#He complimented Bobby's jokes... :')

[royalarchivist]

Mike: I think I know you from somewhere very distant…

Amzet: Yeah, you know who I am? I do know who you are.

Mike: Bobby! Bobby!!! How are you, how are you Bobby? How long has it been?

Mike reunites with an old friend (in another universe)! :')

[yzzart]

⋆˚࿔ JINU + HUNTR/X!READER. ── HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of twitter, compilation of enimies to lovers, light content.

── word count: 674!

⭑.ᐟ He was just a pretty face. — perhaps, apollonian, charming, delicate. — Only. — There was no way you could start admiring that man, besides, he wasn't everything they keep saying, gossiping about; you weren't a teenager.

⤷ But, damn, in a few moments, you were judging and scolding Zoey, alongside Rumi, for admiring the new, damn, demonic boy band; and right now, you're reveling in the group's leader. — No, you weren't proud of that, not even a little bit.

⭑.ᐟ Jinu was looking for your contact; regardless of whether he could be rejected, snubbed, offended or completely threatened. — Funny, he liked the rude and confusing way you greeted him politely next to the girls. — The boy, demonic and enigmatic, dedicated himself to tormenting you.

⤷ Daring winks, mentioning your name in an interview, flirtatious greetings, or compliments on some song you wrote? — Oh, that man was a stupid curse; you wished you had the chance to kill him. — Mira was begging you to put this plan into action.

⤷ It was ridiculous; Jinu was ridiculous. — The feeling of vulnerability could never taste your chest, however, you knew that his actions made you curious, almost disturbed; it was not out of fear, anguish or lack of security, it would never be that. — After all, you had always been taught to bury those feelings in the tombs of demons.

⭑.ᐟ OH, THE GOSSIP? — Zoey, as always, updated on everything that was being said about HUNTR/X on all social networks; seriously, she was starting to outgrow Bobby. — So, every night, especially during breaks and rests, you all got together to read all the news, tweets.

⤷ And of course, your fans and SAJA BOYS were commenting, almost obsessively, about the amount of interactions that happened between you and Jinu; right, there were many, many tweets. — Photos and some videos of him looking at you, with those soft, venerable eyes, while answering a question from the interviewer or how you were together when it was time for the photo shoot for a magazine; there were many situations.

⤷ On the one hand, you were curious to read all those tweets, posts just out of curiosity about the fans' creativity, just for that. — Ah, a demon with a huntress, what a joke in terrible and horrible taste.

“OH, look at this one!” — Zoey exclaimed, with great enthusiasm, almost spilling her soda on the couch, earning a sigh from Rumi. — “I wish i had thought of that one before.” — She laughed as she tried to show and tell what the tweet would be; Mira and you looked at each other, not trying to contain your laughter.

“Say it!” — Participating in the excitement, you said to the youngest.

“Okay, okay…” — As she turned the tablet, Zoey showed two photos where you and Jinu were greeting each other; in the first photo, you had bowed and in the second, you stared at each other for a few seconds. — Do you remember this moment? — “Listen, “They look like a couple of divorced parents who still see each other every day because of their child and who are going to fall in love again.”” — She repeated what was written in the post.

“Oh, no…” — Your hand found the small, white pillow, then slapped it against your face, hiding your red, embarrassed cheeks.

⭑.ᐟ He intrigued you; he disturbed you. — There were times when you felt persecuted, but you allowed yourself to be; acting as if you were cat and mouse, or rather, two individuals who were hard to antagonize in any environment. — You swear you couldn't say whether or not you liked maintaining this feeling, a dangerous, forbidden feeling with a creature you knew was cruel.

⤷ Jinu could contemplate, worship your presence; sometimes, you didn't even need to know or fear that he was near. — It was always a mystery. — Likewise, how he enjoyed feeling all your anger, confusion and, perhaps, fascination in singing a part of the song that might — or might not — be for him.

“How can you sleep or live with yourself? a broken soul trapped in a nastiest shell.”

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Erik getting a prince albert piercing and not telling his girl until after he did it

Request: The Campbells have a barbecue for Bobby’s birthday and Erik invites you

Warnings: mention of piercing,

Fell in love with this man the second I saw him on screen. I'm so happy people want to read about him. This is exactly my type

—

Barbecues were a recurrent event at the Campbells. It was a great way of spending time together, and an opportunity for Howard to show off his skills behind the grill. He wouldn’t call himself a grill master, but he definitely was a pro burger-flipper.

You’ve gone to a few barbecues yourself since dating Erik. His family was endearingly chaotic — in the best ways. While the food was cooking, Julia and Erik would go on the trampoline and have a highest jump battle, like they did as children. Each time one of them would take a bad fall, Brenda would threaten to sell the trampoline, but never actually do it. 

Today’s barbecue was special though; it was Bobby’s birthday. Brenda hung a ‘happy birthday’ sign over the sliding door which matched the small bouquet of lavender balloons in the corner. 

You abandoned Julia and went inside to help Erik with the plates and cutlery. He’s been inside for over ten minutes, why was he taking so long? 

‘’Erik?’’ you called out, not seeing him in the kitchen. 

No answers. 

With a frown on your face, you checked the living room before making your way upstairs. The hallway at the top was lined with photos of the Campbells throughout the years, from baby photos to family vacations. You chuckled as you passed the one of  seven years old Erik with a toothless grin. He had fallen off his bike and broke his front teeth the weekend before picture day at school. 

Speaking of Erik, you heard a series of curses coming from his bedroom. You followed the sound and held a chuckle when you found him sitting on his bed, wrapping Bobby’s present with difficulty. 

‘’Need a hand?’’ 

Erik looked up as you entered his room and let out a sigh of frustration. ‘’This is sorcery.’’ He glared at the scotch tape and paper, as if it was their fault. ‘’Can I just put a bow on top and give it to him like that?’’ 

You rolled your eyes, dropping onto the bed beside him. ‘’Or you could admit defeat and let me take over.’’

He pushed the mess of paper toward you. It was ‘your problem’ now. ‘’Be my guest.’’ 

As you started smoothing out the paper, Erik shifted up the bed and flopped back against the pillows, and let a quiet, involuntary groan slip out.

It sounded painful, so you glanced over. “You good, babe?” 

Erik cleared his throat. “Fine.’’ 

‘’Did you hurt yourself fighting with Bobby over the controller again?’’ you asked, used to the Campbell siblings shenanigans. They played hardcore. 

‘’No.’’ The brunet hesitated, then continued. He intended to keep it a secret from you, but he couldn't see himself making up shit for the next four to six weeks. '’I just…I got my dick pierced two days ago. It’s sensitive.’’ 

You were used to Erik coming up with spontaneous body modifications projects and never actually getting them done. A month ago, he really wanted a tattoo of a certain metal band. He even made a sketch on his ipad, but forgot about it and moved to another idea…which he also didn’t get done. 

So when he told you that he got his dick pierced, you didn’t believe him. For one, it sounded extremely painful. And second, he always talked about it as a joke. 

You scoffed, folding a corner of the paper smoothly before taping it down. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not,” he said, deadpan.

You looked up and squinted at him. “Erik, you can’t be serious.” 

That signature shit-eating grin spread across his face. The kind he wore whenever he was about to confess to something absolutely reckless. The one that always meant trouble. 

Suddenly, you were having doubts. 

“Dead serious.'’

He was serious. 

You shook your head, your lower stomach filling up with butterflies. “You’re insane.”

You meant it as a compliment. His recklessness was part of him, and you wouldn’t change it. Even if it made you want to tear his head off sometimes. 

‘’Want me to pull my pants down and show you?” He brought a hand down to his belt buckle, about to undo it, but you stopped him.

‘’Later.’’

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⤷ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby, Gabriel, Lucifer, Crowley.

☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― gender neutral reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧

Affection Type: Protective & Physical Dean shows love through acts of service and physical affection, even if he pretends he's not a softie.

He doesn’t say “I love you” out loud—not often, anyway—but you hear it in the way he wraps an arm around your shoulders when you're walking to the car. He always positions himself between you and danger, even if it’s just a rowdy bar. His hand finds yours under motel covers, rough thumb stroking the back of your palm like it’s the only thing grounding him. He calls you “sweetheart” or “baby,” but only when it’s just the two of you, like the words are sacred.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

Affection Type: Gentle & Verbal Sam shows affection through listening and words of affirmation.

With Sam, it’s in the way he remembers everything you’ve ever told him—from your favorite tea to that obscure book series you liked as a kid. He checks in constantly, not out of paranoia but genuine care. “How are you really doing?” he asks, eyes soft with concern. He holds your face like you’re made of glass, kisses your forehead more than your lips. He tells you he loves you—quietly, sincerely—like it’s a prayer.

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥

Affection Type: Awkward & Deeply Devoted Cas shows love through devotion and trying to understand humanity—through you.

He watches you when you sleep, not in a creepy way, but like he’s studying a piece of art he’ll never fully comprehend. “Your presence is… comforting,” he says one night, voice almost embarrassed. He doesn’t always get the social cues, but he tries—bringing you coffee with the exact amount of sugar you like, because “Dean said humans find that romantic.” When he kisses you, it’s slow and reverent, like he’s memorizing you.

𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲

Affection Type: Grumpy but Golden-Hearted Bobby shows affection through tough love and acts of provision.

“Idjit,” he mutters when you get hurt, but his hands tremble as he wraps your wound. He’ll never say the L-word, but you wake up to breakfast on the table and your car fixed, and you know that’s his version of a love letter. When you’re upset, he sits next to you in silence until you speak, then listens like it’s the most important intel he’s ever gotten. “You’re family,” he says once, low and gruff. You know what he means.

𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

Affection Type: Playful & Surprising Gabriel shows love through humor, gifts, and chaotic affection.

One minute you're arguing about what to watch, the next you’re in Paris eating macarons—because apparently, Netflix arguments call for surprise teleportation. He teases you mercilessly, but never crosses a line. “Can’t take you anywhere without making me fall harder, huh?” he grins. But then there are the quiet nights too, when he dials it all down just to hold your hand in the dark, whispering jokes until you fall asleep smiling.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫

Affection Type: Intense & Possessive Lucifer shows affection with obsessive protection and raw honesty.

Loving you is the one thing that makes him feel even remotely sane. He touches you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, like your existence proves he’s not completely lost. “They think I can’t love,” he says, gaze burning. “But I’d burn down Heaven and Hell for you.” His version of affection is laced with danger, but also unwavering loyalty. You’re his. Not in a controlling way—at least, not when he’s calm. But he’s working on it. For you.

𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐲

Affection Type: Snarky & Strategic Crowley shows love through clever manipulation and unexpected sincerity.

He buys you absurdly expensive gifts and pretends he doesn’t care if you like them—but side-eyes you until you compliment his taste. “Darling, if you ever tell anyone I care, I’ll deny it until Judgment Day.” But then he appears out of nowhere when you're in danger, burning through enemies like they're made of paper. “You matter to me more than you should,” he murmurs one night, hand warm on your back. It’s not romantic fluff. It’s real.

[wendichester]

⋆˙⟡ bobby's niece,

summary. dean might kinda be crushing on you

pairing. dean winchester x bobby's niece!reader

wordcount. 657

Dean Winchester has been in a lot of tough situations—hunting monsters, dodging the law, saving the world once or twice. But nothing quite compares to the absolute mess he’s in now.

Because he’s got a massive crush on Bobby Singer’s niece.

And that? That’s a problem.

Not because Bobby ever said anything directly, but because, well—Dean’s pretty sure if he so much as thought about you in a way Bobby didn’t approve of, the old man would skin him alive and use his ribs for spare parts.

But damn if you don’t make it hard to behave.

You’re staying at Bobby’s for a while, helping out in the salvage yard, flipping through old lore books like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And Dean? He’s dying.

Because every time you laugh, it does something dangerous to his heart. Every time you brush past him, smelling like wildflowers and gasoline, he has to remind himself to breathe.

And the worst part?

You’re completely oblivious.

You flirt without realizing it—throwing casual compliments his way, stealing his flannel when you get cold, resting a hand on his shoulder when you lean over to read something. It’s torture.

And Sam? That smug son of a bitch? He knows.

“You’re pathetic,” Sam mutters one afternoon, watching Dean nearly drop a wrench because you smiled at him.

“Shut up,” Dean hisses back.

But it’s too late. You’re already looking over, curious. “What’s going on?”

Dean clears his throat, straightens up, desperately tries to play it cool. “Nothin’. Just—uh, fixing this carburetor.”

You raise a brow. “That’s a fuel pump.”

Dean curses under his breath.

Sam snorts.

And Bobby, from across the yard, glares.

Yeah. Dean is so screwed.

The night gets worse when Bobby asks Dean to help you carry a box of old lore books inside. Not that carrying books is the problem.

The problem is you.

Inside the house, you set the books down on the table, stretching your arms above your head, letting out a quiet groan that makes Dean’s brain short-circuit.

“God,” you sigh, shaking out your hands. “Bobby really needs to stop hoarding every supernatural book in existence.”

Dean forces himself to look anywhere but at the sliver of skin peeking out when your shirt rides up. “Yeah, well, he’s stubborn.”

You smirk, plopping down on the couch. “Runs in the family.”

Dean opens his mouth—probably to say something cocky, maybe to deflect the fact that his brain is still stuck on how soft you look lounging there—but then you really ruin his life.

You stretch out your legs, nudging his thigh with your foot. “C’mon, Winchester. Sit. I don’t bite.”

Dean hesitates for half a second.

Then he folds.

He sits next to you, keeping a respectable amount of space between you. Because, y’know. Self-control.

You tilt your head, watching him with a little smile. “You’re kinda weird, y’know that?”

Dean blinks. “Excuse me?”

“I dunno.” You shrug. “You’re usually such a flirt, but with me, you get all quiet and weird.”

His throat closes up.

You don’t know.

You really don’t know.

He’s about to throw out some excuse, maybe crack a joke—because God forbid he just confess that he’s stupidly, painfully into you—when Bobby’s voice calls from the other room.

“Dean! Need you out here, boy!”

Dean jumps up way too fast. “Yep! On it!”

You blink up at him. “Uh. You okay?”

“Peachy!” He forces a grin. “See ya, sweetheart.”

And then he flees.

Later that night, Sam finds him nursing a beer in the kitchen.

“You’re an idiot,” Sam says simply.

Dean glares. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

Sam rolls his eyes. “She likes you, dude.”

Dean scoffs, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah, okay.”

“She does,” Sam insists. “And if you weren’t so busy being a dumbass, you’d see it.”

Dean pauses, fingers tightening around the bottle.

No.

No way.

Bobby’s niece wouldn’t be into him.

Would she?

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[ask-everything]

[A scatter of papers are found on the living room floor. They're ripped out of some sort of journal. Each is decorated with glitter, and on each is a photo of one member of the house. Under each photo... something is written.]

[Extremely long post incoming. No joke.]

Abel walks around like he's God's gentlest cowboy, but he'd rather bleed out than let anyone help him with anything. It's exhausting. No one cares.

Airyn thinks silence is power, but it's honestly so pretentious. She just does it because she doesn't have enough of a personality.

Amir delivers compliments like he's doing charity work. He's not nice. He's just emotionally clingy.

Arma acts like any whiff of steam is a blaze and somehow still wonders why everyone's tired of her.

Artt talks like a statue come to life and he still manages to make everything about him. He doesn't love the world. He loves hearing himself talk.

Barry Styles is so obsessed with makeup. It doesn't make him prettier. He's just so fake.

Bathsheba is obsessed with belonging anywhere but the sidelines. Unfortunately, that's where she will always belong.

Beau adventures because she can't accept the fact that she just belongs in the recycling bin.

Ben-Hwa uses sexuality as a shield because they have no other personality besides that. Poor thing.

Betty's warmth shouldn't be mistaken for anything but performance. She puts on a show because she knows no one would love her otherwise.

Beverly is barely a person. She's a distraction in a fancy cocktail glass. And the hangover always hits.

Bobby wants to seem dangerous, but they're not. They're just petty. They're as dangerous as a raccoon digging through trash cans.

Bodhi needs to get it through his head and that nostalgia isn't a personality. It's a filter.

Cabrizzio acts all charming, but it doesn't last. He steals his entire personality from movies because really...he's not that interesting. At all.

Cam is just heartbreak personified with a chip on his shoulder. It's honestly sad. He's like a kicked puppy. Pathetic.

Captain Jacques Pierrot acts like he commands a fleet, but at most it's a paddle boat and a lot of hot air.

Celia runs the house like it's Versailles, but she forgets that even queens can be overthrown. Her head will be in a basket one day.

Chairemi may be a good performer, but that's all she is. She needs to be playing a character because she has no personality otherwise.

Chance hides in fantasy land because his real life isn't interesting enough. He's nothing but a delusional nerd.

Connie fights like it's her one chance to be remembered. She's just broken and irrelevant.

Curt and Rod are a bad joke no one really asked for. It's honestly sad, the way they can't communicate without insulting people. Throwing shade isn't a personality.

D a E mON IS nothing BUT a BuG whO NeeEds to Be SquaSHEd.

Daisuke isn't mysterious. He's emotionally Tupperware. Sealed too tight and somehow still full of leftovers.

Dante is friendly, but it's all a coverup for insecurity. I mean, did you see how oblivious he was to Daisuke. Vom.

Dasha could probably lift the world on her shoulders, but she crumples the moment she gets any kind of attention. Sad, tbh.

Diana's less like Alice and more like wonderland. Disorienting, scary, and probably full of teeth. Go to therapy. Don't rely on everyone else to fix your lack of sense of self.

Dirk needs to learn that laundry day is a basic human necessity, not a holiday. Being dirty all the time is not endearing. It's just kind of gross.

Dishy should be...self explanatory. I'm honestly scared of that...thing.

Dolly assumes everyone likes her for her looks, but I don't think there's enough there to really make that assumption. Modeling doesn't mean you're hot, honey.

Dorian defends friendship so much because he thinks he doesn't deserve love. And honestly, he's right.

Doug is a human car crash. His insults aren't even funny, either. He just makes me kind of sad. Not about myself, but for him. Must be hard existing as something no one likes.

Drysdale is a flirt only because he thinks that the moment he stops being a hoe, all of the attention will shift away from him.

Dunk is so obsessed with sports because he has no personality otherwise. And no, badminton doesn't count as a personality trait.

Eddie is literally so emo. And Volt is just scary dog privilege. Which, is sad, seeing as Volt isn't even that scary.

Fantina doesn't have a personality besides obsessing over others. She steals other people's personalities just because she can't even gain her own.

Farya is so eager to experiment on people. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd knock someone out and cut them open just to study. Little scary.

Florence let's people walk all over her. Literally. She's so spineless, it replaces any semblance of a personality she might have.

Freddy wants to hide it, but it's clear what he really is. A monster. I won't be surprised if someone turns up mauled or something.

Friar Errol...he's been gone for 5 days, and honestly, the house is far better for it.

Gaia talks so much about traveling, but she's never left the house. And she's not even good enough at talking to people to know anything about...well, anywhere.

The Hanks are allergic to reading. Literally. Last time I saw one of them pick up a book, they gagged. Even Hank 2 is a writer...not a reader. And I don't think Hank 4 or Kevin or whatever can even read.

Harper uses her trauma as an excuse to be one of the most toxic people I know. She doesn't have a personality outside of being a bitch.

Hector is insecure for good reason. I can't imagine why anyone would like...that. And the persona he puts up to defend himself is even worse, honestly. That whole stalker thing gets old quick.

Hoove is a great example of why 'I Can Fix Him' doesn't work. His whole thing is being a vacuum. He doesn't want anyone to help him with anything. It's just annoying.

Hero-Hime might not be your stereotypical anime girl, but she's every girl in a sports anime ever. She'll never be the tennistar or... whatever the whole plot of her show is.

Holly won't help herself to the point where it's like she wants to be burnt out and overworked. She's honestly so annoying that I don't really care.

Ronaldini or whatever will never be a real magician. Did you know that he's from Montreal? That's not even like. A mysterious magical place. It's just Canada. French Canada too. Even worse.

Jean Loo is French. Enough said. He's full of crap. Literally.

Jerry...what is there to say that isn't self explanatory? He smells like moth balls, and he looks like them too.

Johnny Splash has made his whole personality being an Elvis rip off, which is honestly sad, seeing as he can't sing at all.

Keith is old as hell and yet has gained 0 wisdom over his years. Plus, that grey hair really doesn't work for him.

Keyes is such a diva, but she really doesn't deserve to be. She's only ever composed one thing, and to be so honest, I lot the plot.

Koa needs to learn that being lazy isn't a personality trait. Neither is sleeping.

Kopi, no one wants to hear you infodump about coffee. Honestly, it's a wonder you're staying in business. Roofbucks is better.

Kristof is far too obsessed with violence. Not everyone wants to battle. Very few people do, actually.

Lady Memoria needs to learn that nostalgia isn't a personality. At least her dog is cute.

Lucinda Lavish is insecure and she makes it everyone else's problem. She always shows up when you want her the least. Which is always.

Luke Nukem's delusions are honestly a little concerning. I'm surprised the house hasn't burned down yet.

Lux is the nastiest skank bitch I have ever met. Do not trust them, they are a fugly cow.

Lyric's writing really isn't anything to write home about. Which is honestly sad, considering they're the spirit of literature or whatever.

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For a detective, Maggie can't even solve the mystery of why no one likes her! Spoiler alert, it's because she's annoying.

Mateo is so selfless, he puts the inanimals before him every time. This also means he's a spineless coward. And boring.

Mikey Transaction may be a good dad, but he was probably a terrible husband, considering Stacy divorced him.

Miranda really has no future in music. Her songs are boring and plain, like everything I've ever hear before.

Mitchell Linn has no credibility as a food critic. He just woke up one day and decided he was important enough to judge others. He's not.

Monique hides, and it's for good reason. Literally no one likes her. And her financial advice is just kind of annoying.

Nightmare isn't even scary. Betty's made her soft. She's just kind of sad.

Parker Bradley's a drug pusher. His acid trips are the only things that make him a semi-bearable person to be around. And the only person he thinks even cares about him doesn't. Bobby just rolled love with you by accident. They don't give a shit about you, babes.

There's a reason Penelope's dates all fail. She's just not that interesting. She has literally no personality.

I don't even know why Phoenecia burns herself out so much. It's not like her fan base even cares that much. They wouldn't mind if she never came back online.

Prissy will never be a real plant. Spoiler alert, girl, manifestation isn't real.

Rainey has a few screws loose, even after she was fixed. She's stuck in the 1920s, and it's honestly annoying.

Rebel is a space duck.

River keeps trying to figure out what her best state is, but really, she's not interesting in any state. She's always boring.

Ronnie may be a goddess, but that doesn't mean she deserves to be worshipped. I can't see why anyone likes her.

The sassy chap isn't even meant to be in the game. Who cares about the devs? Not me.

Scandalabra is so desperate to get into other people's business because he can't accept that he's just kind of boring and gay.

Shelley is right to be so anxious about failing. It's bound to happen eventually.

Sinclaire...where do I even start? He's so unhinged, I don't know whether to be scared or feel pity. Or neither. Because he doesn't matter.

Skips looks like he got stuck in a hot topic and escaped wearing everything. Being an internet dweller isn't a personality trait.

Skylar's only purpose is to make us able to talk to the human. Other than that, she's nothing.

Sophia is bored with her lovers because she herself is just, boring. She has no personality besides being a dominatrix and degrading others.

Stefan is such a hot head because he knows literally no one would care about anything he had to say otherwise. He feels the need to yell because he's just not interesting enough to listen to.

Stella is so obsessed with her MLM because she has literally no prospects otherwise. She should just go back to the retirement home.

Stepford isn't even gold. He's pewter. He's a participation trophy. He should honestly be embarrassed.

Teddy is such a pushover, if someone slapped him in the face he'd apologize and thank them for being such a good friend.

Telly makes TV their whole personality because they know Valdivaflix is leagues better.

Textbox-Chan just isn't that interesting. And her UI is kind of ugly, not gonna lie.

Timothy Timepiece is only obsessed with time because he's so scared of people seeing that he's a pitiful catboy.

Tina is so obsessed with drama because she knows she's boring. At least she's trying to spice herself up. It's not really working.

Tony sings soprano. He also has a huge Napoleon complex because he's so tiny. He has a fragile masculinity that's going to shatter any day now.

I'm going to eat one of the dipodgenes. Just to spite Tydus. She can't protect them. Wasn't that a whole trend a few years ago?

Tyrell will never be a beach towel. He just needs to get over it. No one wants his ass tracking sand into the house anyway.

Vaughn Trapp speaks for himself. He's ugly, and he can't even do his one job right. When was the last time he even caught a rat?

Wall. Wall wall wall wall. Wall.

Washford is a manwhore, and somehow, he feels no shame in it. The only reason he has that whole harem is because he's too insecure to be alone.

Willi will never find a stable job again because she's just, not that good. No one wants to hire someone so judgy and uninteresting.

Winnifred basically dating 10 people and refusing to tell each of them is not only manipulative, but toxic too.

I see right through you, Wyndolyn. You're obsessed with other people's lives because you don't have one of your own.

Zoey doesn't even remember how she died. Which is probably a good thing, seeing as it was definitely too boring.

[rabbidbunwy]

Bobby as a boyfriend headcannon ♡(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)♡

Contents: Bobby x Anon!reader-couple-lovers-affectionate-sweet

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P.s: yey im back,for now, maybe i will just write this and then... idk but enjoy :D

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight @galaxylover46 @prongedmenace

Bobby is the type of boyfriend who is very sweet and romantic, but also loud and chaotic. He loves to shower you with affection and surprises, like leaving sweet messages around your house, buying little presents just because, or suddenly showing up at your workplace with a bouquet of flowers. However, he's also very clingy and possessive, and can get jealous and dramatic when other guys try to flirt with you.

He loves to make grand gestures and sweep you off your feet, but sometimes forgets the little things like calling when he's late. He's the most affectionate and sweet partner. Constantly making sure you feel loved and appreciated. He plans thoughtful dates, from small gestures like leaving a note in your bag or grabbing your favorite snack to surprise trips to your favorite places.

He's also very protective and loyal. He's not the jealous type, but if someone hurts you, he'll defend you fiercely.♡ He's a great listener too. He's patient and open, whether you're venting about a long day or sharing your dreams.

Bobby's also a total goofball. He sings goofy songs, makes terrible jokes, and loves to tease you playfully. He's always up for a laugh and can make you smile even on the worst day. ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

But behind all that silliness, he's deeply romantic. He'll shower you with compliments, send unexpected little presents, and plan surprises big and small - just to see you smile.

Sad .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

When you're sad, Bobby is quick to notice. He picks up on the subtlest cues - maybe it's a quieter tone, a distant gaze, or a lack of your usual laughter. He's always tuned in to your moods.

At first, he'll come closer, gently asking if you're okay. He won't push, but he'll express his concern with soft eyes and a gentle touch, showing that he cares without making you feel obligated to explain.

If you decide to open up, he listens intently, offering comfort without judgment. He'll offer to do little things to make you feel better - like bringing your favorite food, watching a comfort movie, or just offering a long, warm hug.

He's not only there to support you but also to remind you of the brighter side. He'll share positive memories or funny anecdotes, trying to lift your spirits without dismissing your feelings.

But most importantly, Bobby never leaves your side when you're feeling low. He'll stay with you as long as you need him, providing silent company or encouraging words, whichever you prefer.

Physical affection (づ . .)づ:

Bobby is all about physical affection. He's usually the one to initiate hugs and cuddles, especially when he senses that you're feeling down. He'll often come up from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest, burying his face in your hair.

Hugs are Bobby's love language. His arms are always open for a reassuring embrace, a comforting squeeze, or just a warm and tight hug.

When you're sad, his hugs become extra special. He pulls you in close, enveloping you in his warmth, and rests his chin on your shoulder, just holding you tight without a word. He might rub soothing circles on your back or gently stroke your hair.

The embrace communicates his care without words, his presence speaking volumes about his unwavering support for you.

When you try to move while Bobby's hugging you, he'll cling even tighter, almost like a small child not ready to let go.

He might even grumble slightly, a mix of protest and playfulness in his voice. "Hey, where are you going?" Or "But I haven't gotten enough cuddles yet."

He'll cling to you even tighter, his arms wrapped around you like a clingy koala, refusing to let go until he feels his dose of cuddles is complete.

Cuddling is another form of comfort that Bobby excels in. ( ˶´ ᵕ `˶ )

When you're feeling down, he'll suggest cuddling up together - whether it's lying side by side, him wrapping around you, or pulling you onto his lap.

He'll find a comfortable position, pulling a blanket over you, and just holding you close. His arms will be firm and protective, his chest rising and falling with each even breath.

He might occasionally brush his lips against your forehead, leaving a comforting kiss, or whisper soothing words into your ear.

Cuddling on the couch during movie nights is one of his favorite pastimes. He loves to drape an arm over your shoulder or pull you onto his lap, his hand rubbing lazy circles on your leg or stomach.

Kissing (˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶):

Bobby loves to receive little "pepper kisses" from you. They're quick, affectionate pecks on the cheek, forehead, nose, or lips.

When you lean in for a surprise pepper kiss, he'll often chuckle softly, his eyes crinkling with a mix of amusement and joy. He'll tease you playfully that he can't get any work done when you're so adorable.

But he'll then reach over to return the affection, sometimes planting a few kisses along your jawline or playfully grabbing your chin for a quick peck on the lips.

It doesn't take much to turn a single pepper kiss into a series of kisses.

One innocent peck can lead to a playful back-and-forth of soft kisses. Bobby's lips will find their way to your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your forehead, and even the tip of your nose.

As you start to giggle, he might grab you by the waist and pull you closer, his kisses turning into lingering pecks against your jaw before finally finding your lips again, the playful atmosphere shifting to something slightly more charged. ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

Illness ＞ᨓ＜:

When you're sick, Bobby switches from playful partner to caring nurse in an instant. He'll start by making sure you're comfortable - fluffing the pillows, bringing extra blankets, and lowering the lights if you have a headache. He'll take your temperature, bringing medicine or a cold cloth for your forehead if necessary, and make sure you're well-hydrated with water or soothing tea.

But what he really specializes in is nursing cuddles. He'll lie beside you, pulling you close, and gently rubbing your back or playing with your hair.

It's no surprise that Bobby eventually catches whatever you have. He spent so much time being there for you that he ended up getting sick himself.

He initially tries to brush it off, insisting he's fine, but soon enough, his symptoms catch up with him. His usual energy and enthusiasm are replaced by fatigue and a runny nose. Though he tries to hide it, you can tell he's not feeling well. He's quieter than usual, and his coughs give him away.

So it's time to return the favor. You fuss over Bobby just as much as he did when you were sick. You bring him hot tea, warm soup, and a cool, damp cloth for his forehead.

Just like him, you make sure he's comfortable, piling on blankets and adjusting his pillows.He protests weakly, trying to insist he's fine, but you shush him, insisting he needs to rest. You stay by his side, offering comfort and reassurance as he battles through the illness. (づ> v <)づ♡

[urdreamydoodles]

Can you please make an X-Men with a goth reader?? With Logan, Scott, Remy, Rogue, Pietro, etc.

We need more x men that can handle a goth baddie 😭🙏

X-Men x Goth!Reader

How the X-Men react to their gothic s/o

Wrapped in dark elegance, your presence is a mystery, a shadow that moves beside them.

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Bobby Drake, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Laura Kinney & Wade Wilson

Oh my god, thank you for this prompt. I hadn't thought of that yet, and now I'm in love. (And yes, the X-Men need a goth baddie) Hope you like it <3

Logan Howlett aka. Wolverine

- Logan was immediately intrigued by your dark, edgy look. He’s always appreciated individuality, and your gothic style is no exception. There’s a look of quiet admiration in his eyes whenever you’re dressed up in dark attire, heavy eyeliner, and your signature accessories. He finds it a refreshing contrast to his own rugged appearance, and there’s a glint in his eye every time he sees you dressed to the nines in your gothic style.

- Despite his rough-and-tumble nature, Logan has a soft spot for taking care of you when you’re adjusting your outfit or fixing your makeup. He’s rough with his own appearance but becomes surprisingly delicate if you need him to hold a pin, help fasten a corset, or even steady your eyeliner in a moving vehicle. Logan finds a sort of pride in your style and will gruffly mutter about how you don’t need any of it to look “kickass” — though he never actually tells you to change.

- Logan has always been a bit protective, but seeing you in such unique attire intensifies that instinct. Whether you’re out in public or at a party with other mutants, he’s hyper-aware of anyone staring too long or making a comment. Anyone who tries to criticize or judge your appearance will face Logan’s steely glare, and if anyone dares to say something unkind, Logan will growl out a curt, “Watch your mouth.”

- Logan takes you on adventures in the forest, where your aesthetic is at home against dark trees, shadows, and the moonlight casting a pale glow. He notices the way your love of all things dark blends so well with nature, and he’ll sometimes surprise you with gifts like black roses or unique stones that he finds during his travels. There’s an unspoken connection between his wild spirit and your gothic beauty, and he feels that keenly.

- In private, Logan can’t help but be a little captivated by you. When you’re together, he takes a moment to admire you in the shadows, noticing the details in your clothing, jewelry, and makeup. He’ll run his fingers over your darkened nails or twirl a piece of your hair, finding the gothic aesthetic mysterious and alluring. He may be a man of few words, but the way he looks at you says it all.

Remy LeBeau aka. Gambit

- Remy was charmed from the moment he saw your gothic look. He’s always been drawn to unique personalities, and your dark, striking style caught his attention immediately. He’s often complimenting your bold choices and teasingly asks if you’re trying to cast a spell on him with your bewitching look. Every time you add something new to your ensemble, he’s the first to notice and give an enthusiastic approval.

- Remy loves accessorizing and will often gift you trinkets and jewelry that he thinks match your aesthetic. He has an eye for detail and will go out of his way to find vintage rings, unique chokers, or bracelets that fit right into your gothic wardrobe. Sometimes he’ll even joke that he “borrowed” it from a wealthy socialite, adding a bit of thrill to each item he gives you.

- Whenever you’re out together, Remy makes it clear to everyone around that he’s proud to be by your side. He doesn’t mind being the center of attention, and he revels in the way people stare at the two of you together. Your gothic style, paired with his smooth Cajun charm, makes you both an irresistible sight, and he absolutely loves the dramatic effect you create as a couple.

- Remy isn’t shy about getting involved in your look either. He’ll sometimes join you in wearing darker colors, occasionally adding a dark coat or some subtle accessories to match your aesthetic. And whenever you put on darker lipstick or smudged eyeliner, he’s quick to lean in, smirking and saying, “Chere, you tryin’ to make a bad boy outta me?” before sneaking a kiss and smudging your lipstick.

- At the end of the day, Remy loves the way your dark, bold look contrasts with his playful nature. In private moments, he’ll trace his fingers over your jewelry or adjust your lace gloves, smiling in admiration. There’s something about your mysterious beauty that makes him feel even more protective and infatuated, and he’ll often pull you close, murmuring about how he’s got a taste for danger — and you’re exactly his type.

Kurt Wagner aka. Nightcrawler

- Kurt is utterly enchanted by your gothic style. To him, it’s a beautiful form of self-expression, and he admires your ability to embrace it so wholeheartedly. His own appearance has always set him apart, and your willingness to stand out with your unique look makes him feel seen and appreciated. He’ll often tell you how striking you look, calling you his “dark angel.”

- While Kurt’s aesthetic might be different, he secretly loves trying out some gothic-inspired touches when he’s with you. Whether it’s a spiked bracelet, a dark cloak, or even dabbling with black nail polish (after much convincing), he’s open to stepping out of his usual look to match your vibe, finding it fun and endearing to share in your aesthetic.

- Kurt is deeply respectful of your style, and he’s fascinated by the meaning behind the gothic elements you choose. He’ll eagerly ask about your jewelry, your makeup, or why you love dark colors. He listens intently to your answers, often seeing your look as a form of art and self-expression. He sees beauty in everything you do, and that extends deeply to your appearance.

- When you’re both out together, Kurt keeps an arm protectively around you, teleporting you out of crowds if he senses anyone staring too much. He knows how judgmental people can be, and he wants you to feel as comfortable and safe as possible. He’ll often take you on night-time adventures, leaping across rooftops with you in his arms, knowing you’ll love the thrill of the city under moonlight.

- Kurt loves your aesthetic so much that he’s inspired to draw you. When he has free time, you’ll catch him sketching in his notebook, creating little drawings of you in various gothic outfits. He never tells you about it until you find his sketches by accident, blushing furiously when you compliment his work. He’d say shyly, “Vhy wouldn’t I vish to capture such beauty?”

Scott Summers aka. Cyclops

- Scott’s first reaction to your gothic style is one of quiet fascination. As someone who’s usually by the book, he’s intrigued by how unapologetically yourself you are. He’s not exactly one for bold fashion statements, but he admires your confidence and individuality, often finding himself silently captivated by your unique look. He might not say it often, but his lingering glances are unmistakable.

- Scott quickly becomes a bit protective when you’re out in public, especially if people stare or make comments. He’s the type to subtly position himself between you and any potential gawkers, his arm hovering near yours in a quiet but firm show of solidarity. He respects your aesthetic completely, and he doesn’t tolerate any negativity directed your way.

- While Scott may not share your love for gothic fashion, he’ll still make an effort to understand it. He’s the type to do his research and might even surprise you with knowledge about gothic subculture, books, or art. He takes your interests seriously and often engages in thoughtful conversations, eager to understand the things you’re passionate about.

- Although Scott isn’t one for grand gestures, he’s deeply supportive in his own quiet way. He’ll surprise you with thoughtful little gifts—perhaps a book by a gothic author you admire or a vintage item he thinks would suit your style. His love language might be subtle, but he’s always thinking of ways to show his appreciation for the things that make you unique.

- Behind closed doors, Scott’s admiration for your gothic look becomes a little more apparent. He’s endlessly fascinated by the contrast between his own controlled, structured personality and your bold, mysterious beauty. He’ll sometimes run his fingers through your hair, admiring the way it frames your face, and he’ll tell you in his own reserved way just how much he’s in awe of you.

Jean Grey aka. Marvel Girl / Phoenix

- Jean is fascinated by your gothic style and sees it as a beautiful, creative way to express yourself. She finds herself admiring the little details in your attire, the dark layers, intricate jewelry, and the way it all complements your personality. Her curiosity often leads her to ask about your fashion choices, eager to understand what each piece means to you.

- Being empathetic and open-minded, Jean appreciates how you embrace a style that isn’t necessarily “mainstream.” She’ll often compliment you, giving you a gentle smile and reminding you that she loves your unique style. She finds it refreshingly bold and admires how it reflects your inner strength and individuality. Jean occasionally likes to join you in trying out darker makeup or accessories to match your aesthetic, finding the experience fun and bonding.

- Jean’s powers make her sensitive to people’s thoughts, and she’s hyper-aware of the judgmental looks or whispers when you’re both out in public. She’s quick to reassure you telepathically, sending you warm, encouraging thoughts if she senses any discomfort from you. Her presence always feels like a supportive, silent reminder that she’s by your side, and she has a way of making you feel completely understood.

- Sometimes, she’ll surprise you with little gifts that fit your gothic style—a delicate black pendant she found, a book of poetry she thinks you’ll love, or a flower carefully chosen to match your look. Jean’s attentiveness shows in every thoughtful gesture, and she genuinely enjoys finding ways to make you feel cherished and accepted.

- Jean often finds herself captivated by the way your gothic aesthetic contrasts with her own. In private moments, she’ll softly tell you how beautiful and mysterious you look, her gaze filled with admiration. She’ll gently brush a strand of hair from your face, whispering about how she feels lucky to be with someone as unique and bold as you.

Anna Marie aka. Rogue

- Rogue adores your gothic style and finds it incredibly cool. She’s all about breaking the mold, so seeing you embrace a bold, dark aesthetic instantly impresses her. She’s the type to playfully nudge you and say, “You look killer, sugah,” whenever you put together a particularly striking look, and she often asks for style tips to incorporate some gothic elements into her own outfits.

- She loves joining you in shopping trips for gothic clothes and accessories. Rogue has a thing for statement pieces herself, so she’s always on the lookout for something edgy that could match both of your styles. She’s especially drawn to things like dark leather jackets, silver rings, and anything that screams “rebellious”—finding it exciting to shop with someone who has a taste for the unconventional.

- Rogue has a protective streak and won’t stand for anyone disrespecting you or making you feel out of place. If someone stares too long or makes a comment, Rogue has no problem giving them a sharp, intimidating glare. She’s fiercely defensive of your right to express yourself, and she’ll always make sure you feel comfortable and safe being yourself around her.

- Your gothic look and overall vibe sometimes make her feel a bit soft around you, and she loves that. Rogue admires your confidence and how you carry yourself, and she’s grateful for the quiet strength she feels from being with you. Sometimes, when it’s just the two of you, she’ll sit close and tell you how she feels like she’s found a kindred spirit in you—someone who isn’t afraid to stand out.

- In private, Rogue is endlessly affectionate and attentive. She loves taking in all the little details, like how you accessorize or the particular makeup you wear. She’ll sometimes brush her gloved hand across your cheek, marveling at how stunning you look and making you feel like you’re the only person in the world. With you, she can be her true, unfiltered self, and she’s grateful for that.

Erik Lehnsherr aka. Magneto

- Erik is immediately intrigued by your gothic aesthetic. He’s a person of elegance and sophistication, but he appreciates when someone dares to be different. He’ll often give you a thoughtful once-over, his piercing gaze lingering on you in silent admiration. Though he doesn’t say much at first, he finds himself fascinated by your unique look and style.

- Erik’s keen intellect often leads him to inquire about the historical roots of the gothic subculture, and he listens intently as you explain its influences. He sees a lot of strength in your choice to embrace a bold, non-conformist style and has a profound respect for your commitment to your aesthetic. He’ll occasionally surprise you with antique jewelry or rare finds that match your taste, finding a sort of thrill in choosing gifts you’ll treasure.

- When you’re out together, Erik is a silent but powerful presence, always by your side and subtly protective. Anyone who dares look down on you or make a judgmental comment will quickly find themselves on the receiving end of his steely glare. He values self-expression and has no patience for those who would try to undermine yours, making it very clear that he respects you fully and will tolerate no less from others.

- He has a refined appreciation for your style, often drawing parallels between it and his own preference for timeless, dignified looks. In private, he’ll run a hand over a piece of your jewelry or trace his fingers along the intricate details of your clothes, remarking in a low voice about how well it all suits you. He finds your appearance mesmerizing and genuinely enjoys the aura of mystery you bring with you.

- Erik doesn’t often show vulnerability, but with you, he finds himself at ease. He admires how your gothic style reflects resilience, a quality he holds dear, and he sees in you a kindred spirit—a reminder of strength in individuality. When it’s just the two of you, he’ll quietly express how he feels lucky to have found someone who embraces the world with such fierce independence.

Bobby Drake aka. Iceman

- Bobby is absolutely fascinated by your gothic style. As someone who’s always been a bit playful and lighthearted, he finds your dark, brooding aesthetic to be thrillingly different from anything he’s used to. He’ll often tease you affectionately, calling you his “goth queen” or “dark angel” in that playful way only he can pull off, genuinely admiring your commitment to the look.

- He’s endlessly curious about your fashion choices and will often ask questions about the different elements of your style, from the jewelry to the makeup. Bobby isn’t afraid to experiment either—sometimes you’ll catch him jokingly trying on your rings or attempting your dark eyeliner just for laughs. He loves getting you to crack a smile, even if it means looking a little ridiculous himself.

- Bobby is all about hyping you up in public. He finds your look incredibly cool and will proudly show you off whenever you’re together. If people give you weird looks, he’ll throw an arm around your shoulder and declare, “Yeah, that’s my goth babe—jealous?” His lighthearted energy brings a fun dynamic to your relationship, making you feel completely accepted for who you are.

- Despite his own upbeat personality, Bobby finds your gothic aesthetic deeply captivating. He’s fascinated by how well it reflects your personality, and he often jokes about being “entranced” by your dark, mysterious look. Sometimes, he’ll even ask if you could show him a bit more about the gothic subculture, genuinely interested in learning about something that means so much to you.

- In quiet moments, Bobby is surprisingly thoughtful, admiring your makeup or your choice of accessories in a way that’s tender and sincere. He’ll tell you that you look amazing and that he’s lucky to have someone so unique and bold by his side. Beneath all his jokes, there’s a deep respect for your individuality, and he genuinely loves how your gothic aesthetic adds a layer of mystery and allure to your relationship.

Wanda Maximoff aka. The Scarlet Witch

- Wanda is deeply drawn to your gothic aesthetic and feels an immediate kinship with you. She’s familiar with the feeling of being different, of standing apart, so she instantly understands your choice to embrace a darker look. She loves how your style is unapologetically you and finds comfort in how it resonates with the magic and mystery she herself embodies.

- Wanda is genuinely captivated by the intricacies of your look. She’ll admire the subtle details—maybe a delicate, ornate ring or a shadowed makeup look that speaks to your artistry. Sometimes she’ll playfully use her magic to make a small dark aura shimmer around you, a soft, enchanted touch to match your aesthetic. It’s her way of embracing your uniqueness and showing that she appreciates every part of you.

- When you’re both out together, she’s proud to be seen by your side. If people stare or pass judgment, Wanda doesn’t let it affect her. She’ll take your hand and give you a knowing smile, her quiet confidence making you feel fully accepted. Her serene presence has a calming effect, and you know you’re safe with her, free to be yourself without any need to explain or justify.

- Wanda loves sharing her own story with you, talking about the darker aspects of her past and the magic that’s sometimes misunderstood by others. She feels like you understand her struggles and admires how your gothic style speaks to resilience and defiance. Sometimes, she’ll create small magical gifts for you—a necklace that glows faintly with enchantment or a rose that never wilts, gestures to show her affection and appreciation for who you are.

- In private, she’s incredibly gentle and open, drawn to how your darker style balances her sometimes chaotic world. Wanda will often express how much she cherishes you, how your individuality and strength help her feel more grounded. She finds comfort in your presence, and there’s a deep, almost otherworldly bond that connects you both, as if she’s found a piece of herself in you.

Pietro Maximoff aka. Quicksilver

- Pietro is absolutely fascinated by your gothic look and finds it incredibly cool. He’s the type to whistle and tease you, calling you his “gothic queen” or “dark angel” with a big, proud grin. Your style is so different from his fast-paced, casual vibe, and he loves how it sets you apart from everyone else he knows.

- He loves showing you off and finds joy in watching other people’s reactions when they see you two together. Pietro has a protective streak, so if anyone gives you a weird look or mutters a snide comment, he’s quick to shut them down with a snappy comeback. He’s proud of your unique style and makes it known that he wouldn’t want you any other way.

- Pietro’s energy is a fun contrast to your aesthetic, and he often makes it his mission to get you to crack a smile. Whether it’s by jokingly trying on your dark lipstick or attempting your makeup style (usually ending up with eyeliner everywhere), he’s always trying to bring some lightheartedness into your day. He loves that your seriousness balances him out, and he always feels like his life is a bit more exciting with you in it.

- He’s incredibly curious about all things gothic and will often ask questions about your music, style, or favorite bands. Sometimes, he’ll surprise you by blasting one of your favorite gothic rock songs while you’re together, just to show he’s been paying attention. He’s always eager to learn more about what makes you tick and is genuinely interested in understanding the darker elements of your personality.

- In quieter moments, Pietro will tell you how lucky he feels to be with someone who’s so unapologetically themselves. He’s a bit of a show-off, but around you, he’s sincere, openly admiring the depth you bring to his life. He loves the contrast between your mysterious vibe and his vibrant personality, and he feels like you’re his perfect opposite, bringing balance to his world.

Laura Kinney aka. X-23 / Wolverine

- Laura’s first reaction to your gothic style is quiet fascination. She’s not one to comment much on appearances, but she admires how self-assured you seem with your unique look. She respects individuality, and your dark aesthetic quickly becomes something she associates with strength and resilience—a reminder that you’re someone who can stand out and face the world on your own terms.

- She’s very protective of you, especially if you’re out together and encounter anyone who looks down on your style. Laura doesn’t tolerate any disrespect, and if she senses anyone judging you, they’ll get a deadly glare. Your relationship with Laura is based on mutual respect, and she’ll go out of her way to make sure you’re never made to feel lesser because of how you look.

- Laura isn’t one for big gestures, but she shows her affection in small, meaningful ways. If she notices a new accessory or makeup look, she’ll give you a subtle nod of approval or say, “You look nice.” It’s her way of showing that she notices the little things and that she values the care you put into your style. Occasionally, she’ll even ask for your input if she wants to try something different with her look, trusting your judgment.

- Sometimes, Laura’s curiosity gets the better of her, and she’ll sit with you to ask questions about the gothic subculture. She respects that there’s a deeper meaning behind your aesthetic, and learning about your interests helps her feel closer to you. She listens intently, taking in every word with her characteristic seriousness, and it’s clear she appreciates the passion you have for your style.

- When it’s just the two of you, Laura lets her guard down and shows a softer side, often complimenting you in her own way. She’ll tell you that you’re “different from anyone else,” and coming from her, it’s the highest praise. With Laura, you know you’re accepted fully, and she values the unique presence you bring to her life, finding comfort and strength in the dark beauty that defines you.

Wade Wilson aka. Deadpool

- Wade is absolutely thrilled by your gothic style and finds it ridiculously cool. He’s the type to immediately start calling you his “dark and mysterious love,” and he’s not shy about showing you off. He’ll take you anywhere and everywhere, proudly bragging to anyone who’ll listen about how awesome you look. He loves that your aesthetic stands out and often tries to “match” you in his own chaotic way.

- Being Wade, he’s constantly trying to make you laugh, especially since your serious demeanor intrigues him. He’ll crack jokes, do silly impressions, and make exaggerated compliments about how you’re his “queen of darkness.” He’s always trying to get a smile out of you, relishing the challenge of breaking through your stoic exterior, and finds it endlessly amusing when he actually succeeds.

- Wade also loves dressing up to match your gothic look on occasion, though his interpretations are… creative. He’ll try on dark makeup or leather jackets and end up looking like a rock star from the 80s. Despite how outlandish he looks, his attempts are always genuine, and he adores the way your aesthetic complements his unpredictable personality.

- Wade is surprisingly sensitive to how the world judges appearances and takes it personally if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way. He’s fiercely defensive of your right to express yourself and will launch into a full-fledged speech about how amazing you are, shutting down any naysayers with his trademark over-the-top theatrics. With Wade, you know you’ll always be celebrated for exactly who you are.

- In private, Wade will tell you how he admires the confidence and mystery you carry with your style. Beneath his antics, there’s a genuine admiration for your strength and individuality. He’ll hold your hand, make eye contact, and tell you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, adding with a smirk, “Even if you look like you might summon a demon any second.” It’s his way of saying he’s completely smitten, and he loves you just as you are.

[sirxlla]

New Beginnings

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Warnings: 🌸 fluff

Prompt: meeting the 118 for the first time (requested by @camilaguayo6789-blog )

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts. (I know what happened to Bobby, but he will be in my stories forever 🫶🏻)

-With that said, it's all under the cut-

Everyone knows just how important the 118 is to Evan, so it took a long while before he was comfortable, and for sure, he wanted to bring you around there. He had had some bad luck in the past with his exes and bringing them around too early, like Taylor, so when the day came, he was incredibly nervous.

He helped you up into the Jeep after an injury you got at work, thankfully, though you had plenty of time now, while not working, to meet everyone. That had been an issue he'd been working out in his mind for months, timing. He'd rather not have you hurt, but you have time now. Evan knows you don't always wanna be home, so he asked Bobby. Bobby immediately said yes cause he's heard for nearly five months how amazing you are, and he trusts Evan like he's his own son.

Eddie watched Evan help you out of his Jeep and was surprised at how beautiful you were, not that all of Evan's exes were ugly, but your pretty seemed to match Buck. Like you two, look great together in a way none of his exes ever did.

Buck helped you get steady on your crutches; he knows you really don't need the help all the time, but it's just second nature to him. This entire relationship has been like second nature, you move, he moves. He moves, you move, Like you both learned each other so easily.

They whistle and cheer as you come in, they've learned a lot about you cause it's all Buck talks about.

"You didn't tell us she was a model." Hen compliments and teases Buck. Evan guides you to sit on the couch so you don't have to be stuck on your leg for an extended period of time.

"You should hear him gush about you; He doesn't even shut up about you." Hen continues.

"I wish she'd call me." Chim does an impression of Buck to tease him. "Like he wasn't on the phone with you an hour prior."

Bobby comes in the room to see what all the commotion is cause he didn't know when Buck would be bringing you in exactly. He sees you and greets you with a smile and extends his hand for you to shake, which of course you do.

They all treat you like family instantly, joking with you and teasing Buck, all Buck's worries had been for nothing cause you merged in like you'd known them forever.

After a while, Bobby has them disperse to get things done around the station, and he talks to you the way any parent would talk to their child's girlfriend. He really saw Buck as his son and wanted the best for him. He asks you stuff like 'Are you prepared to handle his recklessness, he gets sometimes, and how dedicated to the fire department he is?'

Of course, your responses are all yes when necessary and no when not. Bobby senses your attachment and the way you and Buck move around each other like you two had been together forever. Better than him and either of his wives. You seem to get Buck and his jokes, and both of you seem to flourish in each other's presence, which is something Bobby hadn't ever seen to this degree with Buck's exes.

Overall, it was great, you got the metaphorical stamp of approval from his coworkers, if you could call them that, with how close they are, more like a family. He's happy with you, and they are too.

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[buddierealm]

ʚ MISTAKES NEVER LAST — e. diaz x reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 Wordcount: 5.3k Summary: How long do good things last? Not long enough, probably. Warnings: angst angst angst, mentions of alcohol, this is the pseudocheating chapter, Doug Kendall is his own warning, jealousy, straight up loser4loser A/N: yea i accidentally lit this brick on fire before I threw it, sorry!

On a Sunday morning in mid-November, you wake up to the feeling of being tickled. You can feel a face buried in the crook of your neck, and kisses being planted on the side of your throat, as someone's stubble drags across the skin there. You quickly realize it's Eddie's face, and Eddie's undergrown beard doing all of the tickling. You giggle uncontrollably and squirm in his hold, but his arms around your waist are almost impossible to remove while you're awake, let alone half asleep.

Your eyes slowly open up, as you squint at the rays of sunlight peeking through his curtain. You must've slept over by mistake, something Eddie isn't ever bothered by in the slightest. He's confided in you multiple times that whenever you sleep over it's the best sleep he's had since before his days on active duty.

His fingers inch up your shirt, tickling your stomach. You squeal and you're sure you would've toppled over the bed by now if he hadn't been holding onto you so tightly.

“Eddie!” you yell, still in a fit of laughter, “Please, stop!”

“What'll you give me in return?” he asks, his voice still a little rough with sleep.

“Anything!” you negotiate, still cackling, “Anything, please.”

He finally stops, and plants a messy kiss onto your mouth. You close your eyes and put a hand on his chest, as he swallows up the quiet sounds you make. When he pulls back, he has a winning smile on his lips.

“That was good. Now you owe me 100 more of those and I won't do that ever again,” he teases.

“What? That's entirely too many. And not fair,” you respond.

“You said anything. If you keep whining, I'll ask for more,” he wiggles his eyebrows, trying to convey his innuendo.

You roll your eyes at him, pulling away to sit up, “I don't whine.”

He gets up and picks his shirt off of the floor, pulling it on.

“Mhm, sure you don't,” he comments, making his way into the bathroom.

You throw the first piece of clothing you can find off of the floor at him, but he's already out the door. You quickly realize you've thrown your pants, and sigh because the door is wide open. He walks back into the room, toothbrush in his mouth and then throws the pants at your head.

“Thank you,” you grumble from underneath the fabric.

On the 27th of November, you and Eddie, along with the entire 118, are invited to spend thanksgiving at Athena's, courtesy of one Bobby Nash. You bring both a store-bought cake and a homemade pecan pie, being the overachiever that you are. Eddie just brings a bottle of wine. You call him lazy in the car, and he laughs and threatens to tickle you again. You're on kiss number 27, which means you still owe him 73 until your debt is paid off and you can go back to living without fear.

When you walk in, you greet Athena with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She returns both gladly. She compliments the dessert you brought, and jokes that Eddie should up his game. As you step inside, you greet everyone else, and even though you see them almost every day, this is different. Here, you're faced with the reality of how much of a full life everyone has outside of work. It would've made you incredibly envious before Eddie. But now that you have him and Chris, you can't help but relate. Your life is so, so full, and so much more than just your career with them.

As the night goes on, you begin to feel a little bored. There's very little to talk about when you see these people every day. You know practically everything there is to know about them. But your excitement returns when you get a text from Eddie to come to the bathroom. He's already been there for about three minutes, not to raise suspicion, you assume. So you get up and make your way to the guest bathroom. You knock twice, and he opens the door and pulls you in.

Immediately, he pushes you into the door. His lips crash into yours, and his hands are everywhere. On your hips, up your shirt, trailing the hem of your short skirt. You sigh into his mouth and lean into the long kiss, pulling him closer and delighting in your closeness. You hadn't kissed since that morning, and this was the missing puzzle piece to make your night a little more thrilling. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling the strands free from the gel he uses religiously. He groans into your mouth when you pull him away by it to catch your breath.

“Twenty-eight,” you mutter, through panting breaths.

“Wow. Are you seriously counting down our kisses?” he asks, acting betrayed.

“Don't act like you aren't either. It's why you've been so stingy lately,” you mutter, narrowing your eyes.

“Me? I'm very generous,” he whisper-shouts, “In fact...”

He grabs the sides of your face, while planting what can only be described as a smooch onto your mouth, and then whispers, “Twenty-nine.”

And another, “Thirty,” and another, “Thirty-one.”

“I can count, y'know,” you say in between.

He pays you no mind, and once he's reached Thirty-seven, he pulls back and raises an eyebrow at you.

“See? What about now?”

You grin widely at him, “I'd say you've fallen for my trick. Sooner rather than later, I'll be free of you.”

“Oh, you'll never, ever, be free of me,” he mumbles, leaning in for another kiss, until a loud knocking sound comes from the door.

Eddie puts a hand over your mouth and works to even out his breathing, hoping whoever's at the door will just give up and leave. Little does he know, it's Athena Grant on the other side and she isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

“I know you kids are in there,” she yells through the door.

A few seconds later, she continues, “You better not have sex in my damn bathroom!”

You both laugh out loud at that.

“We'll be right out, 'Thena! Sorry,” you yell back.

You fix yourselves up in the mirror, and then walk out of the bathroom to join everyone else.

That night, you share kiss number 38 as you slow-dance in the middle of the Grants' living room, surrounded by the people you love the most.

For the first time in, well, ever, Eddie is late for his shift. You're not too concerned about it for the first twenty minutes. But then fifty more minutes pass by and you start to panic a little. You know it's kind of irrational, but your mind conjures up every single bad thing that could've happened to him or, God forbid, Chris.

A number of accidents pops up into your mind, every emergency you've ever responded to, and he's at the center of all of them. You start to feel a little stupid and overly sentimental when he walks in a few moments later, muttering apologies to Bobby and running into the locker room to get changed. You sigh in relief and follow him into the locker room.

“Hey,” you greet him.

He can barely look at you, but he greets you back anyway. You frown and put your fingers onto the side of his face, pulling his gaze to yours.

“What's wrong?” you question.

He mutters something about Chris' school and runs off to take a shower before he clocks into his shift. You're left stunned and very curious to know what's been going on. You look at the ground in defeat. There you find a piece of paper that must've fallen from his shoulder bag.

You pick up the paper, and on it you find a document from Christopher's new school dated for yesterday, the 10th of December, and signed by one Shannon Diaz. Diaz? Diaz, Diaz, Diaz. The name replays in your mind so much you aren't even sure it's real anymore. Why would she keep the name? Maybe you're overthinking this, but your mind is reeling with all of the different possibilities of it all.

You sit on the bench in front of his locker, just staring at the piece of paper. When he returns, he's still pulling shirt on. You look up at him with narrowed eyes. You can't believe you're about to ask this.

“Are you still married?” you question furiously.

Eddie looks stunned, frozen in place. Then, he sees the piece of paper in your hands. He sighs and takes it away from you like he could burn it away and you'd magically forget you ever saw it. He rubs his face and looks away.

“Yes? Kind of,” he answers, and your vision grows redder, “It isn't like that.”

“What's it like, then?” you ask.

He doesn't respond. He can't. He isn't sure how he'd be able to tell you any of it.

“Why? Why didn't you tell me? I thought I knew everything there was to know. You told me as much. I told you everything.”

You blink away the tears, “Why?”

He looks up at the ceiling, “Tell you what? Which part? The fact that I'm still married, because she walked out on us or the fact that I've been thinking about getting back with her?”

“You what?!”

You get up from the bench, “Since when, Eddie?”

“Just before Halloween,” he mutters, and you're pretty sure if it wasn't for the adrenaline carrying you through, you'd already have collapsed on the floor.

You can feel your blood boil, your anger simmering, begging to be let out of every pore in your body. As you pass by Eddie to leave, he instinctively grabs your arm. You pull it back so hard, you're pretty sure your wrist might sprain.

“No! You don't touch me, okay? Don't ever touch me again,” you shout, so loud it rebounds off of the walls, creating an echo.

He pulls his hands to rest behind his head, breathing quick and shallow, “Please, just let me explain-”

“Explain?!” you ask, walking closer and getting up in his face, “No, you don't get to explain anything! You know when you should've explained? At halloween, or on our first date, or one of the eleven times I slept over in your home. Or, better yet, that first night, at the bar. Before any of the rest of it, dammit!”

You can feel your voice break and tears well up in your eyes, but you don't back down. You point an accusatory finger in his face. He isn't even looking at you. He's staring at the ceiling with his eyes closed.

Why won't he fight? Why isn't he groveling?

You shake your head and then you're pulled back gently by your shoulders. You can tell it's Hen from the familiar way she comforts you. You have to bite back a sob that bubbles up your throat and threatens to reveal all of the betrayal you're feeling.

“I just thought that…” he begins.

“Do not! Don't think about me, don't talk to me, don't even look in my direction,” you order him, and step away with a finality.

You make quick work of grabbing your bag out of your locker and walking away. Hen follows you and offers to drive you home, which you gladly accept. Your phone flashes with Eddie's name as he calls you a little over ten times before eventually giving up. Hen sits in silence the whole ride home, which is much appreciated. You're not sure you can say another word without completely breaking down.

And once you're home, behind the safety of your own four walls, and surrounded by the insistent memories of him, you do.

Your job's always been difficult. Every second counts as a firefighter. Milliseconds can determine who dies and who lives. It's why you've become so quick on your feet. Being around Eddie right now has ruined your focus and made your job 10 times harder.

No one's going to die, of course, but you're just not all too there most of the time. The team picks up whenever you're slacking off, Hen and Chimney being the most helpful. It's still obvious you aren't doing your best, though.

You're needing to sleep more while on call, your brain takes a little longer to catch up to the emergency situations you face on the daily than before. You hate that he's made you ordinary, at best, at the one thing you've ever felt you're really good at. And that he's completely fine. At least that's what it seems like. He actually might've gotten slightly better at his job, because he's been throwing his all into it lately. He doesn't look any happier, but you're guessing he must be.

It'a all you can think about as you sip on your coffee, at the firehouse's kitchenette island. You have a book laid out in front of you, but the words aren't making any sense. Nothing really is right now, you suppose. People betray each other and boyfriends end up having wives, that's really the only thing you can wrap your mind around right now.

Chimney waves his arms in front of you as you realize you'd been using him as a spot on the wall for your quiet contemplation. Your eyes snap up to finally meet his and then you look back at your book. You can hear him sigh and pull up a high chair to sit beside you. You just hope he isn't here to pity you.

“You need to get over yourself,” he says.

Evidently not.

“Sorry?” you ask.

“You think this whole thing with Eddie's about you,” he whispers, “You're tying it to your self worth and it's slowly killing you.”

You look at him incredulously, your eyes narrowing. You slam your book closed violently and he flinches for a moment.

“What?! Seriously, Chim?” you yell.

“The person I'm dating ends up having a wife, who he's been trying to get back with, and it isn't about me? Who the hell is it about, then?”

Chimney sighs, “Christopher? Eddie? You can't know for sure yet, but I know it isn't about you.”

He sits up straighter and puts a hand on your shoulder, “Look, when Tatiana left and I saw her a few months later, already pregnant, like I was nothing at all, it broke my heart. But then, I realized it wasn't about me. It was about her,” he pauses for a moment, “I know it sounds like I'm breaking up with myself, but hear me out here.”

You nod, and decide to listen in, just to see where he's going with all of this.

“She was always going to leave a guy like me for the guy she settled down with. It doesn't matter if I had jumped up and down, loved her to death, or gotten a rebar stuck in my head, apparently,” he jokes.

You laugh a little, and nod at his statement, trying to grasp what he's trying to say.

“It just probably isn't about you. Hell, maybe it isn't even about Eddie,” he reasons.

“He has a kid, and you know he'll do whatever it takes to keep him happy. I'm sure he's sad it had to come at your expense, but you should try removing yourself from the whole equation. You're worth a lot more than what he did to you. It was just bad timing, kid. I'm sorry.”

You gulp, and take a deep breath, in an attempt not to cry at his words.

“Wow, Chim, you're a very sappy guy,” you tease.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he mutters with a smile, rising from his seat, “Just keep what I said in mind.”

The pity the team feels for you truly rears its head in moments like these. Buck and Chimney insisted up and down that you join them and Maddie at a bar for some drinks. Normally, they'd let it go after the fifth 'no, thank you," but they only became more insistent and annoying. They had to drag you out of your uniform into the dingy bar you were currently entering, not of your own free will.

“The world feels so different now that I'm single again,” Buck comments, as you find a seat at a high-table.

You sit down beside him, strategically leaving an empty seat beside Chimney for Maddie.

“Buck, you've been single for months now,” Chimney notes.

“Yeah. I mean, technically, when your girlfriend disappears for months, the relationship becomes null and void,” you agree.

“Well, it's only circumstantial. I know Abby's been gone for a while, but in my head, we've been together this whole time,” he comments, and you think it's the saddest thing you've ever heard.

You tell him as much. And you're glad he doesn't bring up the whole your-boyfriend-left-you-for-his-wife thing in response. But, you aren't going to be nice to these dickheads who've dragged you out of your comfort zone to come to some disgusting bar and listen to them drag on about their equally sad love lives.

Buck rants about self discovery and staying Buck 2.0, when the waitress comes by. Buck orders two IPAs for himself and Chim, you opt for a margarita, and Chimney adds a glass of chardonnay for Maddie.

“Who's the wine for?” Buck asks.

“Maddie,” Chim clarifies, “She was parking.”

“Uh, you invited my sister?” Buck asks Howie, as he looks in your direction, expecting you to have the same shocked expression on your face.

“You didn't know?” you ask innocently.

“Hi. Sorry I''m late,” Maddie announces, “I don't know why I got on the freeway, I always regret it.”

She puts her bag down and you get up to hug her.

As she leans in for a hug, she whispers into your ear, “I'm so sorry to hear what happened. If you wanna talk, you can always call me. Eddie's a dick.”

You nod in agreement with a smile, and then go back to sit down.

“It's because you are an eternal optimist,” Chimney says to Maddie as she sits down.

“That's true,” she responds.

You listen to them ramble on like a married couple. It makes you think about how you and Eddie were, and that feels like a stab in the heart. So you redirect your focus on calming down Buck from his confused state about the nature of their relationship. If you aren't going to find love yourself, you might as well have a hand in some matchmaking.

You regret thinking that later, though, when Buck ditches you to go talk to Taylor Kelly, and you can hear Maddie and Chimney sing karaoke in the distance. You drink the rest of your margarita and order an Uber for the ride home.

As you stand outside the bar's entrance, your phone in hand with a large map on the screen. When it says '5 minutes away,' you can hear someone walk up behind you. Your instincts tell you to look behind you, and you find a man standing there. He smiles, and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't quite attractive.

He introduces himself as Jason Bailey, and shakes your hand.

“I'm not a stalker or anything like that, I just saw you inside and thought I should tell you I think you're gorgeous,” he says.

You laugh at his compliment, “Yeah, thank you.”

You glance at the floor, and you can feel his eyes follow your own. There's something eerie about him, and you would've walked away by now if he wasn't so charming.

“I was hoping I could grab your number,” he asks.

Any other day, you would've said no, but witnessing everyone fall in love or get lucky but you was a great big cloud to your judgment. Even more than the alcohol you were slightly tipsy on. So, you give him your number. You're sure you won't respond to any of his calls when you're sober, anyway.

The Christmas spirit always dulls your edge. It makes you gentler, more forgiving. It's the one and only reason you decide to stop acting so outwardly bitchy towards Eddie. You figure that since you're going to be working together for the foreseeable future, you should try to be amicable. And, Y'know, forgive and forget.

Christmas is five days away and the LAFD is holding its annual toy drive. The station is decked out with fake presents, a Christmas tree, signs everywhere. Kids are running around, and climbing the firetruck. Buck's also running around for some reason in a Santa hat. He'd put one on your head, too, during your shift. Your shift had ended hours ago, though.

You've decided to stay behind, packing donated toys into boxes to be separated later by yourself and the team. You smile and thank everyone for their graciousness. Eddie comes up to the empty box beside you to begin collecting toys too. He's been obeying your wishes that he not think about, speak to, or even look in your direction. At least when he thinks you don't notice. Like right now, he's definitely staring, but he thinks you can't see him.

When he finally looks away, you turn to look at him. He immediately turns his head to stare into your eyes like he was already just waiting for a sign from you. You smile at him, and he grins back.

“Hi,” you say, but before he can respond someone walks up to his side with a large toy box.

You both turn to look at her. It's a woman, and she's really pretty. She looks completely free. So not tied down by anyone or anything. She exactly the type of person you'd expect live in LA, do yoga every other day, and be childless by 40.

“Shannon,” Eddie says, and you freeze up immediately, like you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

You look down at your box, the toys suddenly becoming very interesting. You try to think about how you're going to sort them out later. Anything to keep your mind off of the woman currently standing in front of the man you were dating less than ten days ago. The woman he's still married to.

“What are you doing here?” he asks tensely.

You try to even out your breathing. You want so badly to be able to tune them out. Or even just walk away, but you can't move a muscle somehow.

“You won't answer my texts or return my calls,” she explains.

It shouldn't make you feel better, but it kind of does.

“This is not the place,” he chastises her.

You take toys from the people too intimidated to approach him now, and put them in your already full box, but you can't manage a smile for them anymore.

Her tone becomes angry, “Maybe it's the perfect place. We can actually have a conversation that doesn't end up with us in bed.”

He grimaces at her, as everyone turns to look at them. Everyone but you, whose eyes are still glued to the toy boxes. You knew it was real, obviously, but hearing it and seeing her makes you want to throw up. You're sure if you weren't so surprised by it all, you'd already be hyperventilating. Your face grows hot as you consider the implications of what she’d just said.

Wow, they’re already sleeping together?

“Follow me,” he utters through gritted teeth.

They walk away and Chim stops pouring people fruit punch to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You look up at him and shake your head. He immediately removes his hand and goes back to what he was doing.

You hate Eddie Diaz, you decide. You hate him a lot. So much for trying to stay amicable.

Going back to ignoring Eddie comes as naturally as breathing to you. It is human instinct to avoid pain, after all. Or at least that's what you're trying to convince yourself. Hating him might be the farthest thing from breathing you've ever had to do.

It's also just objectively difficult to hate someone you have to watch save people on a daily basis. But you manage pretending just fine. And you find you aren't any closer to understanding why he lied to you, so moving on is out of the window.

For now, though, you can focus on getting your groove back, one emergency at a time. Bus accidents are fairly uncommon, and you like exploring new aspects of the job, so this call was a more than needed respite.

You apply a tourniquet on a woman's upper thigh, disinfect her wound, and put her into an ambulance for safe transfer. You also tend to some minor scratches, wounds and sprains. One specific woman with a minor injury on her arm points out a Marine who was riding the bus, as you treat her. She tells you all about how he'd been riding the bus to get to his daughter's performance on time. As you sneak a look at him, you realize why he's still here.

He has blood on his uniform, and has a clearly broken phone in hand. He stayed to help stabilize a citizen, and now he's going to be late to see his daughter. Well, that's just not right. You frown and when the woman thanks you, you step away and walk towards the Bobby, Buck, and Eddie.

“Hey guys, didn't that Marine over there help you with a victim?” you question.

Buck nods, ���Yeah, why?”

“A woman who was on the bus told me he's about to miss seeing his daughter perform at school, because of this whole thing,” you explain.

You turn your gaze to Captain Nash, “I was thinking maybe we could help him out? Y'know, return the favor. What do you think, Cap?”

Eddie looks at you with unbelievable admiration and then turns to Bobby with pleading eyes. Buck follows suit.

“Sure, why not,” he says, and Eddie immediately rushes over to tell the guy.

You jump into the driver's seat of the firetruck, as everyone crams inside. Once you've secured a location, you turn the sirens on and start driving as quickly as possible.

“Better hurry up and get dressed. We're gonna be there before you know it,” Eddie instructs.

You can hear Buck talk about how he's going to be crying and it makes you laugh out loud. In truth, you'll probably be crying too, but no one needs to know that.

Once you reach the theatre, you all run out of the truck, leaving the keys behind with a paramedic who rode with you. Your pace doesn't grow any slower as you make your way inside.

It's completely packed, and a little girl who looks so much like the Marine you drove over is singing into a mic with the voice of an angel. When she spots her father, she gasps, and walks off of the stage with the choir finishing the song for her. They hug, with the spotlight shining down on them, and everyone claps.

You look down to avoid letting anyone catch the tears lining your lashes. Buck does no such thing, though, and wipes his tears off shamelessly. Your head turns to look around at the team with a victorious smile, and you see Eddie's about to cry. You turn away immediately to give him some privacy. And then you can't help but remember the harrowing experiences he'd shared with you that night on your couch.

Like puzzle pieces clicking into place, you finally understand what Chimney meant by what he said before Christmas. 'Maybe it isn't even about Eddie,' he'd said. Maybe it isn't. Maybe it's about making up for lost time. Maybe it's even about forgiving Shannon the same way she forgave him for leaving all those years ago. Did she? She didn't exactly stay, but you have no idea what exactly transpired, so you can't be too harsh in your judgement.

The real Eddie, your Eddie, would do anything for his son. He'd even languish in a loveless marriage just to see him happy and give him a sense of security. He genuinely believes it's the only way he can make up for his errors. You get it. Or you're going to try to.

When Buck and Bobby turn to leave, you instinctively wipe a tear off of Eddie's cheek. He almost sighs at your touch, but decides against it. Then, you grant him a curt yet genuine smile, and turn to walk away.

Eddie was so sure the only thing between you now was bad faith and animosity. Here in the back of a church theatre, though, it feels more like understanding, and maybe even forgiveness.

You're grabbing a bottle of water out of the fire station's fridge when a wolf whistle sounds from behind you. You look back and realize Chimney's whistling at you...? You frown at him deeply, very confused at how he's acting.

“A little birdie told me someone asked for your number at the bar, the night we all went,” he says in a sing-songy voice.

Your eyes dart over to Hen, and you point an accusatory finger at her.

“I told you that in confidence!” you yell.

She shrugs and makes her way to the kitchenette's island to grab an apple out of the fruit bowl. You scowl at her and fold your arms.

“Soo, has this mystery guy called?” Chim asks.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Eddie listening in intently. His shoulders are holding a lot of tension, and his face is set into a frown.

“That's none of your business, Chim,” you inform him, looking away.

“Nope,” Hen responds for you anyway.

The truth is he did. Many times. You just never responded. You aren't ready to be with anyone else. At all. You're glad you hadn't told Hen that part though, because you can actually keep it to yourself.

You're pretty sure you can see Eddie's shoulders relax and his expression turn a bit calmer, but you can't tell if it's delusion, the toll this 24-hour shift is taking on you or reality.

“Oh. Tough luck,” he says, patting your shoulder.

You swat his hand away, “Hey! It isn't like you're killing it with the ladies. You can barely officially ask out the girl you've been dating.”

Hen, Bobby, and Eddie laugh at that, while Buck just grimaces at the mention of his sister dating Chimney.

Someone calls for Chimney from downstairs, announcing that Maddie's here to see him. You smirk at him as he nervously makes his way down.

You all immediately run to the railing of the top floor to watch their interaction. You're standing in between Eddie and Hen when Maddie reveals her divorce papers. Wow. What a way begin a relationship. You're glad they've found each other, lord knows how hard it is to find someone willing to get divorced to be with you.

When they're done talking, you wolf-whistle at them the same way Chim had done for you. You laugh when you notice everyone else is teasing them too.

Then, everyone makes their way downstairs to congratulate them. You and Eddie stay. You stay, because you want to congratulate Chim privately so you can reveal all of the matchmaking you've been doing for him without seeming insane. You're not sure why Eddie stays, though.

His hands still wrapped around the railing so tightly his knuckles turn white, he turns to look at you. It seems he's decided that looking isn't off limits. You sigh and look in his direction, ready to remind him of your blatant opposition to him looking in your direction.

But quickly you realize how close he is. And how much you've missed his eyes, and the admiration that they’re currently filled with. You see in his eyes the potential life you could've had together. Maddie and Chimney are proof that good relationships can start with a divorce. It’s a childish and slightly evil thought, but you can’t help but wish, and hope, and pray he’ll show up with divorce papers at your door one day.

Even though you won't talk to him, your eyes are pleading. For anything. For everything.

When it gets too intense, he looks back downstairs at everyone. You watch him muster up all of his self control and walk away, leaving you there.

A/N: these FREAKS having conversations with their eyes... also did u guys peep the Hamilton reference or not?? pls say yes

[sir-simpsalot]

Bobby x Reader Headcannons (Romantic)

Gender-neutral reader (use of you/They in reference to the reader.) reader is suggested to be a reporter. 

possible TW: Bobbys a little insecure about his weight, cussing, its my first fic so its lowkey asscheeks.

Crush:

-He first realized he had a crush on you when you said something funny and then proceeded to laugh so hard at your own joke that you choked on air

-Literally his thought process: “HaHa that was funny.” “I love seeing them smile.” “My face is warm..” “do I like them?” “HOLY FUCKING SHIT I LIKE THEM FUCK FUCK FUCK-“

-on the outside things aren’t much different from when you were just friends except now he will literally run to open the door for you and answers your texts faster

-But on the Inside?

-This man is a wreck. He makes sure he’s wearing only his best outfits around you, he’s buying you food, he’s giggling and kicking his feet Every time you text him, he’s making up fake scenarios where he impresses you somehow and you fall in love.

-He had a whole plan to confess to you. 

-He was gonna invite you over, watch some movies, do face masks, just relax. Then when you’re all relaxed,  he was gonna say something really romantic like “Hey Reader. Every time I see you my day gets better, just being around you makes me feel lucky, You’re kind, caring, beautiful, amazing, and overall just a wonderful person. I was wondering if you would do me the honors of dating you?”

-Instead, you made eye contact with him and he immediately crumbled into a nervous baby and said “please date me.”

-He was mortified 

-but obviously you said yes

Dating: 

-at the start of you two dating I think he’d be a bit hesitant to initiate any physical affection because he didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or risk you feeling pressured 

-He did compliment you a lot more though (he is the KING of words of affirmation)

-Once you’ve made it very that clear you’re comfortable with it I think he would start holding your hand and hugging you pretty often.

-By the end of the first month of you guys dating he finally asked if he could cuddle with you

-HE GIVE THE BEST CUDDLES

-Your guys first kiss and first I love you happened at the sane time

-you were cuddling and you kissed him on the cheek, then the lips. 

-he was so flustered that he panicked and said “I love you.”

-His Love language is Words of affirmation and physical touch (and sometimes gift giving but mainly the other two)

-Once the girls find out you’re dating they have mixed feelings.

-Zoey’s Obviously excited and asks Bobby a million questions about you.

-Rumi’s a little more cautious since she doesn’t want you hurting Bobby, but overall she’s just happy Bobby’s happy. 

-Mira was the least open. 

-She just really wanted to make sure Bobby was with someone who wasn’t going to hurt him and she made sure you knew that you’d have to answer to her if you did.

-Once she realized you genuinely cared about Bobby and weren’t gonna hurt him she chilled out.

-Bobby takes you and the girls on girls trips at least once a month.

-Sometimes he gets worried that you aren’t really attracted to him and are just with him out of pity

-Koreas beauty standards place a lot of emphasis on being skinny and pale

-he is neither 

-usually all it takes is cuddles, a kiss to the forehead, and a few compliments from you to make him feel better.

-If you’re ever insecure though?

-oh he’s going all out.

-buying you flowers, cuddling, kisses, ranting about how gorgeous you are and how much he loves you…

-One time he made a slideshow with over 1000 things he likes about you.

-Overall Bobby is an Amazing Boyfriend.

(btw even though this account is in a Rp with a Bobby blog where I’m his adopted child this is in NO WAY related. I DO NOT support Minor x Adult or Child x Parent ships in ANY WAY)

[munsonsmixtapes]

Say Don't Go

Evan "Buck" Buckley x fem!reader

summary: tensions rise between you and Buck as you find out that he works for you uncle and he learns you're Bobby's niece, forcing the two of you to make a decision on where your relationship stands

word count: 3k

part one part three part four part five part six

Buck could not believe it. The first woman he was attracted to in months was Bobby’s niece? He really was always getting dealt a shit hand. He was going to ask you out on an official date and bring you flowers and shower you with compliments and make stupid jokes to make the both of you less nervous. He supposed now that it was only a pipe dream. And all because you were related to his boss. 

“Bobby, I didn’t know you had a niece,” Buck spoke up, trying to seem nonchalant, as if he didn’t feel like he was going to throw up. And he did, the idea of running to the restroom sounding real inviting. 

“She’s my sister’s kid,” Bobby replied, pulling you into his side in a protective manner then pointed at the man. “Don’t get any ideas, Buck,” he said with a wink, but the threat seemed very serious. Too bad the ship had already sailed and was on the verge of sinking. 

You eyed Buck and shook your head as if to tell him to not come any closer. You wanted to speak to him about the whole situation, but you couldn’t without everyone noticing that the two of you had disappeared and jumped to their own conclusions. You were going to have to meet on your own time to avoid suspicions. Especially Bobby’s. 

The man had become very protective of you since the day you were born and would continue to do so until he took his last breath. Since your father was never in the picture, he felt the need to step up and be exactly what you needed. He was there for everything: your first steps, helping you ride a bike without training wheels, your first date. Yes, he sat in the back row of the movie theater, watching the two of you like a hawk, making sure the kid didn’t try anything. 

Bobby would not have been happy if he found out that Buck had even looked at you in a flirty manner let alone slept with you. It wasn’t that he didn’t think that Buck wasn’t fit to be your boyfriend, but more like any man wasn’t fit for the role. 

You eyed Buck practically the entire time but tried not to draw attention to yourself as you did it. Tension was rising and you really hoped that no one else could see it. Especially since you were the guest of honor and couldn’t fade into the background like you desperately wanted to. 

“Everyone,” Bobby stood behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders. “This is my niece, y/n. And I expect you all to welcome her as an honorary member of the 118. She’s going to be here for a while. Y/n, this is Hen and her wife Karen,” he pointed to the Black woman who was standing next to Buck. She gave you a hug and you were quick to return it. “And Buck and his sister, Maddie.” You looked at Buck and didn’t miss the look on his face as your eyes glanced at him to look at his sister. His face was white. Almost as if he had seen a ghost. You ignored it for the moment and tried your best to listen to Bobby’s introductions of his team. “And that’s Chimney,” Bobby gestured to the Asian man who was on Buck’s other side. Oh, you so had to hear the backstory about that nickname. “And Eddie and his son, Christopher.” You turned your attention to one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen and a young boy who was using crutches. 

Hugs were all passed around as you were introduced and you all mingled as you sipped on your drinks, waiting for dinner to be ready. You got into a conversation with Maddie about nursing, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to her brother who had been in what looked a deep conversation with Eddie. You couldn’t help but feel like word about your night together was somehow going to get to your uncle and you didn’t even know why you cared so much. You were an adult now and really had no reason to hide to from Bobby. Maybe he’d be a little upset at first, but he’d come around. 

“So, that’s the girl you hooked up with the other night?” Eddie asked, holding back a laugh. It was just too good, almost like the plot of a telanovela he’d watched with Christopher. Of course something like that would have happened to Buck. That sounded exactly like something that would have happened to him. 

“Yes,” Buck nodded. 

“And she’s Bobby’s niece?” All Buck could do was glare at Eddie. It was almost as if he wasn't listening at all. And for once, this was a very serious matter. His life was doomed as he knew it and Eddie was just laughing it off as if it was all just a big joke. And Buck supposed that maybe it was.

“Yes. Weren’t you listening?” He was now on edge, for whatever reason, feeling paranoid that Bobby had been listening even though the man was all the way across the room joking around with Michael.

“Hey, relax," Eddie pat his friend's shoulder. Sometimes Buck just really needed to relax. "I’m just making sure I’m getting the facts right. I can't believe that out of all of the people in Los Angeles that you slept with Bobby's niece. Oh, Chim is gonna get a kick out of this."

Eddie burst into laughter, really getting a kick out of his friend's pain, but he couldn't help it. It was all just too funny to not laugh a little at the unfortunate events of his friend's life. He was just happy that he wasn't in Buck's shoes.

“But you're not gonna tell Chim," he gave Eddie a warning look. "This secret dies with us. And I swear if you tell Bobby-" Both of the men knew that whatever threat came out of Buck's mouth would be empty, but Eddie wanted to know what would have been in store for him if he had broken his promise.

“You’ll do what, Buck?” He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

“I don’t know, but It’ll be bad.”

“Sure, whatever you say, buddy." Eddie gave his shoulder a pat as Bobby had everyone gather around before they all sat down to eat.

“Alright, everyone dinner is served and before we sit, I’d to make a toast,” Bobby spoke up and you could see his eyes getting misty already. “The moment I held you after you were born, I knew that you’d be destined for greatness,” he started and you knew that his speech was going to be a tear jerker just like always. 

“I remember when you were three and insisted on fixing my “wounds” with your little doctor’s kit that I had gotten you for Christmas. You told me that you were going to be a nurse and save lives and look at you now. You graduated nursing school and got a job at your first choice hospital. I’m so proud of you, kiddo. So, if everyone would raise their glasses.” Everyone did as they asked as Bobby raised his own that was filled with soda. “To y/n,” he said. 

“To y/n,” everyone repeated and they all clinked their glasses together before cheering, giving you a round of applause. After the excitement died down, everyone sat down at the table, the only spot available being the one to the left of you that Buck was reluctant to occupy. 

“Oh-“ he said, cutting himself off and everyone was quick to turn to him. To them, it was just the only available seat. To you and Buck, though, it was more than that. If he sat next to you, the awkward tension would only rise and Buck really didn’t want to make it all about him when this was your party. 

“You can sit there, Buck,” Bobby told him. “Y/n doesn’t bite.” Buck’s mind immediately flashed to a couple of nights ago when you had done just that. When you had actually bitten him and been the cause of the healing hickey on his neck. 

“Yeah, Buck,” youpulled the chair out for him to take a seat. “I don’t bite,” you winked, a joke just between the two of you. Buck hesitantly sat next to you, being very obvious unlike you. He might as well have just told the entire table that the two of you had slept together while he was at it. 

“So, y/n,” Hen spoke up. “What’s your position at the hospital?” 

“Labor and delivery,” you told her. You always loved the idea of bringing new life into the world and after doing a few residencies and following nurses around who did just that, you knew that was the career for you. 

“That’s so admirable,” Hen smiled warmly. Just from what Bobby had told her about you, she was sure that you were going to do really well in the medical field. That you were a hard worker and never took no for an answer. “I’m sure you’re going to do great.” 

“Well, thank you. And thank you, Robert, for this amazing celebration,” you gestured to the all of the nurse themed decorations all over the main level of the house and even out on the patio where you were all sitting. 

“That was actually all Athena,” Bobby corrected, feeling like he should’ve let his wife take the credit for all the hard work she put in to make the house look nice. 

“Well, thank you, Athena,” you turned to the woman she nodded enthusiastically, wanting you to know just how much she enjoyed planning the entire thing for you, knowing that it meant a lot to Bobby because of how close he was to you. 

“Of course,” she replied. “It was my absolute pleasure.” 

You looked around at everyone sitting at the table and despite not knowing most of them, you felt but nothing but loved sitting at that table, discussing everything and nothing as you all ate the meal that Bobby prepared for you all. You had felt alone your entire life, only having Scarlett, your mom, and Bobby as your family and now all of the people he had been closest to were welcoming you into their world with open arms, and you couldn’t help but feel more lucky. 

You hesitantly turned to Buck and noticing him picking around his plate, the dish almost full signifying that he hadn’t really eaten anything. And you didn’t blame him. You hadn’t much of an appetite either considering the whole situation and for a second there, you completely had forgotten about him. It seemed that neither of you had the best luck in the dating apartment, so of course, as fate would have it, you couldn’t be together. Or more like shouldn’t considering the whole situation. It would have just been weird and awkward and maybe it would have just been for the best if you just left it at a one night stand. 

Dinner came to a close and by the end of it, you were all sharing funny stories from your careers and just from the one meal you had with them, you knew you were going to enjoy spending more time with them. Maybe if you asked Bobby, you all could have had more meals together like you had heard they did at the 118. You would have really enjoyed that. You were really looking forward to having a real family. 

The members of the 118 all lingered at the door like usual, all hesitant to go back to their homes. All except Buck. He was getting antsy to get the hell out of there and to probably never speak to you again. He could run into a burning building without batting an eye, but when it came to his personal life, all he wanted to do was run away. He absolutely hated confrontation and was going to avoid the inevitable as long as possible.

He looked at you, watching you laugh with his sister and could easily see the three of you getting together for dinner. You'd sit next to him and his hand would reach for yours and you'd give him a warm smile as Maddie looked at the both of you, so happy that her brother had finally real, true love.

The dream quickly faded away as Buck accepted that he was going to let you slip through his fingers. The whole thing was just too complicated and he wasn't going to put you through all of that, especially since you were just getting started with your career. You already had too much on your plate and he didn't think there was enough room for him.

"Right, Buck?" Bobby asked, giving his shoulder a pat and Buck turned to the man in confusion, not even aware that he was even being spoken to.

"I'm sorry, what?" You were still swirling around in his mind even though he was trying hard to focus on what Bobby had been saying.

"You're coming in on time tomorrow, right?" He had still been teasing about him being late a couple of days ago and Buck just rolled his eyes. Now he didn't have a reason to be late anymore and he kind of hated it.

"Yes sir," Buck nodded. "Good night, Bobby."

"Good night, Buck." Bobby gave his shoulder a squeeze and Buck gave you one last look before turning on his heel to head to his jeep.

You watched Buck walk to his vehicle, wondering why he had said goodbye to everyone but you. What, so he found out that you were Bobby's niece and now he was giving you the silent treatment? How was that fair? Maybe everything that happened that night was all part of an act and now he was just showing you his true self.

So maybe that night wasn't as special to you as it was to him. You had even considered asking him out, but now you guessed you had just dogged a bullet. He was just like the other's and at least this one saved you the headache by ghosting you instead of pursuing you only to show no interest in you the entire duration the relationship. You supposed it saved you some tissues knowing who he was from the get go.

One week later

You pulled up to the fire station, feeling anger course through you as you put Scarlett's car in park. You had tried to reach out to Buck multiple times since the party only to be met by nothing but silence. Even if nothing happened between the two of you, you felt like you at least deserved an explanation. Didn't your feelings matter too? Apparently not to him.

So, you decided to show up the one place he couldn't run from so you could have a conversation with him. You weren't sure how you were going to do that with all those people around, but you'd figure things out. You always did.

You marched into the station, scanning the place for Buck and noticed that everyone was surrounding the engine, wiping it down or cleaning the interior. Eddie was the first to spot you and he pointed wordlessly to the other side of the engine, assuming that you were there for Buck.

You rounded the back of the engine and made a beeline for the man, grabbing onto his arm, pulling him somewhere more private, deciding that right by the bathrooms was really the only spot that was as out of sight as you could get. You stopped there and Buck could practically see the flames forming in your eyes because of how angry you were. Women had been mad at him more times than he could count, but never like that. If looks could kill, he definitely would have been dead.

"You're an asshole," you told him, trying your best not to yell. For once, Buck was very aware of the hurt he had caused. And now he was paying for it. With the way you were balling your fists, you looked like you were going to punch him, and for the first time, he was going to take it because he felt like he deserved it.

"Am I?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. Buck didn't know why he was being such a dick, but now he felt like he had stick with it since he had already committed to the role. He honestly wasn't expecting you to show up. The most he ever got was an angry phone call. Perhaps you showing up was a sign that you weren't willing to give up on him like everyone else.

"Yes!" Your voice was a little loud, but you couldn't have cared less. He deserved to know just how angry you were and for once, you didn't care about embarrassing him. That was the least he deserved.

"I had a really nice time with you. You made me feel special. I hadn't slept with anyone in a long time and I trusted you. I trusted you, Evan. And then you find out that Bobby's my uncle and you run? If you didn't want to see me again, the least you could have done was told me. But no, you're nothing but a coward."

Bobby stood on the other side of the wall, listening to the entire thing. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but he had left the restroom just as you and Buck went to block the exit and he couldn't have passed without revealing that he had heard everything and he couldn't have that. At least, not yet. Tension was already high and he didn't want to make it worse.

Bobby didn't know what was worse, hearing that you had slept with Buck, or the fact that he made you cry. So not only did the guy sleep with you, but he also completely ghosted you and hurt your feelings. That was three strikes so Buck was out. At least, for the near future. Just as you were leaving, the sirens went off, signaling that there was a call.

Buck tried to follow you, but Eddie stopped him and Buck watched you leave from over Eddie's shoulder. Eddie turned him around and pushed Buck towards the engine, but Bobby stopped him.

"I'm benching you today, Buck." Maybe it was wrong of him to bring his personal life into work, but nobody was allowed to hurt his little girl. Not even Buck. Especially not Buck.

"Why?" Buck didn't like the assumption his brain was coming to and he really didn't like being benched after being yelled at by a girl he really liked.

"I'm the captain and what I say goes. The dishes really need to be done, so could you take care of that?" With that, Bobby got into the engine and both it and the truck pulled out of the station, leaving Buck with nothing but his thoughts and a sink full of dishes that needed to be done.

[trashremover]

Evan Buckley had always thought of himself as a pretty straightforward guy. He liked fast cars, loud music, and women. That was it. Simple. Straightforward. No complications.

So when Tommy Kinard walked into the firehouse six weeks ago, all tall, broad-shouldered, and blue-eyed, Buck’s first thought had been, Wow, that guy looks like a G.I. Joe action figure. A totally normal, dude-bro thought.

The second thought had been less normal: I wonder what it would feel like to have him look at me like that.

Buck didn’t know what “that” was, exactly, but it kept happening. Tommy would talk to him about a call, or glance his way during a basketball game, and Buck’s brain would short-circuit. The worst part? Buck couldn’t even blame adrenaline for it.

And today, it finally hit him—like a truck, like a ten-car pileup on the freeway, like Bobby’s disappointed face when Buck forgot to check the truck inventory. He wasn’t just thinking about Tommy a lot; he was thinking about Tommy a lot.

It happened mid-lunch. Hen, Chim, Eddie, and Buck were eating in the kitchen when Tommy strolled in, looking stupidly good in a plain black T-shirt and jeans. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, gave everyone a casual nod, and leaned against the counter.

Buck, mid-chew on a sandwich, felt his brain betray him. God, his forearms look amazing. How is that even possible? Who has hot forearms

Hen squinted at him. “You good, Buckaroo? You’ve been chewing that sandwich for about five years.”

“Fine!” Buck practically yelled, swallowing the bite with an audible gulp.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Uh...okay?”

Buck fled the room, muttering something about checking the inventory.

---

“Let me get this straight,” Hen said later, cornering Buck in the locker room. “You have a crush on Tommy?”

“I—what? No!” Buck’s voice cracked, which immediately betrayed him. “I mean, no. Of course not. That’s ridiculous. I’m...straight.”

Hen crossed her arms and leaned against the lockers. “Sure you are, Buck.”

“I am!”

“Uh-huh. So that’s why you’ve been staring at Tommy like a lovesick puppy every time he breathes in your general direction?”

“I don’t—” Buck stopped. He did. Oh God, he did.

Hen smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “You know what? This is going to be fun. I can’t wait to see how you try to deny this while making a fool of yourself in front of him.”

Buck groaned, slumping against the lockers. “Hen, this isn’t funny. What if...what if he realizes?”

Hen shrugged. “Oh, he won’t. Tommy thinks you’re straight. Chim told him.”

“Chim told him?!”

“Yep.” Hen’s smirk widened. “So, uh, good luck convincing him otherwise.”

---

That night, Buck lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was a whirlwind of questions. Was he really into Tommy? Or was it just some weird, temporary thing?

It’s just a phase, he told himself. Like when I was obsessed with pineapple pizza for two months. That went away.

But then he remembered Tommy laughing at one of Chim’s dumb jokes earlier, the way his whole face lit up, and Buck felt his stomach do a stupid little flip.

Nope. This wasn’t a phase. This was something else entirely.

By 2 AM, Buck had spiraled so far that he found himself googling, “How to seduce a man when you’re not gay but you think you might like him?”

The results were...not helpful.

Step 1: Be confident.

Great, I’m confident. I can do this.

Step 2: Compliment him often, but not too much.

Okay, I can say nice things. Like...“Nice arms, bro.” Wait, no, that’s weird. Damn it.

Step 3: Physical touch can help build chemistry.

Right. Totally casual. Like a shoulder pat. Or...I don’t know, leaning against him during movie night? Would that be weird?

By the time his alarm went off a few hours later, Buck had decided on a plan: he was going to be subtle. Just ease into it. Maybe start with some compliments, see how Tommy reacted.

It would be fine. Totally fine.

---

It was not fine.

By 9 AM, Buck had already managed to embarrass himself twice.

First, during morning roll call, when Bobby was assigning roles for the day. Tommy volunteered for a routine inspection, and Buck, for reasons he couldn’t explain, immediately blurted out, “I’ll go with him!”

The entire team turned to stare at him.

Bobby raised an eyebrow. “I was going to assign Eddie, but...sure, Buck. If you’re that enthusiastic about fire extinguisher checks.”

Tommy just shrugged, but Hen was smirking again.

Second, during the actual inspection, Buck tried to compliment Tommy’s skills. What he meant to say was, “You’re really thorough.” What came out was, “You’re, uh...really good with your hands.”

Tommy froze, extinguisher in hand, and gave Buck the most confused look of all time.

“Thanks?” Tommy said slowly.

Buck wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

---

By lunchtime, Buck was ready to give up. He was a disaster. A walking, talking disaster. Subtlety clearly wasn’t his thing, and Tommy probably thought he’d lost his mind.

But then Tommy walked past him in the kitchen, gave him a brief, curious look, and smiled.

Buck’s heart skipped a beat.

Maybe he wasn’t as hopeless as he thought.

[thatonegrimm]

🌆 Weekday Mania Event 1: Ranking

Saja Boys – Best with a Magical Girl Boyfriend (Most to Least Supportive)

Romance – Thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Would beg to be transformed or carried bridal-style. Genuinely loves the sparkles. Jinu – Respects the magical lore immediately. Studies it obsessively and tries to summon a familiar to “match.” Lowkey fanboy. Abby – Doesn’t totally get it but is 100% supportive. Will cheer you on, help build your transformation stage, and cry during your theme song. Mystery – Stares blankly but follows instructions. Thinks it’s all real and possibly dangerous magic. Quietly sews you a matching cape. Baby – Laughs for a full ten minutes, calls you Sailor Babe, and then demands you use your powers to heat his snacks. Secretly impressed but won’t say it.

Most to Least Likely to Fall for “It Tastes Like Cookies” and Lick It

Abby – Instantly licks it with full trust and no hesitation. “Cookies?? I LOVE cookies!!” He’s already halfway through before asking what it was. Baby – Will lick it even faster if you say he can’t. Doubles down once he knows it doesn’t taste like cookies. Romance – Will do it, but with a smug smile like he’s in on the joke. “You better be ready to kiss me if I get poisoned.” Jinu – Asks five questions first but will test it with the tip of his tongue out of curiosity. Immediately regrets it. Mystery – Doesn't respond. Ten minutes later, you find out he did lick it, silently, just to see if you were lying.

Huntrix & Bobby – Most to Least Calm and Confident on First Dates

Rumi – Graceful and self-assured. Acts like she’s done this a million times, even if she’s screaming inside. Bobby – Nervous but smooth. Treats it like a fun job interview and over-preps to make sure you feel relaxed. Zoey – Starts calm, but gets flustered if you compliment her too directly. Overthinks the menu. Mira – Quietly stiff and formal. Accidentally treats it like a contract negotiation.

Saja Boys – Most to Least Likely to Give In to a Reader Who Tries to Adopt Every Animal They See

Abby – Immediately caves. Carries a box of kitten food in his backpack just in case. Helps you name the pigeons. Jinu – Pretends to resist, but his familiars have already bonded with the strays. Starts a shared spreadsheet for feeding schedules. Romance – Tries to set boundaries. Ends up carrying a bunny in his coat “just this once.” Mystery – Doesn’t understand the attachment but never stops you. Looks quietly horrified when he finds a possum in the kitchen. Baby – Staunchly says “no.” Loses all credibility when caught baby-talking to the lizard you “didn’t bring home.”

Most Comfortable Saja Boys with a Touchy-Feely Reader (and Bites)

Romance – Lives for it. Touch him all day. Bite his neck? “Please, harder.” Abby – Thrives on physical affection. Will casually carry you around like it’s nothing. Finds your bites adorable. Baby – Acts annoyed, but curls into your lap like a puppy. Secretly wants more bites but plays it cool. Jinu – Takes time to adjust but starts scheduling cuddle breaks. Is scandalized by the bites… until he starts biting back. Mystery – Freezes every time you touch him, but leans in when he thinks you won’t notice. Bite him and he just goes completely still, unsure if it’s love or war.

Saja Boys – Least to Most Jealous

Mystery – Doesn’t register other people as threats. Doesn’t understand jealousy and assumes people are just being weird. Abby – Knows his worth. Might pout a little but won’t get worked up unless someone touches you. Jinu – Trusts you, but his imagination runs wild. Might get quiet and overthink everything until reassured. Romance – Smiles. Glows. Plots someone’s social downfall the second your eyes linger too long. Baby – Denies he’s jealous. Punches a hole in a cereal box when someone compliments your outfit.

Freaky Friday Body Swap – Most Calm to Most Chaotic

Jinu – Calm. Tries to write a demon research paper about it. Lowkey loves the data. Mystery – Also calm. Refuses to talk, even in your body. Writes “DO NOT LOOK IN MIRRORS” on a Post-it. Romance – Has a crisis about skincare routines and immediately makes a “do not kiss anyone” rule. Abby – Nervous but trying his best. Hugs everyone until they feel better. Baby – Immediately screams. Tries to fight himself in the mirror. Breaks something expensive.

Huntrix & Bobby – Most Likely to Do Something Spontaneous (+ What They’d Do)

Zoey – Most impulsive. Will book same-day flights to Busan to chase “a vibe” or do beach karaoke at 2am. Bobby – Loves spontaneous fun. Will rent a food truck and pretend it’s yours for a day just for laughs. Rumi – Surprisingly chaotic when she cracks. Might sneak into a closed museum just to say she’s done it. Mira – Least spontaneous. Once changed brands of tea and spiraled for a week.

M-List

[watchyourbuck]

I really wanted to NOT analyze this scene bc it’s been done so many times but I’m a public menace, so

Buck and Eddie and Chris are at Buck’s loft, after a mission and a less than pleasant conversation w Bobby, and here are my thoughts:

We see Buck (who’s upset), cooking for Chris and Eddie, when — in the whole arc —, we never see him cook for Taylor (or Ali, or really, anyone else but the 118).

Recently therapied™️ Eddie doesn’t give a flying fuck about being interim captain, but has enough eyes to see Buck does. His voice softens, and he gives him foot to discuss his own feelings without hiding them bc Eddie doesn’t share them. (Bonus points bc he makes the same face he made after the lawsuit, in THE Kitchen Scene, when he tells Buck ‘not to beat himself up about it.’).

“Lucy is great– whatever-,” Buck says absentmindedly, and we get a glimpse of Eddie’s smug little face. It kind of implies he knows about the kiss, but opts to say nothing. He did, in fact, cheat on Taylor (and Chris is in the room). But the grin falls a little. Maybe he’s not so nonchalant about it, after all. Or maybe, he knows they (she and Buck) never stood a chance. He looks – relieved, almost.

Eddie feels comfortable enough to keep actually playing with his kid. Enough to win, actually. He doesn’t feel that comfortable at his parent’s house (5x17).

Buck keeps talking about this, and even if he acts like he doesn’t care (and Eddie has dealt with that sarcastic-coping-mechanism-tone Buck does one too many times), he’s visibly angry, so Eddie changes the subject. “What are you offering?”

“Right now? Bobby’s famous lasagna.” Okay, this doesn’t scream ‘I’m cooking you my family recipes’ to anyone else?

Then we have The Diaz’ compliments, which not only sound genuine, but make Buck grin. Like he did something right. Besides, it took him ‘three tries to get it right.’ Interesting, when other in the show has Buck not given up immediately after something doesn’t go his way? Surely, this had to be something he was very keen on achieving, cuz he barely cooks for himself.

Chris’ little ‘you don’t even have a couch’ is very funny to me. Because he’s a kid and he’s joking, or being smart. But Chris isn’t my focus here, it’s Eddie’s reaction. We do know kids absorb what their parents feel and say, right? Eddie laughs, so he must think alike. He looks almost drunk — all flushed cheeks, big smile, squinted eyes.

“My last two couches came with girlfriends” and the IMMEDIATE correction Eddie makes. We know Buck is at his most comfortable with the Diaz boys, so we know he’s not putting on a show. What he says – he means. Of the heart speaks the mouth. That’s how he feels about his past relationships, not the correction Eddie makes. (And if you may let me be annoying here, it’s kinda interesting, the correction. It sounds almost – hopeful. Eddie knows it’s supposed to be the way he corrects him to be, but in a way, he corrects him just to guarantee himself that that’s not what Buck meant ((and it’s not.)).

The way that Buck stops, stares and then plunges down on the chair. ‘Right,’ he thinks, ‘the girlfriends came with couches.’ Again, NOT his initial thought. He hides behind a grin.

Eddie is not careful mentioning Taylor. Buck isn’t heartbroken. He even mentions her in Chris’ presence, and we know by history they’ve always been careful. (If you ask me, that’s the reason they didn’t hook up after the ‘you wanna go for the title?’ scene).

“Maybe I don’t wanna pick the wrong couch again.” Please stay here for a second. In all objectivity we’re talking about furniture…, right? This is a three-street conversation, because Chris added himself to it, yet Buck won’t look at him. He looks at Eddie, very intently. As if… as if he’s saying something different with his words. Huh, whatever could he mean? (Faint whispers of: ‘your couch, you, I wanna pick you, I wanna pick you, pick me, too.’) And then Eddie, who is Oblivious Firefighter of the Year (awarded) brings the conversation down again to the actual topic, and Buck deflates, like his balloon has been popped. His eyes literally stop glimmering.

So, is this a conversation two best friends who are comfortable in that title would have?

[kerink]

okay, i finished the book of bill and i wasn't going to make this post because i was sure someone already had, but i was asked to make it anyway so here we go. my compilation of the billford content:

SONGS

three songs have been identified in relation to bill and ford:

the first is "we'll meet again" by vera lynn, which is about the singer wishing well to the listener before they travel, and promising to return home to them soon. this song comes up twice, first when bill sang it to ford in the fearamid and then again at the start of the book of bill, where ford says he still gets it stuck in his head upon waking up, giving the impression they both are singing it to each other at different points.

the second is a 1960s song by james and bobby; when you search this, the first song that comes up is "i'm your puppet." the meaning of this song is really straightforward, especially within the context of these two, but you can read this if you'd like. i believe this is the song ford is whistling in his dream before he's confronted by bill's previous victims. during this scene, he's sitting in a birch tree clearing (the tree commonly associated with bill) and sketching a yellow meadowlark.

as an aside, something interesting about the meadowlark is that its chest marking has a very peculiar resemblance...

the third is "sweet dreams (are made of this)" by the eurythmics. after bill tries for days if not weeks to talk to ford about the portal, bill resorts to violence and spends the night abusing ford's body and reputation. when ford wakes up, this is the song bill left playing for him.

as an aside, i think it's interesting that the first draft of the song was played on a black and yellow synthesizer.

HOW TO TRICK EVERYONE INTO LOVING YOU

there is an entire section in the book dedicated to bill outlining his dating tips. of the 8 tips bill gives, he uses 3 of them on ford. EDIT: he uses 5 of them

the first is "the love cage," which pretty much ver batum outlines what happened in the fearamid during weirdmageddon.

the second is "vulnerability," where bill advises you tell your date 1) how no one can relate to you and 2) that you have a tragic back story, both of which he does in one fell swoop.

as an aside, this is a fun chance to peek at bill being an unreliable narrator in some kind of mobius double bluff. when you read these two sections back to back, it appears bill is lying to ford to gain his trust, especially if you also just watched the previous video. however, earlier in the book, it's implied that the genocide of his dimension was traumatic and something he wishes he could undo, and later in the book, after ford leaves him, bill gets drunk and attempts to call his mother, sobbing. this gives the impression that bill was indeed being vulnerable with ford here but doesn't want us, the reader, to know it.

the third is "good ol'-fashioned valentines," where bill provides some cheap and easy gift-giving advice. he then follows this advice for ford's birthday.

as an aside, i think it's funny bill brings up cats here. who belongs to whom, william?

BREAKUP

them both accusing each other of cheating:

a callback to stan's season 1 joke: "my ex-wife still misses me, but her aim is getting better:"

this amazing lower back tattoo bill made him get:

bill totally being fine and normal and great after ford leaves him for good. in fact, he's doing so well that he got drunk and took himself to dinner to celebrate. he's not upset. he's not upset.

and let's not forget mabel calling it like it is, as always:

MISC

and finally, here are some various tidbits i just enjoyed:

ford's a cipherholic attracted to things that hurt him lmfao

can you just give him a normal compliment jesus

the tattoo reads "if lost return to bill"

also the "the rats were his idea? i get it now." get what baby hm? hm? hm? implying we WERE supposed to "get" something from it

fated i guess

not tonight dear i have a headache

in conclusion, i definitely think bill is more in love with obsessed with ford than ford is with bill at this point. probably because ford's had a third of his life to come to terms with their partnership, while 30 years to an immortal being is imperceptible. given what we saw with "the love cage" and with how bill tells ford it's not too late to join the henchmaniacs during weirdmageddon, he's probably still trying to get ford back. in his own insane, demonic way.

as an aside, i do think it's interesting that the end of the book implies bill blames stan for turning ford away from him. especially since what he cites is what happens at the end of the show, implying bill thought he still had a chance during weirdmageddon

anyway, thanks for reading! if i missed anything, please let me know!