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Ed and Barbara brunch. Barbara and Oswald brunch. Neither Ed or Oswald know that she brunches with the other. She talks shit about both of them to the other one just for fun. They both think she's their bestie.

Lee and Lucius don't brunch, but they do go to the coffee shop down the street when the gcpd gets too hectic. They talk on the way there, talk while they wait, talk on the way back, and then eat lunch in their separate labs.

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in tune | h. brown

❥ — PAIRING hobie brown x gn! bassist! reader

❥ — SUMMARY (part one) you and your neighbour are the loudest people in your apartment building - drowning out the sound of each other's music with your own. You hadn't realised that your neighbour saw it less like a competition and more like a collaboration.

# A/N I wanted this to be one super long part 2 but decided it would better if it was split so there will be a part 3!! // I DO NOT CONDONE LEAVING THE HOUSE WHILE THE OVEN IS ON!!!! PLEASE DON'T DO THAT???

Hobie, as you now knew him, was not as skilled at baking as he was with his guitar.

"If, an' only if, you agree to rock out with me, I'll agree to help you do your baking," was his proposition. You had agreed immediately, taking his hand in yours for a firm shake. His fingers were long and slender, clad with rings.

You began to regret your decision when he came through your doorway, plastic bag in hand, and dumped it on the ground while he took his shoes off - yellow laced docs, beaten and scuffed beyond an inch of their lives.

"There's eggs in there don't just drop it!"

He froze for a second, lips parted as he stared wide-eyed at the bag. But he was quick to recover, crouching to rustle inside and pull out the eggs, flipping up the lid with an overly-smug smile playing at his lips,

"No damage done, see?"

You take the eggs off of him and scuttle into your kitchen so they're (momentarily) out his reach. When you get back to Hobie, he's showing himself around your flat, picking up photo frames and making comments about, 'you was a cute kid' or questioning the other people in the picture.

"That one's me and some old friends, we were in a band," you explained, pointing over each individual, "I don't talk to them anymore, think they just found someone else to play bass."

At your lack lustre explaination, Hobie let an arm fall around your shoulders like he had outside of your apartment and shrugged, "sod 'em. Too good to be playing with them lot anyway."

You looked at the photo for a moment longer before but patting the arm around you, "don't distract me with this shit, we need you in the kitchen, chef!"

He shut his eyes at your words, holding his lips down to suppress a smile, "don't call me chef, yea?"

With that, the pair of you walked into the kitchen. At some point the arm around your shoulder had turned into his hands on either side, like a very sorry looking conga line. Your kitchen was small (your entire flat was small) and you couldn't help noticing that your neighbour looked very tall and very out of place.

"So what's the plan?" he sets the rest of the ingredients onto the countertop and waits for your instructions, "chef."

You grab your recipe book and flip through it until you reach the only page in the baking section that hadn't been dog-eared. Choc-chip muffins.

Almost instinctively, you turned on the oven to pre-heat and shuffled past Hobie to open one of the shelves - you were sure you owned a baking tray for cupcakes and muffins. A small 'gotcha!' left your lips as you pulled it out, along with some scales, wincing at the sound of various other trays toppling into each other at your disturbance.

Turning around you met eyes with Hobie, lips curled ever so slightly and gaze dipping from yours for a fraction of a second.

"um, let's see," you side-stepped past him again and peered over at the book, mumbling to yourself, "mix the flour and baking powder- rub in the butter 'til breadcrumbs- stir in sugar 'n' chocolate chips."

Not wanting to get past Hobie with a glass bowl in your hand, you directed him to the right cupboard and told him to take out the largest bowl. He complied and placed it onto the counter, watching as you put in the flour and baking power.

"We need to put the butter in," you passed it to him and pointed at the scales, "could you weigh it out?"

It was your turn to watch as he put the entire container on the scales and frowned, "there's too much."

"Obviously," you rolled your eyes playfully, passing him the bowl you had been using before pointing out a drawer next to him, "zero the scales when you put this on, grab a knife and put in butter gradually."

You watched as he followed your words, pulling a stick of butter out of the pack and putting it into the bowl, "you been doing this every time we played together?"

"Yeah," saying it out loud was a bit embarrassing, "but I've baked something different each time. The neighbours like me- I don't want to get on their bad side, if I can help it."

"They gossip 'bout me?"

Your mind went to the middle-aged woman across from you, first and formost, who had repeatedly told you that, 'young boys wouldn't do that if he didn't want something from you'.

"No."

You answered too quickly to be telling the truth, and the way his lips quirked up into a smirk let you know that he was aware. He didn't say anything, though, just let it sit for a moment.

"How'd I get the butter out?"

His words interrupt the silence abruptly, turning the scales to you and mumbling that, "got distracted."

The next few minutes are spent with you both trying to cut out perfectly sized bits of butter until you then needed to put more back in. At one point you had pulled on your knife too suddenly and caused flour to spring out of the bowl, littering your countertop.

"Mate, your aim is shocking," before you get the chance to process his words, his hands are in the bowl and he's thrown a collection of flour and butter your way. You don't get the chance to dodge, but you do leap forward to get hold of the bowl.

"Oi!" you bark back, sticking your knife into another bit of butter and flicking it off towards him. The speed at which he ducks away is almost superhuman, and you're left gaping at him as he squats on the floor, looking up at you.

He's very pretty.

You stay in your spot, even when he stretches out to full height and reclaims the butter container, cutting out the exact amount and clapping you on the back, "pretty easy, eh?"

"Do you make everything difficult? Or are you just trying to make everything I do difficult?"

There's no malice behind your words, and he's quick to pick up on it as he leans in towards you, "it's not just you, love, don't worry."

"That's a shame," you muttered back, trying to ignore the way your brain told you to glance down at his lips, "thought I was special."

He quirks a brow and pulls away, busying himself with the cook book.

"this is long, mate," his exasperation makes you laugh, "'cos tell me what it means by breadcrumbs- genuinely."

You shake your head in amusement and slide into place beside him, dipping your hands into the bowl, "you've just got to rub the flour into the butter - pretty easy, eh?"

He smiles at you copying his earlier words, but continues to watch your hands before mirroring your actions. Your knuckles clash and you notice that his hands are cold. It takes a conscious effort not to interwine your fingers with his.

“So what’s next? We add the other stuff?”

You nod and talk him through the rest of the process, taking a step back once he starts furiously mixing the batter with a wooden spoon. He seemed to have a penchant for making a mess, and by the time he had finished, you did a quick wipe-down of the counter top to get rid of any spillage. You didn’t miss the sight of him licking off his fingers, either.

By the time you've poured the mixture into cupcake cases, there's a trail of mess following each of Hobie's movements: flour in his hair, mixture on his sleeves and a lazy, lopsided smile settled on his cheeks.

"What we doing while we wait?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong," his lips pull up into a lazy smile, "but someone agreed to jam out for a bit."

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wound too tight | h. brown

❥ — PAIRING hobie brown x gn! bassist! reader

❥ — SUMMARY you and your neighbour are the loudest people in your apartment building - drowning out the sound of each other's music with your own. You hadn't realised that your neighbour saw it less like a competition and more like a collaboration.

# A/N i keep seeing “drummer reader” this and “drummer reader” that so, as a fellow bassist, i’m giving us little guys some food

Your neighbour did not like you.

Luckily for them, the feeling was mutual.

Whenever you had a spare second, you'd take the opportunity to grab your bass and unwind, pulling out a CD you had burnt with all the songs you could play. You had strong feelings about paying a subscription fee to listen to music without ads, so you opted for totally legal youtube to mp3 converters.

You had never really been a noisy neighbour, keeping your amp as quiet as possible and stopping as soon as you knew people would be going to bed. Generally, the people that knew you in the building were fond of you.

So when the old lady in the flat next to you moved out, needing to live with family for the support, and a young man your age turned up, guitar case slung over his shoulder, you were curious. Eager to be friends, even.

The first week was quiet. There was an occasional clatter on the wall that connected your flats, but other than that you could've forgotten your old neighbour had even left. You occasionally saw him entering his apartment as you left, or vice versa, and he'd spare you a momentary glance as you offered a smile. A little rude, in your opinion, but not uncommon.

After that first week, your curiosity had died down and you had been following your regular routine, sifting through your CDs. You had one with a specific set of songs and you couldn't find it anywhere. After an hour, you had turned your entire apartment upside down to no avail and frowned at your own mess. You'd clean it up later.

Not bothering with a CD, you plugged it into your amp and checked the tuning of your bass, instinctively playing the familiar bassline of Boys Don't Cry - it had become habit for it to be the first thing you played, having been the first song you learnt.

What you didn't expect was, hardly five minutes later, an incredibly loud guitar strum to echo throughout your flat, barely muffled by your neighbour's walls. You listened in (not really having a choice due to it's volume) and recognised that he was playing a song you knew; one of the ones you had on that missing CD. It was a favourite of yours.

Biting the inside of your cheek you listened to him finish the first verse, aware that you couldn't practice with him making so much noise. When he reached the chorus, however, you used your foot to bump up the volume of your amp and play along, hoping that he could hear you (and that he was smart enough to realise he had been disturbing your practice).

It carried on like that for at least an hour, both of you gradually increasing the volume in an attempt to overpower the other.

When you finished, you immediately felt guilty for being an annoyance to just about everyone else in the building. You'd apologise for the disturbance the next morning.

That morning, you made a quick trip to your local cornershop, buying some baking ingredients so you could apologise with more than just a promise not to get carried away again.

None of your neighbours disliked you, easily accepting the apology and baked goods when you sputtered out an explanation for all the noise. A couple of them even invited you in for a cup of tea, which was always welcome.

"That boy," the middle aged woman across from you leaned closer, a devious glint in her eyes, "the one that just moved in, are you friends?"

"Uh, no," you tilted your head to the side, feeling like you were 17 again and being questioned by aunts about 'when will you bring someone home?', "we haven't even spoken, actually."

"Oh," you watched her deflated, "that's boring. I thought you two would've been fast friends."

It was difficult not to laugh at her lack of subtlety and you took it as a sign to leave before you had to dodge any more questions. Maybe in another universe she was a pestering aunt - you didn't think you'd hate that.

As you walked across the hall to your apartment, you noticed your neighbour was leaving, no guitar in sight.

You caught eyes momentarily before letting unlocking your door. As you made your way inside, you couldn't help feeling like there were still eyes on you.

This became a frequent routine - you'd practice bass, only to get interrupted by your lovely, polite neighbour deciding he wanted to play guitar whenever you didn't want him to, and a war over who could play louder would ensue.

It would've been funny the first time, but it was causing you to lose enjoyment out of practicing and a significant portion of your paycheck was being spent on ingrediants that you didn't even get to enjoy the results of. You were certain that the patience of your other neighbours were running thin, too.

So, like any normal person would, you began waiting for the familiar click of your neighbour's door closing before you even thought about touching your bass. The door, for whatever reason, had always been a sound you could hear from your apartment - you'd mostly tuned it out but now it proved vital in letting you practice bass in peace. And it worked.

For all of two days.

The last thing you expected when walking past your neighbour on the stairs was for him to reach out and grab your arm, stopping you in your tracks. His fingers were calloused, undoubtedly from guitar, but soft on your skin.

The contact made you turn to face him and you both stood like that for, what felt like, minutes. Just looking at each other. You hadn't noticed all his piercings. You hadn't noticed that he was as attractive as he was irritating.

"You the bassist?"

His words took you by surprise. Obviously he knew it was you - you didn't live with anyone, so there couldn't be multiple suspects.

"Yeah, I am."

His face broke out into a smile, grip tightening so he could pull you into him, slinging an arm over your shoulders. He smelt of aftershave and what you could only think to describe as an old library.

Since he had moved in, a word hadn't been spoken between you - a smile hadn't been shared. Now he'd nestled you under his arm, after just one admission from you.

"Mate," he was buzzing, "you are the sickest bassist I think I've ever heard. Every time you play I gotta join in, you're jus' too good!"

All ill-will towards the man melted away at his words: he was just joining in. It was cute, almost.

"Thanks," you offered, "I hadn't realised that's what you were doing, to be honest."

He didn't respond, catching sight of the plastic corner-shop bag in your hands. Flour, eggs, sugar, chocolate chips. Today you were making chocolate-chip muffins, it was one of the bakery recipes left in your cook book that you hadn't tried yet.

"You baking?"

"For the neighbours-"

"For me?" his smile only brightened, unintentionally leaning closer to you, "What's the occa-"

"To apologise for someone's noise," you shot back, not missing a beat. The statement had paused him in his tracks, lips pursed together and arm dropping away from you. It felt like you were missing something as he pulled away. If you didnt know better, you would've thought he hadn't even spared a second thought to your neighbours, or the volume of his amp.

"Hadn't really thought about that, I guess."

He'd proven you wrong; you didn't know better.

With the lull in conversation at his statement, you took a step away from him, offering your sweetest smile as you outstretched your arm with the bag, "I think I'm overdue some help, don't you?"

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So there's absolutely not enough content for The Son on not only this website, but on TikTok or Ao3 either, so I've decided to do it myself. Man I hate having brainrot over side characters. I've got no idea where half of this came from to be honest (I might be projecting a little bit...) (I've also tagged some creators at the end that helped fuel my fixation due to the absolute lack of content for anyone but Tangerine) Hope you enjoy :-)

The Son Dating H/Cs

He's really fussy about his hair

When he was a child, his father always made him cut it short to keep up the appearance of a functional family, but he hated it. Once he started acting out, the first thing he did was grow it out

He's really tetchy about people touching it for that reason, but also because he puts effort into making it curly and shiny

Despite all that, he absolutely loves it when you play with it. Literally no one else is allowed to touch his hair except you

He'll often fall asleep to you carding your fingers through his curls, and wake up to find he's now got a braid and several glittery hair clips

He pretends to be mad about it, but he really loves it

He's terrified of spiders. Like, jump up on the table and scream kind of terrified

One time you're just minding your business, when you hear a yelp and crash coming from the kitchen. Obviously you dropped everything, rushing to the kitchen thinking oh my god he's cut his finger off. I'm going to find him with no finger and spurting blood over the salad. I'm going to have to-

"A spider? Seriously?"

"Please get rid of it!! Kill it or move it, just get it away from me please!!!"

"Babe, it's tiny..." you say as you gently let it out from under a glass onto the windowsill, but when you turn around, he's already gone

"Is it gone?" You hear distantly from your bedroom. You shake your head fondly at your boyfriend (son of the biggest crime boss in the world huh?)

People often think you're the 'sunshine and grump' kind of couple, but you're a lot more similar than people realise

Often when he's rude to people, they look to you as if to say 'are you going to let him talk to me like that?' only to find you fighting a laugh (sometimes you think he's mean to people on purpose for that reason)

But on the opposite side of things, you've seen him cry his eyes out over romance films and Christmas adverts before

Whenever this happens (which is often. He's a lot more sensitive than people give him credit for) just kiss him on the forehead and hold him close. God knows he doesn't get hugged enough

Speaking of, he's incredibly clingy

Walking somewhere? He's holding your hand. Sitting down? Arm over the back of your chair. In bed? You bet he's got his legs tangled with yours.

Despite all that, he still gets so flustered when you show him any kind of affection

Sometimes when you kiss him, you pull back for a moment just to see how red he gets. He'll always chase you for a second, but you get to see him half dazed and blushing for a second before you go back in

His lock screen and home screen are two different pictures of the two of you together

His lock screen is a dumb picture of the two of you at karaoke. He's wearing a hot pink inflatable crown, and you're wearing a cowboy hat. You're in the middle of laughing at him, and he doesn't think he's seen anything more beautiful

His home screen is a picture of the two of you looking at a Christmas Market. He loves the way the lights are reflected in your eyes making them look like stars. As for him, he's looking at you as if he can't believe you're real and standing right next to him. It's his favourite picture ever

Sometimes he has bad days where he's in danger of relapsing, but you're usually there to distract him and stop him from doing anything stupid

One time however, you came back from work to find he'd gone out and bought as many fairy lights as possible, and spent the rest of the day putting them up around the house as a distraction

As soon as you stepped through the door, you were greeted with this golden glowing light covering the perimeter of the hallway ceiling, travelling all the way around your small sitting room and kitchen, then trailing back to your bedroom. You found him sat on the bed, transfixed by the twinkling. You silently made your way over and just held him. Neither of you ever take the lights down.

You're constantly wearing eachothers clothes. You basically share a wardrobe at this point

It's to the extent that he once bought a pink hoodie, and everyone thought it was yours

"Stealing y/n's clothes again, eh?"

"What?? This is mine?"

"Yeah, suree"

You bought him a switch for his birthday one year, and now you're constantly having games nights. Actually, that implies that it's a specific time and place, but oh no

You two are constantly battling eachother in something, whether that be smash, or Mario cart, or even minecraft

"Did you just blue shell me?!"

*mischievous Russian laughter*

"Oh it is on"

Or

"Stop stealing my diamonds!!" He cried, shoving you lightly

"Stop leaving them in your chest then!!"

"Stop Going Through My Chests!!!!"

He's annoyingly good at things when he first tries them

Like, you tried to teach him how to knit one evening and before you knew it, you were being given a scarf with tassels and all

For your birthday, he gave you a hand knitted turtle neck that he'd been working on secretly for months

Not that it wasn't sweet (it was really comfy and it quickly became your favourite) but it was also So Annoying

That being said, he keeps anything you make him. The only reason he got into knitting in the first place is because you were knitting him a scarf

It wasn't your best work. It was slightly wonky and incredibly colourful, but he loved it so much

As soon as there's a single cool breeze, he's cracking out the scarf

You've begged him to let you knit him a new one, a better one, even if it's only to save him the embarrassment of wearing it, but he always refuses saying he already has a scarf

It's embarrassing, but a part of you loves him even more for it. In a way, it's like him saying I'll love you no matter what (even if you are a bit wonky)

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Since there's not many fanfics for this character, I wanted to tag a couple of other creators I've seen also talk about him!!

@mysadcorner for their headcannons. They really gave me the fuel I needed to begin with for this fixation!!

@eggbreadboi for their amazing fanart

@danny-cordray for their hair headcannons!!

@avocado-writing for their one bed fic

And finally, @pietromaximoffluvr for this post which was the last straw for me writing this.

Thank you all for the content you produce, and I hope you enjoyed this!! It might be slightly ooc for him, but since there was very little character to go on, I hope it's at least okay!!

#reader insert #bullet train #bullet train fluff #bullet train headcanons #bullet train the son #bullet train the son fluff #bullet train x reader #logan lerman #the son bullet train #the son fluff #at my wits end with the tags now #its literally not showing up in any of the tags at all #idk what to do anymore #if anyone has any advice on how to get it to show up it would be greatly appriciated!!

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Bullet Train Masterlist:

The Son:

The Son Dating HCs

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Foxma:

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I love these bitches so much. I've finished Gotham now and lemme just say... You know that scene (spoilers for season 5 from here I guess lmao) when Ed breaks into the GCPD and is going through the files, and Lucius catches him and pushes him back with a hand on his chest?? Yeah, I've been thinking about that scene a lot. This list breaks from canon a little bit (as in, it exists in a world where they would realistically date), but oh well. Enjoy :-)

I reckon they're one of those couples where people don't even realise they're dating until something obviously lovey-dovey happens

like, they'll be at a dinner party or something and one of them maybe gets a little too drunk and kisses the other, and everyone else is like "lol that's embarrassing, Lucius and Ed just kissed" and they're like "???yeah??? We've been dating for 3 years now???"

Like, between all the hand holding, and the sharing food and clothes, everyone just thought they were really friendly with each other (but in hindsight they probably should have guessed)

they have nights where they challenge each other at board games all night. Like, they'll cycle through about 15 games in one night, and have an ongoing tally of wins pinned up on the fridge

on their anniversary, they'll buy each other a new game to add to the tournament

predictably, if they ever watch a game show on TV, they'll race to answer the question first (but every now and then, Lucius lets Ed win just to see how excited he gets about it (Ed knows this of course, but he doesn't mind so much when Lucius looks at him like that))

because they're interested in the same sort of subjects, info dumping is always a fun time for both of them (even if it's unrelated, it's still fun)

while Ed's hanging up the washing, he'll listen to Lucius rant about the intricacies and beauty of biomechanics

and then while Lucius is cooking, he'll listen to Ed rant about epigenetics

This happens a lot though, with pretty much anything...

"so they've basically got a ton of chromosomes!! And there's this one fern that has the world record for having the most!! It's called the adder's tongue fern, or Ophioglossum reticulatum, and it has up to 1,440 chromosomes!!! That's way too many!!" "And what was this called again??" "Polyploidy!! Wait, I haven't even started on Oxytricha trifallax yet!! So basically-" *heart eyes*

Ed always forgets to carry his ear defenders around, so Lucius makes sure he has a spare pair in his bag just in case Ed needs them

Lucius likes to tinker with things when he's bored

one time, Ed came home to find him surrounded by a mixture of cogs and screws only to find that he'd taken apart their toaster

"it stopped working..."

"oh, okay!! Can you fix it?"

"Yeah! It was a fairly common problem, all I needed to do was- what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

*absolute heart eyes* "I just love you is all"

there are so many books and papers around their house that it could be mistaken for a library

well, it's like that right up until the moment Ed gets overstimulated by it all, and then Lucius helps him clean it until everywhere is spotless again (this usually happens late at night, leading to the two of them cleaning until 2 AM and they can finally both sleep)

their whole house is a mixture of dark wood and warm colours. It's really lovely when one comes back and can smell a home cooked meal wafting through the corridors. That's when it especially feels like home

They have a coat hanger by the door that is always overflowing with jackets. When it finally fell over, they both had to reevaluate how many coats they actually needed

one time Ed learn how to quilt so he gave Lucius a massive quilted blanket for his birthday. It was big enough to cover their bed and checked with reds and yellows and the occasional dark green. He loved it so much that it became a permanent fixture in their room

in the winter months, when their small flat can't keep out the Gotham cold, they'll bundle under the blankets and hold onto eachother until they fall asleep

there's not really a strict big spoon or little spoon, just two people clinging to eachother in a tangle of limbs

Lucius has one of those alarms where you have to solve a maths equation before it turns off. Normally Ed would love it, but not at 5 AM...

"nghh can you just turn it off already"

"give me a second, this one's a bit challenging... actually, I'm just going to grab some paper quickly-"

"can you at least taKE THE ALARM WITH YOU?!" Ed groans as he rolls over and tries to hide from the noise in his pillow

Lucius likes to go on runs early in the morning. He enjoys the fresh air and lack of people. That and the fact that Ed is only just waking up when he gets back, sleepily kissing him and handing him a warm cup of coffee with the promise of breakfast soon after

That being said, sometimes he'll go to get up for his run only to find Ed curled into his side. It's those mornings when he decides to snooze his alarm and spend another hour or so dozing next to the love of his life

they go on cute dates to their local museum, sometimes checking out the occasional lecture happening there

They enjoy comparing notes afterwards to see what parts each of them found most interesting

But sometimes if the lecture is boring (and it's rare for either of them to find a lecture boring) they'll forgo the academic notes, and instead send messages back and fourth across the desk

Ed always expects Lucius to throw the notes away afterwards, but he keeps them at the back of his notebook

This lecture is kind of boring. He's just ranting about Crayfish?

Yes, it is slightly strange. I think I heard him say something about invasive species, but honestly I drifted off about 10 minutes ago

Do you want to grab a Chinese after this?

Yeah sure! The usual place?

Obviously

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Love you

I love you too

#partially inspired by a REALLY dull seminar i had the other day where this guy literally went on about crayfish for an hour. truly painful #well that and my obsession with polyploidy and epigenetics rn #foxma #foxma headcannons #foxma hcs #ed nygma #edward nygma #lucius fox #gotham #gotham tv #foxma fluff #ed nygma fluff #edward nygma fluff #lucius fox fluff #lucius fox x ed nygma #lucius fox x edward nygma #gotham fic #gotham hcs #ed nygma hcs #ed nygma headcannon #edward nygma hcs #edward nygma headcanons #lucius fox hcs #lucius fox headcannon #god i love these boys so much

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Morpheus/Dream:

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The Corinthian:

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Death:

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Star Wars Masterlist:

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

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Ahsoka Tano:

Coming soon (I'm whipped for her too, dear GOD)

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I don't know if anyone has said this before, but 'Astronomy' by Conan Gray is absolutely about Satine and Obi-Wan

#i've been listening to it on repeat #but I can't help but think about those two everytime #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #kenobi #tcw #the clone wars #obi wan x satine #pretty much every lyric could be applied to them #i don't even ship it that much #conan gray #kasplonk speaks!

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I'm really sorry for anyone that has requested anything recently!! I'm not ignoring it, I promise!! It's exam season currently and I'm just trying to get through the next few weeks. I have a lot of ideas for things (trust me, Obi-Wan Kenobi has wormed his way into my brain, so I'm feeling the need to write some whump for him (AND the series comes out on the day of my first exam (tomorrow!!!))) but I won't be posting anything until my exams are finished.

See you all soon!!

(And if you see me reblogging shit and go "Hey!! They're supposed to be studying!!" You're absolutely right and I beg you ignore it)

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Dating Isaac Lahey Would Include...

A/N: Isaac Lahey never went to France & Allison never died. I did enjoy writing headcannons so! My requests are OPEN, and you can find my masterlist here Word Count: 962 Pairing: Isaac Lahey X Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Pretty self-explanatory Requested?: No but please request Teen Wolf!!

○ This boy will never admit it to anyone but you but he LOVES cuddling. ○ Maybe it’s because of his childhood but whenever he can he will be cuddling you. ○ You also love to nap together, as you being a student and him being a werewolf you rarely have time to sleep. ○ Wearing his scarves. ○ Him pulling you into a kiss with a scarf. ○ Wearing his lacrosse jersey most the time. You have multiple lying around your house, and it’s guaranteed  if he forgets his, you will have a spare for him. ○ Slowly stealing all his jumpers and it took him ages to realise. 

Like months went past of you stealing one jumper every time you were at the McCall house but it wasn’t until you started wearing them to school that he realised that you had them all (“I like that jump- that’s mine isn’t it?” “All this time I just thought Miss McCall was behind on my laundry!”).

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Domestic Hcs: Layla El-Faouly

I just get the feeling she's an early riser. But by early riser, I mean she's up an already organising what you're both doing, while also in the process of waking you up too

Like, it'll be 5am and she's there with a cup of coffee, letting you know that she's going on a hike in less than an hour, and you're coming with her

"Babe, it's literally 4:47 AM, the sun isn't even fully up yet"

"But it's almost up, which means we're wasting time!"

Despite that, it's always worth it to see the way the early morning light casts shadows on her face; she looks even more striking than normal in the orange glow of the sunrise

You have these extravagant movie nights, where you end up making a blanket fort and putting up fairy lights, and making hot chocolates heaped with whipped cream and marshmallows

She gently kisses you when you get whipped cream on your top lip

She also gets mad at the movie you're watching, like if it's a horror movie then she's yelling about the logic used

"Oh yeah, great idea!! Split up with a serial killer in the house, what could possibly go wrong?"

But it's worse if it's a romance movie

Both of you will be playfully gagging at the kissing scenes and rolling your eyes at the cheesy lines, giggling whenever something dumb happens

Dancing around the kitchen in fuzzy socks

You get so caught up in the moment that you forget the pasta until it bubbles over, making a loud hiss that makes you both jump

I imagine her house being really bright and airy, and full of cool artifacts

When you first saw them, you thought they were just cool replicas, until you eventually figured out the truth

"Wait, Layla, is that the real statue of khufu?"

"..........it's too nice to sit in a museum"

"How did you even get it?......Babe?!"

It's not like you're going to tell anyone though, so for now it'll just have to stay on the bookshelf, right next to her collection of French poetry

One day you walk into the kitchen to find Layla talking to a stray calico cat at the window. She had given her a small plate of chicken that she'd been cooking for lunch and a bit of water

You didn't want to disrupt the moment by walking in, so you watched from the doorway with the most loving expression a person could muster

After that, the cat would keep coming back. Same time everyday there would be tapping and loud meowing coming from the kitchen; the signal it was time to feed her

You're not quite sure when it happened, but eventually she kind of let herself in, roaming the house, before getting comfortable on the bed and falling asleep

Since then she's never left

Layla always considered herself more of a dog person, but it melts your heart when you see her with the cat curled up in her lap

She has. So. Many. Boots. And because she takes them off at the door, you find yourself tripping over a pair sometimes when you're on your way out

But then, you leave books around the house constantly, sometimes to the point where she can't even see the table underneath all the papers

One would think you get annoyed at eachother for these things, but somehow it's endearing to find boots at the door and know Layla is home from a long day. Just like how she finds books on the table and knows you've become passionate about something new

Despite that, I reckon she's a pretty tidy person

She takes spring cleaning very seriously. On the first day of spring, she puts up a checklist of everything that needs to be sorted out, and systematically works her way through it

It's too much to get done in one day, but you work together and the list is cleared within about a week

It's nice to take a moment to sit down, knowing that there's nothing left to do except curl up, and enjoy eachothers company

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Is it obvious yet how much I love her? I've been wanting to write this for ages, but studying has been getting in the way. Speaking of, this will probably be my last post for a couple of months. Exam stress is getting real and I want to give myself the best chance I can to do well! I do have some more stuff in the works, but I won't be looking at it until my exams are done. Hope you enjoyed this though, and as always, feel free to request anything and I'll get to it when I can!! :-)

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Dating Isaac Lahey would include:

Stealing his jumpers constantly. They're literally massive, but they're soft, and they smell like old books, and the woods after rain, but most of all they smell like home

Going to see his lacrosse games. He would try to tell you that it wasn't a big deal, and that you didn't really have to come, but you would absolutely go full out every time

I'm talking face paint, colour coordinated outfits, banners, the works

He would be so embarrassed at first, but not of you. He's just shocked that someone would care about him that much

He would do this thing when the game ended where he would run across the pitch and kiss you in front of the crowd like he'd just won (even if their team lost)

If you guys are studying together, he would occasionally lean over to look at your answers, and when he gets caught he would pretend that he was going to hug you instead

"No, babe, you literally just look so cute right now" *continues peeking*

"Uh huh. It seems my answers are looking even cuter..."

"Well, now that you mention it-"

Lots of small touches. When you guys are walking together, your hands just naturally find eachother

Or when you're studying, you'll comfortably press your legs against eachothers under the table

Or sitting down, he'll sling his arm over your shoulders so you can lean on his chest

You both just enjoy the feeling of being close

He is constantly giving you his jacket. If he sees to even shiver slightly, the jacket is coming off. Even if you rub your arms, all of a sudden you have his coat dumped on you while he looks away bashfully and mumbles something about it being cold

Yeah, it's kinda chivalrous, but really it's more of a possessive thing

Speaking of being possessive, oh my days he literally cannot deal with other guys flirting with you

One time, while the two of you were eating lunch together, one of the guys from your history class came over and started flirting with you, and Isaac did not take it well at all

"I was thinking we could hang out on Friday? Just you and me, without your friend here"

Issac kept his head down as be wrapped his arm around your shoulder, finally looking up, eyes yellow as the sun, when he said

"You wanna try that again, bud?"

The guy almost seems stuck on the spot until you place a hand on Issac's, squeezing gently

"Sorry Ben, I'm actually Issac's girlfriend, so I can't"

Even though he was angry, hearing you tell people 'you are his' drove him a little wild

You write eachother small love notes all the time. Sometimes you give them in person, sliding small professions of love across the hard wood of the library desks

But sometimes it's more fun to hide them for the other to find later

So many times, Isaac has come home from a rough day only to move a folder on his desk and find a small note folded there. His face just lights up, the troubles of the day already fading in his mind, replaced by one thought: you

Or sometimes he'll flick to a random page in his textbook, and a small pink post-it will fly out from between the pages, the only message on it being "i love you"

He starts off as the big spoon, but you usually wake up to find him safely gathered up in your arms, asleep on your chest

Especially if he has a nightmare. He tries so hard not to wake you, but if he does, just hold him until he calms down, muttering sweet nothings until he falls back asleep. A lot of the time he doesn't even remember it in the morning

He's the one who deals with spiders, but not before teasing you about it

"Oh come on, he's just a little guy!!"

"Isaac, seriously, please take him outside"

"You sure you don't wanna say hi?"

He never kills them though. He kinda identifies with them, so he just grabs a cup and some paper and takes them out

There was that one time though, when the spider wouldn't fit in the cup, in which both of you really considered just leaving for a couple hours until it went away on it's own

"Yeah I think I'm gonna give this one a miss..."

"What do you mean 'a miss'? You're the big bad wolf, go sort it out!!"

"Wait, babe....where did it go?"

👁👄👁

*sounds of you both grabbing your bags and leaving the room* "nope" "nope" "absolutely not"

I actually had so much fun writing this!! It's crazy the kind of inspiration you get when you're trying to avoid studying, but anyway!! Hope you enjoyed, and feel free to send a request!! :-)

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Omg so I’m in my finals week for my first term of Veterinary school. Can you do an image of Steven Grant x reader where he kind of takes care of her and makes her take breaks and just super fluffy. Maybe reader doesn’t feel smart enough or something and he comforts her. Thank you so much and good luck on exams if you have them.

Oh my god that's so cool!! I can absolutely do that!! If I'm being honest, I'm sitting my A-Levels later this month, and I'm stressing!! Good luck for your exams, and thanks for the ask!!

Steven Grant x Vet!Reader: Studying

It starts with small things, like a cup of tea beside you, already cold by the time you've realised

He knows it'll go forgotten every time, but he makes it for you regardless

Or he'll creep around the room so he doesn't make any noise, just in case it distracts you

He gets you to check on Gus all the time

That's actually how you guys met!! When he woke up to Gus having one more fin than usual, not only did he go to the pet shop, but also the vet (just in case)

In he comes to the same vets you're interning at, certain there's something wrong with his beloved pet

"Are you sure he only had one fin, sir?"

"Yep, 100%!! Either it grew back in one night, or that's not my fish, and I don't see how someone could have replaced my fish without me knowing, that would just be downright ridiculous haha"

"....right"

Somehow his anxious rambling was endearing, which lead to you giving him your email, for "emergencies"

Which results in him giving you almost daily updates on how Gus was doing

Eventually you both met up again, and the rest is history

But anyway,

If you fall asleep at your desk, he'll gently wake you up, and steer you towards the bed

Once he knows your asleep, he then goes back to makes sure your laptop is charged, and all your books and papers are safely stacked on top of each other

The next morning, you find a post it note stuck to your textbook that reads " don't forget to take breaks, I love you x"

One night, he's looking for one of his jumpers only to see you swamped in the soft material

"Is that my jumper, love?"

"Yeah. It helps me focus"

He doesn't mind one bit. Honestly, just the sight of you in it makes his heart swell

Because it's so quiet, he usually takes the opportunity to sit and read his books on Egypt

This leads to both of you forgetting anything else, until one of you looks up and remembers

"Hey, babe?"

".............."

"Steven?"

"Oh, yeah??"

"It's four am......"

".........bollocks"

Study dates!!! You both head to the library and just read and work and write and literally just enjoy each others company

If you don't feel smart enough sometimes, he's absolutely the first person to be bigging you up

"What do you mean you're not smart enough? You're the smartest, most brilliant, most intelligent, creative, perfe-"

He could literally go all day

He will say it as many times as it takes for you to believe him

He's so confident in your ability to do what you love, and he just wishes that you had the same faith in yourself that he has in you

Sometimes he'll come up behind you while you're reading, and just drape his arms across your shoulders while he rests his chin on your head

"Oh, hello"

"Hi...."

"Whatcha doing up there?"

"Thinking that you should take a break for lunch"

He tests you using flash cards. For every one you get right, you get a point, for every one you get wrong, he gets a point

Whoever has the most points by the end gets to choose the movie later

You came up with this game after he originally gave you a kiss for each one you got right, but it ended up being counter productive since you both got so flustered that you couldn't think, and he could barely read the card

When you do end up absolutely smashing your exams, he's so proud of you

Literally beaming when you tell him you passed

He never doubted you for a second

And that's it for now!! Thank you again for the ask, I hope this is what you were looking for!! Good luck to anyone taking exams, don't forget to look after yourselves though. I hope you enjoyed, and as always feel free to send a request!! :-)

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Being roommates with Steven Grant because you really think he’s able to afford a London apartment on his own working in a gift shop???

Steven Grant x gn!reader (platonic)

Word count: 908

(Steven Grant is neurodivergent, argue with the wall)

Despite being a vegan, im almost 100% sure all this man eats is chips/fries and desserts

Hates a lot of vegan food, pretty much of it has a weird texture and he just can’t eat it without wanting to open his mouth and let it fall back on his plate  

Sweet wrappers all over the coffee table 

Pls cook for him, the poor man is missing so many nutrients

Steven’s not great at reacting to emotions sometimes, but he’s trying his best!! 

“You alright love?” 

“My girlfriend broke up with me” 

“Oh……that’s a shame innit?” 

“Over the phone” 

“Oh bloody hell, a bit rude don't you think??” 

Introduces you to every single tea you can think of, loves fruit and herbal teas

Will always make you one when he’s making one himself. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s finding your mug and making you one, it’s just second nature to him 

Can't close cupboards, 

Simply can't, he tries, he really does! 

The amount of times you’ve hit your head on the corners of the doors is well into the thousands at this point 

You’ll be in the middle of a phone call in the kitchen whilst steven is making lunch, turn around and then WHAM you’re on your ass 

Asks you to lock your door when you sleep, for yours and his sake, he’s so scared that with his ‘sleeping disorder’ he’s gonna somehow harm you 

But somehow sleeps worse if he knows you’re not at home 

Gets a little anxious if you’re staying over at a friend's place or going somewhere for a few days 

He can get so lonely if you’re gone for a while and dives even deeper into reading and disassociates even more than usual

you guys probably spend the holidays together and it's so peaceful and quiet

steven doesn't strike me as someone who's very festive but he'll still stay up for new years with you and crack open a bottle of wine and wish you a happy new year as the fireworks go off

Affectionate but hesitant about it, in the beginning, he’d stay a couple feet away from you if he could help it 

You thought he hated you for a long while 

Turns out he’s just a little shy and not aware of where your personal space/physical boundaries are and thought it'd be better to be safe than sorry 

if you’re a cuddly kind of person he’ll come home from work and slump on you 

You’ll be standing in the bathroom and he’ll find you and just throw his arms around you and mush his face into your shoulders 

constantly leans on you

his head's resting on your back or the top of your head

he always leans against you when you guys are sitting on the sofa

With the whole “laters gators” thing??? 

Yeah you both fight to get the last word 

It gets like stupidly long 

“Laters gators” 

“In a while crocodile!” 

“Bye-bye, butterfly” 

“Gotta go buffalo”

“Toodeloo kangaroo!” 

“........Steven get out, you’re gonna be late” 

“Yeah alright! Alright! Laters-” 

“Steven! Out now!” 

Visit him at work and his eyes will brighten up so much, smiles for the first time since leaving the house 

“Hiya you! What are you doing here?” 

Can’t talk for too long or Donna’s gonna find some sort of punishment for him slacking off 

The only reason the flat is clean is because of you 

Steven thinks of it as “well nobody ever comes over so why does it need to be spotless?” 

Either forgets to do his chores

Or forgets which chores were actually his to do and in a panic, does all of them 

You come back home after a crappy day to a completely spotless flat, books stacked neatly on windowsills and on top of Gus’ tank, papers actually underneath his pyramid paperweight, dishes cleaned and put away

He’s so sweet anxious all of the time

Almost crying, choking out a “can i hug you?” 

To which he confusedly nods to and holds his arms out to you 

Slowly wraps his arms around your shoulders and lets you sigh heavily into him before he asks if a cup of tea and a chat would help

reading together on the sofa, your legs across his lap and his forearms on your shins

or vice versa

Watching history documentaries at 2am with his head in your lap and your hands absentmindedly running through his curls, both of your heads drooping but too interested in the show to call it quits, he ends up ranting about his day, asking for your opinions on things until the slow motions of your hand slur his speech until  he’s mumbling so much you can’t make out a single word 

“Steve? You awake? You gotta get to bed” 

“Mhmmm m’gonna, s’no worry love, no worry…..” 

If you ever don’t have the money to cover your half of the bills, you don’t even have to ask, Steven will cover you for as long as he can with his shitty minimum wage job and won’t think twice about it

Three words:

Steven 

Just Dance 

He tries to do the rasputin squat kicks and falls on his ass, then whines if you laugh at him

"yeah yeah, laugh away, you evil little bugger, my poor arse!"

Overall he’s a good guy and although he’s scatterbrained a lot of the time, he’s the sweetest roommate you could ever ask for

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Steven Grant x Reader: Studying Hcs

Exam season is coming up, so this is a completely self indulgent list so I can avoid studying.

First off, you know this man would be so aware of how much time you had spent studying, when the last time you ate was, whether you'd been drinking water regularly

When he first realised that you hadn't been looking after yourself well enough, he would mention it, but after seeing how defensive you got he tried a different approach

Instead of outright asking when you last ate anything, he would subtly leave snacks beside you while you were deep in concentration

Or if he notices your water bottle was empty, he would silently fill it and then put it back where it was

If you talk to him about what you're studying, he'll be so interested in how it all works

He has no idea what you're talking about, but he wants to understand, so be prepared for questions about literally everything

He looks so confused (cute) until you say one thing, and suddenly it all clicks and his face lights up

In return, you listen to him explaining things he's interested in at the moment

Not just Egypt, but also the ins and outs of environmental sustainability, or a very detailed description of different types of clouds and what they mean

"Darling, have you ever heard of a nimbostratus cloud?" "um...I don't think so. Tell me about it!!" he'll look at you with literal heart eyes before launching into a full explanation

No matter what it is, it's always lovely to see how passionate he gets about such obscure topics.

But anyway!! I think he would try and leave you alone as much as possible so as not to distract you...well, at least until he's bored

He becomes a bit like a cat

He'll wrap his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on top of yours, and ask what you're doing

*deep sigh* "what you up to now, love?"

"Studying??"

".... you mean break time???"

If you give in, it's straight to bed for a nap

He's tired, you're tired, a nap is the perfect thing

However, if you don't give in, he only gets worse

All of a sudden he's picking up pens off your desk and doodling on your notes, or he's flicking through your textbooks

Basically annoying you into walking away from your work for a bit

If you're feeling anxious, you just know he would give the best hugs

He'll have no negativity as well!! If he hears you say one self deprecating thing, he will lecture you for at least 20 minutes on how capable and smart you are

"I just don't know if I'll be able t-"

"Don't finish that sentence. I will not listen to the smartest person I know be discouraged by some silly test!"

This could literally go on for ages, so if you want to have time to study, don't say it in his earshot

That being said, he would never try to dismiss how you feel. If he could tell that you were genuinely worried, he would listen for as long as you needed to talk, and reassure you when you finally got it all off your chest

He would enjoy quizzing you on things. It becomes like a game for the two of you, every answer you get right is a point for you, and every one you get wrong is a point for him. Whoever has the most points at the end gets to pick the movie you watch later

When exams are finally over, he'll celebrate with you by taking you out to dinner (not a steak restaurant this time), and telling the waiters that it's your birthday in the hopes of getting a free dessert to share

Okay, that's it for now. This has been in my drafts for like, a week now. If you couldn't tell, I'm a little stressed out for my exams lmao, so I wont be as active in the coming weeks, but I've got a lot of things planned!! As always, feel free to request anything, and I hope you enjoyed!! :-)

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