#chapel writes

[extasiswings]

Idk what this is but those new stills hurt all three of my feelings so have some angst.

“I don’t understand what happened to us. I don’t understand what changed,” Buck says, and Eddie freezes.

Because he knows. He knows exactly. Every big moment they’ve shared, the beautiful and the terrible, and all of the little ones in between exist in the back of his mind in one giant tapestry of memory. A pulsing, bleeding heart of a thing that he tries not to look at too closely because the fact that it is always there, so close to the surface, never letting him out of its thrall is sometimes more than he can bear.

It’s been years. Eddie’s gotten very used to being in love with Buck. Quietly, achingly in love with Buck, knowing he can’t have him but not being able to stop. Loving Buck doesn’t feel like a choice, it’s just a fact of his existence, rooted so deep and taking up so much space that Eddie can hardly recall being without it, the person he was before—before Buck, before LA and the 118, before tsunamis and shootings and lightning strikes. There are days when loving Buck overwhelms. When he can hardly breathe for the all-consuming nature of it. When the want is so fierce that he can taste it on his tongue. Most of the time though, it’s manageable. Like a radio on in the background, volume low enough that Eddie can ignore it. He can be almost clinical about it: fact—he is in love with Buck, fact—Buck is never going to love him back. It’s been years, so Eddie knows exactly how to handle these inconvenient truths, knows how to handle himself, has gotten used to them. He never expected anything to change, assumed that nothing could surprise him after so long.

But. Buck stood next to him in a cemetery and started talking about a woman he had only just met—a stranger—seeing him, understanding him like no one else, and Eddie—

Something in him broke. Some fragile bit of hope he hadn’t even realized he was harboring shattered, the shards slicing him to bloody ribbons.

And all he could really think was, Enough. Enough now.

Things changed then. He’s changed. Their relationship has changed. And he’s been telling himself that’s a good thing. It’s good, necessary even.

But Eddie doesn’t know how to deal with this. He doesn’t know what to say when Buck is sitting in front of him asking about it point blank while looking like a kicked puppy.

Part of him is angry. He resents being in this position, resents how long it’s taken Buck to say anything, resents knowing he can’t explain himself without revealing things he never wanted to. Mostly though, he resents the fact that after months of work—drawing a line in the sand and dating someone else, pulling away in an effort to establish real boundaries that might let him move on—he is still as much in love with Buck as ever.

Mostly though, he’s just tired.

“We’re still friends, Buck,” Eddie finally manages to say. “That hasn’t changed.”

“But something is different,” Buck insists. “If—you would tell me if I did something, wouldn’t you?”

Eddie drags a hand over his face, resisting the urge to touch his chest where a dull ache has bloomed behind his sternum.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” he replies. It’s not an answer, not to the question Buck actually asked, but it’s as much of one as Eddie thinks he can give. And it’s the truth—Buck hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s not a crime not to love someone.

“But—”

“Buck.” Eddie’s tone snaps, raw and sharp and jagged. It sounds foreign to his own ears, an unacceptable loss of control, but he is fraying badly at the seams and needs out of this conversation.

A stricken look crosses Buck’s face, and Eddie forces his voice to gentle as he quietly adds, “Please.”

Please drop it. Please don’t push. Please don’t pull this thread.

Please let me go. Just let me go. Please.

Silence stretches between them for a long moment as Buck’s eyes scan Eddie’s face. But finally, as if he heard all the different things packed into that one syllable, Buck nods once.

“Okay.”

#chapel writes #911 spoilers #buddie

[luuxxart]

royal college trio 🍂🍁

#persona 5 #goro akechi #akira kurusu #sumire yoshizawa #firstly. I would like to apologize if I got any of the writing wrong but I’m. trusting Wikipedia #I forgot how much I missed them until I started drawing this #just to point it out #Akechi goes to ritsumeikan; Akira goes to Doshisha; and Sumire goes to Kyoto U #my reasoning is in a previous college shuake post #but to recap… rits and dodai have a rivalry…. Kyoto U is just kind of neutral so .. that’s how it works w then #I wanted to make the caption a quote I saw in my college’s chapel bc it’s what inspired this piece but #there’s no one to credit afaik except doshisha as an institution as a whole?? #it doesn’t link back to my institution. technically #but iykyk #and if you know don’t say anything #rare occasion where I don’t use any filters lol #just really liked my shading and everything here so #OH OH before I go pls look closely at their phones for little details :) #realized u can’t see sumi’s that well but it’s a clear case with a Sylveon card in it #also idk what she’s showing Akira might be like. a new mini pc Futaba’s working on who knows

[angelapleasant]

And the chorus said to me Don't be unwise Soft feet skipping to the hum of a knife

Read (or on ao3) | Soundtrack | Story Index | Chapter Credits

#ts2 #*sw #mind the warnings please #and forgive the pics that aren't perfect lol #hope you enjoy #hope you stick around to see the actual story #hope you can forgive how rusty i am since i haven't had time to write anything in like 6 years 🤡 #i'm not editing it anymore though i am tired of looking at it and refuse to get stuck in the endless loop of edit and reedit #BTW the lots are listed on credits page but the chapel was original st. humbles by katatty and i kept the name! #*ts2 #**

[trip-tuckers-hyperspanner]

SNW beach day headcanons

Pike: Pike wears bright-colored, floral swimming trunks and does not wear sunscreen. He burns really bad too. You can barely get him out of the water unless it's for volleyball or to cook something for everybody. He will haul a grill to the beach.

Una: She wears a bikini and brings drinks of all sorts. She doesn't burn, but she doesn't tan either. She doesn't wear sunscreen, either, but she brings extra bottles and tanning oil for everyone. She has an extra towel, too.

Joseph: Wearing a whole body swimming piece. Likes to go tubing, boating, and parasailing. Fishing is a MUST, if available. He'll bring a first aid kit and water guns. He's pretty simple when it comes to Beach Day.

Hemmer: Trunks and a T-Shirt. Great surfer. Spends a lot of his time picking up shells on the shore, or neat rocks. He'll end up telling a bunch of kids stories about what "happened to his eyes" in order to scare them into behaving for their parents. He's a lifesaver. He doesn't bring anything except a first aid kit, just in case.

Uhura: She's too busy chatting up everybody at the beach to ever get into the water. She has a tankini or one of those bikinis with the skirt thingie on it. Wears sufficient sunscreen. She'll probably be laying on the sand after going out to swim (finally).

Spock: Trunks and a T-Shirt. He's helping Pike cook, and what he constitutes as "swimming" is standing in the water and talking to Christine while she's bobbing up and down looking for fish. He wears way too much sunscreen but that's because someone else applied it for him. Technically, he doesn't need it, but someone (*cough* his best friend Christine *cough*) doesn't feel right without him wearing it.

La'an: One piece! She's got her hair down too. She'll be swimming the longest out of anybody. She wears the minimum amount of sunscreen. She'll have water frisbee or some kind of weird game for everyone to play, but she won't actually tell anyone about it until someone finds it near her towel and asks who wants to play.

Kirk: He's a trunks guy, too. Borderline speedo, but thankfully not. Tans. No sunscreen. He spends a lot of time diving and relay swimming, and he's probably the last person out of the water when it's time to eat.

Christine: Bikini. She's the explorer of the beach and takes her time looking at everything. She also takes the time to be social. She's wearing water shoes even though nobody else is, and she's got a bag full of neosporin. She's the first to suggest volleyball.

Erica: Tankini, body suit, or one piece. She's got floaties, tubes, and any other water toy you can imagine that either splashes you or lets you zoom across the water. She and M'Benga are tubing while people are swimming. She'd fish with M'Benga too.

#star trek snw #christopher pike #una chin riley #la'an noonien singh #jim kirk #spock #christine chapel #nyota uhura #erica ortegas #joseph m'benga #hemmer #gaitwae writes

[andiwriteordie]

it’s you and me.

hey let's go on a date and get married in the same week

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part 5 of the heartbreak prince coming to you so soon 🫡

#andi writes not dies #andi writes the heartbreak prince #miwip wednesday #me for the next few days until this drops: goiiiiing to the chapel and we’re gonnnnna get married #byler fic #byler

[dearemma]

Wizard Pollux catches a thief in his lair, the famous light-handed rogue Chapel. She convinces him not to turn her into a frog, boldly asking him to grant her a favor. In return, she promises to steal anything for him, his heart's desire.

#startrekedit #trekedit #star trek #elysian kingdom #christine chapel #spock #ANON I HOPE THIS IS SORT OF WHAT YOU MEANT #I GOT SOME ROGUESH VIBES FROM HER LOOK IN 2.01 #THOUGHT IT COULD BE A FUN LITTLE AU #if any fic writers wants.... to do a little something... #also i do have an entire background for their main elysian personalities if anyone wants to ask me #just saying #if i had any fic writing capabilities #there would be a 150k fic about lady audrey and wizard pollux and their long and complicated background #mine* #requested*

[lenievi]

What Are Little Girls Made Of? coda

Spock/Chapel

When Spock found himself in front of the sick bay, he was not entirely surprised. He still had a chance to turn back and retire to his quarters, and no one would be any the wiser. It was—he was sure of it—the more logical choice, but his logic was always disturbed when it came to Christine. His efforts to suppress it for years notwithstanding.

Spock exhaled and entered the sick bay. It was empty. He followed the sound of glass clinking into the lab area. As he expected, Christine had buried herself in work, reorganizing the entire content of the storage cabinets, moving fast and efficiently, quite unaware of her surroundings.

“Nurse,” Spock said, as she put down a beaker.

Christine stiffened. “Mister Spock.” She didn’t turn around. “Doctor McCoy isn’t here.”

“I’m looking for you.”

Christine let out a shaky breath, so quiet that if Spock were a human, he wouldn’t hear it. He walked closer, past the table, and stopped a few steps away from her. Neither said anything. The hair around the nape of her back was messy, in need of combing. Was it still as soft as it used to be? Spock clasped his hands behind his back. Thoughts were just thoughts, but they could be dangerous.

“Is there a problem?” Christine asked, finally facing him, her eyes red but dry.

“I thought”—Spock shifted, uncomfortable and uncertain, wanting to help, unsure of his welcome—”you could use… a friend.”

Christine smiled sadly. “That’s… that’s kind of you, Mister Spock.”

“I am sorry your search for Roger Korby didn’t have a more desired outcome.”

Christine folded her arms over her chest, and Spock knew it was a bad thing to say. “Can we… can we not talk about it?” Christine looked at the ground, her fingers digging into her upper arm.

Spock nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. Perhaps, he should have never come. He was never able to offer her the comfort she wanted. He never knew how. “Do you… want help?” The thought of leaving her alone left Spock with an unpleasant feeling. 

Christine startled. Spock took a beaker and gave her a questioning look. Her eyes softened and maybe, maybe Spock made the right choice.

“You can take care of the left cabinet,” Christine said. “It’s been already labeled.”

They worked in silence, the only sound was the clinking of beakers and flasks, so when the glass shattered, it was loud. Christine stood still, tears running down her face. Quiet, so quiet. Spock felt his body moving. How long had she been crying? He embraced her, his fingers burying in her hair—still so soft and beautiful.

Christine dug her fingers into Spock’s back, pressing closer, as if she wanted to crawl inside him, as if he could protect her from reality.

“Christine,” Spock murmured, and she buried her face into his chest, sobbing, her shoulders shaking. Spock ran a soothing hand over her back and kept quiet, hoping that his presence and touch would be enough. Could ever be enough.

Later, she’d apologize. He’d tell her that crying was a human prerogative. She’d smile and they’d part not quite awkwardly, knowing that nothing had changed.

And later still, late into his meditation, he’d regret not telling her he was glad she decided to stay with the ship, and would lock the feeling deep down.

#spapel #spock x chapel #spock #christine chapel #star trek tos #my writing #i haven't planned this but well... #spite is a powerful tool #i have other fics to write so i can't spend time editing and tweaking this so i'm sorry it's rough #i just needed to get this out of my head

[aerospas]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their pet name for you ── tos characters !

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ; ᶜʰᵃᵖᵉˡ, ᶜʰᵉᵏᵒᵛ, ᵏᶦʳᵏ, ᵐᶜᶜᵒʸ, ʳᵃⁿᵈ, ˢᶜᵒᵗᵗʸ, ˢᵖᵒᶜᵏ, ˢᵘˡᵘ, ᵘʰᵘʳᵃ

( SWEETHEART ) sweetheart ; they'll tenderly cup your face in their hands, their thumb gently tracing the curve of your cheekbone. each glance at you feels like a stolen moment of bliss, as if the universe conspired to bring you two together. in their eyes, you are the embodiment of all things sweet and pure, a cherished gem in a world of rough stones. they'll shower you with affectionate words and gestures, their love for you pouring out in every touch and smile.

kirk, sulu

( DARLING ) darling ; it is a term that dances on their lips with an effortless grace, carrying with it a promise of warmth and tenderness. their gaze holds a depth of adoration that knows no bounds, as though you are the centre of their universe, a guiding star in their sky.

chapel, mccoy, scotty

( LOVE ) my love ; they possess an innate tenderness that envelops you like a warm embrace, their arms a sanctuary where you find solace and comfort. they lavish you with affection, expressing their devotion through every word uttered and gesture made. in their eyes, you are not just a person, but a soulmate a companion in the journey of life.

chekov, rand, spock, uhura

#headcannons #x reader headcannon #x reader headcannons #star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #star trek x reader #star trek the original series x reader #star trek tos x reader #christine chapel x reader #pavel chekov x reader #james kirk x reader #leonard mccoy x reader #janice rand x reader #montgomery scott x reader #spock x reader #hikaru sulu x reader #nyota uhura x reader #── eris writes

[mydetheturk]

Had a bad migraine & vertigo today, decided to Project. Have Wolfwood Dealing With Vertigo and being Annoyed about it. (If it goes up on ao3 I'll make a post later💜🦑) (if you see any mistakes no you don't 💜)

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Wolfwood wakes with his head full of static and his limbs full of lead. He and Meryl and Vash had drank the night before, celebrating something that Wolfwood can't really remember now. All Wolfwood knows is he desperately needs to piss and he's too goddamn hot under the blanket with Meryl clinging to his back.

He tosses the blanket off, pushes himself upward, swings his legs around –

And finds himself on the floor, too dizzy to stay up.

Wolfwood wheezes at the landing. He's dense, heavy with muscle and Eye augmentations, so the landing is loud, louder than he'd ever admit.

Wolfwood is still staring at the wall in confusion when he hears a noise above him. Turning his head, he sees Meryl peeking over the side of the bed.

"Wolfwood? What happened?" She sounds just this side of freaked out, so Wolfwood tries to answer.

"Dizzy," he grunts.

He doesn't get any further when the door opens up, Vash looking panicked.

"Are both of you okay?" he yelps.

Wolfwood rolls onto his back, and while his vision doesn't swim, he's pretty sure if he tries to sit up again he's not making it. His balance is shot, and he doesn't actually know what's causing it yet. He could be dying? Maybe? He doesn't think so, is pretty sure that if he were dying there'd be a lot more bullets and he'd be vomiting up his own blood, but what does Wolfwood know, anyway?

"Nick's down," Meryl says. She pushes herself up. "Over here."

Vash carefully steps around the bed and kneels beside Wolfwood. "Hey, you okay?" he asks. He doesn't touch but he's hovering, and Wolfwood hates it, hates this weakness.

"Dizzy. Fulla lead," is what Wolfwood answers. "Help me up, gotta piss." He pushes his shoulders down, pressing his chest up into Vash's touch inhumanly hot touch. A touch like that could leave scorch marks if Vash wasn't so gentle with Wolfwood.

Vash curls his hands under Wolfwood's ribcage, scooping him up so Wolfwood is seated. He goes to press his hand to Wolfwood's forehead and hesitates. "Meryl?"

She presses her hand to Wolfwood's forehead instead. "Well he's not warm. You sure you're not hungover?" She's teasing, but she's a little serious as well.

"I think I can hold my liquor a little better than that," Wolfwood says.

Vash rumbles against Wolfwood's side, pressing their cheeks together. Wolfwood relaxes into his touch. It would have been unthinkable even six months ago. "I was going to wake the two of you," he interrupts before they can devolve into bickering. "We can't head out today."

Wolfwood makes a noise and Meryl looks at him with suspicion.

"A sandstorm hit last night," Vash explains. He rolls up to his feet, pulling Wolfwood with him as though Wolfwood weighs nothing. "Spoke to the innkeeper about keeping our room until it passes through." Wolfwood's sense of balance is a little too shot right now to smack Vash for it, but Meryl pokes Vash in the side for him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know. But it's a pretty bad one. Another group checked in just before it hit, apparently. Storm was full of lightning."

Ah.

Wolfwood isn't dying.

Wolfwood is just suffering the other side effects of the Eye's experiments. Too sharp senses were one thing – and now that Vash has pointed it out, Wolfwood can hear the sand rattling against the shutters – and he can usually cope with them using his sunglasses, ear plugs he'd stolen from a former colleague's team, and a steady stream of cigarettes and/or suckers.

The way sandstorms on Noman's Land blow through towns – and during the time of the year they're most common – ruins Wolfwood's balance. He doesn't think the doctors ever got a clear answer for that one, just knows it happened way back at Hopeland too. It irritated Chapel to no end, that his star pupil was so debilitated by the sandstorms. Wolfwood always had to be careful during sandstorm season, and even during the off seasons, pushing himself beyond his limits to keep Chapel's approval.

Wolfwood grunts.

"Ah, yeah. Sorry." Vash shifts Wolfwood so that he can get Wolfwood's arm over his shoulders. "Water closet?"

"'Water closet.' You're so old fashioned," Wolfwood scoffs. 

Meryl titters a little but sits up properly, now fully awake. "What time is it even?" she asks. "It feels early but…" 

It's dark in their hotel room. It's probably the sandstorm, though, and Wolfwood is glad they're in a town.

"Late enough I got most of my morning routine done," Vash says. "You two were exhausted. We can get breakfast in a bit."

He lets Vash help him to the bathroom of their inn room, takes a few minutes to recompose himself. Wolfwood's not eating, not this morning. He should, and he will, but that's a later problem. The lump caught in his throat from the vertigo won't let him, nor does he think he'll be able to keep it down. He might be able to manage some porridge or maybe toast if the inn's tavern has any bread this morning.

Meryl's mostly dressed by the time Wolfwood's recomposed himself, and Vash used the communal showers before coming back into their room, so he's clean & freshly dressed as well.

Wolfwood's the problem today. As much as it chafes, he lets them help him suit up. Usually it's the other way round, stripping one another of their clothes, trying not to tear anything in their haste.

Their hands still linger on Wolfwood's skin, though, Meryl circling her hands around Wolfwood's biceps to buckle his sleeve garters, and Vash feeling him up while tucking in his shirt, chest to back with Wolfwood. 

It has him a little on edge, but his limbs are full of lead and he can't move without swaying. He's glad he doesn't have to hide this weakness from them, that they care for him despite it.

Wolfwood is dreading the stairs to the first floor. He's grateful they're only on the second – this inn has three.

"Ready to brave the rest of the inn?" Vash asks. He and Meryl are on either side of Wolfwood, Vash's arm slung behind his shoulders and Meryl's arm around Wolfwood's hips.

Wolfwood grunts. He's not. He's going to, but he's not.

Meryl headbutts his ribs lightly. "Half an hour? Then we can come back up and cuddle?" she offers.

"I reserve the right to kick one of you in the shin to get me back up here if my head starts acting up," Wolfwood says. He'll kick Vash in the shin. Lightly, cause he doesn't actually want to hurt Vash, nor does Wolfwood think his shoes could actually do the Plant any damage, but he'll do it.

Vash chuckles and nuzzles Wolfwood's jaw as though he knows Wolfwood's plans. Fucker. "Alright. Let's get you downstairs and get some food in you?"

Wolfwood crinkles his nose. "If you do." Vash makes a face, sharp teeth bared for the room to see. "Needle-noggin, I swear to God."

"If you take something for your vertigo," Vash says lightly, his eyes flashing a deeper than usual blue. "We should have something that'll work in the first aid kit, you just need to eat first."

Wolfwood narrows his eyes. He knows what meds Vash is talking about, and hates how much more like lead his body feels when he takes them.

They shouldn't have to run, though. They're going to be downstairs for half an hour and then right back up here. Wolfwood is going to be useless if they had to run anyway, body made of lead and head stuffed full of worms.

He concedes the point. "Fine."

"Wonderful. Let's go before they stop serving breakfast foods." Meryl tugs on Wolfwood's waist, just a bit, unbalancing him slightly. He overcorrects, landing in Vash's arms.

Vash scoops Wolfwood up entirely while Wolfwood tries to get his vision to stop swirling and his stomach to settle. "Looks like I'm carrying you today," Vash teases.

"Fucker," Wolfwood breathes. He clings to Vash and buries his face in Vash's neck, ignoring how Meryl coos at him.

Vash chitters in his throat for a couple of seconds and then moves, and it takes everything in Wolfwood's training to not tense up against Vash and to stay limp to make it easier on him. The stairs are a harrowing nightmare that Wolfwood almost – almost – demands to be put down upon arriving at. But Vash just rearranges Wolfwood and carries him down.

Meryl makes an appreciative noise at the sight.

Wolfwood flips her off.

Vash settles Wolfwood at a table while Meryl hurries to the bar to get them breakfast – thomas eggs, something like the grits Wolfwood ate at Hopeland, and some sort of vegetation that might have actually been grown. He gets down most of the grits Meryl got for him, and all of the vegetation. The eggs he passes on to Vash with a pathetic look. Vash stares unblinking at him for a minute before accepting them. Wolfwood supposed one of them has to eat today, and he can't get much more than what he's managed.

An extra bowl of grits makes its way to their table and Wolfwood eyes them suspiciously.

"I might have mentioned you being ill to the innkeeper's daughter," Meryl admits. "You'll need it later, Nick."

Nick can't say no to that, so he slumps in the chair and Vash pats his back, hand lingering between Wolfwood's shoulder blades.

"Alright," Vash says, "back to the room to cuddle?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Yep."

Vash gets Wolfwood back upstairs while Meryl dips into their collective hotel money stash to pay for breakfast, bringing the extra bowl up with her.

When she makes it back up, Wolfwood is on the bed and Vash is digging through the first aid kit.

Wolfwood's already kicked his shoes off, and she does the same before sitting on the bed beside his hips.

"How's your head?" she asks.

Wolfwood has his arm slung over his face. He wiggles his free hand.

"Almost fell back down the stairs," Vash pipes up. Wolfwood flips him off. "But we got in here no problem. Could you fill a glass while I dig?"

Meryl fills a glass half-full with water from their tiny bathroom sink and sets it on the table beside the bed. She's down for cuddles as soon as Vash can get the meds into Wolfwood.

Vash emerges victorious, holding up a small vial with a label on the side in Wolfwood's handwriting that just says Vertigo.

Wolfwood sighs, and lets Meryl pull him up so he can drink his water and take a couple of pills.

"Hate this," he grumbles. "Hate how heavy this shit makes me feel."

Meryl kisses his forehead. "We've got you," she says. She and Vash lay him down, Meryl tucked in on one side and Vash tucked in on the other.

"Let us take care of you for once," Vash adds. Wolfwood bares his teeth, but melts into the bed once both of them are settled. Vash noses the side of his neck. "Rest, Nico. If something happens, we'll bring you with us."

"Dead weight and all," Meryl says. She fists one hand in Wolfwood's shirt, wrinkling the fabric. Wolfwood grunts, arms a little trapped but he's out fast enough. Meryl slides back into sleep soon after, content that Vash is keeping watch. 

Vash purrs, rhythmic and slow as the sandstorm rages on.

#Trigun #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #Meryl Stryfe #vash the stampede #Mashwood #myde writes #This is 1900 words of Wolfwood being the subject of a chronic condition this time #Whoops? #Cuddles are so good let them cuddle #Probably not the most accurate depiction of vertigo tbh #This is just MY experience w it #Oh yeah #Chapel gets mentioned #As does some brief Eye of Michael stuff #No details tho! #They just Exist :3 #Trigun maximum #Forgot that tag oops #Chapel's not in tristamp (yet?)

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

uh oh <- thought too hard about Hum Hallelujah again

#''I love you in the same way there's a chapel in a hospital'' gets really upsetting when you think about how none of the others knew #until after the fact. and even then patrick only knew becayse he had to take over tour logistics #like. there were no hospital waiting room prayers. no moment in the stained glass light. just mad scrambling and not understanding #gosh frick I'm practically writing rpf in my own tags but listen. listen I do still on some level think that there's another POV in hum #remix of YOUR guts... peter only one of you got your stomach pumped. the hospital chapel line is just so clearly #a different POV in my mind. it's just so.... #sorry y'all have to see this I'm putting it here instead of wordvomiting it into robin's DMs #Lu rambles #fob #my roman empire....

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Dork Squad + Honorary Dork Music Meister;

Reactions to getting a kiss under the mistletoe from their crush?

(Maybe they didn't even realize the mistletoe was there so the kiss took them by surprise, maybe it happened just as they planned it, maybe someone like Harley forced the two under there- Ah, the limitless possibilities!)

Aww

Riddler

The man tries to woo them but it always comes out wrong

He brings them drinks? He accidentally spills them on Y/N

Makes lights that spell out their name? It caught on fire

He kinda thinks about giving up

Until he just sits defeated with head and he hears cough above him

Crush asking if they can take the sit

They just start talking and it finally feels right

Thinks about kissing them doesn't want to ruin the moment

Then Crush points at mistletoe and he thinks world might not hate him

"I'm not big on superstitions but this one isn't so bad."

Scarecrow

This man was so awkward at the Christmas party around them

Just tries to be polite without really knowing what to say

That was until he felt something hitting his face and when he turned he saw mistletoes hanging on a fishing rod

"I told you it needed to go higher."

He looks behind to see Harleen holding it and Jervis giving instructions

If looks could kill

Crush reminds him of her presence and says they don't need to do that if they don't want to

He just screams "NO!" before pulling himself together and saying it's alright

He honesty is so happy he ignores the cheers

Mad Hatter

He would 100% set mistletoes everywhere, the man want every excuse to kiss Crush

But his luck made it that he and Crush were outside for the whole day

It was great he got kinda bumped out he didn't get to kiss them

So when they got he gets excited wanting to open the door and invite Crush over but they stop him

Confused he just looks at them when they kiss him

Goes for it and has a goofy smile asking why and Crush points at mistletoe above them

Oh right, he forgot about that one

Asks if they would like more and open door revealing his house full of it

Crush just giggles and takes his hand

Music Meister

The man took them to the city shopping

Planed everything and made sure went with perfect harmony

It was honesty great fun for them

He wiped out all of his charisma for this and there were moments where kiss would happen but he saved it for the last

They end up in the main square with a musical number and by the end of the song they will end up under mistletoe where he ask "May I?"

This is Musical Christmas movie from now on

If it wouldn't work he would had a breakdown

#riddler x reader #mad hatter x reader #music meister x reader #scarecrow x reader #edward nygma x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jervis tetch x reader #darius chapel x reader #pati writes #illsaveyouhatty2

[extasiswings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Tommy Kinard Additional Tags: Tommy POV, outsider pov, 7x06, Feelings Realization, Break Up Summary:

It’s amazing, really. The things you miss. The things that seem so obvious in hindsight, as soon as the right event brings all the pieces together.

Tommy isn’t stupid. He knows the score from the beginning.

But. He’s only so strong. And Evan is both hot as hell and supremely adorable. So Tommy kisses him, and asks him out, and tells himself that maybe he’s just been reading the signs wrong. Maybe Evan and Eddie really are just…very…close friends.

He reminds himself of that when Evan panics on their first date and goes full straight bro when Eddie interrupts them. He reminds himself again when Evan invites him to be his date to a wedding.

He’s imagining things. They’re friends—or maybe Evan has a crush—but that’s fine. Evan asked Tommy out. So Eddie is…a nonissue.

Tommy tells himself that right up until he can’t anymore.

[Or: Tommy witnesses an argument that's a little too revealing to ignore, is a big damn hero, and gives up the guy]

#chapel writes #911 fic #tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy #buddie

[indeedcaptain]

Made up fic titles ask:

The Clingy Coworker

The Unexpected Visitor

Moon Beams and Starlight

hi @introvertia i am so sorry that i let this languish in my inbox for ages. i appreciate you sending it!!

The Clingy Coworker:

AOS Spirk AU, mostly Spock POV

Spock is already working at the Academy when James Kirk arrives, first as a student, and then as hired as a lab assistant.

I just think it would be delightfully funny for Spock's narration to be like "I do not understand my new coworker. He stands too close to me and laughs at the things that I say. I thought he did not like me for this reason, until I saw him physically assault someone who insulted me."

"Jim is a valued colleague. Perhaps we could co-write a paper."

Meanwhile Jim is like "i am in LOVE and i don't care if he knows it, i don't care if it takes me the rest of my life but we are getting married"

The Unexpected Visitor

TOS Spirk

Something something diplomacy needs to happen and the Enterprise gets sent to pick up T'Pau and her retinue for some Federation conference or another. However, the unexpected visitor is T'Pring, who has discovered that being bonded to Stonn is not all it's cracked up to be.

She makes a move on Spock, who does not want this and asks Jim to pretend to be his betrothed until she is gone because she won't accept that he is happier single than bonded.

Lo and behold! Fake Dating tropes abound! They fall in love, etc etc.

Moonbeams and Starlight

SNW Uhura/Chapel (vaguely in the future AU)

Chapel and Uhura become pen pals while Chapel is off on her fellowship thing, after the events of S2

In my brain this is rapidly becoming a Fried Green Tomatoes AU?? Chapel has this whirlwind affair with the professor on the fellowship, Roger Korby, and at first everything is great but he doesn't like that she's a veteran with baggage, that she's a little bit wild, that she's deeply ambitious and smarter than he is, and he wants to control her. he threatens to ruin her career if she doesn't marry him, so they get engaged as she figures out a way to escape.

Uhura is the only one that she's telling the details to and the first to pick up on something being wrong, and when Chapel sends her a coded message that she needs an immediate extraction, Uhura, Ortegas, M'Benga, La'an, and Spock take a shuttle and head for her immediately.

Chapel reclaims her spot on the Enterprise and as she's getting resettled and restabilized Pike starts giving her cooking lessons as a calming mechanism

The first thing Chapel ever bakes entirely on her own she brings straight to Uhura as a gift

She asks Uhura why she came for her, etc etc, and Uhura has loved her the whole time, and Uhura confesses this, and Chapel is like "I almost wrecked my whole life leaping without looking. Can you give me time to think about this?" and Uhura says yes

Time passes etc and then Chapel realizes that she loves Uhura too and they kiss etc etc

Thanks for sending these fun titles. I had a good time thinking of new ideas. Maybe I'll write one of these sometime!

#my writing #asks #introvertia #ask game #spirk #chapel/uhura

[nicollekidman]

have u listened to the good witch??

okay so my current thing with maisie peters (and i say currently bc who knows i change my mind/taste all the time) is that i’m glad the gen z girlies have their raised-by-taylor-swift cursive adjacent diary-songwriters and maisie is very talented for sure!!! cate’s brother? BOP! however. this genre is very much like shows about teenagers for me. like. not made for me! i’m too old! i cannot connect with the hyper-specific lyrics and i’m not meant to. so like im not a hater by any means and shes definitely got some singles i love to bop around to but. the really situational specific youthful crush music is not really my current vibe so im not spinning the whole record.

#and like outside of maisie the just general genre of young indie pop girls that are writing songs that are SOOOOOO specific they almost #forget to add a melody to their diary entries. i’m tired of it! old man yelling at a cloud i know and there are always exceptions but #atm i’m looking for like. interesting or invigorating production or something cool with form #which is why chapelle roan is my current pop girlie

[cozyforjate]

The Spapel scene we got in this episode was so good!

Spoilers ahead!

Don't read if you haven't watched the episode yet.

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Spock and Chapel are HOT!

The way they flirt with each other?

The dialog? “Mr. Spock am i boring you? “Decidedly NOT”

The way they look at each other?

And that wink in the end??

I was like “Get a room you two!”

Christine is being Christine… She is afraid of commitment, she is afraid of getting hurt in the end. So she just wants to see where this is going first before she can ever call this “a relationship”

Spock on the other hand is ALL IN! He’s ready to announce to everyone that they’re together but will respect Christine’s choice. Spock is basically saying “Your move” to Christine. If she wants to take things slow, then they’re gonna take things slow.

Spock seems pretty sad when Christine says “A messy metaphor. Just like whatever this is.”

Christine picks up on his body language and wants to explain her point in better words. She lets him know that she’s afraid of putting a label on their relationship, making it official, only to lose it…

“Our quantum cat might dissapear”… Now Spock is afraid of it too! He doesn’t want to lose Christine, he wants them to work.

“I'd just as soon let it live, see how big it grows” There’s hope in her eyes which reflects on Spock’s eyes. She wants them to work too!  

Kirk assumes Uhura was the one distracting Spock but i think he was already distracted before Uhura interrupted them. And no i don’t mean the relationship talk. Christine winking at Spock and then saying “Your move” was the ultimate distraction! She said it in such a way that for a second i thought i heard “How about you take me to bed NOW”.

Can we please get BTS videos of Ethan Peck and Jess Bush pretending to play 3D chess in the background?

#These 2 kids are gonna kill me #Can’t believe i wrote this long about one single scene #i blame it on the writers #they write spapel beautifully #cat is a metaphor for spapel’s relationship now #spapel #spock x chapel #spock and chapel #christine chapel #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #strange new worlds #spock #christine

[hiemaldesirae]

Arrax here with more Vox/Lucifer bestie AU (also you can use any of this at any time btw =3) (also, though this sounds Vox/Lucifer it is NOT. Lucifer is just extremely possessive of his friends. He doesn't have many. Well he has one. So. Yeah. Just don't tell Al, I wanna keep him guessing. Lol)

So a few days afterward the broadcast where Vox's death comes out, Lucifer shows up at the Vee tower, excited. Apparently he's been invited to the hotel for a dinner and game night with everyone. Which would be fine, except Lucifer overheard Char-char tell Maggie--"It's Vaggie, Luc, or Vagatha if you prefer." Vox murmurs as he works. That's it's partnered and he'd be partnered to either one of the residents or Mammon who's visiting. "Charlie wants you to bring Mammon to the Hotel?" Vox asks, fully turning away from his work eyes wide. "Really, Luc?"

Lucifer shakes his head. "To her the sins are just her fun loving Aunt(s) and Uncles. She doesn't know how most of them feel about sinners. Especially how Mammon feels about sinners--so you see my dilemma. Mammon would take Alcaster's--"Alastor's, Luc,"--general, uh... whateverness as an invitation to kill Every sinner in the hotel, no matter what Char-char feels. He'll just think money or gifts could rebuy her love."

Vox winces. "Damn, Luc...your brother's a bit fucked up." "He landed on his head after The Fall, and Hell just encouraged his vices. If it was Bee who was visiting I wouldn't be ask you this, but...can you please come with me? It's not a formal dinner--we'll be eating take-away while playing games, just like we do while we play video games or read at the palace! It'll be just like our regular Friday nights and entire Saturdays!" Lucifer says, grinning happily. Neither notice two glowing eyes with a smile that widen with *RAGE* upon spotting Lucifer with Vox.

Vix snorts. "Except for the last six Saturdays we've been going upstairs to the human realm and tormenting humans--we even convinced two guys they'd been abducted by aliens-" "No anal probing! You can do anything else, but no anal probing!" Lucifer smirked interrupting his best friend. "Is that why you turned them into ducks? And, sure I'll come. It'll be good to get away from Vel for a bit. She's been a bit upset about the loss of Valentino. "

"Do I really need a reason to turn anything into ducks? But yes, it was. They've settled in nicely at the university pond we left them at...." *he cocks his head at the mention of Valentino.* "Ah, yes! As a thank you for that--" *he purrs, voice rich with power and sin*--he leans forward, demon form coming out and kisses Vox directly on the mouth.

Vox's eyes widen, before he feels it: undeniable power flowing through him, and not something he could only use once--it was something that would permanently be a part of him. He could feel it burning into his circuits, into his Cyan blood and wires. He feels the hidden spines that line his spine slide out, sparks sliding from the top one from his neck down to the largest one that emerges right before the curve of his ass. He feels his body itch, his claws burn as this new power settles into him, and he pants.

Lucifer pulls away, a dark grin on his face. "Now no Sinner or exorcist can dare take you--YOUR hard work from you. My friend, Voxtech will never fall. Should that Velottie leave, you can do it without her. " He purrs, gently rubbing Vox's shoulder a dark possessiveness in his eyes.

Neither see the glowing red eyes and smile that disappear afterwards, but both notice Vox's radio burst to life, Alastor's voice more unhinged then usual.

arrax youre killing me here. youre killing me im dead and deceased bury me face down or else ill dig myself out of my grave and reanimate myself solely to watch for the next installation of your own little au in my inbox

i genuinely cant even think of anything to add onto this. i usually try to add on a bit more to your guys' thoughts but im actually speechless this time what the fuck am i supposed to say to this. this is probably how contemporary artists felt beholding the work of michelangelo for the first time. i mean like. fucking hell man what do you expect me to do with this i am but a little guy....... this is like dropping shakespeares completed play trilogys in front of my face and asking what id add onto it

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #lucifer/vox bestie au #i keep telling you you guys think i am smarter than i am. i am most certainly not #its like handing a toddler paintbrushes and guiding them to the sistine chapel to ask them to paint on #What the fuck am i supposed to add to this except my general astonishment #youre all too talented why are you writing in my inbox you should be on ao3 (<- read like you would read 'she should be at the club')