTERY SURVEY
Simon walked into the empty classroom that he was sent to. Sitting at one of the desks was a younger looking man, he had what looked like a press badge on. Simon sat across from him and they started, giving Simon no chance to talk.
Favorite Gryffindor?
"Charlie, if I have to pick from my year. Otherwise, Bill. He's been a great adoptive older brother and Charlie has sort if taken me in too."
Least Favorite Gryffindor?
Simon frowned.
"I wouldn't say I have a least favorite Gryffindor. Ben has gotten kind of reckless and I worry about him but I know he wants to be treated fairly. Jae is some what of a troublemaker and does some things I don't approve of, yet as long as he is safe I don't bother him about it."
Favorite Hufflepuff?
Simon's face flushed.
"I mean.. uhm.." *he clears his throat* "I can't be biased now can I, that wouldn't be fair."
He cleared his throat and continued.
"Emmaline is my favorite Hufflepuff, She and Alfie are my closest friends but Em wins top spot. Charia is also one of my favorites, she is really sweet and a great friend. Tonks is my go to when I need to let off some steam and have a laugh."
Least Favorite Hufflepuff?
"Again, I wouldn't say I have a least favorite in this house."
He thought for a moment and frowned
"I do dislike that Penny always wants to hang around me, and I do mean always. She is really nice though and does help me with potions when I struggle. Bea can be a bit hard to talk to as well but she has had a traumatic experience and I don't push her to socialize with me."
Favorite Ravenclaw?
"After Rowan, I would say Tulip and Talbot. Tulip and Tonks help me let lose at times and have fun. Talbot, he sort of showed me my inner self"
Simon fidgeted and hoped the man didn't know about the boys being Animagi.
Least Favorite Ravenclaw?
"Chester."
Simon sort of laughed
"I know he has graduated and was my prefect but goodness did he press earning house points."
Favorite Slytherin?
"Barnaby, he is actually a lot smarter than people think and he is really good with magical creatures. Merula as well, to many people's surprise, she isn't as bad as she thinks she is and tries to be."
Least Favorite Slytherin?
"Ismelda, I still don't forgive her for casting that spell toward me, Barnaby jumped in the way, poor guy."
Favorite Quidditch Player?
"Murphy!"
Simon smiled.
"I love listening to him and playing wizard chess. I sometimes forget that he is even in a wheelchair until he goes to move."
Least Favorite Quidditch Player?
"Skye Parkin. Tag her up for my least favorite Gryffindor too actually."
Simon frowned and furrowed his brow
"I like her well enough but she is really bull headed and only seems to care about winning the Quidditch Cup for her house. She also messed up our common room because Erika is in Ravenclaw and assumed she had Skye's broom."
Favorite Teacher?
"Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout. Flitwick is my head of house so I may be biased, but I enjoy spending time in the greenhouses and Professor Sprout let's me tend to the plants."
Least Favorite Teacher?
Simon hesitated to answer right away.
"Snape..." he responded quietly "Snape and Raepick... Snape seems to compare me to my brother and Raepick does as well but in a different light, she seems almost obsessed to have me behave like him. You could even say I loathe her for what she did to my best friend."
Favorite non-Teacher Adult?
"Hagrid, Of course! Madame Pomfrey as well because she is very kind and always welcomes an extra hand to tend to sick students. I love to spend time with Fang though and now that he isn't afraid of cats, I bring Scrapfoot along. Hagrid is always happy to see us of course."
Least Favorite non-Teacher adult?
Simon laughs.
"Do you want me to make you a list to save some time? Rita Skeeter, Lockheart, Filch, Barnaby's Uncle, Fenrir Greyback. There is bound to be more, I'd just rather continue."
Rate Rowan on a scale of 1-10.
"I'd always rate Rowan 10/10, now he has those scars from... well he and Ben have some cool scars, unfortunately Rowan lost sigh in one of his eyes. So now I'd rate him an 11/10 because he's always gonna be my best friend and now he has a cool story to tell when people ask about the scars."
Rate Jacob on a scale of 1-10.
Simon looks down at the table and fidgets.
"If you had asked me when I was younger I probably would have said 8. Now we have drifted apart and I don't know.. I'd say 5? He is still my brother."
Rate Your Similarity to Your Player on a scale of 1-10. (Or you to your MC)
Simon laughs.
"We share the same name, the same initials, same hair color. The main difference is that I have blue eyes. I'm pretty sure he made me to be him but better.. uh... transitioned."
Simon's smile faded.
"I know you're a trans-male, Simon, it's alright. The magical world isn't as open about it or much LGBT stuff" the young man winks and shows him a bi pin inside his coat. "I can tell with how you carry yourself. I've seen it a lot in many similar men. Let's continue, shall we?"
Favorite Side Quest?
"I'm not sure if I do have a favorite. My few with Talbot are definitely up there, along with Chiara. Other than that I'm not sure"
Least Favorite Side Quest?
"Most anything that has to do with Quidditch. Having to be on the pitch with Skye is no fun, let alone all of the stuff I have to do while flying. I enjoy flying but let me play my sports on the ground, thank you."
The young man looked at Simon and smiled.
"That's all I needed, let your head of house know I'm ready for the next student. Thank you for your input Simon, and have a good rest of your day."
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You can definitely see my headcannons with these answers. Almost nothing is along with the game.
Tagging a few:
@death-or-sleep @carmilla-the-bird @ryollie @weasley-adoptee @goldhexes @weirdcursedvaultkid
[I was working on this all day (4/28) and I'm now posting it at 1:50 am on 4/29/2020 I'm going to sleep now]
#hphm mc#hphm characters#hphm ravenclaw#hphm#hphm oc#hphm simon#hogwarts mystery survey#hphm Alfred#hphm Alfie#hphm Em#hphm Emmeline#Alfred Steele#Emmeline Wayward
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Hey! You've probably already made a post for this and if so I'm really sorry, but do you have any LOST post-finale headcannons?
Don’t be sorry! And, yes... yes I do. Including but not limited to:
kate/claire & miles/richard are Things now, my post-finale otps. like, friends to lovers. both pairings eventually married with kids
kate and sawyer stay as friends, I like ‘em better than way
okay All of these friendships and relationships are great and i love them but i have extra delight for miles being besties with kate and claire
i give kate n claire about a year of living together before they get together (time for claire’s recovery, all of kate’s pregnancy (more on that next), an for claire to realise she’s into women, specifically kate. she just had to be exposed to kate’s Bi Aura a while before she got it. and no way was kate gonna make the first move, so claire gotta get the ball rolling with an adorably nervous confession and a tippy toe kiss
ya know that bit when kate and jack bang before they got on the ajira flight? i hc that kate got pregnant from that (the time between that event and the finale is like 2 weeks) and thus kate has jack’s (rip) baby and it’s a boy named david (basically i got that theory that david shephard in limbo was david austen in living life) and kate n claire raise two boys together
claire is also gonna need a lot of therapy/recovery time, she’s not okay
desmond and penny have a daughter and name her danielle in honour of daniel
before miles got on the boat he put a buncha stuff in storage so even with his old place rented out, he’s got something to work with. richard is kinda disorientated by his new life and miles sees that and in a fit of Character Growth induced kindness, offers that he stay with him. hotel rooms at first but its a start. (ken said miles would “take care” of richard post-finale)
i give miles and richard about 3 months of living together before they Smash and also feelings. takes a while for miles to deal with that because he’s not into romantic relationships and love so This Is New For Him. and also richard has his own angst about being in a relationship again AND it’s a guy AND the age difference (150 years). miles legit doesn’t care about that (finds it kinda freaky but is meh) but richard feels weird for some time
i dunno what sawyer and frank are doing (besides being friends to everybody else) but i support them [pops the southern US lads in the corner] y’all be good now ya hear?
oh i mentioned more kids for the next gen, 10 years post finale richard and miles decide to have kids together. claire very kindly offers to be surrogate and they have twin girls, izzie (isabella) and lara alpert-straume
i like to picture kate and miles, post the birth of the twins, having a little bonding moment over how they bother never thought *they’d* become parents. like, miles found the idea of him becoming a dad to be absurd. and kate never thought she’d be a mom. but it happened. fyi all the parents that the post finale entails are great parents because Break The Cycle!!! good parents in lost? it’s more likely than you think!
claire becomes close friends with liam and his family and in turn he considers claire and aaron to be members of the pace family
oh, claire finally listens to driveshaft and she feels really guilty that she thinks their music is awful. but is still fond of it out of love, ya know
claire makes a point of never mentioning thomas. aaron is raised to believe that charlie pace is his biological fatherbecause fuck you thomas nobody likes you. it helps that aaron just looks like claire but a boy (short, blue eyes, blonde) so outsiders wouldn’t be any the wiser. (side note: charlie had asked claire to never tell anybody he’s trans and she’ll keep that promise forever, so outsiders dunno it’s not bio possible). to claire, charlie is aaron’s real dad in spirit due to Love and that’s that
aaron also has a hero worship thing going on with charlie, and david does so with jack too to a lesser degree. this is a result of kate and claire doing a Don’t Speak Ill Of The Dead thing that is common and thus the boys only hear about how great and brave their dads were and never the flaws
hurley, ben, walt and vincent live on the island together but also hurley gives richard powers to ben (by accident, he JUST got his powers) and vincent (on purpose, walt deserves time with his dog)
walt is gonna be the protector after hurley is done
hurley decides he’s done with this once all of his friends have died. he long ago created a mural for All Those We Have Lost and has been adding more and more to it over the years. hurley and ben went to all their funerals too
ji yeon is raised by her grandmother but she’s practically like a daughter to kate and claire
all the kiddos are friends and have known about the crazy magical world they live in all their lives so they’re pretty casual about it
“remember sweethearts, we don’t tell anybody at school about how papa is almost 200 and daddy can talk to ghosts” - richard (later miles and richard have to visit the principal's office because Guess Why)
claire becomes an illustrator for children’s books
penny funds the creation of a scientific education... place called The Daniel Faraday Institute. penny never met her little brother but he saved desmond’s life twice over and was part of bringing her and desmond together so she feels his life deserves honouring (that and i imagine kate and/or miles mentioned That Shit That Went Down with daniel)
eloise visits the opening of this place and needless to say, our squad really doesn’t like her being there. ranging from anger, seething and aching disappointment (last one’s from richard) and miles even tells her to drop dead in his own special way: “i hope i hear from you soon”
i imagine post-finale at lots of points but i like to default to 15 years later (2022) at a party kate n claire decided to throw for the anniversary. hurley, ben, walt and vincent visit (claire drops her plates when she sees that van out front) and it’s like :D :O ???!!!!! and also all the ghosts appear to hurley because now that he’s off island, they wanna see everybody!
fyi i imagine that ghost thing never stopped being a thing for hurley
before hurley finally does die, the last thing he sees is his death bed surrounded by *everybody who has died*. michael thanks him for taking care of walt. libby kisses him on the cheek. i imagine some other words of encouragement, like jack asking hurley to let go (heh). its all very sweet and sad and most the couples of holding hands (also i imagine this and every time i think i have everybody, i remember even more people!). and then, holding walt’s hand, with vincent beside him, hurley dies
(ending Ghost Time and kickstarting Limbo Time. maybe? i dunno)
#on a scale of sawyer to miles how much thought have i put into a character post finale#lost headcanons#not Everything duh but still a fair amount#anything else or any further elaboration - go ahead and ask#talker32332
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Return to the Winchester Mansion
Hey! This is a short fic I wrote based off the season premiere of BFU Supernatural Season 5!
Pairing: Shyan
Headcannon: Shyan, Demon Shane
Rating: PG (so far)
Word count: 5K (so far)
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The Winchester Mansion. The very first place Shane and Ryan had ever investigated, and the place where Shane had first decided that he had wanted to do this- ghost hunting or whatever- with Ryan for as long as they could. The crew had drove to the location from their office in LA, the van crammed full of people and filming equipment.
They were all chatty, cracking jokes, sharing embarrassing stories and making fun of each other. They stopped for dinner at a McDonalds, and as a result, the van smelled like fried food for the rest of the drive. At one point, Ryan and Shane had started throwing fries at the people in the front seats.
By nightfall, the crew reached the location. Through the window, Shane could see the sprawling mansion once again, and it reminded him of his first impression of it, and how touristy it was. The van pulled up and the crew piled out, and started to unload the equipment. Grateful to stretch his long legs, Shane walked around a bit.
He made his way over to Ryan as the crew started to set up.
"Are you ready?"
Ryan looked up into Shane's eyes, and Shane tried to push the feeling of his gut tightening away.
"No, but we're going to do this anyway."
Shane shot him a grin, and together they made their way up the sidewalk.
Standing outside the front door, they both took a moment to gaze at the giant maze of rooms.
"Back where it all began," Ryan said. "Back to the spot where we started ghoul hunting."
"We came as boys, and now we return as men," Shane added.
"I'm happy to be back. It is dressed up for Halloween right now, so that's going to add a little bit of spooky fun to it."
"Yeah, but that makes it almost better, cause, Jack-o-lanterns, everybody loves 'em, right?"
"You have anything to say to her, Shane? The lady of the house?"
Shane had a lot to say, just not to Sarah Winchester.
"Yeah, let's tango baby! Let's dance!"
Except there was someone he'd rather be tangoing and dancing with.
Shane didn't really know when it started- the feeling of solidarity between Ryan and him. He'd been invited onto Buzzfeed Unsolved after the first few episodes of True Crime had been filmed, only knowing Ryan as a friendly coworker. However, in the Buzzfeed industry, that was still fairly well.
Shane enjoyed conspiracy theories as much as the next person. He loved mystery- and he loved taking down ridiculous claims. He also liked to take down not-so-ridiculous claims, like the fact that ghosts were real (true, he'd met a fair few) and demons existed (also true, he was living proof of that).
He also enjoyed hiding this truth from Ryan as best as he could. There was something thrilling about walking on the edge, knowing that one mistake, one slip-up, could possibly ruin everything between him and Ryan. And whatever that was, Shane wanted more of it.
Reflecting on this, Shane followed Ryan into the house.
"Man, it does feel like we're coming back home," Ryan said in earnest.
"Yeah I do feel... I feel right being here."
Probably because this is where all my feelings started to manifest, Shane thought to himself.
They shut the door behind them.
"Well, in case any of you needed a reminder, this place is a twisting nightmare."
Did you mean: My feelings for you? Shane asked in his head.
Together they walked down a dark hallway, the camera crew behind them.
Ryan had a flashlight out, and started speaking to the darkness.
"Hello? Just so all of you know in this house, we've been here before, my name is Ryan..."
"Uh, my name's Shane," Shane jumped in, startling out of his thoughts.
"And, uh, we're just here to talk, so if you wanna just come out, maybe show yourself-"
"-You know, just chill here, and hang out with us!"
"Yeah. Oh great, I'm already lost."
Shane repressed a snicker, but his eyes were darting over Ryan's back, taking in his slight build and unsteady posture. He could tell Ryan was already scared. Good. Shane liked Ryan when Ryan was scared.
They joked around a bit more before heading to the area they would film the main segments about the history and lore of the house, and of course, where Ryan would say "This week on the season premiere of Buzzfeed Unsolved, we re-investigate the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose California as part of our ongoing investigation into the question 'Are ghosts real?'" to which Shane would shake his head as the scene cut to him.
They pulled up two chairs in a rather cluttered room, set them next to each other, facing slightly inward, while the camera crew set up their equipment.
Ryan started going through his script, talking about how this was the first site they'd been to, and about how tonight "We're actually going to sleep here this time, uh, I was a little too chicken for that," (in talking about when they visited before).
Shane gave an awkward little chuckle.
"We're going to sleep individually, too," Ryan added, jerking a thumb in Shane's direction.
"I love it," Shane lied.
"So you'll actually sleep tonight-"
"-I'll get a great night's sleep-"
"-I won't, probably, I'm going to be in her bedroom, trying very hard to, eh, not die," Ryan chuckled. "I think I'm just gonna count-"
"What's she gonna do?" interjected Shane.
"I don't know!" Ryan shrugged, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"She's just gonna rip out your spine?" Shane definitely had not daydreamed about doing that to Ryan before. "The worst she'll do is give you a little kiss on the cheek or something." Like I want to.
"I'm trying to challenge myself mentally this season," Ryan said, directing his attention back towards the camera. "Because last season-"
"A little too cocky," Shane interjected, lacing his fingers together and leaning back. He was ready to see Ryan start freaking out again. He missed it.
"I got a little too, uh, calloused."
"Yeah. You stopped believing in ghosts, I think," Shane provoked.
"I did not stop believing in ghosts-"
"-Maybe-"
"-I'm used to hunting ghouls after a while-"
"-if you really believed in them, you'd still be pretty scared, but-"
"Anyways, let's break down some history, huh?"
"Yeah," Shane said, looking away.
"You ready?" Ryan asked, prompting a transition in the final video cut, but also, it seemed to Shane, noticing that there was something on Shane's mind. He had slipped a little, and it was noticeable.
"Oh yeah!" Shane answered enthusiastically, nodding.
"Then let's get into it."
"Okay."
They waited a bit for the camera to stop filming, and then put the chairs back.
"Ready to start walking around?" Ryan asked.
Shane nodded, and they started to make their way to the hay house. Up the switch-back stairs they went, camera rolling, into the attic, which Shane immediately recognized.
"Well, we're back," Ryan said cheerfully.
"The Ghoul Brothers," Shane said.
There was a moment of silence.
"We've upgraded to Ghoul Brothers, now?" Ryan joked, shining the flashlight on Shane's face. He pretended to cringe from the brightness so Ryan would move the light off his face and hopefully not notice the blush he could feel creeping into his cheeks.
"Yeah," was all Shane said.
Ryan moved around and settled into a spot for the moment.
"Whoever lived in the house, or may be in this house now, or in the past, we know this was one of the more, original, places when this place was first built, and not uh, uuh, a weird little fun house that it is now. Now that you know that we know who you are..."
"But do they know that we know that..."
"They know that we know-"
"-that we know who they are?"
There was a pause.
"That's the trick," Shane smiled, shining the flashlight in Ryan's now-confused (but adorable) face.
Shane squatted down, and Ryan, after questioning, it, followed suit.
"If there's anyone in here with us, let us know. Say something."
The two of them waited for whatever would or wouldn't say something.
Shane could already tell that there were no ghosts in the room at the moment.
"Twenty seconds."
Shane's face screwed up, and Ryan noticed.
"You think something's funny?" he asked.
Shane's composure broke and he let out a small chuckle, saying "I like how you give them a little warning, 'Twenty seconds left, get your shit together'."
Shane got up and Ryan mumbled something he couldn't quite understand. Ryan called out a "buh-bye!" as they started to exited the room. "That was dissapointin- Ah!"
Ryan startled at a fake black bird that'd suddenly be caught in his flashlight beam. Upon realizing what it was, he laughed nervously and put a hand up to his forehead only to then bend over and place his hands on his knees. "Ah, shit."
Meanwhile Shane was laughing.
"Well that's going to happen a couple of times tonight," Ryan admitted. "Just, there's, there's Halloween stuff around, we got, a crow, or a raven-?"
"It's Ryan's biggest fear."
Ryan laughed again, and they headed back down the switch-back stairs.
From there, Ryan led them to some of the more visually popular places in the building, like the stairs that lead to nowhere, the door that opened to reveal a bricked-up wall, and the door that lead to a drop since it was a few stories up.
"One of the, uh, greater novelties of this home, if you want to call it that," Ryan said, looking out the door and then into Shane's phone's camera. "Except this novelty could kill you, so..."
Ryan leaned over and looked down.
"It really goes there," Shane commented.
"Ooooh," Ryan said, making a spooky noise.
"Yeah, careful, man," Shane titted. He knew he could survive a drop like that, but Ryan? Ryan was just human, and human shells were frail.
"I just don't think any ghost is going to open this door and be like 'woeoeoeow' and fall out like Wild E Coyote."
God, Ryan was so cute.
"'Going to ghost work, honey, see you la-wooooah, not again!" Shane jumped in.
Ryan laughed, and Shane felt that all-too-familiar tugging sensation in his gut.
Together with the crew, they walked around the house some more, getting some extra footage of the house to show while Ryan's voice over played.
Through this transition in Ryan's narrative, it would bring the audience to the seance room next, and therefore was where they headed after gathering some more footage of random rooms and hallways.
The walls of the seance room were made of long and thin wooden panels that were painted a light whitish color, though it was hard to tell in the dark with only flashlights. There were a number of iron hooks on the walls, and also a fair amount of doors. And, for the season, there were also many spooky Halloween decorations about.
Ryan talked about their visit to this room last time they were there, and Shane commented on how they weren't as good ghost hunters back then as they were now. Personally, Shane felt like at least a good portion of that improvement had come from working together over the years.
"But now, we're actually going to conduct a legitimate seance!"
"Let's rock and roll!" cheered Shane.
Ryan started to set up the ouija board, which Shane attempted to help with, but Ryan was in a very particular mood, and didn't want Shane "messing up" the set-up, even though last time they used one Ryan had to google how it was done.
You would think as a demon, I would know how it's set up, and therefore you'd let me set it up, Shane thought to himself, because of course he couldn't say it out loud.
When Ryan was done setting up the board, allowing Shane to add his rice krispie treat to "appease" the spirits (Shane knew ghost didn't like food, but demons who inhabited a human host did), Shane pulled up two chairs on either side of the table.
The camera was set up so that Ryan would be in the left of the shot and Shane would be on the right.
Ryan held out his hands on either side of the board towards Shane.
Shane copied him.
"Let's do it."
Shane flipped his hands over and slapped them down into Ryan's. Thankfully Shane had grown used to controlling bodily functions of his host, so his hands weren't freezing cold. Also thankfully while his body slept, his mind did not, so he was able to maintain body heat when Ryan and him shared a bed. Which was kind of a lot.
"Alright, that was a firm grip," Ryan commented, to Shane's amusement.
"Okay, spirits of this room, we're here to communicate with you-"
"Yes."
"We are welcoming-"
"Yes."
"And we, uh, have nothing but good intentions and good vibes-"
"Yeah."
"We have some, uh, food for you, here-
"A rice krispie treat, a treat from the future."
"-we also, uh, have this uh, this, this, board here, in fact, why don't I just show you how it works."
Ryan grabbed the planchette, letting go of Shane's hands, started moving it around the board.
"See?"
"You see that? Oooooh look how fun that is!"
"Hello, H-e-l-l-o."
"Ooooh, cool," Shane responded, looking deviously into the camera. He could move it, but so far over the seasons he'd liked to take things slow, only making a few things move or speak here and there. Nothing to give Ryan substantial proof of ghost, or in this case, demons.
"I'm going to move the rice krispie treat off the board so it doesn't get sticky," Ryan said aloud, putting it on the table, where Shane immediately picked it up, taking a bite as he stared into Ryan's eyes.
"That's for them."
"See how that works?" Shane put the rice krispie treat down. "I just want them to know it's food."
He leaned back and started to dramatically rub his belly. "Mmmm! Yum-yum!"
Ryan lost his composure, and Shane started to laugh along with him. It felt good.
"Alright, here we go," Ryan offered his hands again once the two of them had managed to settle down. "If there's anyone here with us, you can use this board, you can, uh, take some of the food, y-you can move these candles, you can say something, you can touch something-"
"This is all for you."
They paused for a few seconds.
"Sarah, if you're hearing us right now, we'd like to speak to you in particular, so, uh, I'd like it very much to meet you."
"Have some of the rice krispie."
Ryan and Shane continued to hold hands around the table in silence.
"Can you say your name?"
Another pause.
"Is there anything you'd like us to know?"
More silence.
"Is there anything you're scared of?"
There was still no response.
"Well, that's that," Ryan conceded, disappointed, and broke the connection with Shane, who clapped his hands loudly.
"Nothing," Ryan sighed while Shane reached for the rice krispie treat and ate the rest in one large bite, wiping his hands while once again maintaining eye-contact with Ryan, then folding his hands out towards Ryan. Ryan started to laugh, and Shane was happy he'd made Ryan feel even a little better.
The next room they headed to was some room full of glass. Shane didn't really understand why it was here, but the whole house was weird, and he was a gay demon, so he didn't question it too much.
"Well, Sarah, we're here, in your, well, what I would assume is one of your more, uh, favorite rooms."
"And if you're thinking 'Well, I'm not gonna talk to these guys', please, no, we're gonna be here all night! The sooner you, uh, get it out of the way, heck, if you do it now, this guy will go, he'll go runnin'," Shane teased.
"Whoever is in this room, whether it be Sarah or someone who worked in this mansion, let us know you're here."
"Shatter every piece of stained glass in this room," challenged Shane.
"Okay," Ryan responded, trying to rope him back in. "I'm going to give you a minute," he continued talking to the ghosts, "just uh, just uh, dealer's choice here, do whatever you want. Here we go, one minute of silence coming up, starting now."
Shane had a flashlight in one hand, which he shone on Ryan and his phone attached to the gopro in the other. Ryan had his own flashlight and a microphone attached to a box-shaped gadget. Strapped to both their chests were cameras.
Shane took his light off Ryan and used it to film around the room in the dark.
"I will say that I don't feel like I'm being watched right now." Ryan was looking directly into Shane's face, so Shane's camera angle was coming from a bit underneath Ryan's gaze.
"No?" he asked.
Ryan started to shake his head, and Shane started to ask if he had felt anything in other places when a noise caught their attention, and Ryan's head whipped to the side.
"Who was that? Who just spoke?"
Shane glanced down at his phone screen before flicking his eyes back up to Ryan, who was looking around in bewilderment. Uncomfortable, he started to laugh nervously, which caused Shane to laugh at him.
"That old familiar face."
Ryan continued to laugh.
He had missed that face.
Shane made sure to capture the moment with his gopro.
Ryan dropped the creepy face with a sigh. "If that was anybody, can you say it again?"
Ryan blinked heavily and asked who had said something.
"I heard what sounded like a little whisper," Shane told him, pronouncing the "h" in "whisper" clearly.
"Yeah-"
"Did you hear a little whisper?"
"Yeah, are you, I just, I think you're appeasing me right now, I don't think you actually heard anything."
"It's a little bit of both, I did hear what appeared to sound like a little whisper." He was still pronouncing the "h". "I don't think it was a ghost," he clarified.
"It was a female voice," Ryan argued. "If there, whoever that was, can you say it again? If that was anybody, in fact?"
Shane had his flashlight trained on Ryan once more.
"You don't have to be scared of us, I assure you, I am more scared of you than you are of me."
Shane wondered how scared of him Ryan would be if he knew the truth.
Ryan took a step and continued to look around, but didn't seem to find anything.
"That's it, folks," Shane concluded.
"Very lovely glass-"
"Love the glass."
"-Thank you for showing us-"
"Nice glass."
"-that's some really good glass you got there."
"That's some good ass glass-"
"That's good glass behind that glass-"
"I'm gonna steal that glass."
They paused.
"I won't, I respect this house," Shane laughed.
Ryan laughed with him, even though Shane knew Ryan didn't get the full extent of his joke.
Together with the crew they exited the room, heading to what was known as "The Witch's Cap".
"Oh this is cool!" Shane exclaimed upon seeing it. "Oh, oh I love this! Can I sleep here? Stand in the middle, speak upward," he commanded Ryan.
"Hello- oh! Oooh!"
"Yeah, right there, right?"
"Yeah, that is good."
"Alright let's see if I can also- hello? Hello? Hello?"
"Yeah."
"Hi?"
Ryan shot Shane a glance, but Shane continued to mess around with the acoustics of the room until Ryan practically dragged him away to sit on a bench.
"Uh, we're here to communicate with whoever is in this room right now-"
"He's invited his little spirit box here, he's gonna let it rip and you're gonna hate it," Shane assured. The high level of frequencies and constant shifting channels gave him a headache.
"Three, two, one-"
"YAHTZEE!"
Ryan turned it on, cringing at the suddenly onset of noise and letting out a swear, messing with the settings until something clearly said "drop those off".
Shane glanced at Ryan and asked if it said "take your clothes off".
Ryan ignored him while the spirit box continued it's chatter, which Shane also commented on.
"What the fuck is going on in this room?" Ryan finally acknowledged after putting in earbuds.
"Can you say our names back to us?" Shane asked, knowing that was one of Ryan's go-to questions. Ryan titled his head down to fiddle with the box again, and it gave a short pause. "What was that?" he asked, looking up at Shane.
"Can you say the name of the woman who built this house?" asked Ryan. "Or, if you are the woman who built this house, can you say your name?"
The spirit box spat out some chunks of noise, but nothing either of them could discern, until-
"Who is Patrick?"
Ryan and Shane looked at each other. "It sounded like 'Patrick'." Ryan commented.
"'Well I'm not Sarah Winchester, but, it's Patrick!'"
Ryan started to talk over a phrase that came through, stopping in time to clearly hear the word "ungrateful". "What was that?" Ryan asked, eyes widening. "Alright, who was just speaking the past two times? It was very clear. Can you say what your name is?"
The spirit box spat out more nonsense.
"What?"
"Optimal."
"Optimal?" Shane repeated.
"What's optimal?" Ryan asked.
They waited.
"You're not making this easy, I'll tell you that-" Ryan started to say more, but what sounded like a scream interrupted him.
"Ooh a scream-"
"What the fuck was that?"
"-They're excited Ryan." Shane turned his head towards the camera. "Don't bother with Ryan right now, not worth it, wait 'til he's alone."
A deep voice came on.
"Woah," Ryan blinked.
"What'd it say?"
"I don't know."
Shane started to laugh and make fun of Ryan's reaction.
"Well it was a full sentence-"
"It wasn't a full sentence!"
"It was like three words!"
Shane started to imitate the spirit box to mock Ryan. "Wooooah, a whole sentence!"
"It said like two-to-three words!"
Shane continued making spirit box noises.
The box, meanwhile, said something along the lines of "Okay, kid." Ryan looked up at Shane, but Shane was watching his phone screen as it filmed.
"Alright," Ryan said, "Hasta luego, turning this off." Ryan looked at Shane again.
"Well, I'll tell you what, ghosts, if any of you are protective of this room, not gonna do it on purpose, but there's a good chance I'm gonna fart in here."
Ryan continued to stare at Shane before suggesting they move to the next filming location, the basement.
When they got to the top of the basement stairs, the crew started pulling out the equipment the duo would need for their solo investigations. This included, among other things, a camera strapped to their head, pointed at their faces. As was custom, Shane was up first.
"You look great, man" Ryan commented sarcastically when Shane was fully decked-out and ready to head into the dark of the basement by himself.
"Thank you! What do I do down there?"
"Try and find Clyde," Ryan said. Clyde was a ghost he would introduce the audience to in his voice-over section.
"Ooh."
"Well, adios," Ryan bid him.
"Yeah, I'll see you later, man," Shane called back, heading down the stairs. Ryan closed the door behind Shane, turning to lean back on it, arms crossed. "And now we wait."
Meanwhile, Shane walked around in the basement yelling for Clyde.
"Ooh boy, I forgot about these low ass ceilings down here." Shane tried to duck but ended up knocking some of the equipment off his head.
Ryan stayed upstairs talking to the camera crew while Shane walked around to conduct his personal investigation.
After his ten minutes was up, Ryan opened the door and called him back, but Shane didn't answer.
"I'm not playing your game. I know exactly what you're doing right now. Not gonna happen, bud. I'm not going to come walkin' down there to find you. I know what happened last time I was down here."
Defeated, Shane returned back up to the main level of the house, where Ryan would take his place.
"Well you look great, you look ready. Get down there, have a good time!" Shane coaxed Ryan when they had traded gear. Ryan started to head downstairs, and Shane turned to the camera to pull a face.
When he got downstairs, Ryan started to talk to the darkness and Shane continued to talk to the camera.
"What if I just make nonsense noises right now?" Ryan asked the ghosts, proceeding to do so.
"What the fuck is going on down there?" Shane asked the camera. He heard more strange nonsense noises from downstairs. "I think we've lost him," Shane cracked a smile.
"Ah! What the fuck was that? My fucking gopro thing fell off... I think I'm going to sit down, I'm sitting down."
"This sounds like it's really escalating," Shane commented.
"I'm going to turn on the spirit box now."
"There's that spirit box."
"I. Hate. This."
"Did he say 'I love you'?"
"My name is Ryan, can you say my name back to me?"
"'I love you' 'Who's this?'"
Ryan continued to talk to the spirit box. Shane peaked his head into the stairwell.
"RYAN!"
"What?"
"TWO MINUTE WARNING!"
"Great."
Ryan continued to talk to the darkness.
"Alright he can't do two minutes, come up!" Shane called, opening the door again.
"What?"
"You FAILED."
"Could I come up?"
"Yes!" Shane barked.
"Oh, thank god," Ryan replied almost cheerily. "Yes," he whispered, coming up the stairs.
"You couldn't do two minutes of silence, could ya?"
"Wha?"
"I heard you talking."
"I was talking quietly."
"I don't care. You talk to hide from the silence."
Ryan sighed.
"You know you do."
"I was merely trying to communicate."
Shane rolled his eyes.
"Get ready for an all-night nightmare now."
The crew moved to the witch's cap to set up the cameras that would be trained on Shane as he slept for the few remaining hours of the night. When all was set up, Shane laid out his sleeping bag.
Ryan came over to stand above him.
"Are you going to make it?" Shane joked.
Ryan shrugged. "Uh, I dunno."
"Well, you're welcome to come running here crying like a little baby if you need."
"Thanks man, but I think I'm good."
That didn't stop Ryan from writing down directions from the witch's cap to Sarah's bedroom, however.
When the crew was done setting up for Ryan in there, they wished him luck and headed out to sleep in the motel they'd booked.
Shane had his phone out and filmed a little vlog before attempting to go to sleep. Ryan filmed around the room and also him using the spirit box.
After fooling around on social media for a bit and singing "Mama Mia" to himself, Shane put his phone down and zipped up his sleeping bag to let his body catch up on rest. Ryan got a surprise visitor from the caretaker, which scared the shit out of him.
Shane had been waiting to see if Ryan would come running into his room, scared of something or another, looking for comfort. In fact, it was what he'd been dreaming about all day. Now that the time was right, however, Shane wasn't having his moment.
"It was foolish to think anything would happen," Shane whispered to himself, and shut his eyes.
He heard a creak.
Sitting up on one elbow, Shane looked around.
"Ryan?" he whispered.
There was no response.
Shane took one more sweep of the room with his eyes before settling down again.
Another creak had him sitting up again.
"Ryan!" he hissed.
He heard soft footsteps approaching.
Grabbing the flashlight, Shane shined it down the hall. Ryan cringed from the sudden bright light.
"What are you doing?" Shane whispered.
"I got scared," Ryan admitted.
Shane rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to do about it?"
Ryan shrugged, and Shane noticed he had his sleeping bag with him.
"Come on," Shane motioned, moving his sleeping bag over.
Ryan put his stuff down next to Shane and crawled back into his sleeping bag.
"Are we putting this in the video?" Shane asked jokingly.
"No," Ryan sniffed.
"Wait, are you- are you crying?"
"No," Ryan sniffed again.
"Damn, something must have really scared you, huh?" Shane asked.
Ryan didn't respond.
"Ryan?"
Shane heard Ryan sniffle again. He wasn't sure what to do, so he waited. However, so did Ryan.
"You don't want to talk about it?"
"I didn't get scared," Ryan said quickly, and Shane realized he was telling the truth. Something else was going on that he didn't understand. Something that didn't have to do with the house, with ghosts, with the show, maybe not even to do with them. Maybe something had happened and it just happened to be now, and Shane just happened to be the only one around. Maybe Ryan just needed a friend.
"Okay."
"Goodnight, Shane."
"Goodnight, Ryan."
Neither of them went back to sleep.
*-*-*-*-*
When morning came, Ryan and Shane broke down the cameras themselves and brought the equipment to the front door, where they were meeting the crew. It was still dark outside, and they stood in the early morning chill filming the ending of the video.
"Another investigation in the books, uh, adios, Winchester House," Ryan spun his phone around trying to get the house in the shot behind them. "Where- where even is it?" A car horn honked in the background.
"It's behind us-"
"I can't even, I can't even think."
"-it's pretty large."
"Yeah, uh. Yeah. Let's get out of here."
"Yeah," Shane agreed. "Sounds good."
The crew packed up the equipment while Shane and Ryan climbed into the back of the van. Ryan was still filming the view from out Shane's window.
"Are we going to talk about last night?" Shane asked, looking at what Ryan was filming, everything that had led up to Ryan laying down next to him running through his head like a video on loop.
"Maybe later," Ryan answered, stopping the video and turning off his phone as the crew piled in and drove away.
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