#I was looking at firefighting requirements the other day

[grindsta]

GAME FEATURES

THIS IS A REALLY LONG POST

There are SO MANY features in The Sims 3 that I keep learning more and more each day, so I decided to start keeping track of all of them. Some of these I've known myself, but most of them come from Reddit and TS Forum.

I'll keep on updating everytime I find new things.

Features are under the cut!

Gameplay

Careers/University/Skills

You can sign autographs as a rock star by clicking on a random building (bookstore, theater, stadium, etc.) and make cash. You can only do it once a week and have them perform the action yourself (similar to the vaccination event you do as a doctor).

If you send a Sim to college, you can get a financial aid grant every 24 hours. Just click on the administration building and select “apply for financial aid”. The better your grades, the more money you’ll get.

Traveling to the past with ambition’s time machine, random events will change your household’s present. (Change careers or add family members).

Sims who reach the highest criminal career level glow red. This is bad for relationships with Sims with Good, Friendly, and Family Oriented traits.  Having maxed out the Charisma skill will mostly prevent it, or even throw “Jar of Friendship” potion at them. Although it is good for relationships with Sims with Evil and Insane traits.

When some rectangles of one (or more) skill is highlighted, it’s because it’s the requirement for the Sim job.

If you protest about low wages, you have the possibility of increasing the wages of everyone.

Parent Sims can have a wish for their kids to have specific careers.

You will get gifts for working on your job for 5 years.

 Singer Sims could sell their albums to other Sims.

 If you click on your Sim work building when they’re at work, you can demand a raise. but if their mood is bad or their relationship with their boss is bad, this can get them fired. You can also go out with your boss and ask for a promotion.

Sims can die while you’re lifeguarding.

Your Sim can get caught if they call in fake sick.

Sims in the medical career can follow up with patients by calling them.

You can fry beetles if you are an evil private investigator (if you have a magnifying glass).

Your Sim can be an evil politician.

Ghost hunters can “appease ghosts” at the graveyard.

Lifeguard and firefighter sims can “demonstrate CPR” on another Sim as a romantic action.

You can select what type of sandcastle to build if you have a high enough skill.

Your Sim can get tattooed and tattoo other Sims. It’s a hidden skill that, if low, tattoos will look like child drawings. You can also get the tattoo removed.

Maids

Some maids actually don’t do their work, you have to fire them so a new one comes up, and is, hopefully, better.

Most Maids will have at least neat and/or perfectionists, brave and flirty, or charismatic traits. Some Maids are also Kleptomaniacs. Exceptions to this are: Delicia Hoover from Bridgeport and Simon Swift from Barnacle Bay, they are Slobs, which means they will never actually clean your House.

Maids will quit if they see Bonehilda in your house.

Toddler/Child/Teen

Kids will gain skills if someone reads them skill books to sleep.

When a witch sim does their homework they accidentally get it done all at once by magic. They grab the blue notebook, but the green bar completes itself immediately and they look confused for a second. In case they fail to do homework by magic, their whole body gets burnt. 

When children and teens are asleep, you can click on them to select a dream, and then they’ll wake up with a moodlet related to it. While the moodlet is active, you can get a special moodlet if their dream comes true. While still sleeping, the game will notify if the dream turned into a nightmare and they will get a negative moodlet.

Toddlers and Kids can build hidden skills with certain toys.

You can put kids in time out and they will stand in a corner crying.

Toys can go on the crib.

Babies can get diaper rash if using the changing station from The Sims 3 Store.

If you take a child of the bouncer, they get bratty and mad.

Children can hold a bear while talking to an adult.

Kids can read the newspapers to see what baked goods sell better.

When you get robbed children can get the lifetime wish to become a cop or a thief. They can also want to become a doctor after seeing someone dying or getting a new sibling, become a musician after seeing someone jam, become a creature robot cross-breeder after seeing a ghost. become a firefighter after a house fire, become a magician after seeing a sim use their magic, become a singer while singing with their imaginary friend.

Child witch Sims have stabilizers on their brooms.

Kids can get sick from prison food.

Your Sim can chat with toddlers through their Teddy Bears.

Parents can play with their toddlers in the ocean.

Children inherit the effects of some Genie Wishes.

Your Sim can get detention if they slack off in school.

You can create custom and random baby DNA at the hospital.

Children can fight teens. 

Parents will have a higher friendship level with their baby with an at home birth than a hospital birth.

Traits

Inappropriate sims can take sponge baths from a sink.

Your Sim can have a hidden trait called “advanced art training” earned by completing the “Skilled Painting” opportunity acquired through working in the art appraiser career. Sims with this trait can paint paintings of any skill level (0 to 9), instead of paintings appropriate only to their painting skill level.

Bookworm sims can join the book club by computer and get mailed books.

Unlucky Sims can’t die. But they can die of transmutation and leave a golden statue.

Party Animals Sims can dance on top of the counter.

Mermaids with the Evil trait can spawn sharks.

Sims with the Green Thumb Trait can Revive Dead Plants.

Brave Sims can ask for a raise.

Frugal Sims will cut coupons from the newspaper.

Daredevil Sims can “play with fire”, and will stick their hands in the fire and pull them back out until their fun motive is full.

If your Sim has the hydrophobic trait they cannot Woohoo or Try for Baby in the shower.

Being in Bot mode (Bot fan trait) will keep your sim from aging.

Sims with the daredevil trait can eat bugs.

Sims who have the childish trait have the option to read a toddler’s book like any other. Others will get the message “Sim can only read this book to a toddler.”

The Good trait Sims could accuse of being meanspirited.

Sims with the Good trait can donate to charity.

Sims with the “Never Nude” trait shower in their bathing clothes.

Moodlets

If you click on a negative need moodlet, the game will have the sim do the activity to fill that need.

If you gift your child Sims too many times in a row, they get a “spoiled” moodlet.

The creepy magical gnome (the one that kinda looks like a devil) will sometimes spawn next to your Sims bed at night with glowing red eyes. Your Sims can get a creeped out moodlet.

Buy a baby, toddler, or child a teddy bear because it gives them a special moodlet when they sleep while having it in their inventory.

You get a moodlet when you have a blog and something from the blog’s theme happens in your Sims real life.

The “rejuvenated” and “completely at ease” moodlet prevents the horrified noodlet from exploring the catacombs.

Sims can make snow angels face down, and when they do, they get the frosty face moodlet.

Mourning over the dead Sim’s gravestone would reduce the negative effect of “Mourning” moodlet.

If you send too many secret admirers texts to the wrong Sim, they will receive a negative “being stalked” moodlet.

You get a moodlet saying “Brrrr! This is cold!” when your Sim sits on ice furniture.

When swimming in the snow you will get a moodlet saying “Polar Bear Club”.

Romance/Woohoo

You can woohoo or make out behind the scenes at the theater hall if you have two romantically involved Sims visit at the same time. It works for any rabbit hole you can visit (town hall, military base, science lab…).

Using the Time Machine to Try for a Baby in the past will result in a biological teen showing up later that day.

Try Online Dating on the computer.

If your Sim is dating someone and that someone is dating someone else, you can tell them they are cheating.

Sims gets a fertility boost after getting a romantic massage.

Sims can get kicked out of theaters for woohooing.

You can give a cinnamon kiss when you flavored your food with it.

If a Sim marries a plumbot the creator of said plumbot officially becomes their parent-in-law.

If your Sim feels betrayed from an unfaithful marriage they can rebound kiss.

Money

To make money, go to the science skill tree until you have enough skill to take samples from gems, and then clone them using the science station.

Adopt a bunch of dogs or have a werewolf Sim and make them hunt.

Go through the trash of wealthy households.

Experiment on bugs until you get a plasma bug then sample and clone it. A cat with high-level Hunting skills will also catch them occasionally.

Master the Martial Arts skill and break space rocks on the board breaker and get lots of valuable gems.

Paintings appreciate in value over time and are the best sold when the Sim dies.

Miner holes are treasure chests. You can also make several holes into a cave system. 

If you have a philosopher’s stone, you can turn pretty much anything into gold. You run the risk of your sim turning into gold and therefore dying. However, if you have a death flower in your inventory you don’t die and you get to keep the gold statue of your sim - making tones of money because of it.

Pets

If you’re cooking food and have a pet, you can throw scraps to them that they will eat.

You can have a rock as a pet.

You can breed fish.

If a pet bowl is outside, any other animal can eat from it.

Gnomes can encourage and discourage cats and dogs on your lot.

Your Sim can pet their dog while they are lying on the couch.

Horses will eat and destroy the newspaper.

When pet birds die, their bodies don’t disappear, they lay there until cleaned up.

Two small dogs can eat from the automatic feeder at once.

Pets can eat garden plants.

Dogs can howl and cats can meow along with instruments.

Your Sim can drop a fish from your inventory onto the ground and their cat can eat it.

If your Sim dog uses the guard-the-house interaction, it will actually bark at any strays that happen to come by your door.

Foals will get a negative moodlet if their mother isn’t around. However, if a Sim gives lots of love and feeds it when it’s hungry, in a couple of days the moodlet changes to a positive one saying that it’s not missing the mother anymore because of all the care you provided

Death

There are only two graveyards in the game with fully unique and custom graves, and no generic ones. They are the graveyards of Sunset Valley and Riverview. Appaloosa Plains is unique in that it has a pet graveyard.

Burning, electrocution, and starvation are by far the most common causes of death among the preexisting graves, with old age being surprisingly common. 

If you make a ghost Sim as a playable Sim and have them paint, all their paintings will get the Simoleon bonus to value from the painter being dead.

Your pets can save your Sim from death.

You can have funerals when a Sim from your household dies.

Small tombstone: Dies before 75,000 lifetime happiness points. Medium tombstone: Dies between 75,000 and 149,000 lifetime happiness points. Large tombstone: Dies at 150,000 and above lifetime happiness points.

Sims Graves have different emblems on them depicting how they died; flames, hands reaching out of water, shark jaws, etc. 

Expansions

You can discover islands on Island Paradiso.

Isla Paradiso is full of hidden chests on secret islands.

Sunlight charm spell changes a wolf to their human form.

Some Supernatural portraits & paintings (marked with purple border in Build Buy) change during a Full Moon.

Vampires can raid the hospital and the grocery store. 

Misc

When out in the ocean, the Kraken can appear. It can attack and sink your Sims small houseboat. It can spawn into Sunset Valley & Lucky Palms if you go out to the furthest point of the water.

If you have a microphone from university life in your inventory, your Sim can greet other Sims by shouting in their face.

You can plant cheese and eggs.

You can upgrade umbrellas.

You can store elixirs in the fridge.

You can waterski.

Sims can mess up an alchemy spell and become a toad.

Birthday cakes can catch on fire.

There are types of objects that aren’t in the catalog that you can make in the toy machine.

If your sims mess up the weather stone, it can rain flowers.

You can open a tab at a bar and if you can’t pay it, they will add it to your bills.

Aliens can steal space rocks from the science lab.

If you steal someone’s clothes after skinny dipping, they’re too mortified to go again.

If your sims are on fire, they can put themselves out in a shower or bathtub. They also put themselves out in dive wells from World Adventures and if you have a shower in a can.

You can upload your Sim sketches and paintings to the digital frames.

Sims can send thank you notes after receiving wedding gifts.

You can place snack bowls on island countertops.

You can announce aptitude test results to other sims.

Not all adult sims get a Midlife Crisis and there are variables involved.

You can go to therapy during a midlife crisis.

Sims who have body hair can get it waxed.

If you place a professional bar at a gym, with a mixologist, they can make protein shakes for your sims and a weird wheat grass-type drinks, graveyards have the tombstone topper and others. The library has basic drinks but one is “alien brain” and is a skill drink and stacks on the library moodlet and the supernatural bonus, so reading skill books takes way less time. 

Sim can free criminals from jail with the mining tool.

Celebrities can’t be abducted by aliens.

You can throw herbs at the fireplace, and it will give you a moodlet that varies depending on what herb you have.

Selling objects in the Consignment store is something you can improve over time.

Your Sim can sue people for slander at City Hall when you’re a celebrity and they spread rumors about you.

You can get arrested for harvesting someone else's plants.

Details

The stones at the bottom of the fishbowl change depending on what you put in it.

Artistic, Can’t Stand Art, Computer Whiz, Evil, Genius, Gloomy, Insane, Neurotic, and Virtuoso Sims all have different and unique painting styles.

Fish can spontaneously breed if you put them in fish tanks.

If you are being robbed, and the police come to put the burglar in handcuffs by their car, while they search your house, you can click on the burglar to set them free. They will even thank you for doing so, promising to make it up to you, although they never do.

Cats can jump onto Sim’s lap and they can pet them.

You can drag the greeting card into a big digital frame.

You can get a “wrong number” call.

Clones will be attracted to the cloned Sim.

Cats can sleep on newspapers.

Sims can get a dirtbag reputation if caught cheating. If caught a lot of times, they get a slimeball reputation.

You can “Play in Sand” in the spots where you painted the terrain with sand.

If you have a big dog and a puppy or a cat and a kitten, they can cuddle together in a big pet bed.

Different bars will serve different food depending on the lot type. You can get onion rings, nachos, and hot wings at the normal lower-tier bars but olive platters and shrimp cocktails are reserved for fancy places like exclusive lounges, vampire lounges, and art galleries. 

Sims can get sick eating bar food at the lower-end bars.

You can preview a house before you buy it by clicking on the magnifying glass.

Sims can chat on the bunkbed and interact on the playpen.

Try using “Disco tags” in the cheats menu (Ctrl+Shift+C) and go to the map view.

Sims can read lying on the beach towel.

You can style the time machine.

Bonehilda will fight robbers.

Hydrophobic sims won’t accept a fishbowl as a gift.

Simbots have 0’s and 1’s instead of zzz’s.

Male Sims can leave the toilet sit up.

Sunglasses have the reflex of the world.

There are 6 types of snowman - classic, evil, tragic clown, hockey, Grim Reaper, and alien.

With no couch, sims will play video games sitting on the ground.

There’s a city in the background of the university world.

Sims can have different sitting positions.

When your Sim spouse dies and comes back to life, they come back divorced.

Horses can ride boats.

When Plumbots pee themselves, oil is what gets on the floor.

If you place a rubber duck on the bathtub, Sims play with it while they bathe. If you place “World’s Brew Bubble Bath”, they will have a bubble bath.

You can change the colors of the street lights.

You get a popup when a pregnant Sim enters a costume party (it reveals the number of hours left for the pregnancy to end).

Store items come with new skills.

You can expand the inventory and relationship tab by dragging it.

Your Sim only earns LHP when your Sims mood is in the “bubble” on the Mood Meter,

If a Sim’s mood drops all the way to the bottom (-100), the Sim may simply refuse to do anything, even if directed to by the player. You can send them on vacation but if they become depressed on their vacation, it will be necessary to send them home.

The volcano in Sunlit Tides can erupt.

Ants crawl in and out of a public picnic basket carrying food.

Every time a Sims learning the Painting skill sells a painting directly from the easel there is a 20% chance that the painting will replace a wall decoration item in the local art gallery.

You can spy on neighbors with tab mode.

Your Sims can get bitten by mosquitos.

Sims can chat with other sims while cooking.

Friends can bring their kids over to play with yours.

Resort Staff NPCs sweep the floors of the resort.

Sims can get nauseous from foods with herbs.

Sims with the Asian Culture trait use chopsticks to eat rather than knives and forks.

Ghosts can swim in swimming pools but you can’t see their body under the surface of the water.

You can double-click on the save file you want to play on the main menu screen and it will start the game.

When you have the cheapest washing machine and your Sim tries to stop it from shaking, you will get a “Victory Over Washer” moodlet.

Magic gnomes spawn at random when you do related activities.

The trash bed in buydebug makes you stinky.

If you put your bird cage outside it might fly away.

The doors on cars matter, if a car has 2 doors, 2 Sims will get in, if a car has 4 doors, 4 (or 5) Sims get in. Also, babies and toddlers will be held by their parents inside the car.

You can wax your Sims, and when you do, their body hair will appear again after a while.

If lightning strikes vehicles during a storm, it will completely destroyed them.

If a Sim is performing an interaction related to a trait, the trait will be highlighted.

You can get a graduation gnome that “hides in your books” during university classes.

Create-a-style

You can drag the whole palette to other objects so they get the same style.

You can swap patterns by dragging one of them onto the dividing line next to the other.

You can randomize patterns + colors by right-clicking on the swatches.

Right-clicking on the color above the color wheel, the game will give you a more appealing color (a different shade) than the one you have selected.

CAS

Right-clicking the icons at the top of CAS randomizes that part of clothing you are on.

You can have hairstyles in different outfits.

Build-Buy

Plants change in size as you place them.

You can make custom object collections.

If you typed in the cheat moveobjects on you can move sims by just clicking on them (on Build Buy mode).

You can set seasonal decor on your home lot to auto-change if you place the debug marker and then decorate accordingly.

 If you press alt when building a foundation, you can change the height of it.

You can paint ceilings.

Mods

If you play with NRAAS Story Progression, no vampires or celebs will be in your town unless you specifically say you want them.

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[simp4konig]

"Can I sit here?" König X Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3060

*Part one?

*Slow burn?

*Strangers to Friends (to Lovers?)

Not decidedany of those yet 😶

Edited on 23/8/2023 for some grammar tweaks.

*!!Fanfic inspired by @theeggrollslord's drawing on Twitter!! I really wanted to use their art as the cover for this fanfic, but due to me not having an Twitter (or X 🤮) account, and not knowing whether the original artist consents to people reposting their art, I held back. 😿 If anyone knows whether they are able to give me permission or are cool with it, please let me know!! ☺️

*Author has played MW1 + 2... but not the newest reimagines. 😭 all I remember from the campaign is that Shepherd shot Ghost in the face,but in NO way did he look as fine as he does now ☠️☠️

*Author does NOT speak German... but can use Google Translate !!😊

As is customary with all foreigners, English is not my first language!. Pls do not bully me if my grammar  is bad i will cry 😢

König sat by himself in the cafeteria.

Three sausages, a spoonful of beans, and two eggs alongside a 500ml water bottle were all that consisted of his daily breakfast. Hash browns would be served raw, and the bagels were solid enough to break teeth when bitten into. He didn't even want to consider the sandwiches, as their stale, stinking cheese and slick ham made him gag. A pity that they didn't serve Bratwurst or order authentic — hell, even half-decent — eggs, as the meat in his sausages tasted out of date and the yolks were a dull yellow. The beans weren't even Heinz.

Looking at the cheap slop on his tray made him lose his appetite. At least the water was drinkable, but its taste was peculiar at best.

König sighed.

Every day "eating" the same breakfast, sitting in the same spot, at the same time.

To say that he enjoyed the routine of the barracks would be an overstatement, as he felt oppressed by the monotony: rigorous and thorough briefings pre-missions; intense training three times a day; shooting drills and target practice right after the sun barely opened its eye or into late hours of the evening when it was hard to see. Yet he couldn't complain, and forced himself to appreciate the predictable structure of the barracks.

After all, routine meant safety.

Knowing the details of the misson and the intel required guaranteed a flawless operation. Knowing how exactly to eliminate an opponent in any given situation meant that it made the job even easier. Knowing when to dive for cover to avoid a rain of bullets and the rumbling thunder of machine guns in an active shootout equalled survival.

And knowing that you intimidated everyone on base at least made social interactions easier. All of these extended his life expectancy, yet by how much was anyone's guess.

Being a 6'10 wall of a pure muscle made him the perfect human bulldozer, and paired with his animalistic instincts taking over while on the battlefield, he struck fear in even his own teammates.

Most of the time, König didn't even need to use a gun, as he could snap an enemy's neck faster than they could blink; and, even if they could do that, they wouldn't be able to react fast enough as he manhandled their body like a rag doll and snapped their spine in half over his knee. Quick and easy kills. Other times, frantic stabs in the abdomen, chest or neck finished with a harsh cut of the throat sufficed when sneaking, and allowed him to release any pent of frustration he felt that he wouldn't have been able to relieve through strangulation alone.

Yet, all of the time, seeing König's brutality first-hand made his teammates lose their balance and struggle to collect themselves during the mission, fearing that he would turn to indiscriminately killing anyone that had the misfortune of entering his field of vision. Compared to König's animalistic instincts taking over in an active firefight and causing bloodshed, his allies putting down enemies with a bullet to the head seemed merciful, and even kind.

Unlike friendships, killing people was easy. Keeping good relations with people was difficult enough for König to begin with — with his first hurdle being his social anxiety, and the hurdle of others being getting used to his frightening exterior — and it grew more and more into a challenge as he moved up the ranks, until his position as Colonel made him feared, not respected. People avoided his eyes, and kept conversations to a minimum, bowing their heads in fear, not respect.

After witnessing him maul enemies like a feral animal, König walking down the barracks had people scuttling away like rats in opposite directions, a horde of people dissipating in an instant. Crowded rooms with rowdy laughter suddenly were brought to silence once he made the mistake of entering, with people speaking in hushed whispers or not even speaking at all, opting to escape before their colonel addressed them.

Truth of the matter was, König never wanted to be a colonel. He'd had rather been the one receiving orders than the one making them, as his social anxiety in front of innumerable pairs of expectant eyes put pressure on him in the moment and made it near impossible to let a single word out.

He was not a natural born leader: he knew it, everyone knew it; but he kept his position solely due to his ruthlessness in action and his cold efficiency, as there was no one like him that could come close to imitating his behaviour.

Then, to say that he enjoyed the daily routine of life in the barracks was a stretch to say the least. The thrill of killing on missions and the primal adrenaline that took over his veins and clouded his senses could not be more of a contrast to this boredom and overwhelming isolation on base: of every day sitting in the same damned spot; of every day pretending to eat the same damned food; and, of every damned day being avoided by the other operators to be at a peace he was forced to accept, whether he liked it or not. What a miserable life to live.

The beans on his plate looked menacing, and he had the urge to crush each one individually until they'd stop sneering at him so, as being judged by off-brand beans was running his patience thin. Yet, he wouldn't do that, as everyone else would view him as not only a brute but a mentally unstable lunatic who was now using food scraps as an outlet for his temper; so, he resorted to just picking at the rations instead. His head was in his palm, and his gaze went elsewhere, his pale blue eyes drooping.

So engrossed in absentmindly pushing the beans on his tray with his fork and contemplating what went wrong with him that he did not hear the footsteps walking towards him.

You cleared your throat. "E-excuse me, sir, but can I sit here?"

König looked up, and saw a young recruit hovering over him with a small brown paper bag in their hands. Your face was one he hadn't seen before around here, and you weren't in the standard military uniform, so he assumed that you were perhaps a groundsperson of sorts.

Your ignorance of him was probably the only reason you dared approach him, as any other person would have avoided his table at all costs and gotten whiplash from how quickly they'd turn their head the other way. However, he was glad that he didn't intimidate everyone that encountered him, and was internally thanking you for giving him a chance. Some hope.

Feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinising stare, you tugged the collar of your t-shirt and struggle for words.

"S-sorry," you begun, sheepishly looking down at the floor. A rub of the neck and a shuffling of feet. "It's just... all of the other tables are crowded, and I don't know anyone here well. And yours—" You looked at him, shooting him a lopsided grin, "—yours is empty."

"I understand," he stated, before looking back down at the mush on his tray. "Not a problem."

You gulped, feeling like he was dismissing you, and beginning to regret approaching him. "Are you sure, sir? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Look at you, he thought, so thoughtful over his feelings. When was the last time anyone bothered to ask him how he felt, or treated him like a human being?

"Ja. I am sure."

Still standing, unsure as to how to interpret the tone of his statement, you shot him a shy smile and sat down at a reasonable distance from the man, beginning to unpack the contents of your bag.

König kept stealing glances of you from under his eyebrows, trying to be discreet. Although he actually was uncomfortable — not used to company in the slightest, especially with someone so polite and courteous — he was oddly drawn to you.

He was thankful that you were oblivious to his status around these parts, and he wanted to leave a decent first impression on you before you finally overheard the true rumours about him, and paid attention to how quiet the cafeteria had gotten now that you two were sat together.

The thing was, he didn't know where to begin.

Communication was not his strong suit. He mused over potential ways of starting a conversation, yet not only had he never been faced with a situation like this, the language barrier was ever so present. Perhaps if he could speak to you in German he'd be able to formulate his thoughts better, yet at the moment it felt like all his knowledge of English seemingly evaporated in an instant.

"You prepared well your breakfast," he stated plainly, angling for any kind of small talk. He internally cringed at the order of those words and how wrong that sentence sounded in his voice, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

An awkward smile. "—W-wow. Thank you, sir!"

König felt his chest tighten, but he didn't know why. 

"My first day on base I had the misfortune of being served breakfast," you continued, "so, from then on I decided right then and there "never again". The food—" you laughed weakly, "—sure is something."

"Du hast recht," agreed König. "I mean... You are right. If I had a dog, I never would feed it this— these... scraps."

You could sense König hungrily devouring your food with his eyes. Although he tried to be subtle, he was not good at going unnoticed. Really, stealing glances of this behemonth in front of you, you kind of pitied the man, especially when the next edible meal would be in precisely 5 hours. With his breakfast beaten and bruised into an unrecognisable pulp, it was definitely too late for him to consume.

Mourning your sandwiches, you silently bid them farewell and took a deep breath:

"Well, sir. I would assume that you're hungry."  You took out the contents from your bag and slid them in front of him, smiling meekly. "You can have my breakfast."

He looked down at your two sandwiches and his eyes visibly widened under his hood; four thick slices of sourdough bread, a generous slather of butter, cheese, rocket lettuce, and thinly sliced pieces of meat, topped with tomatoes, and most likely seasoned with spring onion and pepper.

They looked so appetising, and he felt his mouth salivate, yet he shook his head vehemently. "Nein! Ich sollte das nicht tun, nicht, wenn du dich so sehr bemüht hast!"

You tilted your head in confusion. König mentally facepalmed.

"I-I mean... you tried very hard, and it isn't right of me. They are yours."

You waved a dismissive hand. "Honestly, you need them more than me. Have them."

"Einer wird ausreichen," He shook his head again, and picked up one slowly. "One will be enough."

He reached over to take one and you looked at him expectantly, patiently waiting for him to take a bite and give you his thoughts, yet it hit you. He was wearing his mask. He probably wouldn't eat in front of you.

A cough. "S-sorry. I'll look away while you eat it. Tell me what you think about it."

König practically shoved the entire thing in his mouth the moment your back faced him and and started choking. He saw you turning back to assist, but he raised a weak hand to stop you.

Getting over his coughing fit, he could finally appreciate the freshness and the flavour of the sandwich. It tasted of... nostalgia. Like the sandwiches his Mama would make for him after school to reassure him and to take his mind off the day's events. He felt like a young boy again. When he closed his eyes, for a split-second he imagined he was in the kitchen with his mother chatting energetically, taking his plate and ruffling his hair when he had finished and feeding him another, insisting that he "was a growing boy".

"So köstlich..." he said, and was disappointed to see that the sandwich was gone from his hands, already eaten. "Mein gott, that was perfekt. A sandwich of the Gods."

You turned around and you were beaming so brightly that König swore he would need to shield his eyes from the sight.

"Thank you so much! You don't know how happy that makes me."

You looked at him, your smile unwavering. "Do you know what would make me happier?"

He gave you a blank look. "...No?"

"If you ate the other one," you said, and König's eyes widened comically. "Though, please, be careful. Sandwiches can sure be a choking hazard," you dared tease him, and was actually surprised when he let out a quiet chuckle.

After savouring his second sandwich, the two of you were quiet. Although the tension had evaporated, the silence was deafening, and you felt suffocated by the lack of conversation.

"Uhm... Sir. What is your name?" A hesitant start, your hands folded neatly in your lap. "If it isn't too much of a personal question, of course."

He deliberated for a few moments, before responding with a quiet "König."

"König," you repeated, making sure to pronounce it properly. Your eyes widened in realisation, and you smiled broadly. "That's King, in German, right? That's so funny, because I go by King!"

König froze up like a statue.

"Holy fucking shit, what are the chances?" You rambled, not realising how quiet König had become. "Honestly, what are we doing here? Where are our castles, our riches? Our chariots led by silver horses and our toilets made of 24 carat gold?"

König shrugged stiffly. "Blown up by a grenade, I suppose."

You looked at him, dumbfounded, then burst into laughter. Like, fits of giggles, too many of them and too strong for his unbelievably dry response. Maybe that's why you were laughing so hard.

Either way, König couldn't believe it at first.

It was so... beautiful. Almost angelic in a way, despite you holding yourself up with a palm on the table and unable to contain your pig-like snorts. He could get used to hearing you laugh more often.

And, just like that, he dropped his guard. Slowly, all of his stiffness melted, and he became more of his confident self, this trait only ever coming out when he was actively shooting.

The two of you spent the entire length of breakfast chatting, joking, and telling each other things about each other. Although König insisted that his English wasn't good, you assured him that you understood him just fine — if anything, his confused looks and furrowed eyebrows at idioms you used were adorably endearing, each time earning a sympathetic giggle from you.

At some point — and though he would've been ashamed to admit it — he tuned out the babbling that came out of your mouth as he admired your face, noting all of your features: the colour of your eyes and how they'd crinkle in happiness whenever you smiled; the way your hair flowed and framed your face; taking the time to count all of the freckles on your nose and committing the number to memory.

He'd only catch himself staring when you'd suddenly finish talking. "But what do I know, I'm kind of stupid if you ask me. It's a wonder I passed the tests to qualify for this job in the first place."

You locked eyes with him, interested in hearing what he had to say. "What do you think, König? I bet you know the answer!"

To which he'd quickly clear his throat and respond with, "Ich weiß nicht. I don't know. To be... frank, though that is strange for me to say when I am not "Frank"—" 

You struggled to struggle to contain your laughter, and quickly apologized as soon as you stopped shaking, before attempting to explain to this clueless Austrian man why it was used. König didn't feel demeaned by your explanation, though, as he thought that his blunders would be worth it every time if it meant hearing you laugh so sweetly.

To König's dismay, half an hour flew by in minutes, and it was time to part ways as you began your daily duties.

As the two of you stood up, you initially had realised that König was taller than the average man based off how his knees could barely fit under the table.

You sure as fuck did not expect to see this.

He towered over you, casting a shadow down below. You had to strain your neck to make eye contact with him, and a painful cramp was already forming.

"Ha—ha.... you're pretty, uh... big."

That statement had more than one connotation. Gott sei Dank für diese Maske, he thought. Thank God for this mask, otherwise you would have seen the blush from his neck up to his ears after his mind went to a place he hadn't thought it'd go, especially not with a person he had formally met not even an hour ago.

"Oh well, I can finally put those 4-inch combat boots in the bottom of my closet to good use," you laughed, playfully nudging what meant to be his shoulder but your height difference meant that you instead touched his pec. Not that you minded though.

With your arms behind your back, you shyly averted your gaze. "Well... It was nice to meet you, König."

"You too... King."

Furrowing of brows as you tilted your head. "How do you say it in German? "Auf Wiedersehen"?"

"Ja, das ist es."

"Well then, Auf Wiedersehen, big guy. I'll see you around!"

Big guy... In more ways than one...

God. König had to get a grip.

Yet, with the way he was looking at your backside and fantasizing about your next meeting, he already knew that not even Gott could help him.

...

Note: I HATE this fucking fanfiction WITH MY SOUL 🤬🤬. This fucking thing was NEARLY FINISHED and I was in the process of tweaking yet my phone decided to erase half of my progress !!!! 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

My phone 📵 and God 🤬 didn't want this fanfiction getting published yet guess what!!! 🖕🖕🖕🖕Fuck you!!!🖕🖕🖕 Ive gotten it out anyways🗣️ fucking shaved a decade off of my life trying to recovervthe opening part of this fic,,

,,,,literally why did I get punished for writing a very mild and unextreme fanfic 😭😭😭😭 like the first half was just in Königs perspective and Ur telling me that i can't do that?????

I mf get fucking crucified like Jesus  on the cross, only this time I sarcificed my sleep and sanity to not be ressurected again,, bitch I would have rather died if I had known tjis would happen ☠️☠️ I could have actually SLEPT?!! 🤬🛌

Never again writing fanfictiosn on my phone, I can't trust this evil technology!!  I'm gonna draft them with PEN and PAPER bitch!!!! Typewriter!!!!!!!! Chalk On Pavement™!!!!!!!!!!!! PERMANENT MARKER ON MY FOREHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...

If you read this rant of mine, I hope you have a lovely day/night, beautiful person. <33 (please wash your eyes after reading that,,I needed to release my anger somrjow don't judge me hhhhhhhHHHH—)

#aking10592_ ≛彡 #könig #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig modern warfare #konig #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig mwii #konig modern warfare #könig x reader #konig x reader #könig x fem reader #konig x female reader #könig x male reader #konig x male reader #könig x gn reader #konig x gn!reader #könig fanfiction #konig fanfiction #könig x king

[capseycartwright]

stay close, little brother

hen and maddie share a quiet moment of pride about their little brother at the buckley-han wedding.

ao3 link

Hen couldn’t help the mushy feeling she got in her stomach as she looked across the backyard at Buck. He was with Tommy, and nothing in particular was really happening, but the way they were standing so close together made her smile to herself.

Buck’s recent journey into the great big world of queerness had been a joy to watch, if she was honest. She would never forget the quiet way Buck had sidled up to her at the firehouse, a coy look on his face as he admitted he’d kissed someone and was going on date. The gender neutrality of it all had set Hen’s internal queer alarms off, but she’d waited for Buck to admit – shyly, but in a way so sugar sweet it had made her teeth ache – that he had kissed another man, and that he was bisexual, actually.

It's not that you had to have a crisis about your sexuality – it wasn’t a requirement, by any stretch of the imagination – but Hen had sort of (rightly, or wrongly) expected Buck to have at least a bit of a crisis about it. Buck couldn’t commit to changing his coffee order without having some sort of mid-level crisis about it, so sue her for thinking that something as great and big as his own sexuality might stir up a few confused feelings. But – Buck hadn’t had a crisis at all. He’d been calm, a look of genuine joy on his face as he’d said the word bisexual aloud, as he’d explained to Hen that the piece of himself that had been missing all of his life was this, his queerness, and he felt more like himself than he ever had before, and Hen had hugged him as hard as she possibly could.

She’d been proud then, but she was prouder now, watching as Buck smirked up (only slightly up – but it was cute, all the same) at whatever Tommy was saying, Tommy’s arm hooked around Buck’s waist. The Tommy of it all had been a surprise, she’d had to admit. It wasn’t as if she held a grudge, that Tommy hadn’t been out when he’d been at the 118 – the 118 she’d begun her career at was a very different place to the home it was now, after years under Bobby’s helm. Frankly, their captain had begun to collect LGBTQ firefighters like they were Pokémon, but that was a conversation for another day.

The point was – Tommy had grown into himself, in the years since he’d gone to Harbour, and his queer identity was a surprise, but a good surprise. Hen wasn’t sure she’d have ever put Buck, and Tommy, together, but now, watching them as they swayed at the edge of the makeshift dancefloor in Bobby and Athena’s backyard, she couldn’t help but smile. Buck was blushing, his ears red as he laughed at whatever Tommy said, a look of genuine delight on his face as they talked, their conversation too quiet to be heard over the music blaring tinnily from the stereo Bobby had set up – and Tommy, well, he had the sweetest look on his face. Hen was glad, as she watched, glad to know that Buck’s first queer experience would be with someone who looked at him so sweetly.

She worried about Buck, a lot of the time, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t worry (and worry often) about the romantic entanglements Buck found himself caught up in. But Tommy, he was sweet, and kind, and his years away from the way the 118 had clearly kept him in the closet had been good to him, and Hen knew that whatever happened, he’d be kind to Buck. You could tell, by the way he was looking so affectionately at Buck, their swaying turning into something that could be considered more like dancing.

His third date with Tommy and Buck was already dancing with the other man in a backyard full of his friends and family. That was brave, if you asked Hen.

“I recognise that look on your face,” Maddie huffed out, moving layers of material so she could sit next to Hen in her wedding dress. She looked beautiful – happiness was a good look on her friend. “Because I think that’s how I look right now too.”

The implication hung heavy in the air between them. Maddie had been out of Buck’s life for a long time – through no fault of her own, if you asked Hen – and in those years between Buck starting at the 118 and Maddie coming back, Hen had begun to play that more sisterly role in Buck’s life.

“I know that look too,” Maddie warned. “Don’t say what you’re about to say, Hen.”

“I’d never try to replace you,” the words were out, before Hen could heed the warning.

“I know,” Maddie reassured, giving Hen’s hand a squeeze as she looked across to where Buck was with Tommy. “But why have one big sister when he can have two, right?”

“Right,” Hen relaxed against the other woman. She’d never have imagined Maddie would become such an important part of her life, when she’d first met her – but she couldn’t have dreamed up a better fit for Chimney. It had been a privilege, to be a part of their big day – despite all that had gone wrong – and Hen had told Maddie as much earlier.

“I’d be lying if I said I was surprised, when he told me,” Maddie inclined her head slightly. “Not that I knew – but the way he always talked about feeling as though he was missing a part of himself, I don’t think that could ever be explained only by Daniel. It makes sense it was more.”

Hen nodded. She didn’t disagree. “I feel so proud of him,” she admitted. “It’s not easy, to come out and introduce the man you’re dating to everyone in a matter of weeks.”

“I’m proud of him too,” Maddie hummed, smiling brightly as she watched Buck press a kiss to Tommy’s cheek. “He’s the bravest person I know.”

“I think he’d probably say that about you,” Hen countered with a smile, frowning slightly as someone else caught her attention. Eddie was sitting in a corner, nursing a beer, a far-away look on his face as he watched on. It wasn’t jealousy, no – nor was it upset, or disgust. If Hen could put a word to it, it would be confusion.

“I think we probably share the same opinion on that, too,” Maddie whispered, glancing between Buck, and Eddie. The Buck and Eddie of it all was one of life’s great mysteries, Hen had long-since decided – she wasn’t going to get involved. They’d have to figure that one out themselves

Hen laughed. “I think we do,” she glanced back to Buck, who was closer than ever to Tommy, his arms slung around the other man’s neck, the music having slowed to something softer, sweeter, romantic. Hen should look for her own wife, really. “But for now…” she trailed off.

“For now,” Maddie hummed her agreement. “We can be proud of our little brother.”

Our. If Hen blinked back a tear or two at that, that was between her and Maddie Buckley-Han.

#911 on abc #evan buckley #hen wilson #maddie buckley #911fic #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic

[libraryofantiquitea]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧.

pairing: dick winters x lewis nixon

summary: upon returning to america, lewis watches the subtle changes in dick. He doesn't like them.

warnings: descriptions of sex, discussions of war, repressed feelings, alcoholism.

word count: 1.7k

author's notes: another fic that i wrote ever a decade ago and have posted over on ao3. apparently i struggled giving these two something resembling a happy ending.

likes / comments / reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading! ♥

For as long as he had known him, Dick had possessed a sort of grace that did not seem possible for anyone within the realm of reality. Lewis had originally noticed it while training at Toccoa, and was amazed that it continued on, even throughout the war and in combat; perhaps even more so amidst the firefights, the hails of bullets, the mortar shells, and the bloodshed. Having taken to stumbling drunkenly through Europe, as he did in life in so many more aspects than simply the act of putting one foot in front of the other, Lewis found himself amazed in the constant and the consistency of the grace that held its sway over Richard Winters.

It held on in dire moments of deafening noise where just one step to the right could perhaps end it all, and in the oddly quiet moments where war seemed that it just might be the furthest from his mind. Nixon recalled with stunning clarity instances when there was nothing beautiful, nothing poetic about the circumstances they had been thrust into. And yet, with a quiet elegance, there he was – unwavering and unrelenting. There were moments where he had been filthy, covered in dirt and the blood of men who he had known or not known at all. His eyes had been weary, yet bright, and what passed for a smile upon his lips was capable of lighting up the entirety of any room. A lot of the men looked up to him, admired him. Lewis was foolishly in love.

His fingers, nimble as his mannerisms, had gently coaxed Nixon out of his clothing one night in Austria, merely because he had gotten so blindingly drunk that he wasn’t capable of operating buttons. Lewis declared that he was fine and attempted to push Winters away, who told him in as serious a tone that he could manage that Lewis was pushing a coat rack and not him. Lewis allowed himself to be undressed, although he would have gladly burned his ODs then and not given a fuck for the rest of time. Dick stopped upon reaching Nixon’s undershirt and shorts, and Nixon told him not to. With grace and not a moment’s hesitation, Dick complied, and Lewis drunkenly pulled at Dick’s clothing until it wasn’t there anymore, attempting to kiss him properly but instead missing his lips by a few centimetres and kissing the corner of his mouth.

Skin on skin, warm and damp, indulging in the utterly delicious feeling that only came with his friend’s hips pressed nakedly against his own, Lewis gasped curses against Dick’s lips, while Dick whispered about sins and forgiveness. Nixon’s fingertips must have burned wherever they grazed Dick’s flesh, for the other man moaned as if he’d been injured every time he felt them. Dick seemed particularly fond of kissing, not at all minding the taste of alcohol and cigarettes that came with the territory when pressing one’s lips to Lewis’. Neither of them truly listened to the other, until they both lie on the uncomfortable twin bed, exhausted and completely spent. Dick said, “That can’t happen again.” Lewis replied with, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Lewis didn’t drink as much the following day.

Until the day that Nixon was sent home, he and Dick shared moments as they could get them, although it was never anything more than a fleeting glance or a momentary intertwining of fingers when no one was looking. Lewis returned to the States to inherit a broken home, divorce papers, and child support. When Dick’s services were finally no longer required in Europe, he returned to the States to inherit Lewis Nixon.

—

Nixon kept bottles around the house in various states – some were empty, had a shot or two left, while some were half full and half empty, or hadn’t even been opened yet. Dick tried to dispose of the empty ones as often as he could, but Lewis seemed to drink faster than he could keep up. He drank to keep the memories at bay, and leave them far away from his mind, back in places like Normandy, Eindhoven, and Landsberg where he had acquired them.

Despite earlier affirmations that what happened in Austria was not meant to happen again, and a bedroom which had become his own, Dick eventually found his way into Nixon’s bed after a month of lodging with him. The first few times it came in the middle of the night, like a child having awoken from a nightmare. Dick slipped under the covers of Lewis’ bed, didn’t ask if he could, simply did. Lewis would wrap an arm around him, pull him close, and Dick would finally fall asleep while listening to the persistent beating of Lewis’ heart. Then he stopped going to his own room, following Lewis up to bed instead when they eventually called it a night. On the fifth night of abandoning his bed for Lewis’, Dick let Lewis touch him, and he made him gasp and whimper as he had in Austria so many months previous.

With the exception of for grabbing a change of clothes, or keeping up appearances when the occasional guest (usually Lewis’ sister, Blanche) came over, Dick didn’t return to his bedroom.

—

It was in the way that he moved.

Grace found itself slowly removed from Dick’s existence, and Lewis struggled with the implications of that. He wondered if the fatigue of war, the weight that Dick had held upon his shoulders for so many years were finally picking at the already frayed edges. It was in the subtle way that he moved, in such a simple thing as walking. It was nowhere near the lumbering Lewis considered an appropriate way to get from Point A to Point B, but it was very much not the sort of way he’d become accustomed to Dick moving. His impenetrable grace was as much a part of him as his fiery red hair, which still remained as the grace slowly left.

All parts of Dick should remain intact, Lewis thought.

—

Dick lay in bed, Lewis beside him, fingertips gently tracing over scars that Dick never remembered how he obtained. His fingertips must not have burned, for Dick only sighed softly when Nixon’s touch grazed over raised, angry looking white and red marks embedded in his flesh. It had come with the territory, and Winters wasn’t certain if they’d ever go away, or if he would wear them as reminders until the day that he died. They hadn’t hurt, he would’ve remembered them if they had hurt.

Lips replaced fingers, and they must have burned, as Dick gasped and writhed beneath him, hands tangling in Nixon’s mop of dark hair that had grown past regulation length. Wet kisses moved down the length of Dick’s torso, stopping to take inventory of those scars of varying sizes. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Lewis’ lips reached their intended goal and he took his friend’s hardened cock into his mouth.

Dick had moaned, his body shifting constantly beneath Nixon, unable to keep still for more than second. He would push Lewis away, only to pull him back again, begging him to not stop, murmuring that he’d never felt anything so amazing.

After he was spent, Winters lay unmoving on his side, looking at Lewis who felt even more naked under the scrutiny of his friend’s green eyes. Determined to not look away, Lewis starred right back at him, challenging his friend’s gaze, willing him to say whatever it was that he was thinking. Finally sighing, Dick rolled over onto his back and shifted his eyes to look toward the ceiling.

“That can’t happen again.”

“Sure.”

It didn’t.

—

Lewis sat in his study, pretending to read as he drank because Dick said that it was awful that all of those books were never opened by him. He didn’t even bother with glasses anymore, he finished the bottles too quickly to justify it, and what was the sense in creating dirty dishes. It was far too late for him to still be awake, but Dick wasn’t in bed either, he could hear him moving around upstairs.

Leaving the bottle and the book, Nixon carefully made his way up the steps, following the light to Dick’s bedroom, to find him sitting on the edge of his bed. Standing in the doorway for a moment, Lewis watched him just sit there, wringing his hands together and alternating between starring at them and starring straight ahead. Finally having enough of the silence, Lewis moved into the room and carefully sat beside him on the bed. Dick didn’t acknowledge his presence.

“What is it?” Lewis finally asked.

“I don’t know,” Winters replied.

Lewis joined him in starring at his hands, pursing his lips together. Dick had held onto his allure through training, through their years spent in tents and in Europe, and Lewis recalled the instant when he began to see it leave.

It wasn’t being home in America that was destroying Dick Winters’ elegance – it was him. Lewis felt as though he had a hand in the killing of his best friend, and was completely at a loss for how to deal with the emotions that he found caught in his throat as he tried to speak. “Maybe you should sleep in here tonight.”

“Maybe.”

He did.

Lewis felt colder than he had ever felt in Bastogne.

—

In the morning, Lewis was alone in the house. He smoked a pack of cigarettes before noon, and drank a bottle of whiskey before two o’clock. For the entirety of the day, he sat in a chair and waited, save for when he was finally able to bring himself to look in Dick’s bedroom. He hadn’t brought many possessions with him, but the dresser drawers and closet were empty.

Lewis was alone in the house the following day as well, and the day after that, and the sickening pattern continued for months before he finally realized that Dick wasn’t coming home.

—

Eventually there was a letter, but Lewis didn’t read it, but he couldn’t bring himself to throw it out either. He kept it on the dresser in what had been Dick’s bedroom, because he couldn’t stand to even look at the envelope and Dick’s neat handwriting.

There was no one around to pick up the empty bottles anymore.

[/end.]

#band of brothers #band of brothers fic #band of brothers fanfiction #dick winters #lewis nixon #dick winters x lewis nixon #winters x nixon #winnix #dick winters fic #lewis nixon fic #writing #fic #antiquitea.fic

[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

"You love me." + Razlo and whoever

RAZLO. Fly I am sending missiles to your location (affectionate)

The suns had just barely set over the foothills when Razlo cracked open his third beer. He had the constitution of a bull worm, to hear Milly talk, and wouldn't feel buzzed until his fifth. It was fine. He wasn't in this for the booze, just the company.

The company was stretched out next to him, chucking stones up into the air and trying to knock them out with others. It was a silly, kiddie game, but it required a good eye to get as many hits as Razlo had noticed.

Nico had mellowed considerably in the intervening years since...well, since. Some things were still too hard to think about, and despite being the strongest bastard on this rock, Razlo didn't want to do any unnecessary heavy lifting. The three Hopeland boys had been through hell and come out the other side more or less intact. Sure, Nico went away in his head sometimes and Livio and Razlo were, well, Livio and Razlo, but they were alive. That's all that mattered.

"Today was a good day," Nico sighed. He'd even brought out a blanket to lay on, the softie. "M'glad we got to have fun."

Razlo snorted. "Heh, if y'call runnin' from wild stampedin' tomases 'fun'."

"Hell yeah!" The goofy grin on Nico's face made Razlo half tempted to dump his beer on him. Opting to save the beer, he noogied him instead. Nico grabbed his wrist and pulled him down into an arm bar. It was gentle enough that all it really accomplished was stretching out his shoulder.

"You're such a pain."

Nico kicked sand into Razlo's hair. "Love you, too."

He tensed. "What?"

"I said, 'love you, too,'" Nico repeated, louder and more enunciated because Razlo was missing an ear and firefights were not kind on hearing.

Razlo sat up. "Hell you talkin' about."

"Wha-" frowning, Nico sat, too. "Why're you actin' twitchy all of a sudden?"

"Why're you sayin' weird shit?"

Nico looked off into the middle distance the way he did when he was trying to puzzle something out. After several moments of silence he gave up, saying "Ain't got a clue what you're talkin' about, dude."

Razlo gulped down some of his beer and scowled. "All this 'love you' shit. S'weird."

He turned to see Nico blinking at him, brow furrowed in confusion. "The hell's weird about tellin' your brother you love him?"

Nico had shot him before and it had hurt less. He had to keep cool. The half full can exploded in his fist. Tactfully, Nico didn't say anything, just passed him another one. Razlo shotgunned it in a few short gulps. He smelled cigarette smoke, the awkwardness of the situation apparently affecting both of them.

"You love me, huh?"

"'Course I do. You're family." The way Nico said it, like it was an immutable fact - the suns rose, life hurt, he loved him - made it seem less impossible.

Razlo leaned back on his elbows, watching the moons rise. "You love me."

#trigun #personal notes #razlo the tri punisher of death #razlo the trip of death #nicholas d wolfwood #fly im in your HOUSE

[mytalemyworld]

Song Yan: I can guarantee I'll be good to you. I'll be good to you everyday. I'll never betray you nor neglect you. I'll try my best to create a better life for you. I can't guarantee if I am good enough to meet the requirements of you and your family. I know it's hard for you. I know if we're really being together, you'll have to suffer. I understand. But you have to stop coming into my life like this. Be together or never see each other. Make a decision.

This show give me all the angst I need. (For the fluff, I trust King The Land. But I am a hopeless case, seeking for something that can make my heart ache) And until this point it had been going very well even with some additions that don't happen in the source novel. I was okay with the changes because they suited the story and made the show more emotional.

But then...After this scene, I don't know why, they chose to go down a different path and lost the perfect opportunity to give us a deeper emotional aspect. We watched a bunch of filler episodes then they decided to go back to the source again but I felt like it wasn't a good pay-off for it. What a huge disappointment.

This scene was seriously good, don't get me wrong. It's one of my favorites both in the novel and the show. The extra shot to the boiling porridge was a nice detail. They tried to give many little things, the characters showed their vulnerability and mindset clearly...so a turning point very much for them and for the viewers. After this, I needed to see/watch the emotional turbulance, because this was implied before, no, not implied, said by the character himself.

"Some wounds, when I was young I took a hit, I was fine, and recovered quickly, but if it happens again at this age, it will be fatal."

The thing they didn't show in the show but happened in the novel is that her being silent here seriously ruined him. He became more depressed. The man who is a responsible firefighter got drunk for the first time after her silent rejection despite the fact that he might be called for an emergency mission at any time.

But he didn't blame her. He knew her so well and still defended her against his cousin. In the show this conversation between the cousins happened during a breakfast in a very normal way.

Sigh.

Zhai Miao: Didn't you say it would be better not to see each other? Then don't. Song Yan: But she came.

Also I don't know why they didn't show the importance of this line. It was a critical point to understand why he can forgive her despite everything she did.

As long as she comes back to him and shows what she feels, he is ready to take a step towards her. Because this is their dynamic. It started when she chose to go with her brother at the skate park. The next day she went to him and insisted that she would stay with him and he silently accepted her apology in the novel. The same scene was shown in the beginning of the episode but they didn't show what happened the next day part and we never got an explanation about how they were reconciled later. I mean, to me, this is so important to understand ML's mindset and feelings about her. They have had such a weird relationship from the very beginning and some scenes should be helpful not confusing.

End of the rant, I guess. I'll continue watching it, because like I said, they give me good kind of angst and the plot still has potential. Also I look forward to watching how my other favorite parts of the novel will be adapted.

#fireworks of my heart #cdrama #yang yang #wang churan #thoughts

[medusapelagia]

Second Chances Mixtape - Part 3/5 1985 (remastered)

My fic for @strangerthingsreversebigbang based on the beautiful art made by @maikaartwork

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Dustin stares at Wayne. “So? Do you know what day Eddie was talking about?” Wayne nods “Yeah. The twentieth of May, 1971.” “Are you sure? I mean, a long time has passed, you could be confused about the day and…” Wayne sighs “Yeah, I remember that day very well, there was a little fire at the plant and nobody was allowed to leave the area until the firefighters made sure that we were fine. When I got back home, Nora was crying and a policeman was yanking Eddie by the arm.” He takes a deep breath. “When you have a foster kid and you almost lost him, I can assure you, you remember that day really well.” Dustin blushes, lowering his eyes, while Steve puts a hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “That’s great news. We have to find a way to get back to May 1971 and get Eddie back.” “It doesn’t make sense,” Nancy interrupts, holding a book in her hands. “It says here that to get back in time, it would require a great amount of energy, if Vecna had that kind of power why didn’t he use it before?” “Well, maybe he needed to complete his ritual,” Dustin insists. “There was a great amount of energy that night! When Max died the ground split open! Did you forget that?” Wayne suddenly stands up. “The kid! Did she…” Nancy puts a hand on Wayne’s shoulder shaking her head. “She is in a coma, but she’s alive.” The man takes a big breath of relief while Nancy closes the book and looks at the others. “There are still things I don’t understand: why were the two Eddies swapped when we weren’t? I mean… we were in the Upside Down too,” she says, sitting on Steve’s coffee table. She bites her lips, a bad habit she’s always had and Steve feels the temptation to stop her and caress those swollen lips, but he can’t. He’s had his heart broken more than once, and he is not sure he will survive even more humiliation.

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[pleasanttaleswithkaityb]

Hi! I read avout your gameplay style and really like it! I would like to play rotationally more but I also like having chaotic new relationships happening with NPCs. So I wondered: do your sims only interact with the one you created and do you regularly delete the other NPCs? Also, I am curious about your mccc settings to be able to set up mine. 👀

Hi Joy!! This was the most time-consuming for me to figure out how to manage/manipulate in my game. I think the best way to start answering your question is to define the difference between "townies" and "NPCs" in my gameplay. Townies: These are families, couples, roommates, ts4 families, and, for me, the households from Strangetown and Veronaville. They usually have a backstory of some sort. I don't typically play these households; they're there for my sims to interact with, and if I develop more interest in the townie, I may add them to the rotation. Malcom Landgraab is a great example. He originally wasn’t in my rotation. Nina became pregnant with his son. Then via random autonomy Malcolm proposed to move in. So it naturally occurred for me to add him.

I will also age up the households if my sims have any relationship with someone. Similar to "age up my friends" from ts2. I particularly do this with my households from Veronaville and Strangetown. For example when I moved in Malcom I add a few days to his life span to make it make sense for about how many days have passed for my played sims. I found a mod for this! See below!!

Additional Examples: Kaylynn Langerak and Gordon King as townies. Popular townies from ts2. NPCs: These are sims who fill specific roles in the universe, and the game must have these NPCs worldwide. Bartenders, firefighters, nurses, doctors, maids, butlers, etc. For NPCs, I use simmaddness NPCs on the gallery to fill these roles. (See more information below.) I typically don't touch these households once they're in my game. Creators @anotherplumbob - anotherplumbob's amazing save file includes townies. However, not every world is populated. This is where I used simmaddness as a resource to help populate my world. If you use this save file and don't populate the world, you will have ATROCIOUS-looking NPCs because the game will auto-populate new sims to fill the required roles. (You can also use MCCC to help minimize that impact.)

@simmaddness - simmaddness makes AMAZING remakes of tons of the sims 4 households. AND as if that wasn't enough, they also have toooooons of NPCS already grouped and made for your game, so you can always keep track of which ones are in your game. (You'll need to turn off culling using MCCC so the game doesn't start going through and delete unplayed households.) You can find simmaddness creations on the gallery: simmaddness

Mods

MCCC - ofc! What will be the easiest for me is to make a separate post with all my settings. I'll also look into getting a sims share file account and upload my settings there so y'all can download my saved settings.

Home Regions by Kuttoe - I use this mod to help keep my worlds from being overcrowded. For example- I don't want the mascot or vampires showing up in Willowbrook. This mod allows me to control who shows up where- ESPECIALLY with NPCs/townies. In fact, I can tell which townies belong to what world, and they will STAY in that world. You can also allow the townies to show up bi-directionally. So, for example, in my game, all the occults can visit each other's world freely, but they can't just pop over to Willowbrook. I also use this mod to allow my sims from Pleasantview, Strangetown, and Veronaville to interact with each other and show up in the neighborhoods. Disclaimer: I haven't figured out how to work around this, but when I use simmaddness NPCs, they don't always appear in the right town. For example, I have three bartenders NPC. Those three NPC bartenders are supposed to be used for every bar in every world. That doesn't always happen, likely due to a setting in Home Regions because I need to tell the game to allow that NPC to show up in all worlds. So, definitely play around with the settings on this. It doesn't totally reduce the number of random sims generated for me, but it does curb it significantly. When a new NPC is created, I'll try and make a note of the sim name- or just into CAS and change their name to their assigned role, and eventually, I'll move them into my NPC household. (Example: I go to a bar, a new bartender is spawned, I will edit/make a note of the bartender, and later go into world manager and move them into the bartender NPC household.)

Townie Demographics by Kuttoe - This mod works with Home Regions. It helps keep each neighborhood feeling unique and has many other cool features. townieoverhaul_lessfame by Sims4Me - This one does what I described Kuttoe's mod does. I suspect you can use both together, but you can also use either. Kuttoe's mod gives you more control over assigning townies. Whereas this mod will just manage the NPCs automatically. You can achieve that with Kuttoe's mod, too. You'll just have to play around with the settings. Side note: you'll also need Get Famous to make it work Let Friends Age Up - LitteMsSam - This will allow you to age up friends of your played sims. For example, when I aged Beau to a teenager, I could also age up Button from Veronaville without going into the household! High School More Classmates by Aramitus - I use this high school mod to set which of my townies will spawn at the school and any of the NPCs: janitor, teachers, etc. I definitely recommend watching this YouTube video as a guide to setting up.

Disclaimer: Because of Home Regions, you'll have to play around with the settings and ensure the write NPCs have access to Copperdale. I still have difficulties getting everyone to show up, so I've given up getting it to work perfectly and got it good enough for me.

Aaaand that's how I do my townies and NPCs. It can definitely be a lot to set up. Honestly, I'm still figuring this out and tweaking my neighborhoods always. (With Home Region, click on the townie and specify where you want the sim.) So don't feel like you have to have all this perfect before you start playing.

#ask kaity b #sims 4 settings #how to #sims 4 rotational play #4t2 #updated #kaity b resources

[marinasmarvel]

Rough day | Station 19 fanfiction

Summary: When Vic is having a rough day and Travis is sick, Maya is there for her.

A/N: I miss Maya and Vic’s friendship so much, and this fic is the result of that.

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Vic sighs heavily, her head pounding and her body aching.

It’s been a rough day. Nothing in particular happened, besides her and Maya being unable to save someone during an earlier call.

It’s just her, Maya, and Jack at the station right now. The most recent call didn’t require the aid car, and Jack is on desk duty.

“Hey Hughes.”

Vic looks up from her spot on the couch to see Maya, coming in and sitting down next to her. There’s a soft smile present on her face, the smile she usually gets when Carina texts her.

But her smile dims slightly when she looks at Vic. The younger firefighter looks utterly exhausted, and overwhelmed.

“Are you alright, Vic?” Maya asks. That’s all it takes for Vic to break down, sobbing in Maya’s arms.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok Vic, I’m here. Just breathe, I’m right here with you, sweetheart. It’s alright.” Maya murmurs soothingly, rubbing Vic’s back and holding her tightly.

After a few minutes, Vic pulls back. Her face is stained with tears, and she sniffles. “I’m sorry.” She apologizes, but Maya shakes her head. “Hey, don’t be sorry for having feelings. What’s going on though?” Maya questions gently.

Vic shrugs. “It’s just been a rough day. Between that patient we couldn’t save and Travis being out sick, it’s just been so overwhelming. And I’m so tired.” She explains.

Maya nods in understanding. “I get that. Why don’t we go rest in my bunk? It’s been a pretty slow day for aid car. We can get some sleep. And I’ll be there for snuggles, if you want.” She offers. Vic nods. She can never say no to Maya’s cuddles.

Maya nods, wrapping an arm around Vic’s shoulder and guiding her to the locker room. They enter Maya’s bunk, where Maya turns on the small light sitting on her bedside table. Vic sits down on the bed, and Maya unbuttons her shirt, leaving her in just her SFD t shirt. She pulls off Vic’s boots and socks, giving her ankle a gentle squeeze.

Maya lays down on the bed, opening her arms and allowing Vic to curl into her chest. Vic sighs contentedly, her breathe tickling Maya’s collarbone.

Maya has always had a soft spot for Hughes. When she first joined the station, Maya showed her the ropes along with Travis. During her first fire, Maya was very impressed by her skills.

Despite her initial comments, she helped Maya and Carina greatly during their separation, reassuring Carina and endlessly teasing Maya for sleeping in the middle of shift.

Maya rubs her back gently, tickling it, which makes her giggle. “Try to get some shut eye, Vic. I’ll be here.” She murmurs, kissing Vic’s forehead.

“Love you, Mai.” Vic mumbles sleepily, burying her head into Maya’s neck.

Maya feels her heart grow with warmth.

“I love you too, Hughes.”

-

Andy jumps off the engine, a grin on her face. “Great work, 19! Get some rest!” She orders. She hears various murmurings, the team letting her know they understood.

She sheds her turnouts, before going in search of her girlfriend and best friend.

Her and Vic started dating six months ago. They informed Chief Ross, who was fine with it as long as Andy promised to never favor Vic or anything like that. They’re both incredibly happy with each other.

Andy searches for them, but doesn’t find them anywhere until she opens the door to Maya’s bunk.

And her heart positively melts into a puddle.

Maya and Vic are both asleep, cuddled close. Vic is resting her head on Maya’s chest, an arm slung over Maya’s stomach. Maya has arms protectively wrapped around Vic’s body, holding her close.

Andy shakes her head lovingly, shedding her shoes and climbing into the tiny bed with them.

She closes her eyes, feeling more content than ever.

Until the klaxon goes off five minutes later.

#station 19 #maya bishop #vic hughes #andy herrera #maya x vic #vandy #station 19 fanfiction

[sheetsonfire]

Team Severide

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Characters: Severide!Sister x Kelly Severide, Firehouse 51

Genre: drama, fluff

Warnings: fire, head injury, confined space, anxiety

Word Count: 8854

Requested by Anon: Hi 😊 as i love your imagines, i also dare to send one in. Maybe a Kelly Severide one where he and his sister had a great relationship earlier but meanwhile they barely talk or just fight. One day there's a huge fire at an office building and CFD gets called. Kelly then finds out his sis is in there and immediately searches her. She's unconscious and took some damage but at the Med he stays with her an later he promises her no more fights and that he'll be there for her like he was before. Hope that does not sound too weird 😅

A/N: I realised about halfway through this fic that Peter Mills would have been on Squad around this time, but I love Joe too much to take him out, so sorry Pete, but Joe's on Squad for this fic.

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You glanced at your phone for the 10th time in an hour, sighing when the screen had nothing to offer except a two-for-one offer on pizza, a weather alert and a reminder of an upcoming bill. You stayed looking at the wallpaper for a moment, it was a photo of you and your brother on your most recent camping trip with Matt Casey; a rare moment where the two firefighters could get the same furlough lined up. The three of you were bundled up beyond recognition in the cold snowy mountains of Colorado, but with the brightest smiles on your faces.

You sigh, putting your phone down, begrudgingly going back to what your computer screen was demanding of you. Being at work in the aftermath of an argument with Kelly was never fun, especially if he was on duty. It meant waiting almost two days before you could see him face to face and resolve whatever you’d fallen out over.

Falling out with him wasn’t at all usual, and when it did happen it happened in an explosive fashion, taking a while for the tension to dissipate. It was mostly about being too protective of each other, sometimes you found yourselves arguing over the family or decisions the other sibling was making - and though it was meant with love, it could sometimes be too much for the other.

Growing up in a household where your dad was either cheating, avoiding the family or drinking, and where your mom was trying her best to just stay afloat, often required you and Kelly to become your own two-person family unit. And you did, the both of you found comfort in that, always looking out for each other and encouraging each other.

This time around it had been you who had caused the problem, you had tried to tactfully suggest that Kelly be wary of his old flame, Renee. Renee had seemed okay enough until she didn’t. Suddenly returning to Chicago and bringing a pregnancy to Kelly’s doorstep was all a bit suspicious to you - the timing hadn’t added up at all, and after asking Shay a few questions about the logistics and whether it would be physically possible, you only grew more dubious. Feeling sure of your suspicion, you had broached the subject with your brother.

Objectively you knew Kelly would react exactly as he had, nobody likes to be told that they might be being made a fool of, but it still stung that Kelly got angry at you and seemingly protected Renee instead.

You then found yourself crying in your car in the parking lot outside his apartment, having left your brother standing in his kitchen simmering with anger, you were absolutely frustrated and hurt that he had so sharply dismissed your concerns.

Now you could only play the waiting game, using Shay as a feeler for whether things had cooled down or not. You were under no doubt that she probably gave Kelly a piece of her mind too, and probably could have handled whatever he threw back a lot better than you could sometimes.

Staring at an email for two minutes more before deciding you needed a quick coffee and fresh air break, you put your computer to its idling screen and stand, stretching in the process as you eye everybody else in their little units. Many were engrossed in whatever business they were attending to - or whatever leisurely activity they were secretly trying to get away with.

Making eye contact with one of your colleagues, your friend Maisie, you give her an exaggerated yawn and a mime of asking if she wanted another coffee - to which she nodded and put her hands together in prayer, silently thanking you. You held out your hand in a show of five, telling her you’d be five minutes as you headed towards the elevator to head to the cafeteria floor.

Blinking away the tiredness and rolling out the tension in your neck some more, you watch as the numbers tick down to the floor you had requested. Just as the elevator should have dinged on the cafeteria floor the car came to a sudden, groaning, halt. The motion wobbles you on your feet, forcing you to snatch out a hand to grab the handrail to steady yourself. Heart thundering wildly you tried to take a second, to process what had just happened.

In the quiet of your surprised panting breaths, the lights splutter on and off, you close your eyes willing the electrics to hold out as the elevator car still bounces slightly from the abrupt stopping of momentum. Then, it’s darkness. A red security light blinks on and leaves you in an ominous dark glow, barely able to make out the panel in front of you. Luckily, you had slipped on your coat before leaving your floor, which meant your phone was in one of the deep pockets. Fishing it out you illuminate the screen and then turn on the torch, shining it on the panel so you can make sure it is the emergency ‘call’ button you're pressing rapidly.

You press three, four, times and are met with a static-y silence, you groan in frustration. 

“Shouldn’t somebody be there to answer the damn thing?” You grumble to yourself, eyeing your phone and its “No signal” icon with disdain. That was your backup option out of the question.

Minutes go by and you don’t hear much of anything, only the ominous creaking groan of the metal box you were sealed in. Deciding to shed your jacket as you begin to feel quite warm in the confined space, wondering whether anybody knew of your predicament. How long would it be before Maisie questioned your absence?

As you gently fold your jacket over the handrail you jump out of your skin when you hear the blaring whine of the fire alarm, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Your heart pounds firmly against your chest, limbs tingling with anxiety.

Exhaling as your stomach flops wildly, “Shit.” 

You had discussed this kind of thing with your brother before, but it was one thing to hear about a scary scenario than actually find yourself in it. Alone. 

You take a second to gather your thoughts, gripping your phone tight as you try the call button again. And again. 

There’s static for a minute or so more, then someone speaks, it’s static-y still but a voice nevertheless. Even more surprising to you, there were literally 100s of firefighters that could have been on the other end, but the voice was someone you knew. 

“This is the Chicago Fire Department, do you know what floor you are on, is there anybody who needs medical attention?”

“Mouch? It’s Y/N Severide! I’m between the 9th and 6th floor, I’m not sure how far down I’ve got! I'm alone, uninjured, just ready to crap myself.”

“Y/N? Oh hell… Okay, it’s alright. We’re all here, you brother’s waiting for my info, I’ll tell him, alright? Just stay calm, I’ll be here the whole time. Just gimme a second.”

“O-okay, Mouch. I’m so glad it’s you.”

“Me too, kiddo. Me too.”

You could imagine poor Mouch's expression, perhaps even him making a panicked gesture of him telling you to hang tight as though you could see him. It gives you comfort to know that people who you considered to be family were there for you, the most reassuring thing however was knowing Kelly was literally the one coming to get you.

You stand pacing slightly back and forth, waiting to hear Mouch’s voice again. Or better yet the sound of Squad 3 trying to work through the opening and into the elevator itself. 

“Y/N, Mouch again. Squad 3 are on their way to you, don’t touch any of the elevator walls, the fire is coming up from the basement. I repeat, the heat is rising, keep away from any of the metal surfaces.”

“Okay, Mouch, copy that.” You try and even out your breathing, not wanting to psyche yourself up into a panic about the confined space or the evergrowing heat. You keep yourself dead centre standing on the rubberised floor, snatching your jacket back off of the handrail so you could use it for protection if needed.

[Outside the elevator shaft doors on the 8th Level] 

Kelly already knew there wasn’t anyone or anything stopping him from getting to you, the second he heard the address for the call his heart and stomach plummeted. On any given day he’d have had this reaction, but he felt the twinge in his gut even more considering how things had been left between you both.

Truck 81 and Engine 51 had remained further down to tackle the origin of the fire, some construction materials on the lower floors had been accidentally ignited. The older lining of the walls and the ceilings had acted as a tinder box, hurrying along the flames to some of the upper floors, with flames still attempting to rise.

Joe turned the drop key to open up the hoistway doors to reveal the shaft, all four men of Squad 3 winced at the blast of heat coming up from the shaft. Putting their SCBA’s on they suited up, Kelly was harnessed whilst Capp and Tony ensured he was securely held by the ram attached between the hoistway opening. Kelly starts with a preliminary look, immediately recognising that you had, in fact, got stuck between the 6th and 7th floor. He attaches a C-collar to his belt, a precaution he felt compelled to take as the fire continued to climb.

Joe radios Mouch, “Mouch, we got eyes on the car, we’re lowering down from the 8th to the 7th, Severide is on his way down to Y/N.”

“Copy that, Joe. I’ve got eyes on the others, the fire is coming up on the 5th, and the East stairwell is still free for you to exit.” 

“Got it, Mouch. We’ll let you know when we got her.”

“Copy.”

The radio crackles into silence, Kelly turns his back to the elevator shaft so he can begin repelling down to you, slow steady pushes of his boots against the walls as he eases himself down towards the top of the car.

With every push it gets darker, only the light on his helmet to guide his way, the smoke had begun to reach up past the elevator car now, shrouding the shaft in thick smoke. He knew he had to get to you fast, there was only a certain amount of ventilation and, therefore, oxygen available to you. Kelly would never let fear cloud his focus on his work, but the sense of urgency only thrummed stronger knowing it was his little sister in there.

[Back in the elevator]

"Y/N, Kelly can see you, he's coming, sweetheart. How you holding up?" Mouch is back, and you feel tears sting at your eyes, you had been doing your best to remain stoic in the face of danger, but hearing Mouch connected you back to your reality.

"I-I'm okay, just getting uh, it's getting smoky, Mouch. I'm... worried."

Scared.

You knew that by all standards your rescue was actually going quite quickly when the alternate option was being left to suffocate, yet that still didn’t stop the anxiety from seeping into your veins, the adrenaline pulsed wildly through you as the smoke began to push in thicker bursts through the vents of the elevator car.

"I know, it's gonna get tough in there, kiddo. But he's almost there, you just hang on, I'll be right here."

"Thanks, Mouch." You say it so quietly you're surprised when you even get a response.

"No need to thank me, Y/N. Just keep low, keep covered, let your brother do the work until he can instruct you."

"Will do." You coughed, the smoke was invading your breathing comfort now. At first, a few splutters, until it turns into a more steady rhythm of your body rejecting the foul air.

It had been drilled into your brain that you should never try and climb through the elevator hatch by yourself, and besides, it was unlikely you would be able to reach if you wanted to, but as the acrid smog continued to fill the confined space your brain was fighting against the urge to try and climb up and out anyway. 

You were staying low to the ground with your jacket shielding your head and face, but the more you tried to recover your breathing the worse it got. Each inhale seemed to add weight inside your rib cage, lungs starting to burn as you could actually hear the roar of the fire beginning to eat the materials below your elevator car. 

Loud, shuddering, clunks were coming from beneath and you started to feel the car vibrate, a high-pitched whipping sound could be heard and suddenly you were tilting violently to the right, the outer wall of the car hitting the inner wall of the shaft itself. 

The momentum catches you off guard, sending you sliding into the side of the hot metal head first, almost bouncing off as you fall back and to your side, unconscious. 

The sound of Mouch's frantic calls out to you and the sound of urgent radio chatter above your head are oblivious to you, blood drips from the gash in your head, your face covered in the blackness of the smoke.

You don't move.

[On top of the elevator car]

Kelly had been brought to a swift stop by Joe and Tony up above, the all-too-familiar sound of one of the elevator car’s support cables snapping had your brother’s team, rightly so, fearing for their lieutenant’s life. Once the commotion had died down Kelly was left gripping to a beam trying to recollect his thoughts, looking down at the car now listing to one side with you inside it.

“Severide!” Joe’s voice hollered across the radiowaves, concerned for your brother's wellbeing. 

Kelly exhales sharply, pushing his feet back up against the sides of the shaft, ready to keep repelling. “I’m fine, I’m still secure, no signs of further deterioration. Come on, we’re running out of time, keep me going!” 

Without resistance or protestation, Joe and Tony kept lowering Kelly to you, slowing down as his feet came into contact with the top, in the background Capp could be heard relaying information to Chief Boden.

Once he had got his bearings, Kelly gave the signal that he was securely on board the car. The rest of the Squad guys at the top waited with bated breath as Kelly set to work on opening the elevator hatch.

The sight that greeted your brother was hazy but still distinguishable, your prone form lay still in the layer of smoke that hung over you, his eyes change from worry to focus, keying his radio immediately. 

“Capp, how much longer have we got?”

“Chief says 7 minutes, Severide, no more no less.”

Kelly doesn’t acknowledge that particular information, simply using the time he has to order that a stokes basket be lowered and that Joe also come down to assist. 

“The car and the remaining cables can hold us both, Cruz, but we gotta move quick, she’s not conscious, possible head and spinal injury, we need to secure her and get the hell out of here.”

“Copy that, Severide. On my way with the stokes basket.” Kelly takes calming breaths inside his mask, focusing on the next task, instantly leaving Joe who's lowering from behind, as he climbs into the elevator to get to you.

Touching his boots to the elevator floor he feels the surface protest under his weight, which he promptly disregards as he moves down low to assess you. Taking a glove off he feels for your pulse, utterly relieved when he feels it there, sluggish but there.

Unhooking the C-collar from his belt he secures you in it, at least reassuring himself he was working towards your rescue as he waits for Joe and the basket.

With a firm rub of the heel of his hand against your sternum, he calls your name, imploring you to respond to the stimuli. He’s met with stillness, the gash is oozing slowly now, highlighting a swollen lump at the side of your head. It’s a sight that releases queasiness into his gut, another emotion to be ignored, knowing he had no room for familial concern right now.

There’s a thunk above Kelly’s head, moments later the front end of the stokes basket appears as Joe lowers it in. The elevator continues to growl at the added weight, Kelly could do nothing but pray the flames didn’t take any more of the cables until the three of you were free. 

Kelly slides the basket next to you, rolling you onto the basket as he instantly begins securing the various straps into their crisscrossed positions, he had to make absolutely certain you were secure before being lifted up and out of the confined space. 

“I got you, kiddo. I’m here, I love you and I’m sorry, so please hold on for me so you can chew me out for being a defensive asshole.” He murmurs as he works, hands moving on autopilot as Joe gives him a 3-minute warning.

The final knots are tired and your feet are secured, chest strapped and thighs banded across, neck and head fixed into place. Satisfied you wouldn’t be going anywhere Kelly starts to tilt the basket with you in it, leaning it up and vertical so that Joe can start to guide you to be lifted towards Capp and Tony.

Watching you disappear through the hatch, Kelly moves underneath it to grab onto Joe’s hands, the winch could have lifted Kelly alone but time was of the essence and it was faster for Joe to at least hoist him out of the dangerous metal box threatening to free fall at any moment.

Joe and Kelly stand in anticipation as they watch you in the basket rise up the two floors to Capp and Tony and witness the two men carefully pulling you into the open hoistway space and into the building. 

It’s Capp over the radio, “Severide, Cruz… 81 came to get Y/N, time for us to go, are you secure?”

“We’re secure, Capp. Bring us up!”

The winch seems to take forever, and Kelly mentally notes that he and Joe will have to move with a rocket up their ass lest they get themselves into a pickle. Hearing the raucous sounds of materials perishing to the ferociousness of the flames below. Kelly is itching to get onto solid ground and get outside to you as soon as possible.

In true Squad 3 fashion it's just about the time Tony and Capp pull your brother and Cruz into the main part of the building that they hear several ear-splitting whips and cracks of the other cables snapping under the pressure of the flames; the four men disconnect their harnasses and push each other forward and out of the way of any stray flying cables, stumbling forward as they head towards the exit stairwell.

-

Kelly can start to hear the Chief over his radio as he descends to freedom, he had already known they were working on borrowed time and if it weren’t for him worrying for his fellow Squad members, he wouldn’t have worried at all - knowing you were safe would have been enough.

Ensuring Tony, Capp and Joe were out Kelly follows suit, blinking into the sunlight as he practically rips off his mask, he eyes Chief with an apologetic look, the older man simply holds up a hand, as if to say “I know.”

Kelly’s eyes are frantically looking around for the Ambo that had you, and Boden whistles, nodding in the direction of Ambo 61 where Gabby and Shay were by your side, seeing to your injuries.

Your brother takes off, shedding his jacket and handing it to Casey who is standing in wait for him. Kelly looks from your sooty face beneath the oxygen mask where Gabby is squeezing the bag, to Shay, then to Casey and then back to you again.

It's Gabby who speaks up first, eyes focused on you but relaying the details, "She's stable, Kelly. Just took in too much smoke and got a pretty nasty knock to the head. We're gonna get her to Med, they'll probably keep her overnight, maybe more depending on the tests and scans."

"She'll be alright, Kel. She's a fighter like her annoying big brother." Shay wraps an arm around him, and Kelly lets out a choked laugh, his eyes filling with tears. He could have lost you in so many different ways today, and it would have all been left with you thinking he was mad at you.

"Case, you got her out?" Kelly asks,

Matt nods, "Of course, Sev. Couldn't let you Squad guys do all the work, you already complain enough as it is." Matt grins, brushing off the grateful look Kelly was giving him. It was nothing to come and get you, it was their job and you were like a sibling to all of them as well.

Kelly moves forward, wrapping Matt in a squeezing hug, feeling his fellow Lieutenant pat his back.

"Hey, go on, I got this-" Matt holds up Kelly's turnout coat. "You go with them to Med, we'll be there in a bit."

Kelly nods, "Thanks, man. Really." Matt simply shoos him away with a smile, leaning forward to give your leg a squeeze.

"Wake up for us, kiddo."

Gabby nods at Shay who helps get you into the back of the vehicle, Kelly climbs in after you and Gabby, being sure to stay out of the way. The doors slamming shut almost make him jump, the anxiety returning as he watches Gabby continue to supply your oxygen.

Shay starts the Ambo and with blaring sirens, they're carrying you to Med.

-

Kelly was made to wait in the family room for a good few hours whilst you had tests done both for your head injury and the smoke inhalation. Will Halstead had come back periodically to personally reassure your brother that what he had seen so far was promising, but they would be keeping you for a few days to make sure nothing more sinister developed.

In that time the rest of the firehouse had been and gone once they knew you were most likely out of the woods, with many of them promising to come back tomorrow to check in with the Severide siblings.

Now, Kelly sits by your bed, waiting for you to wake up again. You had regained consciousness not long into your arrival at Med, but you had already been whisked off for scans by that point. Your current sleeping state was just that, sleeping, given that your ordeal had been quite the draining afternoon.

Your big brother runs a hand through your hair, simply watching you like a hawk as if you’d disappear right in front of him.

Lost in thought and guilt about your argument he doesn’t even realise your eyes are now half-open, drowsy but coming back to reality.

“Are you staring at me, weirdo?” You croak, even half-awake you have the ability to tease your brother, and it makes him scoff with laughter immediately, relieved butterflies tumbling in his stomach. 

“I gotta make sure you don’t go off and get yourself stuck again.” He poked back, smiling brightly now. “God, I’m so glad you’re okay, sunshine.”

Your own heart hammered at the mention of being “stuck”, the darkness, the smoke, the closing in of metal walls, and the loud creaks, groans and clunks flashed across your mind. Kelly saw your expression darken and leaned forward, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“Hey, it’s alright, kiddo. You’re safe now, you’re gonna be alright.”

Your eyes close, taking a breath as you squeeze Kelly’s hand back in return, he had always been good at helping you with panic attacks and general anxiety. 

“Take it slow, okay? Deep breath in…1, 2, 3… deep breath out.” He encourages you, giving you a moment when the breathing invokes a few deep hacks of coughing from you. He keeps a steadying hand on you, gently offering you a cup of water to sip at after the hacking subsides. You lick your lips, smiling thankfully. 

“I’m so glad it was you, Kel. I’m glad it was 51.” You sigh, keeping your breathing as steady as possible, feeling a little better as Kelly rubs your back, just as he would when you’d had a nightmare as a kid.

“Me too, Y/N. I can’t even begin to think… the way I left things the other day…” Kelly’s face is pained, you can tell he feels supremely guilty about what happened. 

Your expression softens, given everything that had gone down, you were simply relieved to have a life and a brother still. “Kelly, it’s okay, I get it-”

“No, it isn’t. You were right, Y/N. I confronted Renee, and she spilt the truth. You and Shay were right, and I was an asshole to think you had anything other than my best interests at heart.” He cups your cheek, knocking his forehead with yours.

“We’re a team, you and me, kid. I trust you with anything, and I should have trusted you with that.”

Silent tears escape you now, feeling so relieved that he wasn’t mad and that you didn’t have this tension between each other anymore. 

“Team Severide, woo woo.” You whisper with a smile, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck as you tuck your face into his shoulder. He holds you close, sighing, chuckling quietly too.

“Team Severide is right, kid.” You leaned back, grinning tiredly at your brother, you should have been annoyed that you were literally a grown adult and he still called you “kid” or “kiddo”, but really it never bothered you, it made you feel safe and connected to him like you always had been. 

“So, does this mean I can have a sibling servant for a few days whilst I recuperate?” You ask with a picture of innocence on your face. 

Kelly rolls his eyes but nods, still smiling, “Sure does, Chief has already cleared a few days for me, so make the most of this rare occurrence.” 

You snort, squeezing your brother’s arm with a mischievous look, patting his face in a playful slap. “Oh, I will, brother. I will.” 

-

Fin.

#kelly severide x reader #one chicago #chicago fire #severide!sibling

[flutter2deceive]

Started typing this in the tags of another post but i had more thoughts than i thought and ran out of tags lmao so here's its own post

one of the disconnects of melissa and joe's marriage is melissa wanting to chime in when he talks about work cuz he's living her childhood dream and that's so cool! and joe just brushes her off like 'nah that's not how it works babe... hey grab me a beer while you're in the kitchen.' end of discussion.

and yeah he's probably partially coming from a place of not wanting to rehash his workday cuz it's tough and sometimes really depressing, but he doesn't communicate that; he just scoffs at his silly little wife thinking she knows anything about firefighting. and her face falls a little more each time, until eventually she just stops trying. until eventually she starts to forget that it was even her dream to begin with.

which is probably for the best anyway. it's what her ma always hoped for at least, always pitching a fit about how it's not safe and you should want a big strong man protecting you. 'not running headlong into danger yourself! i swear melissa ann i don't know where you get these crazy ideas'

and then one day this woman comes into school for career day, standing in the hallway decked out in all the gear, hat tucked under her arm and she looks like she might be lost. and melissa thinks 'wow good on her for following through!' melissa thinks 'wow i wish i coulda done that!' melissa thinks 'wow she's... gorgeous!'

and by now this woman has clearly noticed the fiery-haired white lady staring at her with a somewhat dreamy look on her face. (she knows this look well; knows the effect this whole get-up has on certain women.) so she walks over and melissa is startled out of her thoughts now that the object of them is standing in front of her.

melissa offers to walk her down to the cafeteria when she says that's her destination. the music teacher is in with her kids for the next half hour and melissa has some time to kill, so she sticks around and watches this woman- this firefighter's- presentation. and she's instantly transported back to her own childhood, when she'd sit cross-legged on her nonna's living room floor, rapt with wonder as nonna's friend carla spoke of the massive fire she'd helped put out, the kitten she'd saved, the baby she'd placed safely back into its mother's arms.

melissa is just as caught up now listening to this woman- this firefighter- talk to the kids in the cafeteria. melissa could listen to her talk for hours, but there's some guy up there now talking about his accounting firm and oh would you look at the time. melissa stands up quietly and is almost out the door when she feels a hand on her sleeve. she turns around expecting to be called out on leaving in the middle of a presentation- which she wasn't required to be at anyway so she can leave whenever she wants thank you very m--

she already has the response on the tip of her tongue, but she instantly relaxes when she sees that it's her firefighter. or the firefighter, rather. her firefighter is another story, one who is not often associated with instantly relaxing.

"hey, i just wanted to say thanks for the escort."

melissa smiles, says "no problem." she doesn't continue out the door, and the firefighter doesn't move to sit back down. they stand in the back of the room for a few more moments before melissa inclines her head toward the hallway, and the firefighter follows.

as she walks her back to the front office, melissa mentions how she used to dream about being a firefighter. the other woman- aisha, as she'd learned- extends an offer for her to stop by the station any time she wants.

"i can return the favor and be your personal escort."

the offer is not accompanied by a sly wink, but it may as well have been because melissa senses it all the same, a blush heating her cheeks.

the two women exchange numbers, and the following weekend melissa shows up to the fire station (thankfully a different part of town than joe's- she checked to be sure) with a baked ziti and a childlike wonder. aisha meets her at the door, smile warm and welcoming, and melissa feels a fire stirring within her. and she knows exactly who she wants to tend to it.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #rambling in the tags #that turned into a kinda fic lol #and yes i was picturing hen from 911 so i named the firefighter after her actress lol

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"I can hardly believe a place like this actually exists. I don’t even feel the urge to clean." - Codsworth

Hello.

This is </null>. They woke up one day in a strange white place with a man in a lab coat and a child. Then they found themselves awake in a place called home. The robot knew them. They had memories of the place. The robot is very nice. It knew the spouse and child. They love the spouse and child. The memories know. The robot knows, too.

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Hello.

First off: this is my Survival playthrough I have going on concurrently to my Sizzel game. Sizzel has about 2 days on it, so sometimes I step away. Plus I was monumentally let down when I tried to go rogue on the landing of the Overboss' dorm room or whatever it's called. Did you know no one gets hostile... unless you shoot Gage? I hate this game sometimes.

Second: I play my Survival save in black and white. I think of it as a much more engaging and dramatic experience.

Now. Let's talk about one of my favorite things to talk about: the number of heavy-handed changes I've made to the game mechanics to play exactly the way I wanted to.

I've made it so that the damage values across the game are increased extremely high, and that both the damage ideal and the damage deal to me are multiplied by 4. That has seemed to lead to a nice balance where attacks take a reasonably realistic number of hits to take someone down, usually in the one range. I also downloaded a mod that I need to remember the name of, next time I open the thing I'll try and take a look, but it completely rebalances headshots so that they are always lethal so long as the caliber of the weapon is proportionally powerful enough for the size of the creature.

So as you can imagine, any firefight I get engaged in is a really short fast tussle, and leads to some absolutely ridiculously engaging moments. Cracking off with a pipe and watching a super mutant slowly fall backwards, only to sprint in the other direction out of fear as several hounds sprint towards me. I use the same cocktail of mods for my non-survival playthrough as well, but on the survival difficulty the lack of fast travel and the additional impact of body health simulation systems lends itself to the hyperlethal game mode I've cultivated. I also downloaded Bastion, a mod that rebalances power armor, but I haven't really used any yet, so I'm waiting to review. I'm excited because it makes it so all damage taken is zero until the air breaks, then whatever area broke off becomes a weak point.

Additional mods I would love to get: I watched a video where somebody said that on survival difficulty you should be able to fast travel from a settlement to another settlement that is connected by a supply route. I thought that was brilliant, and I agree. Crafting: way more recipes, way better interface. I've finally drained all the affection I have for the default HUD, but FallHUD requires compatibility patches, and I don't even know any other mods.

Also, I know there's a voice pitch modulator mod: I'd love if Sizzel and </null> sounded different.

Oh </null> has no name because they're a synth and Father is a quack, so the value in their brain for name is empty. Hence... </null>.

In my heart both characters exist in the same game, but alas, nobody cares, and so, I can't.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout mods #fallout original character #fo4 #screen archery #corvega assembly plant #codsworth #monochrome #virtual photography

[shadowqueen402]

Balan Wonderworld TV Show Summaries (Season 2)

Here are the summaries for Season 2. Hope you all like these!

That's Gotta Sting!: Lance's new Scorpion-based Negati turns out to have a mean sting when it suddenly attacks Haoyu.

Cold As Ice: Iben suddenly comes down with a strange illness that causes her to slowly turn to ice. Can the others find a way to cure her before it's too late?

Lance The Babysitter: Because of Balan's busy schedule, Lance has to look after Leo, Emma, Yuri, Haoyu, and Cass. What could possibly go wrong?

Missing Masterpiece: One of Lucy's artworks suddenly goes missing. Will she be able to find in time for the exhibition to open up?

Who Did It?: Someone had broken something of Balan's… and everyone is a suspect!

Reala And The Mask: Reala finds a strange mask that would grant him intimidating abilities to achieve his goals… Little does he know that the mask has its own intentions…

Hairy Situation: No matter how much Balan brushes them, the Tims keep on shedding hair everywhere. Surely, there's an explanation for this, right?

Fury Of The Firefighter: When Sana reveals that someone tried to hurt her, Eis decides that he wants to give this perpetrator a piece of his mind.

Laundry Day: What starts out as a peaceful day to wash clothes suddenly turns into one of silly fights and complaints after the clothes get mixed up.

No Visitors Allowed!: Balan makes it crystal clear to Leo, Emma, and the Inhabitants that only one location in Wonderworld is off-limits. What could Balan possibly be hiding?

I Have No Ide-ya: During her visit to the Night Dimension, Emma loses all of her Ideya. With the help of NiGHTS, she must retrieve them all before Wizeman gets his hands on them.

A Scent In Need Is A Scent Indeed: A new perfume is recently released. But the moment ladies apply this scent on, their personalities drastically change. Can the group find out what's actually happening?

Leo And The Money Heist: Rumors of a planned money heist have been spreading around Leo's neighborhood. Leo doesn't believe it one bit…until he finds a suitcase full of money that belongs to the bank…

It Takes A Lullaby To Defeat A Nightmaren: NiGHTS discusses with the group about her idea on stopping Reala, one that requires using a lullaby. Will their plan actually work?

May The Best Singer Win: When Haoyu drinks a potion that gives him incredible singing ability, he soon finds himself having tough competition with jealous singers.

Wizeman's "Perfect" Date: Wizeman reluctantly tries his hand at dating a dream goddess. Things don't go well as not only do their personalities clash, but the goddess becomes motherly towards his Nightmarens.

I Accidentally Shrunk The Maestros!: Cal's attempt of performing a magic spell goes awry as he accidentally shrinks the maestros to the size of action figures. Can the group find a way to reverse the spell?

Dear Diary: Iben's diary suddenly goes missing. Will she be able to find it before someone reads her personal thoughts?

NiGHTS's Day Out: NiGHTS decides to go explore the Waking World. But a certain Nightmaren General has something to say about it.

(Not) Feline Friendly: Cass's new pet sitter doesn't seem so fond of cats. And it's quite obvious that her cat doesn't like the pet sitter…

Beneath The Surface: Fiona is strangely forbidden from swimming in a certain ocean all because it's "dangerous". Surely, nothing's lurking there, right?

(Don't) Let It Grow!: Jose discovers strange seeds in his farm and decides to plant them. Unaware of the fact that Balan got rid of them for a good reason…

What do you guys think of these?

#balan wonderworld #nights sega #crossover

[stigmvtas]

TALES OF HOLLOWAY — ASTER DAHLIA.

welcome to marina, ASTER HOLLOWAY ( nonbinary, they/them ) ! they are a TWENTY EIGHT year old WITCH (CRADLE) who resides in TOWER HILL. They work as a BOTANIST / MAGIC DEALER and are said to look a lot like LIV HEWSON. People around the island find them to be SAGACIOUS and MAVERICK, but also DOMINEERING and SPLENETIC. what do you think?

CONTENT WARNING FOR WILDFIRES, PARENTAL/FAMILIAL DEATH, GRIEF, ILLNESS, AND (MAGIC) ADDICTION.

profile.

full name — aster dahlia holloway.

nickname(s) — n/a; no nickname required - is anti nickname & will not respond to anything other than their own name.

date of birth & age — april 1st, 1996. twenty8.

gender / pronouns — nonbinary. they/them.

sexuality — gay<3.

typing — witch ( cradle ).

occupation — botanist, potioneer, & underground dealer of plants both of magical and poisonous properties. owner of narcissus' den under pseudonym of same name. opium harvester. girl fucker.

astrology — aries sun, virgo moon, capricorn ascending.

interests — plants of all nature. potion crafting. sudden strokes of genius. finance books and keeping a tight grip over what is theirs. revenge, vengeance, retribution, spite, etc.

aversions — cops. cop - adjacents. "i can fix them" motherfuckers. overfamiliarity in intimate moments. industrialists. fleeting moments of doubt and a guilty conscious.

next in queue — officer that's not mine! by sorry mom; the scratch by 7 year bitch; moaning lisa smile by wolf alice.

notable features — a full - freckled face and a permanently set frown. wiry red hair that's possibly never been brushed. toned arms and skin littered with miscellaneous scars.

general disposition — a held high head that screams insane levels of arrogance, sneers instead of smiles.

last known location — up and personal with a burlesque dancer from pearl's in the alleyway outside their dressing room, mouths red and hands firmly gripped along thigh - aka being a slut.

scrying mirror & kindred — billy butcher ( the boys ), dr. gregory house ( house, md ), steven hyde ( that 70's show ), ruth langmore ( ozark ), april ludgate ( parks & recreation ).

brief history.

born to dahlia verbeck, a local botanist, wildlife conservationist, and volunteer firefighter who was very known in marina's environmentalist scene alongside her twin brother, darius. the two were a team together, witches and scientists who sought to preserve marina's flora and fauna from the destruction of their environment.

aster's father was rarely in the picture - dahlia married at 19 to a man near twice her age, a local cop who never understood dahlia or her passions and left once he realized that there was no controlling her, or their child - who'd grown up to become a splitting image of dahlia.

they never minded maverick, their father, being absent - dahlia was enough of a parent to fill in the "gaps" and aster never wanted anything more except to follow in their mother's footsteps - she'd always been their idol, the one person they could look up to.

wildfire / parental / familial death; when aster was 12, dahlia and darius embarked on a trip into marina's woodlands to observe local flora, collect samples, and conduct a few of their own experiments when seemingly out of nowhere - a wildfire broke out. it took four days and the entire fire department to stop the fire before it spread - and no sign of dahlia or darius except for his wedding ring, and the burnt remnants of their campsite.

maverick took no interest in taking in aster after that - consumed in his own grief despite the abandonment - and darius' wife took aster in instead. she, elaine, convinced she could not grieve under these circumstances - took aster and her daughter, myra, and moved to california. as far away as she could think to take them - away from all the pain of the past.

she tried to occupy their time with the same extracurriculars and hobbies that she had put myra in since early childhood - but aster wasn't graceful like their cousin; and they clashed time after time again.

aster ran away when they were seventeen - after years of tension and arguments, and feeling more isolated and alone than ever. myra could adapt to the situation - could adapt to anything life threw at her, but aster missed home. missed their mother. missed marina.

upon arriving to marina for the first time in years - aster was broke, a high school drop out, and fending for themselves with nowhere to go when they met mother aveira, the coven mother of lune di ecate. she lured aster in with promise of power - of retribution and strength, and aster listened to every word. passed every trial - saddled themselves right besides mother aveira and would've followed her every word.

but it wasn't what it seemed - the coven; and with the more power aster gained, the more energy they felt seeping out of them. the sicker they felt - drained at the expense of the magic flowing through their veins. an argument ensued - and aster broke their contract with hecate - or was it mother aveira? - and left the coven after five years.

now - after years of working under questionable figure to questionable figure and doing anything in their power to find strength of their own - aster's made a career and name for themselves in a few ways. involving a secret "underground" greenhouse, potions and poisons, and their own lucrative drug business. but they're still mad - still angry. still looking for answers.

facts & temperaments.

a cradle witch - aster was born into a long bloodline of witches: the verbecks. like their mother, aster's magic focuses on organic life - mostly plants. mostly.

illness; their father's sick in the hospital, but they've yet to visit him. he has a new family now - and aster can't bring themselves to feel pity. he left them - not the other way around.

(magic) addiction; after years of overusing their magic as a means of survival - aster's now heavily reliant on it. the less they use their magic, the more severe the effects of it seems to be, leading to constant use and constant exhaustion. their magic - once strong - is slowly waning and losing its potency, and aster feels sicker by the day.

they inherited dahlia's estate after her passing - but they reside in tower hill and still haven't been able to go back to their childhood home. it's been untouched ever since - except for the greenhouse, the only place aster dares to escape to and the secluded place where they grow their plants and supply.

strong environmentalist - cares more about the state of marina's flora and fauna than actual people and it's obvious in the way aster regards others.

a naturally harsh, brutish person who doesn't bother with formalities or beating around the bush. painfully honest and doesn't care much about the problems of others unless there's a chance of something benefitting them.

passionate about what they love - sometimes to the point of possessiveness but overcritical towards those they don't have a high regard for. thinks mundane problems are above them and tends to look down on other people.

has a pet tarantula named stevie nicks. <3

they opened narcissus' den only a few years ago because they needed a way to both fund their work and gain intel about the important people of marina. it's essentially their very own gossip hub. blackmail auto farm<3

aster's just kind of mean without prompt. doesn't care much for others and is rarely in a committed relationship - likes to keep things casual and at arms length.

but they're smart<3 always thinking ahead. constantly drawing maps out in their brain, always has an idea of what to do next. doesn't do well with idleness and is extremely arrogant.

has gotten top surgery, doesn't bother to hide the scars and thinks they're sexy ngl.

#marina:intro #˗ˏˋ intro ⟶ ❛ aster holloway ❜ #new me new tagging system #wildfire tw #death tw #parental death tw #familial death tw #grief tw #illness tw #addiction tw #drug mention

[gojooooo]

soooo i came across this video (and also this one, which is clearly sukuna with his kid) and since those two little guys live rent free in my brain i made the connection so now i can’t stop thinking about dads sukuita.

older yuuji has the most gentle face. he has all the wrinkles of someone who smiled a lot during their life. he gets a bit scruffy like a teddy bear, sukuna complains about his prickly stubble and refuses to kiss him until he shaves (yuuji goes aww :( and kuna kisses him anyway, you know how it goes)

older sukuna needs reading glasses and i’m willing to fight anyone over this. he just does ok? and he lets his hair grow out a bit until they spike out a little from under his ears but one thing that never changes is that he will keep slicking them back. he’s always groaning when he has to get up, he squints at the TV and he complains about back pain but then also keeps doing everything that requires strength without breaking a sweat. yuuji suspect he’s being a tiny bit dramatic at times.

so we all know the popular hc that yuuji would be a firefighter right? and we all know that newborn babies are dropped off at fire stations of all places. yeah you already know where this is going. one evening when yuuji’s shift should be over sukuna receives a call from megumi, who works there too. “yuuji asked me to inform you he’s going to be home late, but i think you should come here yourself” are his cryptic but caring words and when sukuna arrives he finds his husband sitting alone on the bench in the changing room, uniform pants still on and cradling a baby against the white shirt he usually wears under his uniform jacket. sukuna walks up to him and sits down at his side, silently assessing the situation. yuuji tells him about how a few of his coworkers picked the baby up in attempt to soothe her but she only stopped crying when she was in yuuji’s arms and how he just couldn’t let go of her when it was time to go home. he looks so full of love, but also nervous because he knows it’s not a decision he can take on his own. sukuna doesn’t leave his side, runs a soothing hand up and down yuuji’s back when he starts tearing up overwhelmed by his own emotions and he takes a peek at the baby. she looks cute. he honestly would say yes to anything that makes yuuji happy, he’s fine with everything that comes into his life because sharing it with yuuji is the only thing that matters. afterall it’s by letting yuuji take his hand and drag him into new, beautiful adventures that he fell in love with him more and more. he doesn’t fall in love easily so yuuji knows that he’s it for him – and sukuna makes sure to remind him when yuuji’s lips wobble while holding the baby against his chest. the problem isn’t the kid (sukuna will love her, yes he’ll complain about getting a total of two hours of sleep at first but he’ll be the most loving girl dad), the problem is that she deserves to be raised well and he’s not sure he’s fit for it. yuuji, oh he’s going to be the best dad, sukuna’s chest fills with warmth at the mere thought; but sukuna doesn’t think he knows how it’s done. and he voices all of it, because they know each other like the back of their hands at that point, they’ve seen each other most vulnerable parts and showered them with love and acceptance so he says it all out loud. yuuji tells him that he knows sukuna is fit for it because he’s seen the love he can give when he gives it to him every single day. he tells him that they will complete each other as parents just like they do as a couple because yuuji is sure he’ll let his emotions get in the way and he wants sukuna to be there just like he’ll be here to fill all of sukuna’s shortcomings. so sukuna takes a deep breath and looks at him, loses himself in those golden brown eyes he loves so much. those eyes he always turns to when he feels lost, those eyes that always soften when he does so – and he still to this day can’t wrap his head around how lucky he is for it. he knows it’s going to be alright if he’s doing it with him. “okay” he sighs around a smile and those eyes he loves so much shine impossibly brighter.

ending on a silly note because this post turned sickeningly sweet: i can’t decide if uncle gojo would be the bane of sukuna’s existence (and the reason why yuuji started saying “yas gurl” regularly) or if they’d be pure chaos whenever they’re together, joining the kids and arguably having as much fun as them if not more when they play catch or pretend to be pirates, running around the house while yuuji and geto stand there like (⌒_⌒;)

#i don’t even go there i’ve never read a parents fic in my life but the domesticity of it all has me.. … ugghhffg<//333 #like yuuji dragging sukuna out of bed and they’re both sleep deprived #and sukuna’s like mmm yuuji let’s get rid of it (😭😭 he would) and yuuji is like noooo we love her remember #the kid bringing out the softness in sukuna everyday and yuuji staring at them fondly… sob sob #maybe it’s not entirely objective but i need to believe that sukuna would be such a gentle parent :’) #like he might make fun of a literal child like going [nelson voice] ha-ha! when the kid falls down or smth but he’ll comfort them afterwards #so he’s forgiven (kinda) #my post

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Extra Wishes

Flufftober day 6 Candles, lanterns, or fairy lights Garvez WC: 847

“You are a menace, Garcia. A firefighter’s worst nightmare. How did you get clearance for this? Never mind. I know the answer. Better yet, how are the sprinklers not raining down on us right now?”  

A shy smile grew in place of the anxious expression she’d been wearing just moments ago while welcoming the team.

He didn’t hate his birthday, he wasn’t one of those people who resented the passing years. On the contrary, with all the perilous situations he put himself in, he was thankful each time he made it another orbit around the sun, he’d just fallen out of practice celebrating. Going under cover, going away on assignment, it all required forgetting a little of yourself, absorbing a different part and getting wrapped up in the present. The last time any co-workers had surprised him like this it was his unit buddies and a pile of candy donated to “Treats for Troops.” 

Carefully, they all filed in to the dark conference room she’d crammed full of candles in every shape, size, and color, the space glowing and a good 5 degrees warmer from all the flames. The paper banner she made fluttered from the heat. “Team,” she stated with a flourishing wave to the sign as if a cue. 

Understanding, they all cheered and yelled warm wishes. Versions of “You didn’t tell us it was your birthday!” and “Wow, are you really this old?” swam around him with the hugs and pats on the back. “This is great, Garcia, and far be it for me to question your brilliant thought process, but isn’t it tradition to put the candles in cake?” For all the fire there was nary a confection, instead the room bore an eerie resemblance to a massive church votive stand. Wall to wall there were rows and rows of soft flickering flames. “I didn’t know what your favorite was so, treats are in the kitchen. Anderson offered to defend them from the office snakes in exchange for joining us.” At that Spencer’s head popped up, “Oh! Anderson’s here too?” “Treats plural, as in there’s a variety?” asked Matt. “Don’t you just love a Penelope Party?” JJ turned, asking Prentiss. “As the boss, this one, not so much…” she responded through a tight grin, then clapping. “Time to get the show on the road. Penelope?” Penelope, basking in the good feelings of having caught him by surprise (and that he looked pleased by it), had nearly forgotten. “Right! As you all know, it is tradition for the birthday person to blow out all their candles while making a wish! I have set up a challenge for our dear Newbie.” gesturing around her “I have spoken with the powers at be and made a deal, if Luke can extinguish all of these using no more than three lung-fulls of air, he gets makeup wishes for all the birthdays he’s missed.” she beamed wickedly. Looking only at her, “More wishes huh? It’s a deal.” Everyone backed out of the space except for Penelope who stood in a corner and Luke who, having made a plan, stood in the center of the longest wall. 

“On your ready then, Noob.” They waited, Penelope, poised with her phone to film. Luke raced the room, wick after wick extinguishing, yellow embers dying as smoke coiled and filled the air, long deliberate breaths. A debate erupting between Tara and Spencer on wether or not all were "blown" out and if wind created by movement, not breath, counted. Room pitch, all candles blown out regardless of how, the group applauded, whooping and hollering at his feat. “Now, Cake!” announced JJ. Excitement all around, the bunch on the other side of the door danced and shimmied across the catwalk and down the stairs dropping things on their desks as they made their way through the bullpen toward cake. Penelope and Luke stood standing in the room. Walking up to him, bumping shoulders, “Surprised?” Luke wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her in for a hug. Face tucked into her curls, he murmured, “Very. Thank you.” 

Penelope leaned back looking up at him, “So, what’d you wish for?”  He smiled, tease glittering his eyes, “Oh no, I’m not falling for that. If I tell you, it won’t come true.” 

Her gaze flickered over him, eyes catching eyes. “Tell me and I might make it come true.” He started to reply, but the quip died on his tongue. A stilted huff was all that came out and then he laughed, head shaking a toothy grin. “What if I showed you instead?” 

Arms coming to neck, she let the top of her go slack in his hold, sinking into his embrace. He pulled her close, thumbs brushing the nape of her neck and paused, lips hovering, searching her face for any sign of a second thought. Penelope’s fingers slid through his hair pulling them together. Lip skimming lip, parting and dragging down the other, hold tightening in the smoky darkness.  And as they kissed, all he could think was “Happy birthday to me.”

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