#hc getting a camera is the best thing to happen this year ;;

[diamondstrings]

#haechan #haechanahcaeh #instagram #lee dongyuck #lee haechan #hc getting a camera is the best thing to happen this year ;; #해찬 #이동혁 #혁 #이해찬 #엔시티 #NCT

[jensensfanfic]

CAM GIRL

pairing: modern!ellie x camgirl!reader

a/n: so nervous to post this. i didn't want to write a full fic, so this hc kinda thing happened. anyways, lmk what you think...

warnings: smut. mdni. -> sex work via live cam/stream. onlyfans/patreon/etc - no site is stated specifically, stripping, toys, masturbation (reader & ellie), exhibitionism, toys, toy riding (reader), strap-on use, dirty talk, hints of dom!reader, even smaller hints of dom!ellie

[dialogue = purple for ellie, blue for reader]

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thinking about ellie dating a girl who cams...

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"ellie, i wanna be really clear with you about what i do before we... you know?" "date?" "yeah. i just don't want any secrets where my job is concerned."

imagine her reaction when you first tell her. the way her eyes were half intrigue, half envy. on one hand, she thought it was incredible; the confidence you had in your own body and what to do with it. on the other hand, the confession from you caused her to grow more possessive. she felt almost sick, knowing that people all over the world were logging in to their profiles with only you in mind.

but that was at the beginning. after several months, pride swelled within her. you were making a lot of money through your sessions online, made clear by the fancy clothing, lingerie, even the apartment you'd bought for yourself. she could also tell that you enjoyed what you did. it made you feel confident and beautiful, and those feelings bled through to your sex life with ellie.

"fuck, i love your tits so much. love seein'm all beg to touch." "but only you can, els. c'mere and get them all wet with your pretty mouth."

"mm, babe, you like watching my ass when i fuck my toys, don't you?"

sometimes she worried about 'trolls', but you reassured her that you had a few moderators who would bat away any unsavoury comments before you could see them.

"see? if anyone says anything overly disgusting or offensive, it gets removed." "ever had to report or block anyone?" "mm, only a handful of creeps have made my blacklist."

then it was a couple of years into your relationship, and nine out of ten times when you were cam-ing, ellie would come over, either by yours or her own invitation.

"i'm live in 20, you can come over if you're quiet." "and what happens if i'm not?" "you wanna find out?"

"hey, i'm bored, you live? can i watch;)"

she loved to watch you, and you absolutely revelled in it. even your regular viewers had started noticing how you seemed to be even more enthusiastic than before. you wanted to impress ellie, despite already knowing how much she desired you.

when ellie came over during a cam session, you would make sure to put in the most effort with your look for the night. you would wear ellie's favourite colours, slap on a little extra makeup, and put on your best show.

"you were on fire tonight, princess."

"do you have glitter in your cleavage!?"

"you should do the war paint more often. it's hot."

"fake tattoos tonight?" "yeah, it was a request from a my best tipper... you like?" "hurry up and i'll show you how much i do."

ellie would be just out of shot, laying back against the pillows on your bed, one leg crossed over the other. she could never take her eyes off of you. she adored how you changed your voice just slightly on camera; still confident, but with an edge of shyness.

"y'all like the lace tonight, hm? i'm not quite sure if it suits me... tell me what you think, should i keep it or..."

her eyes travelled all over your body as you danced along to the beat of whatever song was playing gently in the background. and then, when it had been a few minutes into your show, and dollar signs started popping up on your screen, you reached for whatever item of clothing you were going to slowly, torturously remove. from that moment on, she was locked on you, following every glide of your fingertips over the straps of you bra, the soft material of your panties, or the thin lace stockings.

ellie always praised you for a good show when it was over. and whenever toys were used, she'd clean them for you, and on the occasion that you actually came for real after using said toys, she would offer to clean you up too. she'd bring you warm pyjamas and a hot drink and mentally congratulate herself for pushing away the urge to jump you after what felt like hours of teasing.

"god, that was so hot."

"you need water? your favourite snacks are on the side over there, too."

"els, help me up out of this mess, please. ugh, the fake spunk is so sticky." "wanna take a shower? maybe create some real mess?"

sometimes, she couldn't hold back, though. on most cam nights, she would be clenching her thighs and biting her lip, watching you with a wetness forming on her boxers. but she couldn't always hold back from touching herself. she'd watch you lifting your tits into full view of the camera, squeezing them and giggling at the comments that followed. then you'd push them together, wait a moment for more tips and then start to pinch at your hard nipples.

"mm, yeah, feels so good. should i pinch harder? want me to lick them for you darlings?"

eventually, inevitably, she'd end up sliding one hand into her underwear, the other fisting the sheets. as you bounced up and down on one of your silicone cocks, moaning out appreciations for the tips that flooded in on the screen, she'd reach her throbbing clit. her gaze would be glued to your slick hole that wept around the toy as you moved, and she'd match your rhythm on the toy with the circles she traced on herself.

when you first saw her doing this, you weren't surprised at all. in fact, it made you that much more smug and turned on, resulting in less of a need to fake your arousal for the people watching. you'd pretended to the camera that you were turning your head to bite your own shoulder, but in fact you were mouthing encouragements for her to fuck herself faster over a wink and a smirk.

"faster, babe. just like that."

"edge yourself, el. better not come until i'm done here."

then there was this one particular night. ellie had two of her fingers deep in her cunt, while you rode a thick, veiny fake cock that took several pumps of lube to sink down onto.

you'd bought it with only your girlfriend in mind. though, of course your viewers were impressed with it, too.

"ooh-oh-oh, i need it f-faster. you want me to go faster... huh loves? gonna need your help then."

it was her favourite colour, and you'd made sure it attached pefectly onto your shared strap harness. it also came with a companion toy that was a little smaller, but could also attach to the harness, so that ellie could have her own pussy stuffed as she - hopefully, if your little scenario panned out - pounded into you once the camera was off.

of course, this is exactly what happened. you couldn't stop trying to get a look at ellie as you heard her little pants. she was trying to stay as quiet as possible, and watching her slap a hand over her own mouth, muffling her pleasure as she got off to you, only made things worse. you sped up your movements for a few seconds, opening your mouth and letting out an exaggarated moan. you then licked your lips, smiling at the camera as floods of tips came in, a bunch of water emojis flickering on and off. you bid everyone goodnight, promising to be back again the night after next, then ended the session.

"fuuuuuuck yes! mmmm!"

"fucked me so good. thank you, sweethearts. go grab yourselves some water and i'll see you next time. buh-bye, huns. mm."

then you turned to ellie, her hand stilled in her boxers. you slowly pulled out the toy and then pushed it all the way back in with a groan. you watched ellie's eyes flash at the obscene wet sounds your pussy made. once more you pull the glistening toy out, so slowly that it draws out impatient whines from the both of you. you rub the head of the toy around your folds, spreading the glistening wetness all around your waiting entrance.

"did you come, babe?" "uh uh, saving it all for you tonight, love."

"want you to fuck me so hard that i won't be able to move." "fuckin' hell. come here, now!" "need one more thing."

you reach down to your 'cam box' and take out two things. you first toss ellie the harness, which has the smaller cock attached, something you'd gotten ready earlier. then, you crawl between her already spread legs, and make a show of attaching the still-wet toy, your pussy clenching at the sight, greedy for it to be back inside you.

"put it on."

"was thinking about you filling me up the whole time tonight. need it now." "gonna do it. gonna make it so you can't stand."

several times after that night, you'd jokingly discussed ellie joining you on your site.

"if you made me gush like that on live, we'd make so much, d'yuh know that?" "maybe, but i don't want anyone else seeing you like that. all fucked out and dribbling from you gorgeous little pussy. no, baby. that's a show only i get to watch."

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if you're after more modern!ellie x cam girl!reader ->

CAM GIRL DRABBLE (ellie helps you film)

CAM GIRL: SPECIAL GUEST (part 2)

#mine #my writing #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #camgirl!reader #the way i am terrified rn looool

[callivich]

Calli, any Milkovich sibling HC, But stuck on those for a bit.

Iggy knew/suspected Mickey was gay. He didn’t care. He might not be the smartest but he knows his siblings. If he’d been around when Terry found out, he would have defended Mickey. Years later, Mickey shares what happened when Terry caught him and Ian and it makes Iggy so angry.

He never finds out what Terry did to Mandy. Neither does Mickey. Colin suspected but was never sure and never asks in case he’s wrong.

Mandy’s favourite sibling is Mickey. (Not that she’d ever tell him that). She was never that close to Iggy or Colin. But they do care for each other in their own ways.

Once Mandy leaves Chicago, she tracks down Molly. They keep in touch and become closer as time goes on.

Iggy and Colin are in and out of prison a lot but by their late twenties, they get their shit together and stay out of jail for good.

Over time, the siblings have regular meet-ups. They bicker a lot. But it’s fun and nice. They don’t really talk about the darkness of their childhoods or Terry much and if they do, they try and joke about it so as not to get too angsty about things.

They have a sibling group chat which is them roasting the fuck out of each other and also full of selfies where their flipping off the camera.

When Iggy gets out of jail for the last time, Mickey gives him a temporary job at his and Ian’s security business. But Iggy’s good at it, so he becomes a permanent employee. (Despite the fact he constantly teases Mickey)

Mandy wanted to go to Ian and Mickey’s wedding but found the idea of going back to Chicago and seeing everyone too much. She sent them a good present - a really expensive bottle of champagne and two fancy glasses. When they drink it, they share a toast to her.

When Terry dies, she moves back to Chicago. She thought it would be difficult but she finds it freeing knowing she’s living and thriving in the city while he’s dead.

Laura was not the perfect mother but she did try and they all have a handful of good memories about her. She came very close to taking them all and leaving Terry at one point but it never worked out. The siblings don’t know how close they came to having a better childhood.

As adults, they get really drunk one evening and all get matching ‘m’ tattoos on their wrists.

The siblings fought and argued as kids but they always shared food and looked after each other if one got sick or injured. It wasn’t always perfect. They didn’t always know what to do but they tried.

They all wore the same hand me downs. Even Mandy until she hit her teenage years and Laura gave her some of her old clothes. Mandy was big into thrift shopping because Laura took her once. She becomes an expert in finding clothes that look trendy but were cheap. She still gets bullied at lot at school but she pretends it doesn’t bother her.

They all end in therapy at one point or another. Some for longer than others. But they all find it helpful in certain ways.

The best memories they have about their childhood involve staying up late and watching shitty movies, crushed together on the couch. All of them talking over the actual movie and giving their own commentaries. This only happened when Terry was in jail or passed out.

One year they attempt to make some Ukrainian food that Laura made one year. It’s a bit of a disaster but they have fun doing it, even if what they make doesn’t taste that good.

They’re not as close as the Gallagher siblings but they do care and love each other in their own Milkovich way.

Does anyone else have any Milkovich sibling headcanons? Please do share!

#mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #iggy milkovich #colin milkovich #molly milkovich #calli talks #headcanon

[noxx-33i]

Hello I have come to word vomit RGB trio thoughts and headcanons. Beware some of these will probably be nonsensical and not in order.

I think skate has the worst fashion taste out of the three. I can't say much on this though cause I also have an atrocious sense of fashion/lh

Boombox and to an extent Skate talk in 80's slang. Like radical, bodacious, hella, etc. 80's coded boombox just lives in my head rent free and i can't kick him out/silly

Their alcohol tolerance from lowest to highest goes: Skate, BB, Sling

BB and Skate crash at Slingshot's place ALL the time. At this point even Shuri and Vine are used to them just random showing up

^^continuing this I think they like to enter through anywhere but the window. Most especially Skate. BB at the very least is willing to act like a Normal person and use the door SOMETIMES. Skate however if he uses the door you'll bet that he's going in on his board. Whether or not he immediately crashes and breaks something inside is another thing/lh

Sometimes they'll just have Katy Perry Sessions with Shuriken. Like literally just listening to Katy Parry. Don't. Don't ask why I don't know either/lh

^^they have California Gurlz memorized.

If one of them does a crime none of them are snitching. If one goes down they all go down if one admits to it the other two will admit to it too. No bro left behind/silly

Sling is the smartest academically in their group and is probably the best at math. Not saying he's a prodigy im just saying BB and Skate are probably dumb as shit with math /lh+aaff

Sometimes Skate likes to record his Sick Moves™ and sometimes it would Also be in a place he proooobably shouldnt be in so Sling and BB take turns being on either camera duty or watch duty. Whether either of them are good at it is a different discussion/silly

Skate was caught stealing by the police once but BB was there and somehow he managed to trick them into believing he was Skate's lawyer and that he did not steal anything. Sling watched from the distant absolutely flabbergasted

Sling prices his menu very high and whenever someone asks he's just like "Oh yk, inflation!" and somehow it always works

they like setting fireworks off at night. Sometimes BB can't come cause he's too tired from work or something tho so

Despite Slingshot being the most academically smart in the group Boombox is the one who would hesitate when given a big shiny red button that could nuke Crossroads. Sling and Skate would see a shiny red button and go "ooo shiny" then BOOM!!!! /silly

idk if you want this but I have an au with my friend using the skins ingame (and some we made up for it hehe) where Snowboard and Rainbox were highschool best friends and they would get into shenanigans together like light theft (Rain is the distraction), parties maybe, etc andddd I love them very much

Snow in the au has canonically tried to rizz up a girl (in High School) only to bag her boyfriend AND her brother

^^The au takes place years later when Snowboard is in college (in Blackrock college cause there's no faction wars in this au) and when he comes back he finally meets Cozyshot who is Rain's roommate and erm my friend likes skateshot so I think you can tell what happens next (GAY PEOPLE) /silly

Okay im gonna stop rmabling now have a good day silly muah/p

IM GONNA RAMBLE TOO AND Oh my god ur so right on the first one.

SKATE HAS TERRIBLE FASHION SENse. I can smell it. Hes so sweaty he doesnt care ab his looks too much but bb would say "youre not going out like that

YES I AGREE. Boombox is stuck in the 80s and he doesnt want to leave. Im actually picking up these habits i wanna say rad so bad.

Skate being the lowest is the funniest shit wver bc i love bullying his ass. Did you tell i put NO EFFORT in his stupid hc reveal HEELP

I FEEL LIKE ONE DAY THEY MIGHT GET A SECRET HANGOUT PLACE… like fully furinisjed and with ac and all that fancy shit. How? Idk illegally? They probably have board games and dnd sessions with trusted friends who keep the place a hush

Bro theyre not normal they will never be normal… "GUYS HOW DID YOU GET IN" // "We lock picked your door" // "WHAT THE FUCK"

> lowkey skate would learn lock picking for fun and hed get so good at it he would be tempted to steal more stuff

>> that being said.. rob the bank?/ref

LOWKEY i feel like bb was a nerd in his younger years but grew out of it… he would probably like science facts and everyone thinks hes smart but hes not.. AND YES sling being math smart is so real teehee. Hes the expenses guy but also cant stop himself from spending more than he needs to

Skate n BB would get into so much trouble but no one can ever find them guilty in some fucking way and it makes the authorities so mad

Ironically id like to think Zuka easily catches them doing dumb shit but he doesnt care enough to report it

Sling has probably done tax evasion one or two times.. or more….

Ok cute hcs to vomit out… with ur mention of tired boombox i feel like sling and skate would immediately go to bbs place and crash not in a chaotic way but like ogghd.. ÖIKE THEY MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER BY GIVING SNACKS OR MASSAGES TO HELP HIM LOSE STRESS

Literally any time one of the RGB members get their vibes off its instantly to care land bc bcbc bc 😞😞🙁🙁😞😞😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 *sobbing crying throwing up* theyr besties 😭😭 this xan be both platonic or romantic i legit do not care i love BOTH

With that in mind i feel like whenever skate and bb crash over sling would have a few of their favorite pastries from his cafe saved in his fridge… like dog treats LMAOO

This is likge.. dog-cat-dog relationship… but all are chaotic as fuck /silly

YOUR AU SOUNDS SO SILLY PLEASE I WANT TO SEE!!!! I WANNA DRAW EVEN.

that au makes me think of sling with glasses for some reason… i need to draw so bad….!!!!;!2!

And they were roommates /ref+j

#phighting #phighting! #phighting hcs #headcanons #roblox #phighting boombox #phighting skateboard #phighting slingshot #slingshot phighting #skateboard phighting #boombox phighting #skateboard headcanons #slingshot headcanons #boombox headcanons #RGB trio #rgb #skateslingboom #boomskatesling #i still dont know what their tag is #HRLPF

[eviex]

Safe

c.w : mentions of reader being in a shelter, gaz taking in reader, plot does not follow mw2/mw3 entirely, no uses of y/n. Only (Name) or petnames + ‘You’. Mentions of loss (parents death) + bad staff at shelter.

NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS FIC IS ACCURATE)) hcs

Gn! Preteen! Reader + Gaz

(Some facts in this au/ fic arent canon! If i made any mistakes like /gaz’ age/ do tell me.)▪️▪️

sumry. : pre teen! reader is taken in by gaz after he gets back from a mission he finds reader in a shelter. After being taken back home with gaz, gaz’s family didn’t seem to get along with you.

- The loss of your parents caused you to be sent into a shelter.

- You barely ever felt safe in there, the nightmare and flashing images of your last moments with your parents haunted you every night.

- You woke up screaming, every night you felt drenched in sweat. You weren’t able to go to bed without having flashbacks. - To this day you still remembered how the house burned down.

- And took your parents down with it. Left no trace of them. No one can blame you, you were only a child. By the time you figured out how to call the fire fighters it was already too late.

- Feeling frozen in place as you watched them announce. Your parents were gone. It happened so long ago. You barely had time with them,

- The only memory you ever had of your parents was a notebook you’d had been given by them. It had their signature inside along with pictures. There was a memory book you recovered. But it wasnt good quality.

- Your parents were around for long. By their time not all cameras were the best. - Taken into the shelter at a young age you never had anyone. The staff treated you like crap. The children your age there, for so many years

- Everyone got taken in or adopted. You weren’t. You got sick of it. Constantly kids shoved you around, constantly, staff barely fed you.

- But one thing that was even worse, this shelter was near a field. The field was stuck around for a very long time.

- It used to belong to farmers. It was a very open one but now it was used for military. It was used as a spot for training or anything really.

- One man in particular saw you.

The shelter had a routine for everyday. One weekends, at sometimes thursday night. Children would be allowed to do activities out. You never really participated. You were closed off and reserved. Everyone there was just not overall good people. You were rather watching the soldiers train, you always noticed one man though. He seemed to have seen you from afar.

- Gaz. You knew him as. Gaz, but you always called him the big man. Since he was tall,

- One time running around outside the shelter’s playground. You had felt a shove when you scraped a little bit of your knee. He was the one who reported to the staff if they can check in on you

- So far to run off mid way through training a few times to immediately make his way towards you. He somehow saw himself in you. Quiet, reserved.

- His own captain always told him he was quiet. But you were so sad all the time it broke his heart.

- He was a soft man at heart but really had to be tough, when he got to know you. He had seemed to come across a store one day while on a mission nearby. Or had it seemed they took a stop.

- He’d asked to step in since he quickly payed, he bought a treat.

- When he came to the shelter he took a knee and cooed for you to take it. You thanked him but he suddenly just hugged you. He was tearing up.

- He hated seeing how fearful and unsafe you seemed. How you werent given treats.

- So many things were happening. He got to know you day by day. If they were on a break he always came to see you. Because he wouldn’t forget how you even got him something back. It was a drawing. Of the field.

- He still had it in his breast pocket,

- But really, he had enough of seeing this

What had you done to deserve this. One time he had stepped into the office, when he talked with the staff about you. He got to know about the shelter and what it was like, he saw your file. How could a innocent kid

Be mistreated?

- He took you in one day. He had introduced you to his own home where he lived. But his father really made this a problem, his father constantly asked Gaz if he was same for bringing you in here.

- You got to know Gaz though. You were kept in his room, he told you could sleep in his bed, he didn’t mind sleeping on the floor since he was in harsher conditions anyways.

He’d been used to it.

- But he finally figured what troubled you.

- ‘Why didn’t you tell me, (Name)?’

- The nightmares. When you woke up crying he was almost instantly there. Crushing you in a hug he didn’t realize how hard he held you.

- ‘Are you okay, kid?’ He’d brush your hair away. Wiping any stray tears.

- His hand ran up your shoulder. Patting it a little before he pulled you to rest on him. You were like a scared animal.

- He held you so tight. He felt your tears wet his t shirt. You hit him out of panic but he only took the blows,

- Since that night he’d tried his best to help you relax. He told you what to do if he was gone while you had these nightmares.

- Alot of times he had to keep you only in his room since his father didnt like you. Nor did his brothers do. But he only told them to f off since you were almost his kid now and they’d need to accept it.

- When you were sick back at the shelter you were often just given those pills and told to take them. Then you were just stuck inside all day. No one was present to take care of you. But Gaz made you safe.

- You were having a really bad fever but you saw how quickly Gaz caught onto it. He places you in the tub after he filled it with water. He gave you your privacy. But he was outside the bathroom if you needed him.

- ‘Im here if you need me, kiddo’

- He sometimes had to rush to the pharmacy for medicine. But you couldn’t let go and your hands flew up to his arm one time he actually stumbled back next to you when you did.

- So he had to take you with him. No one can ask who the kid coming with him was. You were a secret though. He didnt tell anyone about you at base. He kept his child safe.

- It didnt make so much sense to anyone how he adopted you. But it was simple for him. He knew you long enough.

- But really it felt fast. A month, and he took you in. You only saw him those days bringing you treats or coming to talk to you sometimes. Even if it wasnt talk. It became a normal thing he’d nod at you from afar as hello.

- You got along. You did grow attached to him, he officialy did sign adoption papers. Legally and finally now. His child.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod mw gaz #gaz x reader #gaz x you #gaz x y/n #gaz x gn!reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz x you #kyle gaz x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral fanfic #cod fanfic #mw2 #mw3 #call of duty mw3 #mw2 x reader #gaz mw2 #gaz mwii #gaz mw3 #Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader

[audhd-nightwing]

Please tell me your punk!Steve thoughts.

OH BOY I HAVE A LOT - besides what i’ll probably infodump abt here i have lowkey fleshed out an entire backstory for punk steve under the #punk steve au

(to summarize, steve decides to become a punk and rebel against his parents instead of doing what they want and being a jock)

he introduces punk culture to el and max and they adore it (el loves the pastel punk aesthetic)

he doesn’t use any of his parents money (but continues to live in their house bc he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go and doesn’t want to burden any of the multiple families that would take him in), is a lifeguard in the summer and takes odd jobs around fall and winter.

he goes to Indianapolis as often as possible and learns most of what he knows from Elder Punks he meets there. there’s a couple small punk/alt stores he always stops by and a few bars/clubs. everyone he meets loves him (and baby punks in general but they find it really cool that he comes from privilege yet decides to rebel against ideals that were made so he could succeed at the failure of others).

he’s also introduced to the queer community a lot earlier on, and realizes he’s mlm (i hc him as gay but i can also see him as bi) and there’s a bunch of Elder Gays who adopt him.

he’s pretty much the only punk in Hawkins, so he kinda gets a reputation. in his freshman year he mostly keeps to himself, doesn’t really dress the way he wants and just wants to make it through the year. sophomore year though, he befriends jonathan nancy and barb and starts dressing and acting the way he wants to. him and jonathan listen to music together and he helps out with will when joyce and jonathan need to work- which eventually leads to him meeting mike dustin and lucas and taking care of them too.

steve realizes he wants to be strong enough to protect the people he cares about, so him and jonathan train and work out together a bit. steve and nancy don’t date, but they’re best friends along with barb. i just need to see barb and steve as besties it would make me so happy. also nancy and barb are in love bc obviously.

halfway through sophomore year steve gets a job at the local mechanics (mechanic eddie this, mechanic eddie that, no! give me mechanic steve who has a special interest in cars! just look at his beemer! and like the sole decoration he has in his room is a photo of a car!)

SO. junior year. this is when he starts going to indianapolis a lot more frequently. he buys records and camera stuff for jonathan, and drawing supplies for will (he basically lives with the byers atp). he is a lot more sure of himself, wears combat boots and battle jackets, and is damn good at fighting (he worked really hard at it the summer before). if anyone harms the kids he will not hesitate to hit someone, and this becomes town-wide knowledge very quick.

when will disappears in november, steve is the first person joyce calls before karen. he joins the search parties, he goes to lonnie instead of jonathan (steve would rather die than make jonathan face his abuser again). basically he’s involved with the upside down shit from the start.

also, steve accidentally finds out about el when dustin and lucas do. he offers to have her stay at his house, mike is reluctant but agrees, and el immediately becomes steve’s new baby sister. steve still saves the day at the end of s1 with the demogorgon, but the fight with jonathan and all of that doesn’t happen.

i accidentally plotted the whole show with this au…

steve finds el s2 and actually fucking tells the Party instead of hiding it like hopper did. el just permanently lives at steve’s now.

oh yeah and barb doesn’t die so that’s a thing that changes s2 a lot. i lost track of where this was going so i’m gonna just drop hcs i have about punk steve

he paints his nails black, he has a few piercings, he doesn’t really like the feeling of makeup on his face but he puts on eyeliner occasionally, he lets his hair grow out more and has perfected the ‘messy bedhead that somehow looks good’ look, he has big combat books and uses lace code, he’s gay but says he would go straight for joan jett (me too tbh), he has a reputation of “don’t fuck with me or my kids” in Hawkins, he also lowkey converts robin into a punk but she’s more indie-alt like jonathan, he doesn’t play any instruments but has a great voice and perfect pitch, will and el help him make one of his favorite battle vests, will is very crafty and artistic so he helps steve with a lot of his stuff, he has a few tattoos, he can do cool lighter tricks lol, etc.

#punk steve au #stranger things #steve harrington #punk steve harrington #baby punk el hopper #punk max mayfield #the byers adopt steve #the byers brothers #punk el hopper #jane hopper #max mayfield #will byers #jonathan byers #lesbian nancy wheeler #barb holland #lesbian barb holland #platonic stancy #platonic jancy #dustin henderson #the party stranger things #punk steve headcanons

[rookie-lou]

Cruz Ramirez - backstory HC

•It had always been her dream to race. Even when she was little she watched Piston Cup races on TV and it was fascinating to her.

•Cruz always wanted to be like the King or Lightning McQueen. But it wasn't easy. She lived in a patchwork family. Her mom had married someone years after Cruz's own father had died.

•Her father had always been supportive. She was Daddy's little girl and always watched races with him. For her, there was nothing better than sitting on the couch with her father at the weekend watching Piston Cup and eating popcorn. It was their little ritual and she often longed for that time.

•Her father believed in her and kept her dream alive. They went karting together and to real races, and the tie-breaker race was the best thing she had ever seen. It was so exciting and she always cheered for Lightning. When Lightning gave up his victory, she started to love the sport even more. It was about more than just winning. Passion and enthusiasm were always there. And when the Fabulous Hudson Hornet became the new crew chief, she could hardly believe it. She always admired him and wondered what happened back then.

•To become a racing driver she needed courage. Cruz had courage, but her courage began to dwindle when her father died.

•She loved her mom - a great woman, but not as supportive as her father at all. And getting used to a new family made everything even more difficult. Her stepfather didn't think much of girls doing 'boy things'. Even though Cruz didn't think it was just for boys.

•Cruz knew from the start that her mother didn't love her new husband. Even though her mom was good at hiding. She did her best and did everything for her daughter. But it wasn't important to Cruz to have a big house and a big room with enough money. That was what the new guy could offer and also the reason why Mom remarried - her job, which she spent all day doing, was sometimes not enough to get the bare necessities.

•But Cruz would rather go hungry to bed than live in a house with Ray Reverham and Jackson Reverham. Her stepbrother Jackson, also known as Jackson Storm was like his father - arrogant and conceited. And that's when Cruz started to always try to see the good in people because it was important that she wouldn't go down herself.

•Ray didn't want Cruz to go karting. Instead, he sent and encouraged his own boy in the sport, and who would have thought that he wasn't that bad?

•Cruz had been one of the best but she listened to Ray. The last thing she wanted was trouble with him because her mother had done so much for her.

•Jackson was like a plague but after a while, Cruz got used to it a bit.

•After she had to give up her old hobby, she looked for a new one. Her father's old camera came in handy. She started to be interested in filming and photography and soon started a blog on the Internet. She just filmed whatever came to mind. Mostly it was nature.

•Jackson got into the bigger leagues and Cruz started filming his races or him in general for fun. It got on Jackson's nerves and that was one more reason not to stop.

•In contrast to Jackson, Cruz made sure to be fit and eat healthily. Ray noticed that it would be a good idea for Jackson, so she became his personal trainer. After all the trouble her mom had put in, who was she to say no to it? It was the least she could do to avoid causing stress in the family.

•She was quicker to learn than Jackson, who apparently only raced for fame. Cruz had a passion, which made it easier for her to remember more knowledge. She was able to teach her half-brother, who was two years older bunch of stuff about racing.

•Her blog became more well-known and Jackson was soon popular - mainly because of his looks. Nobody knew what he was really like behind the camera.

•Nobody would ever find out, but Cruz secretly cheered for McQueen and not for Jackson at every race. She had hidden McQueen's merchandise in her closet a long time ago.

#backstory is from my story on AO3 #cars 3 au #it’s called ‘From this moment everything will change’ #link in my profile #cruz ramirez #lightning mcqueen #cars fandom #pixar cars #cars pixar #disney cars #humanized cars #ao3 #jackson storm

[magicmindless]

Could you tell us some hc you have of Mousse or Whippa? And if you can count some hc you have of Duke if there is part of 2 (or if you have some now)

Sure, I’ll do headcanons for Mousse first and then Whippa’s will be later.

A HC list but it’s just Mousse

I used to care about him, but then I stopped caring, and now we’re here (he was actually pretty tough to think about ngl)

- Mysterious, stoic, and tough as nails if dared to be trifled with but is pretty calm for the most part

- Him and Whippa grew up in a high-middle class family with strict parents. They were known as the “Golden Children” growing up since everything they did seemed perfect when it was really all just a façade

- They both got bullied by the other troublemakers since in their area the upperclass wasn’t very respected (eat the rich amirite?)

- The two were friends with NuMarcus when they were young. They don’t really talk much now. Maybe an occasional bar visit for drinks now and then but that’s about it

- When their parents passed away during their teen years, they stayed with their uncle who didn’t really care about what they did so they started getting into crime

- It’s rumored that their parents were the leaders of an organized crime gang in Oniontown which was how they acquired so much wealth, but Mousse and Whippa can’t confirm since they weren’t very close with their parents, but they have their suspicions

- One time when they were in jail, they were visited by a head chief and detective who needed some information about a certain criminal they were said to have connections with

- Realizing their street smarts and how many connections they had, they were released from prison as long as they swore to never commit crime again

- The nightclub Mousse and Whippa run now was a bar owned by their uncle, and they took over when he retired. They had some money to revamp the place and it’s much more popular now… at least among criminals

- He’s a fan of alcohol, mainly bourbon and whiskey. Nothing about him really changes when he drinks though

- Pretty puzzle smart, and knows how to crack almost all codes like Morse code, crypto, stuff like that

- A fan of reading mythology and old classic literature, though he prefers audiobooks over actually reading since it’s less tiring for him

- Has a weird thing against tourists. He isn’t sure what it is he just doesn’t like them, but tolerates them at best. Maybe he just doesn’t see the big deal in traveling

- Then again, he’s a pretty low energy sort of person, so being around people tends to tire him out easily

- For whatever reason he has the immunity of a sickly Victorian child. It ain’t uncommon for his voice to be much lower than normal or for him to have random coughing fits while investigating someone

-Debating on whether he smokes or not but honestly he probably does

- Has a Chevy Caprice which is really cool, like the cars you see in old detective movies

- Likes photography as a side-hobby. Of course it’s helpful with his job, but he mainly just likes it for personal enjoyment. He has an old Polaroid camera for this hobby as well

- Really skilled at chess. Like, really good. He used to do chess tournaments back in the day for sport and keeps his trophies up on shelves and things

- He likes flowers but not many people know because he’s kind of embarrassed about it. His favorite flowers are hellebores, specifically black hellebores because of their role in Greek Mythology and their overall symbolism

- Isn’t a fan of things which are too overly “positive” (ex: “live laugh love” signs), he’s too much of a realist for that sort of thing

- Tends to talk to himself when he’s alone like a philosophical narrator reflecting on his life in an old detective novel

- He’s not sure if he’d have any other job besides the one he has now, but he assumes he’d probably just work in his uncle’s bar until it shut down, and if that happened he’d just work at another bar or hotel even

#asks #requests #yukocherrysansblog #papa louie #papa louie headcanons #flipline studios #again sorry this took so long #I still have much more to get through #if only Terraria didn’t have a death grip on me at the moment #one last thing as for Duke Gotcha part 2 I don’t think I’ll be doing one for him at the moment

[hello-starlingfics]

use a photo on your phone camera roll and write a quick scene/hc for it

Thanks for the ask, anon! This got a little 15x20 angsty I’m afraid.

Once a year, on January 24th, Sam did the same thing.

He left his wife and son behind, and packed up the Impala’s trunk with the things that he needed: a pecan pie from the local bakery that claimed to make the best in the state, a bottle of the best bourbon he could get, and a tent and sleeping bag.

Packing light was the name of the game for this, just like he’d had to in the time he now thought of as ‘before’. A couple of flannel shirts, stored away in the back of a wardrobe until they came out for this annual ritual, a couple of pairs of jeans, and some minimal camping gear, and he’d hit the road.

He told them that he was going to visit Dean’s grave in Lebanon. It was half true.

He’d given Dean a real grave once, in a town where they’d just happened to be, where they had no roots or connection. That hadn’t stuck. Every year he made this drive, he found himself wondering if he should have buried Dean somewhere, a town they didn’t know, a place they didn’t care about. If he had, maybe he’d have walked through the door of the bunker a few months later, every scar removed except for the tattoo they shared.

But he hadn’t done that. He’d cremated him in the outskirts of Lebanon and scattered the ashes there, leaving Dean in the place that had become their home. The place he couldn’t stay without his brother.

Each year, he drove to the same patch of land, no matter how bitterly cold the weather. If there was no snow covering the ground, a mild winter exposing the stubby grass, he thought the patch where the pyre had been looked patchier and more bare than the rest.

Sam pitched the tent every year, sometimes making his arms ache with the effort of forcing metal stakes into the iron-hard soil. He relished the burn, the pain, the feeling of blood pumping through his veins in physical labor a pleasure he didn’t feel every day any more.

Sometimes he admitted to himself, in the back of his mind, it was the only time each year he felt really alive.

Once set up, he’d start a small fire and sit by it with the bottle, taking a swig, then pouring about the same amount into the soil beside him. He’d cut two slices of pie, and set one beside the whiskey puddle, either sinking into the ground, or sliding over the ice, nowhere to go, not able to freeze and stick.

“Happy birthday, Dean.” He’d murmur the words to the wind and the sky, then eat his slice in silence.

He’d spend the night there, under the stars, and remember.

#my asks #Gencest #Wincest

[seancamerons]

Do you have any early semma hcs ?

so anon, i'm scratchin' my head tryna figure out how to answer this. i feel bad it's been sitting in my inbox for so long. some of these are all over the place. the answer is yes. read more below!

intro/interested pretty quickly so emma really instantly thought, "wow i never met anyone like this guy before." unfortunately for sean, i believe he was just so shocked to even be in town again and still kind of messed up that day in terms of it being overwhelming and rough circumstances. for example, in 1.04 the day leading up to the dance was a blur for him until the dance. between jimmy getting on him, and having his first day at degrassi, finding out i guess at the time he has to repeat the seventh grade, the whole computer debacle and being stressed about that, and people whispering/sean hoping people didn't find out about the fight with tyler that sent him there in the first place, and other factors, it was a lot. emma was watching him, not being a stalker or anything but like he was just trying to get used to things. he transferred like what? october i guess of the school year so he missed 1st day of school and stuff. emma was his first friend at degrassi community who treated him like he mattered and got him out of trouble with raditch when he lost it on jimmy that's canon. after that i headcanon that it was pretty much - she's on his radar. they didn't like become like best friends or anything else whatever until later. maybe mid-way through the term like around the time of caberet did they start like really spending time together or interested in each other beyond casual friends/acquaintances. the crush obviously was mutual. emma i think liked sean as early as give or take - pre-coming of age or a little before that so yeah it fits. so like when i wrote this fic once, emma talked about what generated interest to sean. he was cute probably to her, but also the way that most kids would describe who they are in so many words when asked on the first day at new school. sean turns around and just says in response, "no." that immediately set him apart from his peers. (toby wasn't standing a chance after that.)

2. they BOTH still have the pictures. in fact sean keeps his picture in his wallet. when he was away deployed/staying on bases or whatever he had it either hung up in barracks/platoon wherever he stayed. it's a little bit crinkled and worn and stuff but he did scan it so that he can get it printed on like gloss paper. IT'S A GOOD THING SPIKE TOOK TWO ON HER OBNOXIOUSLY HUGE CAMERA. i like that when cranny went on that date (s2 tmba) she used the camera on them bc she's literally her momma's daughter lol.

3. sean walked emma home after the starlight starbright dance because her flip phone died and she didn't have enough for the payphone in the foyer to call her mom. instead, she remembered her mom told her not to walk home alone. on the walk to emma's he told her where he was from but they didn't really talk much until after parents day and maybe even more over a little later. she liked him around that time. she felt safe that he walked her home after the dance though. spike didn't meet him till later but she mentioned that she wasn't alone for the walk home from school. spike slept easier, but didn't know the person who walked her was a boy.

4. walking home again revisited (likely) a year later like after the wedding in 2.13, spike and snake drove off in their just married car to the airport/honey moon and caitlin stayed for the week behind to look after emma. joey too. sean walked emma home after the wedding and they talked things out/asked her out probably then too officially. he apologized and took accountability/she did too for what happened that last year. of course the conversation was short but they held hands all cutesy and maybe another kiss before she went inside the house. I'm sure it was dark and stuff too so yeah. he called her later to thank her for inviting him, they had fun. craig, sean, emma, and manny ate a lot of wedding cake and food did some dancing beyond slow dances. it was probably the last time their lives weren't complicated.

5. emma visted sean between the time he left after bib over the summer with manny to wasaga for a few day trips emma's life got chaotic once she was with peter and they lost touch. imagine her surprise when he returned a year or so later?! (i find it hard to believe that they hadn't seen each other since s4 i think they talked/maybe over the summer a few day trips when manny or emma got licenses for driving idk if they drove or they took a bus who knows its my world haah)

6. sean's aim (what did they call it for Canada - cim?) screen name is similar to his degrassi handle on degrassidottv lol whocares & emma's is sparklespaz28 or simply sparklespazz bc I'm unoriginal. they talked like however they could occasionally when he was in wasaga he used to visit/frequent internet cafes to keep in touch with friends/emma/ellie but ellie kind of hurt too much to talk to him. emma got too busy to spend much time online but when they did they'd have lengthy aim convos about various things, just not about jay/ravine lmfao of course. even those convos were a little deep which translated later at least i think. she didn't know he was returning bc that was around the time he was moving back and his parents had this old ass computer that barely ran so that's why he would internet cafe. he didn't have internet after he moved to the area again, so he'd either internet cafe in town/phone/text/the computer lab and be able to talk more to them in person instead. it was only when everyone was long distance. i think i read wasaga is 4.5 or so away from Toronto where degrassi is set i think? or a little bit less. it seemed like that anyway when they got out of the car in bib they all looked like we need to stand after sitting this long.

imagine the tension in THAT car ride, let me tell ya.

💌 thanks for the ask!!🌸💗OH ONE MORE THING:

the fic i edited this post to include *discussed above*:

thanks again for the ask, any excuse to talk about semma. byeeeee!💕

#asks #semma #anonymous #💌 tysm for the ask #this is super duper old #i'm so sorry anon #sean cameron #emma nelson #head canons #hc #degrassi #writing #writing tag #i believe the fic i was talking about was called mutual #💗💕💟💖

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hey its insta link anon um about that writing request,,,

i uh i .. i have an idea

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiYDiRKNJFp/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

so the idea is uh....

stucky as friends and they got like lotsa housemate like maybe nat, clint, wanda, etc2

and they set up doorbell camera like that for fun

but one day the cam got stucky making out (just like the one you can see in the video)

they were drunk

so the stucky part itself is like friends to lovers but in my hc buckybaby is like the shy est lil thing you could ever find so the dynamic goes with shy buck and sunshine golden retriever steeb

the next morning their housemates are like winking and making obscene joke abt the kith and buckybaby goes instantly red whereas steeb just laugh

and from then on its up to u!!

thanks for listening to my rambles,,, ilyy!!💗

Hi, sweetheart! I missed you and I hope you're doing good! <3

[link] to an Instagram video of a doorbell camera catching various people, friends, fumbling around and doing everything from pretending to pull their pants down and moon the camera to making out. Lighthearted and joking.

I love this idea!

It would be such a good long, drawn out fic. And it would be exactly as you said, friends-to-lovers and probably the type of friends-to-lovers where all of Steve and Bucky's friends - all the friends and roommates that live in the house with the doorbell camera - are trying to push them together because Steve and Bucky are entire idiots that think their crushes are unrequited when the feelings are most definitely NOT unrequited.

However, neither of them listen to everyone else, they can't bare to risk their best friend over confessions of feelings...

So these idiots just pine and pine and pine for each other, filling up a whole damn forest with all the longing looks, wistful sighs, and over-thought interactions. Until-!

Yup.

The drunken make out caught on camera.

It happens like this though-

For roommate Natasha's birthday they go out drinking all together. Except... Steve has a super low alcohol tolerance (the opposite of what you'd expect for such a big, muscle-y man lol) and Bucky doesn't enjoy drinking all that much, so when he does drink, he gets drunk quicker than someone who drinks regularly. Bucky's a bit shy, a bit reserved, and has never quite looked forward to the idea of losing complete control the way his friends that enjoy drinking have described to him over the years. So he doesn't drink much. Plus, ever since Steve's been old enough to drink, Bucky doesn't really want to drink around him, seeing as Steve, already a big golden retriever of a man, gets even cuter than normal when drunk. And who doesn't want to see the big blonde have only a few drinks and get absolutely sloshed? Giggling. Swaying on his feet. Getting all huggy. Blushing at absolutely everything. Talking too loud, too eagerly, and slurring his words. All of it is adorable. How could Bucky want to get drunk at the same time as Steve and risk forgetting a second of famously light-weight Rogers' tipsy display? That's usually how it goes. Not this time though.

This time Natasha insists that everyone at least have one drink. For her. It's her birthday, c'mon, pleeeease!

Bucky has one or two drinks, he matches Steve, knowing he won't have too many that way. He gets loose and flushed, not as effected as Steve is by the alcohol, but not untouched either.

And when nearing the end of the night, it's just Steve and Bucky together and not unintenitionally so. No, Natasha has enlisted the motivation of her birthday to make out a sure-fire plan with all her friends help to get the resident love-birds to finally confess to one another and actually get together. As more than friends. Hopefully via drunk confessions since nothing else seems to work. Or... maybe a drunk hook-up (not that they don't want it when they're sober 😏).

And how does Natasha ensure that Steve and Bucky have as much time alone when tipsy as possible? Well, it's actually really easy because-

Clint is impressively social when drunk, so he won't miss being at the home with the same people for a few hours. Instead, quickly, Clint gets himself into the middle of a circle of people (mostly ladies) that're alternately aww-ing and hysterically laughing at the colorful tales of his clumsiness; explaining what this scar is from, what caused that bruise, or what exactly is under one particular band-aid. Wanda split after an hour or so - still new to drinking as the youngest of them, barely 22 - with boyfriend Vision swinging by the bar to pick her up and take her to his own apartment where she'll spend the night. So, she won't be an issue. And Sam and Natasha have been making out in the back of the bar - squished close together in a booth - or making out the bathrooms, occupying their time. But they take a break from locking lips (or looking like they're two seconds away from it as they dance dangerously close to one another on the crowded dance floor, hands sometimes literally in each other's back pockets) to push Steve and Bucky's giggly, tipsy asses into the Uber Sam ordered when they annouced they were thinking of heading home. Earlier than Sam, Natasha, and Clint are ready to head back because both of them are grandpas that need to be in bed by 9:00 pm. They stand on the sidewalk, waving the Uber goodbye before tumbling back into the bar to dance and kiss and drink more. So, Natasha and Sam are on the same page of staying out as late as possible- give the boys space and get their party on. Clint probably won't make it home tonight in favor of a one-night-stand... so, just as planned- just as hoped Steve and Bucky are home alone for a long couple of hours.

And...

Well, nothing happens, or, Natasha doesn't think anything happens because when she and Sam stumble inside, finally home, Bucky and Steve are each in their own rooms. She knows because she goes and checks on them. Returning to Sam with a pout, telling him in a much too loud whisper that it didn't work!

Sam simply pats her on the head before drags her to their bedroom, musing out loud about how maybe they should resort to house-wide spin the bottle and rig it. Somehow. Do they make trick bottles for spin the bottle? They've got to, right? So we just get one of those and...

Additionally, Natasha doesn't think anything happens because once she's bounced back from her hangover enough to observe her roommates not through squinted eyes shaded behind her darkest sunglasses as she inhales greasy hashbrowns, Steve and Bucky are acting... normal.

Disappointedly normal.

Back to their standard weird scarily-close-but-also-avoiding-each-other dance. Close, close friends that are guarding their hearts and romantic intentions from one another. So obviously, nothing happened. Otherwise tension would've broken.

Right?

Really though-

It's not that nothing happened. It's that neither of them remember. Because, well, they were drunker than they thought. And they continue to not remember, living in blissful ignorance, until the house has a viewing party for their semi-recently purchased and installed doorbell camera! It's been a month of having it up and participating in shenanigans at the front stoop. And it's at this point that......

The footage of the drunken make out is revealed to all of them at once.

Jaws on the floor.

Sides aching from laughter.

Screams of FINALLY!

They all find out at once.

It's black-and-white, night footage of Bucky and Steve stumbling up the front steps, Steve fumbling for his keys, Bucky laughing at him for failing to get his keys then offering to get his keys out of his pocket for him, Steve telling him to do it already it's cold out here and he wants inside, and... one thing leads to another and they go from standing too close, practically cuddling against the cold while finding illusive, slippery keys, to full on making out. Grainy doorbell footage showing Bucky pressing an equally grainy Steve up against the door to their house. Grainy Steve gasps and then moans.

Actual Steve, sitting on the couch too close to Bucky, is silent but BRIGHT RED.

Natasha howls with laughter, Sam screeches right along side Wanda, shouting, turn it off! turn it off! I don't need to see this!!, and Clint does an actual real-life spit-take of his coffee watching as on video Bucky starts palming Steve through his pants. Or, no, okay, okay, good, this isn't about to be an accidental sex-tape-

Because Bucky isn't giving Steve a hand job.

No.

He's actually fishing Steve's keys from his pocket and...

Holding them up in front of Steve's stupid, love-drunk (and actually drunk) face triumphantly. And giggling, "got'em, nooow open th' door, idiot."

Steve laughs too, turning around and taking way too long to open the door. Putting keys into locks are tricky when you're drunk, okay? Then, Steve opens the door a crack and claims while looking at Bucky over his shoulder, "y-gotta giv'me a' kisss bfore y-you're allowed inside, 'kay?"

Bucky makes a grumpy noise but it's all for show. He kisses Steve on the cheek easily.

Steve grins, "'nother one?" He asks, slouched so he can look up at Bucky through his lashes.

Bucky nods, easily agreeing, "a g'night kiss."

"G'night, Buck," Steve slurs, leaning into another kiss, lips to lips, before finally letting him inside and shutting the door behind them.

And from there, Natasha knows they both just went to their rooms and crashed for the night. Not particularly juicy, not the confession with a BANG (😏) that she hoped for, but... it's still pretty damn funny. Especially when you add in the fact that they don't even remember and currently sit with their heads snapping back and forth between the TV and each other. Mouths wide open in silent shock. Faces and necks turning redder and redder still. Rubernecking. Trying to verify that that was real. That this is laid out in the open. And, to add onto the fact that their deepest secrets are out in the open- they're in the open, around their roomates and friends, and not having a very private, very romantic moment.

It doesn't take a damn SECOND after the drunken make out is off the screen and onto more night footage of Natasha and Sam rolling in from the bar for Sam to break into teasing song, "Bucky and Steve, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Bucky with a baby carriage-"

Bucky is the first to break his silence. Groaning loudly and chucking a pillow at Sam's head. Then grumbling quietly about how he is not thrilled to be mocked for the rest of his days in his own damn home as Sam catches the thrown throw pillow easily and tosses it back at Bucky mercilessly. But Steve follows quickly, not breaking with another object to throw but by laughing so damn loud that he has to slap a hand over his own mouth.

Which-

Their own reactions are foreshadowing for the rest of their lives when their friends tease them always and laugh hysterically whenever offered the chance to recount how their incredible, beautiful love story began 🤣 Via drunk making out on the front porch with Bucky all but literally tripping, falling, and landing on Steve's lips.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fandomfluffandfuck #asks #fluff #getting together #insta-link!anon

[thefanficmonster]

Yes, so I would like to place a request for Rebal D x reader hcs since you aren't doing any fics now. I dont have anything particular in mind but yes it can be nsfw, I definitely don't mind lol. It can be angst/fluff. Whatever. I just want some good Rebal stuff.😭 Hope you have a good day/night!❤️

Hi dear! I'm so sorry for fulfilling your request so late (life got pretty hectic) but here is a set of headcanons I based on a prompt I got from an online generator. Hope it lives up to your expectations and hope you enjoy the read! 💕

Pairing: Rebal D x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentioned break-up angst (very briefly)

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary/Prompt: "Home remedy for a break-up"

Your audience were rightfully concerned about you

You'd been gone for a total of two weeks, breaking your pattern of daily streams on your Twitch which was so out of character for you, it got your fans genuinely worried, not just wondering where you'd gone

That being said, they had every right to swarm you with questions during your first stream back in what felt like forever

Your reasoning felt weak to you, but your fans were super understanding and were simply relieved to have you back

Now, what said reasoning is....

A breakup

An ugly breakup, putting an end to a three year relationship

It hurt, even if you felt like things had already ended months ago

It felt like being kicked out of a home you'd built, falling straight into the pool of cold water that is loneliness

A feeling so dreadful and painful, it rooted itself in your bones and only hurt more when you faked a smile for the camera and feigned a giggle to couple with your: "No, really, I'm doing way better now."

It wasn't a complete lie, but not 100% true either

You deemed two weeks of wallowing in your sorrows to be more than enough so you pulled out your best acting skills and put that last shaky crumb of confidence at the forefront

Honestly speaking, you did have some help...

"How I got back on my feet? Wow, you really made it sound like I was devastated."

You were, but I digress

"Ok, all you broken-hearted bitches take notes! Those of you who haven't had your heart shattered might wanna jot some down as well. You never know when it'll hit ya."

You saw it coming from miles away but did you adorn any protective gear? HA! No!

But I digress once more, I apologize

"Of course, for everyone it's different. For me, it's always been comedy. Hear me out: If you don't take it seriously, if you don't give it power to hurt you, it won't hurt you. If you wrap the spikes in cotton, they won't puncture your skin. My way of dulling the blade's always been comedy. I grew up watching stand-up comedians, and I still do! But if that's not your cup of tea, I have a few YouTuber suggestions for y'all."

You listed a few of your fellow gamers such as PewDiePie, Jacksepticeye and Markiplier but you dubbed them the ‘obvious’ choices

Moving away from the gamers’ community, you listed the following:

“I came to like reaction channels as well. Not your typical ones, though! I enjoy Kallmekris, I think she’s hilarious. And also Rebal D. I’ve had an on-again-off-again relationship with his channel throughout the years, but he’s one of those YouTubers I can enjoy no matter how long it’s been since I last watched them.“

That prompted many fellow Rebal D fans to proclaim their shared love for him and his content in your chat

It made you smile, but didn’t get you thinking far beyond that point

However, as we all know, it’s only when you stop looking for love that you find it

But it really had to hit you upside the head before you could understand what was happening

Like the way your heat leaped up into your throat when you received a DM from Rebal who’d caught wind of your compliments about his channel

Or the way a smile spread across your face whenever you’d get a message from him anytime after that

Took you seven long months of texting and Facetiming before you met up IRL

And another three months of hopeless pining before he gathered the guts to ask you out on a date

Thankfully, the rest is history

Your relationship with his channel maybe did remain on-again-off-again

But your relationship with him couldn’t have been better

And it gave you one hell of an answer to the widely asked question couples get: ‘How did you two meet?’

In response, you simply say: “Well, he was my home remedy for a breakup. And the rest is (thankfully) history ;)”

#rebal #rebal d #rebal d x reader #rebal d x you #rebal d x y/n #rebal d fanfic #rebal d fanfiction #rebal d headcanons #rebal x reader #rebal x you #rebal x y/n #rebal fanfic #rebal fanfiction #rebal fic #rebal headcanons #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #reader #x reader #request #headcanons

[demcnsinmymind]

most important headcanons/char beats for my blog nav/pinned post and easier understanding

another master post? why?

after working on my blog nav  I’ve realized that my blog is filled to the brim with wordvomits upon wordvomits about Lance and my ideas for him, so I figured that next to my very lengthy headcanon masterlist, I’d make another shorter-ish post with the most important bullet points that I consider essential for possible threads and interactions with the boy.

Two most important headcanons

The lore is somewhat canon divergent on my blog. The building was alive and sentient with an agenda just like in canon, but my most important headcanon is that the entity possessing and distorting it has been H.P. L/ovec/raft’s demonic outer god Azathoth instead of just some nameless invisible thing. (see detailed possession lore and azathoth info)

Azathoth is bound to Lance on a physical and emotional level and it’s the only thing keeping him from turning into this - a severely impaired, insane and numb shell. (more here)

- The cut him being trapped in 1948 plotline is canon on my blog and I will die on this hill because it’s so awesome!!!!!!!!!!!! =(

Lance

- Lance is not a villain character. He’s not a hero either. He is a grey character and very flipfloppy. He can be the most loyal and protective friend, but he can also be the most selfish, vain, outright asshole. He’s very complicated, but I cannot stress it enough that he’s not a bad guy. (Best said by Sean (the actor who plays him) in this gifset. See more detailed HC posts about it here or here or here) Read: there is no need for excessive hostility towards him. When Azathoth’s in charge? Totally fair game. But him? Consider him more of a victim, please.

- Pre-canon, he did not believe in the paranormal. He wasn’t an outright denier, but pretty much a skeptic in need of some serious convincing. So even though he’s making an entire show about ghosts and the paranormal, off camera and out of character, he’ll tell others it’s all bullshit and think they’re bullshitting as well if they start talking about it being real, or reveal that they themselves are in fact supernatural. That is pretty much canon (see more here) Read: Pre-canon, he’ll react surprisingly douchy and somewhat naive to anything involving his own genre. However, a part of him wants to believe, so he’ll need little convincing :)

- Lance has Stockholm’s syndrome and is trauma bonded to the building/thing possessing him aka Azathoth. (See more here) Read: There will be questionable reactions on this blog that might sound defensive of the thing/trauma, might even play it down. But that is on purpose. Not me condoning what happened to him. The opposite. He’ll work his way through this and learn sooner or later that it’s bad to defend it. However, be prepared to see him get angry with the helper instead of the abuser at first, which might be perplexing at first. He’ll need a lot of convincing on that front.

- He’s filled to the brim with charisma and fake friendliness and he does have a silver tongue, but he does not have many friends be that before or after canon, pretty much none post canon after losing his team inside Collingwood and losing 13 years to his ordeal. Read: He’s all talk and no bite. Expect a lot of bitter sarcasm and a lot of pushing back. He isn’t used to the idea of people caring about him. He’ll get there.

- I headcanon him to be aromantic. Couple that with his lack of interest in deep and lasting relationships, and you got someone who is very prone to casual hook ups and what not. He has no interest in anything romantic, and neither will he ever pursue the family/marriage life. (See more here) Read: I won’t write romantic plots. Smut and regular booty calls with very tight friendships behind them are more than fair game, I love them. But there won’t be any exclusive monogamous ships here.

- He’s incredibly guarded. I don’t know the right word/explanation for it and “emotionally unavailable” doesn’t quite match how I portray him, but basically one of the most important aspects about my portrayal of him post canon is that it will take a lot to break down his barriers. It’ll take a lot of patience and time until he starts trusting people, and even more of it until he opens up to them and accepts help. This is due to his obvious trauma, not due to toxic masculinity or the fact that he’s incapable of emotions or empathy. He has a whole palette of both, but he keeps that under very tight wraps. (see more here or here or here) Read: He’ll react like an asshole when it gets down to people offering their help and comfort at first. This is not because he is one and wants to hurt anyone, but because he’s very afraid of being vulnerable and getting hurt. But it is a fact that  he very much wants help and needs help and that you’ll get him there eventually. It just takes some time and trust. Kind of like a kicked wet cat in an alley.

Azathoth

- Azathoth is an it. Please do not refer to it as “he”. It’s a thing that looks and acts like however it wants to be. It is called the nuclear chaos. It is so beyond our human comprehension and most certainly beyond the idea of genders. Read: Azzy isn’t male. It’s a chaotic wildcard. It won’t ever be refered to as “he” by me and I’d very much appreciate it if you kept that in mind =)

- As stated up above, the most important thing to keep in mind is that Azathoth is like a plug in Lance’s brain. If you pull it, he’s a goner. They both know it. Thus, they’ll react harshly and negatively to any attempts of banishing it from his body. (read more here) Read: Unlike most other depictions of possession in media with the possessed being helpless victims horrified by the ordeal and more than grateful to see their possessor gone, Lance won’t react the same way to the prospect of getting rid of it.

- Azathoth is a demonic outer god that was once exiled beyond time and space. It more or less adheres to some of L/ovecraft’s lore and canon, not to any Supernatural or biblical canon. It has no weaknesses and cannot be exorcised. It can only be bound to other buildings/universes/places beyond time or put back to sleep with ancient flutes. (read more here, also see cool videos like this) Read: Azathoth is an overpowered Mary Sue. Please do not assume it can be put in demon traps or hurt with holy water/hex bags and what not. That’ll just get Lance’s clothes wet and dirty and piss the both of them off. Fear not though, I very very rarely write out its OP powers and am more than happy to piss it off.

- It has a lot of cool powers. Though it technically isn’t canon that it’s what did all the things, whatever is possessing Collingwood did do a lot of cool things. See here. Read: Just me wanting to share my fav gifset hehe

#text post #mobile resource

[ariondevereux]

Okayyy, I made my commute to uni interesting by gushing over Phoenix and Maya soo now I have no choice but to tell you about them all (but like, if these ever get annoying, do let me know asdfghjkl!!). There’s a lot soo like wear a seatbelt:

Phoenix x Maya <3:

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cjuw38sNsG_/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- I don’t know about Maya’s dating history before P, but we know that she criticises herself a lot hence why P’s going to for cute notes around for her to find. I imagine that she’d be home alone, just needing to do her own thing and boom! There’s a note that she had no intention of finding — bonus: some are written in French or Dutch and Maya has to translate them (if Maya doesn’t speak those languages)

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/CjnnPz_u-et/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- picnics, low key P’s favourite date idea in like a really pretty chilled meadow or something. P would call her like “hey, can I come pick you up? I have a surprise for you”

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/CjgqxuPP8kk/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- date nights at home work too!

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/CjUgRb3u1pb/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- I know Maya would do a lot to hear all the positive stuff people have to say about her, being in the public eye and having important parents isn’t always fun, but I think at the beginning of the crushing stage for P, they were definitely a silent lover. Definitely recognises all of the little good!! things about Maya that she doesn’t see herself.

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/CifupHHJDS2/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- P will take every opportunity to stick a camera in Maya’s face…moments like this included. Couples that have banter always stay together!

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiCLV1HD3AY/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- I think a P x Maya photoshoot would be goddamn beautiful, and if Maya actually woke Phoenix up at 4:30am, he’d jokingly say “I’m so tired, these photos better be worth it.” and they are.

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/CVyENv5I80D/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- self-explanatory. I wrote a whole drabble about this for Valentine’s Day earlier on in the year and I think it’s the only piece of work that I’m proud of asdfghjkl.

Angst time!!: so, y’know the whole, ‘my friends wanted to kill you, I didn’t, they obviously didn’t go through with it but I kept it from you’??? So, yeah, that whole fiasco — I imagine P and Maya going through a whole downward spiral individually without the other actually knowing. Cool, calm & collected P is definitely rattled & it’s weird because…even though they gave their all in past relationships they’ve never felt this…lost and somewhat broken. So now with the girl that they’re not even with and P’s spiralling…yeah, they’d feel a little fucked up…and magic spells just wouldn’t come off like they normally do, like that’s how fucked they’d be.

Okay, brotp but for P and Kirsten. Last hc, it relates to the angst, so you know the Golden au where you said that Phoenix would be Kirsten’s closest friend: so I imagine P going to Kirsten like “I really hate that I hurt her.” And P wouldn’t want to chat about it with B because a whole load of emotions for them to deal with and B didn’t tell Maya either. P wouldn’t want to talk to A and K about it because he’s low-key pissed off at them both so yup, Kirsten it is (in an au where the whole killing thing was never suggested or she forgave B). So, yup, I’d imagine that friendship would be a lot stronger afterwards.

I said last one for the last one, but I needed a brotp for Maya and Kaidan because in denial idiots have to stick together. Post the whole killing idea, I imagine K and Maya chilling one night and they have like…a huge heart to heart. Like didn’t expect to have it, it just happened and then K goes “come on, rich kid, you are one of the best things that happened to me.”

Hope you enjoyed my word vomit. Ilysm <3

THE WAY THESE THREW ME IN A ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS

FIRST HEADCANON IN AND IM ALREADY CRYING SCREAMIJG THROWING UP DONT MAKE ME FALL DEEPER IN LOVE WITH P 😭😭😭 no cause maya would keep every single one of those notes :((( she would be so giddy every time she rereads them and pls when phoenix is away like he needs to meet the team for a bit, by the time she comes across the third note, she starts to go on a little hunt for more notes and she’ll text phoenix live updates like “four post-its down, how many more to go?” and i just KNOW in my heart phoenix will immediately reply like he’s been waiting for it saying “that’s a secret ;)” and a few minutes later maya will send another text: “found another one! i love u so much <3” “i love you too. keep looking :)” and etc and they’ll both be giggling at their phones and UGH GOD l I FEEL SO SINGLE

AND THE CHILL DATES OMG LISTEN one of the things that maya absolutely loves about being with phoenix is the simplicity of their relationship. her whole life revolved around her family’s money, status, etc and her parents did very little to boost her self-esteem as just maya and not maya quimby. so she always thought her worth was tied to being rich—which is also why she flaunts her expensive things. and then phoenix swoops in sweeping her off her feet and takes her on these not too fancy lowkey dates like library and museum dates or picnics and coffee dates or at home dates or bike rides and flower shopping and she’s never felt more valued. like maya just feels like the luckiest girl in the world having phoenix love her so immensely for who she is and sometimes she still feels so undeserving

also. maya can’t cook. that tumblr post that says smth like “you cook while i sit on the counter” etc is literally about her so after the date where phoenix did all the cooking, she would lowkey feel bad so she’d most likely beg her personal chef to teach her how to cook and it would be so obvious to everyone in the house especially walter that she’s suddenly acting like this because there’s this guy….. 🤭

oh and i don’t think i ever mentioned this but maya’s close to walter he’s one of the very few reasons she’s grateful for in her life <3

ANYWAYS SILENT LOVER P!!!!!! i’m this🤏🏼 close to shipping myself with p fr 😖😖 no cause like pre relationship stage where they very clearly like each other and their feelings are no longer just a crush, maya will definitely ask phoenix “why me?” and LORDDDD i just know how prepared he is to answer that. i need him right now i’m so in love with him

AND PLEASE the camera headcanon is so funny to me because maya will 100% try to snatch the camera from phoenix so she can delete the pictures but she’s only 5’ so phoenix just has to raise the camera above his head and it’s already out of her reach 😭😭😭 a little pro tip for phoenix: just steal a kiss on her forehead, nose or lips and she’ll let him keep the pictures. “but if you show it to anyone i will strangle you” -maya

thinking about them doing a photoshoot in time for the sunrise…….. and because they both have light blonde hair and striking blue eyes, when the sunlight hits them they would look like ANGELS 🥹🥹🥹 LOMLS THEYD BE THE PRETTIEST

and omg the valentine’s drabble………… let me go check that one 🫣

sigh. okay. the angst part…….. i remember reading this ask for the first time and i was giggling and kicking my feet then i got to the angst hc and my heart SHATTERED

I imagine P and Maya going through a whole downward spiral individually without the other actually knowing

MILA STOPPP AND THE WHOLE MAGIC THING GETTING OUT OF CONTROL NOOOOOOO I DONT WANT THEM TO SPIRAL I DONT WANNA IMAGINE THAT

no cause when phoenix comes to kirsten it would be one of the rare times that kirsten doesn’t have a tinge of softness in her expression. she would be so evidently upset but at the same time she tries to empathize because she’s seen the way he looks at maya and the killing thing was not an easy thing to admit. she can tell phoenix felt trapped between protecting his friends and keeping it from maya :( and please p being pissed off at a and k about it… my heart is not strong enough for this shit

and you didn’t ask for this but speaking of kirsten, my revelation hc for her right now is that she would be too stunned to speak but she would be visibly hurt and confused because she couldn’t come up with anything she might’ve done that made a and k wanna do it to her. when she finally finds it in her to say something, the first thing she does is look at blaze and ask “why didn’t you tell me?”

but yeah. anyways back to maya SKWJJSJS

blaze would be the one she’d be the least mad at so he’d be the one she’d most likely make up with first. so if blaze checks on her from time to time, she’d most definitely check on phoenix through him and when she learns about phoenix not doing well himself, she would feel so conflicted because she couldn’t go through this shit again but at the same time she loves him so much so yeah </3

but also omg kaidan and maya having an unexpected heart to heart. one sarcastic flirt and one snarky rich kid finally breaking down their walls and truly opening up to each other UGH THATS THE GOOD SHIT <3333 kaidan was the first person maya felt like she could be herself around with no reservations so if he told her she’s the one of the best things that ever happened to him maya would LITERALLY cry (again) like full on ugly crying. she would feel so loved and accepted and her sappy ass would be like “pinky promise me no more secrets” and kaidan would roll his eyes but it would be out of affection for her and he would say “pinky promise” HNFGGG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH PLEASE THEYRE EVERYTHING TO ME

MILA THESE COULD NEVER BE ANNOYING IM LITERALLY SMILING FROM EAR TO EAR <3333 no cause your hcs helped me developed my ocs especially kirsten because i was having a hard time trying to figure out her personality then you sent these scenarios and it just started playing in my head how she would deal with certain things ugh THANK YOU my golden girlies and i love you 💞💞

#got tears in my eyes fr #the phoenix brainrot……… 😖💘💘 #mila ✨ #nikka answers #phoenix x maya #brotp: blaze x maya #brotp: kaidan x maya

[luvring]

Since its asra I see👀👀 fluff hc?? Mayhaps fun lil sleepover or travel?? Gens fine too

— travelling with asra (+ sleepover hcs)

note from nia: tfw i read the name asra and my heart goes bADUM BADUM WEE OO WEE OO [squeaky noises while i wipe my glasses] [boi-oi-oi-oing] [train honking] [dogs barking] [wolves howling] [hearts shoot out of my eyes]

asra is like,, the best travel partner you can have

the amount of places he's been, the experience and knowledge, his general personality that makes travelling together fun

he manages to get discounts at a bunch of the places you visit whether it be because he's so charming or he helped the shop owner the last time he was there

learns simple phrases in the local language and teaches you

checks in with you to see if you're tired or you need water/food

has been building a list of places he'd love to take you for years and every time he gets to cross one off he gets excited

likes to leave little trinkets or notes at places to show you were there together

sometimes he'll just walk around places with no goal or map to see what happens . holds your hand so you don't get separated

generally doesn't have a schedule unless he has specific things he wants to do with you. and also because he doesn't know what kind of trouble or scheme you may end up in (again)

that ranges from daring him to walk in a fountain to another heist

will walk off the path or take you through some alley to find a hidden spot that he knows about from word of mouth or his own exploring. they'll always be really cool and/or pretty

always keeps you in mind while picking places to go so he can surprise you and watch you smile :[

he knows all of the little local shops around so you can be together with some peace and quiet

if you fall asleep during the trip he'll stay quiet and glance over at you while smiling, making sure nothing disturbs you

he tries out any local cuisines and goes to any events/festivals happening while you're there

asks the workers about a dish you like so he can try making it himself when you get back

not only while travelling but he's the type of person to see street performers and pull you to dance. i am so sad

he offers a massage when you get back to where you're staying

always manages to find the best rooms with your budget??

gets a room with one bed and acts shocked when he walks in and sees there's only one bed. oh mc there's only one bed i guess we have to share it :// !!! would you prefer the left or right side

loves buying things to remember your trip! ranges from odd trinkets from the local markets, matching accessories, etc

a little modern au!!

his luggage is so bright. probably has a bunch of stickers and a little id attached

has one really long playlist that he'll shuffle so you never know what you'll get but he'll always be humming/singing along

prefers road trips because you can bring faust

also i just can't imagine him on a plane. let him Free

is willing to let you drive but never complains about being the designated driver for you

falls asleep in the passenger seat while still holding your hand

get him a polaroid camera and he'll fill your wall

y'know those things with the cut-out faces you can stand behind. yeah he has a bunch of photos with you doing them

gets one of those caricature portraits done of you guys and faust

buys matching tourist t-shirts to wear with you. i don't care if you don't want to wear it you're Wearing it!!

sorry i. also had ideas for the sleepover . i have no control

if you didn't live with him he'd definitely have a section somewhere in his dresser with clothes for you during a sleepover

won't let you sleep on the floor. at least not alone. so he's either bringing you into bed with him or placing blankets and pillows on the ground next to you

has your favourite snacks and drinks on hand

will watch something new with you but also has all of your favourites collected to rewatch together. does little ratings

stays up as long as you do. will probably start trying to drag you to bed when you're both getting that #latenightloopy vibe or when he sees you getting sleepy

the world is your oyster! playing games, singing karaoke, cooking, building a pillow fort, doing skincare,, anything and everything is possible. whatever makes you happiest

faust is very obviously also taking part in all of this. moves your game pieces around, hanging from asra's neck as you sing, pushing ingredients your way,, she's just a gal!

doing skincare with asra and telling him to stop moving because you're trying to apply a face mask but he can't help but look and smile at you :'/

laying in bed going to sleep and he kisses you goodnight before pulling you closer :'(

makes sure you have breakfast before you need to leave the next day (unless you want to stay . he's also totally okay with that. jsyk. btw.)

#🛒nia.reqs #the arcana #asra alnazar #the arcana headcanons #the arcana fluff #asra headcanons #asra the arcana #asra x reader #i miss him. #he's always there #but i miss him

[horsesandhockeyplayers]

When Life Gives You Lemons -- Part 1

Warnings: Mature content, abuse, rape, eating disorders etc. Some of these things go into a bit of detail. These warnings are relevant to the whole fic not just particular chapters.

Word Count: 4286

Word Count Total: 4286

Author's Note: Barbs and Lemon are back by popular demand! Thank you SO much to @hockeylvr59, @newlibrary, @itisawitchesworld, and Nora, who I can't seem to tag. The rewrite of this fic wouldn't have happened without all of you. Thank you for indulging my impulsivity. All of you can see Mark in action during the upcoming Olympics! Reminder that this fic starts during the summer of 2019. I will be tagging the Avs and Lausanne HC.

Chapter 1

“Ok, can you look at the camera please?”

The flash was blinding and while I appreciated the professional set-up, I couldn’t help but wonder if a nerd named Kevin with a cell phone and a white wall would be more efficient. This seemed excessive and far more painful. I found myself blinking to see if my retinas had detached.

The photographer fiddled with the settings for a moment, “Can we do one of your service dog too? I’d love to make her a little badge for her vest.”

I actually thought that was kind of cute, I doubt Kevin would have been as creative. “Sure,” I agreed, “Come on Daze.” I asked for a sit/stay on the little platform and waved a treat behind the photographer.

“Great, these are so cute,” The photographer declared. “What were your names again?”

I sighed, this was about to be awkward, “Clementine and Daisy.”

She blinked at me, her brain processing the names and trying to figure out who was the flower and who was the fruit. I took pity on her and clarified before she short circuited and smoke began to pour out of her ears, “I’m Clementine and the dog is Daisy.”

She sucked her lips into her mouth and nodded enthusiastically, perhaps to compensate for her previous reaction, “Um ok, give me just a second to get these printed.”

Within a few moments, she had handed us our badges and I had to admit the outcome was a little better than using some random nerd named Kevin with a cellphone. I attached the clip of the badge to the pocket of my jeans and Daisy’s to her service dog vest. I didn’t normally make her wear it, but it was my first day at the job I desperately needed and they had given me a chance despite my need for assistance so I wanted her to look the part.

Sports had always been one of my passions but I didn’t have an athletic bone in my body, so I embraced the rules, the stats, the analysis. Numbers had order and always made sense to me, but I just wasn’t quick enough to be a statistician. However, the very best thing about sports is all the numbers could make sense, but the underdog could still win. There was no way to measure luck, to measure a human being’s ability to dig within their soul to beat the odds. It was this, the human element, that attracted me to sports.

It was only after a nasty divorce, a complete mental breakdown, and facing the stark reality of starting my life over completely with nothing to show for a quarter century on the earth that I decided to go back to school, graduating with a Bachelor’s in Sports Communication.

Before that,I spent a year in and out of hospital psych wards, sedated while they tried to glue my brain back together. When that hell was over, I was forced to move back in with my parents, becoming their dependent again. I also got Daisy, a service dog to help me juggle depression, anxiety, PTSD, and all the medications I had to take in order to return to society as a semi functional person. With Daze’s help, I was able to go back to school and reinvent myself and now here I was, on the farside of 30 and almost human again. Truthfully, I had no idea what “normal” was but I had decided I was going to be it. I was going to be normal.

I was starting my life over from scratch, as a new college graduate old enough to be the parent of some of my classmates and a psych ward veteran who was probably the subject of several academic papers. I am the product of a really shitty emotionally and physically abusive marriage which left me with a slew of partly recovered emotional wounds, but all of that was still better than what I had been, as my therapist was constantly reminding me.

It had taken many strings pulled by my professors and, unfortunately, my father, the head basketball coach for Denver University, for me to get this job. Even then, I wasn’t entirely sure I hadn’t been given it because I checked the affirmative action box for being a disabled woman (double the diversity). And by job, I mean, this was a temporary paid internship gig and if the Avalanche executives liked my content the position would be created and then I could apply. Imposter syndrome was something I struggled with daily and my therapist had invested a great deal of time trying to teach me that it wasn’t nepotism, strings my father pulled in Denver, a hiring percentage, or a variety of other things that got me the job. The Avalanche Organization could have said no. They saw my academic projects and were curious enough to create this internship. It was up to me to keep it.

The makeshift photo studio was in the depths of Pepsi Arena, while Human Resources was several floors up in a part of the building that had windows. Having completed my surprisingly good staff photo with Not Kevin, Daze and I stood directly in front of the elevator ready to make our way up and navigate the next part of the new hire process. I was absentmindedly pressing the UP button as if that would make the car arrive faster when the ding sounded its arrival. I was completely unprepared for anyone to actually be inside the elevator, much less a herd of Avalanche players in full game regalia-- down to the blade covers on their skates.

I barely had time to register the half a ton of boisterous testosterone bearing down on us before Daze darted behind me to avoid being trampled. In surprise, I stepped back and felt one of her little furry paws under my heel. She gave a yelp and my knees buckled to avoid putting my full weight on her little toes.

Before I hit the ground, arms were around me and I found my face pressed firmly against the Avalanche logo covering a hard chest protector. To my credit, I managed to turn my head to avoid a bright red lipstick stain on the fabric of the jersey.

Daze whined as I was righted by the ridiculously strong arms I was wrapped in, and the chest I was pressed against stepped back, putting me squarely in front of my savior and his four compatriots. I blinked for a second as I got my bearings and tried to make my mouth move in a way that wouldn’t haunt me at 3 am a decade from now, but my savior spoke first, his voice quickly snapping me back into reality.

“Whoa, your hair is like… blue.” He sounded like the least intelligent frat boy I had ever come across and my nose wrinkled in distaste as I felt my eye twitch.

It was such an inane response that I forgot I was in front of a bunch of professional athletes, most of whom I watched on a regular basis and all of who could now get me fired on a whim. Now I will be the first to admit I put my foot in my mouth a lot; mostly, because there’s no filter going from my speech center to my mouth and I’m not ashamed to say, working in sports, I often felt like the smartest person in the room. “It’s actually more of a navy, but thanks for the commentary Captain Obvious.”

The four players who were mostly blocked by the pair of broad shoulders and helmet, took an audible step back, and so did the set of pads in front of me which was bad for my IQ. The first thing I noticed were his eyes which were the color of the hazelnut coffee I liked to drink in the morning. My face went slack and I promptly forgot everything I’d ever known, including my own name as I stared into their rich depths.

An accented voice that didn’t seem to be attached to a body floated across my vision, “Is she okay?”

“I think so?” The man standing in front of me waved a hand in front of my face.

Daze whined and I swallowed, the world coming back into focus. My voice sounded far away when I spoke, “I’m fine, we’re both fine.”

The hand that was still gripping my elbow slid up my arm and skimmed my collar bone before the warm palm settled against the curve of my neck. His thumb tilted my head up as those coffee colored eyes stared in my mind, searching, assessing me. It was strangely intimate and I could feel the sensation of his hand on my neck shooting through my body, and I flinched.

This time his voice was low and only for me as he misread the flinch, “Are you sure you’re ok?”

I nodded against his grip begrudgingly, “I’m fine.”

Content that I had averted utter disaster and was going to physically survive this awkward encounter, the other players started walking away, one of them declaring impatiently, “She’s fine, Barbs, what do you think you are? A doctor?”

One player, though, lagged behind. He had a grin on his face like it was Christmas and his birthday all rolled into one; about what exactly he was so excited, though, I was unsure. He pointed a finger gun at me, which was both adorable and dorky as he commented, “Please tell me you work for the team.”

I nodded in confirmation, stating simply, “Yeah, for as long as I don’t fuck up.”

His finger gun turned into an outstretched palm as he reached past my personal body shield for a handshake, foregoing a normal greeting in favor of just saying, “Gabe.”

I nodded passively, “I know who you are, but thanks. I’m Clementine.”

He chuckled before he pressed, “No shit?”

I sighed, “No shit. And this is Daisy, but I just call her Daze.” I tilted my head toward where she was sitting, looking between me and the two men. She wasn’t used to people invading my large bubble of personal space.

The Swede gave a nod to the dog, but didn’t attempt to pet her, “We have to get going, but I *really* hope we see you around, Clementine.”

I cleared my throat as he drug the man with the coffee eyes away, “Just Tine, is fine.”

“Ok, Just Tine,” he mimicked. With that they disappeared down the hall. Gabe was whistling “My Darling Clementine” under his breath with a distinct saunter to his walk despite the skates. I really hated that song.

The elevator had long since closed and I pushed the button to recall it; this time, I had my wits about me and for fear of repeating the previous and unfortunate encounter, I moved to stand to the side of the doors. After only a few seconds, the elevator arrived, and Daze and I entered. I pushed the button for our desired floor and the steel doors were beginning to slide shut, when I heard, “Wait!! Hold it!”

It sounded like a douchey intern-- you know the type, the guy who unfortunately was not cut out for his sport of choice so he went into Sports Management instead. I rolled my eyes and hit the DOOR CLOSE button repeatedly trying my best dumb girl voice, “I’m hitting the button! It’s not working!” This tactic seemed to work right up until four hairy knuckles grabbed the edge of the steel and pulled it open again with what my girly bits registered as an impressive show of strength.

“Oh, hey, Blue Hair,” The voice was familiar now considering I had just heard it a few moments ago, inches from my face. It was him, the man who caught me; he jutted his chin at me and raised his eyebrows when he saw the DOOR CLOSE button illuminated, “Not working huh?” He said jovially, taking zero offense. That irritated me, I meant offense. I meant the most offense.

“Did you fail kindergarten? Because this is a dark blue known commonly as navy. I also have a name and it’s not ‘Blue Hair.’” For as much as I loved sports, I often despised the personalities that played them.

He rocked back on his skates with an amused look on his face but he didn’t push a button, so I assumed he was going to the same floor. At least, I hoped that was the reason and not something more unfortunately, like he wanted to start a conversation. His lips quirked up and his eyebrows lifted, his hazelnut eyes shining with a bit of mirth I simultaneously found irritating and hot. “Great, a name, I’d love to hear it.”

World War Three was currently happening in my body. The girly bits were definitely attracted to the possibility of his boy bits, but a coil of deep loathing of everything this man seemed to be as a person was uncoiling in my belly. I hoped my expression didn’t reveal the fact that I was fantasizing about a murder of crows plucking his beautiful eyes out of his waxy dead skull when I responded flatly, “It’s Tine, your captain and I just had this conversation in front of you.”

“TIne?” He repeated with a skeptical look.

It was difficult to rein in my snappy response and I don’t think I succeeded entirely as I explained, “Yes, Tine. Short for Clementine.”

“Clementine,” he said the word like he was feeling it in his mouth. His beautiful dumb face was arranged in confusion.

“Yes, like the citrus fruit.” My toes dug into my flats and I willed myself to keep looking forward.

Sir DudeFratBoi made a disbelieving noise in the back of his throat before he questioned, “Tine isn’t a name. It’s a part of a fork.” Oh he wasn’t just dumb, he was DUMB.

I was about 1.5 seconds away from having a screaming hysterical meltdown on this asshole, mostly because he was stupid but I was attracted to him against my will. Fortunately, I felt Daze’s wet nose in my palm, grounding me.

I snorted. “Award-winning actress Tyne Daly would disagree.”

“Who? Oh hey! Cool dog.” He knelt down and started petting Daze, who patiently looked up at me.

I had met toddlers that had more restraint than this adult man, “While I can appreciate your proclivity toward dogs, she’s a service dog and she’s working.”

“Proclivity. That a word you use often in everyday conversations?” He stood, cocking his head a little while he looked me over. “You don’t look blind.”

I almost choked on my tongue, “Excuse me?”

“Blind? Dog?” His tone indicated maybe he thought I was a little slow. And no, the irony of the situation did not escape me.

My hands were halfway to my temples to rub them counterclockwise in an effort to calm down before I realized they had moved, and I dropped them firmly to my sides again. Daze put her paw on my thigh, and it served as a distraction that allowed me to redirect the urge to ferally bite his nose right off his stupid face. “I’m not blind. She’s a service dog, not a guide dog.”

He shrugged, which I took as an indication he thought they were the same thing. Mercifully, the elevator came to stop and the doors opened with a ding. One of his arms stretched out past the opening, gesturing for me to go first. I couldn’t tell if he was being chivalrous or still thought I was blind.

I had taken one step out of the elevator before he spoke, his voice tinged with amused skepticism, as he supplied “I’m Mark.”

I turned on my heel and headed toward HR, leaving him and his outstretched hand alone in the elevator while I informed him, “I know.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Watching her walk away, I felt my dick twitch which was amazing, because I was pretty sure I swallowed not only my foot, but my entire leg. She was pretentious and a pain in the ass and probably a bunch of other P words I didn’t even know, but I bet she knew them. The hints of vulnerability underneath her prickly exterior made her intriguing. Of course she was probably prickly, because I was a giant MORON. I had never said so many idiotic things in a row in my life and that was saying something as a professional jock.

My fingers fiddled absently with the mic that was clipped to my collar. I knew the audio from the elevator would be in Landy’s hands by the time I made it back, and there wasn’t much I could do about it. Even so, I took as long as possible grabbing my gloves, but we were shooting promos and at some point, I knew someone would come looking for me.

I heard them before I even rounded the corner of the door, “Dude, YOU ASKED HER IF SHE WAS BLIND.” Josty’s mirth filled the room.

Landy didn’t say anything, he just arched his invisible eyebrows and shook his head like he couldn’t believe one of his players was that stupid.

Comph grinned at his phone and it didn’t dawn on me what he was doing until I heard the telltale *swoop* of a message being sent to the team group text.

“Fuck. Seriously, guys?!” I couldn’t help the fact I was grumbling. I really couldn’t. They were right, I was a massive idiot.

The chirps were endless, and by the time we had finished promo photos, I was in a sour mood.

When the rest of the guys went back to the dressing room, I made my way to the ice. That first stride on a mirrored sheet of ice was always the best and it always felt like coming home after a long trip. It was the beginning of training camp and the rookies were trying to earn themselves a roster spot. A few people still littered the stands after the morning skate, but I didn’t pay them any mind.

I was a few strides into my warm-up when I felt my dick twitch again and I knew she was around. I looked up, scanning the seats for blue, no, NAVY hair. She peeked out from behind a huge lense, corners of her mouth quirked up like she was amused. My dick twitched again, hard enough I tripped over my own skates and sprawled onto the ice. I lay starfished for awhile praying to every god I knew that she didn’t get photographic evidence of that and I decided my dick and I were going to have a conversation about the type of women he should be attracted to. My legs felt like overcooked spaghetti and it was a struggle to stand. When I was finally upright I tried to look casually in her direction; I caught the corner of her smile behind the camera and the situation in my jock became serious. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. This entire situation was so unbelievably fucked up.

She turned to leave, and I surprised myself when I heard myself call out, “Hey, Tangerine!”

When she turned back around I could see the wrinkle of annoyance between her eyes. For some odd reason I took that wrinkle as a personal victory. My throat closed again and her eyes rolled before she disappeared into the corridor.

I sincerely hoped no one was around because that entire display from start to finish was a disaster. Tangerine was her name right? It was some kind of fruit.

Normally, I could skate until there was nothing between my ears but white noise and empty space, it wasn’t difficult to achieve, but today every time the creak of the ice tried to free my mind, I felt it drift back to Blue Hair. After an hour, I gave up and headed to the dressing room to change. Everyone was long gone and I was thankful I was spared another round of humiliation from whomever witnessed my pitiful display on the ice and told the boys about it. Everyone would probably know by tomorrow, but that was tomorrow’s problem.

10 minutes later, I was comfortable in some joggers and a tshirt with my equipment bag over my shoulder, waiting for the elevator. When it opened, I felt the corners of my mouth turn up and couldn’t help the words that escaped out of my mouth, “Hey Orange,” I said, as unassumingly as I could manage.

Her lips pursed showing her obvious annoyance, and I definitely had to use all my willpower to control my dick that seemed to develop a mind of his own when she was within 100 yards of me. In hindsight, freeballin’ in the joggers for the drive home was a big mistake.

I leaned in front of her and pushed the button she had already pressed and was lit. The resulting glare earned me the little wrinkle between her eyes I was beginning to covet.

Rocking back on my heels, I stuck my hands in my pockets, hoping to hold down Mark Jr. “So Grapefruit, what are you doing here?”

She took a visible deep breath that lifted her chest and I felt my eyes drop, easily double Ds. Score. “Basically, a year-long interview for a new position. If I’m successful, they will create the position and I will have a chance to apply and if I’m not, they’re going to scrap it and I will float away into oblivion.

That seemed heavy, “No pressure then, eh?”

Her nose wrinkled again and I wondered if she would make the same face if we kissed. Wait. what? However, my thoughts rapidly changed track of their own volition when the elevator suddenly made a horrific screeching noise; one corner dipping causing Clementine to fall into me and then the whole car groaned to a stop.

Catching her as she fell into me was a reflex and I was glad mine were quick as I wrapped my arms around her. The dog splayed all four feet in an effort to keep her balance.

We didn’t move for several seconds and honestly, I was a little surprised she hadn’t flinched or screamed during whatever just happened, because it shook the shit out of me.

My voice cracked like a horny teenager and I cleared my throat before starting again, “Are you ok?”

I couldn’t see her face, but I felt her smile as my voice hit the high note and she nodded her head. The dog whined and Clementine bent to check on her. I loosened my arms and tried to subtly aim my hips in the other direction. She actually smelled like oranges or some shit. Jesus, I was fucked.

Once she had assessed the dog was ok and had murmured whatever she needed to to reassure the dog, she stood again and started digging in her purse. I let my arms drop, but my hand settled on her hip to stabilize her as were now standing at an angle. Totally, not at all because touching her made my fingertips tingle.

“Shit,” she cursed, “I don’t have service in here-- do you? She dropped her phone back in her bag and started to turn toward me. I let go of her hip and dug into my pocket, swiping the screen open, “Nope, I replied, “Zero bars here.”

“It’s 2019, you’d think the tech bros could figure out how to get service in a goddamn elevator.” She bit her lip, though her lipstick had long worn off, they were distracting all the same which is why it took me more than a nanosecond to leap to the next conclusion, “I think I have wi-fi in here though.” I had no idea who to contact in this situation so I shot an imessage off to Landy. Rescuing teammates from awkward situations and potential peril was part of his captainly duties.

He didn’t waste a second responding. You’re stuck in an elevator?

Yeah.

Landy: Anyone with you?

Yeah, that Citrus chick.

Landy: Citrus? You mean Clementine?

Isn’t that an orange? Whatever, yes. That girl.

Landy just sent back a series of emojis and I was in no mood to try to translate his inner 13 year old girl in order to make sense of it.

“I got Landy, he will know who to call.” I informed Clementine before I asked her, “You good?”

She nodded and as a reflex, I squeezed her hip in reassurance. We both stiffened and she took a step away from my hand. I let it drop and flexed my fingers a few times. I suddenly felt like the elevator was 1000 degrees and I leaned back against the wall. If I could stop shoving my foot in my mouth and being awkward as FUCK while I was stuck in an enclosed space with this woman, that sure would be cool.

Dropping my bag, I slid down against the wall and stretched out my sore legs. The rookies may be looking to get a shot at the team, but some of us weren’t MacKinnon or Makar and we were fighting to keep our own spots on the roster. I thought I had trained hard all summer, but it was becoming apparent from my aching muscles that I should have trained harder.

Clementine was still standing and looking at her phone, like those service bars would appear like magic.

“Listen, Tangelo, we’re going to be awhile so why don’t you take a seat?”

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