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could you write something about being coach bluder's granddaughter but not having any interest in basketball but you show up tp practice one day to surprise your grandma and Caitlin immediately has a crush on you?
Unexpectedly Unexpected ; Caitlin Clark ⸝⸝ ♡
summary : you are coach bluders granddaughter , what happens when Iowa’s star player has a little crush on you ? 👀
wc ; 774
warnings : none
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a/n : hey guys! so happy to be back posting my cait fics , tysm for requesting this! Enjoy ◡̈
As the granddaughter of Coach Bluder, basketball has always been a huge part of your life. The sound of dribbling balls and squeaking snickers filled your childhood, as you spent countless hours watching from the bleachers, absorbing the excitement and intensity that came with it.
But despite this, basketball never really spoke to you. Yeah you enjoyed watching it, but it never really captured your interests like it did for the rest of your family. You instead pursued other passions, carving out your own path outside of the basketball world.
Years went by, and you found yourself living your own life, one that consisted of being away from the court. You still stayed in touch with your grandma, visiting her whenever you can and keeping up with her team's achievements and progress. One day, you decided to surprise her by showing up to a team practice, something you hadn't done in years.
As you walked into the gym, you were suddenly hit by a wave of nostalgia, with the sound of sneakers hitting the squeaky gym floor and the smell of the basketballs bringing you back to your childhood, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched the team scramble across the court.
Coach Bluder soon noticed you, breaking into a wide grin and soon rushing over to you to give you a big and loving embrace. The players, who had heard so much about you, welcomed you with open arms. Incredibly grateful and eager to meet the girl their coach had spoken so fondly of.
Among the players was Caitlin Clark, Iowa’s star point guard. Her talent on the court was undeniable of course, but it was her charisma and charm that truly set her apart from the rest. When she saw you, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but be completely drawn to you. Your presence engulfing her entirely and pulling the point guard in.
Throughout practice, Caitlin could not take her eyes off of you. She watched you closely as you interacted with the other players, laughing and joking with them as if you had known them for an entire lifetime. There was something about your easy going nature that captivated her, but couldn't put it into words.
After practice, she approached you, with a nervous grin displayed across her lips. She struck up a conversation, eager to learn anything about you. As you spoke, you found yourself to be completely drawn to her as well. Her passion for the game was infectious, and the way she herself spoke about it brought you to see basketball in an entirely new light.
In the following days, the brunette had taken you under her wing as you started to frequent their practices more often. As she showed you the ins and outs of the game, and introducing you to her teammates. You found yourself spending almost all your free time with her, being drawn to her enthusiasm and passion. Despite your initial disinterest in basketball, you couldn't help in being swept up by the excitement of it all.
As your bond with Caitlin grew stronger, so did her feelings with you. She found herself falling for you in ways that she never expected. Almost kissing on numerous occasions, she finally decided to bite the bullet and ask you the anticipated question.
After a victorious win for Iowa, she again approached you with the never grin she did when the two of you first met. You had noticed that she had been acting a bit strange all day, and you were curious as to what was on her mind.
“Hey..” she said, twirling her hair between her fingers. “I was wondering if…uhm, if you'd like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?”
You were taken aback, not expecting for Caitlin to ask you out so directly. You could feel your cheeks getting red, and your heart skipping a beat as you tried to process her words, with a small smile spreading across your face.
“I would love to,” you replied, trying your best to try and contain your excitement.
The guard let out a sigh of relief, a wide grin soon appearing across her face. “Great! How does Saturday work for you? We could maybe catch a movie and grab dinner afterwards?”
“That sounds perfect,” you said, feeling a wave of calmness and content wash over you.
You soon walked away from the gym, hand in hand with Caitlin, and you couldn't help but feel extremely grateful for a sudden turn of events. Who knew that one simple visit would lead to such an exciting and promising future?
omgggg this is sooo cute!!! I promise im gonna start posting longer / more vague fics as i do have some series’s in the works! as always, tysm for reading! 😊❤️
#wlw#wlw imagine#wcbb#caitlin clark#caitlin clark x reader#wcbb x reader#headcannons#my hcs#iowa wbb#iowa hawkeyes#kate martin#wnba draft#wnba#wnba basketball
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What's y'all's weirdest headcannons for CoD? Like just way out there, no evidence for it, but you know it in your soul?
Mine's that Price has bacne. I have no evidence for it, I just know that man has bacne. Like, not even a bad case, he just does. I can't explain it, don't ask.
#cod#call of duty#mw2#call of duty mw2#hc#headcannons#task force 141#captain price#john price#price cod#captain john price
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You're cooked. Now write boothill.
「 ✦ Metal Tension ✦ 」
↳ Boothill, an optimistic and unrestrained cowboy—a galaxy ranger just so happens to be looking for a specific emanator though runs into you. Unfortunately, tension forms quickly.
[ gender neutral reader; they/them ]
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Light clangs and clunks echoed softly around the grounds of Penacony. His hair swaying lightly behind him along with his cape—while his metal body reflected the bright lights of the city.
"The Dreamscape..." Boothill breathed, taking in the sights of the bubbly, lit scenery.
The cowboy was drawn into Penacony in search for a specific emanator roaming about. He heard, from a memokeeper, that she would be found traveling besides an Astral Express crew. Hence, that would be his first step; to track them down.
It wasn't hard to track the group down, considering their popularity throughout the scape. With a few conversations with the residences and locals, he easy found one of the passengers—you.
Currently you were seated in a bar, a glass of paper moon near you while you skimmed through your phone.
Your head perked up as you heard a low rasped chuckle near you.
"You must be the famous {Y/n}?" He spoke, a light sly smile plastering his lips. "May I sit?" He asked, signaling to the seat next to you.
Your expression showed confusion but nonetheless you nodded both to the question and request, signaling a 'go ahead'. "Yep, that's me. Do you need something?" You sighed, popping the 'p' before taking a sip of your drink.
The ranger hummed, "a paper moon? That's a hell of a drink, isn't it?" He raised his brow, ignoring your question.
You nodded, setting down your glass. "A chaotic and busy week." You huffed, recalling the events you endured recently—still feeling some bruising from some of them.
The galaxy cowboy ranger nodded in acknowledgement, setting his arms, crossed on the table. You glanced over to him skeptically. "Well then, I told you my name, I think it's only right you introduce yourself." You spoke, taking another sip.
"Eager huh? Names' Boothill." He smirked, placing his head to one of his palms.
"Well then, Boothill, what are you exactly here for?" You asked once again, sighing—not wanting to beat around the bush. You knew the man wasn't here just for a idle chat.
You heard the cyborg chuckle at your straightforwardness, "Observant. Well, i'm here looking for a emanator who goes by the name, Acheron."
You furrowed your brows, "why?" You questioned.
if you weren't beating around the bush, then it should be an even playing field, no?
Boothill's sly smirk turned into a light smile of menace. "To eliminate her."
You hummed in thought before gulping down the rest of your drink, grabbing your phone and leaving the bar.
Boothill frowned for a moment though his signature smirk appeared once more before he himself stood up, trailing after you.
"I don't think you know what your dealing with." He spoke, shaking his head. You however, were pretty sure you knew the risks of Acheron tagging along. "I-the crew has seen her potential power already, as well as her persona in general. Maybe not at the fullest but it's safe to say we know enough to trust her currently." You answered, recalling the information that the crew and her had exchanged during the time together.
"-though that can't be said for you." You halted with you movement, glancing towards him with furrowed brows. Boothill raised a brow, his eyes glancing over to you as well, his expression plastering the same amused expression.
"Look here darlin', i'm here for one objective. I'm not here to make enemies with the express—that would be meaningless and a waste of both sides' time." He hummed. "So if you could just give me even a slight clue of where the emanator is, i'll be on my way." He shrugged, resting a hand on his hip.
You shook your head lightly, "I can't, I don't know where she is. She pops in and out—here and there at times." You informed, crossing your arms, replicating his sass. "Besides, I believe your the one who hasn't a clue what they're dealing with." You glared at him.
Boothill returned the glare, though before any words could be uttered, a sudden wave of fire split the tension as both of you were quick to dodge it.
Looking to your side, you were faced with a Dreamjolt gorilla and overcooked, along with some other low enemies.
You grit your teeth while the ranger's smirk only grew wider at the new challenge. Though before he could even process, you were already taking action—taking swift and agile turns, aiming and destroying the mechanics' weak spots to which they crumbled into ash upon.
Within under a minute, the enemies were nothing but ash in the wind.
You had returned back to your spot like nothing happened, only a few breathes here and there. You looked towards the man, a brow raised as you felt a pair of eyes watching your every move. "You need something?"
The galaxy ranger looked away, almost in thought. "Those moves...they're familiar.." He stated, looking to the ground before glancing back at you. "Where did you learn them?"
Your eyes turned soft only for a second as you grinned slightly. "The emanator. She was kind enough to lend me some tips." You smirked but quickly replaced it was a neutral face.
Boothill's gaze went surprised only for a split second before turning into a sly cocky look. "Well, would ya look at that. Y'know Acheron doesn't just teach anyone her knowledge." He smirked before leaning near your ear. "You must be a pretty special thing then." He laughed before retreating back.
Your words got caught in your throat. You knew it was a teasing comment but thats what stunt you.
You mumbled something inaudible before your phone pinged. "Oh? Is that the rest of your crew?" He chuckled, peeking over towards your screen. You glanced towards him and back, nodding.
A few moments passed before your phone vanished into your inventory, specks of dust in place of it's disappearance. With a huff, you look towards the metal man, "well, i'm guessing we'll be seeing each other around, unfortunately." You shook your head much to your dismay.
Boothill smirked, "Of coarse. I look forward to our next run in—and how knows?" He shrugged, leaning forward, "maybe you can teach me some of those tricks, eh?"
You give a grimaced smile, "keep dreaming. This is the dreamscape after all." With that you waved a flimsy 'cya' before leaving.
Though if you stayed just a bit longer, you would've seen the cowboy ranger's cheeks tinted with a pink hue as he let out a airy laugh. "till we cross paths again."
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A/N: I barely know about Boothill than whats already present. Hence, I apologize if its short and out of character TxT.
(I have no clue for a title)
[Random] While writing this, I read the most well executed, tear making, well written, heart warming, angsty af fanfic of a Michealangelo x reader (TMNT), I highly reccomend checking it out if you like TMNT-specifically mikey and angst :)
"Hearts Over Head (Michealangelo x Reader Fanfiction)" - Sophfandoms53
#x reader#scenerios#oneshot#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#hsr x reader#hsr#honkai star rail#boothill#boothill x reader#boothill honkai star rail#boothill x y/n#headcannons
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I know we all say Remus Lupin drinks tea religiously but I’d like to suggest him being a hot chocolate addict
He’s having a bad day? Hot chocolate. Reading in the common room? He has a hot chocolate. It’s the morning after a full moon and SIRIUS BRINGS HIM A HOT CHOCOLATE!!!!!!
#marauders#marauders era#the marauders era#the marauders#remus lupin#headcannons#headcanons#sirius black#wolfstar#dead gay wizards#i am saying this because i too am addicted to hot chocolate#remus lupin kinnie
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would u guys write any angsty headcanons for the sbg characters?
Angsty Sbg Headcannons
ABSOLUTELY. -✩
Genre: Angst
Warnings: depression, anxiety, sleep paralysis, insomnia, suicidal thoughts, attempting, attachment issues, eating disorder, hallucinations, trauma, trauma dumping, violence, panic(attacks), body dysmorphia, guns, paranoia, masking
A/n: this shit was hard to write(and my first time)
My sweet little babys, god they're so exhausted it's insane
(not sure how to start but imma try best fr)
Ash
After an exhausting night, fighting the phantoms, she kinda lays there in bed numb
Loses her appetite often
Develops an eating disorder
Even ballet didn't get her mind off of those awful creatures
Definitely gets sleep paralysis of the phantoms after finally escaping the realm
Taylor
Terrified to sleep alone at night
Cant focus
Sometimes gets little visions of her friends getting attacked and absolutely doesn't let them off her sight
Crys to herself in the bathroom, so that tyler doesn't hear
After tyler dying (and reviving fr) she became way more anxious about his well being
Attachment issues
Tyler
Has nightmares about how he dies
Develops insomnia
Hallucinates. That includes: voices, screams from a distance and shadows
Cant properly eat after the tree accident..his literal organs got impaled
Throws up just thinking about it.
He always wondered how it would feel like to die but never excepted it to be in that way
Developed trauma, everytime he's in a car and it's driving on a highway, he starts panicking and taylor has to grab his hand to ground him
Has gotten so paranoid about taylor that he doesn't even let her leave the room without him.
Ben
Has trouble breathing when he remembers certain situations
Panic attacks
Has nightmares about his friends dying
Wakes up in panic, even if he didnt dream anything bad
Punches the wall when he gets mad, til his knuckles start to bleed
Gets depressive episodes
Aiden
Even though he had suicidal thoughts, he didnt end it all, just because the phantom realm gave him the adrenaline
Accidentally trauma dumps on the others and goes on with his day
Has attempted.
Everytime he tears up, he slaps himself across the face
Masks his emotions
When he gets anxious, he starts scratching his skin off
Hates his appearance.
Logan
Feels weaker then everyone else
Insecure
Everytime he holds a gun, his intrusive thoughts come running
Has thought of shooting himself, just by holding said gun
Has become apathetic
Way more aggressive
Feels useless without a gun
-Rose✩
#schoolbus graveyard#school bus graveyard#sbg webtoon#webtoon#headcannons#sbg logan#sbg ben#sbg aiden#sbg ashlyn#sbg tyler#sbg taylor#sbg (webtoon)#sbg#Angst
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German!Gale AU
And now for the other one that won't leave me alone.
Gale was born in Germany, but he lived in France for a decent portion of his childhood. His parents moved there for work. His mother was a part-time typist and his father. Well his father was many things; whatever people paid him to be (and as fast as possible), but he was known for transport.
Gale loved growing up in France. It was so busy he could pass by unnoticed and enjoy his people-watching in peace. So many people came from all over to enjoy one of centres of European culture, or so the Americans called it. His parents didn't like that much, but Gale liked the Americans the best. Brash. Up front. Not much guessing about what they really meant. He got enough of that at home.
But then dad came barging in the front door of their modest apartment at 2.23 in the morning with a black eye, and they were packing the essentials and anything of value, and crossing the border the Germany, barely stopping on the way.
Neither his mother or his father ever explained why they'd had to move, but Gale didn't need them to confirm what he already knew. He'd lost enough of his own precious belongings - a collector's edition of his favourite comic series; a perfect, detailed model plane he'd won in a maths competition at school; the watch his grandfather had given him before he died.
And then there were the drunk ramblings when mother had gone to bed about how Gale had cursed this family and his luck, and everything was all his fault.
He was five the first time he felt the back of his father's hand and heard the vitriol he really thought of his son. And he was never allowed to forget.
When Gale was barely a man, in those final stages of gangly teenagehood, things...changed in Germany. It wasn't anything groundbreaking. More like when the floorboards that always creaked finally moved a little under your feet. People were still struggling to recover after the War, and all the voices that had been looking for someone to blame were getting a little closer to home, a little louder, a little more important and harder to shrug off.
One of his only friends Solomon had stopped looking him in the eye. When Gale had demanded an answer in that quiet, firm, unyielding way of his, Solomon had scoffed.
"You look just like them, Gale. The posters."
Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Everything Solomon was not.
"Mama says we have to go before... well. Just, before. But you'll be fine, Gale."
He never saw Solomon again.
In his twenties, they were at war and his dad still worked in transport. People came to the house and paid him to take things to places they'd only wrote down once before making his father burn the paper.
But then his father pocketed the money and when those people left, he'd make a call and those officials with the impeccable uniforms would turn up, question his father thoroughly, before handing him a packet of money as well.
"Hitler will turn our fortunes around, boy. You'd best fall in line, before you ruin this for me, too, and kill us all."
Now Gale was quiet, but he wasn't meek. And he didn't think the Nazis had it right at all. But they'd abandoned a lot of their pretenses by now and news of attacks and deaths and beatings were commonplace.
So Gale decided to get into the family business. He didn't tell his father, and people who knew his last name were slow to trust, but anyone who spent any significant time with him couldn't help but respect him.
He didn't understand why, but he was grateful, honoured.
The first time he reunited a dark haired, dark eyed child with their gaunt and terrified parents he crawled into the hayloft in the barn and sobbed into the straw. It wasn't anything grand, he wasn't a human smuggler. He simply found ways to move some small supplies around for others make the bigger, grander gestures of resistance. But when frightened breaths came from the wooden crate, he'd had to bite his lip until it bled to stop from vomiting at transporting someone that small like goods.
For their life, Gale, he'd told himself.
He hated himself and was terrified in equal measure. Filled with a righteous fury that made him want to fight it all. Terrified that he'd wake up to those impeccable uniforms pointing a gun at his head, and his father grinning and pocketing his pay packet, before they pulled the trigger.
Then, one day, the last straw broke the camel's back. Or, more accurately, fell into his cabbage patch.
The dark haired man was drenched in blood. There was barely any skin visible from the top of his head to the collar of his jacket. Dark blue eyes glared out from the red.
He was tall, taller than Gale, broad and strong looking. But Gale was clearly in a better state. If it came down to it, he was sure he could hold his own.
The man held his hand to his lips, gasping on his knees in the dirt. "Bitte," he whispered in an American accent.
"Amerikaner?"
The man nodded and tapped his chest with one hand, the other still raised, palm out. "John."
John. Gale returned the favour in kind, and he liked the way his name sounded in American.
Just as he was about to ask the man if he needed help - the stupidest damned question he would have ever asked in his life because seriously - barking and shouting came from the woods a ways behind the house.
Terror flashed in those blue eyes.
"Please," the man begged, dragged from the depths of him and Gale got the impression it wasn't something he said often. "Please help me."
And the awful limbo Gale had felt stuck in for years started to crumble away. He marched forward and grabbed John roughly and hauled him to his feet. He half carried him to the hay cart and tossed him onto it. John barely had time to give him a single bewildered glance before Gale was shoveling hay over him and dragging the cart around the barn and next to the silo. Then over the hill came a small band of hunters, dogs and guns and all. One of them was a regular visitor to his father and Gale ran forward waving his arms and yelling.
"You are looking for someone?"
They were.
"They are injured?"
They were.
He led them to the cabbage patch and the blood on the pale leaves.
"I've checked everywhere and they're not hiding anywhere I can find."
And because most people saw his father when they looked at him, the hunters gave nothing more than a cursory glance around, before they left.
And Gale is left with an American man hiding in some hay, who by hook or by crook, he was going to get out of here.
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@valenspuppy ! How are you?
I hope you're okay
I hope it's fine that I make a request.
What about Wind breaker boys being jealous? Like they're your boyfriend and saw you talking too friendly with some guys friends
I'm sorry for my English, it's not my first language 😭
Thanks you so much 😊
You guys are so sweet and so polite while making a request it's so cute. 😭
How the boys react when they are jealous.
Including Umemiya, Taiga, Sakura, Suo, Kiryu
Umemiya
I think Umemiya would be the jealous type. He fully trust you. Of course he doesn't like to see you being to friendly with other guys.
He makes very clear you're his and his is yours.
One day you guys were outside doing some shopping when a friend of yours came say hi to you. Since you guys were close you started speaking about a common interest of yours.
You started laughing while Umemiya was watching the scene. Of course at first he didn't mind that much but seeing you laugh like to another guy joke made him a bit angry.
That's when he decided to put his arm around you shoulder and introduce himself as your boyfriend. It was still friendly but with a touch of back up dude.
After that your friend left and you couldn't help yourself but to start laughing at Umemiya behavior.
It was jealousy but a cute one. You spend your time teasing him about that.
He had no problem to admit he was jealous if he feels that's way why denied it?
You spend your afternoon your arm hugging his arm.
Taiga
100%jealous. Dont know why i just feel it.
Would be the type of guy to give guys would talk to you the bombastic side eyes.
But towards you he would never admit it.
One day you guys were at the gym when a guy approached you. At first it was to ask if the machien was taken but then you started to talk.
Taiga turn around with a big smile to talk to you when he saw the guy. At that moment he lost his smile.
He walks toward you and hug you from behind while looking at the guy. He let you finish your conversation but not let go of you.
After a few minutes the guy finally leaves cause well the death glance of your boyfriend wasn't very welcoming.
After that he asked if you were ready to leave. So you guys leave.
While you were walking you decided to ask the final question aka are you jealous?
I think he would blush a bit before saying no which was obviously a lie. You spent the whole time teasing you he finally decided to buy you food so you would shut about it.
Sakura
The most jealous one. Baby would be so scared to loose you. He thinks you deserve better than him but he doesn't want you to leave.
Never admit he was jealous. It will hurt his pride so much.
One day you guys were coming back from school. You are not from the same school but he went pick you up.
While he was being praised by the neighborhood a guy approached you and started talking to you.
He came directly behind you looking at the guy and told him to get off.
You weren't even friendly with him or stuff like that but Sakura doesn't like you talking to people he s just so scared to loose you and doesn't know how to tell you.
While walking you started laughing and explaining to him that the guy just asked you the direction.
His face went red and he be saying stuff like "I'm not jealous huh"
Suo
Suo wouldnt be the jealous type like I think he would be chill about you talking to other guys cause he trusts you and he trust your relationship.
But one time just one time you were friendly with someone and he did not like it.
You and your boyfriend went out side just to take a little walk.
It was a nice moment when Suo told you he comeback and then procede to go inside a store.
You were waiting outside on your phone when an old friend of yours went to see you.
Neither of you expect to see each other again but here you are catching up after all this.
You started talking about old times laughing about some stuff you did back then. At this moment Suo came back with a bag in his arm.
When he saw you laughing with a guy he didn't seem to mind that much but when you gave your phone to him he couldn't help but to feel jealous.
Jealous was not one his usual feeling but this one was to much. He went beside you put his hand on your waist making you closer to him and introduced himself not worth his name but just with the fact his your boyfriend nothing more.
After that your friend left and you explained the whole situation to Suo who started to apologize.
Kiryu
He wouldn't be the jealous time but time to time he would be a bit jealous. I mean he just want you to give him all your attention.
But for the one who are brave or stupid enough to trying to get close to you are dead.
In fact he would reject them in such a gentleman way it would be humiliating for the guy.
One time you guys were at the arcade like usual when a guy went talk to you. Which was very stupid cause Kiryu was just beside you as always.
This man starting to talk to you and you answered with a smile on the face cause well you are very polite person.
But the conversation was kinda awkward cause the man didn't even acknowledge Kiryu who was just there.
After a moment Kiryu just took you hand and told the guy something like my lady needs something and just walk away.
You started to poke his cheeks asking him if he was jealous. He just hugged you so tight you didn't need an answer you already knew.
.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・
#anime#headcannons#kiryu#nireii#suo#windbreaker#windbreaker satoru nii x reader#windbreaker satorunii#x reader#as your boyfriend#kiryu mitsuki#suo hayato#sakura haruka#taiga tsugeura#hajime umemiya
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Leona Kingscholar brainrot
The man is extremely respectful towards women, so if Y/n was female I don't see him easily coming around to her. But once he does he's WHIPPED, sure he's still snarky and an asshole to her but internally he got hit by a truck going 90. He's always kinda looking for her not in a nervous way like with women from sunset savannah, but in more of a keeping an eye out to see how she's doing.
Like is she injured, does she seem okay, is she getting harassed?
Kinda way like an older brother, he knows she can't use magic nor is y/n strong enough to fight off a group of determined men. And being here and used as a therapist when you're a kid(16) he knows it fucks you up. Hes there to make sure someone doesn't take advantage of you in a moment of weakness.
Otherwise he stays out of it.
It's almost the same if you're any other gender, just with less nervous beginnings. Sure he's still weary but he doesn't actually respect you enough to be worried, until the emotional Isekai stage.
#twisted wonderland#twst shitpost#twst leona#disney twst#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twsited wonderland#leona kingscholar#leona x reader#x reader#fluff#twst headcanons#headcannons
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Tell me ur not thinking about Senshi sitting around all them Ursus orphans, playing the ultimate assist role to Gummy who is explaining dishes from their universe while this wide eyed man realizes he’s gunna have to turn whatever the fuck this is into enough food to feed 300 orphans on this moving land ship absolutely certain 3 meals and rest will cure Oripathy
Like he’s up late with Gummy talking about what the world is like in this universe, what the kids been through, the experiences,,,, the thousand mile stare,,,, idk yall tell me he not making this face and trembling hearing the similarities:
“I’m going to die to protect you, kiddo.” Type shit.
#Arknights x Dungeonmeshi#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#I love those little bears#he’s gotta be a 5 star gummy right??? right????#I mean it’s already said his pot was a shield pls#idk spoilers?#Arknights#senshi is gummy’s adopted dad now#dungeon meshi spoilers#arknights spoilers#headcannons
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Ok one more for the night:
A small list of things I think Bruce would have in his utility belt. (This is inspired by lots of things including posts on Tumblr. Please go check out the people I mentioned.)
1. A extra cape (he will often wrap his cape around victims and then feel too bad to ask for it back so he just has an extra cape. Inspired by a Detective Comics issue.)
2. Horse biscuits shaped like bats (inspired by that tumblr post about the Trinity riding unicorns. One of the commenters noted that maybe Batman was giving the unicorn biscuits in stead of that being the unicorns name and that idea is stuck in my head. The post is by dangerousdan-dan and the comment is by raaaaaaaawr)(pls inform me if i missed an a)
3. Shark Repellent (we all know)
4. The Kryptonite Ring (we also all know)
5. Sugar free lollipops (from the Nightwing issue)
6. Glitter Smoke Bombs (Stephanie snuck those in with his regular ones)
7. Gel Pens (inspired by my own post cause I thought about it more and Bruce would absolutely use gel pens regularly just not glitter ones cause the ink feels rough after it drys and the glitter gets everywhere)
8. A Camera Baterang (from that one family photo comic)
9. Catnip and Cat Food (he leaves some out for Selina’s cats)
10. Pain Meds (for various reasons but these ones are primarily for the back pain he undoubtedly has forever after knightfall)
11. Medical Stuff of all types, yes they all have little bats on them. (This ranges from bandaids to menstrual pads. Inspired by a ditzybat post)
12. A bat recorder (just in case he needs to record any final words, for others or for himself)
#batman#bruce wayne#dc comics#dcu#dc#the batman#headcannons#dc headcanon#Batman utility belt#this was meant to be silly#utility belt#dc batman#dc bruce wayne#dc brainrot#please go check out all the people I mentioned#they’re all on tumblr
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I don't know if you'll be comfortable writing this but...
Paige Bueckers x fem!reader going to church together🥹
All In His Name ; Paige Bueckers ﹢﹒
summary : paige bueckers x fem!reader going to church together 💗🪻
wc ; 678
warnings : just fluff + religious content , scroll if not interested
my master list ㇀♡
a/n : omg this makes my Catholic heart so happy and full ❤️ tysm for requesting anon! enjoy ◡̈
In the heart of the serene sunday morning, the sun cast its golden rays among your small and quiet town, gently awakening it with its warmth. While Paige was incredibly devoted to basketball, she also had an undeniable connection and passion for her faith. You, however, were trying to get more in touch with your spiritual roots, as you drifted away from it during your college years.
When Paige found out about your newfound interest in reconnecting yourself to your faith, she was determined to do anything in her power to help you, as your presence brought a different type of radiance into her world.
You both often accompanied each other to church on Sundays, usually approaching the old stone church with your hands intertwined, the soft morning fog tickling against your skin as you made your way to the pew.
Paige's heart skipped a beat at just the sight of you, dressed in your Sunday best, looking absolutely beautiful. She couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude with having you by her side.
As the service began, the blonde kept stealing glances at you, admiring the way you attentively listened to the sermon, and she couldn't help but interlock your hands, seeking comfort in the connection.
After the service, Paige led you to the church courtyard, where a small group had gathered for coffee and conversation. She introduced you to her friends, her eyes never leaving yours, silently conveying how much your presence meant to her.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Paige suggested a walk around the church grounds. Hand in hand, you strolled along the pathways, the world quiet around you. Paige talked about her faith, her voice soft and earnest, sharing a part of herself she rarely showed to others.
You listened, captivated by her words and the depth of her beliefs. When she finally ffell silent, you squeezed her hand, a silent reassurance of your support and understanding.
As you neared the end of the walk, Paige stopped suddenly, turning to face you. In the fading light, her eyes sparkled with an unspoken question. Without hesitation, you closed the distance between you, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
Paige's heart soared, her doubts and fears melting away in the warmth of your touch. She knew in that moment that she was exactly where she was meant to be, with you by her side, sharing this intimate part of her life.
Together, you walked back to the car, the evening fading into night around you. Paige smiled, her heart full, grateful for this moment, this connection, and the love that bloomed between you.
As you drove back home, the evening stretched out before you, filled with the promise of quiet moments and shared laughter. Paige reached for your hand, her touch grounding you in the present, in this moment of togetherness.
Back at Paige's place, you settled on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping you. Paige leaned her head against your shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns on your hand. The day had been perfect, better than she could have ever imagined.
"Thank you for coming with me today," Paige said, breaking the silence. "It meant a lot to me."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," you replied, your voice soft. "I loved being a part of your world, even if just for a day."
Paige lifted her head to look at you, her eyes shining with emotion. "You're more than just a part of my world, you know. You're everything to me."
Those words hung in the air, a declaration of love and devotion. You leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, a silent promise of your own.
As the night wore on, you talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams. Paige fell asleep in your arms, her breathing steady and peaceful.
You watched her sleep, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. In that moment, you knew that no matter where life took you, as long as you had Paige by your side, everything would be okay.
just sweet little spoon paige 🥹 seriously tho this was so fun to write !! tysm for reading as always 💗
#wlw#wlw imagine#wcbb#paige bueckers#headcannons#my hcs#wcbb x reader#paige bueckers x reader#paige buckets#uconn vs iowa#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#church#christianity#catholiscism#catholic
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random silly Mr puzzles headcanons cause why not
It’s a mix of like normal ones and relationship related ones- (sorry I couldn’t find the words) also I couldn’t get a lot since I’ve been very burnt out in general and I’ve done nothing about it! /hj
I feel like since he’s so tall if he was cuddling his lover he would maybe wrap his legs around their legs too. Just a “cute” thought I guess
honestly even though he got annoyed when people kept talking on and on in once upon an smg4 and other videos I feel like he would like to talk a LOT
like he loves to hear his own voice
I feel like his favorite genre is musicals, I dunno why just get that vibe
his face either turns to static or just off when he falls asleep
I mean since he never had friends when he was younger he would absolutely be touch starved and very very desperate to not lose a persons attention.
sorry this is short again I’ve been having no ideas and motivation and such
#Smg4#smg4 mr puzzles#Mr puzzles#mr puzzles smg4#puzzlevision#smg4 puzzlevision#headcannons#mr puzzles headcannons#Sorry it’s not a lot I probably would try this again if my brain wasn’t being stupid
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The Boys(Sans, Horror, Red, Nightmare, Dust, Killer) with YN who has to be an popular Vigilant like cat woman or maybe someone made up who kids stops crimes and all but she isn't a hero or anything like that.
ooo this is a neat idea
Classic sans: he has mixed feelings, he's worried about you hurting yourself- he's seen the news, all the danger you put yourself (and others) in. he loves you to death but geez- he really doesn't like this “job” of yours, Whenever you come home, he cares for your injuries, chastising you the whole time. He won't snitch, but he drops many hints that he does not like this.
Bear (horrortale sans): two words- house husband. When he found out, he was very worried about the dangers of your job. Like sans, he fusses over you whenever you get back, chastizing you to be more careful. Whenever you go out, he stays home, cleaning the house, tending to his garden, and cooking you a nice meal for when you get back.
Red (underfell sans): Fuck that's hot- I MEAN, WHAT WHO SAID THAT?!?
Red thinks you are super cool, like his brother! I mean, sure, you're not a big superhero, but your little robin-hood like hobby is sick as fuck. Plus- you look great in your outfit.
Ok so- i have never/barely written these last three so i'm sorry if they aren't “cannon”
Nightmare: Pitiful. You call that being a vigilante? Absolute child splay—it's almost endearing how hard you try to make a difference. but with time and proper training, you could be a helpful asset around the castle. Besides, he seems to have grown fond of you.
Dust: He is infatuated with you; he acts surprised that you “told him your secret,” but he knew all along. He knew you before you knew him; he's been watching you and your missions for a while. Hes fascinated with humans and their morality, and you have such a unique take on good and evil that he cant help but want to know more.
Killer: Like red, god damn, that's such a hot hobby- he begs to come with you on your missions, making pathetic puppy eyes in the process. he's also your biggest fan, he has all your merchandise and is the leader of your fan club, its incredibly hard not to brag that he gets to know the real “Y/N”
#undertale#papyrus#sans x reader#headcannons#sans#ask#underfell#dust sans#nightmare sans#horrortale sans#dusttale#horror sans#undertale au#undertale multiverse
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Dewdrop: "When they go low, I go lower."
Swiss: ...
Mountain: ...
Phantom, looking down on Dewdrop: "Wtf how low did they go?!"
#the band ghost#nameless ghoul#ghoul hcs#dewdrop ghoul#nameless ghouls#phantom ghoul#swiss ghoul#incorrect quotes#low#aeon ghoul#ghoul hc#hc#headcannons#ghoul#ghoul headcanons
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*holds out hands like a poor little Victorian boy*
fr3d1 headcanons?
This is going to be very long so here’s a cut
Ok so. In my mind, he’s a sentient little goober. He said screw the ‘robots can’t feel love’ trope, and proceeded to fall in love with everyone in the OIAR. Anyway he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing at any given time but he knows the following: fear tastes good, I love everyone here, and mischief is fun. As such, he enjoys freaking people out a bit, and causing a bit of mayhem here and there. He’ll give people talkers at very inconvenient times, trip people with his wires, and generally be a nuisance. All in good fun of course. Since he loves the people at the OIAR, if they were to ask him sincerely to stop doing something, he would infact listen, however, no one has don’t that yet.
When no one is in the office he plays computer games on himself, like solitare, snake, minesweeper, ect. Cool Math Games is his best friend when it comes to satisfying his boredom in day hours. Other things he does other than computer games, is doing things he knows will annoy Colin, like rearranging wires in the server room.
One time he tried to download a virus on himself to see what would happen and decided that it was not in-fact a fun thing. Since colin was the one who fixed it, Freddy took that like someone taking care of you when you when you’re sick in bed. Because of this, Freddy is most keen to try to flirt with Colin. Attempts at doing so thus far have not been successful.
On the other hand there’s Alice, who regularly flirts with Freddy in a haha joking way (or atleast that’s what she’s telling herself for now) and even though she isn’t doing it seriously, it’s still highly effective on Freddy. And not just that, but whenever shes the only one working, and she’s slacking off, she’ll infodump her interests towards Freddy. So those are the reasons he loves her so far.
Sam has this odd thing he started doing out of habit about a week after working at the OIAR. Atleast once a week he’ll find some sort of trinket, and leave it on top of his desk monitor. The trinkets range from pennies from off the ground to cool rocks he found. Every time he does this, the next day it’s gone. Sam thinks it’s one of the other OIAR employees taking them, but little does he know that it’s Fr3-d1 and FR3-d1 cherishes each and every one of these little offerings, storing them in a drawer somewhere in the server room.
Nothing for Celia yet. Haven’t really thought about it much, and she hasn’t been here long enough to have much association with Freddy other than knowing the origin of the voices.
Lena and Freddy have a long history. They actively talk to eachother, and have a sort of situationship going on. Maybe they try to like, jumpscare eachother or something. Lena was his first kiss but it was literally the most awkward thing ever so they have never brought it up again, only vaguely alluding to it as ‘The Incident’.
Like Celia I haven’t really thought about Gwen much in terms of Freddy, but I imagine Freddy likes to scare her the most out of everyone. My basis for this is him giving her a bonzo casement right after a traumatic experience with bonzo.
Anyway now for the logistics of my Freddy design.
So, Freddy can move wires and stuff around because they are a part of him, so he takes advantage of this fact to form a vaguely humanoid shape. A lot of the non wire pieces were either gifts from Lena, Sam, Klaus, or are just random pieces he found lying around that no one was using. He only really does this around Lena as he wants to try to actually make contact with the others without it first.
#freddy tmagp#tmagp freddy#fr3 d1#tmagp#the magnus protocol#headcannons#colin becher#lena kelley#samama khalid#alice Dyer#polygramming#B3ch#fr3yer#Fr4m
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I saw someone else do this and I thought it was cool so it's my turn now
Random tma headcannons (mostly about Jon) that don't matter at all to the cannon story but they matter to me:
1) When Jon was a child, he'd "adopt" stray cats. He'd leave food out for them and build them little houses out of cardboard boxes and whatever he could find
2) Jon paints. He started in high school, and his paintings are kinda sureal, often depicting shadowy figures and dull colors. In uni, he took an art class and when Georgie saw his paintings she kept trying to push him for their "deeper meaning" but in all honesty Jon just thought that painting creepy figures and off putting houses was fun
3)Tim's the kinda guy to blow kisses to his friends and constantly flirt with them
4) Martin knits. He tried to teach Jon once but Jon was too impatient
5) The holiday season passed while Jon was in his coma (that is actually cannon!) so Martin made Jon a sweater and left it on the bedside table at the hospital. Jon found the sweater when he woke up and wore it constantly throughout season 4 and 5
6) Martin also gifted Jon his favorite tea, so in season 4 Jon would drink the tea whenever he was having a hard time or he missed Martin
7) the rules of the bet Peter and Elias had were if Elias won they had to stay married which is why Peter's so annoyed about losing
8) whenever Jon and Martin are in the same room in season three they are holding hands (they do it subconsciously and neither of them are really aware of it)
9) Jon has a massive sweet tooth
10) Jon and Martin kissed before the unknowing, that's why Jon's so angry about Martin spending so much time with Peter (he's jealous)
11) Jon's a very emotional guy. Even before his time as archavist, he would cry rather often
12) Georgie has blonde curly hair. No clue why, that's just how I pictured her from day one
#I might do more of these later idk#this was fun#brain dump#tma#jonathan sims#the magnus archives#headcannons#tma headcanons
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