#never married on gang and em

[dylansbum]

i luuuvv lying. and also being ridiculous. I weave these things together to make sure no one will ever be interested for years till i'm 35, easy. the one person i kind of tell the truth to i'm in absolute love with. so here we are.

[paulic]

Ok this is what I think the biopics will be like for each Beatle:

John will be so troubled but in a really charming way and Julian will be mentioned but briefly and they’ll make it seem like John was just too busy to be a present father (Paul will make up for it in a vomit inducingly cheesy way). His eating disorder, heroin addiction and other internal struggles (self-esteem, sexuality, maybe even gender,…) will go unmentioned or brushed over jokingly like haha he tossed Brian off, don’t we all at that age. He’ll be the cool and funny older brother & later genius who just couldn’t be confined within a band. They won’t have the guts to call his bullshit and therefore will automatically brush over his kinder and vulnerable sides. He’ll be reduced to a knock off version of the tortured artist blueprint. They’ll never pick up on his pathetic wet dog vibe

Paul will be the charming good guy who’s all in with the band. No mention of how he fucked over Jane and every other girl until Linda; he’ll be a musical genius, too, but in a prince of the people sort of way. They’ll loooove that he stopped eating meat, woke king!!!! Linda will be brushed over by making her into his soulmate wifey who finally helps the charming playboy with a heart of gold settle down. His depression and alcohol problem won’t be mentioned/reduced to feeling a little sad. He’ll be a little bossy sometimes but they won’t ever get it right how fucking annoying he could be. Straighter than a ruler. John’s brother, almost biologically. No homo. They’ll find a way to make the twink who fucked the entire population and had an ego bigger than Neptune into a straight feminist

George will be the indie underground smart Beatle and people on tik tok will start posting thirst traps of the actor with the caption “they don’t make em like this anymore” and then complain about real-George’s teeth. He’ll be so spiritual and smart and he won’t have an affair with his best friend’s wife at all and if he does it’ll be because of some spiritual insight, not because that man couldn’t keep it in his pants for 5 seconds. I’m deadly afraid of the colourful drug scenes where he’ll hallucinate god. He’ll be the perfect boyfriend and Pattie will be played by Sidney sweeney or something. They won’t take a side with the whole George Or Paul debate during the breakup, but George will be too focused on other things to want to stay in the Beatles. They won’t mention the three billion songs John&Paul deemed unworthy. They’ll never do the grudges my man held justice. No one could

Ringo will be the funny guy who luckily survived his childhood and found his passion through a kind nurse giving him his drumsticks. He’ll play an incredible drum solo at 8 years old on his hospital bed frame the first time he ever holds those sticks. He won’t be in gangs, he won’t beat his wife half to death, he won’t have drugs and alcohol problems. He’ll be peace and love from age 0. He’ll be slightly stupid and he’ll mention octopuses too much. They’ll never get it right how he was truly the eldest and how much his vote and opinion actually counted within the band and how much the boys wanted him in the band and admired him. He won’t be a sort of glue to the band. He won’t marry a teenager he met when she was 16 and he 22. He’ll be a weird version of Ken from the Barbie movie, his job will be Drum. They’ll flatten a severely nuanced and layered man to a sheet of paper with the word ‘beat’ on it

I am too afraid to even think about what they will do to Eppy

Oh and each and every one of them will have way too pretty teeth and I am already furious. I want them to have British men in the 1960s teeth. Give me British teeth and jerking off together

[suzukiblu]

do you have any favorite ships with jason todd?

hmmm, I think my fave Jason ship is probably either "emotionally fraught about each other and also low-key both having daddy issues about the same dude without actually being certain if that makes them technically 'family' or what" DickJay or "Jason is genuinely annoyed about how well this threesome is going" Joyfire, but I've been known to read and enjoy plenty of JayTim and, unsurprisingly, a bit of JayKon here and there. Also JayTimKon is CONCEPTUALLY interesting to me but I've never quiiite figured out the dynamic I'd personally wanna write it with so I mostly just read the established relationship PWPs when I'm in the mood for that one, hah.

Also I REALLY like JaySteph as a concept and one day I should ABSOLUTELY write "Jason comes back to Gotham, like, five minutes earlier than he did in canon and runs into a pissed-off ex-Robin from the shitty side of town with a well-meaning-but-also-an-addict mother and an asshole criminal dad who's currently trying to start a gang war to prove something to Batman" and exactly what that would do to his brain one way or the other, hahaha.

( Jason, visibly torn even THROUGH the helmet: so do I make her MY Robin or do I just fucking marry her, fuuuck I didn't pack for a WEDDING and I gotta woo her RIGHT, right, does she like flowers or is she more the brass knuckles kinda girl, do you know??

being-held-hostage-"civilian"!Tim who just broke UP with Steph like five minutes ago and is having some weird feelings about the crime lord who is apparently asking him for dating advice in REGARDS to her, and is also trying to sneak speed-dial either Bruce or Young Justice on the cell phone he grabbed off a henchman post-kidnapping: uh who the fuck are you again, sir and/or ma'am, I don't actually know what's under all that body armor. also brass knuckles, obviously, this is Gotham, what kind of girl do you think she is?

Jason: you're so right, I bet I can get 'em in diamond-studded and just propose with THOSE and also that gang war she wants to start.

Tim: . . . yeah honestly that'd probably work--wait gang WHAT?!?? )

[2knightt]

「 you the cutest jailbird i ever did see!」

IN WHICH—you’re literally mickey milkovich!♡ ໋֢ 👒✧

🍵ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 👒 notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ this is platonic. and if you haven’t seen shameless just imagine a modern, stinky dallas. also MARRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!

you met them while running from the cops. sure—it was completely your fault and you do deserve to be thrown into the cooler. but you just got out! can’t a person want just a few more minutes of peace?

as soon as you heard those sirens, you jumped off the guys you and your cousins were jumping and just started running. those two idiots already got caught, you just kept on running.

you heard that the curtis house doesn’t ever lock their door—stupid. you’d never do that, not when people like you run around this city!

the sirens got closer, and without thinking, you jumped their fence. as your feet touched the ground, you hoped to god that they weren’t home. or that dallas winston wasn’t there.

you rushed to the door, swinging in open before hiding beside their couch that sat in front of the window. peeking your head up, you watched as the cop car slowed down before speeding back off.

a grin grew on your face as you watched the cops go in the other direction.

“fuckin’ idiots.”

“wow, y/n getting chased by the cops. what is it, the 30th time this week?”

you’ve had unfortunate run-ins with dallas. but you thought his voice was more annoying now than when you and your cousins jumped him for trying to hit on your sister.

you’d recognize that disgusting new york accent from anywhere. you sighed, turning your head to face him as he stood above you, hands in his jean pockets.

dallas had a stupid grin on his face as who, you think is soda, comes rushing beside him. his eyes showed worry, but his grin made him look interested in you.

“shoot, what happened to you?”

“soda—this is y/n. what ain’t they done is a better question.”

you rolled your eyes, holding back from socking him in the jaw. you turned your head to face soda, standing up from your position. rubbing your neck, you hung your head low.

“tough shit, man. bunch of assholes—you know.”

suddenly, someone with cake smeared all over his fingers and who smelled like oil popped up out of nowhere. ‘steve’ was written on the chest of his ripped up work uniform.

“that can mean a lotta things. what kinda tough shit?”

‘jesus, the curtis group asks a lot of questions.’ you thought to yourself, a lip raised. dallas kicked the leg of the couch beside you, causing you to whip your head up after avoiding eye contact. sodapop smacked dallas’ shoulder, telling him off.

“answer ‘em, y/n.”

dallas demanded, saying your name is a singing tone.

“…me and my cousin’s has jumped a guy. it ain’t nothin’ bad like stabbing a kid with a blade.”

you mumbled, dusting yourself off, you heard snickers leave steve and soda’s throats. soda grinned, ear to ear as he ushered you to sit down at a table. as he did so—he kept on asking you a bunch of jumbled questions due to how fast he’s talking.

four boys sat there, staring at the situation that had just unfolded. they both looked younger than everyone else did, the two older ones standing out like sore thumbs. one was finishing his plate, the other one downing a bottle of beer.

soda sat you down, steve rushing behind the both of you. either of them sat beside you, smiles on their face.

“what’d the guy do?”

“did you beat ‘em black and blue?”

“what’d you use?”

with that, you found yourself hanging around the two of them more. sodapop and steve found your company fun. sure, you were like dallas, but different in so many ways.

you were so comforting to be around, yet you always had a scowl. they loved having you around, causing the gang to hang out with you too.

you honestly became a reoccurring person in the gang—to the point where people would ask where you were if you weren’t around them.

you’d just walk into the curtis house and make yourself comfortable. your house wasn’t exactly the definition of ‘ideal.’ the old man wasn’t the kindest to you, your sister—or anyone for that matter.

he’d frequently take his anger out on you and smack you ‘til you’re every colour under the sun after he heard you’d been foolin’ around with some chum around the block. it wasn’t even true—but your cries always fell to deaf ears when it came to that alcoholic.

it’s not like it was a secret either. every person on the east side could hear the arguing from your house—even the front door slam shut. that’s when the people would know you’d be huddled up on the curtis’ couch.

“y/n—breakfast.”

soda’d nudge you gently—talking in a hushed voice. the smell of bacon filled your nostrils, a sigh leaving your lips as it hit you that he was the one cooking. you aren’t exactly the biggest fan of his rather odd choices of how he makes his food.

but goddamnit you can fake it for him. if you can lie to the cops, you can lie to one of your greatest friends.

just like how you can lie to the investigators trying to find dallas winston.

“you know this kid?”

“never seen ‘em in my life. lay off now, assholes.”

you’d mumble, walking past them, making sure you hit their shoulders as hard as you could. you always got a kick out of hurting those pigs as you’d call ‘em.

which is what caused dallas winston goin’ MIA. you had seen dallas winston getting knocked down by the police after a long chase.

even though you can’t stand that new yorkian—you do love fighting. you tried to walk as quietly as you could up to them before making yourself known.

“hey, man!”

you shouted, causing their heads to turn. when they saw you—their eyes immediately flashed a look of hatred. they obviously knew who you were, and if they didn’t know, they’d know after you socked one in the jaw.

all attention on dallas turned to you—all of them going after you. until dallas also landed a clean hit on one. with the impact of the officer falling on the ground—your feet started moving on your own.

you cackled, hearing dallas laugh along with you, running beside you. the rush that washed over you two was indescribable—the adrenaline was great.

this isn’t the first time you’ve been on the run, and it’s not like you haven’t been caught. one time you got caught—your bail was low. but too high for you. you were offered one call and the first person that came to mind would surely rip off your head.

‘worth a shot,’ you thought to yourself, dialling the numbers with the phone to your ear, a cop hovering over you.

“hello?”

“darrel? it’s y/n.”

“goddammit, y/n. what the hell did you do this time?”

“nothin’! i-i just need you to come and bail me. it’s only 50 cents, darry.”

“you’re never gonna hear the end of it, you damned jail bird. i’ll be there soon.”

with that—you heard a click on the end of the line. you wanted to defend yourself, but hearing him call you a jail bird gave you more pride than you’ve felt in a long time.

of course, when he did bail you out, any feeling you had of pride evaporated. as soon as you entered the backseat, you could feel the rage from darry.

“what the hell did you do? it’s 11PM. ponyboy and soda’s in bed—and i was getting ready! 11PM, y/n!”

“holy fuck, darry! stop acting like i killed a guy! it was just a grab n’ run!”

“y/n—is it too hard to ask that you try to stay safe? just once, that’s all i ask!”

“oh my god, darry! you aren’t my fucking father!”

“guess what’s happening. you’re coming to my house and spending the nights there. the second i hear that you’re runnin’ from the cops i’m contesting against you in court!”

the rest of the ride was in silence, it being broken up by the occasional blinker. when he pulled onto the side of the road, parking his truck in front of the house, you sat there.

stubborn is what people thought of you—and you sure as hell were. darry got out, expecting you to follow. he stood in front of the gate, arms crossed as you stared off into space.

the door opened—darry quickly grabbing you. he carried you like a baby, against your very loud protests.

soda opened the door, snickering as he sees the situation you’re in. ponyboy was sitting on darrys chair, playing with the tab of a pepsi can. once he seen darry step in, you in arms, he shot up from where he sat.

“where were you? what happened?”

“yeah, jail bird. what happened?”

you heard the two younger brothers ask, one sounding more mocking than the other. darry placed you on the couch, swiftly throwing a blanket over you.

you’d been in this situation before, the memories flooding back to you as you felt yourself drift off into sleep.

expect you weren’t the one being carried. you had carried johnny from the lot, put him on your back. it was a few days after he’d been jumped real bad.

you were out of the loop when it came to who jumped who. you seen johnny asleep in the lot. dried blood on his jacket and face. bruises were everywhere on his body. you felt bad.

you always liked johnnycakes. he understood you in a way. as you carried him on your back—you could only thing of the similarities between you two.

you both had rough home lives, you both always found yourself trying to keep everything together. he used to be so tough but turned quiet—you had always been tough and never expected to change.

lost in your thoughts—you got to the curtis house faster than expected. you quietly walked up the stairs, opening the door, avoiding the creaky floorboards.

you placed johnny on the couch, taking a silent vow to beat whoever did this to him even worse.

and you always kept your word.

robert sheldon was the guy you and your cousins had tracked down, bats and other weapons in hand. if he can use those thick gold rings—you can use your bat. fair game, right?

you caught him, drunk on the streets, and stupidly alone. your cousins beat up ford slowed down beside him—making it a repeat of what he’d do to others.

he took notice—stumbling as he turned his head. your own small gang took notice to this, stopping the car before jumping out.

you guys had beaten him to the point where he looked just like johnny. you kept your word, and you wouldn’t let anyone ever touch johnny like that.

you always hated soc’s. you’d do anything to do annoy ‘em. even if it meant stealing their mustangs, you always liked them anyhow.

steve always talked about how he’d do anything to drive a tuff car like that. everytime he seen one, that’s all he talked about.

“imagine drivin’ a car like that. could you imagine how fast i could go?”

you’d learn how to hot wire at a young age, rarely ever did it though. but when you seen a wine coloured mustang left unattended—you knew you had an opportunity.

it wasn’t hard to get it going, and it wasn’t hard to drive it to the DX without getting caught. steve was working in the hood of an old car outside until he heard a honk.

a grin grew on his face as he seen you in the drivers sear of the car, a smug look on your face. steve practically skipped as he rushed towards the vehicle, tapping the hood as he took a closer look.

as he was nothing less than mesmerized—you hopped out of the car. steve looked up at you from his crouched position before you threw the keys at him, walking towards the passenger seat.

steve immediately put two and two together, jumping into the car without a second thought.

you swore you ain’t never seen steve so happy when he was speeding down the road in this mustang. he never asked where you got it—and you never told him.

you and ponyboy were alright. he didn’t like being around you for long periods of time. on the other hand—you absolutely loved it.

you could tease him until the sun went down for everything and anything.

“what the hell are you wearin’, pony?”

“a shirt?”

“sure as hell don’t look like one.”

you’d ruffle his greased up hair, going against his complains. you’d mock his books and movies, mimicking what they just said in a higher voice. ponyboy always disliked this. he didn’t hate it however. a small part of him knew that’s how you showed affection.

but he never knew you could be so gentle when you felt like it—that he really, really liked. one day, when school was out and everyone was doing their own thing, ponyboy sat at home.

he was reading a book with the tv as background noise. until you barged through the door, beelining for the fridge. you got a beer, closing the door. you took a sear in darry’s chair, watching TV.

ponyboy wondered if you noticed he was even home. when he seen you enter—he felt insecure. you were the definition of a greaser—he was…just some guy that so happened to have grease in his hair.

you realized he stopped reading, his eyes everywhere but his book. sighing, you got up and sat beside him on the couch. you took one more swig of the beer before you told him to read out loud.

“read to me.”

“wh-huh?”

“the TV’s borin’. read.”

with that, he did. the longer ponyboy read, the more relaxed he became. of course—you looked like you wanted to rip your own head off—but ponyboy did like the fact you immersed yourself into the story.

“she fucking what?”

“yeah! crazy, right?”

“crazy’s an understatement, man.”

‘crazy’ is what people would call you and two-bit. people would’ve never willingly put the two of you in a room, but you two got along swimmingly.

he was loud, sometimes clingy, and always joking around. you really needed someone like him in your life. a breath of fresh air—until the two of you would compete.

“let’s see who can steal the most stuff without gettin’ caught.”

was a sentence often said between the two of you. a little fun never hurt nobody, right? two-bit seemed like the expert at stealing, and you just liked to break the law.

the longest it went on was for a week. you tot caught first and you have yet to live it down.

“so god fuckin’ help me—i will gauge your eyeballs out with this fucking fork!”

“yeah but, i’ll die knowin’ that i was able to steal without gettin’ BANNED!”

two-bit later had a bruise on his ribs.

you’ve never been one to stay in a group of people. but staying with these people—it was different in so many ways.

you knew they wanted you here, they knew you loved them and that you knew that they loved you too. and unfamiliar feeling sure—but a welcomed feeling.

you argued, fought, and even fist fought each other. but goddamnit, you all moved past it. and that’s all you could ask for in this little life. even if your life is mostly you sitting in a prison.

[cthulhusstepmom]

It's dark in the cellar, has been since they were tossed down here however many days ago. Hard to tell time without regular meals. Completely windowless, there's no place to spend his usual half hour basking under the sun. It had been a matter of hours before his coldblooded body had started to slow in the cool subterranean temperatures. He'd tried to keep it to himself, deal with it quietly, but there's no way to hide it from Gid, steadfast loyal Gid. Kremy had found his sluggish form gathered unceremoniously close to the living furnace that is his right hand man.

The heat may have stabilized his body temperature but it would do nothing to improve his mood(well maybe just a little bit it's hard to be too miserable when you're so nice and warm no matter the dire circumstances). Gideon took care of light well enough too, illuminating a circle around them with dancing warm firelight, though that was extinguished as soon as Kremy saw it start to waver and flicker, can't allow his partner in crime to burn himself out now can he? And so they sit in an almost peaceful silence, have done for who knows how long.

"Y'know it's not the worst bind we've gotten ourselves into. The gang will be along soon enough to bust down the door." Gid pauses in thought. "Probably not Twigsy. Or Frosty. Or Gricko unless he's a beasty. Probably down to Torbek to do the door busting come to think of it."

Kremy grunts noncommittally.

"Ah don't be like that, can't be worse than the time we had to climb out of the window of that inn."

"The snake oil heist on the western bank?"

"Nah the one with the innkeepers daughter, Felicity? Franny?"

He remembers that particular scrap well, if only because of the god awful wig.

"Felicia. How that veil covered my snout I will never rightly know."

Gideon snorts.

"Oh yeah. Sure would've been nice to know Gricko was an ordained minister before hand but it's not the first time we've been married."

Kremy hums. "Can't say it's the worst contract I've signed."

The warm body next to him rolls with deep, hearty laughter. The room goes silent for another spell before Kremy sighs.

"I dunno Gid, you ever get the feeling that we've taken it too far? Finally poked the bear that's gonna rip our throats out?"

"Nah man, I know you'll get us out of anything 'fore it gets too serious. Even if we end up knee deep in Fae tomfoolery. And I'll punch any bear that tries to bite us square in the body till it dies, no problemo." He pauses. "I trust you Kremy Lecroux."

That knocks the speech right off of his tongue.

Trust.

On a conceptual level he got that there was some form of reliance between the two of them, and sure some trust if you had to put a non-ironic label on it. He knows that Gideon cares for him, has stated it on many occasions in many different ways. And if you had to be so crass as to put it into words, of course he cares for Gid too, wouldn't have bothered keeping him around this long if he hadn't(lord knows the food bill would be enough to sway his opinion if he wasn't entirely too attached by now).

But trust?

Trusting Kremy Lecroux is a bad idea on any number of levels. He's a cheat by profession and a liar by lifestyle. Hell he's sold the souls of those around him in exchange for power more than once. There's nothing worth trusting in him, he's a coldblooded criminal and he's never gonna change, not for anybody. And here Gid is announcing it with his full chest. It's one of those things that's so endearing about him, he never holds back; Gideon Coal has never made a promise he doesn't fully mean. But since he's a man of contracts and business dealings he at least wants to give him a fair shot, a head start, a warning to keep that fiery heart close.

"You sure about that Gid? Those kinds of words have a power to em you know that."

"100% man, I'll follow you to the end of the world."

Kremy struggles to get air into his lungs, it takes a minute, two. When he finally gets enough to speak, it's frustrated and tinged with melancholy.

"Well I'll gladly let you do just that, if we ever get out of this fucking place."

"Hey." Kremy offers no response. "C'mon man don't be that way, the crew are all out there figuring their way in as we speak, fact I can smell the Torbek already."

He says nothing.

"I know what'll cheer you up."

A large, warm hand cups the bottom of his snout, gently directing his face up and to the side. Before he can think to protest, his eyes are drawn to the sudden lick of flame dancing on the tip of Gideon's finger. Not unlike when he lights cigarettes for him, except now he's pressing the pad of the digit to a small twig from the rocky floor until it smolders dully. Blowing on it, Gideon brings the small stick towards his face. It's warm but not uncomfortably so (he'd never had a doubt in his mind that Gid would hurt him). Carefully, precisely, with hands steady from working on the delicate innards of machines he can't begin to comprehend, Gideon draws the ashen tip of the stick across his upper lip in two swooping lines.

"There you already look more like yourself!" He proclaims proudly.

And god if he can't help the smile that breaks across his face.

"You're a crazy son of a bitch Gideon Coal, you know that?"

"Been told once or twice." he chuckles.

[sunnysaystuff]

My stance on the Jegulus-Jily-"All Death Eaters suck because canon says so" dispute (or whatever):

TLDR AT THE BOTTOM!!!!!!!!!!!

After receiving MULTIPLE hate asks (wtf I'm literally nobody why do you care so much) guess I have to put this out here!!

first up - stuff I think is important:

Wolfstar isn't canon and it's the backbone of the fandom, so why do we suddenly decide canon is the shit when people write Jegulus/Jegulily fics? "James would've never liked a Death Eater" fanfiction means you can make stuff up, regardless of what canon James would've liked or wanted.

"Canon-compliant Jegulus fics don't make sense" did James explicitly tell you to your face that he would never date Regulus :0 canon-compliant is a very loose term. a lot of the time it just means that canonical deaths and plot-related events occurred, moreso than relationship-related events.

Jegulus haters often say that Jegulus fans constantly villainize Lily, but the fact of the matter is that they don't. You see more Jily fans villainizing Regulus for originally being a Death Eater than you see Jegulus fans villainizing Lily. "Regulus deserves the villainization and Lily hasn't done anything wrong" - reminder that you can hate on canon Regulus all you want (despite the fact that he eventually changed) but you should know that fanfiction might present him differently. Random fanfic Regulus is not the canon Regulus you despise.

Jegulus fans who despise Snape for his actions in canon aren't being very fair. He joined the Death Eaters and then he ended up working against the Dark Lord, just as Regulus did. Yes, he spent years bullying Harry, but do you honestly think Regulus wouldn't have behaved similarly if he had been in a similar position? If Regulus had been in love with Lily, and James and his brother and their friends were constantly making fun of him, and then Lily died after marrying someone he hated, do you think Regulus would have treated the godson of his estranged brother who betrayed Lily, the identical-to-James son of his enemy, with fairness or kindness? Regulus was canonically also not a nice person at all - was literally a Voldemort fanboy, and Snape wasn't even confirmed to be that much - and in fanon he's often characterized as this petty little shit. So do you think Regulus wouldn't have been awful to Harry as well?

Adding on to that, people call Snape toxic and creepy for being "obsessed with Lily" (he loved her because she was a bright spot in his awful life, platonic or romantic. Obsessed? Maybe <- My hot take), but when Regulus does it with James, it's sexy?

"Stop romanticizing Death Eaters" if it's not your cup of tea, don't read. I think these characters are just that, characters, and fanon stuff means you can do whatever you want with them! You can rewrite someone's entire story and personality if you want (ex: THOSE Dark Harry fics, a number of Dramione fics).

my personal opinions:

Jily and Jegulus are both super fun ships. Love 'em equally, though I'd say currently I'm leaning toward Jily.

I love Jegulily. I think it's really fun and has a lot of potential :0

I'm alr with Snape bashing and no Snape bashing (it's not that deep gang, same for Peter 'cause honestly it's kinda silly how people try to sub-in other characters as the 4th Marauder. Peter existed y'all.)

I think the Black sisters deserve more attention :0

Yes sometimes the characters are ooc in fics!! What to do when you see this and don't like it is click the back button!!

I don't have a problem with Remadora, but I prefer Wolfstar :)

I don't believe in canon casanova of gryffindor tower; I think it's cute in fanon though<3

endnotes/tldr since I wrote a whole essay:

ship and let ship. every (non-proship) ship is valid. this is what fanon's for.

let people hc and do what they want omg pls stop throwing hands over little things

have your opinions they're valid! just don't try to force them on others!!

feel free to argue with me in notes if you want; just be respectful please! I'm down to hear others' opinions; you might change my mind on stuff!!

might add more if I missed anything! I just thought it was lowkey important to put my opinion out here.

[dolladooley]

the dooley davenports x black!reader | general hcs

contains: adam, bree, chase, leo

a/n: this will get zero notes but idc i am pioneering ts for lab rats. gif credit goes to him (me. bc i am him.) 💯

adam

i have always been very loud about my belief that adam marries a black woman or man in the future

and i mean LOUD

he 100% does

the first time he meets u he's like woah

prettay

he likes watching how your hair bounces as you descend the stairs or even just walking on flat ground

he likes how u speak to him

you call everyone lil nicknames so whenever u say "baby" he's like 😃

u help him with school stuff

bc you smart 💯

okayyyy scholar 😍😍😍

sorry

anyway

he loves seeing u

you anchor him

keep him from doing ridiculous shit that can get him hurt yk

turn into ur mom fr

he fidgets with his fingers a lot so he be playing in your hair

gently pulling strands so they spring back and wrapping em around his finger (ESPECIALLY when they're freshly moisturized and wet)

y'all are just saur cute to see

he's a big hugger so he rests his cheek against ur head and ur lil curls tickle him

and bonus points if you're significantly shorter than him

it's an adorable image when u hold hands

bc ur this lil person that is clearly able to easily escape restraint and u got ur tall white boy that's a lil dumb but happy to be here with u nonetheless

i love adam lawd

bree

bisexual queen

anyway

u guys become friends very quick

she complimented ur jewelry (a lil gold necklace) and u were like "aw thanks gang"

and from that u sparked a conversation and became very good friends very fast

she introduced u to her brothers, allat

u guys meet in the library every morning or u go to the nearby coffee shop before school starts

get some polite lil drinks and just.. talk :)

if you guys were to pack ur own lunches every day, y'all would do snack trades a lot

you defend her a lot against her brothers 💀

the first time you said "boy shut up" to chase she got hearts in her eyes fr /hj

when she realizes she might have a lil crush, she doesn't act too strange but she is a little bit different

she hugs for a little longer than normal, just to enjoy the scent of ur moisturizer and ur hair products

when y'all have sleepovers she always cuddles close

she loves to cook with u

u show her recipes you got from ya mama and she enjoys them every time

she stares at ur lips when u eat

and talk

and

do anything at all

they are very kissable what can she say

chase

lord.

he's infatuated

INFATUATED

he only knew leo so he had no idea black ppl could be so fine /j

the first time he sees you, a little notification in his eyebawl goes off like "heartrate rising. entering cooldown." and it's SO LOUD to him

turns out you and leo are already friends

which is NOT helpful

because now whenever you're at the house he's frantic as hell

either trying to interact with you (extremely awkwardly) or hiding in the lab so he doesn't embarrass himself further

bree would come down like "just go talk to them loser" and he's like "I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭😭😭"

when she finally forces him to quit being a punk and at least say hi, he comes upstairs to see u looking out at the view

the sun shining through their big ass windows glows gold on your skin and to him you look like a god

he flees /hj

HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO ACT

he eventually pulls himself together and soon feels like a fool

because talking to you is SO EASY ?

you exude a charm he has never seen heard or experienced from anyone else before

the way u speak to him makes him melt

that being said never call him a pet name

ever

a simple "sugar" or even just "baby" will make him overheat and shut down

leo

i'm already laffing

y'all are funny as SHIT

you were classmates before the davenports came in but you weren't really friends until after they did

you helped leo show them around the school and the two of you cracked plenty of jokes along the tour

many that the bionic trio did not understand LMFAOO

you two are so fun together and everyone can see it, even the trio who be fighting for they lives whenever y'all are speaking to each other /j

leo probably tells u ab the whole bionic secret after you witness one too many close calls and the way you handle it makes his baby crush grow exponentially

like YOURE SO COOL???? DIDNT EVEN BLINK AT THIS ABSURD ASS PIECE OF INFORMATION???? GOD THEYRE COOL AS FUCK

you guys share hair information and you bring home hotel shampoo's for y'all to share LMFAO

he let you give him waves once

it was comedic

tasha loves you

she didn't know you for a while because leo never brought you up when y'all were just classmates but after y'all became actual friends, you'd get mentioned here and there

the first time he has you come over is to work on a school project

she meets you and is like omg hai i'm leo's mom

and he's kinda like 😐 pushing her away like he did in the avalanche episode with janelle LMFAO

you like "why you so mean to yo mama" and it makes him sweat /j

you like tasha too and you guys often have tea together when leo is late for y'all's lil hangouts

she gasses you up to leo all the time like he didn't know you first

"your friend, [name]? they're cute!!!" "i know mom" "go ahead and ask that out" "MOM"

he eventually does (it was actually you but he tells tasha it was him)

[winniemaywebber]

There's No Place Like Home

It's 1949. Mr and Mrs James Douglass have been married for two years, living in a beautiful little house that's backed by an apple orchard. Olive works at the local department store, Knapp’s, where her only highlights of the day are kissing her husband goodbye as he takes her to work, and kissing him hello again as he picks her up to take her home.

Knapp’s Department Store; the end of a long day for Olive Douglass. Between being poked at for her accent, working through her lunch hour and a snooty lady yelling at her before clocking out time, Olive is more than ready to return home to her husband, who at this very moment, is driving home through Downtown Lansing, the top down on the car. He is on his way to pick up his wife, who currently feels like the grumpiest lady in the whole of Michigan.

“Goodnight, Olive!” she hears, looking over her shoulder as she lights a cigarette. She sees Kelly and Molly, two pinch faced, stuck up sisters whose voices are so shrill that it made Olive recoil and cringe. “See you on Monday!”

“Uh-huh,” she replies, trying to force a smile.

“Goodnight, your Majesty,” Molly murmurs, an awful British accent being used in her horrific high tone.

“Molly!” Kelly scolds, ushering her away. “She's a nice girl, leave her be.”

With a roll of her eyes, Olive stands and smokes, thinking of what her best friend, Valencia Blakely, would say to the pair of them. Olive is sure the comebacks would be wordless, the furrow upon Val's brow being enough to scare them off. As she stubs out her cigarette, she sees her husband coming to a stop in front of her. He sees her scowl before he even approaches her.

“Now, what's this?” he asks, turning off the engine and walking up to where she's standing. “Who's upset my wife?”

“Oh, just a couple of catty assholes.”

“Let me at ‘em,” he says, his voice a little gravelly. He tips her chin so her lips meet his and she melts into him instantly. “Let's get you home.”

“Yes, please,” she replies, just wanting to rot in bed for a little while until dinner. “I need a lie down.”

“Oh, of course. Not for long though, I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” she squeals, clutching his hand as he starts the car. He puts it to his lips, kissing her hand gently three times as he nods, his eyes twinkling in the delight of the secret he holds within him.

—

The second she steps out of the car, she feels at peace. Olive had never felt at home anywhere before taking a tumble into a whole other era, landing right in the middle of a war, winding herself on the hardstand of Thorpe Abbotts Air Base. It was the people she met that had made it a home for her: her best friends, Val and Helen. Dougie’s best friend and Val's husband, Everett Blakely, a brother to Olive alongside Bernard Demarco, Robert Rosenthal, Harry Crosby and John Brady, Olive now best friends with all of their sweethearts. It was the kind of life she'd always dreamt of and the cherry on top of the cake was meeting James Douglass, marrying him just a few years after the war had ended.

“Our new home,” Dougie had said as he carried her over the threshold, opening the bright red door for her to welcome her inside. It was dainty, small, yet the most perfect house Olive had ever seen. He had taken her through every room, Olive totally blown away by how he'd painstakingly chosen the perfect colors for each wall without needing any guidance. The dining table he and Ev had made together, and the sweet accessories Val had added to each piece of furniture. This home had a little part of everyone in it - pictures from Thorpe Abbotts, the whole gang at their first Independence Day barbecue hosted by the Bradys, Val and Olive together on their wedding days - and that's why Olive adored it so much.

As she walks into the kitchen, she is greeted by a fresh, floral smell from the aforementioned dining table. There, sits Grandma Pearl's green vase, filled to bursting with pink and white peonies.

“Saw these when I walked to the diner for lunch,” Dougie says shyly. “I know you love peonies at this time of year.”

“You remembered!”

“Of course I remembered, silly. The second I saw them, I thought of you.”

“You're so sweet, honey,” she smiles, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replies, his nose landing in her neck like it always does, making her giggle a little as his mustache tickles at her.

“What do you want for dinner, darling?”

“Oh, right!” He says, suddenly remembering his little secret. “I'm taking you out. Reservation is at 8.30, so you've got time for a short nap before we need to get ready, okay?”

“Okay…” Olive says, a grin spanning from ear to ear. She takes his hand, her thumb stroking over his palm gently. “Will you come snuggle?”

“Honey, if I ever say no to that…”

—

She wakes a little while later to her husband kissing her neck gently to rouse her. She purrs as he carries on, his hands slowly stroking and tickling her bare back.

“Come on, honey. We gotta wake up.”

“But I'm so cozy,” she protests, turning over and snuggling into him.

“Oh, you're adorable, Ollie,” he coos, letting her cuddle in for just a few more minutes before pulling away, kissing her temple. “Come on, I wanna take you out. Cheer you up after your bad day, hm?”

“Okay,” she sighs. “It'll be a good way to distract myself away from the thoughts of Monday creeping closer, I guess.”

“Tell me what happened, sugar.”

“Ugh, this horrible woman. She wanted to return a hat that she said she no longer wanted. Okay, I said, no problem. May I have your receipt?”

“And?” Dougie probes, gently running his fingers through Olive’s dark hair, staring into her big brown eyes as she tells her tale.

“She hands me it, tutting. Fucking tutting at me as if I'm inconveniencing her. So, I look it over…hm, that's nice, honey…” she trails off, snuggling back into Dougie once again.

“Sorry, sorry. You look it over?”

“Hmm…” she sighs. “Yes, and the item is three days over the return deadline. So, I say, ma'am, store policy dictates thirty days from purchase to make a return, and you're at day thirty-three. I'm happy to exchange it for you. Lord, she hit the roof. Yelling at me, calling me rude, useless, what have you. I ended up having to call for someone upstairs to explain it to her, because she would not listen to me, nor would she quit yelling. It was humiliating, honestly.”

“Ollie, that's horrible. You shouldn't have to deal with that!”

“I could absolutely see myself going Valencia Blakely on her rude self. Fighting that temptation was hard.”

“We have money for bail, it's fine. I'd come rescue you.”

“You would?”

“Oh, always, honey. I'm always on your side.” He pauses for a second, having Olive lay on his shoulder. “You could just quit, and stay home, huh?”

“No!” she says. “I like the independence. I like being able to contribute, even if it's only a little.”

“I've got it!” he replies, the pair of them bullheaded as ever. “I promised to look after you. Let me?”

“B-but…”

“You'd still be independent. Are you telling me you'd rather go to work in that stuffy, old department store over sitting in the backyard, reading a book and sipping coffee?”

“Well, when you put it like that…” she shrugs, the stubbornness wearing off.

“Exactly. You've been so tired, Ol. Let me take care of you. Please?”

“Oh, my sweet husband. If you're sure?”

“Without a doubt,” he says softly, kissing her for a few moments. “Now, come on, sweetheart. I don't wanna be late.”

“Late for what?”

“You'll see.”

—

“Dougie!” Olive protests, him covering her eyes as he leads her through what feels like a long corridor. He had instructed her to close her eyes the moment they'd turned the corner on to Main Street, him covering her eyes with both of his hands as he'd helped her out of the car.

“Is this really necessary?” she'd asked, hands out in front of her to feel for anything she may bump into.

“Yes!” he had giggled, making sure her eyes really were shut before opening a door for her. “I've got you, sugar. Trust me.”

The smell of sweet popcorn lingers in her nostrils as another door opens, Olive giggling to herself that she's figured out the location by smell alone.

“Okay, we're at the movies. Got that part. Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Nope,” he says matter of factly, leading her to a seat. “Not until it starts.”

“James Douglass, you are–”

“Insufferable, I know. And yet, you love me.”

“I sure do, sweetheart. But I am impatient and this is doing nothing for my nervous system.”

He laughs, grabbing her hand and kissing it. Olive feels his smile on her hand and smiles back, knowing how silly that must look with her eyes closed. She feels the room growing darker, her vision now pitch black.

“Okay,” he breathes, clutching her hand a little tighter. “Now you can open them.”

“Finally,” she whispers, eyes focused on the large screen in front of them as she hears the projector click on. A sepia tone blasts on to the screen, with the familiar overture that Olive spent countless days listening to over and over, followed by the title: The Wizard of Oz.

“James!” she cries, leaning over to hold him. She stares at him open mouthed, back to the screen and then back to him, not sure where to look.

“You told me it was your favorite, right after I came back from Bremen. Do you remember that?”

“Y-yes,” she stammers out, her eyes filling with tears. “I do…”

—

“I just wanna know everything about you,” Dougie had whispered as they laid in Olive’s small bunk together, the morning sun leaking in through the thin curtains of the Red Cross hut. “Everything.”

“I wouldn't know where to start,” Olive laughed, closing her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. “It's a lot.”

“Well,” he sighed. “Let's start with the basic stuff. Favorite food?”

“Italian. A good penne alla vodka can cure any bad mood.”

“Ah, explains why you instantly stuck to Val and Benny. You want the recipes from the source!”

“Too right,” she giggles, nuzzling into him. “What about you?”

“Whatever my mom cooks. It's always so homey, warm…” he trails off, his eyes closing as he breathes in deeply. “Sorry,” he says, shaking his head.

“What for?” Olive asks, her hand on his face. “You're missing home, that's perfectly normal.”

“I think I'm missing it more now because I just can't wait to take you there. When all this is over, you're coming home with me, right?”

“Right,” she repeats, nodding. “Hm, favorite movie?” she asks, going back to the original subject.

“I really liked His Girl Friday.”

“Oh, me too!” Olive squeals in reply. “One of Pearl's favorites too. She had it bad for Cary Grant. Who wouldn't?”

He grins. “What's yours?”

“The Wizard of Oz,” comes her reply, a wistful edge to it. “I'd watch it every Christmas, when it was broadcast on television. I've always loved it, even as a child. It didn't really scare me like it scared other kids, it just made me cry when she had to leave her friends behind and go back home.”

“Too late to see it in theaters, huh?” He jokes.

“Oh, only by a good eighty-two years,” she laughs. “I'd love to see it on the big screen though. One day, perhaps…”

—

“I read about this in the paper this morning. They're showing the movie again for its–”

“Tenth anniversary,” Olive interjects, nodding. “I can't believe you remembered. It's been years since we talked about it.”

“So, a good surprise?”

“The best,” she sniffs. “Thank you, honey. I never thought I'd get to see it like this. It's beautiful.”

“You're beautiful,” he replies, taking her hand again. “Gonna need you to look after me though.”

“Why?” she titters, sitting back.

“The witch lady scares me.”

“It's okay,” she whispers to him, giggling a little. “I'm right here.”

—

Pulling into the driveway, Dougie switches off the engine with a contented sigh. He looks over at his wife, his expression softening as she smiles at him.

“What?” he asks her, smiling back. His eyes adorably crinkle, as does his nose.

“Tonight was perfect. Thank you,” she says, reaching over to kiss him.

“Well, it's not over yet. We still have dessert in the house.”

“What?”

“Mom stopped by with apple pie.”

“Oh, my favorite!”

“I know. I may have mentioned that you were upset and tired with work and–”

“And I've told her that her apple pie fixes everything,” Olive says happily.

“Exactly,” he replies, getting out of the car. He walks over to Olive’s side and opens the door for her, holding his hand out. “Come on, honey.”

As they enter the house, Olive heads straight for the icebox.

“Ice cream or cool whip?”

“You choose,” he smiles, pulling plates from the cabinet. She takes out the cool whip, handing it to her husband while she retrieves utensils from the drawer. As she places them down on the table that her husband and Ev had so carefully made together, she feels Dougie next to her.

“Hey,” he says, a cheeky tone to his voice. “Let me see you.”

She turns her head at the exact moment he daubes cool whip on her nose, her gasping in surprise. He laughs, before pulling her close and licking it off quickly. She squeals, him tickling at her waist as they both laugh uproariously.

“You're a menace,” she says, the last few gasps of laughter leaving her. She wraps her arms around his neck and lets her head fall to his shoulder, him taking her hand and suddenly starting to sway. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing with my girl. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she replies with a little laugh. “But there's no music.”

“Who needs music, huh?”

They stay like that for a while, gently swaying in the kitchen while the pie sits forgotten about. As their noses touch, they kiss one another softly and both sigh happily.

“Love you, Mrs Douglass.”

“Love you more, Mr Douglass.”

“Not possible.”

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[slaymybreathaway]

YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

◇Chapter Eight◇

Chapter List Masterlist

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1965 ◇ Outside the Curtis House

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Gracie climbed out of Sally's car and shut the door behind her. It was a quiet night in Tulsa. This was a good thing to Gracie beacause quietness meant no trouble, which meant that she wouldn't have to be worrying about the gang tonight.

"Thanks for the ride, Sal" she rested her elbows on the car door, smiling tiredly at her friend.

"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Sally returned the smile before blowing Gracie a kiss, which she jokingly caught.

As Sally sped away in her little red car, Gracie opened the gate of the Curtis house and walked up to the front door. She knew that Darry would be home from work by now.

Pushing open the front door, she could hear the sound of the radio coming from the kitchen. "Who's that?" Darry's deep voice called out from where he was washing the dishes.

"It's Gracie," she called back. She hung her old jacket and handbag on the coat-rack beside the door, leaving her in her butter-stained work uniform.

The girl trudged into the kitchen, a yawn escaping from her lips. Darry noticed this and turned aroud, giving her a look which she recognised far too well. "I know what you're gonna say, please don't. I'm far too tired to argue with you now,"

"Well you wouldn't be if you cut down your work hours," he grumbled, but quickly shut up on the subject when he noticed how Gracie's eyes were burning a hole into the side of his head.

She rolled up her sleeves and walked over to the sink that was filled with suds. Without speaking, Darry stepped away, drying his hands with a tartan tea towel before starting to dry the dishes that were already dripping onto the draining board. He knew how relaxing Gracie found it to submerge her hands in the warm, soapy water. It was an unspoken rule between them: she washes, he dries.

"Who did you lie to?" Darry spoke a few moments later, drying the plate he held in his hands in circular motion.

Gracie creased her brows in confusion

How did he know about that? She thought. Almost as if he could read her mind, Darry continued to speak.

"Soda told me you came in here today and puked like a drunk, he said you were sick but..." he turned to face her. "You're barely ever sick. So who did you lie to?"

Gracie took a deep breath, he knew her too well. Her face heated up out of embarrasment at the thought of admiting to Darry how she dragged him into her lie. "Shelly Oaks,"

Darry let out a low chuckle, not expecting that answer. "My god, I haven't heard that name in years,"

"Same here... until she walked into the salon this morning," Gracie rinsed off a glass before leaving it on the draining board.  The sound of the radio softly  humming swirled around her ears as one of the rat pack sang, though she couldn't tell which one.

"Well, what did she want?" Darry asked, a tone of judgement sounding in his voice. He never liked Shelly that much, and liked her even less since that night after the football game. Though he hated to admit it, he held quite alot of grudges.

This attitute from him made Gracie feel a little better about herself. "Using a haircut as a coverup to brag about her engagement to Paul Holden," she rolled her eyes.

The mention of his ex-best friend gave Darry a sudden loss of breath. As if someone had swung a baseball bat at his stomach, affectively winding him. That was another name that Darry hadn't heard in years. "Oh,"

"Yeah," Gracie replied with her back turned to Darry, failing to notice his reaction. "And she was bragging about how romantic his proposal was so... I kinda, em"

Her hesitation made Darry regain focus. He leaned against the countertop, flinging the tea towel over his shoulder as he crossed his arms. "You kinda what?"

Gracie turned around, her sudsy hands falling down to meet behind her back. "I kinda- told Shelly that you and I... were engaged to be married," the sound of her heartbeat was pounding in her ears during the few seconds of silence that followed.

Darry's blank stare quickly turned into a smile, his singular dimple showing as he threw his head back in laughter. "At least buy me dinner first," he joked.

The woman rolled her eyes as she turned back around and continued to wash the dishes. "Your name was just the first that came to mind, ok?"

"Ok," he shook his head. "I can just imagine the look on her face when you said that," he chuckled. The thought of Shelly's shocked expression made Gracie's lips turn up into a smile.

"It was pretty funny," she admitted, taking the plug out of the sink drain and watching as all the dirty dishwater swirled down.

The pair pottered around the kitchen, putting away the delf in a comfortable silence just as the crackled voice of the radio presenter spoke cut through.

"And now, we're heading back to a few years ago when this song seemed to be playing absolutely everywhere! It's Smokey Robinson and The Miracles with You've Really Got A Hold on Me,"

As the opening bars of the song blew through the air, both Gracie and Darry immediately looked up from what they were doing. Memories of the past danced in their heads, memories that they had pushed down and made themselves forget about. It was pretty hard to forget about now.

Gracie could hear the soft thuds of Darry's footsteps on the kitchen floor as he walked over to the radio, turning up the volume so that the music was loud. Just as loud as it was that night.

Then, she heard his footsteps again and not long after she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Darry standing right behind her, so close that she had to look up to meet his eyeline. He had his hand held out, a glint of nostalgia in his eyes that matched his smirk perfectly. "Would you like to dance with me?"

A tired smile grew on her face as she took his hand in hers. Softly, he spun her under his arm before pulling her in close, his arms holding her waist as she interlocked her hands behind his neck.

I don't like you, but I want you

Seems that I'm always thinking of you

Though you do my badly

I love you madly, you really got a hold on me.

The pair swayed to the music while looking at eachother with content. All of the external worries and stress seemed to fade away. It was just them, dancing together, in that moment.

Around halfway through the song, Gracie spoke. "You know, I thought that you had forgotten all about that night," she looked down, suddenly shy with the vunerbility.

Darry chuckled. "No, I think about it alot acctually," he admitted. He watched as Gracie's looked back up so her eyes met his once more.

"Really? Why?"

"It was the last night of fun before everything got so grown up and serious," he spoke, exhaling deeply.

Gracie smiled, it was quite fun. "Well, I think that's the whole point of senior prom, Darry" she let out a breathy laugh.

"I suppose," he spoke, a red tint glowing on his face. "But that's not the only reason why I keep thinking about it" he spoke. His eyes flitted down to her lips as their swaying grew slower.

"Oh," she breathed, realising what he meant. Her hands slid down to rest on his chest, noticing how his heart-rate started to pick up as her head tilted towards him. She licked her lips, wetting the cracked skin as she moved even closer.

The sound of the music continued to flood the room, drowning out all other sounds. Including the opening of the front door. Sodapop walked in, a smile bright on his face as he remembered his date with Sandy earlier that evening. The sound of the radio drew him to the kitchen, it was never usually that loud.

As he stood at the door, he was met with the sight of Darry and Gracie, their lips only inches away from eachother. He stepped back as silently as he could, trying not to draw any attention to his presence.

As he stepped backwards his keys fell out of his jean pocket, making a loud clatter on the floor. Darry and Gracie shot away from each other, the latter turning her back to the both of them in deep embarrasment.

"Soda, what are you doing home?" Darry asked nervously, his face a deep shade of red.

Sodapop raised an eyebrow, unsure what to say in response. "W-well it's like midnight... I mean, I can leave again if you guys want some privacy-"

"No! Um... Ponyboy is supposed to be home by now," Darry checked his watch, all of his responsibilites now returning to him. He walked past his brother, into the sitting room, trying his best to escape the awkward moment.

Gracie turned around and opened her mouth to speak, to plead with Soda to not tell anyone. As if he read her mind, Sodapop pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key. He smiled, the secret would be safe with him.

Gracie returned his smile. Thank god for Sodapop Curtis she thought.

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[pumpkinsy0]

Tim & Darry headconnons plz (Can it both be friendship and relationship.)

Im sorry its just their both my favorite characters and I ship them in a friend way and if they were dating way.

Friendship:

How did they meet in school, like who spoke first and introduced themselves first

What did they both do after school and where did they hang out

If they had other friends in the school they went to (I would like to headconnon that Tim and Darry had like a little gang with their friends in school [Tim and Darry were the leaders lol ] and they were like "The cool kids")

Relationship:

Their first date and how did it go

All them years of being together i feel like Darry would get a ring for Tim ♥ and would propose to him in a date in the moonlight 🤭

And if they can get married; where will the wedding be who will be the ring boy and flower girl and what theme will the wedding be (im sorry, i thought this will be cute ♥)

And since they are married; I feel like Darry would recommend that they should have kids and Tim would get embarrassed (Adopted children Ofc ♥)

I feel like they would be a cute family of Three 🤭♥ And they have 2 Daughters and A son (You can come up names for the children)

IM SO SORRY TO WRITE SO MUCH😭 I WOULD LOVE TO SEE WHAT YOU COME UP WITH THO😭🙏🏻 (AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE WHAT NAMES YOU CAME UP WITH FOR THE CHILDREN)

OF COURSE!!! now b warned im not a tarry shipper so pls dont put my head on a stick if i have a hc that may not b what u wanted i apologize </333

and dont apologize for shipping em ur so real for that🗣️🗣️‼️💯

friendship:

•darry actually talked first!!! there was a school project and bc they were rlly intimidating (curly bc he was pretty much a jock and tim just bc hes scary) nobody went up to them to ask so they didnt have a partner and so darry just asked if he wanted to b partners for it

•after school they hung out at darrys place since tims parents argue quite a bit and they worked on the project but eventually they started bonding over their siblings and it snowballed

•they did have friends and they did have a gang of friends but like they were “only school” friends, like they wouldnt rlly hang out outside of school if that makes ANY lick of sense

relationship:

•it actually went pretty well, they have pretty similar lives but they both have a different way of handling it so i think theyd connect on some level

•i actually feel like they would have the MOST expensive wedding cause well theyre broke lol BUT i think it would like b a small wedding in an isolated place

•angela AND pony r the flower girl/boy☝🏽☝🏽

•as for the theme??? like i said theyre broke most likey their wedding is unintentionally diy pinterest mom themed /j

•NO BUT FR wedding theme probably like nighttime forest themed kinda

•as for the name of their kids, i feel like it would b common haitian names cause im the biggest haitian shepard enthusiast known to man (the kids names r annette,valérie, and yves)

and no worries for writing sm i love answering asks its never a problem🙏🏽🙏🏽

[el-michoacano]

what are your headcanons for all the salamanca cousin's parents?

Ooh, this is fun! Lemme build my own Salamanca family tree, lol

Lalo's parents, Alvaro and Gabriela, were the ideal cartel couple. Yes, Alvaro had a tendency to get physical, and yes, Gabriela got a little lost in the same product her husband was peddling, but they knew how to keep up appearances. Nothing was more important to them than appearances, save their gift for unpredictability. Keep 'em guessing, that was their motto. Lalo grew to be very, very good at it. If either of them were still alive, they'd be very proud. They were lost to a murder suicide a few weeks after Lalo turned nineteen. He was definitely the baby, and he had probably three older brothers, but I don't think any of them are still alive, so he's officially become the heir to the business. There was a very serious rivalry among Lalo's brothers, you see. I haven't given names or anything to them, but if anyone's interested, I might be convinced to do so!

Tuco's father, Fernando, was a little more on the reckless side than Hector, Alvaro, and Augustin would have liked. It's ultimately what got him killed. It's also what scared off his wife, Valentina. Wives don't tend to last very long with the Salamancas. Tuco was sent to live with Hector after Fernando was thrown in jail for a particularly brutal assault, which got his killed by a prison gang in retaliation, and yeah, Tuco takes after him a lot. Hector spent a great deal of time trying to beat that out of him. He had no luck. Valentina is still alive and still in Mexico, and she still sends Tuco letters from time to time. He has a few little half-siblings down there with her, and he keeps her letters in a lock box under his bed. He sends her money pretty often, though they haven't seen each other in years. He also has a sister who's married to Gonzo, but @rosayoro's Ximena is perfect and I don't wanna consider anyone else in this role! 😂🖤

Marco, Leonel, and Aurelia's father, Augustin, is the only one of the original Salamanca brothers left alive, save Hector. It's because of his cowardice. There was a conspiracy to get him shot in the leg so he couldn't fuck anything up after he'd proven time and time again that he couldn't be trusted to work in the game. Their mother, Reina, went missing when her children were very young, but the twins remember her fondly. Aurelia doesn't remember her at all. Maybe she purposely doesn't remember. Six years after Reina's disappearance, Augustin got remarried to a woman named Ana Luna, who's the same age as Aurelia, and they now have a child, a little boy named Santiago, who will hopefully never have to be involved in the game.

[darkchocolateoreozfox]

the pier - shouta aizawa x f!reader series interest check - please rb if interested

ratings: 18+, minors dni

notes: based on a very odd dream, journalist/aspiring author reader, organized crime/gangs/yakuza, murder mystery, fantastical elements (mostly monsters and the like), no smut, shouta is married with children, the lov is shouta's ragtag group of criminal underlings. not possible without inspo from @fontanacollymore (ilysm girl)

warnings: dark content, horror, attempted sexual assault and murder (not by shouta), kidnapping and actual murder (by shouta), mentions of suicide that does not happen on-page, use and trafficking of drugs, lots of talk of violence and crime from various characters, mentions of psych wards character came from, probable but not explicitly stated age difference between shouta and reader, shouta is married to nemuri kayama but it's complicated on both sides

The constant, breathy roar of the waves and the layers of dark clouds overhead made the helicopter hard to see and hear. That and the unaffected stares of your companions made the helicopter seem insignificant, as mundane a part of the sky as the gulls, but it was all you could focus on as your heart quickened in your chest.

“Do you think it’s looking for me?” you asked despite yourself, willing your hope to not reach anyone’s ears. Your fingers itched for the manuscript in your desk drawer.

“It could be,” Shouta said, not taking his eyes off of the dark sky, his dark pupils following the circling helicopter, “but we get these all the time.”

“So don’t get your hopes up, little lady,” Dabi said with a grin, leaning back against the white-painted railing and taking a drag from his cigarette. “It won’t land. They never do. They know that Shig, Jin, and I would be on ‘em in a second.”

You didn’t doubt it, and that’s what made your heart sink. Shouta probably had too many connections, too many deals with the government for anything bigger than a lonely helicopter to fly in, and no pilot would be stupid enough to land alone. The island was too dangerous, too mysterious, too unfamiliar… and much, much too far away from safe land.

Your hands came up to rub over the goosebumps peppering your arms as you remembered something very important, something so odd of you to forget. These men, the ones who’d talked and laughed with you on the beach, and the one who’d smiled so softly at you as you played on the floor with his daughter, were the same ones holding you captive. This island, so strange yet so beautiful, was the cage Shouta held the key to. You took note of how they all stood: Shouta to your left, Jin in front of you, and Dabi behind; all within perfect distance to spring on you if you ran out into the open, calling out to the helicopter’s pilot.

Would being seen even make a difference?

As you watched the helicopter turn around and slowly fly back towards the horizon, you realized that leaving the island and publishing your manuscript was not a matter of when, but a matter of a very, very big if.

~ excerpt from part one: so i'm telling you that you'll be safe with me

[blackacre13]

Can you do another part to the rival gang au

Part three is here:

Here’s part four!

“It was a conversation,” Debbie protested.

“Please,” Tammy rolled her eyes. “It was practically a parlay over pancakes. You’re not a pirate, Debbie. You two can sit down for a cup of coffee and strike a compromise. Someone takes uptown, someone takes downtown. Whatever. There’s a way to work it out.”

“We’ve already worked it out,” Debbie shook her head. “The best woman wins. One job. One goal. Whoever gets it, gets New York. Whoever fails, gets the hell out. Maybe after the consolation of some…more lustful activities.”

“God, something tells me that you two are just absolutely meant for each other.”

“Yeah,” Debbie snorted. “What? Enemies to lovers? I have one mistress and one mistress alone, New York City.”

“Does she know you’re here?”

“No.”

“Does she know you’re here?”

“Absolutely not.”

The two women attempted a subtle look around the room before their eyes landed back on each other as they shared a laugh.

“Go ‘head,” Nine grinned, nodding at the booth. “Have a seat. I already got us some waters but didn’t wanna guess on the drink.”

“Thanks,” Tammy smiled, sliding into the diner booth.

“So we both agree this is bullshit, right?”

“Absolutely,” Tammy sighed, running her finger up and down the glass, tracing the condensation. “But that’s Debbie. What she says goes and if she’s decided to have some sort of ridiculous rumble, then who am I go go against that?”

“Her right hand,” Nine smirked. “And a beautiful one at that.”

Tammy’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, suddenly finding the sticker paper holding her utensils together fascinating and Nine’s eye contact all too powerful.

“You only say that because you’re Lou’s.”

“Well to be fair, pops is a lefty. So I guess I’m her left hand man,” Nine chuckled.

“Pops?” Tammy laughed.

“You can blame Con for that one. She started it and it just stuck. Pops loves it. But that’s what gave me the idea. Why would

We try to chase each other out of the city when we could help each other cover more ground?”

“You want us to pair up?” Tammy nodded. “That’s along the lines of what I was trying to convince Debbie about.”

“Look,” Nine sighed. “Lou will never admit it, but she hates being in charge. Don’t get me wrong. She’s damn good at it. But she didn’t even want this. She just wanted out of a bad situation where she wasn’t calling the shots so she started her own thing. She’s solid. Constance is mad good. And I’m the best at what I do. But we been lookin to expand anyway.”

“You’re not adopting us,” Tammy exhaled. “Deb will never go for it. She’s never gonna work for someone else. Thought she was going to murder her own brother when she worked for him. She thrives like this. She just wants her city back.”

“Not saying join our crew. I’m sayin, let’s have a merger. We don’t have a fence, and I hear things about you. And Amita? Shit it would be wild to have someone in the jewel world. We never been able to do anything like that. And in return, you need surveillance. You need people who ride bikes. Fresh blood who can blend different than you can.”

“And Debbie would be in charge?” Tammy frowned. “I’m sure she’d be fine with that but I don’t know how Lou is going to feel with her team usurping her throne behind her back and bringing in a new boss for her. She may not like being in charge, but she doesn’t sound like a follower.”

“That’s what I’m sayin’,” Nine grinned, smacking the table in a way that made Tammy jump. “Sorry. Got excited. Pops doesn’t want the spotlight. She just fell into it. She’s like—I don’t know. A wing man. Someone to bounce ideas off. Just as in charge but not the face. Like criminal chief of staff.”

“Well, Deb’s No chief of staff. She’s President all the way.”

“And that’s why this is perfect. We take our crews and we marry ‘em. Lou and Debbie at the top of the food chain. Take two greats and unite them. One team. One partnership. They do things fifty-fifty.”

“Fifty-fifty,” Tammy nodded. “For real? Lou won’t push for a bigger cut?”

“Fifty-fifty. Promise.”

“I’ll see if she goes for it,” Tammy muttered. “But she’s not gonna like that it’s not her idea.”

“Same with Lou. That’s why we gotta do it secretly.”

“Secretly?” Tammy quirked an eyebrow.

“‘Course,” Nine grinned. “We gotta parent trap ‘em.”

[thepaintedlady00]

Character Spotlight: Mavis "Mav" Lynch

The Quinn girlies are gonna looovvee Mama Mav! 🥵🤭

The Lynch family settled in deep Queens. It was a small family - two parents, one child, no one of any real consequence, and just so happened to distribute a certain high class brand of cigars. They did what everyone did to keep their business (and family) afloat in desperate times - make a deal with devils. They paid their dues twice over, but never quite got out from beneath that thumb of debt and so the cycle was passed onto their daughter.

On the day Mavis Lynch buried both her parents a debt collector came to their funeral to tell her of the remaining balance owed. A cruel display of power and authority that Mavis didn't like. So, she did what any sensible person would. She buried him six feet deep with his stupid contract shoved down his throat. She knew the game and played it even better, marrying an old rich man not even a full year after her parebts died, and taking his fortune and powerful gang with her after he died a short six months later. Mavis took control without a single issue, mostly because men can't complain when they're dead.

Under her control the once nefarious gang, known for running practically every casino in town, branched out. They offered protection to the less desirables of the city - prostitutes, strippers, ex cons - and they hand their hands in practically anything. Illegal weapons, drugs, alcohol, money laundering, you get the idea. In less than two years Mavis Lynch became the boss of the biggest black market. In less than two years Mavis Lynch became The Widow Mav.

"You know what I always say," Mav said with a grin. "Kill 'em quick and bury 'em quicker."

All pictures were found on Pinterest. The actress is Olivia Cooke.

[eggtartz]

Happy New Year!!! how are the parties going??? (if you celebrate, of course) hope everything is going well!

could request senju akashi married to a reader (fem) who wants to have a baby or adopt one 🥹🥹

a/n : the only party im going is a sleeping party.. lmao this is a cute one anon, thankyou for requesting 🫶🏻

masterlist

senju and you have known each other for a long time now, the two of you meeting when she firstly formed brahman. she saw you as a strong person just like his brother so she had favoured you a lot. after all, you two were the only girls in the gang. however, one day senju received bad news about your wellbeing that you entered the hospital for some reasons.

concerned, senju went to see you to find you in the mother's ward and saw you cradle a baby in your arms "y/n?"

turns out you were seven months pregnant with your ex's child but when he was informed about the baby growing inside you, he left town. lucky for you, the brahman coat was big enough to cover your baby bump so none of the members seem to noticed it. well, not until now. senju sat with you and looked at baby with awe. she always wanted a little sibling granted how she's the youngest. "you wanna hold her senju?"

"her?"

you nodded at her while smiling weakly, feeling sleepy after an exhausting push. when senju went to look at you again, you were already fast asleep. senju felt she was responsible for the baby and you, no way she's letting takeomi and the others go near you. so she went online and learned a lot about babies and stuff the mother needs and go buys them with takeomi's card.

she would visit you and your baby everyday, nourishing every love and appreciation towards you and the baby so you wouldn't get too stressed and would get better. even after you were discharged, senju still visited you. she insisted to buy baby formulas and the baby's clothing for you. she has this one urge to protect you from harm, as if you and the baby was hers.

unbeknownst to the lady, you have developed feelings for her. you have been treated ill by a lot of men in your life, never you actually thought a woman would shower you with lots of love like this. you wondered she might do this over the fact that you were in the same gang. or she did it just because she wants to? your thoughts gets clouded as you were breastfeeding your daughter and you snapped out from your daydream when she nipped a little bit too hard.

as per usual, senju came that day when the home was quiet. she tiptoed into the house so she won't wake up the baby, entering the maternity room silently while glancing at you who's sitting on a chair. senju gestured the lunch she has in her hand and pushed her head towards the kitchen. you nodded and walked slowly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping baby.

"here y/n, chinese. just like you love em!" she opened the plastic container but your usual enthusiasm when you saw food wasn't there. you blankly stared at the food, not saying anything.

"y/n? what's wrong? if you don't like it i cab buy something else, there's a new place right -"

"why are you doing all of this senju? what's the reason of it?"

"what do you mean? im doing this because i care about you"

"and that's all? nothing else?" your eyes looked at hers, finding an answer. senju wasn't stupid, she knew she liked you too but her feelings got the better of her. she's afraid of rejections. she's afraid if she suggests something else that is too fast, you might slip between her grasps.

"yes, that's all" she said ultimately. your tears were threatening to fall as you stood up and went back inside to your room but you felt a strong grip on your wrist.

"i like you a lot y/n. everytime i look at the baby, i think it's mine. i take care of it like it's my baby. i take care of you because i feel like you're mine. like a partner or something. its not just about caring, there's more to it but i don't want to scare you away"

"scare me away? i have seen horrible things senju, scaring me is the last thing you would do"

"i wanna marry you! y/n! would you marry me?!" her abrupt confession stunned you but not for long when you heard your daughter crying again. senju kneeled beside you and took out a red box. you gasped when you realize what the box contains.

"will you marry me y/n?"

years later your daughter has grown up so fast it doesn't feel like it's already been six years. you have married senju when she asked you to, and now the two of you have both retired from brahman and is now peacefully residing in a modest home.

your six year old daughter has been nothing but an angel and today marks the first day where she goes to kindergarten. "mommy! mommy hurry im gonna be late!" your daughter bounced in her seat, sandwich untouched but her school bag already on. "now baby eat your sandwich or you're gonna be hungry. i know you're excited but how are you gonna make friends if you're hungry right?" your wife said while combing her hair back.

your daughter gobbled the sandwich while still bouncing in her seat and excitedly jumped out from her chair. she insisted they have to go now or she won't have any friends. you were trying so hard not to cry, watching your baby grow up so fast. "okay, now what did mommy say?"

"make friends and be nice! if they're mean, kick their butt!" your daughter giggled. you were glaring at senju who acted nonchalant because that was for sure her influence. the both of them bid you goodbye and soon enough it was already noon where your daughter would come home from her first day in kindergarten.

when you heard the car honking, you dropped the dishes you were doing and ran to the door. your daughter jumped to hug you while happily swinging her feet. "mommy i made so many friends!"

she spent the whole day telling what she did, how her teacher looked like, how she had so many friends. she didn't take a nap at all, so when its finally nighttime she finally was knocked out on her bed. senju placed a blanket on her tiny body, kissing her forehead.

"she's a bit lonely don't you think?" you asked.

"yeah. maybe we can get her a puppy or something so she can have a friend to be energetic with"

"what about another sibling?" senju stopped her actions and stared at you. "but we can't?"

"adoptions available darling, i've seen a an orphanage nearby. kids there are nothing but sweet, think we could? adopt one of them?"

"im okay with it as long as you're okay with it too. but what about her?"

"oh i think she's gonna like having some company" you smiled at senju while she kissed the top of your head. your six year old is nothing but an angel, she'd love having another sibling. so the next morning, while she was in kindergarten, the two of you visited the orphanage and saw many kids from all ages. there was this boy who had white lashes like senju but facial structures as yours. he was seven years old, entered the orphanage when's he's three. the two of you agreed to bring him home, to love him, to take care of him like he's your own.

"ma'am? where are we going?"

"oh you poor thing, see we adopted you so now we can go home together. also you don't need to call us ma'am anymore okay? you can call us mommy or mama or anything you like" you glanced at the mirror, watching as the boy teared up but quickly gained composure and wiped his tears. "mom would be nice.." he whispered. you held hands with senju while her other hand was driving, thinking that you two had made the correct choice.

"okay so this is your new home. what do you think?"

"this..? it's so cool! ma- i mean mom, do i have my own room?"

"yeah it's this one. i don't know if you like blue but i just-"

"it's so cool mom! thankyou.." the enthusiastic child sat on the bed while still trying to wipe his tears away. you approached him and took out a tissue to wipe his snot "no need to thank me. if it's anything, i should thank you for existing in my life. now my life feels one thousand times better"

the boy hugged you and you hesitantly hugged back but you felt senju joining in the hug, making the session feel a bit warmer, comfier and feels a lot like home.

[spinningbagel]

what are your biggest shooter headcanons

also what do you think about his character while we’re at it

(Going in reverse with how I answer these questions)

Ima be honest, brutally so maybe. But I think his character in canon was pretty useless. Not completly so, he saved the gang from having to search through an enitre recipe book. But when I think of him and try to think of things that he's done that I've found memorable I draw a blank. Sure he helps out with things but other than that he doesn't...do much. Maybe it's because the show is mainly focused around Sheriff thus creating more shallow characters or maybe it's something else. I enjoy his character yes, but I still feel like there could've been room for more for him. He gets one episode in the show thats about him & him becoming less dependent on tech (though it seems to not stick alot by the end) and that little portion where hes talking about how videogames basically ruined opportunities for him. Like idk,, getting married??? Idk. You'd think for someone part of the main group, he'd feel a little less shallow as a character.

For headcanons, I've basically adopted mine off of Polar & his writing, mainly the trans & omni Shooter but also the two mums thing. I love 'em (hence my adoption of them) but I also really like the HC/idea of him being blind in the right(? I think it's right idk I still get L & R confused) because bro is wearing what I like to call a glorified eyepatch and its like,, never brought up?? Like,, can he see?? Is it just a decorative thing?? Does it have a use?? *SHakes show around like a ragdoll* GIVE ME ANSWERS!!11!11!

Thats all I have to offer you my friend, hope this answers your question in a semi-understandable way!