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momotonescreaming · 1 year

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This just a short Scott Clarke/Wayne Munson thing inspired by the writings of @unclewaynemunson and @flowercrowngods because this little ship has me in a choke hold. (2.2k)

“So, how was the date Pops?” Eddie asks, before Wayne even has a chance to close the front door. He’s lounging on the couch in an old pair of sweats and a - slightly too big for him - Hawkins High Swim Team hoodie, arm outstretched with remote in hand so he can turn down the volume of whatever show he was watching. Waiting for Wayne to come home, no doubt. Like a stray cat waiting for scraps to be thrown his way.

Wayne just sighed, making sure the door locked behind him as he stepped into the trailer. “You know it ain’t like that.”

He threw his keys next to Eddie’s on the small side table next to the door - the wobbly one that they balanced out with a wad of cardboard crammed under one leg - and removed his jacket to hang on the peg that hung above it.

Wayne didn’t say anything, and neither did Eddie, still laying on the couch and looking at him with a glint in his eye. He wasn’t going to let this go - Wayne knew exactly what his nephew looked like when he set his mind on something. Only normally it was a new DnD campaign, lyrics he was working on, that puppet song he was determined to learn to play - not his Uncle’s love life.

Sighing again, he took his time slowly toeing off his boots, pushing them to line the walls with Eddie’s sneakers.

“It weren’t a date, Eddie.” Wayne adds, breaking the silence under Eddie’s heavy gaze.

“But you’d like it to be.”

Neither Eddie or Wayne say anything. They both know the answer to that question is yes. He wasn’t trying to hide it from Eddie, but he wasn’t planning on shouting it from the rooftops either. They were just too good at picking apart each other’s moods, seeing past expressions, and pulling at words left unsaid. They were family and knew each other like no one else. So Eddie knew Wayne was growing mighty fond of his new friend Scott Clarke - the same way he knew when Eddie finally made a boyfriend of Steve Harrington - all without ever saying those words.

The Munson men were smitten.

He made his way to the kitchen, now socked feet cool on the linoleum floor as he opened the fridge. Wayne welcomed the brief shock of cold fridge air as he pulled out a couple of beers. As he returned to the living room, Eddie was uprighting himself into a sitting position - one leg tucked underneath him on the couch, the other brushing the floor. Wayne handed him one of the beers as he passed, before settling into his own armchair.

“So,” Eddie started, dragging out the sound. “How was your not-date?”

Wayne gave him a look before responding, cracking open his beer. “It was fine.”

It was a lot more than just fine, spending time with Scott, but Wayne wasn’t going to give Eddie the satisfaction of caving that early. They always did this song and dance, Eddie asking him about his time spent with Scott, not so subtly gathering information and prying for details.

“Come on Wayne!” Eddie exclaimed, gesturing with his beer bottle. “You gotta give me more than that.”

“I don’t ‘gotta’ give you anything,” Wayne replied, taking a sip of his thankfully cold beer.

“Wayne,” Eddie whined, melting down further into the couch cushions - absent mindedly making sure his beer bottle remained upright. “You’re no fun.”

“I just ain’t gossiping about a perfectly normal evenin’.”

“Can you tell me what you did at least?” Eddie said, only sort of begging and taking a swig of his own beer. “Set the scene. Walk me through it. Let your poor worried nephew know where you were all night.”

Wayne gave Eddie a look. He had heard Eddie call it his Dad Look once when Wayne was out of the room and he thought he was too far away to hear it. Wayne ended up standing outside the door, eyes misty, pretending it didn’t mean as much as it did. He may not be his father but Eddie was his boy.

They had leaned into it more, ever since the hospital, ever since they almost lost each other. He’d call Eddie Son, and in return Eddie would smile and call him Pops. They hadn’t talked about the dad thing yet. Wayne didn’t want to push, to take too much. He was willing to wait and take Eddie’s lead.

“You ain’t guilt tripping me when we both already know I’m home safe.”

“What if I guilt tripped you by mentioning how I’m a poor gay kid needing an older gay man as a role model to help me grow and develop and shit?” Eddie said with a shit eating grin. “Would that help you spill the beans?”

“Considerin’ you got a boyfriend all on your own,” Wayne started, gesturing to Steve’s hoodie that Eddie was wearing. The sleeves were starting to fray where Eddie had picked at the threads, but Steve liked it on Eddie too much to complain. “I’d say you’re doin’ just fine.”

"Well, what if I said I wanted to bond with my uncle whom I love so much?” Eddie said, a layer of sincerity coating his words as he leaned on the arm of the couch and looked over at his uncle with those wide eyes of his. Wayne looked back at Eddie, his gaze softening.

“Then I’d say me and Scott went bowling,” Wayne said, knowing he was going to give in to Eddie eventually.

As much as Eddie loved to joke and tease and play up the dramatics, he could tell this meant a lot to his boy. Knowing their trailer was a safe space where he could talk about boys - and he would encourage Wayne to talk about boys in kind. Knowing that they loved each other, and knowing that they wanted the other to be happy.

And Wayne is happy. His boy is alive, his boy is happy, and he’s met someone he likes spending time with. And if all they ever are is friends - then he’ll be content with that. It’s safer to not want things too much when you’re a man like Wayne. When you’re poor. When you’re old. When you’re gay.

You take what you’re given and want for nothing.

Eddie didn’t subscribe to that train of thought. He was passion, and ambition, and wanting. He kept calling himself a coward but Wayne thought he was the bravest boy Wayne had ever met. He could list the reasons until the cows came home. Being himself in a world where that wasn’t encouraged. Standing up for the freaks and geeks at his own personal risk. Failing senior year twice and still going back because he was determined to graduate. Having a steady boyfriend in a small hateful town like Hawkins.

And then there was spring break. The week that almost took his boy from him.

But it was also the week that bought him back.

He wasn’t thankful for spring break, how could he, when Eddie was almost strung up for a murder he didn’t commit. When Wayne had to come home to his front door open and a broken cheerleader laying there on the floor.

But he had to look on the positive side of things or he’d go mad. He knew that about himself now. So he got to thinking. Eddie was home, he was safe, he was more sure of himself in a way he hadn’t been before. And Wayne had met Scott Clarke. As friends- or something adjacent. Not as parent and teacher.

Scott saw the news and saw a man in need of comfort, a companion. Not a man who’s son was a Satan worshipping murder. Not some trailer trash Hick with bad luck. So when the men from the plant looked at him with pity, when housewives gossiped as he passed them in the supermarket, when those fancy suit types took over his trailer while his neighbours looked through their windows - Scott asked Wayne how he was holding up. Offered him kind words and a warm presence. A casserole.

Eddie would say it was like him and Steve. Going through something traumatic together and coming out closer than you could have imagined otherwise. (Steve would say he’d like to think they’d be this close even without the week from Hell. They’d make it.)

Wayne was content to have a friend, after it all. Scott had held him when he cried, had hugged him when he heard Eddie was alive and safe, and then neither men were content to leave the other’s company now that they had it. They’d meet up for a coffee one morning, or a beer in the evening, and Wayne never complained that it messed up his sleep schedule working nights. Scott would invite him and Eddie over for a home made dinner (nothing fancy, he’d claim) and Wayne would politely decline until the desire to see the other man again won out.

And now they went out and did one of the only things there is to do in Hawkins - they went bowling. And Wayne wasn’t too shabby at it, if he said so himself. (Eddie would say he was fucking amazing at it, but that might have been because the boy was absolutely terrible.)

“You and Scott, huh?” Eddie teased, waggling his eyebrows and pursing his lips in a barely contained smile. “Already on a first name basis?”

Wayne looked at him with a half-hearted glare. “You don’t go bowling with a man, then turn around and call him ‘Mr Clarke’, Eddie.”

It was nice, bowling with Scott. They finally had an evening where Wayne didn’t have a shift at the plant, and Scott didn’t have any urgent papers to grade or after school activities to supervise. It had taken some scheduling, but both men were determined to make it work. (Wayne tried not to read into that too much, Scott making time for him).

Wayne had shown up too early (perhaps too nervous, perhaps too eager) and had resigned himself to lighting up a cigarette while he waited - awkwardly leaning against the worn paint of his truck while he waited for the other man. Only to shortly find Scott pulling into the parking lot - also awkwardly early. He tried not to read into that either.

“I don’t know, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie singsonged. “Seems awful familiar.”

“You’re just saying that because he was your teacher,” Wayne retorted, tone light.

Eddie relented. “Yeah probably. I called him Scott in class once you know?”

Wayne hummed in acknowledgement.

“It felt so weird, but it got a laugh from the class, which was the goal.” Eddie said. “He retaliated and called me Edward for the rest of the lesson. I thought it was funny.”

Eddie looked over at him, head tilted, eyes thoughtful. Peering through Wayne’s uncomfortable silence. He spoke, quieter this time. “It would be alright if you did like him, you know.”

Wayne dipped his head, taking a sip of his beer to avoid talking. It wasn’t always easy talking about these things. Even with Eddie, in the privacy of their own trailer. The weight of his words hanging over his head if he even thought about admitting liking men the way he did. He doesn’t want to risk anything going wrong. Not when he’s got Eddie. Not when he almost lost Eddie.

It was one thing to feel his stomach flutter, his heart clench when he saw him - it was another to admit out loud that Scott had him feeling all kinds of giddy. It was like he was a teen again, waiting for his crush to lock eyes with him across the classroom. Eager and nervous and keeping it all locked up inside.

So Wayne looked at Eddie, voice quiet. “Thank you, son”

If Eddie noticed that Wayne carefully didn’t admit to anything, he didn’t say a word.

“I Just want you to be happy, Wayne.” Eddie said, propping his chin in his hand.

“I know.” Wayne replies, fondly looking over at Eddie. “Who knew my boy was such a romantic under all that bluster.”

“What can I say,” Eddie says with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders. “Steve brings it out in me. He bought me a bouquet of roses one time and it was like, the romantic floodgates opened.”

Wayne snorted into his beer bottle, watching as Eddie waved his hands around as he talked.

“Seriously!” Eddie exclaimed. “He’s a total romantic and keeps like, reserving new movies that come through the store he thinks I’ll like, just for me. He made me a whole candlelit dinner once, suit and everything - because we can’t exactly go out to Enzo’s for it you know? Picnic’s by the lake and shit. And I thought that stuff was all cliché, and fads and crap - but now that I have Steve? I dream of kissing him under the moonlight and listen to his favourite bands just so I can surprise him.”

“I just love him a whole lot Wayne. I want that for you too.” Eddie said as put down his beer and flopped down onto the couch once more, hair falling into his face. “Like, if I can wind up with Steve Harrington, then you can win over my Middle School science teacher. With your southern charm and sick bowling skills.”

Wayne stuck one foot out and gently kicked at the side of the couch - jostling Eddie, who giggled. “Love you, kiddo.”

“Love you too, Pops.”

#Eddie Munson #Wayne Munson #Scott Clarke #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Fic #Steddie #Clarkson #My Writing #this is my first time posting stranger things writing so uhhhhh #i hope it sounds in character #fhhdsfs im nervous

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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I love your blog you’re amazing!! Do you know of any fics where Stiles and Derek don’t realise they’re dating? Like that either everyone just assumed they’re dating or that they acting like they are or they like get jealous without knowing why or they slip up and kiss and are like oh shit? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I’m not sure how I’d phrase this to search for it 🖤

Thanks!

Is It Cool if I Hold Your Hand? by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 1,413 I General)

“So,” says Sheriff Stilinski, raising one eyebrow. “You decided not to play video games at Scott’s, after all?”

“Uh,” Stiles says. His eyes are wide and caught-out, and he’s got his arms wrapped around two giant tubs of popcorn. Beside him, Derek Hale—the same Derek Hale that the Sheriff last saw in his interrogation room—is handing a $20 bill to the cashier and clearly trying to appear as casual as possible. He fumbles the change three times before he gets it into his pocket, though, so it’s a lost cause.

Define "Dating" by raisesomehale

(6/6 I 7,850 I Teen)

“You and Derek text each other memes?” she sounds both surprised and delighted - but more surprised.

“Well,” Stiles says, “I send memes. Derek sent me a picture of a newspaper comic strip, once.”

Lydia says, “Oh my god.”

OR the 5 times people point out that Stiles might be dating Derek + the 1 time Derek tells Stiles they're dating himself.

Convenient by exclamation

(6/6 I 10,755 I Explicit)

Stiles knows what he is to Derek: convenient. He knows that Derek isn't looking for a relationship, just someone to have casual sex with. Which is why Stiles is so surprised to find Derek setting up a romantic dinner for Valentine's Day.

Something More by kaistrex (weishen)

(6/6 I 19,148 I Explicit)

“Derek, what’s going on?” Erica asks.

Derek hesitates to respond, trying to decide on the most concise way to tell the story without his disgust bleeding through. Marie beats him to it.

“After the Argents’ attack, we were the only pack who would give them shelter. As thanks, it was agreed my daughter would marry a member of the Hale pack when she came of age.”

“But Derek is no longer an option because a marriage pact can’t interfere with a pack’s hierarchy,” Lydia fills in, disbelief dripping from every word. “And now every other member of the pack is mated, you’ve finally come calling to sink your claws into Stiles.”

When Derek and Stiles stumbled into a friends with benefits relationship purely by accident, they weren’t expecting it would one day save their asses when a threat from Derek’s past comes knocking. All they need to do is pretend to really be in love to avoid an arranged marriage agreed to years ago with a pact of blood. Considering they hadn’t bothered setting up boundaries when the ‘benefits’ first started, it’s no surprise that the lines begin to blur and Derek’s eyes are eventually opened to a truth he hadn’t been ready to face.

It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 32,741 I Teen)

“At least we got this far,” Stiles argued. “Could’ve been worse. For now, they know he’s taken by someone in the pack.”

“Mm hm,” Lydia said, giving him a look. “You realize that you are now going to have to pretend to date Derek, right?”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh no, what a hardship. That sucks, boo hoo.” He motioned Derek emphatically. “He’s like, my best friend.”

“Hey!” Scott insisted.

“He’s like, my second best friend,” Stiles amended. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out. Right?” He turned to grin at Derek, who was scowling at him.

Stiles and the Eight Groupons by pallidvixen

(10/10 I 60,013 I Teen)

The Sheriff goes a little crazy with Groupons. Derek helps Stiles recover from the aftermath of the sacrifice to the Nematon.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #oblivious!derek #oblivious!stiles #anon

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whatsaudreythinkingabout · 1 year

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randomly assorted scott pilgrim headcanons!

(mostly involving roxy)

(some involving future scenarios)

envy & roxy have the same weak spot behind their knee. they are also girlfriends. this is the most important headcanon & i have a whole separate thing that goes more in-detail on this but this is all you need to know

kim is a huge tegan & sara fan (she’s from canada and definitely bi so it makes sense). she likes their earlier albums (since it takes place in the mid-2000s it would probably be around the time so jealous and/or the con were released), and when heartthrob and lytd came out she tried to pretend she hated the new pop sound but she secretly loves it.

lynette lost her arm while performing a show with tcad that brought the house down. literally. the frequency of the vibrations emitted from their performance was powerful enough to cause a minor earthquake, and while the band was trying to escape the venue, her arm was crushed by falling debris.

envy is bilingual, having grown up in montreal, and speaks both english and french.

roxy & matthew are best friends. however, when they first joined the league, they absolutely could not stand each other. each thought the other was totally obnoxious, and they would constantly bicker and fight with each other. they also definitely got into the pirates vs ninjas argument on more than one occasion. eventually, after a sparring match gone wrong, they bonded over the fact that ramona had used them in some form while they were dating her (matt for his powers, roxy for her sexuality), as well as their love of too much black eye makeup, and they’ve been inseperable ever since. they definitely have a partners-in-crime dynamic, and their friendship is 80% snark and 20% chaotic dumbass.

later on, lucas gets roped into their friendship as well, and they form an unstoppable friend trio. roxy sees him as a cool older brother type. matt has such a huge repressed crush on him you don’t even KNOW and roxy teases him about it literally all the time

after the events of the series, they form a 3-piece punk band called roxy & the hooligans (title derived from a book i read when i was a kid). roxy is the lead singer and bassist (she learned how to play out of pure spite just to flex on scott & todd), matt is lead guitarist & backup vocalist, and lucas is the drummer. matt is also their special effects/pyrotechnics guy.

they’re also housemates for a little while, then matt & lucas start dating and roxy moves in with envy when they start dating. of course, this does not affect their friendship, and they have double dates frequently.

after she starts dating envy, roxy also forms another best friend group with julie powers and lisa miller. at first envy is worried roxy and julie won’t get along bc she thinks julie will be jealous of roxy for “stealing” envy’s attention, but they end up bonding over their shared hatred of scott.

lisa and roxy are identical twins who were separated at birth. (this was bc they’re both portrayed by mae whitman but i might retcon this one, idk)

meanwhile, roxy & todd actually, genuinely HATE each other. todd was always kind of a bully to her when she was in the league & she hates how much he gets on her nerves. to make up for it she loves to rub in his face how much he fumbled the bag with envy

envy was genuinely hurt by lynette going behind her back with todd bc she thought they were friends. lynette is pretty indifferent about it.

after the events of the comic, ramona starts a support group for all the women affected by gideon.

envy is a natural redhead, but started dyeing it blonde once she had her big rockstar makeover, and often alternates between the two shades.

(tentative, still figuring out whether i wanna make this a full headcanon) roxy is a natural brunette, but dyed (and maybe also cut) her hair after ramona broke up with her, as the gays™ are known to do. she also used to wear her hair in space buns instead of pigtails (whaat nooo this totally wasn’t inspired by spinel what are you talking about)

roxy doesn’t really care about the spelling of her name; she spells it with a “y” and with an “ie.” (alternate idea: she spelled it with an ie before the breakup and with a y after the breakup?)

barbie movies exist in this canon, and envy recorded “hope has wings” for the magic of pegasus when she was a teen (back when she was still going by natalie) but she’s super embarrassed about it. she has literally done everything in her power to hide it, but as soon as her friends find out about it they refuse to let her live it down.

likewise, finally out of pe exists in this verse except now it’s just part of envy’s early discography, which she wrote before she formed TCAD.

technically the events of the story happened at the same time the early barbie movies & brie’s album came out but we can afford to move the timelines around a lil bit just for funsies

kim created the maid costume herself, & she’s a closet geek/cosplayer. later on she & envy end up bonding over their secret nerdy sides.

she’s also a closet theatre kid

roxy is the kind of person that tries to put on a tough front to avoid getting hurt & being seen as weak but if you give her even one (1) single tiny bit of affection she will instantly fall apart (especially if you happen to be a pretty girl)

when gideon was messing with everybody’s memories, he ended up causing a rift in the universe that caused the timeline to branch into two separate realities (the books and the movie, respectively). when he was defeated, they merged into one again, but the characters now have memories from both realities. it’s a little confusing

wallace ends up getting together with stephen later on (maybe? they seem like they’d have a fun dynamic), and they’re happy together, but once wallace finds out about matt & lucas dating he’s so fucking salty about it bc HE HAD A CHANCE WITH LUCAS LEE THIS WHOLE TIME

ramona eventually becomes the lead singer of shatterband. scott & kim decide the two-person lineup isn’t working out for them; they need a frontman, someone with charisma to tie them all together. then they hear a voice coming from the bedroom. they go to investigate and find ramona singing softly to herself. she’s a bit hesitant to join at first bc she’s not super confident about singing in front of others, but they manage to convince her by telling her how she could totally one-up envy.

matthew is a proud, unabashed theatre kid. roxy is the kind of person who acts like she absolutely despises theatre kids (even tho she’s really just as melodramatic as matt but won’t admit it) until karaoke night rolls around & she suddenly knows all the songs

roxy is a mixed media artist & is proficient in quite a few different techniques, but her specialty is graffiti. since being a ninja takes a lot of discipline & she often got criticized for letting her emotions get the better of her, it gives her an outlet to be more uninhibited.

the twins are pretty aloof & don’t really talk to anyone else besides themselves; they just kinda do their own thing while viewing everyone else with either mutual respect or smug superiority. gideon doesn’t really give a shit about the other league members, but the twins are his “favorites” (relatively speaking) just bc of how efficient & powerful they are

scott & ramona end up in sort of a semi-throuple with kim. no one really knows what their exact situation is; whether they’re an open relationship, friends with benefits, or just officially all dating each other, but wherever they are, kim is usually also there, & they don’t question it. (honestly the more i think about it the more i like the idea of polyamorous ramona just bc there’s so many characters i ship her with)

maybe wallace also gets involved. just for funsies

in the future, roxy ends up taking knives on as her ninja protégé. as a mentor, she’s pretty no-nonsense bc she wants her to be able to reach her full potential, but she also tries to keep her temper in check & not be overly harsh on her just bc of what she went through in her own training (at the ninja academy she was looked down upon for her half-ninja status & constantly belittled for being too soft, undisciplined, emotional, etc. which caused her to push herself to the brink of total physical and mental exhaustion to prove them wrong, & that led to her parents pulling her out bc they were worried she was gonna push herself so hard it would kill her, & that whole situation is the main source of most of her insecurities). at first she’s put off by how relentlessly upbeat knives is, but then she sees how eager she is to make her proud & roxy can’t help but see a bit of herself in her. over time she comes to see her as sort of a kid sister, especially when knives eventually comes out to her, though she refuses to admit how much of a soft spot she actually has for her. she knows knives can handle herself, but she’s also grown more than a little protective of her (and scott is terrified of her for this reason)

i have a LOT of other HCs regarding specific backstories/relationship dynamics/etc that i might post later if i get the motivation for it but these are just some of my shorter ones

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ceo-of-kimona · 3 months

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Some Kimona headcannons for y’all to chew on.

I honestly don’t know if I can really come up with enough ideas for one of these posts but whenever I see someone else do one of these for a ship I like I go fucking bananas so this needs to be done.

• They often watch horror movies together. Kim usually doesn’t react to them that much other than a few snarky comments but Ramona does sometimes need to cling onto Kim’s arm if things get really messed up.

• Sometimes at super gory scenes she tends to stare at Kim like “you really watch this crap??” Partly out of judgement but mostly just so that she doesn’t have to watch the scene.

• Kim is more of a coffee person while Ramona is obviously a tea person. One time when they were bored and feeling silly, they tried to combine their tastes and brewed a concoction they called “cofftea”- a mix of black coffee and herbal tea. It went extremely badly.

• They now have an inside joke that whenver there’s some horrible concoction of booze and god knows what being served at a party one of them goes “hey at least it’s not cofftea!!” And then they both pretend to laugh hysterically in order to mess with people at the party.

• Whenever thanksgiving comes around, they tune into the dog show that happens after the Macy’s parade just to play a game called “how many rats could it take in a fight” where they judge each dog in the show by guessing how many rats it would take to defeat it.

• Gideon (cat) likes Kim a lot but weirdly enough he licks Kim’s hands whenever he can. Sometimes when she’s just resting her hand somewhere, he specifically comes into the room to just lick it. Kim is very annoyed by this but finds it just endearing enough to let him do it.

• Ramona is trying to teach Kim how to skate. Kim is a clutz so it’s not exactly going well

• Ramona and Kim regularly go to smashing rooms together (they’re these places where they give you some smashy weapons like hammers and bats and roll out a bunch of breakable stuff like old tvs for you to smash. They exist irl and are very cool).

• Ramona is very much prone to simulation sickness, i.e. getting really motion sick when playing video games. One time she tried out playing on a gameboy that Neil gave her for her birthday and after 45 minutes of playing she immediately needed to go throw up in the bathroom. Kim sat by her while she hurled into the toilet, patting her on the back occasionally.

• They are both chronic insomniacs, but in different ways. Ramona often just straight up cannot sleep, while Kim falls asleep fairly quickly but repeatedly wakes up in the middle of the night. They both have the same remedy for their insomnia when it happens, going downstairs and drinking some lemon soda. Whenever their insomnia syncs up and they see both of each other downstairs, they say hi and then both pretend that the other doesn’t exist (lovingly).

• they tend to gossip with each other about their exes (especially Scott). Kim tells dumb stories about Scott being a weirdo in high school and Ramona has gallons of scolding hot tea to share.

• Gideon attempted to reassemble the league in order to fight Kim, but none of them really wanted to fight her. Lucas felt bad about beating up a girl, Todd was too busy having his gay awakening to care about Ramona anymore, Roxie was already very good “friends” with Kim so she was an auto no-go, and the twins were just kinda over the whole league thing and were too busy with their music carreer, so the only one who showed up was Matthew. He proceeded to fight Kim in a very similar fashion to how he tried to fight Scott (crashing one of her gigs) but the two ended up having a heart to heart about how high school relationships can suck a lot and can still affect you into adult life. They both came out of it as better people and Matthew just kinda left. He strode into the sunset if you will.

• They nuzzle each other’s noses… a LOT.

I think that’s all I can come up with right now I think. If I do come up with more I’ll make another one of these I suppose. If any of you wanna submit hcs for me to put into a post send an ask please please please please

Special thanks to @subspace-surfer for helping me come up with some of these! Lil headcannons like this are surprisingly tricky for me to come up with. I specialize more with lengthy rants.

#kimona #kim pine #ramona flowers #pineflowers #scott pilgrim vs the world #wlw #headcannons post #ramkim #this is my first time doing a headcannons post #I hope I did I a good job…

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littlespacereader · 9 months

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Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

I'm a trans male little who sometimes still has to deal with periods.. they make me feel very dysphoric and sad, often causing me to regress..

Could you write a fic with that theme?

I'm not set on one specific fandom, here are some options I'd love to see & you can choose wich one you want to go with!!

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[The little one would be a trans guy in every scenario.]

Stranger Things:

Steve and Eddie, both are flips in my hc, so it could be each way around.

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

Cg Jennifer Jareau & little Spencer Reid (other cg options: Penelope or Derek)

Teen Wolf:

Cg Noah Stilinski & little Stiles Stilinski (other cg options: Melissa or Scott)

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

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So, yeah.. any of those would be cool hehe

Thank you for reading!!

My first ever request!! Thank you so much!! I was so excited and intrigued by your idea! First off I would like to state that I am not trans myself but I am a HUGE Ally to anyone in the LGBTQ+ community! Know that you’re safe with me and I got your back💞 I absolutely loved the list of fandoms and pairings to chose from. I decided to go with Caregiver! JJ and make the Reader the Little with Spencer as an older brother Little. That being said if I don’t do this story justice I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoy this @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you again for the request!!

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

Caregiver! JJ & Trans Male Little! Reader with Big Brother Little! Spencer Reid

Tags: mentions of period, pull-ups, hurt and comfort. (Completely SFW)

Relationships: Caregiver! JJ, Uncle Derek Morgan, Big brother little! Spencer Reid, Aunt Penelope Garcia, & Trans male little! Reader.

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

Breathe! Just breathe! It’s only about 10 minutes more and we’ll be going home. I can wait that long.

I sat at my desk and was waiting patiently for JJ or Morgan or literally any Caregiver in this office to announce we would be heading home. They would’ve been wrapping up everything by now…what’s taking so long?

The case, like every case before it, was long and exhausting. All I want to do is collapse into JJ’s arms and just be babied for the rest of the night but we were still stuck at work!

Regression played the devil on my shoulder, teasing and taunting me to regress at work. But I couldn’t, not yet. I had to remain big till we got to the car, then I could regress and finally relax for the weekend.

I checked again to see if any Caregivers had finished their files. Morgan sat at the desk across from me and he was still leaned down working, same went for JJ who I wanted more than anyone to finish her paperwork. The rest of the team looked the same, all expect Spencer who, like myself, finished his work early.

Spencer regresses as well. He acts as my older brother, watching out for me and creating all the creative pretend games. I’m so lucky to have him!

With a glance towards him I could see he was struggling to keep from regressing as well. At least I wasn’t alone.

Then suddenly I felt off, like weirdly off. It was a weird feeling I haven’t felt in- oh God no. I must be wrong. I have to be wrong. I quickly stood up from my desk and rushed off to the restroom. I walked in and quickly closed the stall door behind me before checking to see.

Sure enough my period arrived earlier and heavier than expected. And since I was unprepared my pants and underwear are stained noticeably. I tried my hardest to push back tears threatening to spill.

This is dead to me. This…this period, it’s just a nagging reminder of a life that didn’t feel whole. A life that wasn’t really mine, not like now. But this was just a hurtful reminder, one I definitely didn’t need right now.

This combined with my struggle to not regress was not a great combo. With a last ditch effort I cleaned myself up as best as I could before walking out and looking in the mirror. But sad and terrible thoughts plagued my mind.

Tears started to run down my face. There was no holding back my regression now. Immediately I started to just regress, feeling smaller and smaller every minute. I just wanted JJ. I wanted her to hold me and tell me it’s all okay. Tell me I’m her sweet little boy and not-

“Y/n?” Spencer asked before entering the large bathroom. He immediately froze upon seeing me.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I must’ve caused a domino effect because I could see Spencer regressing along with me.

“Nothing, I’m fine Spence.” I tried to say, wiping away my tears as fast as possible. But Spencer wasn’t buying it. He also didn’t seem to notice the issue which I was grateful for.

“I know something’s wrong. Let me help! I want to make sure you’re okay…please.” He put a hand in my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m fine I just-…. P-Please…get mommy.” I said, barley a whisper. Tears starts to flow again, running down my face as I started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll go get her.” Spencer right away said. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he knew there was only one person who could fix whatever was happening.

~~~

JJ sat at her desk finishing up the last details on her case file. Even though they were still at work her careful Caregiver eyes spotted Y/n leaving the bullpen, and then Spencer right after.

A sinking feeling fell upon her that something was wrong, call it a Caregiver’s Spidey sense. She wishes for once she was wrong. Spencer came rushing over to her, worried and sad.

“M-…JJ, something’s wrong with Y/n.” He tried to explain sounding like his normal adult self. But his regression was in full swing and JJ could easily see it.

“What’s going on? Where is he sweetheart?” Now she was worried. A thousand questions played in her mind.

“The bathroom. I walked in to see if he was okay and I found him crying by the sink. I tried to help but he only asked for you.” Spencer explained.

JJ stood up from her desk and placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for your little brother and making sure he’s okay. I’m going to take care of this, and while I’m gone I want you to go to Aunt Penelope’s office and keep her company. Okay?”

Spencer nodded. “Okay…but just-.” He stopped for a moment, looking up at JJ with tears in his eyes. “Just make sure he’s okay. I’m worried about him.”

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I know you are sweetheart. I promise I’ll make sure Y/N’s okay.”

With that small reassurance Spencer nodded and left heading towards Garcia’s office. With Spencer taken care of JJ turned her attention to the bathroom.

When she arrived she could hear Y/n soft cries and sniffing. She knocked on the door, “Y/N? It’s me baby, it’s Mommy. Can I come in?”

Even though it was a public bathroom filled with different stalls and sinks, she wanted permission to enter his space instead of barging in.

If she wasn’t listening as closely she could’ve missed the soft “You can come in.”

JJ immediately walked in and closed the main bathroom door behind her, locking it. If someone needed the bathroom they could go to the one a floor down. For right now they needed this space, just the two of them.

Once JJ and Y/N made eye contact, it was as if the world paused so the two of them could have a moment alone together.

Her heart shattered seeing Y/N so broken and upset. She instantly made her way over to her boy and wrapped him into a tight comforting hug.

“My baby boy, what’s wrong sweetheart? What’s happened?” She asked but didn’t get much in the way of a response.

Y/N just cried into JJ shoulder, finally getting the comfort he’s wanted after this long case.

JJ decided to help Y/N along with figuring out why he was so upset. She rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. She could tell he wasn’t in the mode to talk and that was okay. Yes and no questions it was then.

“Did someone hurt you?” She asked. He shook his head against her.

“Did someone say something to you?” Another no from him.

Thank God those were two no’s. Because if they weren’t, she would’ve killed someone.

“Sweetheart,” She said pulling them apart and looking into his teary eyes. “I want to help you as best I can right now. But I can only do it when I know what’s going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it right now. But you have to give me an idea what’s going on.” She explained.

Y/N nodded wearily. He turned around and pointed to his pants which now sadly had a small red blood stain on the back.

Immediately it all clicked into place for JJ. “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry this happened. You’re okay baby boy, you’re okay.” She pulled him back up against her, holding him in a tight hug once more.

“Baby boy?” He broke apart and looked at JJ.

Her heart shattered at the question. She caressed his face and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, “You will always be my baby boy. This will not change that. It never has and it never will.”

More tears started to run down Y/N’s face hearing those words. JJ almost fell backwards by the force of the next hug he gave her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better.” JJ said, rubbing his back to comfort him so more.

When the tears dried and his breath started to slow to a normal rate, JJ broke apart from her boy and wiped the last of the tears away.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, I’m going to get you set up in the stall over here. Then I’m going to grab your bag and get you changed into something clean and comfortable. After that we’re going to get your brother and head home. Sound good?” She asked only to get a nod and a small smile from Y/N.

“Okay let’s get you set up then.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him over the the big stall in the bathroom. Inside was your standard public bathroom only this time with a changing table made especially for Littles.

“There,” she smiled. “Now, I’m going to grab your bag from my office. Keep the door locked okay?” That got another small nod from Y/N. With a small kiss to his head she left the stall, hearing a small click of the lock on the way out.

~~~

After JJ left the bathroom I felt uncomfortable again. She just made everything so safe and comfortable. Now without her here everything felt overwhelming, scary again.

But she wouldn’t be long. She just went to grab my bag and then we would go home. I couldn’t wait to be home again, laying on the couch with my favorite stuffie on one side and JJ on the other.

But my beautiful daydream was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathroom. Despite my stall door being closed, I backed myself far away from the door, my back hitting the wall.

This was a restroom, it would be ignorant of me to think no one else would use it. But I want to just be alone with JJ. Now with strangers walking into the space I felt more exposed and scared.

But the person who walked in stayed by the sinks. They didn’t walk into a stall or wash their hands. Before I had a moment to really question it further, the man spoke up.

“Hey kiddo it’s just Uncle Derek. Your mom just sent me in here to stop anyone from coming in. You doing alright in there?”

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and wiped a few stray tears.

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

“That’s good to hear. You just let me know if you need anything okay?”

I nodded my head. But then I realized he couldn’t see it so I added a quick: “okay.”

Uncle Derek was a life saver! Not once but twice people tried to enter the bathroom but he redirected them away. I’m couldn’t have been more happy to have him there to protect me.

After what felt like years but was only really 15 minutes JJ returned and relieved Morgan of his guard duties. He knocked on the door before leaving.

“See you when you get out kiddo.” He added before leaving the bathroom to JJ and I once more.

I heard the main door to the bathroom lock before JJ knocked on the stall door. I quickly ran over and opened it to her only to see my favorite stuffie in her arms!

“I’m sorry I took so long. I thought your bag was in my office but it turns out it was in my car. But guess who was also in there waiting for you?”

I immediately grabbed the stuffie and brought him close. Between him and JJ being back, everything started to feel calm again.

“Alright baby boy, let’s get you all sorted out.”

JJ opened the changing table, quickly cleaned and placed a cover on. Then she went over to me and helped me and my stuffie up onto it.

With that she started to get to work, taking my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. Then she helped clean up and before I knew it she was sliding a fresh pull-up on me followed by my emergency set of pants.

“There you go,” she said rubbing my belly. “All fresh and clean.”

Suddenly a sad thought came across my head. “Mommy, I can’t wear a pull-up.”

“Why not? You’re too young not to wear one.” She pointed out, making me feeling smaller.

“No, it’s just that…it’s going to have blood on it.”

JJ sighed. She sat me up and held my hand in mine. “I want you to listen to me for a second Y/N. I don’t mind taking care of you whether you’re on or off your period. That changes nothing about the fact you’re my little boy. Do you understand? I still love you the same and I will never see you different. You are and will forever be my baby boy.”

More tears found their way to my eye as she pulled me into a hug once more. I felt so much better now that I was changed, but even more so now that I felt accepted. No matter what anyone said or what my body said, I’m her little boy. Forever.

“Now,” she said breaking apart. “We gotta go catch up with your brother. He’s very worried about you. I’d say he’s so worried he might let you chose the movie we watch tonight.” JJ winked.

“Really?!” I said shocked. Tonight was his movie night choice. But he was gonna let me chose?!

“Really! And if we’re really lucky we might be able to convince Uncle Derek and Aunt Penelope to stay and watch it with us.” JJ added as she helped me down.

Hand in hand the two of us walked out of that bathroom. Once out we went to Aunt Penelope’s office and met up with Spencer again.

He stood up and ran over to me “Y/n! Are you okay? I’ve been so worried!” He wrapped me in a tight hug.

I smiled against his shoulder, “I’m okay Spence.”

“While you were gone I thought of the coolest game we can play when we get home!” Spencer added excitedly once we broke apart.

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

“Come on boys, it’s time to go home.” JJ said after talking to Garcia.

Spencer took one hand and JJ took the other as we left the BAU. My little family always knew how to make me feel appreciated and accepted. Caregiver and Little boy. Forever and always.

#age regression #age regressor #agere #agere little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere post #age regression fic #trans male reader #caregiver!jj #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #little!reader #little!spencer Reid #sfw age regressor #agere sfw #sfw littlespace #little space

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becky5203 · 1 year

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I hate seeing people go off about Emma Fuhrmann’s replacement saying that “nO oNe eVEn cArED aBOUt hER”. Like, guys. Guys. Be real right now. You can admit that that was a crappy thing Marvel did. Whether it was Kevin Feige or Peyton Reed or some other random executive that made the decision to recast her and not even tell her, you can admit that it was a messed up thing to do. If you had been there and been a fan of hers after Endgame came out you would’ve seen how happy and excited she was to be Cassie and it’s not just that she had it taken away, they didn’t even have the decency to give her a call. We still don’t even know why she was recast but I’m willing to bet it’s just because Kathryn has more star power; which is ridiculous because not only was Emma’s scene objectively one of the best in the movie* but the whole start of the franchise was when they were taking a chance on the unknowns in Hollywood. I’ve even seen people say that Emma looked too old to play Cassie, as if she isn’t the exact age Cassie is supposed to be and Kathryn isn’t in her mid twenties. Listen, I get it. If you’re a fan of Kathryn, or just excited to see the movie and don’t really care about the Endgame Cassie, then you’re probably inclined to say “Who cares? Move on.”, but Emma probably did. She probably cared when the biggest thing in her career so far was ripped away just because she had a smaller name. She probably cared when she was treated as easily disposable and replaceable. So no. We’re not gonna “move on”. We’re gonna be annoyed about it because it was an objectively bad thing to do. If they wanted Kathryn for the role they should have put her in Endgame. Didn’t want the official Cassie to be shown yet? Too bad, don’t write a scene explicitly showing Cassie and get the poor girl’s hopes up, only to toss her aside like stale bread. I want to make it clear, I’m not trying to bash Kathryn; I’m sure she’ll be great. I’m just, like a lot of other people, still mad at the decision and whoever made it; also the way it was handled. So it really rubs me the wrong way when I see people acting like this was not an insane thing to do, like it wasn’t a remarkably cruel thing to do to a girl who was only 18 or 19 at the time, like it wasn’t emblematic of everything wrong with Disney and Marvel Studios right now. They don’t see people, they just see a dollar sign. You don’t have to pretend it’s anything else.

*Because people may ask. Yes, Scott and Cassie reuniting is one of the best scenes in the movie. And yes, I know, art is subjective and people are free to feel however they want about it, but I think we can all admit that even if it’s not your favorite in the movie it’s just, objectively, an excellent scene. Think about some of the best moments of the movie. “On your left” + The Portal Scene. Cap Weilding Mjölnir. “I am Iron Man”. Great scenes, amazing scenes, memorable scenes. But those scenes are all ten years and countless movies worth of build up. They’re cool and they great to experience but for them to fully land you have to have been there taking notes for every Marvel release of the past decade. That’s not the case with Scott and Cassie reuniting. With that scene, you may not know who Scott is, you may not know who Cassie is (and given how a large part of the MCU fandom at the time didn’t care for the Ant-Man movies, not many really did know), but you do know how important Cassie is to Scott and you know exactly how much he’s lost, how much they both have. You feel the full emotional weight of that scene and it’s not because of ten years of buildup or some fan service pay off moment, it’s because of Paul and Emma.

#I wanted to get that off my chest before Quantumania #emma fuhrmann #cassie lang #stature #stinger #mcu stature #mcu stinger #ant man #ant man 3 #ant man and the wasp: quantumania #ant man quantumania #avengers endgame #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu fandom #anti mcu

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aftersamu · 1 year

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HAIKYUU BOYS AND THEIR GO TO [HIGH SCHOOL PARTY SONGS]

PART 2

KAGEYAMA • one dance , drake he fucks it up! this is probably his favorite party song for the entire night. like hinata, he’s not a rap guy, but like every teenage boy getting into the party scene, once dance is the go to.

TSUKISHIMA • humble , kendrick lamar this may seem super out of character for him. but after a couple jack and cokes (let’s be real he’s the type) this is his shit. he’s not crazy about it, stands off to the side until he gets pulled in.

TANAKA • want her , mustard + quavo + yg the things this song does to him. he connects to it on an emotional level, him and nishinoya are tearing it up. imagine that one scene from white chicks, fucking feral.

IWAIZUMI • goosebumps , travis scott like let’s look at this logically, this man ends up going to irvine california. he knows how to mother fucking party. and goosebumps? don’t act like there’s a single man who doesn’t get hyped.

SUGAWARA • sky , playboi carti i don’t feel the need to explain this one. it makes so much sense to me. he’s not some sweet dude that loses his shit to pitbulls timber (he does btw) but nothing gets him in the mood other than this song.

MATSUKAWA • young, wild, & free , snoop dogg let’s not pretend this man doesn’t light up. he can be a real fucking G at parties, but this song is his favorite. hes got on a little smile, holding up his little red cup with a mix of different liquors. he’s a chill and happy drunk.

TENDOU • panda , desiigner yeah… i think it’s self explanatory. he likes the classics. and if there’s a microphone or a table to dance on, he’s like kat stratford in 10 things i hate about you.

YAMAGUCHI • club can’t handle me , flo rida he’s more of a 2000s party hits guy. though if bhad bhabie comes on he’s gone. nevertheless, he enjoys the classics, knows all the lyrics to every 2008 club hit and a surprising strong voice.

OSAMU • runnin , 21 savage like his brother, he loses his cool. this is his mo bamba. he’s a 21 savage guy. trust, if 10 freaky girls or 4L comes on too, he’s losing his shit.

i'm giving some honourable mentions to j cole, and the recent additions of boys a liar pt.2 and slut me out.

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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New Girl [03]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

(slow burn, endgame, as in you’ll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)

MODERN DAY AU

Word count: 3,922

Warning: toxic relationship inbound, cursing

Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

[03]: BACK UP PLAN

“So? Any fun weekend plans?”

You glanced up from the schedule you were working on to see Scott Lang leaning his hands on the table you were sitting at. He looked his usual level of mess and the small white bandage sitting under his right eye made you think of Clint funnily enough.

“I’m going to a wedding.” You replied. Scott was the reason you found out about the spare room at the loft in the first place. How he knew about it was questionable since he hadn’t met any of the guys before, but you learned to stop questioning him ages ago. Scott was a genius with a mastering degree in electrical engineering, but a run of bad luck had him sitting in prison for a little while. Now he picked up odd jobs where he could. Baskin Robbins, Chipotle, Starbucks. The set you were on had hired him as the guy to work the lights.

Scott shook his head, “I said fun weekend plans.”

You chuckled in agreement, “I know, but my roommates asked me to go. Apparently one of their ex-girlfriends is gonna be there so I have to play the role of new girlfriend.”

“Oh, that might actually end up being fun.” Scott replied with a nod, “How is the place? You settled in?”

“Yeah, and I love it. Thanks again, Scott.” You beamed at him. Three months had come and gone and living in the loft felt natural to you now. Coming home to see Clint and Peter throwing knives into the ceiling to see which of them would flinch and run away first didn’t even faze you. Seeing Bucky and Sam wrestle one another in the living room for a single phone charger that all the guys shared didn’t even make you blink. Your boys were weird as shit, but they were your boys. “How’s Hope?”

“She hasn’t dumped me yet so that’s pretty cool.” Scott gave you a thumbs up. “Somehow she still hasn’t realized that she is crazy out of my league.”

“Come on, don’t sell yourself short. You’re in the same league at the least.”

Scott shook his head, “We’re not even playing the same sport. She’s in the WNBA and I’m selling coffee in the Starbucks down the road.” You laughed at his analogy and he clapped you on the shoulder. “What about you? Any new guys? Other than the one you’re pretending to date for this wedding?”

“Nah.” You shook your head. “Apparently in the last three years I managed to forget how to be alluring or charming or, uh, normal even. I go to talk to a guy I think is cute and suddenly it’s like I’m possessed by the world’s most awkward and dumbass demon. Only nonsense comes out.”

“Lang, you’re a genius or something, right?” The two of you glanced over to see Natasha strut over in the short black dress they had her wearing for the shoot. “Do you think you can convince her she’s a catch?”

Scott gave you an ‘okay’ sign with his fingers, “You’re more than a catch! You’re the whole damn package! One day you’re gonna find a guy to sell drinks down the street while you play some sport in the stadium.”

You grinned at his words, but Natasha just narrowed her eyes at him in confusion, “What?” You gave her a small wave and she let it go with ease. She crossed her arms, “I told you I’m ready to set you up the moment you’re ready.”

“And I appreciate that.” You replied, “But most of the guys you know kind of…scare me.”

Scott held his hand up, “Oh, wait, I know a guy! He’s super great and he’s not a scary Russian.”

“Not all the men I know are scary Russians.” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled. A lot had improved since the boys helped you get your stuff from your dumbass ex, but you were still terrified to try and get back on the bike after getting stood up the last time you tried. You couldn’t handle another blow like that.

Scott shook his head, “I promise, you’d get along with him. Can I pass your number to him? You won’t regret it!”

You weighed the pros and cons in your head. Scott had been spot on when you took his advice on a new place to live. Maybe you could spare him a little trust on this too. After a moment you sighed and gave him a small shrug, “Why not?”

Sam wasn’t able to come to the wedding. He had gone home for the weekend to visit his family which was really, really sweet. The problem meant it left you in the position of, ‘only working brain cell of the group’. You liked it a lot better when Sam was in control of it and you could slack off. You were rolling into the wedding with Peter, who was on a warpath to try and get laid, Clint, who was working the wedding and taking a weird amount of seriousness in it, and Bucky, who for the first time since you met him looked nervous.

You looped your arm through his, reaching out with your other hand to straighten out his tie like a loving girlfriend would, and shook your head, “What has you so freaked out? Is your ex that horrible?”

“Elektra is great—”

“She’s the fucking devil.” Peter replied and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Your one job today is to make sure they do not interact. Claw her eyes out if you have to, but watch your back because she’ll play dirty.”

Bucky scoffed, “Quill.”

“And whatever you do, don’t—” Peter’s words trailed off as his eyes watched a bridesmaid walk by. He trailed her figure with his eyes, “Holy shit, I got eyes on the prize.”

You held one finger up, “I don’t like that phrase when referring to a woman.”

“She’s going on top of the kill list.” Peter nodded to himself.

"Is that because,” You tilted your head, “You’re going to kill her by having sex with her?”

“Uh, yeah, maybe.” Peter replied and began to walk away.

“Aw, one day you’re gonna kill the nicest girl, Pete.” You chirped out after him.

Bucky and you walked into the main auditorium, where Clint was standing in the aisle working as an usher. He met you guys at the end of the aisle with a smile and held his arm out for show, “Do you wonderful guests need help finding your seats?”

“Why, yes.” You replied with a wide, excited smile.

Clint began to look down his list when a small child stepped up and motioned down the aisle, “You must be Bucky Barnes and his gorgeous plus one. You’ll be sitting in the seventh row to the right. Middle seats.”

“Aw,” You set a hand on your chest at the adorable kid, “Thank you so much—”

“I told you I got this side covered, Gavin.” Clint snapped at him. Then gave him an ‘I’m watching you’ sign with a glare. “Get off my turf.”

Gavin, the adorable child, held his hands out like he wasn’t scared, “Maybe if you weren’t slacking so much over here.”

Bucky reached out with his free hand to set it on yours, which was still holding onto his bicep, “Do you wanna go find our seats before Clint gets arrested for harassing a child?”

“Yes please.” You smiled.

The two of you quickly rushed away from your roommate. Like Gavin had said, your seats were in the seventh row and after the two of you sat down you watched Bucky nervously glance around the well decorated room again. You readjusted your dress and leaned toward him. “Seriously, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” Bucky replied like he was trying to convince himself. His eyes drifted to the left then suddenly he snapped his gaze back to you and shook his head, “Not fine. I just saw her. She’s walking over. We gotta go, we gotta—”

“Bucky, relax.” You squeezed his arm. This was the first time you had seen the collected, level man so worked up over anything. Seconds later, a beautiful woman stopped at the other side of him. Her long, dark hair was curled in perfect waves and the dark purple dress she wore seemed to hug her curves perfectly. If you didn’t work with the world’s most gorgeous models you might be a little intimidated. Luckily, this was almost your natural setting.

“Bucky.” Elektra greeted with a charming smile. She had a slight accent that you thought sounded a bit Greek. “How are you?”

“Hey, El.” Bucky turned to face her and gave her a tense smile. “Weird seeing you here, huh?”

She motioned to the front of the room, “I introduced you to the bride and groom. I went to college with them. Remember?”

“Yeah. That…sounds familiar.”

You kept your arm looped through his and leaned forward so your shoulder was pressed against his chest. Then you gave the woman a bright grin, “Hi! I’m [Name], this lucky guy’s new gal, and who are you? I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Elektra.” She replied with a smile that screamed ‘territorial’ and offered you her hand.

You shook it, mimicking her smile, “Right. It is so nice to meet you, Ella.”

Her smile faltered, “Elektra.”

“Eleanor?”

She dragged her eyes away from you and gave Bucky another small smile. Elektra reached forward to squeeze his shoulder, “It was great seeing you. Maybe we can catch up later?”

“Hm, yeah, sure.” Bucky cleared his throat and nodded.

You pulled your hand from his arm to drape around his neck, “I think that would be so much fun. It was really great to meet you, Emily.”

“Elektra.” She replied slowly.

You let out a fake laugh and leaned your head against Bucky, “I give up. I’m hopeless, I guess.”

She gave you one last hardened look before walking away. When she was out of earshot, Bucky slowly turned to you with wide eyes, “Oh my God, that was amazing.”

“I learned from the best.” You shrugged. “Models can be really mean sometimes.”

“She was so jealous! Did you see that?” Bucky laughed and motioned over his shoulder to where she had gone back to her seat. “You’re incredible. Magic, doll.”

You settled back into your seat and casually set a hand on his thigh just in case she looked back over, “What is her deal anyways? What happened between the two of you?”

“Elektra broke up with me.” Bucky shrugged. “I told you, I don’t really know why, but we had dated for a while.”

“How long?”

“Little over three years.”

You gave him a small smile and tilted your head, “Wow, so we do have a lot in common, huh?”

“Yeah, but, our situations were different.” Bucky shook his head. “John Walker was a piece of shit that I’ll murder if I ever see again.” You chuckled to yourself. “Elektra is… She’s great. I mean, sure we had our ups and downs, but the relationship itself was good.”

You just nodded along, but you had a feeling that wasn’t the case at all. Sam, Clint, and Peter all seemed to really hate this woman and there had to be a reason for that. The sound of music coming through the speakers signaled that the wedding was about to begin, and you turned your attention to the front of the room.

The wedding had been beautiful. Probably. Peter had been focused on other things at the time and was still focused on those things now. He leaned on the bar, the red headed bridesmaid in front of him, as he motioned for the bartender to bring them another drink.

“So, you’re in a band?” She asked. “What do you play?”

“I’m lead guitar and lead singer.” Peter shrugged like it was no big deal. “We’re kind of a big deal.”

She shook her head, “Would I have heard of you guys?”

There was a beat of silence then he quickly changed the subject, “What did you say you do for work??”

The woman that he really hoped to bring home tonight opened her mouth to talk but was entirely interrupted when Clint slid into view and nearly knocked her over. He held a hand out, “Shit, I am so sorry, ma’am. You looked wonderful during the ceremonies.” Clint turned to look at him. “Pete, I need your help destroying an 11-year-old boy.”

Peter and the bridesmaid just stared at him for a second before she quickly excused herself and nearly sprinted away. Peter called out to her, but there was no salvaging what had just gone on. He whipped back around to his chaotic roommate and grabbed his shoulders to shake him, “Why are you the way that you are?!”

“You can’t ask me that.” Clint scoffed. “Last week, I had to cut you out of a pair of leather pants after you got stuck in them.”

Peter’s eyes widened, “You said you wouldn’t bring that up again, man.”

“And I won’t.” Clint replied. “As long as you help me prove my superiority over this 11-year-old kid.”

Another pause.

“Yeah, fuck it, okay.” Peter shrugged. “Where’s the kid at?”

“I haven’t seen Peter or Clint in a while.” You said slowly. “Why does that worry me so much?”

Bucky smirked, “Because you’re learning. They’re like toddlers. If it’s quiet or they’re out of sight, then danger is around the corner.”

“Should we…check on them?”

He shook his head, “Absolutely not.”

“Okay but—” You stopped when you spotted Elektra glancing over at the two of you. You focused your eyes back on Bucky with a soft smile that he narrowed his eyes at. Ignoring his confusion, you set your hands on the side of his face and began to knead his cheeks forcing his lips into various shapes.

Bucky, between fish lips, spoke, “What’re you doing?”

“Your ex is looking so I’m making her jealous.” You tilted your head and let out a small laugh as if he said something funny. “She’s walking over.”

Bucky grabbed your hands and pulled them away, “Is she coming? I wanna talk to her alone, doll.” You tried to grab his face again, but he kept you at arm’s length. “Seriously, [Name], it’s fine. I wanna talk to her.”

“You sure?” You asked skeptically.

Elektra arrived at the same time and Bucky turned to face her entirely, “El, hey!”

“Emmanuel!” You greeted.

Bucky lightly pushed you off your chair and onto your feet, “[Name] is just leaving. Aren’t you, [Name]??”

You twisted your lips in worry. The other guys said this was not to happen, but Bucky seemed very adamant. Slowly, you drifted away from the table. Maybe now was the time to make sure your others boys hadn’t gotten arrested or something.

Bucky shifted in his seat and gave Elektra a wide smile, “How’ve you been? You look… You look great.”

“Thanks.” Elektra sat down beside him and set her hand on his shoulder. Bucky turned a bit so he was facing her more. “I can say the same for you.” She lifted her hand and lightly touched the scruff on his jawline. “This is new. I like it.”

The scruff was literally just him being too lazy, but this was an added bonus. Elektra was looking at him like she had back in the beginning of his relationship. This had to be a good sign. Did Elektra want to get back together with him? She began to tell him a little more about what she’d been up to and Bucky stared at her in awe.

It hadn’t taken you long to find the boys at all. Mostly because Clint was in the middle of a circle of people having a dance off with a little kid. Peter was hyping him up, and it was actually kind of adorable. The kid was a really good dancer, and the crowd was cheering them both on. Then Clint took his turn and finished it off with loudly booing in the kid’s face. You grimaced as the crowd turned against him. Rightfully so. They dispersed leaving just your boys standing there and you could see the wheels turning in their heads as they connected the dots.

You walked toward them, “You’re just now realizing that you went too far, huh?”

“Yupp.” Clint replied.

Peter shook his head, “I’m not the jackass that booed an 11-year-old.”

Clint rubbed the back of his head, “Where’s Bucky? Can we leave this wedding yet?”

“Oh, he’s over there.” You motioned over your shoulder to where Bucky was still sitting at the table with Elektra. They were laughing and smiling and it looked like a great conversation. “They seem happy.” When you turned back around both men were glaring at you. You blinked, “What?”

“You left him alone with Elektra??” Peter cried.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Clint cut in, “You can’t leave him alone with her. She’s gonna suck out what’s left of his soul!”

“He asked to speak to her alone. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not let him do that!” They both yelled.

You pointed at them, “Hey, the two of you were bullying a child. I don’t wanna hear it!” They had no argument to that. You crossed your arms and glanced back over at Bucky. “Are you sure I should stop that? He seems happy with her.”

“Elektra ruined him.” Clint said firmly. “She always does. Over the three years they were together, it was always on and off. She’d keep him around until she could find something she deemed better and then when she got tired of that person she’d come back to Buck. Because she knew he’d always be there. It devastated him. Every single time. You haven’t seen him in that state yet but trust us…” Peter nodded his head alongside Clint. “It’s bad.”

You sighed and gave them a quick nod before turning around and walking over to them. Elektra had her hand draped over his arm and she leaned in with a broad smile. You steeled yourself, stormed up, and pretended to lose your mind, “How dare you!?”

“[Name].” Bucky said between clenched teeth, his eyes telling you to leave.

You shook your hand at them, “How could you do this to me, Bucky??”

“No, no, no.” Elektra stood, “Nothing happened.”

“[Name], go.” Bucky seethed.

“How could you—you—” You grasped your abdomen, “How could you do this to our unborn child!?”

Bucky leveled a glare at you, but Elektra shook her head, “No. Please. Nothing was going on. I have a boyfriend.”

Silence ensued and your eyes widened in surprise. What hurt though was watching Bucky’s face fall in disappointment. He stood up, “You’re… You’re dating someone right now?”

“Well, yeah, but so are you.” Elektra argued.

“Right.” Bucky nodded once. She quickly walked away without another word and you stood there unsure of what to say to your friend. Bucky mumbled a quick thanks to you before turning and walking in the direction of the bar.

You glared at Elektra over your shoulder and resisted the urge to go over and tell her your exact thoughts. It probably wouldn’t help this specific scenario though. You looked away from her and hurried over to the bar. You got there just as Bucky threw back a shot. Probably whiskey. You knew it was his favorite. Bucky didn’t acknowledge your arrival and you quietly just took a seat beside him. He held up two fingers and the bartender brought two more shots. He pushed one towards you and wordlessly you took the shot with him.

“Hey.” You spoke up, but Bucky kept his eyes on the shelf in front of the two of you. “She has a boyfriend.”

“Yeah.” Bucky mumbled.

You continued, “She shouldn’t have been flirting with you like that.” Bucky turned and gave you a tense smile. You set your hand on his shoulder. “You can’t be her back-up plan, Bucky. You’re not a back-up plan kind of guy. You’re…plan A material.” Bucky let out a chuckle and you were happy to see the edges of his lips curl up into a small smile. “You gotta move on.”

He nodded once and you squeezed his arm before ordering two more shots. Bucky took the shot with you again and you left him alone at the bar to his thoughts. Clint and Peter were sitting at the table the four of you had been assigned to. The wedding party had calmed down enough that most people were sitting at their tables as soft music played. A few people slow danced on the floor.

“Hey, hey.” Clint whacked Peter on the arm a few times. Peter and you followed his gaze to where Bucky had come back from the bar and sat down beside Elektra. All of you watched as the two talked, but the conversation seemed solemn. Finally, Bucky gave her a quick hug before standing up and walking toward your table. “He…actually looks okay.”

And he did. His shoulders looked less tense than when you left him at the bar. As he got close, Bucky held his hand out to you, “Come on.”

“Come on?”

“Yeah, you’re coming with me.”

“With you where?”

“Doll,” Bucky smirked at you, “For the love of God, give me your damn hand.”

You did as he said and Bucky dragged you onto the dance floor. He set his hands on your waist with a sigh and you rested your hands on his shoulders. The two of you just swayed for a moment before you nodded, “You okay?”

“I am.” Bucky gave you a smile. It was soft, but it was real. “Thanks for being here.”

“What’re roommates for?” You chuckled.

The two of you laughed for a moment before Clint and Peter rushed over to separate the two of you. Peter was glancing around as he spoke, “Not to cause a scene, but the kid’s mom is looking for Clint and she doesn’t look happy.”

“What kid?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Oh, Clint and Peter bullied an 11-year-old.” You answered.

Bucky snapped his gaze to them, “You idiots what!?”

“Yell at us in the car.” Clint began to push us off the dance. “Time to go.”

The four of you were speed walking out of the auditorium. Your shoes were making it difficult to keep up with the guys so Bucky wrapped his hand around your wrist and tugged you along as you laughed. The four of you only slowed down as you got outside and on the way to the car you felt your phone buzz in your purse.

You pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number.

‘Hey, [Y/N], this is Pietro Maximoff. Scott gave me your number and said I should reach out!’

#Avengers #slice of life version #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson #peter quill #clint barton #natasha romanoff #scott lang #new girl au #modern au

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First Impressions of You

Derek :

When Derek first meets you he is guarded. He studies you and every movement you make, trying to get a summary of your intentions and body language. However, taken aback from your pleasing scent and beauty, he finds himself relaxing and not so guarded as he’d usually be with a stranger. He feels a little bit of panic in the inside with how you naturally make him relaxed, not particularly liking how you weaken his guard. But Derek being Derek, he wouldn’t let it show and pretend like you are just any other regular person. But he still tries to catch glimpses of you while you aren’t looking. And would go out of his way to protect you from any danger that might cross your path.

Scott :

Unlike Derek, Scott shows immediate surprise with your presence and is obviously taken aback with your beauty. *gif* He’d probably awkwardly try to start conversation, like simple or warm greeting. Then once you are no longer within hearing distance he’d go to Stiles and second guess everything that just happened, hoping he didn’t sound as stupid as he felt or tried too hard and hoped he didn’t ruin his first impression by seeming desperate. Not wanting to make it seem like a bigger deal then it was.

Stiles :

Total panic. However, he has no shame in approaching you and stuttering over his words. He is very genuine and energetic and would probably try to throw in a few compliments then realize they were back handed compliments and try to play it off (very badly) and start to laugh nervously with you when you start laughing at his total brain lag. But once you respond with no signs of anger or resentment, he would be hooked onto getting your attention and would be tremendously slightly obsessed with you and try to ask around and find out as much information about you as he could.

Isaac :

He would not make any attempts to get get your attention the first time he sees you. He would like to have the element of surprise and get a feel for your personality and who you are first. Before he was bitten he was used to girls always turning him down and wasn’t ready for that embarrassment again. He would probably just secretly stare at you or use his werewolf hearing to spy on your conversations, maybe hoping his name would pop up, or worrying you already like someone else and would go home thinking about you 24/7. Probably would ask Derek, or Scott about you since he has trust in them and felt safe with them knowing his crush and wouldn’t judge him.

Liam: He would notice you and subconsciously try to impress you. Raising his hand more in class confident in his answers, and don’t get me started on lacrosse practice… he would be so cocky and competitive, slyly eyeing you when he scores, hoping you were watching him. However, when it came to talking to you all that confidence would fly right out the window. Especially when it was you that first made conversation. He would act like everything was cool, but obviously showing intimidation by your confidence.

Brett:

Brett would instantly be excited by your presence. He knew how to talk to girls and wasn’t shy at all when it came to approaching you. He would probably start giving you tiny compliments and mentioning common ground you guys have. He would probably play things off very smoothly and make sure to tune into your heartbeat to see what particularly makes your heart race and be very charming. He would probably end things with an open ending, predicting that you guys would cross paths again soon.

Jordan :

When Jordan first sees you he’d be very friendly. He wouldn’t force any interaction with you, but offers a smile and wave to you. He’d greet himself and make a mental note about how cute you are. He would probably go out of his way to offer any help you might need and be extra nice to you without coming off too strong. Would totally get you out of any trouble with the law.

Theo:

He would definitely know that you heard bad things about it him. But you were hot, and he instantly liked you. So he would be teasing and friendly, whether you showed interest in him or not. Would threaten any guy that liked you behind your back. He would have a soft spot for you and would make sure you were out of harms way from any supernatural creature in Beacon Hills. Total guard dog, and slightly possessive. However, knowing he has other things on his list, he would not try too hard to get you to be around him.

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So hey guys! It’s been like over a year since I posted. (Go ahead and yell at me I deserve it lmao) I had big changes through my life and am no longer close to who I was when I first started writing BUT none the less I’m baaaaackkkkk ;) and the one thing that hasn’t changed is my love for fictional characters. Right now im in a teen wolf mood so you might see more coming your way. Feel free to comment, I miss talking to you guys. Love you all to pieces.

- Grace

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