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morganski-19 · 2 months

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The One with the Child

Robin and Nancy walk into the café after a long day of work. Stopping when they see Jonathan sitting on the couch reading a book with a toddler sitting next to him, playing with a toy. They share a confused look before walking around the couch.

“Hey Jon,” Nancy leads.

Jonathan looks up from his book. “Oh, hey guys. How was work?”

“Uh, fine,” Nancy says, still confused. “Just one, tiny, quick question.”

“Whose child is that?” Robin points at the toddler looking up at them with big eyes.

“Oh, right, this is Argyle’s niece, Stella. He’s in the bathroom, so I’m watching her for a minute.”

Robin flops on the armchair. “Oh, thank God. I thought that was just a random kid.”

Jonathan gives her a weird look. “Did you think I just stole a child? What gave you the impression that I would do that?”

Robin shrugs. “Someone could have just left the child here. You don’t know. That happens. You would be surprised how many times Steve has had to stay afterschool to sit with a kid whose parent forgot to come pick them up.”

“To be fair, my mom did that a few times when I was a kid.” Nancy pulls one of the other chairs closer. “Only a few times though.”

“My mom did that too. Happens when you’re a single mom.”

Argyle comes back from the bathroom, hair braided down his back. “Hey dudes. You meet Stella?” He sits down on the couch, Stella grabbing his arm and hiding behind it. “She’s a bit shy.”

“Robin thought I stole her.”

Robin makes a high-pitched noise. “I did not. I thought you were picked by a lazy parent to be entrusted with their child. That is far different than stealing.”

“Still doesn’t make it any better.”

Robin rolls her eyes, getting up to go order a coffee at the bar.

“Which sister is Stella’s mom?” Nancy asks, trying to change the conversation.

Argyle tries to get Stella to loosen her grip on his arm but fails. “Julia. She has a job interview in the city today so I’m watching her.”

“And you brought her here?” Robin sits back down with her coffee.

“Hey, this is a family friendly establishment until seven and by then she will be back with her mom. She should be done soon to come pick her up.”

Eddie walks into the café, waving as he orders a coffee at the bar. Doing a double take when he sits down, eyes wide.

“I know I’ve only known you guys for like a year but none of you had a secret kid, right?”

“No, this is my sister’s kid. I’m watching her for a few hours.”

Eddie relaxes in his seat. “Oh, thank God. I could not have dealt with that twice in one week.”

Nancy perks up. “Twice?”

“Yeah, remember my buddy Jeff from high school. Apparently, him and his girl are expecting. Sent me into a whole crisis.”

“Oh, that’s why you were cleaning your room a few days ago.”

“I’m offended that’s why you think I was cleaning, but you’re correct.”

“Why were you having a crisis?” Robin asks over her coffee. “It’s not like we’re not at an age where people we know start having kids.”

Eddie makes a large gesture. “That’s why I was having a crisis. It was the first one of my friends that is taking that next step in life. While I’m still stuck between two jobs, not in a relationship, and a giant fucking mess. Sorry,” he apologizes to Argyle.

“She’s two, she doesn’t know what that word means,” Argyle assures.

Steve comes into the café and sits on the chair next to Eddie. Covering his face in his hands. “If I see another first grader, it’ll be too soon.”

“Bad day.” Robin gives him a sympathetic look.

Steve nods. “Three kids had to be sent to the nurse because they were sick. Three, like visibly sick. They shouldn’t have even been sent in at all. And then the rest were just on edge and didn’t want to settle down after recess. And.” He finally spots Stella on the couch. “One of your sister’s kids?”

Argyle nods. “Yeah. Her mom should be here soon, so don’t worry.”

“I said first graders for a reason. They are monsters. What’s her name?”

“Stella. Do you want to say hi?” he asks her. Stella gives Steve a small wave.

Steve melts a little bit. “You have just made my whole day, Stella.”

A woman who looks a little like Argyle walks into the café. Argyle notices her and stands, picking up Stella from the couch. “Hey, Jules. How was the interview?”

“Pretty good. Thanks for watching her again, I appreciate it.” She takes Stella out of Argyle’s arms. “Did you have a good time with Uncle Argyle?” Stella nods into her mother’s shoulder. “Hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

Argyle shakes his head. “Not at all. Right Jon?”

“Yeah, not at all.”

Julia nods, finally realizing the rest of the group.

“Oh right, Julie, these are my friends. You’ve met some of them. Dudes, this is my sister Julia.”

The group gives a mix of greetings before going back to separate conversations. Julia says hello back before Argyle walks her out of the café.

“It was seriously no trouble watching her, it was nice to see her. And you.”

“I know. Wish I could stay more, but we got to get back.”

“If you need a place to stay, you can chill at our place. I’ll take the couch so you can have a bed.”

Julia shakes her head. “That sweet but I didn’t pack an overnight bag. If we leave now, we might make it before the next rush hour. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you and Jon.”

“Nonsense. You know you’re always welcome at our place.”

“When are you two finally going to cut the crap and get together already. The whole family’s been waiting for it.”

Argyle groans. “Tell me there’s not a betting pool.”

“You already know the answer to that.”

“Jesus. I’m not sure we even ever will. He’s like the first best friend I’ve ever had, I don’t want to lose him over some stupid feelings.”

Stella coos, grabbing at her mom’s hair. “We should go before she starts getting fussy. For what it’s worth, I don’t think you will. You might not believe me, but there’s more hope than you think there is. From an outsider’s perspective.”

“So, I can blame you when everything goes up in flames. Nice.” Julie gently slaps his arm. “Call me when you get back, alright.”

“I will. Wave goodbye to Uncle Argyle, Stella.”

“Bye, bye,” Steve whispers with a small wave.

Argyle smiles. “Bye, Stella. Nice seeing you both.”

They walk down the street to where Julia parked as Argyle returns to the café.

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creative-heart · 21 days

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"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter five: “In the dark, we’re barely hanging on”

Lucia’s notes: We finally getting rid of Lucas! yaayy, so in advance, this is gonna be kind of a sad chapter, also, we’re approaching the end of this wonderful fic, only 2 more chapters to go. The section that is completely in italics are Y/N’s memories.

Playlist:

Happier than ever- Billie Eilish

Atlantis- Seafret

Lose you to love me- Selena Gomez

Somewhere only we know- Keane

Traitor- Olivia Rodrigo

Flicker- Niall Horan

Bigger than the whole sky- Taylor Swift

Content Warning: Break up, angst, sadness, drinking (not too heavily).

Word Count: 1.9k

After that night with Esteban, Y/N knew exactly what she needed to do, the blonde had to admit that this was a decision long overdue, it had just taken her to get to this point to realize it. Mastering all the courage she had she called Lucas “Hey, can you come to the apartment? we need to talk” she said as soon as she heard the phone click when her boyfriend picked up the phone.

“Hello, what is there to talk about?” Y/N rolled her eyes at his reply “just come over Lucas” she hung up pacing around the living room her bags already packed by the couch, she was decided to leave, where to, she had absolutely no idea, it wasn’t like she was going to go back to her parents, that door had closed long ago, she couldn’t turn to Amelia either, they might be friends, but she was Lucas’ sister at the end of the day. Y/N kept pacing around until she felt the turn of the keys in the door and stopped in her tracks taking a deep breath before he saw the guy’s face walk into what used to be their shared home.

“Well.. I’m here, wanted to talk? talk, I’ve got plans” Lucas crossed his arms over his chest. Y/N took a deep breath facing him and raised an eyebrow trying to keep the best poker face she could master.

“I think we need to break up, I’m done and tired of feeling like a fly on the wall for you, you haven’t turned to look at me all but twice in the past year almost. You think I don’t know how you’ve been talking to Alma all these years we’ve been together? and no, before you say anything, I didn’t need to go through your phone, but you’re way too obvious. You’ve never let me be myself, whatever I did was wrong, wasn’t good enough”- damn it- she cursed at herself internally when she felt the tears brimming her eyes through her well rehearsed speech. The girl looked away to wipe at her eyes before turning back around. “I deserve more than this, I don’t deserve feeling like the last option on your life, like you’d rather be anywhere but home with me, I’m tired Lucas, I loved you, damn it, even if you don’t deserve it, in some stupid, sad, twisted way I still do. And I do thank you for everything you gave me when we got together, you showed me who I could be, I don’t know what changed, but it’s too late.” Y/N looked at the tall guy frozen in his spot, absolutely gobsmacked blinking slowly “We’re done Lucas, I’m leaving, pease don’t come after me” she whispered grabbing her things and walking out the door as her keys to the apartment rested on the table beside the door.

The brunette turned around looking at her back “wait….Y/N, we can work through this, I’m sure” he said softly, not that he really cared about her, but his family thought she was wife material and her trustfund was pretty steep. Y/N the Hazel eyed girl turned around once more and he knew, he knew then and there that there was nothing left in there for him, she felt nothing.

Y/N walked out dragging her luggage after her and started walking down the street, not too sure where to. She just knew she needed to get as much distance between her and that apartment as humanly possible; as she walked her mind alternated between playing over images of her relationship with Lucas, how the whole situation had unfolded over the years.

Y/N had just transferred universities to go to law school in the big city, coming from a small town, this had been the plan since she was a kid, she wasn’t too sure if it was hers or her parents plan, but it was the plan. As she walked into her first class, she saw a handsome guy, slightly older than her standing at the front of the room and she headed over “excuse me, is this criminal law 101?” she said barely above a whisper. The guy looked at her, gorgeous brown hair paired with piercing blue eyes, she felt the air escape her lungs. “Yes it is, take a seat, we’re about to begin”, handsome eyes turned out to be the student teacher assistant, Lucas was his name.

After a few months of just looking at each other across the room in class, he walked up to her after class and smiled “would you go out for a drink with me?” and that’s where it all started. Sweet nothings whispered in her ear wherever they went, holding Y/N while she cried after her parents told her that she would no longer be their daughter if she dared drop out of Law School to pursue photography, he had held her up when she thought she was gonna fall to her knees.

Y/N didn’t know when, or how, but she had started crying again her tears falling freely down her cheeks, but she wasn’t sure why, she knew breaking up was the right move, she was better off without Lucas. The blonde didn’t realize how she had made her way to Esteban’s building, she looked at the doorbell panel and saw his name pressing the button hoping he’d be home and he’d be available.

“Hello?” she heard his sweet voice over the com and her heart skipped a bit “is anyone there?” shit, she hadn’t replied “Kuku, it’s….it’s me, Y/N” she hiccuped into her end of the com “are you busy? can I please come in?” she whispered.

“Sweetie, are you crying? oh god, of course, come on in” he buzzed the door opened and once he heard the click of the door closing behind her he went and opened the apartment door waiting for her. As soon as Y/N stepped out of the elevator, suitcases behind her and eyes red with tears he frowned and went over hugging her “Hey hey, what happened babe?” the older man said quietly walking them back into the apartment taking the luggage with him, he walked them both to the couch before going to get a cup of tea for Y/N “what happened Y/N/N? wanna talk about it?”

Y/N looked up at the brown eyed man for the first time since stepping out of the elevator, tears still streaming down her cheeks like rivers and she hated herself for crying like that. She nodded softly “it’s over” the younger whispered “I finally broke up with Lucas” she gulped thick pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes as to suppress the tears to keep erupting. Kuku couldn’t help but feel relieved and almost happy for that to be over, he knew it wasn’t okay, he could tell Y/N was suffering and he wanted to take that away from her, but he was happy about her being single as he handed her the tea and sat down “I have nowhere to go now Kuku” she whispered taking a sup of the tea “I left the apartment, cause it was his name on the lease, and I can’t go to Amelia’s obviously, I can’t go back home to my parents, another of my friends isn’t in a place to take me in, I don’t know what I’m gonna do” Y/N said looking down into the mug swirling it gently.

“You may think this is a bit out there and crazy….but you could always stay here, I don’t mind, you can take my room, I can either sleep here on the couch, or even go to one of the guy’s places, maybe Mati or Fran” Kuku smiled sheepishly “you can stay as long as you want or need to get back on your feet” Y/N didn’t even dare looking at him, she knew too well what kuku’s eyes did to her on this short time of knowing eachother, not like she was in the mood for much right now, but he melted her heart away. Y/N stayed silent for a while, she really liked the idea of sharing a place with this sweet man, but she knew it was way too risky, after what seemed like an eternity for the sweet eyed man, she looked back up to him.

“I don’t wanna be alone tonight, but I would really appreciate it if you could…please don’t feel imposed, go to one of the guys places after, if you don’t want to, or can’t just let me know and I’ll for sure get another place to stay” Y/N downed the rest of her tea as Esteban shook his head “nonesense, you stay here as long as you want” he smiled softly rubbing her back and his touch felt like a warm blanket over her, it always felt so protective and she could stay like this forever. Y/N looked at him and smiled softly “Thank you so much, would it be possible to take a warm shower? I got kinda cold” the older man nodded and pointed her to the bathroom.

That night, after Y/N fell asleep in his arms while watching a movie to try and help her distract herself from the events of that day, Esteban stood up carefully picking the petite girl in his arms walking to his bedroom to lay her down as he tucked her in and kissed her forehead he stood back to his full height grabbing a few things to go settle on the couch for the night and he heard a sleepy voice say quietly “sleep with me please?” God every new thing he discovered about her drove him even more insane, that sweet soft sleepy voice and how angelic she looked while sleeping, he could never say no to this woman and so he laid down with her still fully clothed, he didn’t want her to get the wrong impression as she nuzzled back against him he kissed her head closing his eyes letting her always drunkening scent to wash over him lulling him to sleep.

Four days had gone by and he had been staying with Mati and Male to give Y/N some space, but today, encouraged by the pair he decided to go check in on the blonde girl taking some comfort chinese food with him, if she was anything like Male had suggested, she was probably not eating much. Esteban made his way to his place and knocked ont he apartment door. Soon enough Y/N opened the door, messy bun in her hair, pjs consisting of an old scooby doo t-shirt that was way too big on her and some baggy sweatpants, her eyes widened when she saw the guy standing at the door and she tried fixing her hair “kuku… I …I didn’t except you to come over, come on in”. The guy chuckled softly walking into his place and looked at her “No, you clearly weren’t, sorry to come unannounced, I just wanted to check on you, I’ve brought chinese takeout, and we can order some ice cream after if you want, I know how much you like salted caramel and chocolate” Y/N turned around smiling for the first time in days, how did he remember that? they’d only had ice cream a couple of times.

As she made some place on the coffee table she looked at the guy again “pick out something to watch? I’ll go get something to put the food in” she took the bag from the tall man and disappeared into the kitchen. If Esteban wasn’t mistaken, the smile she gave him right then wasn’t the same she always had, this was different, and he really wanted to discover more behind it, with no one standing between them, he knew he had to start acting soon, but he didn’t want to rush her into something she wasn’t up to. This was definitely screwing with his head.

P.S: I cringed so bad at this chapter god, so sorry, but it was necessary. Also credits to @cafekitsune for the awesome scene dividers.

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imaginedreamwrite · 9 months

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Happier Than Ever

Part 2: Welcome To Mexico!

The woman waiting for you in the small booth in the quiet dead-end diner, had been waiting for you after your shift. You’d seen her twice before in the hospital, once when you had treated her for minor injuries, and the second time when she had returned to talk to you.

The first time she mentioned being a nurse who worked for a greater cause had piqued your interest. You were 6 months out of your nursing degree, 6 months working in a busy hospital with a steady stream of emergency patients that came in like a revolving door. She was one of them, though you wondered why she hadn’t gone to one of the smaller hospitals in the area, for faster treatment.

When she had returned to speak with you in the empty stairwell of the hospital, she had made the proposition to do something more. She hadn’t alluded to what she meant when she said initially, however a longer stint into the conversation, and she’d revealed enough.

The job was working as a medic, or nurse, for a multinational joint special services task force that was stationed around the world. The job would take you everywhere the squadron you were working with went, and there was no guarantee that you’d be coming back alive.

“You’re not a soldier, not technically. You’re a medic, a nurse, and your job is to keep them alive to the best of your ability until they can reach a doctor out of the combat zone.” That was the job, a dictated career, running behind soldiers as they ran into fire.

“You’ll be thrown into 6 weeks of basic training. You’ll be learning to survive under the watch of one of the best American soldiers currently in this task force. You’ll learn everything you need to, to become a soldier, but you will specifically be classed as a medic. Furthermore, you will be given a test to earn your rank, it starts with cadet and then sergeant. However, you are not technically a soldier. Your expectations are to keep them alive, to make sure they can reach a doctor.”

The second meeting could have changed your mind, when she went into little details about what to expect. You would go through the same training as a hopeful soldier, you would be put through the same rigorous physical and mental training.

Furthermore, you would be taught commands and how to handle a weapon, you would be sent through more rigorous medical training than you received in school.

The choice was yours, and you were given two weeks to decide. Two weeks to decide whether you wanted to continue working in a busy city ER, where you would be rundown and worn out, or choose to join this task force. A task force where you would be shot at, threatened or kidnapped, possibly even die on the streets of wherever you were fighting.

You’d be in the face of death, a prospect that most people your age wouldn’t dare think about. You, however, had wanted to do this.

Now, after the first two meetings, she was back, and she was sitting across from you in a dingy and shitty diner, offering the job to you again. Her name was Kate Laswell, a woman with an impressive military career of her own, a career that had made her as many friends as it had enemies.

“Have you considered what this means? You will be heading into active war zones, you will be heading into hell without a guarantee that you’ll make it back.” She had sat across from you after those two weeks, you could have reconsidered, giving you the chance to deny her offer or accept.

If you’d declined, she would find someone else. If you accepted, you’d be sent for basic training within days for 6 weeks to learn how to survive.

“I want to do this, I’ve decided to accept your offer.” In the booth across from her wearing dirty hospital scrubs where you were exhausted and drained, you’d taken the offer handed to you.

“I’ll offer your congratulations when you complete your training.” Kate Laswell had given you the order for basic training, and you had left within days, like she had told you previously.

6 weeks of basic training, specifically under combat lieutenant Alex Keller. He had run you through basic training as directed by Kate Laswell, more than once driving you nearly to a breaking point. He had pushed as hard as he could, even further beyond what your limit had been, intending to prepare you for what was coming.

When you weren’t being trained by lieutenant Keller, you were in the military base’s hospital, working through every possible scenario to give you a leg up on what you could possibly face on these missions you would be heading on.

For 6 weeks you were put through it all and at the end, when you’d taken every necessary test to pass and earn your rank, Laswell had offered you that congratulations.

After your training and taking your necessary tests, you had successfully become a private, a nurse with the 141.

Time had passed like a bullet train, sending you surging through one mission after the other, until three were already under your belt.

But by 25, you were heading on your fourth mission with Ghost & Soap specifically, heading to Las Almas. The orders were given by Captain Price to the three of you, with the understanding that you would be in contact with both Colonel Vargas & Sergeant Major Parra upon arriving.

The mission was clear, hunt down and find Hassan who was hiding in the region of Mexico that was clearly overrun by corrupt police and military bought by Las Almas Cartel. Or that is what intelligence had offered before the three of you left for the region, the contact between Laswell and Captain price had set you up for this mission.

“Keep your head up. Las Almas is corrupt, don’t place your trust in the wrong people.” It wasn’t a sentiment that was saved just for Las Almas, it was a fact everywhere you’d gone.

“You ready for this?” Soap nudged your foot with his own, stirring you from your mental escape with his Scottish accent. “You look nervous.”

“I’m fine!” You called back over the noise of the engine, reiterating the position you’d taken as the medic, and translator. “I’ll be fine!”

Between the two of them, Sergeant MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley, you were far closer to Soap. There was a relationship that was comparable to being brother and sister, a friendship that was built through your time spent together on missions, and on base.

Ghost was closed off from the majority of people he had met, his cold heart guarded and kept tightly bound to himself. You’d been told, reassured likely, that while Ghost hadn’t trusted you entirely, he wouldn’t let you die in a gunfight. It was dispelled your anxiety to know that he would protect you if it came down to it, his role as your teammate accepted at the very least.

“Don’t lie to yourself! It’s normal to be nervous!” Soap had called back to you, adjusting his hold on the knife in his hands as he reviewed it.

He was good at quelling your anxiousness, at resolving your inner conflict. You had been on three missions now, but compared to the rest of the squad, you were practically a baby.

“I’ll be fine!” You reiterated, adjusting the throat mic that was around your neck. It was one of your habits, the fidgeting that had helped calm you before a mission. “I’ll be okay!”

“Mexico below us!” The pilot of the chopper spoke, his voice coming through the piece set in your ear, the clear wire wrapped around the back of your ear. “We’re coming to Las Almas in 10!”

The back of the chopper heralded no windows, yet you could almost picture the views in your mind. Though you’d never been to Mexico, Johnny was right in that you’d always wanted to go. Not like this, however, and you’d always wanted to be right on the shorelines near the ocean.

This was not ideally how you wanted to see the country, and if you survived this mission, you would make sure you came back to see those beautiful beaches. Without the threat of death and the weight of this mission overhanging your head. Even if you weren’t anything but a medic, a nurse to patch them up, if they had failed then so would you.

“Head up, private!” Ghost drew your attention to himself, the skeleton mask covering his face had only allowed you to be able to see his piercing green eyes, and even then, only the whites and irises were visible. The skin around his eyes was obscured with black war paint, giving him another layer of intensity and deadliness.

“What’s that say on your wrists?” Soap questioned you, the soulmate identifying words were in Spanish, not English.

You looked down at the words as they were almost faded and light. Once you’d met your soulmates and those specific words were spoken, your soulmate identifying marks would become emboldened and vibrant.

“This one,” you raised your right arm, directing his attention to the words stained lightly, “says Maldito cabrón! Which means, you fucking cunt.”

Soap’s laugh was echoing in the back of the chamber, his amusement at the swear words in Spanish had almost met your own. Thankfully, you had only gotten your soulmate identifying marks when you were 19 instead of a child.

“And the other?” He leaned forward, the knife he’d been playing with was set beside him with his elbows on his knees. “Tell me it’s something good.”

You lowered your right arm and raised your left, gazing at the same kind of faded, light lettering. “Maldito hijo de puta, means Damn son of a bitch.”

“You wonder what yours will be?” Soap’s question had come along with the pilot’s voice, warning you that you were about to touch down.

“Knowing me,” you shifted your weight as you sat, your thumbs slipping beneath the shoulder straps of your black reinforced Kevlar vest, “something stupid like ‘stubbed my fucking toe’.”

Soap’s laughter echoed again, sharing your sentiment with a nod of his head. He agreed that you would say something stupid like that, something shitty, when you had curse words on your wrists. His laughter had been overshadowed by the chopper jerking lightly as it touched ground.

Soap had stood first, grabbing his knife and shoving it back into it holster. He raised his hand and braced his palm against the wall, nudging you with his boot again. In silence, you grabbed your kit and slung it over your shoulder, the heavy canvas smacking against your hip.

“Las Almas,” Soap grinned at you, smirking as the back of the chopper dropped open, and you got your first view of the colonel and sergeant major, “welcome to Mexico, kid.”

“Shut up, Johnny.” You rolled your eyes and stepped in line behind him, moving toward the exit of the chopper.

Even from the ramp, you could feel the heat of the Mexican air. It was stagnant and hot, the sun beating down on the tarmac. Maybe twenty feet from the edge of the chopper’s ramp were the two soldiers you were supposed to be meeting, Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra.

From what you could see, both men appeared to be on par with Soap when it came to their height, if not a few inches shorter.

Of the men who were standing side by side, one had thick dark hair that was pushed back out of his face with the side cropped close, and the other had thick dark hair that seemed a tad longer than his counterpart. However, instead of having the sides close cut, his had seemed to be brushed back.

“Alejandro!” Soap stepped off the ramp, greeting the colonel with earnest. You’d followed, walking behind Ghost and Soap with your bag of supplied tucked against your hip.

“Sergeant MacTavish!” Colonel Vargas met you three halfway between the chopper and their humvee’s in the background, stopping to shake Soap’s hand.

“Call me Soap.” Johnny made the pleasant exchange, glancing toward Ghost as he prepared to make further introductions.

“Lieutenant,” Colonel Vargas’ attention had drifted toward Ghost, glancing over the other soldier who you’d been assigned to, “Laswell says they call you Ghost.”

“Actually, I think he prefers—“ Johnny started speaking, looking back at Ghost and almost immediately getting cut off by him.

“That’ll do!” Ghost’s thick British accent hung in the air, and then you felt eyes on you.

Brown and intense with warmth, you had initially expected.

“This is our medic,” Soap directed his attention toward you, introducing you with the same kind of respect that he’d introduced Ghost with, despite your obvious difference in rank, “Private L/N! A nurse!”

“You come with your own medic?” The question was raised and attention had fallen from you quickly, Alejandro Vargas focusing on the two men to your left and right. “Welcome to the “city of souls”.”

Your stomach flipped unexpectedly, nerves possibly from being on the ground finally.

This was the start of it all, the mission that wouldn’t end until Ghost & Soap found their target, or you were called home. This was your fourth mission now and while you were still inexperienced compared to the other two, you had been getting your grounding when it came to being in the midst of such chaos and strife.

This however, felt different.

“Never been to Mexico!” Soap nudged you, tilting his head to get you to follow him and Ghost.

“This isn’t Mexico…this Las Almas.” Alejandro had raised his arms, stretching his hands out to direct your attention to the tarmac and the heat that had radiated from the intense heat.

For a moment, you had tuned out the conversation as you took a long look around. The scenery beyond this place was beautiful, the hills and the endless blue sky that seemed unhindered by clouds. It was a sight that you’d wished you could have seen in different circumstances.

“My base is your base.” Alejandro had addressed Ghost and Soap while you followed behind, trying to do another mental check of what you’d need, and what you’d packed.

“Good. Now, where’s Hassan?” Ghost’s voice had an edge, one that had caught your attention.

“Cartel safe house, not far from here.” Alejandro approached one of two Humvee’s, looking back at the three of you with his intense brown eyes. “Get in.”

The door was opened and Johnny got in first, sliding all the way to the left of the back seat, settling himself against the leather. You were next to slide in, following him, and slipped your med bag around your shoulders, dropping it to the floor between your feet.

“Vamos. ¡Vamos a movernos!” Colonel Vargas addressed his men with a sharp whistle, directing them with a single command.

The door had been shut and Sergeant Major Parra had started the vehicle with the push of a button, the Humvee coming to life within a moment. As Parra hd started drive following the first vehicle, Alejandro had turned his head to look at the three of you, introducing you.

“This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas…” The statement made you turn your head, glancing at Ghost with a natural reaction to laugh under your breath, however you had kept it to yourself.

“You know Spanish?” Alejandro asked the three of you, though you’d barely been able to open your mouth to speak before Soap cut you off, answering for you.

“No.” Soap flashed you a look, a warning with a single look.

You knew that Captain Price had assigned you to act as translator, however Soap and Ghost hadn’t yet wanted to let that information slip. Not yet, at least.

“You will…” Alejandro spoke with a smirk on his face, the Humvee pulling away from the airport, the chopper left behind momentarily.

“Welcome to Mexico, private.” Soap nudged you, a smirk of his toying on his lips.

#alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas #Alejandro Vargas x female!Reader #Alejandro Vargas x reader x Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro Vargas x nurse!Reader x Rudy Parra #Rudy Parra x reader #Rudy Parra x female!Reader #Rudy Parra x reader x Alejandro Vargas #happier than ever series #happier than ever masterlist #happier than ever #happier than ever part 2

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Miraculous AITA: I refused to let my son have a birthday party and then turned his best friend into a monster, AITA?

Butterfly Designer I am simply a poor father trying to look after my son as a single parent after the tragic loss of my wife last year. But he has been so rebellious lately. Wanting to go to school. Wanting to spend time with plebeians. It's more than I can handle sometimes.

So without my permission and ignoring my busy timetable, he actually invited one of those philistine classmates of his that he insists is a "friend" despite knowing nothing about him, and that boy actually takes up my time to ask me about throwing a birthday party!

My son doesn't need a birthday party! It would be too dangerous with too many unknown persons and it would require even more of my time. Besides, I've already let him go to school despite him having run away from home twice to do so. If anything, he should be grounded, but I have been magnanimous and given in to his teenage whims.

The "friend" left in a huff and I rushed to my evil lair to send out a corrupted butterfly to give him powers to attack the city and try to steal magical jewelry from my teenage arch enemies and the boy just sent all of the adults in the city into space.

Am I the "asshole", as it were?

clevergirl993 HOLY CRAP, YTA! What the hell is wrong with you, man?

Monkieboy YTA. I can't figure out which of those makes you the bigger ahole, but you definitely are one.

10BIT The monster-turning. Definitely the monster turning.

CheeseMeister I wouldn't be so sure about that...

macarons4life Why are you attacking the city? Why are you fighting CHILDREN? YTA YTA YTA!

saltysaltingsalter Are you serious? Your kid ran away from home twice just to go to school? Not to do drugs or join gangs, but to to to SCHOOL? Children either run away from home to get away from a bad situation or because they want to avoid rules. They don't run to school of all places! That's pretty telling that there are more issues in the home than you're saying, even though your words here already say enough. YTA.

Captain:D Am I the only one more concerned with the whole "supervillain" bit than the birthday party issue? I mean, YTA either way but one of these is significantly more important than the other.

Marciel How do you even think you need to ask this? WHY would you ask this? YTA of course, but still!

LadybugOfficial Wait—HAWK MOTH?!

ChatNoirOfficial He has a son? Wow, I feel bad for whoever that kid is.

LadyWifi That's horrible! And you're horrible! The only way you could be worse is if you didn't get him a birthday gift either! YTA!

Butterfly Designer That's what my secretary is for.

TooTiredForThis Your secretary sounds wonderful and deserves a raise.

StyleQueen NTA. It's not like children need birthdays anyway.

kamenvictory Did you miss the part where he's turning people into monsters?

StyleQueen At least they look better that way.

Polka-bug You can't have that much taste if you honestly think anyone looks better like this!

DJ_Cap Hey, OP, what's your address? I just want to talk.

#ml fic #ml aita #ml funny #hawk moth is an idiot #doing this for fun #because why not?#if Miraculous had AITA

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AMIGAS Y CHISME PODCAST

pairing: rutger mcgroarty x cami flores

notes: WELCOME TO MY NEW AU! pls do not think about the timeline of things described in this!! I am aware it might not make sense!! like always, please excuse any errors or inaccuracies.

cami & rut

Cami was in Los Angeles for the week which meant meeting up and working with all of her internet friends. She was most excited to meet with her friend Angie, who had her podcast, Amigas y Chisme, and wanted to record an episode with her. Cami loved talking to all who would listen to her, so agreeing to go on the podcast was an easy yes.

“Hi, guys! Welcome or welcome back to Amigas y Chisme! I’m Angie and today I’m joined by a special guest, the amazing, talented Camila Sofia Flores,” Angie says with excitement.

“Oh, full name. Wow,” Cami says laughing. “Hi, guys! This has been a long time coming.”

“I know! You’ve gotta come out to L.A. more often.”

“Girl, I’ve got school. I think you forgot we didn’t all drop everything to move to the City of Angels,” she says, slightly mocking Angie.

“Bitch,” Angie responds, not taking offense at all. “But speaking of school, how is that? I barely graduated high school so I have no idea what college life is like.”

“Well, for those who don’t know, I’m a film major at the University of Michigan. But yeah, so far it’s been really good. I feel like I’m thriving over there.”

“Yeah, I wanted to bring that up. Why Michigan? I know you’re from Texas, so why not stay close to home? Cause I know Santi, your older brother, stayed in Texas.”

“Michigan wasn’t even on my radar if I’m being honest. But then I saw a clip of their gymnastics team and was like ‘Oh. I didn’t know they had all this.’ So I checked them out and eventually fell in love.

“And I knew that moving so far away would give me an independence that I never would have gotten if I stayed in Texas. It would've been like a fresh start. But I wasn’t completely alone. Lina, my bestest friend ever, is also at Michigan, we’re doing gymnastics together. I wouldn’t have been so confident in moving to Michigan if it weren’t for her.”

“Oh my god. I was also gonna bring up your whole gymnastics thing. How did that become your sport? I feel like I’m asking you all the things I should have asked you when we first became friends,” Angie says laughing.

“My mom put me in gymnastics when I was like 3 or 4. I was just a kid who was always tumbling and doing little flips on the couch so she looked up a gym near us. But I also started soccer when I was like 7, so I was just doing both and I loved it. But my gymnastics coach said I could have a lot of potential if I really put all my time and energy into it, so my mom made the choice to take me off my little youth soccer team and took me to a bigger, more serious gymnastics training center.”

“Oh, wow. I had no idea you started that young,” Angie says.

“Yeah, that coach told my mom that because I had an early start I could grow up to be good.”

“And it sure did. I have this list of your accomplishments that I will now be reading,” she says, clearing her throat. Cami starts laughing and covering her face, growing slightly red. “You were a three-time regional beam champion and a two-time regional floor champion. You were the regional champion on the vault and in the all-around. You won the state championship on the vault, beam, and floor twice.

“Now I don’t know what any of that means but I said the word champion a couple of times, so I know you’re good. Girl, you should be in the Olympics.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m that good. Even if I was, I don’t think I’d be able to handle that pressure.”

“Hmm, I think your mom would disagree,” Angie says laughing.

“Stop. Have you been talking to my mom? Dude I swear she thinks I’m the best gymnast in the world,” Cami replies. “I don’t know how she had time to come to many of my meets. All her other kids are in sports too.”

“That’s where I think your mom went right. Like I wish my mom put me in a sport when I was little. Maybe then I’d actually be doing something with my life,” Angie jokes.

“No, stop. Don’t even say that. I’m technically doing the same thing as you.” “And how did your mom react to that? Did you like ask her before you started posting or let her find out after?”

“Um, I definitely let her find out after I already posted a couple of videos,” Cami says laughing. “But it was very early on like I only had a couple thousand subscribers at the time and I was still in high school. She was very against it at the start. She was worried about my safety and was bringing up like every worst-case scenario. But I eventually got her to chill out and now she loves it. She loves being in the videos and even has her own TikTok now.”

“I see her videos all the time and I eat them up every single time. How did the rest of your family react?”

“My dad never really cared. Well, it wasn’t like he didn’t care, he just wasn’t as against it as my mom was. My dad’s always been that way, ‘As long as you’re safe and happy, I’m happy.’ Um, Santi didn’t care at the start but now he’s always like ‘I’m never in the videos anymore, my fans miss me.’ I always assure him that absolutely no one is missing him. And then the rest of my siblings were like ‘Okay?’ They didn’t care and weren’t interested in being in the videos at first. Except Cely. She’s always wanted to be in the videos, so I’m always taking her places with me.”

After reading the sponsors, Angie wants to find out more about Cami’s life in Michigan.

“So, as you know, I am all about the Chisme. I mean I created a whole podcast just so I can have an outlet for it. I am now going to ask you some questions and the goal of these questions is to try and get all the chisme out of you. Some are easy to answer and some might be more personal. Are you ready?”

“Damn, ok. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Okay, first question. Are you in a relationship?” she asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, I am,” Cami responds, already growing red.

“Please, tell us more. What’s his name? How did you meet? How did you get together? What’s he like? Please tell us all the details,” Angie says enthusiastically.

“You’re so annoying,” she replies laughing. “But, since you wanted to know so bad. His name is Rutger. [i made this next part up, don’t read too much into it :)] Um, we met on a random college tour. We were in different groups and passed by each other several times. We just walked past, gave each other a little smile but that was it. But then we ran into each other again in a dining hall. I got a closer look at him and thought he was cute but I was like whatever. I was with my mom and my sister and they went to get food so I was alone at a table. I was on my phone texting Lina cause she was going on the same tour later in the month.

“I remember I had just sent her a text when someone approached me and said hi. Surprise, surprise; it was Rut. I could tell he was nervous cause he kept messing with his hair and kept looking back at his table of friends. I was like ‘Hi?’ and he jumped straight into the small talk and asked me what I thought of the school. I remember we talked for a little bit and then suddenly he was like ‘I’m Rutger by the way.’ I introduced myself and he asked for my Insta. Now, I was a little hesitant to give it to him, cause I only had one account and it was the one connected to my YouTube. So he was gonna be able to see that I was verified and had all these followers and for some reason that was so embarrassing to me. But I sucked it up and gave it to him. We followed each other and then he said he had to go. And that was it.”

“Aww, that’s kinda cute,” Angie comments. “What did he think of your Instagram and YouTube?”

“He told me that he liked that I had it because it allowed him to learn more about me and my personality.”

“So how did you two get together?” “Well, he DM’d me the next day. And then from there, we talked like every day. We didn’t meet up again until a couple of months later during my spring break. He flew to Texas and asked me to be his girlfriend. He met my entire family, but he wasn’t nervous at all.” “Wait he flew to Texas, solely to ask you to be his girlfriend? Cami that is so fucking cute.”

“Well, yeah,” Cami says laughing. “He kept saying he wanted to see me again, so I told him to come. But when he got to Texas my parents were like ‘If you go out, take one of the kids with you.’” “So they wanted you guys to have a chaperone?”

“Yeah, kind of. We always took Emily cause she was too young to care.”

“Aww, love her. She’s the cutest thing ever. Okay, next question. What does a typical day in your life look like?”

“Ooh. Um, it’s different every day. I’m a morning person so I gladly wake up at 6:30. I wake up and then I usually go to the gym. It’s either the gym or Pilates. I’ve been going to Pilates for a long time now. Um, then I go back home and get some work done before practice. Practice is usually in the morning. My classes are usually in the afternoon or the evening. So I have the rest of the time to relax and hang out with friends and Rutger,” she adds with a cheeky smile.

“Okay, all I got from that is that I could never be an athlete. I hate working out.”

“Oh, not me. It just makes me feel really good. And it gives me something to do,” Cami adds with a laugh.

“Okay, this last question is unrelated to your life in Michigan, but more for my own curiosity. Who is your favorite sibling?”

“Now why would you ask me that?” she asks after a moment of silence.

“Hey, now. Don’t go questioning my interview skills. Answer the question,” she says with a smirk.

“Ugh, whatever. I don’t have one favorite, I have two: Gabi and Cely. But it’s okay cause Chente is Santi’s favorite and Emily is the youngest so she’s my parents’ favorite.” “Okay, I expected Cely cause obviously, but Gabi too? Really? Wow.” “Yeah. You would expect him to be like ‘I’m too cool for you now’ but he was never like that. He still likes going out with me on random errands. And Cely’s always been like that. They’re both my little buddies.”

“Oh wow. And that concludes this portion of our video. Everyone give it up for Cami. Whoo!” she says, clapping. “Before we go, we have to do something very important. As you know, you guys can call in and leave messages for us to listen to and we asked you guys to ask Cami for any advice you think she could give you. Let’s play the first message!”

A recording starts playing: “Hi Angie! Hi Cami! My name is Brisa and I’m a huge fan of you guys, I’ve been watching you for years. The thing I need advice from Cami on is how to convince my Mexican parents to let me go to college out of state. I live in Idaho but my dream school is Stanford. I know you moved from home to go to college and I was wondering how you went about it. At this point, anything helps. Thanks, love you guys!”

“Hi Brisa! What I did was I convinced one parent at a time. I knew my dad would be more open to the idea, so I tried convincing him first because then I already had someone on my side when I talked to my mom. I say pick your battles. Do your research. Have a plan for every little thing because most of the time they will question everything. But I also think I wasn’t like most cases. I went up to my mom and said ‘Look, you’re the one that signed me up for gymnastics and you’re the one that wanted me to be the best. Michigan is going to help me succeed.’ Also, tell your parents that Stanford is a stone's throw away from Idaho. Tell them it could be worse, California is closer than, like, New York or something.” “Okay, so what I got from that is guilt trip your parents,” Angie jokes.

“I mean if that’s what it takes,” Cami says, shrugging.

“Thank you, Brisa for submitting a message! Let’s play the second one.” The second recording starts playing: “Oh my god! Hi, amigas! I’m such a big fan of both of you. I’m Jackie and I am looking for relationship advice. My boyfriend and I are going through a rough patch right now and I guess I just wanted to ask how you and your boyfriend find time for each other and keep the relationship steady. We’re both really busy with school and he’s an athlete so we were considering if taking a break was the best thing right now. Any advice helps! Thanks, amigas, love you. Bye!”

“Hi, Jackie! I’m sorry you guys are going through that right now. First of all, I know everyone says this but it’s true, communicate. You guys need to be able to communicate how you’re feeling to each other without any judgment. I know how busy both your schedules can get but try your best to carve out that time to spend with each other. Show your support to each other. He needs to make sure that he’s showing you he cares about you and what you’re going through and you have to do the same to him. But I think taking a break can be healthy if it's done right. As long as you communicate and set your boundaries, you don’t have to be scared of taking a break. It shows your maturity as a couple that you recognized that maybe a little separation can do you some good. I hope you both figure this out and come out of this stronger than ever,” Cami finishes, throwing out a little heart to the camera.

“Thank you so much Brisa and Jackie for sending your messages. I hope Cami was able to help you guys out. But that is all we have for you today. Cami, thank you so much for joining me today. It was so much fun and I can’t wait for you to be back again.” “Thank you for having me! Next time you have to come to Michigan.” “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” she jokes. “Ok guys, I’ll see you next week. Go subscribe and follow all of Cami’s socials. I love you guys, bye!”

“Bye guys,” Cami says, giving the camera a wave.

#— cami&rut au #rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x cami flores #rutger mcgroarty fic

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a deviation in loyalties - part 1

The wizard cannot shake Eerkala’s words about what Old Cob is planning. What he has—at this point no doubt—already set in motion.

How many times can they be racing against the end of the spiral itself?

How many monsters crave to unmake the only thing holding their fragile existence together?

How much blood has to spill before it’s all over? Truly over.

They press their hand to Mirage’s spiral door, turning the key for Wizard City and despising that they have been called back in the midst of something that feels so much more important. They shouldn’t be doing this. Some part of them is growing slowly towards hating the council of light for being the reason they are still at Merle Ambrose’s beck and call. It isn’t that the Arcanum is much better but—

—well they’d take Ione over Ambrose at least a dozen times over.

At least she seemed to understand there was a level of urgency to their actions.

Still, they find themself standing again in that same office where they had first been sent off towards Unicorn Way. Much of what Ambrose says they already know, Malistaire’s journal has been their only real point of reference for the Schismists.

“I believe the initials to point towards young mister Grimwater—and I suspect this is why he has been missing since your return from Castle Darkmoor.”

The wizard thinks their heart actually stops for a second.

They stare at him.

“Duncan?” They say his name slowly, like they don’t understand.

Despite his involvement—though Ambrose doesn’t, can’t know about that—there just wasn’t any possibility for him to have been the one Malistaire was in contact with after Sylvia’s death. The idea was just… absurd.

“Yes, I’ve had Mellori looking for him and she managed to track him down only recently—I would like you to join her in confronting him, she is waiting for you in Olde Town.”

They blink.

Nod.

Swallow the immediate bubbling font of questions that raise with this whole line of thinking.

How on earth could Ambrose think it had been Duncan—in the beginning? At that start? As a child?

But then…

He had used them as a child, hadn’t he?

Why shouldn’t he assume the Schismists would do the same.

~*~

“So you tracked Duncan down?”

“Well, I may have heard from assistant Professor Ashthorn that he spent a lot of time on Triton Avenue with the Gryphonbane siblings—and then he showed me the magic academy in Dragonspyre—which you promised to do—where I met Suzie—and she might have said something about letting a certain someone use her and her brother’s vacant house.”

Of course Suzie had done that. The wizard shakes their head and swallows an exasperated laugh. Because of course telling Duncan Grimwater to go into hiding had just resulted in him camping out in the Gryphonbane’s home.

So while they walk, Mellori fills them in on her studies.

“I wish I could have been part of the Myth school here—I was raised by a Myth scholar after all.”

“Nah, you don’t.” The wizard replies, “Cyrus would eat you alive.”

“I could handle it!”

“Within my first week here, he tried to get me expelled twice, sent me on a quest to find things that didn’t exist, made me do his laundry, and called me some variation of incompetent and stupid every chance he got.” They count these things off on their fingers, “Trust me, you don’t want to learn from Cyrus Drake, he’d break the bubbly right out of you and that would be a terrible shame.” They pause, looking over at Mellori and her crossed arms and indignance. “Besides, you read the book of secrets, it offered you Life magic instead.”

“Life is boring!” Mellori insists, rolling her eyes. “I had one little taste of adventuring with you in Polaris after a lifetime of being sheltered in the Tayg, and now I’m just—just supposed to sing songs and tend plants and heal people?”

“Give it a minute to grow on you.” they reply, a smile ghosting across their face.

“Oh shut up!” There’s no venom to the words, she’s halfway to laughing.

But they’ve made it to the Gryphonbane house by then.

The door is locked—but it’s been a very long time since a regular unenchanted locked door has posed anything resembling a problem for the wizard.

Duncan appears to have been expecting them.

They half wonder if Suzie warned him, or if he’d told her to let the information out.

“Wondered when you’d get here. Was ruining my chance of surviving the Spiral’s destruction not enough? Come to rub it in some more?” Ah. The full return of bravado and theatrics. At least he seemed less sour than they would have expected.

It’s better lit in here than it had been in Malistaire’s sanctum.

They can faintly see the scars he shares with them. Not nearly so deep, but Shadow had left its marks where it had run down his face in Darkmoor.

“Yeah right! Not before you got Malistaire to steal the Eye of History and pass it along to the schismists for you!” Mellori speaks before the wizard even has a chance to, gaze bright and sharp with interest as she stares Duncan down. “We’re on to you!”

“Mellori—” The wizard starts, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of their nose. They like having her along, but she can’t just barrel through things without them. Especially if she’s going to take Ambrose’s ridiculous claim at face value.

Duncan laughs, “Wait, wait, you think I’m the schism agent? Ha! I wish! Like I said, you ruined my chance of ever joining their ranks properly. They barely wanted me in the first place.” To the wizard’s surprise, he doesn’t seem…entirely disappointed by this. “Don’t get the wrong idea, there’s no way I’m telling you who the real agent is either,” He locks eyes with them as he speaks though, expression more serious. “I’d never be able to show my face in Firecat Alley again. But—I didn’t say that. Got it?”

A now familiar spike of white hot rage accompanies those words.

“Gretta?” Low and dangerous, the realization that is dawning has the stars dancing across their tongue. The wizard grabs Duncan’s arm, pulling him toward them. “Get your armor. You’re coming with us.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not going! She’ll kill me for—for letting it slip! Why do you think I’ve been hiding out here?”

They do not look away, words coming out slow, even, level, measured. “No.” They tell him, releasing his arm “She really really won’t.” Breathe. Swallow the sourness of space and bottle that rage for the duel. Gretta Darkettle. From the start, from the beginning, from the moment they began—the one who had given Malistaire the means to awaken the titan had been sitting comfortably in her home. Hearing of their exploits, from neighbors, from merchants, from other students. Did she know even now that they would be coming for her?

Would she run?

…She won’t make it far.

“Wizard?” Mellori looks between them, “Do you know who we’re after?”

“Yes.” Single word in triplicate, swallow it, hold it for now.

“And you really think bringing him along is a good idea?” They don’t begrudge Mellori the apprehension where Duncan is concerned, but they nod regardless.

“I trust him.”

It’s hard to read the look Duncan is giving them when he returns, geared up and ready to go. There will be time for it later. There will be time for all of this, later.

They have to force themself not to run the whole way to Firecat Alley. They let Duncan lead. Directing them across from where Gretta’s house was, and revealing something that opened up into a cavern.

Where Gretta Darkkettle stands, awaiting their arrival with no trace of surprise.

Read the whole series here <3

#wizard101 #wizard101 fic #wizzy fandom #wizard101 fanfiction #w101 #wizard101 fanfic #duncan grimwater #mellori #oh we're in it now boys #we fuckin made it #welcome to stevie takes a big old red pen to canon and says fuck you to everything zie wants to change

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anjuschiffer · 10 months

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for hanahaki week (since you mentioned requests) may i request daminette as a pairing? they just give me very strong “i would rather suffer through this than admit my feelings” vibes

Ask and you shall receive...hope you enjoy this fic :D

Also, I had a more "morbid" ending but scrapped it :p

Pair of Fools, Don't You Know Loving Someone Can Kill You?

Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha @elijahcrevan

-AO3-

“Love? Where did this come from?” Ladybug laughed as she looked out towards the city of Paris, Robin once again noticing the weary look in the older hero’s eyes.

True, their patrols lately have been going long into the night, but Damian had seen that look before, or rather, he’s never seen that look ever leave her eyes since the day he met her.

In the short three months in which they have been together, that was the only look in her eyes that Damian had ever seen in them. Even when she would grin from ear to ear or wake up from a nap an hour before patrol started…that look haunted her eyes.

In the three months Damian was paired with Ladybug to help with her mission to take down Hawkmoth, she always looked tired and distant despite her sunshine persona she held whenever she was around him, talking to his father or the Justice League and even fellow older teens.

But it wasn’t the look you would see on someone after a long day of patrol or after winning a long standing battle against a villain…

It was a look he had seen once before…

In his father…

And even his mother…

A melancholic look of reminiscence…or yearning… “Why the sudden interest in love talk?” She gave him a grin, a grin Grayson would give him whenever he would tease him. And even if they were the same type of grin, hers made his gut flip a bit. “Got a girl you like? Is it that girl who wanted you to join their detective club at school? I know there may be a two year gap between our generations, but I think I can still give you some solid advice if you need any.”

Damian scoffed.

“That’s the same thing Gr-Nightwing told me.” He turned his head to see the city quietly bustle beneath them. “But that’s besides the point. There’s no one. Love is just a distraction and a weakness. I’ll never allow myself to fall in love if it means endangering the mission and making me incapable of doing my job properly.” He said, knowing he was just saying that to keep himself in line.

He doubted she would ever agree with him.

“Got that right.” Or maybe not.

“Are you saying that from experience?” When he turned to look at her, he didn’t expect her to look at him with sorrow in her eyes.

“I guess you’re right…Evil never rests, so our jobs require all of our attention, no distractions allowed.” Damian continued to look at Ladybug, watching how the night slowly breezed by her, her short low ponytail swaying ever so slightly with the wind. “You’d think I would’ve known that from the amount of heartbreaks I’ve been through,” Ladybug gave out a soft chuckle, “but what can I say?” He felt his heart stop when her eyes softened ever so slightly. Her eyes seemed to have recovered a bit of a glow to them as she looked at him. “I’ve always been a hopeless romantic after all.”

Oh…is that…is that the reason behind that look? Because of love? Is that what she wanted so badly?

“You’ve been in love before?” Robin asked, causing Ladybug to whole heartily laugh louder, Robin feeling heat crawl to the tips of his ears.

“Who hasn’t been, Robin? Pretty sure everyone has fallen in love once or twice in their lives…I sure have.” But shortly after she said that, her smile fell, Robin noticing the spark in her eyes fade away. “Haven’t you?”

“No.” Robin confessed too quickly for his liking. “Although, my brother says it’s like a blanket, like an extra layer of warmth that envelopes you…Did it feel like that to you as well?” He dared to ask, hoping it would bring back that spark into her eyes. It suited her better than the yearning in her eyes.

He watched as Ladybug opened her mouth agape to speak, only to shut it and take a deep breath. She looked back to the cityscape.

“It depends on the person, really.

My second love felt like a bag of butterflies swarming my insides whenever I saw him. When I tried to speak to him, it felt like I could not breathe, my heart beated so loudly in my ears that I couldn’t even concentrate on my thoughts and fumbled on my words like an idiot.” She smiled, an actual smile. “And yet, he felt just like how your brother described love to be.

Warm.

Gentle.

And when we dated…it was blissful…” Her smile faded. “Or at least the first few times it was.”

“Was?”

“We broke up after a few weeks. We couldn’t stay with each other due to some difference in our ‘principles’…even if he claimed to still have loved me despite my opinions on his views.”

“That’s absurd!” Damian yelled, causing Ladybug to jump and turn to him. “What kind of imbecile does that?”

“What are-”

“If you truly wanted something, someone, wouldn’t you do anything to try and obtain it? To keep it? Fight for it? Or at least come to a compromise to stay together?” Damian raged, realizing that was unbecoming of him. “At least…that’s what I gather from the talks I would have with those in relationships…”

He watched her blink a few times before giving him a small smile.

“If only that were always the case, but…love doesn’t work that way.” Ladybug placed a hand on his shoulder. “In love…sometimes…sometimes, even if the two individuals love each other…it doesn’t always work out.”

“So they just give up on the relationship? On each other?” Ladybug shook her head.

“Even if the two of you do understand where you come from, even if you try to talk it out, if neither party points out the elephant in the room, if there is no sense of trust in the relationship, someone is bound to get hurt…sometimes both.” A gloss covered her eyes. “They may be your rock when things get hectic in your life, your lullaby after a hard day at school…but they should never feel as if they’re the only ones trying to keep an effort of making the relationship work while you try to balance your two lives…especially when they didn’t have a way to protect themselves from your nemesis any more.” Damian’s eyes widened when he connected the dots.

“You dated one of your partners?”

“Yea. Although, he didn’t know my identity until after the break up. Although, to be honest, I think he was onto me when we were dating.”

“Onto you?”

“He pieced it himself, actually.” Ladybug said with a smile. “He figured I was hiding something after analyzing the amount of times I would flake on a date, and be late to otherwise easy-to-walk-to places. When he confronted me about it, I simply told him I couldn’t tell him what it was.

That one question…that one doubt led to us breaking up.”

“But then how did he figure out your identity?”

“Funny enough, during an akuma attack. He never told me how, but he knew. And because he knew, he endangered himself and became a target…almost got captured for knowing my identity… and that’s when I realized…I wasn’t meant to fall in love…

If I want to save Paris…I can’t afford to be in a relationship…not until we’re done dealing with Hawkmoth, that is. And even then, dating while being a hero doesn’t seem possible for me…not even now.” Ladybug admitted, looking back at the city.

The two stood there in silence, Damian feeling more awkward by the second, deciding to speak in hopes of filling the void.

“You mentioned a second and third love…whatever happened to your fir-“

“He, on the other hand, was a complete jerk!” Ladybug immediately spat out, causing Robin to jump. “Just thinking about what he- ugh!” Ladybug huffed. “You know what he did?” She didn’t wait for Robin to respond. “So I invited over to the neighborhood pool, because I kinda had a crush on the guy, you know? And we were in what would be considered in the US as middle school, so there weren’t many places we could spend time in. Anyways…

We’re having fun swimming, splashing about, the regular games you play at the pool, right? That’s when we decided to dive from the highest diving board they had, which for the record was pretty high for middle school me. While it was roughly 5 meters in height, which is kind of around 16 feet - besides the point!

We’re on the top and mind you everything was going well, Kim was being very nice to me, being a gentleman. Just as we’re about to dive, he stops me and kneels.

And of course, I’m panicking because not only is he kneeling, he’s got a small box in his hand and has the shyest face on as he stretched it out towards me.

He starts talking about how much fun he had today, how happy he was spending time with me…he asked me to be his girlfriend. And before I could answer him, he opened up the gift.”

Damian watched an unshed tears pooled into her eyes, a dry laugh escaping her. “You know what was inside that box?

Fucking spiders. A dozen tiny spiders crawled from out of the box and jumped onto my arms and body and because I was frantically trying to get them off of me,” Ladybug laughed again, a tear slipped down her face. “I slipped off the diving board, water filling my lungs the moment I hit the water.

A lifeguard had to help me out because of how frantic I was the minute I submerged, my arms flailing about as I clawed at the surface and gulped water into my lungs.

The funny part of it all? I wasn’t mad about falling off the diving board. I was angered at the fact that Kim did it because Chloe told him to do it because it would be “a funny prank,” even though he knew I've been deathly terrified of spiders since we were toddlers.

He was suppose to be my friend, he knew about the things I hate and yet…yet he took-”

“So he’s the reason you declined the pool invite those months ago,” Robin snarled, recalling her great deference to attending a pool party held by Garfield. “If it weren’t for him-” Robin didn’t expect to get tackled by Ladybug, freezing upon feeling her arms wrapped around him.

Despite the girl being older, she just barely passed his shoulders.

“Thank you.” He heard her softly whisper. “Out of all the people who I’ve told this to, you’re the only one who has gotten angry for me…” He attempted to hug her back, but instead awkwardly just placed a hand on her back. “Everyone else told me I should’ve seen it coming since it was Kim…so… thank you.”

All Robin could do was hum in response, fearing his voice would crack if he were to tell her that he would make sure he would not allow that to happen to her as long as he was by her side.

“-reason why she didn’t go to go was all because of that damned-”

“So you like her?” Dick asked with a Ceshaire grin, Damian whipping his head to look at his brother as if he’d grown a second head.

A week had passed since his conversation with Ladybug, Damian catching Dick up on the important news of the week while they hung out in Damian’s room.

“Didn’t think you’d be into older girls. Don’t blame you. They certainly-”

“I tolerate her!” Damian corrected, feeling the tips of his ears burn. “And she’s only two years older than me!”

“You said it, not me.”

“And apparently you can’t listen because if you had been paying attention, you would have known she doesn’t have time to fraternize. Not with Hawkmoth being her main concern.” Damian went silent, Dick only then realizing he might have pushed it a bit too much.

“Actually, I was listening. For example, you mentioned an art gallery and how you were applied to have some of your arts displayed. Any luck on that?”

Hours passed until Dick had to leave to go back to Bludhaven to cover for a colleague at the precinct, leaving Damian all on his own and with his thoughts.

So you like her?

The question kept replaying in his head, Damian struggling to find an answer.

While it was true that he did indeed tolerate her, it was different from his other forms of toleration.

He didn’t mind her random spurts of humming when they would take a break during patrol, the way she would take over a mission when she would notice that something is off with him.

He liked the way she would confidently take over briefings when the adults would take too long squabbling over deciding which members would take on the mission, the way she would take the time to train anyone who wanted to improve their skills…

He…he…he liked

Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe.

Quickly sprinting off of his bed, he ran to the bathroom.

Damian grabbed the sides of the sink with dear life as his head jerked forward, feeling his lungs push out all of the air within them. The air hacked itself out of him, Damian feeling the dryness in the back of his throat as something tried to come out.

The lump in his throat remained there for what seemed to be minutes, Damian panicking with each second that passed.

He could see his vision blur as he felt tears trickle out of his eyes as he stood over the sink, waiting for something, anything to come out of his mouth because this…this wasn’t normal.

He hated every second that passed by that he spent feeling like this.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, something came out.

A single pink petal landed at the base of the sink, a single speck of blood adorned it.

Finally feeling the constraintment in chest lighten up, Damian looked at himself in the mirror, saliva running down his mouth. His eyes were puffy and red tears pooled at the corners of his eyes.

Gently picking the bloodied petal to distract himself from his appearance, Damian inspected it.

How did this come out of him? When did he ever consume a flower? Was this even possible?

And why now?

The last thing he could think of was realizing what Richard had said clicked something in his mind regarding Lady-

Ladybug.

Damian stared at the petal.

No.

No way.

Throwing the petal into the trash, Damian thought it to be best to ignore this.

To forget the dots he had just then connected about himself.

To try and forget that it ever happened.

Even when the episode happened again two weeks later when an old partner appeared under a new disguise to help them take down Hawkmoth.

When more petals poured out of his mouth a week later when she confessed she had a slight crush on a League member but wouldn’t tell him who.

When breathlessness started to happen more quickly, when her concern over him caused the pain to grow more in his chest.

When the internet couldn’t help him out while trying to ignore the flirting she was doing in front of him with his older brother once he joined their patrol.

He couldn’t ignore it any longer when the episodes started to become more frequent as they got closer to identifying Hawkmoth.

He finally had to address it when after taking down Hawkmoth, the pain in his chest became unbearable to the point that he collapsed as soon as they got back to their base.

He stared at the white ceiling above him, wondering why this had to happen to him of all people.

Why did he fall in love with her?

And why…

Why couldn’t she have fallen in love with him…

Why his brother?

Perhaps…he could ask her when he wakes up…or maybe after the surgery…but for now, he wanted to sleep and forget about the ache in his chest.

Jon sighed, still trying to take in the sight of his best friend of five years.

Never did he ever think he would see Damian in a hospital bed. Hell, he never thought Damian would ever be in a hospital.

Needles were taped to his arms, leading towards the IV bags hanging near his bed. The sound of the ventilator filled the room, unnerving Jon as he stared at the tubes covering Damian’s face while he drifted to sleep once again. “Why didn’t you say anything? Of when it first started?” Jon ran his hands through his hair, trying his best to keep his tears in.

Why did he have to go through this alone? Didn’t he trust him? Weren’t they friends? “Are you going to let this kill you? What about Marinette? Don’t you plan on telling her how you feel, you idiot?”

The sound of metal clanging filled the room, Jon quickly picking up his head to see Marinette walk into the room, her wide eyes staring at him.

“Marinette…what are you-“

“Damian…Damian-“

“How much did you hear?” Jon asked.

“I- just the last-“ Tears ran down her face, Marinette attempting to wipe them off as more continued to run.

When she heard Robin had been rushed to the hospital after the fight with Hawkmoth, she could only think that he must’ve gotten badly wounded from the fight that couldn’t be treated back in the base.

Her plans to ask if he was free the next week were completely cast aside, Marinette knowing she would have to apologize to Nightwing for wasting his time and helping her arrange the damned hangout after finally confessing to him that she had feelings for the younger Bat…

Then again, she could always ask another day.

After all, Robin’s well being came first.

When she rushed to the Tower, she asked if she could see him, where he was, but she was denied. But that didn't stop her from trying every day for a week, only to be told no each and every time.

It wasn’t until another few days that she was finally asked to leave, benched from every mission until she calmed down.

It wasn’t until another week later when Nightwing stopped by her balcony to tell her the news.

That Robin was suffering from some unknown disease that he had been dealing with for the past half year.

A disease that no one could place a name onto, that no one knew of. Or at least no one but her and Master Fu. When Nightwing heard this, he started to cry, using her shoulder to ground himself.

Perhaps she had the solution to help Robin, his little brother… so with his permission, Marinette was able to find out where Robin was this entire time…where Damian was this entire time…

Seeing him on the brink of death was not something she thought she would ever see…ever…

Nor how she would come to find out was his identity under the mask…

“He didn’t want you to know.” Jon softly stated as he watched Marinette crouched to pick up the metal flask she dropped earlier. “Never did. He’s scheduled for a surgery later this week to-“

“They know what he has?” Marinette asked with hope brimming her words.

“They don’t know what exactly it is he has, but from what Dick told me, it seems like something in his lungs-”

“Flower petals.” She interjected, tripping Jon. “His lungs are filled with flower petals, aren’t they?”

“How do you know-”

“Because it happened to me.” Marinette said, placing the flask on a nearby table. “Or rather, I have it as well.” Jon jumped off his chair and grabbed her shoulders.

“What do you mean you have it too? When did- how-”

“I’m not sure when I got it, but when the first flower petal came out of me, I ran to my mentor and told him about it. He told me he would look into it. A month passed when he finally found an answer. It doesn’t have a name but it has been documented a rare amount of times.

A disease that causes flower petals to grow inside one's lungs and when left untreated, fills them to the point of suffocation and eventually…death. Til this day, no one is sure of the actual cause of the disease.”

“You said ‘if left untreated.’ So it’s curable? Are you cured?” Marinette shook her head.

“Thankfully, the disease has to do a bit with magic so there was a method developed to help reduce the effects of it, so my mentor has been able to suppress a few of the side effects with tea.” Marinette looked at the flask she brought in. “When Dick told me about what was going on, I begged my mentor to make a batch for Damian, thinking it might help, but to be completely honest…I don’t-”

The cardiogram in the room started to go off, the machine beeping rapidly with each passing second.

Marinette could only stand and listen as Jon ran outside, screaming for help, watching as someone pushed past her and towards Damian while someone else had grabbed her and tried to pull her outside. But the minute they grabbed her, she refused to move from her palace in the room, standing her ground.

She watched as they tried to bring him back to life, but when the sharp ringing that emitted from the cardiogram filled the room…she knew it was too late…

He wasn’t going to come back…

She wasn’t going to be able to tell him that she-

Marinette felt as something quickly rose to her throat, Marinette lurching forward as she hurled out a handful of small narrow and curved purple flower petals, horror filling her up when she saw blood glittering them as her mind was able to remember where she had seen that petal before.

Without a second thought, she screamed.

She had been walking through Wayne Botanical Garden, trying to clear her head after another failed attempt to visit Robin. She knew he was Gotham, but the answer was where. What hospital could he even be in?

Deciding to sit down and just sketch to further clear her mind, her eyes drifted to a small patch of purple flowers, Marinette getting up to further inspect the tiny flowers. As if waiting for her, Marinette noticed the sign next to it.

Hyacinthus orientalis, or the common hyacinth, is a fragrant flowering plant that blooms early to mid-spring. Hyacinths produce showy flowers in shades of blue, purple, white, pink, and red. However, despite their vibrant colors, they are mostly associated with youth, beauty, and short lives cut tragically short. Especially purple hyacinths.

Purple hyacinths can symbolize multiple things, including sorrow and a desire for forgiveness. They are mostly given to let someone know you recognize you messed up or are looking for forgiveness.”

A few days passed by, Bruce standing before Damian’s grave, wondering where it went all wrong…why Damian?

Why was he taken away from him?

Why didn’t he notice something was wrong with his son until it was too late?

Bruce jumped when a hand touched his shoulder, making him turn to see who it was.

“Dick.”

“You have to stop blaming yourself Bruce. No one could’ve known what he was going through. He did an excellent job of hiding it from everyone…even me…”

“But I should’ve noticed. I’m his father.” Bruce argued. “And,” he felt his heart churn, “and yet I failed him. I failed you, my children, yet again.”

Dick opened his mouth to speak, but chose to shut it when he couldn’t think of anything to try and console his father. Seconds passed by as neither of them dared to speak, only for the notification of a phone cut through the tension.

It took a moment for Dick to realize that it was his phone that pinged.

“Oh, it’s Luka. It seems like Marinette’s surgery went well…should we go and see how she’s doing?”

Bruce didn’t know what to do nor what to think when he heard Marinette’s laughter ring beyond the door that stood between the two, his grip tightening on the doorknob.

How dare she laugh.

She was there minutes before Damian died.

She had a remedy to help with the side effects of a disease he didn’t know of but she did.

Why didn’t she help Damian?

Why?

Why couldn’t that be Damian?

Why couldn’t he be the one on the other side of the door?

Why was she the one to survive the illness that plagued the two of them?

“Mr. Wayne, are you okay?” Luka spoke up, causing Bruce to loosen his death grip on the doorknob.

“Luka.” Bruce wondered what expression he had on to make the usually aloof teen to be on his guard. “Dick told me that Marinette’s surgery…went well.”

“Or at least, that’s what we thought when we first talked to her after she woke up from surgery.”

“What do you mean by that?” Luka turned the doorknob, signaling Bruce to follow him.

“You’ll see what I mean when you see her.”

Upon Bruce entering the room, he could feel the atmosphere shift, noticing her parents acknowledge him with a curt nod while Marinette herself just stared at him with large eyes.

“M.Wayne, wh-what are you doing here?” She let out a gasp, Bruce seeing the blood drain from her face. “Oh, is…is this about the commission pieces you ordered from me months ago?” Marinette hung her head. “I know I’m behind and I know the suit just needs a bit more of embroidery, but I promise-”

“Marinette. This isn’t…this isn’t about my commission. I came to- is that the last thing you remember about me?” Bruce asked, wondering why his gut was starting to turn.

“Umm…yes?” Marinette guessed. “I also remember about a few fittings with you and your fiance, a few other meetings regarding a few alterations to the suit…but…but that’s all that I can recollect at the moment…”

Bruce walked closer to the hospital bed, noticing a scar peaking past the collar line of the hospital gown she was wearing.

“Marinette…do you remember…do you remember the other person who would accompany me to these fittings besides Selina?” Bruce couldn’t help but notice Sabine let out a quiet sob, turning her head away in shame into Tom’s shoulder.

Even Tom looked away from Bruce, causing alarms to go off in his head.

“Well…there was Richard…”

“Don’t…don’t you remember Damian?”

“Damian?” Marinette tilted her head, her mind in deep thought before looking straight at Bruce. “Who’s Damian?”

#maribat #daminette #hanahaki au

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Sims 4: Homegrown Berry Legacy Challenge

First - I just wanna say I love the @lilsimsie Not So Berry Challenge, and I’ve been watching Kelsey Dangerous play it, but I wanted to play at writing my own version of a berry challenge that primarily uses base game only. Any DLC content is a “bonus challenge” and is completely optional, even if you own the DLC.

Especially now that the Sims 4 is free to play, so new people who don’t have the DLC (or who just want to play for free without piracy) can try out a challenge of their own.

Rules:

1. The playable sim of each generation must live on the family’s land. This land can be in whatever city you choose. Try to pick the largest lot in the city so your family has plenty of room. 2. The typical “each heir must represent the legacy color as best as possible” rule - this means hair, clothes, and any additions they make to the house. However, try to keep some pieces of the previous generations around as well, overwriting your family feels wrong. 3. The heir doesn’t necessarily have to be the oldest. As stated at the bottom of each gen, the heir is picked based on which kid earns or needs the land. 4. Avoid using money cheats outside of “Freerealestate” to buy the empty plot at the beginning. 5. Every generation should complete their aspiration and if stated, a career. 6. Spouse colors do not matter. 7. Keep lifespans on normal, it’s more funny that way. 8. If you do this and want to share, use the hashtag #HomegrownBerryLegacy 9. Spouses should take your last name no matter the gender. You have a legacy to uphold. 10. The “heir” is decided when they age up to an adult - parents should either move out if still younger, or retire and stay living on the lot until death. If moved out, attempt to visit after death to collect the family graves.

Generation 1: Blue

You aren’t from the area, but you moved here anyway. Last month, just as your landlord kicked you out, you received a letter saying that your great uncle twice removed had left you a plot of land. Selling everything but your clothes, you hike across the country, arriving to a nice piece of land with nothing on it but a mailbox. With 20,000 Simoleons to your name, you decide to build yourself a little blue house.

Traits: Self-Assured, Ambitious, Materialistic Aspiration: Successful Lineage Career: Business - Investor Branch

Rules: - Build a small blue house that has plenty of room to expand. - Buy at least 2 trees or bushes - Date around the local area and marry a family minded sim to help raise the kids.

Heir: The most academically gifted of your children, who has the most potential to maintain the family name and legacy. This child is a straight A student who worked in high school. If you move out, you take over half the family funds. (Bonus: If you have High School Years or College Life and one of your children becomes Valedictorian, they become the heir.) -------------------------------------------------------------

Generation 2: Purple

Your whole life you were working to please your parents. You maintained good grades and even got a part time job in high school. But you also enjoy putting your nose to the grindstone. You don’t much enjoy talking with others, and you really don’t like being confined to this planet. So you decide to go into space, because in space, there is nothing but the sweet silence of your own breathing.

Traits: Loner, Geek, Neat Aspiration: Nerd Brain Career: Barista, Astronaut

Rules: - Try to maintain as social outcast of a personality as possible. - Marry someone in your career. - Become best friends with your heir - Only build yourself a purple room and a rocket, you don’t need much else. But do feel free to add purple decor in the house where it looks like stuff is needed. (Note that you’ll want to keep the rocket around until gen 9, for the grilled cheese aspiration.)

Heir: You’re mostly surprised you managed to have an heir in the first place, but you did try your best to raise them well. Your heir is the child who became your best friend as time went on - one of the few people to look past your loner, introvert nature and become quiet friends with you. If you move out, you take exactly 35,000 simoleons to buy a quiet house away from others.

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Generation 3: Green

Much like your parent, you enjoy some quiet and solitude, but you aren’t really a loner. You just like the outdoors, and everything that comes with it - gardening, fishing, hiking, jogging. You take your green side of the legacy VERY seriously. You apply your love of nature to your career as well - you become a painter so you can share how gorgeous nature is with everyone around you. And in your heart, you are a hopeless romantic - your biggest goal, behind supporting nature and the environment, is to find a soulmate.

Traits: Loves outdoors, Art Lover, Good Aspiration: Soulmate Career: Painter - Master of the Real branch

Rules: - Meet your spouse while doing an outdoor activity like fishing - Donate to charity every Saturday - Build a green themed family graveyard with cute flowers. - Add at least 6 plants to the property outside of the graveyard. - Have at least 3 children.

Heir: Being in the art world, you decide to make a statement with your heir - they are the youngest child. You don’t move out because you want to continue caring for your baby, especially after they get cheated on in high school.

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Generation 4: Red

You grew up surrounded by luxury. Your parent is an artist, you are the baby of the family. Despite being a bit spoiled, even your siblings like you because you are just that charismatic and friendly. You have a popular simstagram page. You have a lot of friends. You are always the center of any crowd. Everyone wants to either be you or date you, often both. But despite this your first partner cheated on you in high school, and your best childhood friend stopped talking to you, so you hide deep jealousy behind your charismatic exterior. You also throw bomb ass parties, because who has time to be jealous when they are partying all the time?

Traits: Jealous, Perfectionist, Outgoing Aspiration: Party Animal Career: Style Influencer - Trendsetter branch

Rules: - Catch teenage boyfriend/girlfriend cheating on you (may require playing as the partner temporarily) - Build yourself a fancy master bedroom with a walk in closet and a full bathroom with the fanciest of bathroom items. - Make a best friend as a child, stop talking to each other. - Accept every party invitation you receive. - Post Simstigrams and vlogs of all your children. - Bonus: If you have pets DLC, get a pet and post simstigrams of them as well.

Heir: The child with the most social media followers by adulthood. They make you proud, and by being internet famous, they bring more hype to you and your career. After all, you raised this internet famous kid yourself. If you move out, you take most of the money, leaving your heir with just 5k and the house.

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Generation 5: Orange

Your childhood was like walking on glass as you carefully kept yourself on your parent’s good side. Ever since you were a kid, your parent was taking pictures of you and your siblings and making family vlogs. Kids in school knew you from these videos, and you don’t really have privacy. You use your own internet popularity to post pictures of your cooking creations, and you promise to be a better parent than Red. You promise yourself you also cannot hurt anyone the way your parent’s ex hurt them, as that is some WILD generational trauma. Luckily food is your passion, and you are GOOD at your passion.

Traits: Foodie, Loyal, Cheerful Aspiration: Master Chef Career: Culinary - chef branch

Rules: - Build a nice orange kitchen add-on to the house. - Become chubby, like a good chef. - On top of your other culinary success, master both baking and mixology skills. - Marry a sim with the goofball trait.

Heir: Well, you were going to pick an heir, but when White came of age, you find yourself being shuffled out of the house with your spouse and other children as White takes charge. Barely into adulthood, they’ve already forged your signature on some documents stating that they own the house now. Luckily they didn’t have full access to the bank accounts, and you leave with 3/4 of the family money.

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Generation 6: White

You always wanted to own the house, thinking it’s about time to add a branch in YOUR style. So you forged Orange’s signature and you kicked them out of their own home, making an enemy of your parent. Unfortunately for you, your tendency to make enemies works against you, and you wind up having to raise your child without a spouse. In this area, you shine - you are the best parent in the world, because after everything, you have immense guilt about how you treated your own parent, and don’t want the same thing to happen to you.

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Evil, Mean Aspiration: Public Enemy Career: Criminal career - Boss path

Rules: -Only one child allowed. You are a crime boss, and cannot afford to have too many weaknesses. (Cheats may be needed to prevent twins.) - Become friends with your child - Your addition to the home is a stark white basement. While no one would say you commit crime down here (to your face), it is very obviously a crime basement. - Master the comedy skill - Help your child with homework whenever possible

Heir: Since you only had the one child, the heir is an easy choice. You’ve carefully raised your child to be the perfect legacy to the family name, because despite your life of crime, the family name is important, especially to you, a crime lord. Doesn’t move out - retires and stays in the home to watch over Black gen.

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Generation 7: Black

The nerdiest member of the family in generations, you led a sheltered life. All your friends have to meet your parent at some point, and you are a good kid without an ounce of rebellion in your bones. You dutifully introduce your friends to your parent, you don’t date anyone your parent deems unacceptable, your parent has connections aplenty, and you trust their background checks over even the police. And your first jobs are kind of for your parent as well, as you delve into tech and hacking, you are the tech support side of the mob relations. Of course, most of that involves unlocking illegal phones and reminding your parent’s "employees” to not post their crimes on Simstagram. You also enjoy some private singing, though you’d never admit that to anyone. And of course, when you get married it’s to a Sim with connections - an old family, like a Landgrab or Goth. However, they take your name because after 7 generations, your family is just as important to the community. Also your parent is scary.

Traits: Bookworm, Genius, Erratic Aspiration: Computer whiz Career: Tech Guru - Either Branch

Rules: - If possible, marry a Landgrab or Goth, and make them take your last name. (If not possible, design or download your own Goth or Landgrab.) - Build a stylish black computer room. Get the nicest PC possible and upgrade it as much as you can. -Introduce all your friends to White generation. -Master the handiness skill and upgrade at least 10 items in the house. - Bonus: If you have City Living, master the Singing Skill and replace Erratic with Unflirty for a challenge.

Heir: In contrast to most of your family, you pick a child that is nothing like you. Your heir is the most athletic of your children, an average C/B student. You couldn’t relate to them much growing up though you tried. You made them your heir because of how different they were. If you move out, you take exactly half of the family funds.

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Generation 8: Brown

You were nothing like your bookish parent growing up, though that didn’t stop you from being friends. You didn’t even manage to grow up slightly greedy from your family’s old house with all it’s old ghosts. You connect with your grandparent - White, even if they are dead now, and become friends. Since your bookish parent can’t work out with you due to being unfit, you find most of your workout companions as a teen to be ghosts. After your parent has a health scare, you decide to become a bodybuilder so you can punch death and illness when they come sniffing around your family.

Traits: Bro, Active, Goofball Aspiration: Bodybuilder Career: Athlete - Bodybuilder

Rules: - Have exactly 2 kids. (Once again, may require some cheating) -Add a family gym to the house. -Become close friends with White gen, even if they are dead - befriend the ghost. -Master the Mischief and Comedy skills -Win at least 1 fight with death.

Heir: Of your two children, your heir is the least likely to succeed. Honestly, if you don’t leave them the house, they’d probably die. One child got straight As - the other flunked out. And the heir is your child that flunked out. Despite you trying your best, you just can’t realistically throw Yellow to the street with a clean conscience, so you make them the heir. You do not move out.

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Generation 9: Yellow

The dimmest bulb in the box, and the most obsessed with grilled cheese. With all the failures in your life, grilled cheese is the only thing that makes you happy. You spent your childhood and teenage years dreaming of grilled cheese. You finally achieve grilled cheese perfection and throw a grilled cheese party, inviting your best friend (your sibling) and your other friends as well. At the party, one thing leads to another, and you get into a fight with your hardworking sibling who mocks your achievement. Later, you don’t even remember what either of you said, just that you hurt your sibling. You spend the rest of your life obsessed with family, trying to repair your relationship with your sibling and raise perfect kids.

Traits: Glutton, Slob, Lazy Aspiration: Grilled Cheese, Then Big Happy Family Career: None

Rules: - As a child & teen: be best friends with your sibling - As a young adult: Achieve grilled cheese aspiration, throw a party. Become enemies with sibling. - As adult to elder: try to patch up relationship with sibling. - Get married to a sim that enjoys your grilled cheese enthusiasm. -Add a grilled cheese shrine to your home. -Never work a job -Adopt most of your children -Make Saturday night a “Grilled Cheese and Gaming” night

Heir: Either a late in life baby or a complete surprise baby - this is your rainbow baby! A surprise to you entirely, you are overcome with such joy when they are born that you declare the still wailing infant your heir. (May be an alien child.) You also do not move out. You have never worked and don’t think you should start now.

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Generation 10: Rainbow Generation

You are a rainbow baby. You love every one of the colors scattered throughout your home, every piece of legacy. You spend much of your childhood putting treasures from the other branches of the house in your own room, from blue generation items to a grilled cheese painting by your lovely parent. You were born after the rift, and you become friends with both your parent and their sibling, and eventually help Yellow regain their family. You grew up on a diet of grilled cheese and no meat, so becoming a vegetarian is second nature to you. You love animals, you love the outdoors, and you don’t like sitting still. You are constantly popping out to hang with friends and you love to enjoy life. Your family is so entrenched in the community you can do whatever you want, so you decide to do a lot of things!

Traits: Vegetarian, Creative, Noncommittal Aspiration: The Curator Careers: Fast-food employee, Painter, Writer, Entertainer, whatever you want

Rules: -Make sure the outside of the house is bright and full of rainbows -Put at least 1 item from each generation in your bedroom (ex: a blue doll from gen 1, a white dresser from gen 6). -You don’t have to complete any career. -Write and sell at least 3 books, Paint and sell at least 3 paintings. -Get married to the most colorful sim you can find. -Become besties with your spouse -Be friends with all living members of your family (siblings, parents, niblings, cousins). -Bonus Content: If you have pets dlc, own both a cat and a dog at the same time.

Heir: None, you’re done! If you want to keep going with other legacy challenges, go ahead!

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And we’re done! This took me 7 hours to write and double check almost everything listed was base game, but if I made any mistakes let me know!

Happy Simming!

#sims 4 #sims legacy challenge #berry challenge #Sims 4 is free now #So i'm writing this for when i have the internet to download it #my internet right now could never download the sims #its like having dialup again

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knightyoomyoui · 11 months

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UPCOMING SET 6 (...AND FINAL?) LINE-UP

HERE’S MY UPCOMING SET 6 LINE-UP TO BE RELEASED IN THE FUTURE!!! Just a reminder tho, Set 5 isn’t done yet. We still have two one-shots for Chaeyoung, one each for male and female readers. I just released this earlier because I had these prepared quicker than I expected. Notes: - All individual and unit one-shots will be gender neutral from now on. - This is probably my final line-up of upcoming one-shot works, I'm not sure yet but... I'll just place it like this because I've been thinking of ending the book now for some reasons. - Some of these stories were requested by my readers. Again, thank you so much for helping me come up with new ideas to try. - For the first time, I wrote a summary so that you all would get a sneak peek of what to expect in each of the new stories I’ll be writing, except for the Cry For Me series. I’ll keep it hidden because I already started it on Set 5 anyway, so it’s up to you to learn what’s going to happen in the upcoming parts.

1.) Tzuyu x M & F Reader - “The One That Got Away” (Fluff, Angst)

- 70-year-old Chou Tzuyu revisited her love story with her husband/wife YN to share with her grandchildren on the day of their anniversary.

2.) TWICE x M Reader - “Cry For Me” : PART 3 (Angst)

3.) Nayeon x M & F Reader - “No Problem” (Fluff)

- It follows YN who lost his/her job after the company where he/she works officially shuts down their service. His/her girlfriend, Nayeon who is getting suspicious of his/her mood, learns about the news, and proceeds to take action immediately to cheer him/her up.

4.) Jeongyeon x M & F Reader - “Won't Go Home Without You” (Fluff, Angst)

- YN and his/her group embark on a mission to attempt to bring back their former teammate and old friend who switched to the dark side, Yoo Jeongyeon.

5.) Momo x M Reader - “Crazy Stupid Love” (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: Dumbledore_1]

- Following the events of "Somebody That I Used To Know" from Set 4, YN and Momo cross paths once again a few years later; where the improved and matured character of YN takes it as his/her opportunity to apologize for what he/she'd done to his ex-girlfriend in their past relationship.

6.) TWICE x M Reader - “Cry For Me” : PART 4 (Angst)

7.) Sana x M & F Reader - “I Want It That Way” (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: ShaShaSha029]

- A story between the student council president and the school’s princess. After a bad break-up with his ex, YN finds him/herself alone with Nayeon in the Council room. She ask him/her to be his fake boy/girlfriend so that the school jock could leave her alone.

8.) Jihyo x M & F Reader - “Opposite Attracts” (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: ShaShaSha029]

- The heirs of two conglomerate corporations, YN LN and Park Jihyo are to be wed in an arranged marriage. Only problem is that they don’t have a thing in common, they are literally the opposites of each other. Can they make it work? Or will they be forced to be together by their parents?

9.) Mina x M & F Reader - “Bewitched” (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: YourHeartStation]

- The story revolves around the rival students YN LN and Myoui Mina who studies and trains their magical powers in a wizarding academy. Their bickering and outshining each other came to a point where they accidentally unleashed chaos around the academy, and it's up to the two unlikely allies to fix their mess together, which unknown to them; it would open the possibility of them getting enchanted more to each other's unescapable charms.

10.) TWICE x M Reader - “Cry For Me” : PART 5 (Angst)

11.) Dahyun x M & F Reader - “The Second Coming” (Fluff, Angst)

- YN is a retired superhero who has a tragic past, as he suffered guilt and despair due to the loss of his/her friend and sidekick after failing a mission. One day, he met a fan who idolizes her named Kim Dahyun; who is also a secret superhuman just like him/her; proposing an offer of partnership with him/her when a new foe emerged to annihilate the city of Seoul.

12.) Chaeyoung x M & F Reader - “Presa Prinsesa (Strawberry Princess)" (Fluff, Angst)

- The story follows the fanboy/girl story of YN, a die-hard ONCE and a huge TWICE Chaeyoung stan. He/she loves everything about the idol a lot, even considering her as his/her celebrity crush. The admiration causes him/her sometimes to imagine being in a relationship with the idol despite already saddened by the early acceptance of a reality that it's too impossible to happen.

13.) Tzuyu x M & F Reader - "The Red Thread Of Fate" (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: ShaShaSha029]

- Two childhood friends were separated when Y/N had to move to Australia. They see each other again at JYPE when Y/N was casted. However, when they meet again they’ve forgotten each other, especially Y/N doesn’t remember as he had amnesia from when he got into an accident when he was a kid.

14.) TWICE x M Reader - "Cry For Me" PART 6 (Angst)

15.) NaSaMi (Nayeon, Sana, & Mina) x M & F Reader - "You Belong With Me" (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: misamomixmaknae]

- Two women who have a history with YN from his/her past relationships, Im Nayeon and Minatozaki Sana; have to encounter another contender when they learn that YN met an artist named Myoui Mina, who shares the same interests as him/her that develops their closeness to one another. With this, the three of them must compete to win YN's heart.

16.) TWICE x M Reader - "Cry For Me" PART 7 (FINALE) (Angst)

#twicebookofoneshotsxreader #twicexmalereader #twicexmreader #twicexfemalereader #twicexfreader #twicefanfic #twiceoneshots

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h0rnyv01d · 7 months

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0: Height

1: Virgin?

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What your last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

oop this is long so

1: yeah lol

2: 6

3: nope, gotta keep them lungs healthy to stay slutty

4: nopity nope, i’m so scared of saying something i’ll regret while drunk

5: again, nope 😭😭

6: recently people have been offering me kids menus at restaurants? it’s odd, idk how old they think i am but

7: no :(

8: i wanna get a star pattern on my collarbone at some point, and maybe a jellyfish on my upper arm

9: yep! regular lobe, and a cartilage piercing on my right ear

10: i wanna get a bunch of piercings, but just on my ears, i’m getting a conch piercing on my left soon

11: probs my friend sophia but you wouldn’t know her obv lol

12: it’s complicated- we’re both into each other, and weve dated in the past, but neither of us is willing to b like “let’s get back together”

13: men just casually hinting at something they’re into. it just makes my brain go WILD with possibilities

14: being mean outside of sex

15: cinderella (1950)

16: i’ll love you if you’re sweet (my standards are so low i’m sorry)

17: my friends i don’t talk to anymore

18: i’ve had two seizures, and those were probably the worst moments of my life

19: i’m clingy but i won’t admit it

20: my chin and my need for attention

21: i got that hourglass figure <3

22: i wanna be an author!!

23: i have one little sister, i love her, but she’s nuts sometimes

24: no father, and my mom is more like a big sister than a mother to me

25: any date is perfect as long as i’m with someone i love. but if i had to pick, watching fireworks together

26: people pronouncing my city name wrong, idk why

27: he’s a lil short, he’s got curly blonde hair, and he’s so sweet, he wants to be lawyer someday

28: the person i dislike most has greasy brown hair, is 5’6, and looks like he doesn’t shower

29: protecting feelings, and also i’ve lied if i thought it’d help repair friendships

30: waking up early!! i hate getting up at 6

31: “will you wake up if i send you more pictures of cats i like, or should i wait until tomorrow?”

32: ‘we need to talk’

33: i’ve gotten told i look like cinderella twice today :)) that made me feel so amazing

34: i’m more attracted to men than women, but i’ve noticed that whenever i’m into women, they tend to be really strong

35: brunettes for some reason

36: tbh i’m perfectly fine in florida

37: my laugh

38: i used to want to be a marine biologist, and while that field is still incredibly interesting to me, i think i’d rather write

39: vanilla, i’m a basic bitch <3

40: adelaide kane, shes dropdead gorgeous i’d love to be her

41: greece, because apparently there’s a ton of cats!!

42: i had a banana a few hours ago

43: chris hemsworth. on his poster for thor: ragnarok, he literally fits leonardo da vinci’s idea of perfection, so i will unapologetically be saying this

44: the blue whale is the largest animal to have ever lived

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tw: gun violence (this is a long and detailed discussion of gun violence, so please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable!)

i don’t normally talk about this kind of stuff on here, but i’m frustrated and sad and am hoping that some people who read this will find it helpful. if you don’t have time to read, then feel free to skip to the last three paragraphs which contain the big takeaways from all this.

i grew up in a city that many people refer to as the “murder capital” of the united states and that has one of the highest rates of gun-related homicides in the entire country. i heard my first gunshot when i moved to the midwest at age 10 and i couldn’t tell you how many i’ve heard since then.

during the first few years of high school, we had annual 'intruder' drills, where we'd turn off the lights, close the blinds, and huddle in a corner until the teachers told us we could stop. after the parkland shooting in 2018, they started calling them 'active shooter' drills and we had them twice as often. our teachers stopped telling us to hide in a corner of the classroom and instead encouraged us to break the windows and run, do anything in our power to save ourselves if something ever happened.

over the years, there were a few public safety scares that caused our building to be locked down, but i found that the majority of the gun violence that affected our school manifested in ways that i wasn’t prepared for in the slightest. i had a classmate come to school with an untreated gunshot wound. i would see my friends wearing handmade shirts featuring the collaged images of relatives who’d fallen victim to gun violence. even since graduating, three former classmates have passed away after being caught in the crossfire of our country's gun epidemic. there were no drills or prep courses to teach us how to deal with the effects of that.

one the most horrible encounters with gun violence that i have personally experienced happened when i was sixteen. i was attending a neighborhood memorial for a five year old boy who had gotten ahold of his parents’ gun and sadly sustained an accidental and fatal gunshot wound. halfway through the memorial service, which was taking place in a local park, we heard gunshots come from down the street and everyone had to leave behind their candles, flowers, and teddy bears to sprint to safety. the gun violence in my neighborhood had gotten so bad, that we weren’t even able to mourn its victims anymore.

i’m bringing this all up because earlier today, i was scrolling through instagram and was surprised to see my city on a CNN headline. there had been a school shooting at the high school a few blocks away from my old house and it had left 3 people dead and at least 6 people seriously injured. hearing the news broke my heart.

i am currently living in the u.k. and it’s hard to describe to my european friends, most of whom have never been directly impacted by gun violence, why i jump when a heavy dumpster lid is slammed shut, or why i feel the need to sprint if i see a crowd of people running. my friends here will sometimes joke about the u.s. being full of gun-toting, trigger-happy texans, but that is just one caricature of our gun violence epidemic and does not capture the diverse experiences that so many of us have grown up with (and a psa to those who have never been impacted by gun violence — please try to avoid throwaway comments like the one above — gun violence is not a joke).

all this being said, to anyone who has read the news today and is impacted by what’s going on, please take care of yourself and your community. it’s okay to log off if you need to <3

and to all of those who want to channel their frustration into action, remember that the november 8th midterm elections are coming up and this is sadly one of the ONLY ways we can work to prevent further tragedy and fight for better gun control legislation in the u.s. if you’re american, register to vote. if you are an american and won’t be in town on election day or are living abroad, YOU CAN STILL VOTE. and registering is just half the job. make sure you head to your polling place on election day to honor that commitment. research your candidates, check which organizations they give their money to, and which give money to them. there are so many NRA-backed candidates that need to be voted out! keep an eye out for endorsements from people/groups doing the good work. send letters to your local, state, and national representatives. protest. share your own experiences. be there for those who are most impacted (these are ways everyone can help, not just americans!!)

obviously gun violence is not the only issue that is important for the upcoming election, but it’s the one that’s hurting me, my friends, and family the most today.

#tw: gun violence #gun violence #gun control #midterm elections #hazel rambles

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I told myself i wanted to list out all of my major accomplishments this year to build some confidence in myself and drown out that little voice that always tells me i’m not good enough— It’s been a hard fucking year with a bitter end, but I have hope that after I move & recover from top surgery, my life will be better than ever. I dedicated this entire year to setting myself up for success, and I intend to reap the rewards, and continue to grow and change for the better in the new year. Without further adieu, this year I—

Performed at Full Spin (twice!!)

Headlined alongside a RPDR queen on tour (on my birthday!!)

Got to perform during halftime at a wrestling show

Performed at a sold out show at Paradise Rock Club, one of my favorite venues (on my drag birthday!)

Performed at House of Blues for another sold out show

Performed at my first brunch (and made the most money I’ve ever made in drag)

Was the special guest at the open stage I started out on

Debuted in a new city for the first time, and did my makeup ON THE TRAIN for it!

Hosted and produced my last college drag show

Survived my first pride as a drag performer

Learned some Taylor Swift & had a blast going out of my comfort zone and performing at a Speak Now show

Performed at a total of 19 different shows this year, and served cunt at every fucking one!!!

Had work accepted into a VHS-themed gallery, and got to put some of my digital drag on tape!! (i've always wanted to do that!!)

Made dozens of new friends, and grew so much closer with old ones. I’ve seriously felt so supported and surrounded by love from my friends this year.

Opened up to my mom about my gender identity and life as a drag performer, to an incredibly warm & supportive response

Got to have my brother see me perform in drag, & met his girlfriend!!

Was called “son” by both my parents for the first time

Bulked up my wardrobe with new costumes, wigs, shoes, and materials

Upped my personal style game outside of drag, (was told that “i’m giving everything I want to give, in and out of drag”)

Marie Kondo’ed my things, and got rid of anything that no longer served me

Invested in my comfort, bought a new bed, bed frame, and bedding, as well as comfortable shoes and a vanity setup

Legally changed my name, and updated my drivers license, SSC, laptop, bank, and everything else under the sun to reflect that change

Got my own insurance, & got off my dad’s plan

Became financially independent from my family

Started 2 new jobs, after months of living gig to gig

Got on food stamps, after getting denied once before

Graduated college, despite the horrible time college was for me

Helped organize a student union, & attended protests for budget transparency

Gotten so much better at standing up for myself, walked out of jobs, classes, and relationships where I was being mistreated, and advocated for myself in academic, medical, and work settings (even when it was hard and it resulted in lost opportunities, if you treat people like that I don't want what you're selling!!!)

Started therapy (twice)

Fought tooth and nail for top surgery, and am getting it in 3 days!!!

Visited Brooklyn, Portland, & Martha’s Vineyard all for the first time

Went swimming in the ocean a lot this summer B) & saw sand sculptures for the first time!!

Started taking regular baths, drinking more tea, and stretching more often

Started journaling

Have been eating better, (3 meals a day!) and taking my daily vitamins

Have developed a weekly chore schedule that works for me as an ADHD-haver

Celebrated one year on testosterone!

Finally found a skincare routine that’s starting to clear up my tboy acne

Took dance lessons with a jazz instructor

Made a bunch of cool stuff! like a cast plastic mask, a dress, styled wigs, digital collages, mixes, & prints!

backed up my computer after over 1000 days

recovered from the deep burnout school, drag, competition, and an abusive relationship left me with, and am brimming with fresh ideas to bring into the new year!!

I deserve everything I’ve worked so hard for!!! I’m hot, funny, talented, and kind. I’m a highly decorated, iconic, title holding drag performer and multi-disciplinary artist. I’m a sweet, understanding, and generous friend. I’m a romantic, just filled to the brim with love to share, and I deserve somebody who sees me as an equal, takes me out on romantic dates, and makes me feel loved and beautiful. I deserve a family who sees and accepts me for who I am, and isn’t always looking for the worst in me, or more concerned about being right than communicating honestly. I deserve the opportunity to heal from the massive amounts of abuse and trauma I faced in my life. I deserve to get to be the person I needed when I was younger. I’ve been through so much at 22, and I’m only getting started.

In 2024 I’m going to be bolder, louder, and take up more space. I’m going to be sooooo annoying in peoples DM’s, because you don’t get things you don’t ask for or work for. I’m going to move somewhere cheaper, save up, adopt a cat, and finally see the dentist. I’m going to be in my hot slut era because I’ll be newly single and recovered from top surgery. I’m going to update my resume and apply to shit I’m under-qualified for. I am going to make art like a motherfucker, and enjoy every second of it. I am going to do things that scare me, and go places I've never gone before. I am going to be so in love with myself it’s disgusting. I am going to continue spread joy and chase new experiences, because god damn it that is what I was put on this earth to do!!!

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A past life

Bruce Whitefoot circa 1993

I’d like to honor the memory of my friend and past fire chief Doug Lorenson to this episode. Doug lost his long battle with leukemia at the too young of age of 35, and survived by 2 young children, and his Wife. Doug got on this department barely out of high school.

Thru the years, I’ve been a part of many organizations. Some of the day to day house keeping of these organizations was pure torture. Where as the main theme was glorious. I still support emotionally and spiritually at times the Fire Dept. But honestly, do not miss it.

The above shot, is 1993, before our house burned down. I had attended the National Fire Academy twice. Been fire chief. With some exciting stories to tell. Can of skoal in shirt pocket. National Fire Academy hat. And a huge fire/rescue belt buckle.

I was hard core fire dept member from 1978 to 1994. Then asked to come back again in 1999. In 99, I was going to make an attempt to get 20 years under my belt. In 99, I just barely made it as a member/chief another year, and just had to get out. I just couldn’t do it any more.... note “burned out”.

Initially, joined just after Luke was born. No idea what I was getting into. Didn’t know if I could handle fire fighting or rescue. But thought that I’d just give it a shot, and do the best I can.

The at that time the current, Dept. was poorly trained at best, and had the best of intentions of “surrounding and drowning” all fire incidents (good ol’ boy syndrome), which wasn’t all that uncommon with rural depts. across Nebraski. Some are still that way today.

There was no Waverly Rescue then, .... we depended on Greenwood for rescue, and we would be first responders until they arrived. The “trauma” kit consisted of bandages from the early 60′s (free Civil Defense over stock), and a demand valve on a small tank. No one on the dept, had any medical training to speak of except for one member (Mike Danley), maybe others with a little first aid. Sorry but he couldn’t make every call.

Mike at this time was just starting to organize funding/approval for Waverly to start their own rescue squad. It was very early stages here. Mike had been on another rescue squad in the past, and saw the need.

Greenwood rescue, over 48% of all of their medical calls were to Waverly at that time. So they were all about us getting our own too.

I had been on WFD for less than a year, when I joined up with the beginnings of the Rescue Squad and became a charter member. Helping promote funding, and starting training. Mike’s presence then was a beast. Ultimate respect for him. Big guy, with a huge sense of humor, and tons of knowledge.

We got the rescue up and running. We were separate from Fire, not common, but you’d see it here and there. So I became a dual member. In some ways it was a rough go. Not all fire or rescue members got a long. BUT every call it appeared everyone was attempting the same goal.

The local Rural Fire, and the City Council had never ever spent so much money in budget before. That was a battle to convince them to make the plunge. Members of both groups wanted the rescue, but didn’t want to spend the money. Good folks made hard choices.

Thru the years... experience flew in my itty bitty head, and a lot stuck/stayed there. I’ve done CPR 4 times, actual hands on, with 1 surviving, and 2 of them coming back for a short period. Several actual structural fires (we didn’t really have that many, but we were called by neighboring FD to assist [Mutual Aid]). Car accidents full of carnage.... nightmare fest. Chemical incidents. Hazardous matericals, law enforcement incidents, Etc. Etc.

Attended State Fire school in Grand Island every year I could. Took a few classes a couple of times.

Attended Rescue Schools in Kearney.

Attended National Fire Academy in Emmitsburg Maryland twice.

I was Doug Lorensons Assistant Chief on the FD, when we found out thru the grapevine we were considered “the best” fire/rescue this end of the State, and in the top 5 of the whole state, for volunteer FD and Rescue.

We could rock it.... oh lordy were we something back then. We held open seminars to any Dept’s that wished to attend. We trained heavily. Went to National Fire Academy.

A tiny fraction of our achievements: First rescue to learn “shock trousers”. Awarded Rescue Dept. of the year. Farm equipment rescue seminar (Waverly sponsored). School bus rescue seminar (Waverly sponsored). Pump class sponsored. Fire Fighter 1 class sponsored. Free CPR classes for members and general public and groups. Emotional stability class sponsored. Jaws of life class sponsored. Air Bag rescue class sponsored. Mutual aid water hauling class sponsored. First in our area to sign on with Bryan Heart Team (they were pre paramedic). First volunteer dept, in this area with their own air compressor (LFD would come out to Waverly to fill tanks time to time) .... Hi angle rescue training. on and on, simply amazing

Our money by this time (late 80′s) was rolling in from a Bingo Parlor sponsor. So our equipment was nothing short of top shelf. All the schooling a member could handle.

These were the days that employers would support employees that belonged to civil service groups.

For example I worked at Lincoln Hoot and Hollar. I could be working anywhere, and if I got a fire/rescue call, they would get me there if needed, and they would pay me, no questions asked.

LTT was not the only company that did this. It wasn’t uncommon. In this area now, you never hear of it, and folks would think you were nuts to even suggest it.

Week day calls were tough back then, even worse now. Members who could make these calls were over worked and rarely appreciated. Never enough folks for support. Mutual Aid calls were common, just to get physical bodies to help.

Calls as one can suspect, very unpredictable. Have a call everyday for months. Then go 6 months with nothing. Participated in days where we would have 5 in 1 day. 8 on a weekend.

Often appeared on big holidays were almost a promise. My house fire is a prime example.... Xmas morning.

One Xmas holiday we had 2 structure fires (2 mutual aid fatalities) and a frost bite call all within 24 hours.

Lots of blood and guts with I80 running thru our district. Upwards of 50% of our calls were on I80. Those calls could be very interesting also. Some very tough. One had several of our members reevaluating “what are we doing?”.

I won’t get into details here on these type of calls. They are not for open discussion to the public. More of a private conversation....

Still have some friends on the FD/rescue. But mostly I don’t know any of them. And I’d suspect they have never heard of me... especially since I’ve been gone since 1999.

Chief 2 times for total 3 years. Held every office of both organizations at one time or another. And a member of a separate appointment by the city council to “emergency preparedness”. CPR and Red Cross Safety Instructor for over 10 years. I taught to private groups and at LTT.

I do miss it at times. Believe it to be the adrenaline side of it. Miss that rush. Plus the afterglow when we really did something cool. Don’t miss butting heads with the government, or pig headed people.

President Reagan, did go out of his way to try and recognize and find money for the Volunteer Emergency Services of our country. At that time 85% of all emergency services were volunteer in our country. Other than being recognized I don’t think anything ever became of it.

Don’t know those numbers how they apply to todays world here in Waverlyland. I do know that they suffer dramatically on weekday calls.... worse than back then. I’ve heard because of this issue, it has taken its toll on existing members attitudes.

Find myself lucky to have survived all of this, and kept my head screwed on. Tough go at times.

Who knows what the future brings

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(for the wip challenge) woah they sound interesting thanks! im really curious about the joshneku detective au, twewy dystopian au, jns fantasy au, reaper au, love, shibuya outline, and twewy the feels. hope its not too much at once?

*rubs my hands together* It's certainly not too much at once!

JoshNeku Detective AU

This is an AU I pitched in the Dead God's Boytoy server and then a bunch of us developed it together and I decided I wanted to write it because I'm just absolutely in love with what we came up with.

Neku and Joshua are detectives working together to investigate a string of murders with a similar MO but no apparent commonality between the victims. Joshua has been working the case for months with almost no leads, so the agency assigns Neku--who just returned to work after a year-long leave--to be his partner in hopes that a fresh pair of eyes will help them crack the case.

I'm probably going to be focusing on this once the bang ends, and I'm so excited!

TWEWY Dystopian AU

I talked about this one here, so I'll share a snippet! This is the very beginning of the fic.

Neku breathed heavily beneath his mask. The alleyway he’d chosen smelled disgusting, and there was an open bag of trash spilling garbage at his feet, but it was secluded and, from what he’d gathered while observing for the past week, almost nobody ever came here. Which might defeat the purpose of the whole thing, but this was just a practice round. He needed to get used to this.

He knew it was dangerous, doing this without a lookout, but… he was willing to risk it.

One hand pinned the stencil against the wall, the other held a spray can in a trembling grip. The stencil was paper, easily disposable, with nothing tracing it back to Neku Sakuraba. He took a deep, steadying breath, and pressed down on the trigger.

JNS Fantasy AU

Neku is a sorcerer with ghosty powers, who runs a shop and offers seances, using his ability to make doors to the ghost world to let people speak to their dead loved ones. One day, Joshua comes into his shop, asking to speak to his father--typical stuff. Except it turns out that he's an exiled demon prince with plans of regaining his full power and ending the world. Neku, in a bid to save himself, offers to help Josh do this in exchange for his survival... which was what Joshua wanted him to do, so off they go, on a quest to bring about the apocalypse. Meanwhile, Shiki, a witch in a cat mask, is trying to stop them, for obvious reasons.

Shenanigans ensue. It’s a goofy JoshNekuShiki fantasy romcom, and my favorite bit from my notes is the line, “I can’t destroy the world without Neku. 🥺”

Reaper AU

I talked about this in detail here, and I put writing it on hold because of the bang but *vibrates at a frequency that can shatter glass* it's so GOOD! I haven’t written very much on it, though, so there’s nothing I’m comfortable sharing as a snippet, unfortunately.

Love, Shibuya Outline

This is a sequel/companion fic to “dear shibuya (end of my life)” by ryyves. It's a canon divergent AU where, because of the events of the first game, the Higher Plane decides to punish Joshua by making him Shibuya’s Producer, stripping him of his control and ability to directly influence the city. He can't get out of it, but he manages to convince them to let him choose the new Composer--and who better for that position than Neku?

We developed this AU together and it turned out they were interested in writing Neku’s storyline and I was interested in writing Joshua’s, so it worked out perfectly. EXCEPT IT'S BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND I HAVEN'T WRITTEN MY PART YET. 😭 In my defense, it is huge, like the fic doubles as a “the Wicked Twisters play the Game normally” AU but from Joshua’s perspective as an outsider, so it’s like... really intimidating? And I’ve only planned like the first two days. 😭

TWWY The Feels

Yes, the misspelling is in the file name lmao I'm too lazy to fix it. But it’s an edit to “The Feels” by Twice, and also a high school au! Nothing fancy, just the characters reflecting on their high school years right before graduation, with a focus on JoshNekuShiki because I'm me. It's made entirely in After Effects using fanart (used with permission from the artists) to tell the story, and has some of my best candy-style editing ever.

I used the song literally just because I like it, it’s cute, and I kept trying and failing to join MEPs with it (either the hosts were ignoring or rejecting my applications, YouTube was eating all of my comments, or some combination, idk) so I eventually just said fuck it and decided to do my own thing lmao

#asks #anonymous #personal

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nikoadari · 1 year

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March 20

Dear Diary,

Ramon woke up Quiet this morning.

All of us are sitting by the little stream that runs past the house. Yasmine is sketching Ramon as he sits in the water – she’s been taking a big interest in drawing lately; seeing her be able to just sit down and focus on something she likes is such a relief – and Sol is meditating.

I have some of my library books with me and, of course, the journal I’m writing in now. It’s about time I start reading more of those books. The more I read, the more I become undecided about Sol. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to figure it out now that Ramon has gone Quiet.

It’s the first time it’s happened on this trip…. I really hoped time away from the city, the daycare, whatever is triggering his Quiet phases, would make it disappear entirely, but I guess that was unrealistic. It usually happens once or twice a week, after all, and the last one was actually two weeks ago. The times between his Quiet phases gets longer when Sol comes to visit, so I suppose it’s right on schedule.

God, what’s wrong with him? I wish I knew. For all his knowledge, Sol doesn’t know the reason behind Ramon’s Quiet phases, either. He’s had the best doctors examine him; we’ve taken him to all different sorts of therapies and I even had him on Ritalin for a time to try to force it to stop.

It didn’t help, and after the third dose of that I threw it away; he hated how it made him feel. I’d hoped…I really hoped that this trip would be a changing point for my baby.

I’m starting to think he’s having strokes. Why else would he just stop functioning like that? All he does is breathe and blink. All it would take is one ill-intentioned daycare provider or teacher, and he wouldn’t be able to tell me what they did; he can’t remember much of anything that happens while he’s Quiet.

If someone forgets to feed him, he won’t say anything, and he won’t be fed all day! It will be a complete nightmare once he goes to school. I don’t know what I’ll do if he comes home bleeding because some brat thought it would be funny to throw things at him while he couldn’t run away or defend himself.

God, look at him now. He’s just staring at the water. His neck is fine, I’ve checked, but…no child should have eyes so dead!

Is this how it’s going to be forever?

What if there’s an emergency and he doesn’t come when called? What if–

Sol just left. I don’t know where – somewhere only he knows in the forest. He came out of his meditation and started speaking so suddenly that I almost dropped my pencil. He told me that he thought he could do something to help Ramon come out of his Quiet phase quickly, but that he wasn’t sure if it would work.

Of course I asked him what his plan was but he wouldn’t tell me! He just said that he had to leave for a while, but he wouldn’t be too far and that I should yell if I need him for something. Specifically, yell his name twice and then pick up Ramon and Yasmine and go inside. Also, unless I yell for him or until he comes back, none of us can go inside.

I have never wanted to curse him out so much in my life! What is this; a spell!? What the hell does that even mean?

I almost started to argue, but the way he was looking at me…it was so intense and serious, and I knew he wasn’t just being dramatic. He really did mean what he said, and as strange as his instructions were, I trust him with Ramon’s health.

I agreed, and he disappeared into the trees. It’s been a couple minutes now, and I haven’t heard anything since then. The kids are still– oh.

Yasmine just…fell asleep? She just slumped over, face in her sketchpad. Aw, that’s pretty cute.

Hm, she didn’t wake up or even stir when I turned her over. That’s odd. She isn’t that heavy a sleeper.

And she didn’t seem tired a minute ago…well, it is a warm day. It could make anyone want a nap. But Lord above, she’s less concerned with Ramon’s state than anyone else who knows. It makes sense; it’s been happening since he was thirteen months; she probably doesn’t remember a time her brother didn’t go Quiet.

It’s not that I want her to be nervous about it exactly. The fact that she can continue playing by herself or tries to include him in the play without making him move is wonderful. But still, I don’t want her to be used to it. I don’t want him to have this…illness? Condition? Whatever it is, I don’t want it!

I want Ramon to be a healthy boy. Is that too much to ask? I have so many things to do every day Sol isn’t here. I have bills to sort through, and a job, and shopping to do. Cleaning the house and cooking something semi-healthy, driving the kids to school, driving them to daycare, washing and folding clothes, taking pills, and work, work, work, work, work!

Why is this added to the pile? Why can’t he just be normal? Why can’t Yasmine be normal? It isn’t fair to blame the children, no…. Sol. Why can’t just have a semi-normal family for once, chosen a man who sticks around to help me all year, instead of just a few months? He–

Oh, my God!

Ramon just woke me up. He was patting my cheeks and calling “Mama?” and calling me a sleepyhead like nothing happened! What!?

There was no way I fell asleep on my own. No way! I wasn’t even drowsy! And I never would have left Ramon in the stream if I had started to feel tired!

And Ramon’s not Quiet anymore! I checked him all over to see if he was okay. He’s still wet, but otherwise fine. He isn’t even sluggish like he normally is after coming out of a Quiet phase. Yasmine’s woken up, too. She looks sullen.

Oh. Well, apparently she wasn’t done drawing him but now he’s moved, therefore ruining her artwork. God, this child…wait.

Sol hasn’t come back.

I asked Ramon if he saw or heard anything strange before he stopped being Quiet, even though I knew it was a long shot he remembered even a fuzzy memory.

To my surprise, he said he saw a green light facing around in front of him. He heard laughter, too. He thought it was Yasmine but she fell asleep before I did, so it couldn’t have been her.

That’s just like what happened at the river…that laughter! I knew it! Something magical is going on here, and I’m going to find out what it is if it’ll be the death of me.

I was going to call Sol like he told me to, but the way he said it – so serious and almost…nervous? – makes me think that the call was only meant for emergencies. Nothing bad has happened, exactly, but it’s been a while. Like half an hour? And who knows how long we were out for.

The kids are splashing each other with the water; I made them sit down just in case they get tired again. Was that the effects of the magic? Ramon didn’t fall asleep. At least, not that I can tell.

Why did it make Yasmine and me fall asleep and not Ramon? Why would it put us to sleep in the first place? So we wouldn’t see the “green light” Ramon talked about? Lord, he’s not even concerned about it. He said he could “think again” after he heard the light and saw the laughter. God, my poor baby….

I’ve been trying to find some sort of answer in these books, but it’s useless!

The only thing I could find even remotely similar is putting some type of magic into food, and then feeding it to some naïve human. We haven’t eaten anything especially strange. We just…fell over, seemingly out of nowhere.

At least hearing tiny voices or laughter or music is common, but there’s nothing about green light right in front of you!

This has to be Sol’s doing. What did he even do?? Why isn’t he back yet?

I asked the kids if they knew, just in case, and they both shook their heads. Instead, Ramon started complaining, saying he was too hot and wanted his hat. I almost went inside the house to get it before both Ramon and Yasmine both began shouting that I couldn’t go.

I completely forgot about Sol’s warning…but wait.

I know Yasmine was close enough to hear what her father said, but Ramon never remembers much about when he’s Quiet, so he shouldn’t know. The magical stuff was probably due to it being, you know, magic. I asked him how he knew we weren’t supposed to go inside, and he looked down.

He mumbled that he just “had a feeling.” Yasmine nodded like she had a feeling, too. I don’t have this feeling, and I would have gone into the house if they hadn’t stopped me. That’s…concerning.

Okay, okay. I need to keep it together. The kids shouldn’t see their mother panicking.

I poured some of the creek water on Ramon’s head. Enough to get through his baby afro. It’s not a perfect solution, but it will have to do for now.

I asked them if they had any other “feelings” since they got here. Like the fish Yasmine had tried to chase. She said that she had “really wanted to catch it. Really, really wanted it.”

Okay, then.

“I wanted it even more than I want a horsey!” she said. “Uh, but…I still want a horsey….”

God, ever since we showed her that Black Beauty movie, she’s been begging for a horse of her own; they’ve become her new favorite animal. Where would we put said animal? She doesn’t know, but she wants one. Kids.

She said she didn’t hear anything when she saw the fish; she just knew it was “the best fish ever.” I don’t even know what to do with that.

I asked them both if they heard anything at the other river where Sol and I taught them how to swim. I’d hoped that they had heard the laughter then, too, but they hadn’t. Instead they brought up last night.

Ramon said he saw something in the fire. He saidit looked like “tiny people dancing to Daddy’s music.”

It’s not a demon. It’s not a demon, don’t go there….

Yasmine said she didn’t see anything in the fire, but that she saw someone – not something, but someone – watching them all from a tree. She said that it didn’t look like any person she’d seen before; its eyes were all black and huge, and its face was really pale, like drawing paper.

I asked her why the actual heck she hadn’t said anything, and she said the person was “just there to listen to the music.” WHAT!? When I asked her how she knew that, she got quiet, like she didn’t actually know how she knew that. She is getting such a lecture later on assuming intentions!

I had to call Sol. I had to. I yelled his name twice like he said, picked up the kids, and went straight inside the house. Thank God there’s nothing strange inside.

We’re sitting in the living room now, and I’ve covered the windows. The children don’t seem worried. They’ve been trying to calm me down like I’m the one acting crazy here! They– this is insane. This is actually insane! This can’t be real!

People are watching us?? How did I not notice? Does Sol know? He couldn’t. He would have told me! But Yasmine asked me a question. She sounded so confused, like she genuinely didn’t understand.

She asked why I’m scared of these other people when I’m not scared of Daddy.

I thought I was gonna pass out. I had to ask her what she meant by that just to make sure and she just looked at me and said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Daddy can do magic, too.”

I knew it.

The door! It’s…Sol.

He’s back.

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