#I am so terribly afraid of meeting people but honestly It is going really well

[thesuntookgoodcareofme]

My class is made entirely from racist homo/transphobic misogynistic ableist people and it makes my skin crawl but I kinda made friends with this transboy whos 2 year older than me and I drew childe and diluc from genshin impact kissing for him and he got so happy. He told me he was trans and then I said "oh I kinda felt the vibes" as a compliment and he liked it hsjehekje im happy

#I am so terribly afraid of meeting people but honestly It is going really well #i genuinely hope nothing goes too wrong because even Though idont know how to keep friends #i dont even know if i can call It a friendship yet #maybe he only wanted a drawing from me and thats ok honestly #but it's going well and i think it's worth to try #living and interacting #i reccomended utena to him i hope he likes it #genshin impact #child x diluc i guess

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

summary: coney island. break my soul in two looking for you but you're right here. if I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to?

Sergeant Barnes had taken her advice, something which the other staff who usually came to upkeep the home did not believe. He didn’t take suggestions, at least he hadn’t since he was a child. He was one of those people who’d rather fail on his own accord rather than succeed on someone else’s. He’d just rather be stubborn yet an au pair had had him listening on how to parent his daughter. This had become much more evident when he’d called her somewhere around midday, asking if se could bring Sadie over to the office so he could spend some time with her. She’d never really gone to his office before, she’d never even questioned where it was. Usually a quickly handwritten note stuck to the fridge with a magnet with a just barely understood address. She didn’t know why she had thought he’d have a modest office - nothing about James Buchanan Barnes was modest, and as she stood in front of the glass building that seemed to thrust into the skies forever. In that moment she was afraid she didn’t know who was more in awe of it - her or Sadie who was tightly gripping her hand. 

Everything was ... polished, clean, almost crystalline. If she were to be honest, the building from the inside looking like a private high-end hospital or maybe a really white and sleek restaurant. It was intimidating, it matched the owner and it almost seemed out of place for an au pair dressed in Zara clothing and a toddler in beige clothing carrying a very bright Bluey backpack. 

      - Hi. - she smiled at the receptionist. - I’m Y/N, I’m Sergeant Barnes au pair. He asked me to bring his daughter to his office. 

      - I’ll let him know. 

Y/N looked down at Sadie, slightly shaking her arm to try and calm the little girl down. She didn’t look comfortable, staring at everyone who came in and out with fright. It wasn’t unexpected, she didn’t particularly enjoy strangers and this building was a whole building of strangers.

     - Hey, look who it is! - Y/N turned towards the direction of the sound to see Sam. 

Sam was one of Bucky’s only trusted people, the other owner of the company and honestly the reason why Y/N knew even the slightest of things about Bucky. He’d usually come by the house to play with Sadie when he could, having named himself as the young girl’s godfather despite Bucky’s objections. 

     - That’s the coolest Bluey backpack, Sisi. - he gave her a little twirl. - I’m so jealous. You have to lend it to me sometime. 

     - Y/N got it. - she smiled, proudly taking her backpack off to show it to her godfather. - There is Bluey and Bingo. 

      - Y/N never gets me presents. - Sam joked. - How are you? I heard from the grapevine that you gave Barnes a good old earful. Is he paying you for babysitting him as well? 

      - Maybe he values my opinion. - she teased as Sam placed a hand over his heart feigning hurt. - He’ll tell you off if he sees you hanging around instead of doing whatever it is you two do. 

     - I don’t know, Y/L/N. If babysitting ever goes south, perhaps you oughta join us. Would do well with someone who can get Barnes to change his mind. 

      - Sergeant Barnes is waiting. - the receptionist returned. - He also said he’ll be expecting a meeting with you soon, Mr. Wilson. 

     - Tell him he can keep waiting. - he waved the warning off before squatting down to Sadie’s level. - You go and hang out with dad. Tell me all about it later, Sisi. 

     - Bye, uncle Sam. - she waved with a grin before turning back to Y/N, extending her hand towards her again. 

The two of them followed the receptionist through clear halls decorated with elegant art, tall white and grey pottery as well as several plants which looked as fresh as any seen in nature. Soon, two large black doors came in view in a scene that reminded her somewhat of the entry to Jurassic Park. Perhaps because both housed two beings with terrible tempers. Sadie held onto Y/N’s leg as the receptionist left the two to grasp with who was going to open the door. 

     - Wanna go. - she buried her head in the fabric of Y/N’s trousers. - Please.

     - Sadie ... - Y/N leaned down to pick her up. - Daddy really wants to hang out with you. 

The little girl buried her face in her neck, mumbling about being scared. She couldn’t really blame her, the building was intimidating and even though her father sat on the other side of that door, all the 2 year old could see was a big door in a frightening building. 

     - We’re going in together. You can hold on to me, it’ll be ok. 

     - Promise?

     - Promise. - she smiled down at her before her hand reached to open the door. 

The office was without personality, much different to how Bucky had decorated his house. The office was just as clean as the rest of the building, decorated like any other office in a decoration magazine. Whilst his house was sophisticated, there were dots of personality everywhere from Sadie’s drawings on the fridge, to Bucky’s postcard collection in frames everywhere you’d looked. She wondered for a second, for a millisecond, if he even spent time here and if he did how much time did he spend. It looked too pristine but Sadie didn’t care, her face lighting up as she saw her dad. 

     - Look who it is. - she pointed at Bucky as Sadie jumped onto the floor to run over to her dad. 

     - Daddy, look, Bluey. - she pointed to her backpack. - Y/N gave it to me.

(...)

It was official. Y/N had no clue what to do with her free time. She had done her revision, looked at all her notes, even spent half the afternoon looking through her thesis only to find herself bored. She missed Sadie asking about her thesis, heck, she even missed the sound of the obnoxious children’s cartoons. Therefore, it was not upsetting when she got a message from Bucky, an hour earlier than expected. She walked back into that building with an unshaken confidence, climbing the stairs up to the office. 

     - FAIR! - Sadie rushed from the office to hug her leg. - Daddy is taking us. 

     - It’s Coney Island. If you’re not busy. - Bucky added as he came not far behind his daughter, keeping a trained eye on her so she wouldn’t wander far. - Sadie said she wanted you to come. 

     - What happened to your hair, baby? - she lowered to the 2 year old’s height, finding her hair on a half arranged scrunchie to the right of her head. 

     - It’s fine. - Bucky said nervously. - You like it, don’t you, Sisi? 

     - No. - she pouted. 

     - It’s alright, baby. - Y/N carefully pulled the scrunchie down. - It looks better down anyway. 

    - Thanks. - Bucky mumbled. - I’m not good with hair ... at least Sadie’s hair. 

It was an odd feeling. An odd feeling as he found himself completely at odds with how to look after his child while she just did it so effortlessly. She seemed to know better, better than him and she was a complete outsider. She wasn’t her mother, she wasn’t family yet Sadie followed her like a baby duck, happily telling her what she did. No tantrums, no anything. All she did was extend her little hand towards Y/N and Bucky couldn’t help the little green monster yearning to come out of him. He’d never really questioned what he was sacrificing, he thought it was ok. That’s what father’s did, right? That’s what his father had done and he always seemed to so tuned to his children’s needs. Yet, here he was, not knowing what to do about his own daughter.

He just starred at the spectacle of the fair, the sounds of children and their parents muzzled by his own thoughts. He just wondered, perhaps with some sort of obsession, if this, if who he was, was enough for Sadie. Was he a father or just the man who gave her a home? 

     - Sergeant Barnes? - her voice broke him from a daze he didn’t realise he’d been stuck in from his office all the way to the fair. - Sergeant Barnes, are you alright? 

     - Sorry. - he blinked harshly. - I was distracted. 

     - I gathered that much. - she looked at him from the corner of her eye. - Work? 

     - In a way. - he shrugged. - You’re good with Sadie. 

     - It’s part of my job. - she smiled at him. - You should fire me if I’m not good with Sadie. 

     - Not what I meant. - he continued looking at the aquarium exposition they’d set which was breath taking for little Sadie. - She really likes you. You can do her hair and she asks for you all the time. 

      - Sergeant Barnes, I ...

      - When she’s with me ... - he took a deep breathe, the words getting stuck in the middle of his throat. - When she’s with me she asks for you. 

      - She asks for you as well. - she tried to comfort him. - She’s 2. I wouldn’t dwell on it. 

      - You’re like Mary fucking Poppins. 

      - Or maybe I just give her spoonfuls of sugar. - she joked. - You’re a good dad, Sergeant Barnes. A grumpy one but a good one. 

      - I thought we were done with Sergeant Barnes.

     - Well, I am not done with being called sir. - she looked down at Sadie, pulling her away from the aquarium before she attempted to break the glass. - Why don’t we go on the merry go round? 

      - Fishies! - she pointed back at the fishes. 

      - It’s ok, Sisi. We can get you a gold fish after. 

How they had ended up here, Bucky wasn’t sure. All he knew is that Y/N was holding Sadie’s against her chest, the little girl having dozed off after going on every single ride and tent she could find, while Bucky had his handfuls with big stuffed teddies, two goldfishes (because of course Sadie wanted a fish to keep the other fish company), and a half eaten cotton candy which Sadie had said she would finish home.

      - You sure you don’t need help? - she asked, moving Sadie so she was more comfortably laying against her chest. - I can carry one of the stuffies. 

      - It’s okay. I may have gone overboard with the stuffies. 

      - At least you have a few new fans. - she teased, remembering how some of the mums had fawned as Bucky had easily won any and every fair game to win the biggest teddy available. - I’m sure you’ve increased your popularity. 

      - Did you have fun? - he attempted to change the subject. He knew his effect on women and he did not like to discuss it. Last thing he needed was a relationship to disrupt Sadie’s life. He was no stranger to a one night stand or even to having a few friends with benefits but that’s where it ended. For all Sadie, and even Y/N, were concerned he was a celibate, single man. It was for the best. 

      - As much fun as you can have when you ride the merry-go-round 10 times. 

     - C’mon, you need to have fun. What do you want to do? 

     - It’s okay, Sergeant Barnes. We need to get Sadie home and ...

     - Bucky. - he interrupted her. - It’s Bucky and I asked you what you want to do. Trust me, Sadie’s not waking up any time soon. I want you to have fun as well. 

     - Fine. I want to shoot some cans. 

     - You want to shoot some cans? - he chuckled. - Alright. We can find something like that. 

It wasn’t hard to find something like that. He just found it odd she wanted to do that. Perhaps it was the first thing that came through her mind when he asked her to do something she liked or maybe she had some pent up aggression within her. Whatever it was, Bucky was curious. He didn’t know much about her outside of what needed to be known. He knew she was working on her post graduate qualifications, doing a PhD, but he wasn’t sure on what. She didn’t share much. 

     - Here, let me hold her. - he shifted the things on his arms, finding space to hold his daughter against his hip. Y/N shrugged, handing him Sadie as if she would’ve easily shot the cans while holding the two year old. - Maybe you should ...

     - I got it. - she grabbed the prop weapon, gathering her aim before shooting 5 cans down in a row. 

     - Do you ... do you shoot often? - he looked at her with a mix of confusion and amazement. 

     - Not really. - she said, not taking her eyes off the other 5 cans which she easily knocked down before turning to the guy manning the booth. - Can I get the blue dog plush, please?

     - You’re a good shot. 

     - Is that a compliment, Sergeant Barnes? 

     - I’m a better shot but you’re not bad. - he added. - Come on. We have somewhere else to go. 

     - Are you gonna show me how much of a better shot you are?

     - Don’t need to. Have medals to prove it, Y/N. Besides, I have my daughter here. 

     - Uh ... I think you’re just scared of losing. 

     - Is that so?

     - Yes.

     - Ok. There’s a shooting range about half an hour from my office, I’ll happily show you my skills there. 

     - Can’t perform without your familiar tools? - she crossed her arms. 

     - Oh doll. - he smirked. - I can perform with any tool you choose. 

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky/reader #bucky x reader #bucky/you #bucky x you #bucky/y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/you #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan/y/n #sebastian stan x y/n

[icycoldninja]

Hey, love your DMC fanfics, can I request DMC5 Dante with sweet and kind s/o in her twenties, meeting fem reader parents who are really strict, conservative and lil abusive especially the reader's mother. They have weird ideas of purity for women and are very patriarchal.

Hello, hope you're well. Thank you very much, I am more than honored that you enjoy my writing. I am afraid to say that I have chosen to omit several aspects of your request as I wish for this blog and all material posted on it to remain free from political and social reform-related biases. In order to preserve the intended mood of the piece, I have replaced the aforementioned omitted material with synonymous themes, as needed. I understand that this may be disappointing to you, and for that, I apologize. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this fanfiction and that you have a fruitful and productive day. Thank you for your patience and leniency.

Terrible idea (DMC5! Dante x Fem!Abused!Reader)

TW: Controlling parents, violence, and implications of physical abuse incoming; if you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI.

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You sighed, resting your cheek on your palm as you stared out the car window, absently watching the blurred scenery rush by. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your hands felt clammy; you couldn't believe this was actually happening.

For context, today was the day Dante had agreed to meet your your parents. Normally, this would be a joyous occasion, but in this case, it was terrifying because your parents were less than pleasant, to say the least. They hated the idea of you leaving their (abusive) household so much, they did everything they could to make your relationships--be they friendships or otherwise--crumble. At first, they'd attempted to keep you isolated, but now you had a job, and therefore, your own house, which was conveniently far, far away from theirs, so there was nothing they could do. Their only remaining tactic was to embarrass you and insult anyone you brought to see them until your guest left, either in disgust or awkwardness. The only reason Dante lasted as long as he did was because he'd never met them--you'd kept their existence a secret from him and his existence from them up until this point.

You hadn't wanted to bring Dante to meet them, but he'd insisted. Because his parents weren't alive anymore, he was unable to introduce you to them; to make up for it, he'd meet your parents instead. You never told him how horrible your folks were, however, and were seriously regretting it now, but he was so excited--you just couldn't burst his bubble like that. Maybe, hopefully, things would go well today.

"Hey, babe, you OK?" Dante asked, briefly glancing in your direction.

"Yeah," You sighed, turning and smiling at him.

"You sure? You don't sound ok."

"I...I'm fine, don't worry."

"Ok...well...we're almost there, according to the GPS."

You nodded, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, not really sure what to say. You honestly didnt want to be going to your parents' house; Dante didn't need to get involved in your family issues any more than he needed to.

"Come on, I see that frown. You can tell me if something's wrong, y'know," Dante encouraged, patting your shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong," You responded, forcing another smile. "I'm fine." Dante would have pursued the conversation, but there was a sharp turn coming up that he needed to focus on. Once he rounded the curve, you spotted the a building in the distance; a familiar building that you recognized as your parents house; the building that had never been your home.

"This your folks' place?" Dante asked, and when you nodded, a big grin broke out on his face. It was clear he was excited to meet those who had "raised" you. It was a shame he had no idea how awful they truly were. "Alright," He exclaimed, grinning, "Let's go meet the people that raised my angel!" He flung the car door open and bounded out out it, with you slowly following suit. Poor Dante. He had no idea what waited for him there, and it was all because of your weakness. Now that you were literally on the threshold of hell itself, you felt so upset with yourself for not warning him earlier; for being so selfish and keeping the truth a secret from him. You were sure that after today, he wouldn't want to be with you anymore, and so, you decided to simply accept your fate and get on with it; maybe the day would pass by quicker if you pretended to enjoy it.

Your anxiety and fear reaching its peak, you rung the doorbell and waited for the door to swing open; waited to be greeted with the frowning faces of those horrible monsters you couldn't believe you called your parents.

Sure enough, the door creaked open, and you were met with your mother, a scowl plastered across her wrinkling face.

"Y/N," She greeted, stiffly, prompting you to force a smile.

"Good afternoon, mother." Your mother then turned her attention to Dante and narrowed her eyes at him.

"And who's this?"

"My...umm....my..." You words died in your throat; your mother's scrutinizing gaze silencing you. You sighed, folding your arms and averting your gaze. Thinking you were just too excited to function properly, Dante eagerly piped up and finished your sentence.

"I'm her man, name's Dante, nice to meet ya!" He stuck his hand out, expecting your mother to shake it, but she did no such thing.

"What? A boyfriend? Are you crazy? We told you never to get a boyfriend--you don't deserve one! " She yelled, her piercing, fiery gaze directed on you. "Answer me, girl, what were you thinking?!" You couldn't. You felt like there was a burning lump in your throat, preventing you from speaking. If you did, you were sure you would cry. You knew this was a bad idea. What were you thinking indeed, coming here and bringing Dante with you? Clearly angry at your lack of a response, your mother crossed over to you and slapped you across the face. "What has gotten into you, child? How dare you disobey us and bring this filthy troll to our doorstep?! How dare you?!" Suddenly, your mother seized you by the arm and began beating you with her bony, yet painful fists; his vise-like grip keeping you in place even though you screamed in pain and tried to get away.

"Stop it, let go of her!" Shouted Dante, forcing your mother away and standing between the two of you. You sobbed, clinging onto his arm as you desperately tried to wipe away your tears.

"Get out of my way, you have no right to stand between me and my daughter!"

"She ain't your daughter if you hit her like that--the hell you thinking?! What was that even for?!"

"Shut the fuck up, you worthless loser," Retorted your mother, spitefully. "You have no right telling me how to parent my child.

"She's not your child if you treat her like this," Dante said, coldly. "Come on, babe, let's get outta here." He wrapped his arm around you and tried to guide you away, but you remained still.

"I'm sorry, Dante," You said, still crying. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I'm so, so sorry--I should have told you about them sooner."

"And what's that supposed to mean, young lady?!" Demanded your father, striding into view in his usual stained shirt. "And who the fuck is this?"

"Her boyfriend," Growled your mother, turning her nose up in disgust. "A bad influence, too." Your father grunted, roughly grabbing your wrist and jerking you towards the house.

"That's easily taken care of. Get outta here, loser, you'll never see my daughter again." You turned and looked at the angry expression on Dante's face, wishing you had the strength to stand up for yourself and break free. Unfortunately, you didn't; you were too afraid to do anything. You could only watch as your horrible parents dragged you inside their house of horrors and slammed the doors in your boyfriend's face.

Once again, you found yourself questioning your thought processes that led you to set foot within a 40 mile radius of your parents' lair.

You knew it; you felt it in your bones and your gut, but you did it anyway.

You were such an idiot.

This really was a terrible idea.

#Dmc #Dmc5 #Dmc5 dante #Devil may cry #Devil may cry 5 #Dante x reader #Dmc dante x reader #Dmc5 dante x reader #Dante x reader angst #Devil may cry x reader #dante x reader #Angst #Fanfic #Angst fanfic #Angst with bad ending #Sad angst #Dmc x reader angst #Requested #thanks for requesting #icycoldninja writes #My apologies #I'm so sorry for omitting parts of your request #I understand if you're mad

[yesmissnyx]

How foo ppl find a dom like am i looking the wrong way😭

My Brother (gender neutral) in Kink, this is literally one of the top-most asked questions in the community. You are not alone in your search!

We Dom[mes] aren't nearly as plentiful as subs, in my experience, so there aren't as many to go around. Also, there can be a lot of bad eggs, so it makes good ones even harder to find.

BUT, I will also say, that good subs can ALSO be hard to find, and it's surprisingly easy to set yourself apart when looking for a Dom[me].

My biggest pieces of advice for beginners:

One: KNOW YOUR SHIT. Be knowledgeable about kink. Research. Read community posts (like on Reddit) and well-recommended books on kink. Most (good) Dom[mes] I know are into kink as both a sex thing AND a hobby. We're nerds about it. Learn how to talk about it as a fellow kink nerd, and we'll be at least a little enticed ;)

Two: GET INVOLVED IN THE COMMUNITY. Whether in real life or online, get to know other kinksters. Make friends. They will introduce you to their friends. I know this can be tough, depending on where you live and your extroversion levels, but I swear it can be a good way to naturally meet people. Not only will you have a support network of people who Get It if a relationship goes south, but it can filter out abusive assholes.

Three: KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR. Explore your fantasies by yourself. Daydream. Fantasize. Experiment and explore. This is a more introspective version of "KNOW YOUR SHIT." I've always appreciated subs who know what THEY like, know THEIR limits, and aren't afraid to negotiate. This can also help you express your needs/kinks to prospective not-exclusively-kinky partners, if you're looking for a life-partner who is willing to take on the role of a Dom[me]!

Four: BE RESPECTFUL AND WORK ON YOURSELF. This should REALLY be a no-brainer, but so many subs are pushy little shits with terrible boundaries and people skills. Don't just message a stranger all like "wah wah step on me 🥺 look at my penis" while bringing literally nothing else to the table. At best, you might get someone horny to sext with. At worst, you might get literally scammed.

Dom[mes] aren't kink dispensers. Nor are we therapists. Remember this.

We're people--just like you!--who want to have fun, interesting and gratifying relationships with compatible people. Work on your people skills. Work on your mental health. Work on your confidence and becoming a well-rounded person. Work on becoming the best version of yourself you can be.

Honestly, a lot of this just works are general relationship advice, because at the end of the day, being a mature, interesting, respectful person who can communicate your needs is extremely sexy and desirable ;)

Hopefully this is helpful to some of you out there looking for a Dom[me]! Good luck on your search!

#ask nyx #kink advice #Please don't get scammed...it's like...weirdly common nowadays 💀

[leupagus]

If I were writing this, I'd call it "Little Scraps of Wisdom," but I'm not writing it

So @themardia and I were talking, as we so often do, about why Henry Lasso should be in high school and not grade school, and... things happened. [Warning for some discussions of stillbirth and child death—not Henry—and warning for... us being us, basically]

Chapter One: In Which Gus And Mardia Discuss Why They Should've Been Consulted On Ted Lasso

GUS: SEE THIS IS WHY HE SHOULD HAVE HAD HENRY BE LIKE 17

MARDIA: MAKE THE KID BE A COLLEGE FRESHMAN

GUS: IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO FUNNY

MARDIA: and Ted and Michelle are empty nesters and that’s part of why the marriage implodes

MARDIA: people get married and have kids young! It happens!!!!

GUS: well and like... the implication from the show is that they got married out of college or whatnot, at least imo

GUS: when he mentions meeting her in the school parking lot

GUS: that was always my takeaway

MARDIA: Oh yeah

GUS: so right, they get married at say 23

Chapter Two: In Which Gus Has A Bad Idea

GUS: ...god you know what would make sense but would be like

GUS: SO DARK

MARDIA: Oh no

GUS: oh yes

MARDIA: I am afraid

GUS: maybe they DID have a kid

GUS: and he DIED

MARDIA: OH NO

GUS: YES

MARDIA: DANGIT GUS

GUS: is it worse if Henry was born before or after Kid A kicked the bucket

MARDIA: After

GUS: you're right

GUS: Michelle being like "we'll just try again! Mulligan!"

GUS: or wait no I think Ted would be more like that

GUS: and Michelle is devastated but like, pregnancy was actually really easy for her or whatever, so they have Henry

MARDIA: Yep yep

GUS: I think this only makes sense if the first kid died because of something they couldn't have prevented

GUS: bc if it had been an accident or something no WAY would ted have been able to like, leave

MARDIA: Or heck, even a stillbirth

GUS: man this is so terrible, thank you for yes-and-ing my horribleness

MARDIA: Ahahaha here for you

GUS: I think a stillbirth they would've tried again sooner

MARDIA: Ooh true

GUS: but like if the kid's IDK

GUS: ...doing math in my head... maybe 12? when it dies?

GUS: that gives them time to get henry, if henry's about 7 at the start of the show

GUS: and Ted and Michelle are early 40s

MARDIA: Oof this is dark af

GUS: honestly I want to write this now

GUS: oh man what if he had a daughter

MARDIA: DAMMIT GUS

GUS: WHAT IF HE HAD A DAUGHTER MARDIA

MARDIA: STOP TRYING TO HURT ME

GUS: AND WHEN HE SAID THINGS LIKE "LITTLE GIRLS ARE MYSTERIOUS AND PLAYFUL AND I GAVE UP TRYING TO FIGURE THEM OUT A LONG TIME AGO"

GUS: HE WAS THINKING ABOUT HIS LITTLE GIRL

MARDIA:

GUS: HAHAHAHA

Chapter Three: In Which Gus Has A Slightly Better Idea

GUS: ok ok what if instead I wrote that they DID have a first kid

GUS: but she's still alive

GUS: an actual Mary Sue

MARDIA: Thank you

MARDIA: Yes

MARDIA: I am a delicate flower 

GUS: I'd even call her that

GUS: Mary Sue Lasso

MARDIA: No judgment

MARDIA: Ted WOULD name his kid that

GUS: he absolutely would

GUS: ok so Mary Sue

GUS: first season she's finishing high school in Kansas

GUS: second season she rolls up because she got into college somewhere in the UK

GUS: not cambridge or oxford

MARDIA: St Andrews!

MARDIA: That’s the only other Uk college I know

GUS: oh my god I'm looking up colleges in the uk

GUS: she has to go to University College

MARDIA: Ahahahahahah

GUS: because that's the dumbest fucking name ever

MARDIA: it IS

GUS: she straight up applied because she didn't think it was a real place

GUS: and because her dad was like "aww you should apply to somewhere in the UK! then we can be expat buddies!"

GUS: and she DOES love him but like, jeez dad

GUS: anyway she gets in, has a HUGE fight with Michelle about it/the divorce/etc and is like FINE I'LL GO TO LONDON I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE SPACE JUST LIKE DAD DID, TOO BAD YOU CAN'T DIVORCE ME TOO

MARDIA: AHAHAHHA

GUS: like one of those very teenager fights

GUS: so when she gets to the UK she's still like, fuming

GUS: and Ted's like "... hi honey"

GUS: and she's like "I'M ON MY PERIOD AND I HATE MOM, GIVE ME CHOCOLATE AND LET'S GO ON THAT FERRIS WHEEL THING"

GUS: I feel like she stays with Ted

GUS: and absolutely destroys his apartment

MARDIA: and there is so much makeup in the bathroom

GUS: Five different shampoos

Chapter Four: In Which Mardia Proposes An SMAU Of Sorts

MARDIA: She tries out every new TikTok trend

MARDIA: Ted has a heart attack when he comes home and tries the wolf cut haircut

GUS: oh my god what is THAT

GUS: is both his reaction and mine

MARDIA: LOL

MARDIA: it’s basically like a shag haircut

GUS: oh god

MARDIA: There’s this famous YouTuber Brad Mondo

MARDIA: Who reacts to people fucking up their hair

MARDIA: And offers many tutorials

MARDIA: Anyway thanks to him

MARDIA: I know the wolf cut is popular with the youths

GUS: terrible I love it

MARDIA: And I love the idea of Ted watching it so he can help her

GUS: omg

GUS: YES

MARDIA: She puts the whole thing on the internet

MARDIA: It goes viral

GUS: periodically he'll stop and say "Hi Henry! Just me and your sister having ourselves a barbershop duo!"

GUS: because he thinks she's filming for Henry alone

MARDIA: AHAH

GUS: she has a whole series

GUS: omg what if she did this back in Kansas too

GUS: WHAT IF SHE WAS THE ONE WHO FILMED THE LASSO DANCE

GUS: and everybody in Richmond knows about this including the press but nobody talks to ted about it

GUS: assuming he knows

GUS: which of course He Does Not

GUS: should this have a ship

MARDIA: Of course not!

MARDIA: YES

MARDIA: MARY SUE AND SHANNON

GUS: lol I was thinking for Ted but yes good

MARDIA: Lololol

MARDIA: I think Trent

MARDIA: Just because the parallels with the daughters is funny to me

GUS: god right

GUS: what if she hates him at first

GUS: and is BIG MAD at him for betraying her dad with that article

MARDIA: YES

GUS: but in the end is like, ... I GUESS if you like him or whatever

GUS: this would be funniest in her POV I think

MARDIA: Yes

MARDIA: Bc her response to Ted is so different

GUS: but it does mean I would have to learn more about TikTok

MARDIA: I…will try to help

MARDIA: I have one but I barely get it myself

GUS: THANK YOU

GUS: basically I just need verisimilitude in re: uploading vids, getting responses etc

MARDIA: Oh for sure

GUS: I assume it's like insta/snapchat/twitter in terms of like

GUS: people can comment/like/subscribe

MARDIA: It’s basically the successor to vine if you know what that is

GUS: I do!

GUS: vaguely

MARDIA: There you go!

GUS: I never had one but i understood the basics 

GUS: mostly I'm Old Person about all of that

MARDIA: Dancing challenges are super common

GUS: Mary Sue definitely puts together a compilation of Lasso Dance Competitions

MARDIA: OOH YES

GUS: someone else did a music compilation thing to the GO LASSO GO LASSO GO chant that's like, catapulted some tiktok musician into actual success

GUS: ie like this

Chapter Five: In Which Gus Nixes The SMAU

GUS: okay god I am NOT making a fucking SMAU

MARDIA: Ahahahahahah

GUS: basically it's season 2 plus teenage daughter

GUS: but all through her POV

MARDIA: I dig it

GUS: so there's limited interest in what Ted's actually up to

GUS: I wonder if she knows about his panic attacks

GUS: I bet he doesn't tell her

MARDIA: I think this is when she figures it out

MARDIA: Or like, she finds out with everyone else

GUS: but like not because her dad was OPEN AND HONEST WITH HER

MARDIA: If she finds out when the article drops

GUS: so her anger at Trent would be like a drop in the bucket of her RAGE at her dad

MARDIA: Or because the article drops

MARDIA: she’s mad at EVERYBODY

GUS: EVERYBODY

MARDIA: does she know about how her grandpa died?

GUS: for sure, but again not because Ted told her

GUS: because that's the kind of family secret that's not actaully a secret

GUS: it's more a We Don't Talk About Bruno deal

MARDIA: Also she 100% takes a swing at Nate if she finds out he was the source

MARDIA: I love the idea of Ted having a daughter who is emphatically Not Nice

MARDIA: And may occasionally have rage issues

GUS: is it funnier if she's like, the spit of Michelle ie a tiny blonde

GUS: or more along the lasso lines so she can actually do damage to Nate

MARDIA: I think it’s funnier if she’s a mini Lasso

GUS: I mean either way Nate would be terrified

MARDIA: Like imagine a tiny teenage female Ted

MARDIA: But MAD

GUS: HAHA

GUS: I'm imagining like

GUS: Florence Pugh

GUS: which is funny for a number of reasons

MARDIA: ahahaha omg that would be great

MARDIA: Give her dark hair tho

GUS: maybe she used to dye it blonde

GUS: like her mom

MARDIA: Ooh yeah

GUS: (bc no way is Michelle a natural blonde, no disrespect but srs)

GUS: (which: neither is Rebecca so)

MARDIA: Particularly bc Sudekis’ hair isn’t that dark

MARDIA: so going blond wouldn’t be that hard or that shocking

GUS: lol what if she home dyes her hair all the time

GUS: just destroying Ted's bathroom

GUS: because she felt pink

MARDIA: this is how she’s a Brad mondo addict 

GUS: and he's like "babydoll you know I love you very much but what the heck"

MARDIA: And Ted starts having to watch just to understand wtf is happening on his baby’s head

GUS: she comes into his bedroom one night and he does like a Keeley-worthy toss of his phone across the room

GUS: and she's like "...ew if you're watching porn, gross"

GUS: "but also, that stuff is exploitative and you should really be on Make Love Not Porn"

GUS: and Ted is like "...thanks?"

Chapter Six: In Which Okay, This Might Have Some SMAU Elements

MARDIA: I gotta say

MARDIA: It would be even funnier

MARDIA: If Ted is actually pretty good with hair

MARDIA: Both bc he learned thanks to having a kid

GUS: true! ooh what if Ted was the primary caregiver bc Michelle was the breadwinner

MARDIA: so when she uploads the videos of her dad doing the wolf cut

MARDIA: He is very earnestly and carefully sectioning her hair

GUS: **chinhands

MARDIA: And talking about how you have to do it like THIS because that Brad boy said so

MARDIA: And waxing poetic about getting the right type of scissors

MARDIA: “Can’t be hacking at your hair with kitchen shears”

GUS: all the while Mary Sue just looking dead into the camera

MARDIA: and putting on the screen type that says BRAD MONDO YOU CREATED A MONSTER

MARDIA: Brad mondo immediately does a reaction video

MARDIA: He is DYING

MARDIA: and also SO VINDICATED

MARDIA: “See THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FOLLOW THE CORRECT METHOD”

MARDIA: He’s actually super enthused about Ted’s technique

MARDIA: oh god

MARDIA: What if she’s a semi regular on his channel

GUS: yes

GUS: continue

MARDIA: Like, she’s done wild shit to her hair in the past

MARDIA: So he’s reacted to her a few times

MARDIA: And is straight up going “I’m sorry but you need your dad to do your hair more often, this is the best you have ever looked"

GUS: I feel like that would be CRUSHING to an 18 year old but like

GUS: objectively hilarious

MARDIA: He’s actually very nice on the whole

MARDIA: But honest

GUS: Mardia

GUS: you look me in the screen and tell me what 18 year old wants honesty

MARDIA: HAH

MARDIA: like, she tends to go wild bc she is impatient

MARDIA: like, her hair never looks BAD BAD

MARDIA: but Brad is vibing bc Ted is METHODICAL 

MARDIA: And takes the time to do it CORRECTLY

MARDIA: (To be fair, the wolf cut technique is supposed to be idiot proof)

MARDIA: (It is not)

GUS: (there are a lot of idiots in the world ok)

MARDIA: Like, the video is just Ted being patient and following ALL THE STEPS

MARDIA: while Mary Sue just squirms bc she is IMPATIENT OKAY

MARDIA: And to add insult to injury

MARDIA: Brad keeps pausing the video

MARDIA: To point out all the things that Ted is doing CORRECTLY

MARDIA: “You see how he’s directing the ponytail to the very top of her head”

GUS: I love it

GUS: although fair warning, you're writing that part

MARDIA: HAH I got you

GUS: I'm just going to be like [HAIR SCENE/FILMNG HEREY]

GUS: [BRAD REACTION VID HEREY]

MARDIA: AHAHHHAHA

MARDIA: Perfect

GUS: god

GUS: what if she used to get comments back before her dad became famous

GUS: (bc she's been doing this since she was like 15)

GUS: from women being like "IS UR DAD SINGLE"

GUS: and she was like "EW NO HE ISN'T STOP LEAVING WEIRD SEX COMMENTS ABOUT MY DAD"

GUS: like not puriteen about it

GUS: but like full on Amy from Brooklyn 99

GUS: EW ROSA THAT'S OUR DADS

MARDIA: YES PERFECT

GUS: and then thanks to the Lasso Dance (and maybe a little bit of Dad becoming this famous soccer coach or whatever)

GUS: her channel (does tiktok have channels? whatever the term is)

GUS: becomes HUGELY popular

GUS: like she still films stuff with her friends etc

GUS: but the Dad stuff is the big ticket item

GUS: which she's so grossed out by but also: it's hilarious

Chapter Seven: In Which Children Of Divorce, Whoo Boy

GUS: also -- Mary Sue is ABSOLUTELY the kid who sides with Dad in a divorce

MARDIA: Oh yep

GUS: (Henry's too young but I think he sides with Michelle)

MARDIA: Especially because like. The reason that Michelle is right to leave

MARDIA: Is not something I feel like Mary Sue would get instinctively

GUS: oh absolutely

GUS: ... oh man

GUS: you know what I could do

GUS: is have Beard sit her down at some point

GUS: and be like "your Dad is hard to be married to"

GUS: "I should know, I've been his work wife for 20 years"

MARDIA: He’s not wrong!

GUS: HE IS NOT

MARDIA: And Mary Sue could hear it from him

GUS: exactly

MARDIA: where she can’t hear it from her mom, not that Michelle is even trying to justify it

GUS: because Beard is also The Mom

GUS: man what if when she was little

GUS: and she'd get mad at her parents for whatever

GUS: she'd run away from home

GUS: to Beard's house

GUS: two blocks away

GUS: like backpack full of her favorite stuffed animals and her blankie over her shoulder

GUS: "WE'RE LEAVING"

GUS: "PACK YOUR TENT"

GUS: Beard: ok lemme just make a reeeeeal quick phonecall

GUS: they actually did go camping

GUS: bc Beard lived right next to like, a park or whatever

GUS: so they'd pitch the tent about 100 feet away from his house and make a fire and toast marshmallows

GUS: and talk about whatever books she was reading

GUS: or just stare at the fire

GUS: and then she'd fall asleep and he'd bring her home

GUS: and Michelle and Ted were totally zen about it

Chapter Eight: In Which Mary Sue's Reaction To Characters Is Not Necessarily Our Reaction To Characters

GUS: so when she moves to the UK she still randomly shows up at Beard's

GUS: which causes some stress in Beard's relationship with Jane

GUS: or maybe they get along worryingly well IDK

MARDIA: I think Mary Sue would be like “who is this”

MARDIA: At first they get along

MARDIA: And then Mary Sue sees the crazy and is like NOPE

GUS: YES good

GUS: Mary Sue's like "you remember that ventriloquist girl? and the telemarketer who was into recreational caning? Yeah Jane is worse"

GUS: and Beard is like "woah that is an indictment" and breaks up with Jane

MARDIA: she’s not wrong!!!!

GUS: SHE IS NOT

MARDIA: And Ted is like “oh thank you sweetheart”

GUS: I feel like she'd dislike Keeley at first because teenage girls still have a weird puritanical streak

GUS: but Keeley would win her over

MARDIA: Oh yes

GUS: and I think she LIKES Rebecca but like... in the way you like your dad's boss

GUS: she knows that they're close but Rebecca seems really remote and inaccessible

MARDIA: oh for sure

MARDIA: Like, that’s her dad’s work person

GUS: which means she just becomes very Midwest Polite around Rebecca

GUS: and Rebecca is like SHE IS SO CHARMING

GUS: and ted is like yes... charming

GUS: not revealing that his daughter has become a pod person

MARDIA: AHAHAHAH

GUS: what if there's some sort of crisis

GUS: one of the players is in a car accident or something

GUS: and everybody rushes to the hospital

GUS: including Rebecca who's like, no makeup in her sweats with sneakers that squeak on the linoleum

GUS: and Mary Sue is like "oh she's a human being ok"

GUS: and promptly becomes as horrible to her as she is to everyone else

MARDIA: Rebecca is so BEWILDERED

GUS: "I don't know what I did wrong, Ted, she's acting so--"

GUS: "oh no, you did something right. and now you get the same patented Mary Sue Lasso Special that us folks she actually likes get on the regular"

MARDIA: Rebecca is both flattered and insulted 

GUS: Rebecca knows she really Made It, though, when Mary Sue runs away to her house one time

GUS: (because Beard is out of town or something)

GUS: and Rebecca is like "... I have an outdoor fire pit?"

GUS: "It's remote-controlled but I'm sure we can manage"

GUS: Mary Sue brings over her last bag of Jet Puffed Giant Marshmallows

GUS: I'm trying to think of how Trent and Mary Sue interact

GUS: She's DEFINITELY at the pub with her dad that time Trent's there and asks about the "food poisoning"

GUS: and she clocks that SOMETHING'S hinky

GUS: but assumes it's her dad's sublimated crush on trent

GUS: and is like "dad he was totally flirting with you"

GUS: which has the benefit of derailing Ted's concern about Trent figuring shit out

GUS: and also giving Ted a whole NEW thing to worry about

GUS: he makes some comment about how he's not gonna slip Trent a note asking if he likes him, check yes or no

GUS: and Mary Sue's like "oh my god you're so OLD"

MARDIA: okay I gotta detangle and wash my hair

MARDIA: KEEP GOING THO

GUS: haha don't try the wolf cut

Chapter Nine: In Which Gus Is Left By Herself, With Predictable Results

GUS: so it can start with Mary Sue getting off the plane in Heathrow

GUS: and Ted and Beard are waiting at the gate bc rebecca bought them fraudulent plane tickets so they could get through security

GUS: which, background to that is that Ted talked Rebecca's ear off about how anxious he was having her here for the first time, seeing as how she didn't come with Henry and Michelle that spring bc exams or whatever

GUS: but mostly Mary Sue's just like "oh my god you're so embarrassing"

GUS: so the first section would be mostly her like, starting college, dealing with her own culture shock etc

GUS: if you've got an idea of what she'd be majoring in/interested in lmk, I kind of want her to be completely separate from both Ted and Michelle

GUS: and Michelle I still headcanon as like an engineer of some kind

GUS: Maybe she's into music or something arts-related?

GUS: god what if she's an English major

GUS: Anyway so the season's already started, I assume? Whatever, timeline

GUS: eventually Mary Sue goes to the clubhouse and meets people

GUS: oh man what if Ted's taking her on a tour maybe like... post-ep 3, a few days after Sam has his moment speaking out against the Nigerian government

GUS: and Trent rolls up while Ted's mid-tour trying to get a question in

GUS: and Mary Sue's like "WHO'S THIS GUY"

GUS: like immediately rude to him

GUS: bc he reminds her of one of her professors who she hates

GUS: although she clocks immediately that Trent's not going to be putting any moves on undergraduates since he's so obviously got a crush on her dad

GUS: which she keeps to herself

GUS: (omg I'm absolutely working in a real-life thing that happened with my parents many years ago: we were all at this cute granola-type grocery store in Ann Arbor once and this twink just FELL IN LOVE with my dad, asking wistfully if he could help him with anything, and Dad just obliviously chatting with him about IDK, artisanal bread or whatever while Mom and I were dying trying not to laugh. I think of that poor boy often, I hope he's doing well and has found a silver fox of his very own)

GUS: anyway she makes a total conquest of Higgins who adores her

GUS: she super negs Jamie's eyebrow thing

GUS: goes to maybe a game or two but like... she doesn't care about soccer

GUS: and didn't care about football either

GUS: omg what if she's a THEATER MAJOR

GUS: god that would be even funnier

GUS: dreams of getting into RADA or something

GUS: lemme think - I think she goes home for Christmas, so that part for Ted is unchanged, and maybe Mary Sue has another fight with Michelle and stomps out of the house only to realize that she can't run away to Beard's house because he's back in the UK

GUS: and like she has some contemplation about her life and about the history of her own family

GUS: OMG WHAT IF SHE'S ONE OF THE EXTRAS AT THE MUSEUM THAT EDWIN HIRES

GUS: like she answers a craigslist ad or whatever

GUS: or some of her classmates tell her about it and they all go and get their $200 for the day

GUS: only she recognizes Sam and waves

GUS: and Sam is like "...????????"

GUS: in the middle of that whole scene

GUS: I'm trying to figure out when she'd meet Shannon

GUS: probably just like, around, since Shannon lives near Richmond Green too?

GUS: basically the same way Ted meets her

GUS: only Mary Sue's like "ugh another jock"

GUS: And Shannon's like "you're not a fan of jocks?" all smiles and Mary Sue is like "oh no"

GUS: what'll also be interesting is Mary Sue's relationship to alcohol

GUS: because like - she's aware of the family history

GUS: and of the right age/temperament to go full teetotaller

GUS: but also this would be the first place where she can legally drink

GUS: while ALSO knowing her dad likes to drink

GUS: and I can definitely see her also being like, well grandpa was an alcoholic sure but that didn't have anything to do with him killing himself

GUS: ...oh god

GUS: I just realized what the Big Fight would be between her and her dad

GUS: like she finds out about his panic attacks from the article

GUS: and immediately throws her grandpa's suicide in his face too, because he didn't tell her about THAT, either

GUS: she found out from a cousin, or something

GUS: and is like "do you have ANY IDEA how terrified I was, all last year, because you were the same age Grandpa was when he killed himself? I called you EVERY DAY, and if you didn't pick up I called Beard, and if he didn't pick up I called Katie at the front desk because she'd always know if you'd come in to work that day and I knew you wouldn't kill yourself at work, that'd be so unprofessional, right Dad?"

GUS: just so incredibly cruel the way daughters are

GUS: being like "you're so obsessed with this idea of nobody having to worry about you that you ignore us worrying about you ALL THE FUCKING TIME"

GUS: and this is the first time she's yelled at him in YEARS

GUS: and he suddenly realizes why - it's because she's convinced that he'll kill himself if anyone hurts him too badly

GUS: cue hugging and stuff

GUS: and him telling her about therapy and the panic attacks and everything else

GUS: he even tells her about Sassy

GUS: Mary Sue: ew, also I already knew about that

GUS: oh my god what if all this happens at Trent's place

GUS: because at first she was mad at him for writing the piece so she stomped off to HIS apartment

GUS: and he of course immediatley called Ted being like "your feral child is in my flat, please retrieve asap"

GUS: but when Ted shows up they have this big fight

GUS: while Trent is in the kitchen making tea and pretending not to hear a thing

GUS: because revealing the panic attack is one thing but this is another

GUS: and as they leave Mary Sue says she wants to apologize to Trent so she stays back for a second

GUS: and she apologizes sort of half-heartedly but also is like "look, you're gonna have to wait a couple months before asking him out now, okay? maybe at the beginning of next season"

GUS: and trent is like "pardon?"

GUS: and mary sue considers it and shrugs and is like "okay realistically he'll be over it by like tomorrow but we're going back to Kansas for the summer and long-distance relationships are hard for old people"

GUS: THE END

Epilogue: In Which Mardia Comes Back To... All That

MARDIA: I LOVE IT

GUS: I should just post this

GUS: so I don't have to write it

MARDIA: BOOOOOO

GUS: too late

MARDIA: sigh

MARDIA: At least we have chat fic

GUS: we'll always have chat fic

#ted lasso #ted lasso fic #being my friend can be a blessing and a curse #often at the exact same time #believe mothereffers #ficcage of interest #or something at least

[lostonehero]

I'm inspired. Thanks for the comments. Here's more YouTube scooped Micheal

"Ok, questions, and remember all donations go to the hospital Jeremy works out. Again, this is a charity live stream, so I won't make anything off of this." Micheal leans back watching Jeremy smile, and his uncle works on a new cane.

Henry hums. "I'm happy to help out, even if I'm focused on a new project." He chuckles. "My sister asked me to make her a cane, honestly surprised it took her this long to need one." He pauses. "Not to mean anything by that, Jen, you've always been stronger than I have."

Jeremy chuckles. "Nice save, there, Mr. Emily."

Micheal pauses watching comments wiz by. "Oh, Uncle Henry, they want to know if they can meet your sister."

"Meet Jen?" Henry pauses, putting his knife down. "I mean, if she is free. I'm not going to speak for her. She will be coming up north soon enough with her own boy." He hums.

Micheal nods. "Aunt Jen is different, but I like that she isn't scared of me like Aunt Margaret, or her kids and grandkids. Her son is nice as well, but he does ask a lot of questions."

Jeremy gasps. "Ooo, this is a good one. Micheal, will you film at the hospital?"

"I mean, I would have to get a lot of consent. I could do a little video with the kids, but they would have to agree to it. I wouldn't mind filming in public, but I already get looks enough as is." Micheal shrugs. "I also rather not do full makeup again. It's too time-consuming and partially blinds me."

"Nobody is asking you to do that." Jeremy chuckles. "However, I like you the way you are. Also, when Micheal turns around, you can see I fixed his ass, I mean not really because of clothes, but I fixed the tears and his back too. Maybe with enough donations, I can show you guys what I fixed and added to him."

"Jeremy! First off children watch me." Micheal huffs.

"So? It's not like you have anything lewd left." Jeremy waves his hands when Micheal hits him. "But still, it could encourage people to donate."

Micheal sighs. "It is a good cause... but not with Uncle Henry here. I don't think he has recovered from the mouse incident."

Henry sighs. "I rather you not bring that up, Micheal." He pauses his carving. "As long as long as no needles are involved, I'm fine with it."

Jeremy raised his brow. "You afraid of needles Mr. Emily?"

"I am not fond of them." Henry sighs.

Micheal waves. "Enough out of you, Jeremy. Alright, next question, ah, this is for you, Jeremy."

"Oo for me?" Jeremy pulls the screen near him. "Ah, well, that is a question. I'm never going to be fully healed, but I learned to adapt. I'm permanently disabled, but I don't let that stop me. I'm a great nurse though, also never ask a doctor to put a line in they barely handle needles and are terrible at it."

"Good to note if I ever have blood again." Micheal snickers. "Alright let's continue and we'll figure out stretch goals rewards, and again I'm not sending out any of my body because that's gross, and I want to keep what is left kf my original body, ya freaks."

#scooped michael #youtuber micheal #micheal afton #jeremy fitzgerald #henry emily

[stardust-sanctuary]

Hi I saw you all right write for metal gear I was wondering if you could do something with big boss find out he was a female clone. Just a thought you can go anyway u want with it, thanks

Another Snake

I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I ended up catching COVID last week and am still recovering. Good news is, I spent a good amount of my time awake to actually research further into the Les Enfants Terribles project and into Big Boss himself! I hope I did him justice!

Scenario: An attempt to restart Les Enfants Terribles resulted in you; a female clone of Big Boss. However, the project was sabotaged and you were rescued from the war-torn fate your genetic brothers endured. You were allowed to live a normal life and ended up pursuing a career in music, becoming an idol beloved worldwide. Little did you know, you had a few snakes watching you from a distance, debating whether to intrude upon your peaceful life.

Warnings: Spoilers for the entire MGS series, nothing explicit but there are generous mentions of common war-time issues such as PTSD and general violence.

Big Boss aka “John” or “Naked Snake”

The OG; Naked Snake himself. Considering the fact his feelings on the project disgusted him and the fact this is one of his key reasons for leaving the Patriots, he may not even want to entertain the idea of more than two clones being created from his DNA. At least at first. I feel as though the older Boss got the more he became concerned about the type of legacy he would leave behind, especially after encountering Solid Snake (and from that last confrontation they had on The Boss’s grave). So, he did some digging. It took him a while, considering how well your rescuers had covered their tracks, but nothing can truly escape the “Man who Sold the World.”

To say Boss was shocked to discover what happened to you is an understatement in the best way possible. Seeing you not only escape the same fate as he and your “brothers” but lead such a fulfilling life might just bring him to his knees. Even if you don’t sing the type of music he personally likes, he will definitely try and attend at least one of your concerts to see you in person. Maybe in the rafters so he can stay out of the crowd. You’ll eventually find a bouquet of white windflowers and a snake plushie in your dressing room. Honestly, you’re the only pop culture thing he really knows and it catches people off guard. (It’s freaking hilarious)

Towards the end of his life, there is a chance Boss may actually directly contact you, especially if he found out you wanted to know who your biological parents were. He’ll arrange a meeting and explain to you that his life had spiraled so out of control that he was afraid of dragging you into it. He’ll accept any reaction, be it scorn, hatred, or sorrow. That being said, the amount of information you draw out of him depends on how persistent you are at prying, and even then he won’t tell you the full truth. You’re innocent. You cannot be chained to the same fate as him. Not when he’s this close to ending the nightmare. In the end, your existence was one of the few lights in his life.

Should you actually become embroiled in one of the many conflicts surrounding the Snakes, I’m almost 90% sure he’d directly interfere to return you to your normal life. You weren’t a soldier. You didn’t belong on the battlefield, and dammit he won’t let what happened to Frank and Naomi happen to you. Should this occur, it's almost guaranteed you’ll find out the truth of your creation and it will devastate him. But…at the same time he would be somewhat glad he can speak to you directly. (Might turn this into a short fic! Thanks for the inspiration anon <3 )

Overall, regardless of what happens, you can be sure you found a hidden guardian angel.

Solid Snake aka “David”

This man has straight-up said in the series that he didn’t think he ever had a family. He struggled with the fact he may have committed patricide for a very long time. Combine the fact his other two “brothers” were some of his most dangerous enemies, with Liquid Snake leaving a profound impact on him, the idea of another clone absolutely terrified him. The moment he found out there was a possibility, he and Hal hunted you down.

Funny enough, it was Sunny who ended up finding you! Turns out, she was a huge fan of your music and noticed you resembled Snake in a few ways. She padded into Hal’s office while he and Snake were scouring data with a copy of one of your albums and her laptop. The three of them ended up finding all about your life. How you were “kidnapped” from the project and presumed dead from the official files. How you were actually rescued and lived a normal life as a normal person. How you rose to fame and how your music has had a positive affect on your fans. If you did any type of charity work, especially any campaigns that were anti-war or anti-nuke, Snake will appreciate the irony.

With this new information, Sunny was finally able to convince her adoptive fathers to take her to one of your concerts. Despite the huge crowd and the overall cutesy image of your band, all three of them ended up having a great time. Sunny was as happy as she could be, belting out all of your songs while sitting on top of Snake’s shoulders. (Hal got some really good photos!). It wasn’t until the end of your concert did one song resonate with Snake. Your cover of “Hell Frozen Rain.”

“A toast to the lonely souls, who never could take control of life!”

From that day on, pretty much everyone caught Snake humming your songs when he thought no one else could hear. He’ll deny it up and down, but there’s no mistaking the homemade instrumental ringtone he managed to get on his phone. (Seriously, Snake, it's so choppy and it sounds like it was recorded on an old video cassette recorder.)

Much like Big Boss, Snake will probably not want to involve you in his life unless he absolutely has to. He never wants to have to face down another Liquid Snake, even if all the facts about your life point to the opposite. But life doesn’t always do what we want it to, and should you cross paths in this way (or if Sunny and Hal manage to convince him), I think he may take a chance to connect with you. You’ll probably have some long Codex talks during the mission, and maybe even after the mission ends. He might not understand everything you’re talking about, but he’s there to listen. Sometimes, on his darker days, he may call you up to just listen to you talk. Maybe to sing.

In the end, the idea of having a family that’s not out to hurt him or anyone he loves, is such a motivational factor for Snake. He feels far less alone now, even though your lives are so different. Congrats! You now have a big brother!

Liquid Snake aka “Eli”

Ho boy. Honestly I’m not really sure if he would even be told about any other clones besides Solid Snake considering he never seems to mention Solidius. Whether this was intentional writing due to Solidus manipulating Liquid or simply due to the fact Solidus did not exist as a character just yet, I’m not really sure. So let’s go with the assumption Liquid was only ever told about Solid. (Poor Liquid, he could have had a chance if it weren’t for the Patriots)

If he somehow found out about you…well to put it simply, you’re kinda fucked. Liquid would more than likely target you, even without direct orders. He’d send Psycho Mantisto probe into your mind, infuriated with the results. You were no sleeper agent nor a secret weapon. You were a normal person.

How fucking dare you? How dare you have a normal life when his was such hell?! His overwhelming rage and hatred for his “father” may lead him to spirit you away as a sort of trophy. If he played his cards right, Liquid may be able to use you as a bargaining chip against both Solid Snake and the Patriots. (But let's be real; Ocelot would more than likely snatch you away right when things were hitting their climax.)

All in all, Eli is a very hard character for me to predict. But hey, maybe you can talk him down? Maybe form a bond with the other Foxhound members? Weirder things have happened. Sniper Wolf might want to hang out with you.

Solidus Snake aka “George Sears”

(Look I couldn’t find a gif of Solidus so have this gif of Raiden -D- )

So, quick fun fact! MGS2: Sons of Liberty was my very first Metal Gear game! So alongside my soft spot for Raiden, I also have a bit of a fascination with Solidius. An actual United States president not only hand-picked by the Patriots, but also considered the most “perfect” clone of Big Boss. So perfect, he splintered off from the Patriots just like Big Boss to form his own Sons of Liberty.

So, considering that Solidus deeply valued the idea of freedom and putting power back into the hands of the citizens, I think he would greatly enjoy you and your music. Even before he found out you were a clone of Big Boss! Bonus points if you do any type of anti-war or anti-big powers charity work. But when he finds out you are a clone? It's a delicious cherry on top.

Despite his more…”virtuous” views, this man is absolutely ruthless both on and off the battlefield. He’s a brutal strategist, and would easily sink his talons into you. He’d make you think he was the best president ever, but wouldn’t hesitate to throw you to the wolves if you so much as toe the line against his ideals. Look what happened to Raiden.

Another difficult character considering how little I have to work with, but I think most of your interactions with Solidus would be positive! Let’s just hope he doesn’t rope you into the Big Shell incident.

#mgs x reader #solid snake x reader #big boss x reader #metal gear headcanons #metal gear imagines #god this took way too long I’m so sorry

[guardian-of-time-if]

Oren and Samira Snippet

Good morning everyone! (Or afternoon/evening depending on your time zone) I have finally done it. I'm releasing the promised Oren and Sam snippet from the 250 followers celebration. This is their first time meeting each other from Oren's POV. I hope you all enjoy it!

Oren can’t decide which is louder, the howling of the wind or the sound of his breath as he attempts to escape the Imperial Guard. He flies through the streets, yet he doesn’t seem to be putting any distance between himself and the guards. Luckily, they don’t seem to be gaining on him either, just keeping pace. 

At the last second, he decides to round a corner, and almost smacks into the side of a building. Blinking away the close call, he pushes himself to get back up to top speed. As his breathing becomes harder, he realizes that he needs to lose them in a different way. Running isn’t working, and he can’t keep it up much longer. 

He glances over his shoulder to gauge how close the guards are, and curse when they remain the same distance as ever. One of them points at him, demanding he halt. The crowd starts to separate, so the guards can catch up to their quarry. Oren gulps, knowing a large crowd is his best chance at the moment. He turns back around, only to slam straight into something and fall to the ground. The small shriek he hears as he falls, tells him that he hit a person, and drug her down with him. Once he’s on the ground, he sees a merchant stall and starts to roll under it, keeping his grip on the girl he knocked over, to bring her under with him. 

“I don’t think you want to be caught with me right now,” she whispers. 

“Considering I’m using you to help hide from the guards, I think it's probably the other way around.” 

“Clearly, you’ve never met the woman I serve,” she answers, voice still low and soft.

Oren takes that moment to look at her. Her big brown eyes blinked slowly, showing off her long eyelashes. His silky black hair was now speckled with white and getting wet. She is wearing a pink dress that is vibrant enough in color to assume the girl is wealthy, but it was also covered in spots that had to be stitched together. 

“Whoever she is can’t be worse than the Imperial Guard,” Oren finally remembers to answer. 

“Honestly, I’d prefer the guards some days.”

“Have you ever actually encountered the guards?”

“All the time,” she nods. “I mean they’re all terrible, but they pay well, so I don’t usually have much to complain about.”

“They also hate us for trying to eat,” Oren spit. 

“So you’re a thief?” The girl asks.

“I prefer to think of myself as someone who has creative ways of finding food.”

She laughs a little. “You certainly have creative ways of referring to yourself. But what do most people call you? I assume you have a name?”

“No name. Just boy.”

“Really? That’s so sad.”

“I’m just messing with you.” He chuckles. “My name is Oren. What about you?”

“Samira, but I prefer to go by Sam.”

“I'm glad I got to meet you even if the circumstances were not very fun.”

“I can tell. The guards are gone, and you haven't gotten up yet.” 

“Well, I wasn’t going to leave until I caught your name.”

“Now you have it, so you should leave before the guards come back. And I should get back before my mistress notices I’m missing.”

“Who is this mistress you’re so afraid of, and why are you here if you intend on going back?” Oren asks, as he slides out from under the cart, offering Samira a hand. 

“I really hate my job, but we all get punished if we don’t bring in enough money. Or if we break any of the rules. Sometimes even if we don’t break a rule, but make her mad. But there’s always food and a dry place to sleep at night, which is more than a lot of children in this city, so I’ll keep going back.”

“What do they make you do?”

“Find me again later, and I’ll tell you then.” She answers, as she starts to walk off. 

“How am I supposed to find you?”

“You're a guy who finds creative ways to get food. Just employ that creative thinking to find me instead.”

Oren stands in place, watching her leave. Who was that girl and who was this mistress of hers? Now that she was leaving, he realizes she never answered his question about who her mistress was. This woman must be terrifying. Still, Oren was certain he was going to find that girl again, and rescue her from whatever terrible job she was being forced into.

#guardian of time #guardian of time if #snippet #character: oren #character: samira

[lurking-latinist]

you know me so you know which one I Have to ask about: Six/River memory loss???!

OH RIGHT YES! So this occurred to me when I was listening to World Enough and Time (the Diary of River Song episode not the TV episode), when she drugs him with her amnesia lipstick and leaves him in his TARDIS. Which is a very neat way of cleaning up the timeline, but I started worrying about what he’ll think when he wakes up. Historically, episodes of lost memory for Six are... not a good sign: notably, they tend to happen when either (a) he has been threatening Peri (Twin Dilemma) or (b) somebody else has been threatening Peri (Mindwarp).

Granted that he’s doing a lot better, mentally, by the time WEaT is set, I don’t think he ever really loses the fear of another bout of that regeneration sickness that never quite went away. Those terrible first days were pretty formative for this incarnation. So alongside all the self-confidence and contentment--and Six is very happy to be himself!--he has the quiet knowledge that Something’s Broken and sooner or later Everyone Will Know.

(Yep, this story would have the ‘internalized ableism w/r/t mental illness’ tag that I have already used on a Six story before and probably ought to go back and add to one or two as well. Thanks, Gallifrey (derogatory).)

(I have thought about this characterization of Six’s relationship with his own mental health for long enough that I am no longer 100% certain where it came from, but I think it’s partly TV, partly audios and partly just how I think he’d respond to things.)

So when he wakes up where he didn’t go to sleep, the past few days a blank, with fuzzy memories for longer than that (and they don’t seem to be quite in-character), the first thing he thinks is: what did I do?

He doesn’t have any evidence; maybe he figures out where he last was and tells himself the dream machines must have affected his memory. It’s fine. He’s fine. (He says very firmly.)

But if he keeps meeting River--it’s not her fault; it’s just that she liked this incarnation and she wanted to see him and she honestly didn’t realize the visits were so close together, much less the effect they’d have on him--but she keeps using her lipstick, and he keeps waking up in the wrong place with time missing. Sometimes there are the signs of a fight on him (of course there are, they had an adventure!). Sometimes he wakes up around people who ask him where the lady went (River snuck out the back after her goodbye kiss). What lady? He thought he was travelling alone. He was travelling alone.

...People have told him he shouldn’t travel alone.

I don’t think he ever quite articulates what he’s afraid of. If he actually up and said ‘I think I’m an amnesiac serial killer,’ even he would realize that that’s just not how anything works, even mental illnesses that are actually fictional. But that’s the thing, you see, about Six and whatever’s going on with his brain: he quite often just doesn’t want to talk about it. (I have a whole collection of quotes where someone goes ‘are you crazy?!’ and he says, effectively, ‘yes, but I’m also saving your life right now, so shut up!’.)

So, haunted by the fear that the Thing That’s Wrong With Him (which he is convinced is Fundamentally Wrong With Him) has Gone Wrong Again, he keeps travelling alone--which he really shouldn’t do, although not for that reason--which means that every time he encounters River he falls for her completely again and wakes up with more time missing, lipstick on his collar and a black eye (he ran into a doorpost. Which was being used as a melee weapon by a Sontaran)--and finally, convinced that he’s a danger to everyone around him, he does the unthinkable: he visits Harry Sullivan.

Harry “Actual Medical Degree” Sullivan and also Harry “Genuinely Decent Person” Sullivan, for that matter, is pretty sure none of this quite adds up, but he doesn’t remotely have the knowledge base to figure out what is happening. But he also suspects that basically what the Doctor needs at the moment, as much as anything, is peace and quiet and someone’s ear to talk off: ideally someone he knows and trusts who happens to have a nice country practice of his own.

Harry swears, because the Doctor insists, that if the Doctor turns violent he’ll defend himself (‘I was in the Navy, you know’) but--rather as Harry suspected--it doesn’t happen. Instead the Doctor has a nice rural holiday and makes a general nuisance of himself.

The difficulty with this fic, you see, is that I don’t know the ending. He can’t actually find out about River and remember her, because timelines. But I don’t know what else would be satisfying. Perhaps she turns up, explains to Harry, and swears him to secrecy, and Harry has to convince the Doctor that he’s actually safe.

Eh, it’s one of those ideas where the character interactions are interesting but the plot’s all over the place. If I ever get the plot more orderly--or indeed if anyone else does--I think it would be fun.

#fic ideas ask meme

[c-is-for-circinate]

Like, is the gist "Real life pedophilia/incest/rape is bad, and stories saying these things are good are bad, but including these topics in a story isn't inherently bad, so the people being like 'hey, maybe Ao3 shouldn't have so much kiddie porn there's an entire category called "Underage"' are just overreacting and making things worse?" Because it feels like you're saying, "your negative reaction to this stuff is valid, but also you're annoying and prudish and bad and really you aren't valid."

So here’s the thing: it really does not sound like you're asking this question because you want my answer, it sounds like you want to be angry with me and have a fight. And fair enough! I'm not terribly interested in a fight, but apparently this is my day to dive into this topic as thoughtfully and honestly as I can be. Maybe I'll say something you haven't already heard from other people before. Maybe not! Only you, anonymous asker, know that.

To begin with, you got part of the gist right. Real life rape (including child abuse/child sexual abuse as well as incest) is bad. Stories about rape, about underage sex, and about incest, are stories.

They're stories. They're pixels on a screen. They're not real. Whether they claim that rape is good, or bad, or sexy, or melodramatic, or life-destroying, or a normal Tuesday afternoon. They're stories.

And having a negative reaction to them is valid. Stories can stir up powerful emotions in people. It is absolutely, 100%, fair and valid and even normal for there to be certain tropes, plot elements, events, and kinds of content that make you upset and that you never want to see in a story you read, ever. You don't have to want to read about sex. You don't have to want to read any of it. That doesn't make you bad.

There are tropes, plot elements, events, and kinds of content that upset me. There are stories I won't read. The same is true of literally everyone else I know. Even though I know the stories aren't real. Even though I know the things happening in them are happening to fictional characters, who do not exist, who I cannot protect and who also cannot be harmed because they're not real. Even then, I can be made sad and scared and upset and hurt by reading those stories. And that is okay and that is valid and I am not bad or wrong for being upset about the story I've read, and neither are you.

But that doesn't mean the story doesn't have value to somebody else. That doesn't mean the story isn't important to somebody else.

What I see most often coming from antis, possibly even including yourself, is an overwhelming desire to protect. They want to keep themselves and others--possibly people they know, possibly hypothetical people they may never meet--safe from being hurt by these stories. And that desire to protect, also, is normal. It's even admirable! The problem, though, the thing that does more harm than good, is when that desire to protect drives people to lash out against things that matter to other people.

There is a difference between actual rape and stories about rape. There is a difference between a story that could theoretically hurt somebody, someday (which is all stories, always), and a story that hurts you personally. And there is a difference between a story that hurts you personally, and a story that is inherently poisonous to everyone who touches it.

We know--absolutely, scientifically, incontrovertibly--that stories about rape do not make people rapists. Yes, even the stories where the rape is there to be sexy. Even stories where the person being raped is a child. Even then. Fiction is not the same thing as normalization; again, there are far smarter people who have written far more extensively on that topic than I, and next time I come across something that goes more into detail on this point I promise I will reblog it. If this really is the thing you're afraid of, I may not be the right person to convince you that this is an unfounded fear, but I know someone out there can elaborate on it.

(Unfounded, which is not the same thing as invalid. My mother's claustrophobia is unfounded; it flares up in many situations where there's no physical threat whatsoever, where she has plenty of space to move and air to breathe. It's still real. It still chokes her. It's still valid, she is not bad or broken to feel that way, and she still can't drive through certain tunnels. The fear is real. But the thing she's afraid of can't physically hurt her, and that is worth knowing in terms of how she deals with it.)

We know, absolutely, scientifically, and incontrovertibly, that stories about rape and many, many, many other things can hurt and even traumatize their readers. Even though the situation you're reacting to is not real and you receive no physical injury, you can still be hurt by it. The key word there, though, is readers. The fact that the horror genre is out there terrifying people who enjoy being terrified for fun does not damage me unless I do something stupid and try listening to the Magnus Archives again and end up tense and miserable and paranoid for the rest of the week. The fact that guacamole is apparently delicious to everybody else in the world does not hurt me unless I do something stupid and order the wrong thing at a restaurant, and end up itchy and miserable with a little trouble breathing for the rest of the night.

The fact that there are, yes, tens of thousands of fics on AO3 in which characters under the age of 18 have sex? It can't hurt you. Those fics do not hurt you by existing. They can only hurt you if you read them. They can only hurt anyone who reads them. That's why there is an 'Underage' tag--and it's worth noting, 'Underage' is a warning, not a category. Nobody wants you to get hurt reading the wrong fic, any more than the sushi chef wants my throat to swell up because I ordered something with avocado. Literally nobody wants that.

The flip side, of course, is that you hating each and every one of those fics individually and as a group doesn't actually hurt me, or anyone else who writes, reads, or enjoys them. By itself. You can hate anything you like, and fic writers can write anything they like, and it all comes out in the end, more or less. Except.

Except that reading fic is always, entirely, 100% opt-in, and online harassment isn't even opt-out. Some antis have a nasty habit of going after writers whose content they don't like; climbing into inboxes and comments sections, calling those writers nasty names, throwing around cruelties and aggression and insults. I know that's not the same thing as simply disliking a genre, or even passively disagreeing with its existence (although disliking a genre and disagreeing with its right to exist are also very different things). I know not all antis do that. I don't know you, anon, but based on the speed and aggressiveness of this response to my last post, I can't help but wonder if you would do that.

And that does hurt people. Just like it might hurt you if someone threw a bunch of content that makes you uncomfortable into your inbox. Including the harasser, actually--because getting into fights with strangers on the internet about things that make you angry, sad, defensive, and upset isn't good for anybody. Including both you and me.

Anyway, after yet another lengthy ramble, let's get the tl;dr response to your ask here: nobody is ever bad or wrong for disliking certain content in their stories, no matter what that content is. You and your emotions are valid. The "overreacting and making things worse" part isn't about what you feel, but what you do with it. Constantly engaging with places where the thing that upsets you will probably show up, even to argue and try to fight it, will make things worse in the sense that now you're spending way more time thinking about this thing that makes you upset and angry, thereby leaving you more upset and angry. Getting together with a bunch of your upset, angry friends to make your feelings everybody else's problem? Makes fandom a more toxic place for everyone else involved.

Don't read stuff that's going to hurt you. Don't make other people read stuff that's going to hurt them. That's the whole thing, really.

#Anonymous #asked and answered #rape cw #incest cw #discourse #anti discourse day

[thefanficmonster]

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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[arielxlazarus]

I almost forgot about that fanfic appreciation week, but I wanted to at least do something for it! So here's a rec list for some of my favorite fics in the one piece fandom!

This list is not at all exhaustive btw (there's still loads of other fics in the fandom that I love), so please don't feel bad if you weren't included! Also if anyone wants more recommendations from me, you can check out my bookmarks on my ao3!

Who Knows (what could happen) by Chromi

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to set out to sea as an adventurer. His father, unfortunately, dictated that he was to follow the family tradition and become a doctor instead.

Following a lifetime of hurt and sorrow at the hands of his family, he eventually breaks free and takes to the sea alone - determined to keep it that way. Fate has other ideas in store for him; fate crosses his path with Portgas D. Ace's, a brand new pirate.

And what does he hate more than pirates?

Nothing.

Or: from Sixis to the Moby Dick - the lives of the Spade pirates.

First Time by Chromi

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: "Because it is Ace, and it will only ever be Ace, that he wants to see like this, and he wants to be responsible for unravelling him down to his core and loving him to his very center."

In which Ace and Deuce go all the way for the first time.

@chromiwrites

Seabound by AnkhPosts

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace is a selkie, making one of his periodic stops on land to catch a breather and get some ridiculously tasty human food, maybe see some sights if there are any. His pelt is safely hidden, he'll stay a day or two at most and be on his way.

Deuce is a mer, alone on the sea and traveling as he pleases for the first time in his life, and while he might not be terribly interested in actually interacting with humans it's hard not to see them as fascinating.

Ace meets Deuce. Deuce meets Ace. Neither knows the other isn't human.

@ankhposts

Death is only the beginning by Chizyk

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: “Ankhreshet?” he whipped his head round at the sound of a raspy voice so fast he almost got whiplash. He could feel his body going completely cold as he saw the mummy’s empty eye sockets staring right at him.

@chizyk

I'm Still Here (part of a series) by theprodigypenguin

Rating: M

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace (also Izou/Sabo later in the series)

Summary: "When I do die, don't bother burying me in that empty grave. Put my body in a boat and set me out to sea. Let me sleep eternal on the ocean that my father loved so much; because before everything else in this world, I am a child of the sea, and when I die, I want to return to it. Put me in a boat and set it aflame so I can go down in the same fire I lived."

Forget-Me-Not Fall by theprodigypenguin

Rating: M

Pairing: Izou/Sabo

Summary: “Most of the nobles I’ve met tonight look meticulously put together. They look like they were built to portray a certain image paralleled a hundred times over. People who were copied and pasted. Flawless clothes, flawless faces, flawless makeup, flawless hair.”

“Not me though,” Sabo stated, and Izou hummed.

“It’s comforting.”

“Huh?”

Izou met Sabo’s eye. “Everyone else in this place hides their worst attributes with a mask they modified to fit their faces. They don’t seem to comprehend that those perfect masks only make their worst characteristics more pronounced and defined.” His expression was terribly gentle as his eyes wandered across Sabo’s face. “It’s comforting to be approached by someone not trying to be something else.”

Sabo tilted his head. “How do you know I’m not manipulating you like some common Goa aristocrat?”

Izou smiled. “There are a few reasons.”

@theprodigypenguin

A Light To Guide You Home by TheSkyIsMyHome

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: In a world that despises mutants, Ace lives purely to protect his little brother.

Until the flames inside him find their perfect match and opposite, and he doesn't know what to feel anymore.

The Phoenix's Mate by TheSkyIsMyHome

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Marco is a handsome man. Ace really can't be blamed for being attracted to him. Nobody minds, either.

But Marco isn't always a man. Ace still loves him regardless, and his sexual urges are catching up to that fact.

Marco indulges him, but he might just find himself enjoying it more than he thought he would.

@evvazi

ASL in Red (series) by Kereea

Rating: G-T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law (both asexual), Koala/Sabo, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks/Benn Beckman, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante/Aokiji | Kuzan, Roronoa Zoro/Sanji, and several other minor ones

Summary: In an alternate universe, forces conspired to put Ace, Sabo, and Luffy in the care of the Red Hair pirates as children.

The Grand Line would never know what hit it.

Mates (part of a series) by Deubatty

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Deuce just wanted to go searching for plants! A nice walk in the woods. Except, he ends up becoming the mate to a very persistent naga

His First Mate The Mermaid (part of a series) by Deubatty

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Instead of finding another person on Sixis, Ace finds a mermaid

@masked-writer

Being Human by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E (no smut)

Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between Marco, Whitebeard, and the rest of the crew as they form)

Summary: The line that differentiates human from object appears to be clear, but sometimes it blurs to the point where it is impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

The Unknown Devil by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace hadn’t expected his last week of imprisonment before his execution to be any different from all the years preceding it. Then again, he hadn’t expected to have Marco the Phoenix as a cellmate for that week, or that Marco’s presence would shake his bleak world so much.

Ripple Effect by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: After the incident with Shanks, Garp didn't take Luffy to Dadan's, unaware of how much that would change the life of his other grandson.

@maisstories

To Build a Home by endlessblankpages

Rating: G

Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between the ASL bros and the Whitebeard Pirates)

Summary: The ASL pirates are used to being accused of crimes they didn't commit. But when they're accused of destroying a small village in the New World, it sends them hurtling toward a deadly confrontation with the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard. The results are not what they were expecting.

Persistence & The Impossible (part of a series) by dragonsfall

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: In order to keep himself from losing his job, Ace takes on an impossible story. Get an interview with the ever-elusive Phoenix. Guess he might as well kiss his job goodbye.

Self Discovery (part of a series) by dragonsfall

Rating: E

Pairing: Izou/Sabo (sort of, it's technically masturbation)

Summary: Sabo has been waiting for a day like this for a while but it doesn’t go quite how he planned it.

@clockworkpanic

A Breach of Intention by Depths

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: It was unspoken, but some pirate crews and mermaids had an unspoken solidarity. Pirates throw their enemies overboard, and the merfolk will take care of them.

mer!ace au

@leviathiane

Running on All Sixes by lunarshores

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Izou/Thatch

Summary: The Whitebeard gang might be one of the most influential in the city, but to Marco they're just his family. Though he sometimes wishes they'd just leave him alone, especially when Izo's playing matchmaker, and Ace is his usual oblivious self. When a brother betrays them, they'll have to fight to show why no one ever messes with their family.

nothing is impossible with you by lunarshores

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Five times Ace and Marco accidentally mixed their flames on accident and one time that was entirely on purpose.

@lunarshores

I Want You to Look at Me by shockandlock

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: One night, Marco is missing from dinner, so Ace decides to bring dinner to him. He's surprised to see Marco wearing glasses and now he can't stop thinking about the way he looks. Now with additional chapter(s) including more miscellaneous MarcoAce PWP!

To My Dear Fire (part of a series) by shockandlock

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Living in the city is a new thing for Ace. After being raised near a cozy coastal mountain town through his childhood, it's definitely a change of pace, but it doesn't help when he loses his new job after an unfortunate encounter with actor Marco Newgate. He just wants to live-- and meet his long time pen pal, Phoenix.

Marco knows that being an actor is hard, so he takes the little things when he can: writing his pen pal (and honestly one of his best friends) Fire Fist, flirting with the cute new waiter at his favorite café-- not that he has a chance after a disaster on social media. But maybe fate really does give him a second chance when Ace shows up at Four Emperor Studios...

@shockandlock

Uncharted Territory by silverwolf_fox

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: This was by far one of Ace's most ridiculous ideas.

When Deuce keeps getting flustered everytime he tries to dominate Ace, they created an opportunity where he didn't have to be afraid of messing up.

Now he's free to do and try whatever he wants...

...so long as Ace doesn't wake up.

Watching the Sunrise (part of a series) by silverwolf_fox

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Many years have passed since Rouge gave up her life for her son’s...except she didn’t die, but she thinks Ace did. Living her life on Baterilla, she’s mourned each and every day until the morning she receives his bounty poster. She sets off immediately to find him, but finds their meeting isn’t as easy as she’d imagined.

@the-devil-fruit-tree

never shall i forget, how you climbed out of a dream by siojo

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: “Kaido,” Ace smirks, flames burning around his feet as he shifts in preparation for Kaido’s next attack, already trying to decide what he’s going to do in response. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve seemed to have been enjoying yourself here.”

“I thought you would be smarter than this, Portgas. You’ve never tried to fight another Yonko before, your bounty won’t matter much when you lose.”

Ace barks a laugh, his teeth bared in a facsimile of a grin, “You must have missed out on the brawl I had with Big Mom after she sent two of her daughters and a son for me to consider marrying. This is a bit more personal than that.”

@wordsdrippinginink

Reborn in Fire by aerle

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Fireman Marco has earned the nickname 'the Phoenix' by saving numerous people from a certain death. After an accident however, he has to relearn to walk and gets a new job as arson inspector at a different fire station. There he gets confronted with a boy from his past, now all grown up and gorgeous.

Three's a Crowd, Four's a Double Date by aerle

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace (main), Izou/Thatch (secondary)

Summary: "We're not dating," Marco said definitively. "That we're sharing a bed tonight is a total coincidence."

@aerle

Universal Dive by EmpressKira

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace had been making his way through the city to go to one of his favorite cafes. Well, that was until this hole ripped in the sky and some pirate fell out with the flaming bird guy following. Getting targeted, he is dragged into a different world with pirates and everything defying the reality he is used to. Will he make it home? Will he go back when the time comes?

@empresskira

Blue moon (series) by de_Winter

Rating: T-M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Urban fantasy AU, werewolf Marco and witch Ace

Red Velvet by de_Winter

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace already knew their routine by heart, just from observing them for a couple of mornings when he had early delivery, and from Izou’s daily long winded—and probably sexually frustrated—rants. Big Blond would come out of the bakery wearing a shirt too tight for him and too thin for the weather as soon as he was done setting up the tables inside the storefront, holding a take out cup and a small box in his big hands. They looked really, pleasantly big from where Ace was standing, and he honestly wished he wasn't standing that far away.

@dee-de-winter

We'll Look Back and Laugh at Ourselves by JuHuaTai

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Gol D. Roger/Portgas D. Rouge

Summary: Between his new boyfriend and his workaholic boss, Marco felt like he was surrounded by family issues of the father and son dispute variety. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Or maybe he should've listened to the office gossip more. Maybe then he'd figure it out sooner.

Gratitude of the Phoenix (part of a series) by JuHuaTai

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: [Based on 'The Crane Wife' Folklore]

One day, he saved a bird from freezing to death in a trap. Then, a stranger saved him from suffering the same fate, and a request to stay for one night turned into having someone to fill the void left in the small cottage and in his heart ever since his brothers left.

These two incident doesn’t seem to be related to one another, but they both changed Ace’s life in ways he could never have imagined.

Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud) by stereden

Rating: T

Pairing: None (heavy focus on Buggy, Shanks, and Crocus)

Summary: The Roger Pirates disappeared after their Captain's death, and were happy enough to let the Marines forget about them.

Until the Marines decide to execute their Captain's son, that is.

@stereden

This Bites! by Xomniac

Rating: M

Pairing: None (heavy focus on a main character oc and the strawhat pirates)

Summary: Sea Kings, sea-sickness, sunburns, a 95% genocidal Navy and more than a million and one other assorted ways to die. It's official: Being inserted into an anime sucks ass... Buuut I guess it could be worse. I mean, look on the bright side: At least I'm sailing with the future king of the pirates.

A Fortune that Never Grows Old by imperialmint

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: It's one thing to get butterflies in your stomach when you seen an attractive person but it's another thing entirely for Marco to want to stomp out a courtship ritual and lay foundations for a nest when he meets the navy's new (hot) secret weapon.

@imperialmint

Most of the authors on this list have many other excellent one piece fics I'd definitely suggest checking out! Enjoy your reading and try to show them all some love if you can!

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[megthemewlingquim]

someone new.

summary: there's an art to life's distractions.

pairing: eventual hades! loki x persephone! reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol consumption

a/n: here it is, the first part of foreigner's god. as said in this fic's masterlist, these will not be chapters, but rather short stories and one shots that can be read separately or as one whole piece. it's up to you.

i plan to base each part off of one or two hozier songs. this is inspired by "someone new".

is there a right way to fall in love?

    that’s what loki asks himself every day — well, every night — when he spends his free time at bars and gatherings. populated widely with fellow gods, goddesses, and spirits of many colors and passions; these bars are perfect places to find someone new.

    being the god of death, however, puts loki at a bit of a disadvantage. yes, the stereotypes are, unfortunately, true. loki is dark, a little antisocial, and very quiet. beautiful in appearance — death is seductive, at least to the willing.

    ‘the willing’ being many a spirit, many a dryad or goddess or creature who wants bragging rights, or a little nightly thrill. ‘that’s right,’ they say, ‘i had a little dance with death last night.’

loki doesn’t mind the mornings when his temporary partners talk about the nights, but he always cringes when they mention that accursed french phrase — la petite mort. it’s a joke to them. a mockery.

   yet, they stay, and sometimes, they come back for another little death.

    the spirits and goddesses never make a big impact on him. he is with one for a night, then another for a night, and so on. he falls in love every day with someone new and it’s a bore. a bore and a drag.

    dark caresses don’t do much to numb the pain: the pain of loneliness and solitude. the ache in his heart is constant, tearing at his mind whenever it can. alcohol can't do much either — all gods have a very high tolerance. mead was made for them.

   so loki is left with no escape besides those that come from the willing. little deaths. they make him feel loved.

   no...

   no one loves death. some crave him. but they don't love him.

   that’s the common theme running through loki’s head every time he takes someone home with him, or goes upstairs with them to the top floors of the inns he’s at, where the bedrooms are. it’s a distraction.

   however, the cycle ends when, while pointlessly wandering around his usual bar, he sees someone new one night. you.

   you radiate this... this warmth that he’s never felt before. everyone around you seems to be affected by it too - they don’t treat you as the life of the party, but they do gravitate towards you like birds to a nest. 

    and you’re quite shy, but infectiously happy and cheerful. you’re so beautiful, with your bright eyes that he knows are wide and filled with wonder, and your lovely skin that he knows is so soft. and your smile that he knows is so comforting to all who see it.

   to everyone else, you feel like they’ve just wandered into a happy memory, or a sun-lit room that’s pleasantly warm and golden. you feel familiar. ordinary, but lovely all the same.

   to loki, you feel... feel like something he’s only experienced in dreams. so, really, he’s never felt it before in his immortal life: something warm and alive and... and anticipatory. like there’s new things about to come up to the surface — flowers, new animals, maybe. you give off a sense of... he can’t describe it well. a slow and joyful awakening something.

   and you also feel completely and utterly powerful. unstoppable. he’s terrified of you, and yet he’s drawn to you. you’re so fascinating, strange. not as if you could end the world, no, that’s his own job. but it’s as if you can bring the whole world to life, raise it back up again after the chaos fades.

   you feel like spring. like rebirth. like new life.

   and that’s when it hits him.

   persephone. he’s heard the name passed around before, but before now, he has never seen the face behind the name. something about this sparks some fear in him: how would persephone, goddess of spring, daughter of demeter, react to seeing anyone even remotely like himself?

   for a moment, he’s grateful that you’re not looking at him; you’re actually looking at the table, at the drink you’re sipping. there’s a look on your face that isn’t bored, nor afraid. maybe... observant.

   people are around you still. not crowding, but not interacting with you either. it’s like you have a bubble around you, keeping everyone from getting too close. maybe it’s your doing but maybe it’s theirs. honestly, you’d think that dryads and gods and goddesses and spirits of all forms and colors and subjects would be more accepting.

   he pities you. you seem lonely.

   loki takes a few steps forward, betraying his own fear. like the red sea, the crowd parts. some are bold and unafraid, and they give loki varying looks: disgusted, seductive, snarky. you don’t notice him until he sits down in front of you, at the other end of the table.

   “hi,” he says calmly. he manages a small smile. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

   your eyes lift to lock with his own. immediately, you recoil just the slightest bit. he knows what you’re thinking: wait, that’s hades! god of death... wh-why is he talking to me?

   “it’s alright,” he soothes. “don’t worry. you’ve probably heard of all the stories: gods kidnapping and doing terrible things to goddesses and spirits and dryads. i’m not here to do any of that. i promise.”

   with a single, somewhat confused blink, you nod. “m-my mother has told me a lot about that stuff,” you say slowly, as if saying anything too revealing will somehow alert demeter and get you in trouble. “she’s... she’s terrified...”

   “what is she terrified of? that those terrible things might happen to you?”

   “yes,” you say. “she’s told me that she’s had nightmares in the past. specifically about you. how you’ll kidnap me and take me to hell to live with you.”

   he laughs at that - a rich, amused laugh that takes the shivers out of you. “that’s bullshit. overprotective mothers, yeah?”

   you shrug. “she loves me.”

   “and are you afraid of me, princess?” the last word is whispered. his voice extremely soft - it’s a curious question.

   he notices how you lick your lips. “no,” you say. he notices how your eyes flick all over him. “no, i’m not.” and you seem truthful.

   “smart girl,” he says with a grin. “i hate liars. there’s not a god on in the world that’s ever been truthful. well, besides jesus. yahweh. whatever you wanna call him.” loki leans back, crossing his hands behind his head and bringing his feet up to the table. “your father, though... he’s the worst of ‘em. having children with other women, including your mother, while hera has to sit by and watch, and then lying about it.”

   “we’re gods,” you say. “i'm not trying to justify things but... we’re far from perfect.”

   “damn right we are. we’re fucked up. good. we can agree on something. most days, people think us gods are... perfect things. role models. and, maybe some are. but not us. not the gods of olympus.”

   he pauses, takes a swig from a beer bottle that was not in his hand a few seconds ago. “i was wondering if you wanted to do what humans do.” loki winces at the awkwardness. “when they're... y'know. interested in someone.”

   “you're interested... in me?” you ask, incredulously.

   “yeah, i am.” one sip of beer has loosened his tongue. or maybe that's just his confidence soaring now. “maybe this hasn't been the best introduction to things but i would love to take you out sometime. show you things.”

   “my —” you swallow. “i'd get in trouble.” you shrink away just a bit.

   his smile fades and it's replaced with a sadder, more sincere look. “the best things in life have risk to them. it's time i show you that.”

   and really, he does feel sorry for you. it's your first time at a bar, you're lonely. no friends as far as he can tell. an overprotective goddess mother.

   “think of it this way. i think you're very pretty and i like your honesty. i would like to help you see the world, and to have a little fun, since your mother has obviously never let you do anything in your very, very long life.”

   “i'm twenty—one.”

   “and now i'm wondering if demeter actually has you tell people that, as if you're a teenage mortal.” loki shakes his head, disappointed. “that's pathetic. you're a bajillion years old. you're a goddess! you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, right?”

   when there's no answer from you, he sighs. leans forward to sit normally, putting both of his elbows on the table and pointing his hands at you. “alright. i'll roll with it for now. you're twenty—one. i guess. you can drink. you can go out alone to bars and other places. you can meet new people. you're an adult. think about that.

   “so, again. i think you're very pretty and i wanna show you around. get to know you. would you like to do that with me?” he raises his eyebrows a little, waiting for a response.

   it's an eternity before you can win a battle in your mind. slowly, you nod, giving him a smile. “yeah,” you whisper. “yeah, i would. thank you.”

   “don't thank me just yet, sweetheart. i haven't shown you anything yet.” he gets up, pushes his chair in.

   before he leaves, he winks at you. “call me loki. it's... not as dreadful... as hades. and... what do i call you?”

   you say your name, your voice quiet.

   “much better than persephone, i think. it suits you. we'll keep in touch, ok?”

   “okay,” you say. butterflies are flying rapidly in your stomach.

   loki leaves you there. he'd much rather take you back to your home himself, but that would be too risky for the time being. for now, he walks out of that bar feeling like the king of the world.

#foreigner's god #loki x reader #loki #loki fanfic #loki x reader smut #loki x reader smut headcanons #loki x reader drabble #loki x reader headcanons #loki x you #loki x y/n #greek mythology au #mythology au #hozier #loki odinson #hades and persephone #au #alternate universe #marvel cinematic universe #loki au #loki drabble #loki fic #marvel #mcu

[theramseyloft]

After Ankhou died, I have had a very hard time keeping up with both manual loft maintenance and media work.

Manual loft maintenance is the higher priority of the two, so that's were the energy I have has been focused.

The birds are happy, but I have failed to advertise availability for two months.

The birds currently available do not meet the specifications of anyone on my wait list, and to prevent the loft from getting crowded, we've frozen rescue intake and implemented strict hatch control.

Breeding pairs on the roster are only permitted to hatch their first clutch with another bird also on the roster.

Every subsequent clutch will be swapped with fakes at least until all currently available cocks go home.

As I am not caught up on editing photos yet, I will have to make due with listing the name, parents, and temperament of available birds.

Please message me privately, email [email protected], or call/text 706-993-7452 for more information.

1. Raddish

Mia x Cara

Retired. ($20)

Was friendly as a young bird, but has not had the opportunity to express temperament in Qt.

Not to be bred under any circumstance due to one known and a second possible cancer in his blood line.

2. Wukong

Blue Check Chinese Owl cock

Loft Bird $30.

Wukong is an excellent father that will definitely benefit a breeding program.

He's very human shy, unless his mate isn't.

Chances of him bonding with a patient person that will let him make friends at his own pace are decent, but I can't guarantee it in good conscience.

3. Farthing

Pied Almond Blue T-pattern het for Toy Stencil mixed cock.

Betty x Hagrid

Comfortable ($50)

A bit of a himbo, Farthing is one of our better known cocks.

He likes people and often gets in my lap or on my shoulder, when not distracted by being the loft bi-cycle.

He's pretty and sweet, but Giant Homer and Frillback ancestry make him a big boy with long flights and tail feathers that will need a lot of room.

4. Leela

Khaki T-pattern mixed hen

Cody x Rigby

Comfortable ($50)

Leela is a mellow little sweety that likes my lap and shoulders.

She's a great pumper, but chain lays and starts a new clutch INCREDIBLY early! Leaving nestlings well fed, but largely unguarded.

5. Todoroki

Tippler

Sooty Ash Red Bar cock

Rescue ($20)

Todoroki is an EXTREMELY high energy breed that will need a LOT of space to free fly most of the time.

He would be happier in a loft than as an indoor pet.

6. Amiga

Blue T-pattern mix hen

Pippin x Cookie

Retired ($20)

Amiga is going to be a pain.

She hates people to the point of trying to break herself to get away from them, and she cannot under any circumstance be allowed to hatch an egg.

She provides her own hatch control by nest cup dancing on her hatchlings. She has been given two chances to hatch clutches, and eviscerated all three peeps this way.

So she will need to be housed in a loft with minimal interaction other than obsessively switching her eggs with fakes.

7. Dolly

Blue Bar mixed hen

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Dolly is her sister Amiga's opposite in almost every way.

She's only retired from my program because she's the hen on the roster that likes people the least.

She is an amazing, devoted mother and would make a fantastic foster hen.

8. Wess

Blue tailmark mixed cock

Wukong x Suki

Curious ($40)

Wess is shy and dislikes being approached directly, but often chills nearby preening my clothing and occasionally hops up on my knee.

He is a TERRIBLE dad! It took him two weeks to start helping Dolly feed their nestlings and never sat on them when they were little enough to need it.

9. Arco

Pied Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Vito x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Arco is uninterested in people, but not afraid of them.

He'd be a good partner for a nervous rescue bird, or an absolutely amazing foster dad!

He's devoted to his mate and her nest and doesn't start shit with flock mates once he's settled.

10. Bridget

Blue T-pattern feral cock

Rescue ($20)

This is the boy we found with a broken wing and foot on the sidewalk under an overpass.

He's healed entirely and though flighty and skittish, gets along very well with his flockmates.

Like Arco, he takes a mate, picks a nest, settles, and doesn't start shit.

He'd make an excellent foster or partner for a skittish rescue.

11. Scan

Pied ash red cock

Cherub x Tandy

Loft Bird ($30)

Scan is Cherub and Tandy's first hatch.

I was initially going to keep him, but his brother, Nimbus, has a better temperament.

Scan is a flamboyantly aggressive pain in the ass, constantly starting shit with established pairs to earn himself a spot in the hierarchy.

He'd likely mellow out with fewer birds, but isn't interested in being social with me, so I don't think he'd be the best house pet.

12. Acer

Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Acer's classification as a loft bird is maintained by technicality.

He has to come in after repeatedly attacking nestlings.

If he does it again with different ones when he goes out on Thursday, his status will be changed to Retired foe unusually severe aggression.

This seems to be a pattern developing in the Pippin x Cookie line...

Which is going to make the birds afflicted hard to place.

13. Bell

Blue T-pattern mixed hen

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Bell is the same intense degree of skittish as the rest of her siblings, but gets along well with her flock mates.

She has the best chance of them of being ok as a house bird, but she'd honestly be happiest either in a loft or with a bird friend.

14. Rusty

Pied Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Ginger x Danica

Curious ($40)

Rusty is an energetic boy with places to be and stuff to explore!

He occasionally lands on my shoulder or head, or hops briefly up into my lap

He isn't afraid of people, but not liking to hold still makes him hard to interact with.

He's very fun to watch, though, and would be a good match for any one who wanted an independent bird.

15. Checkers

Pied blue check mixed cock

Ginger x Danica

Loft Bird ($30)

Checkers is less interested in people than his brother, Rusty.

He's energetic, gorgeous, and fun to watch, and would make a lovely addition to a pet loft.

He probably wouldn't enjoy being a house bird unless he had a hen to interact with.

He's very combative with other cocks, and has not yet learned the virtue of "Don't start none, won't be none."

16. Frieda

Khaki tailmark mixed hen

Wukong x Suki

Comfortable ($50)

Frieda, though not super outgoing, is friendly in spite of her shyness.

She often gets up in my lap to loaf, but doesn't like being reached for, even with treats.

If you just want warm, quiet company while you read, watch videos, or do desk work, she'll be an excellent match for you.

17. Berry

Pied blue bar hen

Cherub x Tandy

Loft Bird ($30)

Berry is not remotely interested in hanging out with me. She isn't even curious.

She's not afraid by any stretch, she just would rather do literally anything but interact with me.

With lots of enrichment or another bird, she could be ok inside, or she'd make a pretty loft bird.

18. Shinobi

Black pied mixed hen

Leonard x Elliot

Comfortable ($50)

Like most of her siblings, Shinobi is friendly and interested in people, but too energetic to really hold still for long.

She is sweet and polite about taking treats when she feels like it.

She'd be quite happy as a house bird with lots of flight time.

19. Mote

Blue check mixed hen

Wukong x Suki

Curious ($40)

Mote is shy and reserved, but mostly seems overwhelmed by how many of her older and younger flockmates want to be in my lap or on my shoulders at any given time.

When my lap is free, she will usually hop up unto it and loaf for a bit.

She has a good chance of coming out of her shell as a house pet.

20. Tye

Pied tiger grizzle ash red cock

Ginger x Danica

Loft Bird ($30)

Tye is a drop dead gorgeous little man, the spit'n image of his father, Ginger.

He's not afraid of people, but literally everything else is more interesting.

Being a roller and tumbler mix, he's a delightfully acrobatic flier who is a joy to watch.

He'd be a striking addition to a pet loft, or, with enough enrichment or a friend provided, a great addition to a household.

21. Slate

Dirty, smoky blue bar mixed hen.

Satin x Chiffon

Interactive ($60)

Slate's brother, Cotta, is my new therapy prospect.

Slate is mellow and sweet tempered, happily accepts treats, and occasionally tries to play with my fingers like she would a stick.

She's quite happy to loaf in my lap and occasionally lets me stroke her little neck with a fingertip.

22. Flint

Blue check mixed cock

Nobu x Leela

Comfortable ($50)

Flint is a sweet little man that has started jumping into my lap at every opportunity, and often flailing his way up to loaf on my chest.

He accepts treats politely when he feels like it, but doesn't try to play with me yet.

I told y'all there were a TON of birds available. XD

I'll do my best to update this post as there are updates to make, but 22 is WAY more birds ready for homes than I'm really ok with having, especially with winter on the way.

It's my own fault for failing to advertise that they were available as soon as they became available.

Now I'm just going to have to wait before I can do any more rescue work or hatch peeps out for the people on my wait list.

Back to playing catch up...

[the-widow-sisters]

My Reason

Summary: When Natasha and Yelena are practicing knife-throwing, something goes wrong with Yelena. Natasha soon finds out that her sister is exceedingly touch-starved. What happens when Yelena finds out that Natasha craves affection just as much as Yelena?

Word Count: 2520

  “Alright, poser, move out of the way and let the master show you how it’s done,” Yelena told her older sister, raising an eyebrow as she took some knives from Natasha. Natasha stepped back, giving her younger sister some room as she proudly watched Yelena.

  The two of them had some time to themselves that day, and the two had decided to do a little bit of practice together to see if they could learn from one another. They were currently throwing knives, and Natasha had managed to land every one of them in the middle of the targets.

  Now that it was Yelena’s turn, Natasha was excited to see how her younger sister would do.

  “Aren’t you going to take the knives out of the targets?”

  “That would be too easy. Don’t you want a real challenge?” Yelena questioned, her eyes full of mirth and playfulness as she eyed Natasha. Natasha smiled a little in reply, wondering how Yelena was going to land any shots in the middle of the targets when Natasha’s knives were already lodged in the centers of them.

  Yelena stopped where Natasha had been standing. She eyed the target carefully before stepping to the side a bit and chucking her knife. She landed it perfectly in the middle, the blade squeezed in a tight fit directly next to Natasha’s knife.

  She repeated this multiple times before finally emptying her supply of knives. She smirked proudly before heading forward and collecting the knives from the targets. Natasha had an enormous grin on her face just from watching her sister’s skills in action, and as Yelena returned, the blonde faked a few bows.

  “That is how it’s done,” Yelena informed her before dumping all of the knives on the table except for one that she kept in her hand and was flipping around in a slight show. Natasha could see the way Yelena was looking at her. She had hope in her eyes, and she was looking at her with such pride, but there was also some anxiousness as she gazed at Natasha expectantly, presumably waiting on some sort of praise from the older woman.

  “Wow… Awesome job,” Natasha complimented finally, a loving smile on her face as she reached out and squeezed the joint between Yelena’s shoulder and neck with her hand fondly before running it up her neck slightly to cup just under Yelena’s jaw.

  Yelena automatically melted into the touch the moment that Natasha made contact. Natasha furrowed her brow, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the girl. Yelena immediately snapped to attention, realizing what she had done as she guiltily glanced in Natasha’s direction. She pulled away from the older woman, her walls surrounding her heart pulled back to their usual slightly more guarded position as she crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Yeah,” Yelena cleared her throat, seemingly recollecting herself. Natasha just watched her carefully, her thoughts flitting about in an attempt to try to understand what exactly was wrong with the younger girl.

  “Going to have to step up your game if you’re going to top that,” Yelena confidently spoke and pointed at the target in front of her, her eyebrow raised as some semblance of that signature irritatingly confident smirk came back to tug at her lips. However, Natasha could easily see the nervousness in her gaze since she could not quite meet the redhead’s eyes.

  Natasha squinted just a tiny bit, trying to decipher the nervousness, and Yelena quickly caught onto the body language before stretching in a somewhat over-exaggerated manner.

  “Well… It was fun kicking your rear and all, but I’m going to go get a shower so I don’t stink as bad as you,” Yelena insulted lightly, and Natasha smiled slightly since it was such a Yelena thing to say. Yelena reached over, offering the knife left over in her hand to Natasha. The older woman took it from her, her hand brushing Yelena’s, and the blonde quickly pulled her hand away before making her way out of the practice area. Natasha watched her leave and hesitantly let her gaze drop to the knife in her hand.

  She sighed deeply, throwing the knife in the direction of the target without looking and landing it close to the middle of the target.

  Later in the evening, Natasha and Yelena were reclined in the living room on the couch, the television running. However, Natasha was not really watching it, and her mind kept wandering to the girl that was sitting on the opposite side of the couch, curled away from Natasha a bit.

  Natasha truly was not sure what was going on with the other girl. Ever since Natasha touched her earlier that day, Yelena had been keeping her distance and trying not to get too close. Natasha was really worried that she had overstepped some boundary or upset the girl by the affection.

  However, she could not understand it. Yelena always seemed to be okay with shoulder bumps and casual things like that. And when they hugged toward the end of their adventure a while back, Yelena seemed perfectly fine with that and actually seemed as if she enjoyed it. Natasha herself had been terribly uncomfortable with touch at first, but once she realized how wonderful it was and how nice it felt, she began to treasure it. But since Yelena handled it so well so fast, Natasha had decided to try to make more contact with her, knowing that everyone reacted differently.

  So why was the shoulder squeeze such an issue?

  Natasha kept thinking it over, flashing glances in Yelena’s direction, and she finally found herself extremely worried about upsetting the girl and bringing back flashbacks or some sort of trauma that Natasha did not know about.

  After a long moment, she finally reached over and grabbed the television remote, muting it quickly.

  “Natalia! What are you doing?! How am I supposed to know who gets chopped now?!” Yelena whined, looking at Natasha desperately as she waved a hand in the direction of the television, and Natasha just returned her gaze with calm concern. Yelena suddenly seemed to catch onto what was going on, and she stiffened a bit, looking much more uncomfortable.

  “I, um…. About earlier,” Natasha started, not sure how to begin the conversation. She was not too good at discussing feelings and things, and she was almost as uncomfortable as Yelena was at the moment. Yelena shook her head, shrugging her shoulders, and Natasha let her words die off as Yelena seemed to be taking initiative on speaking about it.

  “It is nothing. You don’t need to worry about it,” Yelena spoke, and Natasha could see that there was more to it than that.

  “You’ve been avoiding me, little one… Did I upset you? I didn’t mean to bring back memories or anything—”

  “No, no, no, it is not that at all,” Yelena negated, and Natasha could see the sincerity in her dark green eyes. The redhead tilted her head, confused. She now had absolutely no idea what had caused the girl to be so uncomfortable.

  “I just… In the Red Room, we had no contact. When we received it, it was a reward. The trainers and people there knew that a small touch went a long way. Many of us… We,” Yelena paused, looking away stubbornly as she settled her gaze on the television. Natasha could tell she was not really watching it and she was more just resting her eyes on a place as she thought through her words.

  “A lot of us needed that, and it was punishable to hug or touch each other… But they used it as a sort of reward as long as it was coming from them,” Yelena spoke, and Natasha quietly listened and nodded softly. She knew that was the case. She personally had to face such hardships, but it saddened her to see that they kept such a system of training alive even during Yelena’s time in the Red Room.

  “When you touched me today… It,” Yelena trailed off, obviously terribly awkward with this and quite uncomfortable as a whole. Natasha was honestly not completely at ease either, but she was trying to at least portray some semblance of it in order to coax the words from Yelena.

  “Well, it was just really nice and I accidentally…

  “I’m sorry, it’s just… This is hard to talk about,” Yelena swallowed, and Natasha just calmly eyed her.

  “When you touch me, it’s so different. It’s long and it lasts and it’s not a reward for killing someone,” Yelena admitted, and Natasha felt pain stab at her heart at her sister’s struggle.

  “And you don’t have any problem giving it so freely. It’s so different and so nice, and it was embarrassing,” Yelena spoke, and Natasha looked at her strangely, finding herself confused even after this lengthy explanation that Yelena was trying to get through and offer her.

  Yelena sighed deeply, and Natasha heard a light curse roll off of her tongue quietly before she spoke.

  “I enjoyed it too much and I was afraid that if you saw that, you wouldn’t want to,” Yelena let herself trail off, clamming up as she tried desperately to avoid looking at Natasha. The redhead just thought about this statement for a long moment, not sure what to say in response. Conversations with this many feelings involved were always hard for her.

  However, after a long moment, she moved on the couch so that she was facing her sister a bit more and she opened her arms. In response to the movement, Yelena finally brought her gaze back to look at Natasha, and she eyed her as if she had lost her mind.

  “Come here,” Natasha spoke, and Yelena looked between her open arms and her light green eyes staring the blonde down. Yelena furrowed her brow, at a loss as to precisely what the redhead meant.

  “What?”

  “Come here,” Natasha told her, moving one of her hands to wave Yelena in her direction. The blonde finally seemed to realize what she meant, and she slowly scooted forward, crawling nearer to her big sister. Natasha just nodded slightly in encouragement.

  Yelena moved a bit closer so that she was in Natasha’s space a bit more, and Natasha snagged the opportunity, taking the younger woman in her arms. She pulled her close and hugged her to her chest.

  To Natasha’s happiness, Yelena immediately let her weight settle heavily against the older woman and she wrapped her arms around her sister tightly, her cheek squished against Natasha’s shoulder and her legs stretched across the couch on top of Natasha’s. Natasha rubbed her back carefully, and she quickly noticed the happy sigh and groan combo that Yelena released as she just fully relaxed in it and even pushed herself a bit closer to the redhead.

  “I enjoy it, too. Contact is not so new for me, but having it with you is, and it just… I really would just hug you all the time if I could.”

  “Why can’t you?” Yelena questioned, her words muffled and her voice akin to a mumble from its place stuffed against Natasha. Natasha ran her hands up and down the girl’s back comfortingly, a chuckle resounding in her throat a little as she looked down at the blonde.

  “Well… I was afraid that you wouldn’t be comfortable with it.”

  “That’s ridiculous,” Yelena immediately responded without any hesitation whatsoever, her voice suddenly quite clear despite her position. Natasha could hear the intense disapproval in the words.

  “Would you be embarrassed?” Natasha asked somewhat worriedly.

  “Would you?” Yelena challenged, her voice now filled with way too much affection and fondness to be too serious. Natasha quickly noted that Yelena had somehow managed to worm her way further up Natasha and was now laying there with her head shoved underneath Natasha’s chin.

  “No… I haven’t really thought about it before,” Natasha admitted, and Yelena huffed a little in response. A tiny smile tugged at Natasha’s lips, the sudden puff of air feeling strange but not unpleasant against her neck.

  “I’d like to try… Y’know… To touch more,” Natasha admitted somewhat awkwardly, and Yelena froze a little, but Natasha could feel the grin breaking out across the blonde’s face as she just snuggled closer to the older woman. Natasha’s smile grew on her face, and she reveled in the contact of the person that she loved the most in the world.

  “We should be careful. We’re starting to sound like those girls on that movie Chilly.”

  “What?” Natasha asked in complete confusion, trying to understand what her sister was trying to communicate. She could tell that Yelena was trying to tease, but she could not exactly get what was so funny because she did not completely understand what Yelena was talking about.

  “You know… Chilly. That movie.”

  “Umm… No, I don’t actually.”

  “Chilly! The animated movie. The one where the sister had powers and was blonde and awesome and shot stuff out of her hands,” Yelena tried to explain, and it suddenly occurred to Natasha precisely what the younger girl was talking about.

  “Frozen?” Natasha questioned, barely holding back laughter.

  “Yes!” Yelena exclaimed, and Natasha chuckled heartily.

  “Hey! Don’t laugh! I was serious!” Yelena whined, and Natasha moved her head over to the side to press a gentle kiss to the Yelena’s forehead. Yelena stilled for a moment but sighed out of her nose in something that sounded like contentment.

  “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you.”

  “I was not laughing,” Yelena told her, completely and deadly serious, and Natasha started to laugh once again, the sound heartier and fuller this time. Yelena actually started chuckling with her at this point.

  “I made you laugh,” Yelena proudly pointed out, her voice relaxed and calm as could be. Once Natasha finally got ahold of her mirth in response to her sister, Natasha smiled wider than she had in weeks as she ran her hand up to touch the back of Yelena’s hair. Yelena sighed happily, a slight shiver running through her as Natasha ran her fingers through the blonde tresses.

  “You make it sound like I never laugh,” Natasha chuckled just a bit, and Yelena shrugged sluggishly.

  “You don’t laugh much.”

  “Maybe I never had a reason to,” Natasha countered, and Yelena huffed.

  “So you’re saying I’m your reason? That’s pretty sappy,” Yelena somewhat sleepily told her, her voice slurring just a bit as she shut her eyes tightly in pure enjoyment of her sister’s attentions.

  “I learned it all from you,” Natasha teased, and Yelena just hummed, unimpressed but too comfortable to grace the statement with an articulated response.

  Yelena was slowly nestling herself even closer to Natasha, her breathing growing deeper and more spaced out as she got comfortable, and Natasha smiled lovingly, a warmth radiating through her.

  “Ya tebya lyublyu,” Natasha muttered under her breath, kissing Yelena’s head as she closed her eyes, enjoying her sister’s proximity. Yelena stirred just a little, barely coherent words on her lips as she replied.

  “Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu…”

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[docholligay]

Tracer/Emily “on a scar”

Talk about stuff I've meant to write for ages, this moment is finally out in the world. ANYWAY THANK YOU 1600ish words, all of my OW universe is here.

Tracer kissed her shoulder.

It should have felt good. She wanted it to feel good. She was incredibly attracted to Tracer, who had been a perfect lady over the past few weeks. Tracer, who was handsome and charming and gallant, who had treated her to dinner and walks in the park and made her laugh with all her stories, brought her flowers and told her she looked wonderful in purple, who had never invited herself up even though her eyes clearly wanted to be invited up.

But instead, there was a sort of deep grim that lapped at the corner of her mind. Emily was not good with women. She wasn’t good with anyone really, over the age of six, she thought, quiet and shy and awkward, the way she’s been all of her life. She wanted this, and she was afraid of it. She was not a casual person. Sometimes she wished she were.

The hard part, for Emily, was knowing when to tell someone. When she had been younger, it had been easy to blame her being trans for every ounce of hesitation she felt in a public setting, for every stumble through a conversation, and every bad date where her calls were never returned. It some ways, it had made things easier, to know that there was an immutable reason for such things, but life is rarely so kind, and she had met so many other women like her who glittered and had full dance cards, who lived life loudly.

So her own hated timidness had to, at least in some capacity, be an organic consequence of being Emily McNair, rather than anything else. It was disappointing.

But because she was Emily McNair, and because she had no idea of what it meant to be casual, and because she, like the silly fool that she was, was dangerously close to being truly in love with Tracer, she had to tell her. She wanted to tell her. Because if she was going to love Tracer, she had to know that Tracer could love all of her, even her history.

She tried not to expect too much of people in that vein.

“Em?” Tracer pulled away from her, ‘Can’t ‘elp but notice you don’t seem particularly engaged. You,” she seemed disappointed, “you not want to?”

“Oh, Lena, I do, but it’s only..” She tucked her hair behind her ear, “I have to speak to you, first.”

Her eyes darted around the room. “What ‘ave I done? Or not done?”

“No, no, of course no. It’s only me.”

“Alright. All ears.”

Emily was sure there had to be a perfect way of doing this, but over the twenty odd years of her life, she had never quite found it. Words were, most people would agree, not Emily’s strong suit, and generally she was as content to listen to others talk as they were. The handful of times she had gotten far enough to want to tell someone, it had never come out the way she’d imagined, and as Tracer looked at her, she realized that new and better speech she kept planning wasn’t going to reveal itself this time either.

“I’m trans. I just--thought you should know, before.” She swallowed and looked off to the side, waiting.

Tracer rocked back on her heels and looked at Emily.

“Is that all? Doesn’t matter, I don’t care about that,” she stopped for a moment, “Sorry. You know,” she tilted her head quickly and leaned forward, trying to put herself back into Emily’s gaze, “it’s just now occurred to me why me Dad put it that way when I told ‘im I was gay, can’t really think of a better way to say it--suppose it didn’t urt that ‘e wasn’t the slightest bit surprised by the news--but wasn’t helpful to me then either.” She took Emily’s hand. “Thank you for telling me. I feel all the same about you as I did. I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I cannot believe me luck, sitting on the sofa with you. You ‘ave no reason to be shy with me. Still buzzing about being invited up, love.”

Emily let her shoulders relax a little. “I’m shy with everyone.”

“I ‘ope sincerely that it’s not that people ‘ave been cruel to you.”

“Not, I think I’m just a bit awkward, I mean,” Emily shook her head. “Most people haven’t known since I left school. But I don’t much,” she fiddled with the strap of her dress, “you know, see women.”

Tracer smiled. “Right. Let me show you something.”

She slipped her shirt off under her CA with a speed and grace Emily would not have guessed was possible, leaving only her CA and a sports bra. The first thing she noticed were the bright toucans on Tracer’s bra. The second thing she noticed was that Tracer was as spectacularly toned as she might have guessed given her quick strength, and she blushed.

The third thing she noticed were two deep and heavily puckered scars, right at the edge of her rib cage. Her eyes widened and she brought a hand to her mouth, without thinking, and then immediately realized Tracer must be seeing her, after being so kind to Emily, showing shock, and she might think it was disgust--

But Tracer gave that loud peal of a laugh that Emily loved so much. “I know! Terrible, innit? Man shot me.” She scowled a moment. “Thought ‘e was me friend, once upon a time, but ‘e did disabuse me of that notion, as Fareeha put it, you know, love, for all the times she pretends she doesn’t understand a bloody thing I’m saying she manages to put up quite the English vocabulary when it suits her, right? Right, absolute tosh--listen to me waffling on, me Dad always said I could talk for England--what I mean is, love, you ain’t the only one with a thing or two unusual. Say nothing about the machinery. I’m loads of things to get used to, right? So you and I are of a kind. Me more than you, even, ‘ave no doubt you look better with your clothes off than me, if you don’t mind me saying so, right? So you never need be shy with me, for I’ll always do me best. I ‘ave no doubt that I will say or do something unbelievably bloody stupid, and when that happens, I want you to say, ‘Lena, you bloody stupid cunt,” Emily laughed and shook her head, “--No love, I’m being very serious just now--Lena, don’t do that” and then I won’t.”

Emily looked at her. Tracer’s eyes were bright and sparkling, but full of sincerity. Even now, she had that little resting smile on her face that Emily had come to realize just sat there, as unhappiness did on others. There was something about Tracer that drew Emily in, that made her feel safe, and suddenly it felt true, that someone like Tracer could not mind. Suddenly it seemed silly to Emily that anyone had ever minded at all. She had so many explanations planned out, ways to make it okay for Tracer and assure her that there wasn’t much different about Emily, but it all seemed completely unnecessary in the moment.

She had been honest, when she said she didn’t care.

Emily reached her hand out and brushed her fingertips against the deep crater on Tracer’s stomach, and Tracer did not flinch away from her touch, even for a moment.

“It must have hurt terribly.”

Tracer shook her head. “You know, actually, I lost a great deal of blood very quickly, which doesn’t necessarily recommend itself but I will say made the pain a bit of a non-issue.” She laughed again. “Honestly, Winston’s more traumatized by it than I am, I only remember little bits of the thing. Lost some of me liver though, and I am sore about that, as I make quite a bit of use of it,” she looked down, “ as you can see by the fact that I lack a bit in the definition department.”

“You’re very handsome, Lena.” Emily said, still looking at the scar, unable to look Tracer in the eye when she said it.

“Well, you’re kind to say so.” Tracer put her hand on top of Emily’s. “I still am keen to root about the cabbages, so to speak, and I want you to know I won’t be put off so easily in future,” she grinned, “but if you’d rather not tonight, I understand that, as well.”

“Oh, but I don’t want you to go!”

Tracer took Emily by the shoulders. “I can stay then, love. ‘Appy to ‘ear it. Can stay all night, if you like. But we don’t ‘ave to do nothing.”

Emily leaned forward and put her head on Tracer’s shoulder, letting herself fall into her embrace. Tracer kissed her forehead.

“We can stay just like this, love.”

I love you, she wanted to say, I love you, and I feel excited and happy and utterly terrified at the fact. But, she reasoned, she had tripped over her own tongue enough for one evening, and in this moment, she thought she would have plenty of other chances. Tracer would stay. She kissed Tracer’s cheek and settled into her arms as Tracer laid back against the couch.

“You know, the scars aren’t even the worst of it, with me. ‘Ardware neither.”

“Oh?”

“Right, there’s the entirety of me personality to deal with, as well. Messy. Can’t pay attention to save me own life, sometimes quite literally, depending on who you ask. Touch of P--well, honestly, just ask Fareeha, when you meet her, she’s got a list of me negative qualities, I think. Probably alphabetized. Maybe categorical.”

Emily felt herself melt into Tracer and allowed herself the joy of a laugh.

The cool wind of October shook the trees outside, and litter blew along the street next to her shabby little London flat, and Emily had never been happier.

#touch prompts