#wyatt hc

[etherealfilmstar]

yelena letting that guinea pig she saved roam around the tower and john getting pissed off because it always bothers him is an image I can’t get out of my head

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

The Watchtower Headcannons (John Edition)

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The Watchtower Headcannons Masterlist

You’re a part of the New Avengers before you start dating John. In fact, you’re practically at each other’s throats. You bully the hell out of each other. But not behind backs, in little comments to others, nothing truly malicious or manipulative. Y’all are just mean as hell when you’re talking to each other. 

One time, you go a little too far (it was one of those overly complicated well-I’ll-tell-you-what-you-can-do things), and you clamp a hand over your mouth, immediately regretting your words. But John just looked at you with raised eyebrows and widened eyes, a slight, amused smile on his lips. “Okay then,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

He was so oddly calm and collected about it, especially because he knew you hadn’t really meant it, based on your immediate reaction of regret. 

You were a lot nicer to him after that until he brought it up. You offered to smack him. He said he was good on that end, but if you really wanted to, it was alright, as long as he could get you back for it somehow. 

Eventually, you decided to just ask him if he wanted to go out. He was surprised, but agreed with no hesitation. 

Now, you’ve both been dating for a while and it’s going great. You playfully tease the hell out of each other all the time, still (some things never change, I suppose), and it’s become a fun part of your relationship, especially because you both know when to be serious and when it’s alright to kick back and make fun. 

He loves you, and while he’s not one of those straight out of a rom com guys, he buys you flowers whenever he goes to the grocery store. 

taglist @spaceycat @vidanand @xo-cench @raikan624 @yeehawgiddyup13 @wpdarlingpan @puer-aurea

just thunderbolts

@papitas-con-sal

[sentrysoldier]

I like to think about that interview Lewis did where he said during the Thunderbolts fight choreography it was hard to remember if he was punching or getting punched sometimes

[cable-salamdr]

Do we know what type of dragons Rontu and Egalt are? Like, yes, they’re master dragons and all that, but that’s not a species, right? Because they’re definitely not any of the elemental dragons we’ve seen. I suppose they could be dragons from specific regions/ realms (like Zenth being a Djinnjagen dragon, or Chompy the Shinatren Ridgeback) def not related to some art that would be silly

[freak4it]

absolutely LOVE their friendship. this is them, cannot change my mind.

[couldtransitionsaveher]

BO WYATT from LISA: THE PAINFUL

JUSTIFICATION:

"estrogen could save her shes my wife i love her <3" - @moldfilledpie

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[fallenrocket]

Unhatched Observations: Parks and Recreation

After I started to figure out that I was autistic/ADHD, I realized just how many of "my" movies/shows/etc. have Big Neurodivergent Energy. Lately, I've been looking through old posts on my blog about some of these stories, and it's been fun to revisit what I wrote about them as an "unhatched" AuDHDer. They're basically wall-to-wall "I love everything autistic and/or ADHD about you," even if I didn't have the words to articulate that at the time. Something else to file under How Did It Take Me So Long to Realize???

Anyway, here's some of what I wrote about Parks and Rec! (Side note: Leslie and Ben are far from the only ND-coded characters on the show. But they're my favorites, so they're the ones I was mainly writing about.)

Favorite Characters: Leslie Knope

Whether it’s overseeing a crazy-making public forum, raising money for an ambitious new park project, or searching for a rogue possum spotted in the vicinity of the golf course, she consistently puts in 125%. Leslie thrives on solving crises, and she never met an issue she couldn’t tackle head-on, usually armed with a fastidiously-assembled binder on the subject and an increasingly-complex multi-point plan.

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She puts her head for obsessively-detailed minutiae into furthering these goals, and she fights tenaciously to see those goals realized.

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Among her friends/significant others, she’s known for her thoughtful gifts, her love of scrapbooking fond memories, and the irritating degree to which she believes in people and pushes them to be their best. Not to say that work never gets in the way of a relationship or vice versa, but it’s never because Leslie is consciously letting something fall by the wayside. It’s just that she cares about so much that she inevitably loses track of something or someone every now and then, if only for a short while.

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Like many people, her best qualities can just as easily become her worst ones under particular circumstances. She’s very confident and take-charge, and that means she sometimes “steamrolls” over people under the assumption that she knows what’s best. She cares deeply about what she does, but when she inflates the importance of a situation too far beyond what it warrants, the whole thing can spiral out of control and turn into an even bigger mishap. She’s honest to a fault, and she’s been known to unintentionally hinder herself in her refusal to be crafty or diplomatic.

Favorite Characters: Ben Wyatt

While Chris is the chipper good cop ready to approve everything, Ben is the spreadsheet junkie who makes the tough calls and the hard cuts. But that doesn’t mean Ben is the heartless villain Leslie imagines, a la Ebenezer Scrooge or Mr. Potter from It’s a Wonderful Life. Rather, he’s exceedingly practical and doesn’t mince words about it—when cities are bankrupt, hard decisions have to be made, and he’s prepared to do it. 

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The man named his calculator, bless him.

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He’s not a player like Tom or a “man’s man” like Ron, but Ben is very self-assured. He knows who he is, and he doesn’t mind. So he takes it when others tease him about being nerdy or liking calzones (Pawnee is relentlessly anti-calzone.) When he gets flustered or overwhelmed, he doesn’t play it off or pretend he’s more confident than he is. He openly admits to being afraid of cops, and roller skates are a turn-on for him.

Relationship Spotlight: Ben Wyatt & Leslie Knope

While Leslie comes in hot, determined to crusade against Ben the evil budget-slasher that she believes is champing at the bit to fire everyone, Ben is just a guy doing his job, one who demonstrates a surprisingly-high tolerance for her manic steamroller tendencies from the jump. It isn’t long before they start to get to know each other and immediately develop a friendlier relationship.

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Leslie and Ben, delightfully, are simpatico and complementary at the same time. They’re both hardworking policy wonks with a devotion to government who pay great attention to detail. With Ben, we see that come out in his love for budget minutiae, and nothing makes Leslie happier than filling an enormous binder with every last scrap of information about a planned project. They also share a similar dorky glee for a job well done, a tendency to spiral out when they’re stressed, and a fondness for Model UN. Meanwhile, Leslie is a sunshiny dreamer who uses hyperbole like it’s going out of style and brings an Energizer-Bunny-like determination to the proceedings, while Ben thrives on logic and pragmatism, responding dryly to Leslie’s over-the-top enthusiasm.

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We see how they get along, and what’s more, we really see how they like and admire each other. Yes, they’re both physically-attractive people and that’s part of their attraction to one another (over time, we learn how much Leslie loves Ben’s butt,) but that’s never presented as the reason why they like each other. Instead, first and foremost, they like one another as people, and the love is born out of that.

[outtaluckawoo]

in my fic i've officially decided to make wyatt the campground host and i just. can't stop thinking abt it. he'd be so eager and enthusiastic!! it's the perfect job for him. he'd wear his park ranger uniform shirt everywhere, unbuttoned or layered over hoodies and under sweaters. his favorite part of the job would be getting kids involved with nature, seeing the wonder in their eyes as they explore the forest and observe the wildlife. at the same time, though, he'd work to protect his pack's territory, keep campers away from the borders. ensure everything sacred is kept safe.

[etherealfilmstar]

john trying to do stuff on his laptop or whatever and then alpine hopping onto the keyboard, pawing at the screen and also biting at his dog tags

[southernwyatt]

reasons you’re attracted to the signs

GEMINI

Their free mind and knowledge. You’ll find you are intrigued by a Gemini’s mind, to figure them out and learn the mystery that is them. You will find you are also drawn in by their intelligence and personal interests.

[vamplvs]

SLEEPY HCS WITH THE THUNDERBOLTS

INCLUDES -> yelena belova, bob reynolds, john walker, bucky barnes WARNINGS -> literally all fluff! no need to fear angst here (there is some minor swearing tho); walker calls the reader beautiful, and bucky calls them 'doll' NOTES -> y'all i feel crazy about thunderbolts. i haven't had a writing kick like this in YEARS. also, no one hate me for john in this one, he's my problematic wife, ok? also i want wyatt russell bad. anyways, my requests/asks are open! and as always comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3

YELENA BELOVA. — sleepy movie night? you got it. there's snacks, blankets, a random movie, and so many cuddles.

"are you sure you don't want to go to bed, love?" yelena mutters to you. the tv softly glows in front of you both, whatever period piece was playing long forgotten. you've been curled around her side since the movie began, but now your arm is draped over her and your head has fallen to her shoulder.

"no, i'm up," your voice is rough from sleep, but you pick your head up anyways and stretch. "see?" yelena rolls her eyes at your loopy, exhausted smile.

"whatever you say," she replies with a teasing smile.

"mhm..." you adjust your position under the blanket so you can be sitting upright next to her. but the blanket is just so soft and yelena is so warm, and before you know it, it's only a few minutes before you're curled against her once more.

yelena works hard to stifle her laugh when you fall asleep, but she lets you stay there. the movie plays on dully—the man in it has made some apparently irredeemable mistake that the woman he loves will no doubt forgive him for. yelena leans her head against yours, swearing that she'll get up once the movie is over so the two of you can sleep in a proper bed.

the next morning, when bucky is getting coffee he sees the two of you curled up on the couch and can't help but smile. it's nice seeing that yelena's found someone she trusts.

BOB REYNOLDS. — both of you are up late at night, entirely unable to sleep. you because you're working on tech for the thunderbolts new avengerz, and bob simply wandering the tower at night.

bob doesn't exactly sleep well these days, not after the mess with the void. it isn't unusual to find him roaming the tower at odd times, and this time it's your turn to run into him.

you're working in some old lab that you assume was tony stark's back in the day. your back aches, your fingers raw from tinkering with yelena's widow equipment, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. it's a miracle you haven't electrocuted yourself already.

"you're still up?" a voice softly speaks from the hallway.

your heart nearly stops right there and then. "holy shit!"

"sorry," bob steps into the dim lights of the lab, his hands up in a show of peace. "i didn't mean to scare you."

"no, no, it's fine! you're fine." you smile at him. "what are you still doing up, sweetheart?"

"i can't sleep," his response is sheepish.

you stand, stretching your arms above your head, and walk over to him. "let's see if we can do something about that." you pull him along by the hand, fingers entwined.

by the time you both get to bed, your eyes are heavy with sleep. you pull bob closer to you, letting his heartbeat lull you gently to sleep. the comfort of your body against his, a reliable weight to keep him still and grounded, has him dozing in no time.

JOHN WALKER. — he's the one up, unable to sleep. you're fast asleep and he just takes in everything about you. maybe it's the slight frown you have in your sleep, or the way your hair falls into your face just a little, but he's captivated.

john lays opposite of you on the bed, just tracing your features with his eyes. he takes everything in slowly: the flutter of your eyelashes, the curve of your cheek, the curl of your lips. you're so beautiful, and honestly, john has no idea how he got so lucky.

with his track record, it's a miracle you-

"why'd you stop?" you mumble, still half asleep, interrupting his train of thought entirely. his hands, which had been tracing patterns softly over your skin, have long been still.

"didn't wanna keep you up," he mumbles back, and you crack open an incredulous eye at him.

you grumble something under your breath that john can't quite catch before pulling yourself closer to him.

"it was nice," you say, sleep already calling your name. so john continues.

he traces abstract patterns from the nape of your neck to your shoulders to your back. he feels the way your muscles loosen beneath his touch and the way your breath evens out.

and you know what? fuck his track record. if he got lucky enough to be graced by you, he damn well won't mess it up.

BUCKY BARNES. — this time it's you who can't sleep, and it's a good thing bucky has a tendency to stay up obnoxiously late reading his novels despite his other old man tendencies.

a soft knock comes from the door, startling bucky from his book. it's too late for anyone to need him urgently for anything, so he's almost inclined to ignore it until your voice rings through the door.

"bucky? you still up?" you're tentative, almost wary, as you ask for him.

"yeah, doll, i'm up." he sits up, ready to open the door for you when you walk in wrapped in a blanket.

"can i stay with you?" you mutter, still standing a ways away from the bed.

without saying a word, he pats the spot next to him on his bed and leans back against the headboard, leaving enough space for you to curl up next to him.

"what're you reading?" your voice is muffled by his shirt and the blankets wrapped around you.

"the hobbit. mind if i keep reading?" you shake your head, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

"it was at this point that bilbo stopped. going on from there was the bravest thing he ever did. the tremendous things that happened afterwards were as nothing compared to it..." bucky's voice rumbles soft in his chest, gentle despite the intensity of the moments he read out to you.

[cm2tfemotd]

Todays Canon Male to Transfem Headcanon is Ben Wyatt from Parks and recreation!

love is a bisexual audhd transfem that uses he/she/love/pix!

also in a romantic relationship with leslie knope!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey! I know you’ve been writing a lot of Bob and Void stuff, but do you write for Walker? I don’t k ow why, and maybe I’m a little odd for thinking this, but I would like him as my big brother figure. Prehaps I could request platonic hcs of him where he and reader act like siblings? Reader is chaotic sunshine and they get on each other’s nerves, but they do truly care for each other!! Bonus points for bits of Bob x reader x void hehe

I love Wyatt Russell (hate Walker tho) so I’ll make an exception for you anon. this might have more bob x reader x void then necessary. I think Walker would be an okay sibling at best.

Major PSA for idiots and dipshits: Also if you don’t wanna read the John and reader sibling dynamic, just skip to the Bob x reader x void section do the headcannons or don’t bother reading this, I’m not holding your hand when most of you are grown adults who are responsible for what you read. (Though I question that level of responsibility everyday the more I hear you moan about fuck all since you’ve got nothing else to do) so don’t blame me for what you consume. Grow up or continue to show your ass like you typically do.

you didn't like walker and you typically liked everyone and will always let it be known as whenever you were working on your aim, you'd intentionally aim for him much to Walker's annoyance.

'Can you stop shooting for me, for five mintues!' he exclaims as he looks at you as you only smiled innocently back at him.

'i don't know what your talking about.' you tell him 'i'm trying to shoot for you but you keep moving like an annoying cockroach that refuses to die.' you added as Yelena, who was stood next to you this entire time, tried to hold back a laugh but failed.

'i'm really feeling the love here team.' walker says sarcastically, lightly swatting your bicep in a repremending act, only to get a smack to his bicep in return.

'we love you too john!' you called after him as you looked back at Yelena as she looked at you with a knowing smile. 'what?' you asked her.

'you might not be family but you and john act like you could've been siblings in another life.' yelena says and you couldn't help but make a face. You were well aware that your relationship with US Agent was an odd one, you acted like you hated each other but the way it came across was more like siblings flipping each other off from the doorways of your own rooms.

which is something you both actually did do on the odd occasion, walking by the doorway of eachothers rooms within the Watchtower and flip each other off wordlessly, it didn't matter if you had company either, you'd still flip each other off regardless. much to the amuesment of the other Thunderbolts.

you both often get asked if you two were in fsct siblings, only for you and john to look at each other as though it was an insult as you both replied simultaneously with a ‘no.’ even if there were times where John did make sure you ate, drink and took proper care of yourself when he thought that you were neglecting yourself more then you should.

He’s even drag you out of the room if he felt that you were isolating yourself in there for his liking. I’m talking busting down your door and dragging you out by your legs as you kick and scream at him to let go, all the while he’s telling you to get out and socialise with the rest of the team instead of being a hermit/ bedroom gremlin. ‘Fuck off!�� You scream at John, ‘what if I want to stay in bed and do nothing.’

‘No can do, now go out with Yelena, Ava or Alexi and socialise and get some fresh air instead of suffocating in the stuffy air of your room for god sake.’ John replied as he shoved you towards Ava and Yelena as you shot him a look over your shoulder as you followed your favourite teammates. ‘Have fun!’ He sarcastically waves at you while you only show him your middle finger. ‘Kids.’ He mutters under his breath as Alexi pats him on the shoulder ‘you’re a good older brother.’ He tells John as the dirty blonde waves it off.

He didn’t think he was fit to be an older brother figure, but you brought that side out of him with how easily it was to annoy one another, he still remembered when you took his helmet and gun and painted them a glittery pick mess. He couldn’t complain at the time as the mission was integral, but he did indeed give you a mouthful afterwards about touching his stuff and fucking with them.

John swears you give him a headache almost on the daily but he’s certain that he does your head in too. So the feeling was mutual as far as he was aware.

Yet you do have moments where the care you had for one another comes through on missions as you two were usually paired up together and the protectiveness came out when the other was in close proximity to danger. You’d shove John out the line of fire, he would shove you behind him when he saw someone aiming for you, shielding you both when they open fired on you both.

Your care for each other was silent but it was there in the small acts you do for one another in a rare moment of reminding that while you acted like you couldn’t stand each other, you were there for one another regardless of the shit you’ve both done.

BOB X READER X VOID

Now when you met Bob, you found him to be cute, slightly clumsy and awkward but in an endearing way that made you want to know him more, his puppy dog eyes didn’t help make matters better as you as you were quick to find yourself spending more time with Bob and ultimately catching feelings for him.

He was meek and barely meet your eyes half of the time when you talked to him, but yet he seemed to stay with you in comparison to the rest of the group, always shoulder to shoulder to you and sharing smiles with you from across the room as butterflies fluttered within your stomach.

‘What’s your name.’ You asked.

‘Bob.’ Bob replies with a small smile, a cute smile you’d determine as you noted how small he tried to make himself look despite his tall and strong stature. There was more to him then you could see clearly, you could tell that this man was of great importance that you assumed that even Bob himself wasn’t aware of just yet.

‘We’ll get along just fine Bob.’ You tell him as he made a face similar to that of a confused puppy, a handsome cute man that you could already tell you’d get dangerously attached towards within embarrassingly short time. ‘How’d you know that?’ He asks.

You shrug your shoulders. ‘Call it a hunch but I just think we’ll work well together.’

‘I’ll trust your hunch then.’ Bob says with a smile and you knew immediately that you were fucked, he was even pretty when he smiled too with how his eyes shined and how his poetically radiated warmth and comfort that you wanted to bask yourself in forever.

Bob would find himself trusting himself within your presence more than others on the team, even going so far as you reach out and grab your hand in his and audible sigh at the touch, having gone without it for longer then he could remember. So needless to say you had become his primary person to look out for him, or just be there for him when the others went on missions and needed someone to be there with Bob until they get back.

You didn’t care as it meant you got to spend all the time possible with him as you made sure that when you were cooped up in the watch tower you would make sure that you and Bob were having fun however you could. Whether that be trying -and failing- to get into baking some cookies or watch tv together where characters make questionable decisions and Bob got to be highly amused by how annoyed you’d get when someone does something stupid.

Sometimes it got so bad to the point where he’d have to stop you from doing something rash as you ate half burnt cookies in a rather aggressive manner as you scowled at the television. It was a highlight for Bob as he got to be with you and experience all of you in your entirety. Only to end up finding himself falling more and more for you yet still being hesitant in calling the deep feelings he had for you as love or like.

So Bob takes his time with you and learns just as much about himself as he does learn about you in the process the longer he got to know and like every single part of you the more quality time you both shared without the rest of the Thunderbolts ruining it with their loud selves.

Void was equally intruded by you as much as Bob was and while he didn’t come out as often, he still was there within Bob as he got to go out with you on small trips together, or simply spending moments together in the watchtower.

He’s aware of all the moments shared between you and Bob and decided that he wanted that too, and to be selfish and more forward then meek, awkward Bob was about his own feelings that were now fully developed. Void understood what it was that he felt towards you and didn’t need anymore time to dissect and digest it, for whatever he wanted he would get sooner or later.

So don’t be surprised when you thought you were sharing a moment with Bob, only to be met with the pinprick eyes of Void as the entity merely chuckles at your look of surprise as he walks through your room as though he’s done it many times before.

‘Don’t look so surprise little bird.’ He tells you, his voice more confident and fuller then bob’s second guessing one, as though he wasn’t confident in using his own voice never less recognise it as if own, whereas void was fully aware of who he was and didn’t need to second guess himself when everything he did was absolute and precise.

‘You shouldn’t wear that face with me, when you look at Bob as though your moments away from grabbing him and kissing him at least.’ Void adds as you looked at him as he admired the photos you’ve took of yourself and fellow thunderbolt teammates and Bob.

Now with void you were a little more conflicted on how you felt towards the shadowy entity who could make people into shadows with a wave of his hand, a powerful being whom you’ve came across on occasions but he never did anything for you to detest him, only ever caress your cheeks and standing rather close to you for whatever talk to be considered casual.

He was bolder than Bob in what he wanted as void had kissed the back of your hand, drawn you close to him and even held you on rare occasions that you still think about at night, occupying your thoughts as you were conflicted on how to feel about void after what Bob had told you about feeling this endless darkness within him. One that only got worse when you were near him, as though it wanted to greet you personally.

Yet you couldn’t help but find Void charismatic and intriguing as the more you got to see him, which was mainly when you and Bob was alone or when everyone was asleep at night. He was dangerous and you knew that well enough to be cautious towards him but yet at the same time you couldn’t help but be drawn to Void whenever you do get to talk to him.

‘Where’s my kiss little bird? Am I not deserving of one unlike your precious Bob? Hmm?’ Void asks as he stepped close to you, his pinprick eyes looking deep into your own as your forced to admit that they were beautiful in their own right, in their own unique and unsettlingly way but beautiful nonetheless.

You would respond but you didn’t get the chance to becuase as soon as you blinked Bob was back in front of you, leaving you to process what had just happened just moments prior while Bob only looked at you in concern.

‘Are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you did he?’ He’d ask as he placed his hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes for anything that could give away to him if void did anything or not.

‘No, he didn’t.’ You replied to calm his nerves as he pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back as you gripped him tight, not truly grasping what you had gotten yourself into.

[goodnightoilcountry]

jo's nhl fic rec list !

hi - welcome to my attempt at being a fic writer again. i have a wip list in the works but first things first: my fic rec list of all the works i've found and adored.

if you don't know yet, you will know soon that i am such a sucker for angst. i hope you find something new to love from the list below !

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i update this list weekly (try to) and place all the new fic recs at the top under NEW.

when searching for a specific player, they will always be listed under their current team.

* updated saturday 15 march 2025 *

weekly note: the last few weeks i got to really find out how lethal the flu can be! probably for the best bc this fic rec was both an update on the recent fics i've found and loved and a shuffle for players to their new homes. enjoy!!

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the world never ended (jack hughes) by @leaderwonim summary: y/n and Jack Hughes have been inseparable since childhood, spending every summer at his family’s lake house—until his hockey career takes off and leaves her behind. As Jack’s life moves forward and Y/N tries to do the same, the distance between them grows in ways neither of them expected. But when their paths cross again at a breaking point, they’re forced to confront everything they never said and the feelings that never really went away. word count: 3.8k

the puck-cident (clayton keller) by @captain-huggy-bear summary: You are the unfortunate soul that takes a puck to the face during one of Utah's games, Clayton sees whole thing and demands to be let off the ice. word count: 5.5k

i just had sex with my ex in a new york apartment (nathan mackinnon) by @mattyanonwrites summary: the biggest trade in hockey in years has you texting your ex, something you swore you would never do. but you thought it would be harmless. word count: 7.1k

it ain't me babe part 1 + part 2 (sidney crosby) by @angelsuecult summary: you feel out of place at a wedding with Sidney, left wondering where your relationship is going. word count: 13.3k total

you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes) (matthew tkachuk) by @antoineroussel-archiveword count: 1.8k

double or nothing (quinn hughes) by @sweethischier summary: Falling for a hockey player was risky, but falling for a hockey player your dad coached was an entirely different gamble. word count: 7.4k

so damn needy (quinn hughes) by @sweetestdesire summary: in which Quinn Hughes is a surprisingly needy boyfriend. word count: 1.3k

five chances and one kiss (quinn hughes) by @777bae summary: Five times Quinn has the chance to kiss you, and one time he takes that chance. word count: 5.8k

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[chrissyfer]

Thunderbolts HC that's been stuck in my head for a while

After the Thunderbolts moved in together, they very soon made a horrible discovery; Walker is an absolute fashion DISASTER, who would walk around the tower in the most hilarious and miss matched outfits ever and it's not because he doesn't know how to dress but because he chooses to pick these outfits. He's the kind of person who would wear the shirts with the most ridiculous prints or colours combined together, wearing socks and sandals every time he steps outside, looking like the Dad of the group- the type who would wear shorts with a star print to a funeral and he's embarrassing Yelena to the point where she wishes for the ground to swallow her whole whenever they have to go outside incognito-mode.

You think she gets embarrassed because of Alexei's behaviour sometimes? You HAVEN'T SEEN what Walker does to her.

Worst part? Alexei and Bob are kinda picking up on the habit, going shopping together with John sometimes who is thriving because he knows exactly how much Yelena hates him for it, while Bucky pretends he isn't seeing what John's wearing (even though it's hard to ignore the beacon of bright neon walking right next to you during a trip to the beach), while Ava tries very hard not to burst out into loud laughter every time she sees John with a new outfit because she and Bucky made a bet, that every time, she can't keep herself from laughing at him, she has to throw 5$ into a jar, so they can order pizza at the end of the week or such and they just had to switch to Sushi because they had kinda gotten a bit tired after eating it for the 4th week in a row.

Edit: artists and writers- keep in mind that there are pics out there of Wyatt wearing stuff like this. Walker in a fancy suit? Nah, forget that and put him into the silliest outfit you can think of instead (affectionately- I'm not making fun of him for wearing it btw, he's an icon for it 💕)

[juneberrie]

ummm can i get uhhhh snow lands on top for wyatt callow?? i have no idea how requesting really works i just assumed it was like ordering at a wendy’s. but yea i just thought it would be cute if u could pretty please write some hcs on wy having a crush on a girl from town/him having a crush in general!! if not that’s ok i luv that you’re doing this the hashtags have been kinda dry >< okay ily bye.

SNOW LANDS ON TOP - send me a character and a scenario, au, or trope and i'll write some hcs!

𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 || wyatt callow x town girl!reader

most everyone in the district stayed away from the callows

seam kids, miner's kids, and especially town kids

they always made fun of wyatt especially; they found his affinity for odds and numbers unsettling, especially because he was always right

you ran in different circles; wyatt tended to keep to himself, always in the hob collecting bets or in the mines working, and you were always with your friends or in your parents little clothing shop

you never had a concrete opinion on him. of course, you found the callows disgusting for gambling on the lives of children in the games, but you had always been kind of intrigued by the youngest

when wyatt first noticed you, it had been when he was still in school. he'd seen you outside at lunch, talking with the donner twins and asterid and otho. you had stood out from the other kids. maybe it was your laugh, or the way your eyes glimmered in the weak sunlight, or maybe it was the fact that when you'd caught his eyes, instead of scowling like other kids would have, you smiled

from that day onward, wyatt had been nursing an ever-growing crush on you

he'd watch you from afar, fascinated by everything about you; your hair, your eyes, your smile, your laugh, the way you carried yourself

he didn't know too much about you. all he knew was that you were a merchant's kid

he'd had a crush on you for two years at this point, and he was always surprised by the way his heart fluttered when he saw you

he thought it was ridiculous. he'd never been one for pointless crushes before, instead sticking to his odds. odds were predictable, they were safe. crushes were not. crushes were unstable and unpredictable

but when his mother had asked him to take his brother's shirt to the tailor to mend a tear, he had jumped at the opportunity.

it was a chilly november day. leaves were crunching under wyatt's boots as he walked. he felt out of place; he'd just been in the mines, and now he was walking down the slightly-nicer streets of town. he had a shirt in one hand, the other in his pocket fidgeting with a scrip coin.

he caught sight of you through the window -- you were sitting at the counter, a dress draped over your lap and a needle in your hand.

he paused, his breath catching. there was something about you that made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach

he pushed open the door, clearing his throat

"hey there, how can i help you?" your cheerful voice rang out across the store, looking up from where you had been cutting the thread and setting the dress aside.

he stared at you for a few moments; he was actually going to talk to you. he realized he hadnt answered your question and quickly snapped out of it.

"uh, my brother's shirt has a tear," he said awkwardly, holding up the coal-blackened shirt.

you took the shirt from him, and to his surprise, insisted that he stay as you fixed it; it was only going to take a few minutes, anyways. you had waved away his payment, insisting that the tear was so small it would be rude to take the money

from that day on, he had started going to your shop more often, finding even the littlest rips in his clothes for you to fix

and you started to talk, to become friends

sometimes, you'd ask him about odds and he'd go on tangents, rambling on and on about numbers and probabilities until he caught your cheeky smile and quieted down.

but the look on your face, the way you told him to go on, only made his heart pound against his ribcage even harder

he had always told himself that the odds of you liking him back had been slim to none; you were a town girl, a merchant's daughter, and he was a seam boy, a booker boy at that. no way would you ever like him

one day, you had been fixing a pair of his father's pants as he stood awkwardly behind you. when you finished, you had turned, handing him the pants

he was reaching into his pocket to find the money you would refuse, the same way you always did

"let me pay you," he'd say

"no, its alright," you'd reply

but this time, when he insisted you take his money, your answer changed

you leaned forward, kissing him

not on the cheek, but full on the lips. he stood there, shocked for a moment as his brain went into overdrive

when you pulled away with a small smile, he stayed staring at you. his brain was doing the only thing it was good at; running the odds.

the odds you liked him back had suddenly gotten way better