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sugurusluts · 1 year

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Zuko x mercenary!reader -part one

Do people still read Zuko x reader fics?

Mostly for my own amusement bc Zukos adorable- longer than my usual stuff! ♡︎

Warnings: none

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They had followed our little gang around the world, so it wasn’t hard to imagine they’d track Aang here, but they didn’t seem in any mood to strike.

I couldn’t help but feel defensive of the kingdom, even if the two were doing nothing but serving tea. I worked as a mercenary for whatever town seemed to need assistance. Despite not knowing any form of bending, I had connections, and that made me an asset.

Having worked around this place more times than I could count, I knew almost everyone. Most of everyone around town were good people, the type to invite you over for dinner just for giving them a hand in the fields.

Knowing someone like Zuko was around them made me uneasy, that was until Iroh approached me.

“Ah, a mercenary! What mercenary wouldn’t want to help a poor frail old man?” He whined dramatically, from behind me.

“Iroh” my hand tightened on my sword, I assumed there was an unspoken rule that neither group would bother eachother if they truly wanted to live in peace. Maybe I misread this dynamic?

“Good to see you too Y/N, you can losen your grip, im not here to fight you. I couldn’t care less about the Avatar, you know that”

I tilted my head in confusion, what else would he be here for? I couldn’t bring myself to believe he was now a hard working humble business man.

“Would you mind talking to me for just a minute, I’ll make it worth your while” he grinned, holding out a few gold coins he scrounged out of his pockets.

I caved from curiosity, following him as he walked me through a crowd, far away from his new little shop, leading me to a small alley.

“So..why did we have to go to an alleyway for this? Are you gonna mug me?”

“No such thing, I actually have a job for you”

I scoffed, the fuck made him think I’d want to take work from him? I turned on my heel, disappointed at the lack of information he gave me.

“Zuko’s lonely!”

I stopped in my tracks, turning back to Iroh, dumbfounded.

“Zuko’s lonely?”

“Painfully so, you know how hard it is to watch my nephew be such an introvert at his age?”

I rolled my eyes, “what does any of this have to do with me exactly?”

“Well, you could possibly help the poor boy out, couldn’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m asking you to ask him on a date”

“…”

Jesus fucking Christ he can’t be serious right now.

“You want me to ask the guy who’s tried to kill my friend more times than I can count on a date?”

“Precisely!”

“…Iroh, I’m not a prostitute, I’m not asking Zuko out for cash. He wouldn’t even agree to it either, he’d recognize me.”

The man sighed, pulling out a fabric bag filled to the brim with gold coins. God Zuko was a lost cause.

“Lay on the charm, and maybe he will!”

He dropped the bag in my hand, holy shit was it heavy..

“…fine”

I never thought I’d end up asking Zuko, the fire lords son out on a date, but here we are.

I sauntered into the tea shop, greeting locals as I made my way to where Zuko was pouring.

Carefully filling the cup, he didn’t notice as I leaned against the counter he was behind. I rested my chin in my hands, looking him up and down.

It has been quite a while since I saw him last, longer hair suited him.

When he finally noticed me, he took a double take, stumbling while trying to hold the cup steady.

“…Y/N..?” He asked almost timidly, as if he didn’t want to believe I was standing infront of him.

“Hey, you remember my name, aren’t you sweet?”

He went quiet, still staring at me as if he was seeing a ghost. He pushed past me, going to deliver tea to a table. What a good little worker.

He returned to where I was standing, starting to wash dishes, ignoring my presence.

“What’s your name?”

“..what?”

“Your name, you’re not still going by Zuko here are you?”

He flinched as I used his real name, his eyes flicking between mine and his dishes.

“..Lee. Why are you here?”

“Can’t I visit my favorite prince?”

He stiffened at the praise. “…are you planning on fighting me?”

“No, the opposite actually”

He furrowed his eyebrows in a surprisingly cute fashion.

“Going from Avatar hunter to waiter must be a real boring change of pace for you, huh?”

He didn’t answer, still washing dishes.

“How about you let me make it more interesting for you?”

“..what?”

“I’m asking you out Lee”

He didn’t say anything to that. He simply blinked comedically, his eyes wide.

I gave him time, I wasn’t going to rush him. Iroh did not have the same curtsy.

“Ah welcome to our Shop miss, what tea do you fancy?”

“..I’m not the biggest fan of tea, I’m here because I fancy something else”

Zukos face turned an impossible shade of red, I thought steam may come out of ears if I kept this up.

“Oh? And what are you referring to?” Iroh couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Your nephew of course”

“Oh! Well a night out couldn’t hurt, right Lee?”

He whipped his head back and forth between his uncle and I in disbelief.

“Uncle, you know who this is don’t you?!”

Iroh studied me up and down.

“A humble mercenary looking for a date?”

“You’re exactly right” I smiled knowingly at Iroh, despite him technically being my enemy this exchange was a little fun.

“I don’t see why not Lee! Aren’t they cute?” Iroh gestured to me as if this was completely normal.

“Yeah Lee, aren’t I cute?” *i lean over the counter, invading his personal space.

Poor thing was absolutely floored as he whipped his head between me and Iroh trying to figure out if he was the weird one for being suspicious.

“If this is some sort of ploy to-“ he glares me, but it’s hard to take him seriously with such a red face.

“-I’ll pay for dinner, alright? All you have to do is have fun and look pretty. How about I come back at 7?” I didn’t know I had this much game until now. Why wasn’t I using this power for good before?

“The Shop will be closed by then, no reason to decline” Iroh looks up at his flustered nephew. How long would it take for the poor boy to crack?

“..fine..if you’re not here by exactly seven, I’m not going”

What a brat.. this was going to be an interesting date.

“I’ll be on time, don’t worry your pretty little head. I have business to attend to, I’ll be seeing you Lee” I wink at him, amused at how..affection starved he seemed.

He spun back around, his back facing me, but I could see the blush on his face starting to reach his neck..

Iroh was going to owe me much more than a bag of coins for this.

#zuko #zuko avatar #zuko smut #zuko x reader #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #general iroh #fem reader #male reader #nb reader #x reader

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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Hi! Could I request HC’s of Five Hargreeves with a fem!s/o who has superspeed?

Swept | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

warnings: lol none

requests: CLOSED

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list��

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when I say you swept five off his feet

I’m not kidding

no seriously

you ran by him so fast once he literally tripped

that’s how you met

five was all like “wtf???” and tried to catch you

BAD IDEA

he reappeared behind you and you just punched him before he could even blink

“oh my god I’m so sorry!”

“holy shit you’re fast”

“yeah…”

ngl he definitely abuses your ability for personal gain

not like exploiting it but you know

if he wants coffee…

it’s not like it’s hard for you

and he totally wouldn’t force you

it’s just very convenient for him

all he does is ask and then boom, it’s in his hand

you also make great partners for missions

bc you can basically teleport with how fast you are not to mention you pack a serious punch

seriously

you can kick people across the room

or his favorite: through a window

he likes not having to worry about you yk?

like if someone shoots at you, he knows you’ll dodge it easily

there’s a comfort in it for him bc he doesn’t like having a weakness

but you’re not one

you’re a strength tbh

he’s out of ammo?

not for long

you’re back in half second with a whole new gun

sometimes it is a lot tho

like you’re just running back and forth

zooming

and his hair is blowing in his face and he’s like “babe, chill out”

sometimes when you get excited you become a blur bc you’re moving so fast

he hates when you’re nervous tho bc you pace

you pace a pathway into the ground

“oh… oops”

“baby…”

he does like when you run by and kiss him on the cheek every now and then

like he’ll be halfway across the study and you just pop in to kiss him and you’re gone

he finds it super cute <3

he’s probably tried to see if you could do a sonic boom

has definitely tried to race you

he lost

obviously?

you literally ran there and back before he was halfway

epic tag games for sure

sometimes his siblings come home and the place is just a wreck

there’s paper everything from you running by

and five’s throwing things at you while teleporting

he’s also probably tried to see if you could phase through things

he’s a very curious boy is all

and he just really really loves and admires you

his favorite runner <333

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🏷 five taglist: @clearbasementvoid @halfumbrella @esmedith @navs-bhat @alexxavicry @thelaststraw3 @rainbows-r-nice05 @gcldtom @bokuakadaily @3ternalreal1ty @umbrellatte @hahaspoilerhaha @mi1kobitch @analuizafernandescavalcante @icarus-star @yuki1s--note @m4nd0l0r @ells-graveyard @eichenhouseproperty @iaevs @oneirataxia-girl @ay4kshalatus @sacrificialstars @ch0c0-cake @speaker15 @mysterygirl-14 @lilsubbysblog @musically-ambiguous @ne0boss

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x you #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five headcanons #five imagine #number five x reader #tua five x reader #tua five #five x reader #five x you #five x y/n #tua #the umbrella academy #aidan gallagher

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strxwberrylemonxde · 2 years

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Hola! Can I please request Shoto Todoroki (and whoever else) with a Fem! S/O that sleepwalks and sleep talks? Lately I’ve been doing that and it scares my family so much and I wanted to know if Shoto would have a similar response. You should hopefully be comfortable doing this considering it’s a pretty family friendly request but if not just lmk. Bye Bestie Westie!

Fem!S/O Who Sleepwalks & Sleep Talks

Featuring: Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki Genre: Fluff, Crack, Comfort-ish Warning: None WC: 0.67k A/N - Holy shit guys, uhhh... its been a minute since I've been here 💀 Thank you for the request bestie! This was such an interesting concept to write about and its been a while since I've written anything on here so I hope it's not terrible! Apologies if my depictions of sleepwalking and sleep talking aren't that accurate 💕

Poor baby was so worried you’d accidentally hurt yourself

The first time he saw it happen, he woke up in the middle of the night absolutely parched for a glass of water

And there you were standing in the corner of the room

When I tell you his heart almost leaped out of his throat-

“Uhh, baby?”

He’s remembered the times you’ve mentioned your sleepwalking before, but he’s never actually witnessed it until now

At this point, he’s scared of what to do

He’s heard of the “never wake a sleepwalker” rule and he wasn’t about to break that

So instead, he’d tentatively sit closer to the foot of the bed and monitor you for a bit

He’ll watch to make sure you don’t fall or hurt yourself and then he’ll gently lead you back to bed

After laying you back down, he’ll stay up for a while and make sure you don’t get back up

In the morning he’ll tell you about it and take note of anything that might have triggered it

“Sweet girl, you scared me half to death last night”

First time he ever heard you sleep talk, this man thought you were talking shit to him 💀

He’ll be laying next to you like “the fuck did you just say to me” only to realize you’re still asleep

Not gonna lie, I think he finds your sleep-talking entertaining

Sometimes he’ll respond to your random comments just to see if you’ll react

And if you happen to say some lowkey cryptid things, he’s gonna wake you up just to put your ass back to bed 😭

First time he ever saw you sleepwalk, this man almost killed you thinking you were a villain or intruder

The loudness of his quirk was more than enough to wake you up, scaring both you and him shitless thinking you were both under attack

Katsuki hates to admit that he worries about you when you sleepwalk

He thinks you’ll hurt yourself and he won’t be there to help you

So some nights, he’ll stay up just to watch over you

And if he sees you starting to sleepwalk, he’ll guide you back to bed

“C’mon dumbass, back to bed we go”

I like to think that Katsuki would take the liberty of studying your sleepwalking and sleep-talking habits

Much like Deku, he observes what triggers it and how to care for you

Cus the last thing he wants is for his darlin’ to get hurt in the middle of the night

He deadass thought you were possessed first time he saw it happen

He woke up in the middle of the night once and saw you walking around the bedroom

And you were mumbling about the most obscure things

I’m serious when I say he was literal seconds away from calling the local priest or something bc he was scared shitless

For a while, he just sat there and kept his eye on you to make sure you didn’t start floating or contorting

You made him watch the Exorcist once and now he's scarred (no pun intended)

He will ask you about it in the morning bc he was still convinced you had a demon in you or something

When you explain to him about your tendencies to sleepwalk and talk, he was relieved you weren’t possessed

“I see. I thought a villain possessed you.”

After you tell him about it, he’ll ask if there's anything he could do to help

He doesn’t want you to accidentally get hurt or anything so sometimes he’ll stay up a little after you’ve fallen asleep to make sure you’re okay

Or if he catches you sleep talking, he’ll listen to you out of curiosity

He wants to know what goes in your head when you fall asleep lmfao

Overall, he’s going to do everything he can to make sure you're safe in your sleep

#🍯: freshly baked #🌻: lynn's answers #🐝: sweet as honey #deku x reader #deku x fem!reader #deku x y/n #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugou x y/n #todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x fem!reader #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #bakugo x fem!reader #bakugou x fem!reader

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ludwigplayingthetrombone · 3 months

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Hello! Firstly I wanted to say that I'm an old fan since your overwatch days and I've always admired how much depth you're giving all the characters and relationships you touch! I'm talking like, mariana trench DEPTHS. And how confident you seem about just doing the things you enjoy and exploring the themes you want? I really respect that.

I'm having a bit of an art crisis recently and I was wondering If you could offer some advice?

I'm thinking about self-indulgence in art, particularly fanart. I like to dive in deep to expand on characters, I find it as enjoyable as creating my own work. But I fear of people getting angry at me for latching onto these characters, thay they'll say the original work wasn't THAT deep, or that I'm completely wrong or cringe or whatever. And I don't care about being right or anything, I just want to have fun here and tell my little stories? :( The fear is making me keep the work to myself and I don't know what to do. Would it be better to just enjoy it on my own?

Your blog really is goals when it comes to that, so I'll respect your opinion a lot. Thank you for your time!

holy moly thank you so much for your sincerity first of all!! Second, this is making me misty eyed ngl!! I have alot to say about this so i shall put it under a read more bc im gonna ramble

If someone cares about you fixating on your fave characters, then they're usually the fucking weirdos in this situation if they dont just block you and move on. I LOVE making shit up about my faves like i have a modern au hc that kakashi and gai are ddr competition rivals and i gave yeehan 7 dogs just for funsies!! we were in the trenches in early overwatch making up our own lore bc there was none and it was so fun

I've always been like that now that i look back bc when i first started uploading my shitty ms paint fanart on deviant art in like 2006(naruto funnily enough we've come full circle) i was still drawing cringey shit /I/ wanted to see. I don't agree with almost all of it today, but i remember the fun i had while making it, and that's really the trick. Drawing what you personally want to see then people can come and go audience wise. If they like it, they like it, if they dont? oh well! There's people who still follow me from when i was 14 and i follow them even tho we're in completely different spaces now.

The fanart part i vibe with personally bc im really bad at coming up with totally original work and premises. i much prefer having pre-established rules and worlds to work with (plus the characters i love getting massacred in the writing i HAVE to save them)

Just existing online will garner you mean comments or asks, and my best advice is its not worth it to take the bait even if its absolutely absurd and wrong, i just block and go now, and im much happier :) this all being, of course, as long as what you're doing isnt harmful, bc even with good intentions, you'll mess up/blunder eventually. If the heat gets too much for you, no one will judge you for withdrawing your art from social media. thats a perfectly safe thing to do to keep it for yourself.

As an adult, shits not that serious im 28 drawing naruto fanart bc it makes me happy after a long day of work, so have fun!! art's supposed to be fun don't let the fear win i love sharing my art with strangers on the internet!! Hope this made any sense at all and I wish you the best, my friend!!! If you ever wanna dm me, feel free

#asks #happy tag #if we survived early overwatch fans we can survive anything

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butchdykekondraki · 3 months

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ALSO GET NORMAL ABOUT CLEF BEING PLURAL. GET FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT IT. im actually going to kill someone holy shit. none of you process what being plural actually is and i Know It bc ive fucking seen the shit some of you say about plural clef hcs. i will kill all of us do not test me with this specific thing i am SO fucking serious

#[ren]

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obxsummer · 2 years

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Freedom // Ghost of You

summary: escaping ward cameron felt like an impossible task, especially when he had you right where he wanted you. that is, until wheezie cameron flips an uno reverse card and holy shit, john b's coming home.

warnings: violence, injuries, severe depression, anxiety attacks a/n: the whole legal situation is a bit of a stretch bc i suck at legality terms and such so, it's a bit fictional here just a heads up

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If you thought Rafe Cameron was your nightmare, Ward Cameron was your personal hell. Not only were you back in the same room, but your idea of privacy had been thrown out the door completely. There were cameras in your room, save the bathroom where it would get completely unethical, but any hope of a late night sneak out with the new generators and security was beyond possible.

Your dad used to always say it was best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom because you can always go lower. This moment right here, was your lower. Ward Cameron pulled you into his office next door with no explanation until he smacked a pile of papers in front of you.

“You’re testifying against John B, in court, tomorrow.”

Laughter followed the statement and you couldn’t even stop yourself. It turned hysterical seconds later when you realized he was serious. “You’re fucking delusional if you think I’m going to testify under oath against my brother.”

Ward’s expression turned even colder if possible. “You will. You will because I have insiders who will make sure his life ends if you don’t.” He slid a newspaper towards you with your brother’s face front and center. The headline in big letters read: “INMATE ATTACKED IN CUSTODY”. Your stomach sank at the letters before Ward pulled it from your grasp before you could read any further. You were none the wiser to know it was fake, moreso a telling of what would happen in a night, but it did Ward’s job of scaring the shit out of you.

“I will make sure your brother does not walk out of that prison alive.”

“He’s gonna die regardless if I testify, do you realize that?” You stood up with anger, throwing a hand out in frustration. “My brother is facing life in prison because you’re a fucking murderer, Ward Cameron, and so is your son!”

Pressure came down heavy on the shoulder you had dislocated in defending John B from Deputy Thomas. In the rush of adrenaline, you hadn’t even noticed but Ward found out when you were brought back with an EMT report and a sling around your arm, and clearly, he was using it to your advantage.

“You testify, do you hear me? Or I will make sure it’s the last thing you do,” He whispered harshly as he pushed his fingers harder into your shoulder.

You gasped in pain, sinking back into the chair below you to remove his hand. You were so sick of crying but it seemed to happen everyday you were here. There was no escape no matter what you did, no peace of mind.

“You’re real bold to think I already don’t want to die here, with you,” You sneered as you glared up at him. You refused to let this man think he had any influence on you after all he’s done. “You have taken everything from me. Everything. I don’t owe you shit.”

Ward shrugged in annoyance. “Maybe so, but I will make sure there is no chance that the Routledge name goes beyond that courtroom tomorrow, and I will make sure your friends regret every second they avenge you. That I promise.”

You shook your head softly. No matter what you said, Ward would find one way to make you feel threatened and you knew that, but you also knew he would follow through no matter what. It was a matter of playing your cards correctly and hoping you could pull it off. “Fine. I’ll testify, but then they would have to let JJ, Kie, Pope, and Sarah do it too and you have no control over what’s said on that stand.”

You could tell the frustration in his eyes was about to burst but you didn’t care. You wouldn’t risk interfering with evidence and lying in court to protect Ward Cameron for shit. He had taken everything from you and your family. You weren’t about to help him keep this false empire he claimed to control.

With a snide smirk, you watched as he slammed his desk organizers to the ground in anger. You were right, he knew that, so now what power did he hold? Now what could he do? You had him in the perfect spot and he was a little too far in over his head.

“This isn’t over, Y/N. We’re leaving for court at 9:00 AM tomorrow and you will not be saying a single word to anyone while we’re there, do you understand?”

Standing up from the chair to storm past him, you rolled your eyes and flipped him off with your good arm. “Eat shit, Ward.” Moving quickly to get out of his presence, you slammed the door of your room shut, not even bothering to try and go anywhere else. Injured and out of your usual headspace, there wasn’t a chance you’d make it further than the front door. Your best bet was going to the court appearance tomorrow in hopes that Wheezie had made progress while you were hiding.

The feeling of everyone’s eyes were heavy on you as you sat crammed between Ward and Rafe in the courtroom. JJ kept trying to meet your gaze but you refused to look up from your lap where you were nervously pulling at the seams of your sweater. Ward had basically pushed you out of the car and directly in the building despite the reporters outside and his 15 seconds of fame he was surely craving.

Your heart was in your throat the second you realized Ward was actually serious about you coming to court. You weren’t emotionally prepared to see your brother in this condition, nor were you ready to see your friends either. The tension in the air was almost suffocating as your legs bounced continuously beneath you out of anxiousness.

The sound of the gavel hitting the stand had you choking on your breath as you looked up to see John B walking in the room. The bright orange jumpsuit was hard to miss as your brother stood behind the table next to a woman who you assumed was his lawyer.

John B looked around the room with an exhausted gaze. He felt hopeless, for the first time in his life that nothing would save him from this. Seeing you, looking small and defeated in between the Camerons, he wanted to crumble right there. He promised, he had promised you that he wouldn’t let it happen again and here he was. Despite being in his current position, he had to do something.

“John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statute section 14, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances. If convicted, the maximum sentence would be the death penalty.”

Your lungs were suddenly suffocating you at the notion that if there wasn’t proof John B didn’t kill Peterkin, that he could die. That he wouldn’t be here, and Ward Cameron would win. The world seemed to blur as conversation erupted in the courtroom.

“Your honor, he’s seventeen!” JJ’s voice rose above the rest as he got to his feet. Kiara tried to pull him away but the distress was evident. “He’s seventeen! Are you kidding me?”

Ward was quick to put a hand on your shoulder as they stood up to leave the room, directing you right past your friends. Fingers brushing JJ’s for a split second, his attention snapped to you instantly. He wasn’t about to lose another Routledge. “Y/N.”

Ward pushed harder as JJ called your name again, Pope, Kie, and Sarah scrambling after him as you walked into the sunlight. You wanted to throw up at the horrible comments being thrown around you about your brother that were going in one ear and out the other. These people had no idea. They had no idea of who walked amongst them and who shot that gun that day.

“Mr. Cameron, I’m so sorry for what you and your family have gone through. Thank God the system works,” Some random man next to you spoke with Ward. You rolled your eyes, refusing to look away from the ground as you wrapped your arms around yourself for some form of comfort.

“Can you please shut up?” Kiara’s voice forced everyone to stop walking as she snapped. “Of course you think the system worked because it was made to protect you and people like you.”

The man almost laughed at her factual statement. “He’ll have his day in court. A jury will decide.”

Kiara wasn’t backing down though and kept pushing. “He shouldn’t even be in court. You should, because you’re a murderer!” She shouted, pointing a finger at Ward Cameron. “You have a lot of nerve showing up here, dragging Y/N to see her brother like that, after all you’ve done to their family.”

“I know you’re upset. I understand you’re upset, okay? I know he’s got you fooled. He’s got you all fooled.”

“No, I’m not just upset!” Kie rushed forward, ready to get into an altercation before Shoupe stepped in front of her, more chaos and yelling following. “There’s a reason your daughter’s sitting with us!”

Your ears were ringing as you looked between both groups. The arguing wasn't slowing down anytime soon. Your heart had yet to stop racing from the moment the death penalty was given and now, the sensory overload threatened to consume you whole.

“Just shut up!” You finally screamed at the top of your lungs, voice cracking with the effort as it stunned everyone into silence. For once, Shoupe’s gaze was sympathetic as he looked at you. Sometimes you wondered if he ever noticed the difference in the fun person you used to be versus who you had turned into.

Throwing your arms out, you slowly backed out of the Camerons grasp. “All of you! Shouting and bickering doesn’t make anyone less of a victim, for fuck’s sake! I’ve had it. The rumors are disgusting. The lies are even worse but at the end of the day, that’s my brother in there!” Your voice threatened to give out any second as you pointed towards the now empty courthouse. Tears were already dripping down your cheeks as you choked through a breath. “That’s my brother and everything, every little thing, has already been taken from us. He’s all I have left anymore. So I don’t want to hear your fake unwelcome sympathy for the liars you call the Camerons and all that they’ve “lost” nor do I want to hear this bullshit about the system working for my family because it has yet to work so far in the Pogues’ favor ever.”

“Until now.” Wheezie’s voice broke the heavy silence as you turned to look at her. The smirk on her face was triumphant and it made you nervous. She pulled a stack of papers from her backpack and handed them towards you with a smile. “Y/N Routledge, you’ve achieved emancipation. Your shift at The Wreck starts tomorrow at 9:00 AM under Mike Carrera and you’re free to return home.”

You looked at the papers shaking in your hands to see everything she had stated to be true. “Oh, my God. Wheezie!” Moving forward, you grasped the younger girl in the tightest hug possible.

“What? What is this?” Ward barked out in anger as he looked at you and his youngest child. “Shoupe?”

The newly appointed sheriff sighed at the redirection of attention. “It’s true, Ward. Confirmation came across my desk this morning. She’s out of your custody.”

Letting go of Wheezie the tears of relief came pouring as JJ, Kie, and Pope attacked you with hugs. Sarah herself ran to her sister, pulling her into a tight embrace as you listened to Ward shout in anger. This was your chance. This was the moment you could change everything.

Your friends released you to look at the documents with their own eyes, the papers now in Pope’s hands as JJ pulled you into another hug. One hand tucked in your hair, the other rubbing your back, you realized this was the first real hug you’d had since John B disappeared. Nothing felt as emotional, moreso broken apologies until this one.

Looking up from JJ’s shoulder, you threw up your middle finger to the man staring at you. “Like I said. Eat shit, Ward Cameron.”

Wheezie Cameron was a gift and the moment you stepped onto the Chateau porch, you swore you owed that girl the world. Ward was less than pleased but the moment Shoupe confirmed your freedom, you ran out of sight with your friends to Kie’s waiting car.

Thunder boomed above you but you couldn’t even let the rain affect your mood. You were just so glad to be back home. The first thing you did was shower before finding one of Pope’s t-shirts in the mess of your bedroom to wear with some pajama shorts. Your shoulder was still sore but you couldn’t be bothered to care as you tossed the sling aside. A sliver of deja vu ran up your spine as you thought of your brother tossing his cast away after breaking his wrist without a care. Concern still lingered in the back of your mind for John B but if you were back full force, you knew you had a better chance of thinking clearly.

Walking back out to your friends, Kiara was the first one to reach out and pull you into her arms as you let out a deep breath. “Hi,” She whispered in your ear causing you to let out a small laugh before returning her greeting and squeezing her tightly.

There was a weight lifted off your shoulders at the notion of freedom, of being released from something that’s caused so much pain for so long. You knew the emotional rollercoaster from here would be rough but at least you had people to help you through it.

Pope wrapped you in a hug next, pressing a soft kiss against your hair as he mumbled a welcome back in support. JJ stopped his anxious pacing to hold you tightly to his chest, the soft rocking movement making you tear up as you ran your fingers down the back of his worn t-shirt. He was slowly going crazy without you and John B but knowing he was one step closer to normalcy was like a breath of fresh, cool air on a humid day.

You took everyone by surprise when you reached for Sarah who stood sheepishly a few feet away. The blonde hesitantly moved forward until you closed the gap and hugged her tightly. You could feel her body shake in your grasp as she started sobbing. Emotions had been running wild since their return from Nassau and you had convinced yourself to bring peace to the situation as best as you could. It took a lot of almost undeserving empathy to forgive her for basically selling you and John B out to her dad, but when you think you won’t survive something, it’s hard to hold a heavy grudge.

“It’s okay,” You spoke just as she choked out an apology. “Sarah, it’s okay.”

She only seemed to cry harder and you refused to let go of her until she calmed down enough to breathe normally. Stepping away, she gave you a grateful smile to which you returned. You had a moment of realization that life is way too short to hate people with good intentions and Sarah wouldn’t directly harm any of you. She was just like you in so many ways - someone struggling to keep it together in the midst of blame and loss of family.

JJ’s hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling you until your back rested against his chest and he could comfortably wrap his arms around you to hold you close. Your hands came to grasp his arms gently as Sarah started the conversation back up.

“I’m going to testify under oath. I was there. I just need to get ahold of Wheezie. Kie, do you have your phone?” She took the device that was handed to her. “Wheezie is the only other person that knows Rafe wasn’t home that day. I don’t know what else to do. I got us into this mess and I’m gonna do my best to get us out.”

JJ scoffed behind you, his action shaking your body lightly as Sarah stepped inside the house. “Wheezie? Yeah, that’ll work. She’s right about one thing. We gotta do something. Our boy is a PO-dub right now, okay? He’s held captive by the enemy right now, maybe even scheduled for execution. Are we just gonna sit here?”

The word drove a knife right through your throat as you pulled yourself from JJ’s grasp in shock. Hearing it, no matter how many times you did, was still just as shaking as the first time. You felt like throwing up as you sat down against the screen door.

“What’s the plan?” Kie barked back irritated. “We kidnap Shoupe?”

JJ shrugged. “Maybe. Like, that’s not the worst idea actually.”

“Oh, it’s not?”

“No!”

“That is actually the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s pretty bad,” Sarah quipped from around the corner.

JJ groaned loudly, “You know what, please just stay out of this. Okay. Pope, look. We’ve been doing everything your way and how has that been working out, huh?”

“Okay, okay. So what’s your plan? You gonna storm a jail, guns ablazing?” Pope retaliated. A headache was forming in the front of your skull as you listened to them shout back and forth. Pressing a palm against your forehead, you tried to breathe through the pressure building in your chest and throat as it threatened to choke you.

“Look Pope. All I’m trying to get you to understand is they got our boy. Are we just gonna sit here and do nothing? No! We’re gonna go get his ass. We’re gonna do something about it!”

JJ’s voice slowly dipped in and out of your head as you tried to blink your vision clear. Eyes closing harshly when that didn’t help, you placed your head in your hands and leaned against your knees. The world felt twisted and the chills running up and down your spine were turning prickly. Trying to force air in your lungs wasn’t helping in the slightest either and you just wished you would fall asleep where you were.

“Y/N!” Kie’s voice was foggy and you could barely feel her hands touching you. “Let go!”

You didn’t know what she was referring to, but you couldn’t move in the slightest. Everything was frozen, tight, and painful. Moving meant waking back up, it meant facing the reality that your brother was going to die and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Y/N let go, it’s gonna be okay.”

It’s gonna be okay.

“Come on, baby bird! It’s gonna be okay!”

The sun was bright as it reflected off the water. The fluffy sand was hot beneath your toes and you cursed yourself for not wearing shoes. The surfboard in your arms was heavy and the decision to come to the beach suddenly felt wrong as you shifted in your spot.

“I’m serious, you’re gonna do great. Why would I lie to you?” John B was suddenly back in your line, board of his own in hand. His skin was clammy as he placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the water. “I promise, it’s gonna be okay. You’ll probably fall but don’t worry. I’m gonna be right here to help, and we’re gonna ride one in together. Just you wait.”

“Babe, you’ve gotta take a deep breath and relax. I’m right here.”

Eyes snapping open, you jumped in your spot as your back slammed against the wall behind you. Your hands released their grip from your head, crescent marks in your skin from how hard you were holding on. JJ’s blue eyes were the first thing you focused on before you were launching yourself up on shaky legs and storming into the house.

“Y/N! Wait!”

Stumbling through the messy house, your hip caught the corner of the counter. Grunting at the impact, you ripped the fridge door open to grab a water bottle out before slamming the door harshly. Bodies followed you into the house but you didn’t bother to wait as you moved into your room and closed the door behind you.

Facade crumbling, your back hit the door and slid down the worn wood. Tears were warm against your cheeks as you took a big breath, your chest heaving with the effort. You were exhausted. Mentally and physically exhausted beyond your limits. It felt like you could sleep for a month or maybe even more. Keeping up nonstop and trying to be strong for everyone wasn’t easy when all you wanted to do was collapse into pieces.

This kind of suffocation was the kind that couldn’t be fixed with screaming in a pillow and trying to cry it out. This was the kind of suffocation that had you curious how long you could hold your breath underwater without coming back up. The kind that made you want to lay in bed and never get up for anything.

You’ve been fighting a heavy battle for way, way too long and even though you were a strong person, the cracks had so much weight the foundation was shattering. You needed to heal, to sort through your shit instead of diving headfirst into even more situations. Rebuilding was hard but rebuilding with unknown terrain and rough weather was even harder.

You were trying to act like you could do this all without John B but it was hard. Your brother had been your biggest support system since you could remember, even before your dad disappeared. Now it was just you and your friends. As much as you loved them, they weren’t always as in tune with you as John B was. Sure, he was your brother and you got pissed at him often, but he grew up looking out for you and helping you do the things he wished someone helped him with. But now it was you, you and four other teens who were looking back at you for leadership that only your brother could provide.

JJ was used to the inside of Kildare County’s Jail. He was no stranger to the loud banging, the ridiculous protocols, and the bland gray decor. Usually he was here to get his dad, but this time was different. Instead of saying his dad’s name to the man at the front desk, he’s shouting, “I’m here to see John B. Routledge,” in a tone that you would scold him for. He knew he was being a dick and it would only get him in trouble but this is how JJ coped with things like this.

Officer Plumb led him through the halls as inmates cursed and yelled at him before he settled into the doorway of the visitor’s room. It was cold and dark but JJ’s eyes focused on the bright orange jumpsuit that covered his best friend. The door shut quietly as Plumb barked out a 10 minute warning as JJ took a seat at the lunch room style table.

He couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his face at the awkwardness in the room before he and John B broke out into laughter. “I thought it was gonna be me,” JJ admitted to break the silence.

John B gave a small nod. “I did too.”

“It was you.”

“Yeah. Welcome to my humble abode.”

JJ didn’t bother to glance around the room. “Yeah, when you said you had a new apartment, I had no idea.”

“How is she?”

JJ winced at the abrupt question. “Uhhh, Sarah? She’s uh… she’s fine. She misses you, alot. Ya know? Hard for her to see you in court the other day and-”

“I’m talking about Y/N, JJ,” John B clarified as he anxiously awaited the answer. He had been thinking of you nonstop since he saw you with the Camerons in the courtroom. “I’m… I’m glad Sarah’s with you guys and she’s okay but I… I need to know if Y/N’s okay.”

It was the question that had been asked a few too many times. Were you okay? You didn’t even know. JJ was terrified about whether you were okay. He hadn’t seen you leave your room except for a handful of times and that was two days ago. The guilt was beginning to gnaw at him that he set you off the way he did.

“She’s um… she’s home. At the Chateau. Sarah’s sister got her emancipated right under Ward’s nose and she left with us that day after court. She’s not doing too hot, though.” He waved his hand dismissively. Not because he wasn’t worried about it, but because he didn’t need John B to stress about anything else. “I’ve got her, it’s just gonna take some time. You know?”

John B frowned at the lack of confirmation that you were doing fine. He knew he had a lot to fix in his relationship with you and he just really hoped he’d have the chance to do so. Unfortunately, the topic was dismissed as JJ started spewing off the real reason he came to visit John B - to break him out.

You kept to yourself for the next few days. JJ was on his escape jail escapade, Sarah was still trying to get anything from Wheezie, and Kie and Pope were busy doing their Kie/Pope Things. You took the time to clean your room, moving furniture and reorganizing basically the whole house. You had to occupy your mind with something, anything that would keep you from thinking about everything else.

Starting your job at the Wreck was terrifying but Mr. Carerra was so helpful and understanding of your situation. You almost feared he would judge you because of the drama surrounding your family but he kept you behind the counter and out of the watchful eyes of tourons and sparse Kooks so you were grateful.

You had avoided going into John B’s room for as long as possible but it came to be the last room to clean and you had no choice. His room was messy but it brought you comfort as you stepped inside for the first time in months. Random surf supplies, worn t-shirts, and shoes crowded the ground. You maneuvered around it all, coming to take a seat on his bed. Just outside the window, you could see Kie, Pope, and JJ in the surf shack messing around pointlessly. They had tried a few times to talk to you to which you kept short and simple. You hoped they weren’t mad at you, but it was hard to take everyone’s pity stares.

Looking to your left, your eye caught the photo framed on John B’s nightstand. There weren’t very many photos of you, your brother, and your dad together except this one. It was your 12th birthday, the same one you received your surfboard for and you remembered all of your friends showing up for the occasion. Kiara had just received a disposable camera for Christmas and took photos of everything including your dad and brother hovering behind you as you blew out your candles. A small tear left your eye as you brushed specks of dust off the glass. If only you had both of them now.

“Bout time you cried over me.”

You would’ve bet money that you were hallucinating when you looked up and made eye contact with John Booker Routledge. You blinked a few times, convincing yourself that he was real before launching off his bed and into his awaiting arms.

“Oh, my God, you’re back. You’re back.” Soft cries left your throat as you clutched him tightly, fingers tugging his shirt a little too hard. He recognized the mess of his room against the clean and reorganized house, knowing you probably struggled to bring yourself to do it.

The energy in the Chateau was so positive as your friends celebrated in the kitchen with shotgunned beers. It took a bit of time before you let go of John B and regained your composure. His eyes drifted over the bruising of your shoulder that wasn’t hidden by your tank top. “We have a lot to talk about,” He mumbled.

You nodded, your own eyes scanning the bruises by his neck that had you flashing back to Ward’s newspaper he tossed in front of you. “Yeah, we do.”

“But first, let’s find Sarah Cameron.”

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toastywatchesstevenuniverse · 9 months

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S1 E45

Rose's Scabbard

Okay so I've learned a lot today.

Also this episode much like the fireworks one made me..

Very uncomfortable. But even more so than that one did.

This episode was just......really fucking sad man.

First off:

None of the gems seemed to like Greg so far (Except Amethyst) but Pearl especially seemed particularly not very fond of him. I kinda didn't think much about that. I just assumed it was because "Greg is a slob & Pearl doesn't like that he's a slob." And honestly given his current state in the show rn, I ain't exactly too fond of the man either. Though the winter episode definitely made me like him more.

But uh....now I'm starting to think Pearl's distaste for him isn't as simple as that. Because Pearl....

This whole episode Pearl was being like....

Okay look we can't word this in any other way: PEARL WAS BEING A MASSIVE HOMO™ THE ENTIRE TIME LIKE GOD DAMN SHE WAS GAY™ AS FUCK ABOUT ROSE THIS EPISODE LIKE WOAH OKAY NOW I GET WHATS GOING ON HERE. PEARL IS A MASSIVE FUCKING LESBIAN™ FOR ROSE & NOW THAT THIS REVEAL HAS HIT. Well to be honest that actually explains a lot. Like, huh, yeah actually this makes sense & explains a lot about why she's like this.

Guys when I called her a Gay™ Disaster™ all the way back in the start I wasn't expecting to actually be correct. I was like half joking when I said that????

I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY I WASNT TRYING TO BE A PROPHET HERE WHAT THE FUCK WHY WAS I ACTUALLY CORRECT¿???????¿¿¿¿¿???

I WAS JUST BEING A GOOF WHY DID I END UP HAVING THE GIFT OF PROPHECY???? FUCK OFF APOLLO.

PEARL & ROSE WERE APPARENTLY 'VERY CLOSE FRIENDS'. ROOMMATES OR WHATNOT. SHE EVEN FUCKING BLUSHED & HAD THE QUEER™ EYELASHES. DAMN PEARL I THINK YOU MIGHT BE SUFFERING FROM A CASE OF BEING A FUCKING SIMP, YOU FUCKING LESBIAN™.

MY GAYDAR™ IS OFF THE CHARTS RIGHT NOW. THIS MF IS GAY™ AS FUCK. 💀 THIS IS BEYOND NORMAL GAY™. THIS IS ADVANCED GAY™.

So idk what happened that led to Rose vetting with Greg but yeah, suddenly I'm realizing Pearl disliking Greg is definitely a case of her being....

Well. And excuse me for the vulgar metaphor here but I can't resist.

Pearl is bitter because Greg was the one who got to put the sword in Rose's Scabbard when she wanted to put her sword in there in the first place.

And honestly if I lost out to someone like Greg who....let's face it is kind of a pretty shit dad so far. Yeah I'd be bitter too. It actually makes the fact she's the one trying the hardest to be Steven's mother make more sense & honeslty it makes her even more sympathetic. He's the closest thing she has left of Rose & the fact she's so caring & all just....if Rose had to sacrifice herself for Steven to exist, the fact Pearl isn't resentful towards Steven at all for that is so nice. Because it'd be so easy for the writers to just have her be like that for cheap drama but no, they don't. Thank you for that writers. That's so wise to avoid that bullshit bc I'd hate this episode if they went that direction....look idk how to word this rn but damn Pearl has some serious emotional issues. And Amethyst had some trauma reveal a few episodes ago too....

So if this pattern continues....

Guys I don't even know if I want to find out what fucked up shit Garnet is going through because I feel like hers is probably gonna be the most fucked up of the lot. Like I don't even think I WANT to find out what shit she's carrying in her head. I mean....like, fuck all of these people need therapy & a hug.

Anyways Pearl was definitely being shitty by the halfway mark (I mean what she said to Steven was legit fucked up I ain't gonna lie, like, damn, you said that to a CHILD, Pearl. Holy shit. I get that you're upset about the wife thing but he's literally a child I think he's probably upset about his mom being gone just as much as you are.) but y'know-

Okay quick side note: Amethyst I get that Pearl was being shitty but you have no right to be talking shit about her like you didn't just do some pretty fucked up shit just a couple episodes ago. Neither of y'all are in ANY position to be acting all high & mighty. Pearl just SAID something but you straight up fucking used your transformation magic to torment a man about his dead wife. You don't have any fucking high ground here girl. Garnet is the only one of you that has any room to be acting above it. She hasn't done anything like that so far so she's the only one that gets to talk shit. Sit tf down ma'am.

ahem, anyways Amethyst was being shitty too just a bit ago. And like I said then: when you're that mentally fucked it leads to that kinda behavior. It's not an excuse but it does mean you know there's a legit reason for why they'd act out like this. And it's not entirely their fault that they have a tendency to be that irrational. But Pearl, like Amethyst, you can tell she felt remorse.

Again, the way they resolve it without a drawn out argument...but instead it's just Pearl openly showing her vulnerability & Steven just showing her a sign of affection. No argument. No yelling. Just a genuine moment of sincere emotion. Steven understood. While what she said was horrible, he gets why she said it. They both miss her. But they have eahcother. I am going to fucking sob typing this oh my god.

Yeah this episode made me cry a lot. Absolutely stellar episode. And the ending was just beautiful.

Further cementing the fact that Pearl is my favorite. I can't wait to see how much the show uses her emotional baggage to rip my heart in half & stomp on it mercilessly.

Second best episode of the entire show so far. Only just slightly behind 'On The Run'. (That one just hit me on a more personal level so it still has my heart by the throat.)

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whoredmode · 1 month

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for the ask game 002 for troy

Send me one of three prompts

let’s smoke cigarettes. together.

How I feel about this character:

i love him. when i first got into sr1 i definitely enjoyed him just fine, but over time just thinking about his role and development and his general character it really turned into a very deep love for him. he’s such an interesting character to me and he plays an important role in my canon for a reason. one of the characters i’ve enjoyed developing and using for stuff the most bc he has a unique position in the context of the story that has a lot of potential places to go, and since the actual games just kinda. ignored him. it’s fun to give him an actual role and arc.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

troyteros is the most obvious. i didn’t even intend for it to happen, but it did and now their relationship and history is super important to both his and anteros’ respective developments. i think this just goes for troy/boss in general. i think it’s a fascinating relationship even just on a surface level. as far as others, none immediately come to mind? troy’s a loner.

i’ve seen troy/johnny before and i’ll say i’m mildly intrigued by the idea but that would have to be a dynamic that would take like. decades.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

does dex and troy count? bc i could talk about their dynamic for HOURS. i love bitches who hate each other and go through hell together and still come out the other side hating. i love it so much. i love how painfully connected they are, how their dynamic is based on the cyclical nature of the relationships in sr1. it’s like they’re both aware they’re trapped in a time loop w a person they can’t stand. it’s so compelling to me. way more than it ever could be romantically, imo.

also! from my own canon. shaundi and troy. they have a minor subplot that starts in saints in hell/GooH side story where shaundi is helping troy become sober. this goes into sriv where she’s still helping him w it. i think they’d end up having a really interesting friendship all things considered. it’s a dynamic i think about A LOT!!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

he’s an important member of the cast?? maybe more targeted towards the how the games ended up treating characters like him and dex. i guess that kinda plays into the next prompt.

ig as an actual answer to the question. i think he was more than happy to quit his job in srtt. excited even. i don’t think he ever had any friends in the SPD, and i genuinely think a lot of ppl actively disliked him. it’s why it was so easy for ultor to convince several cops to be on their payroll and work against him.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

i wish he got an actual conclusion. like he doesn’t have to appear in every game, but holy shit i hate how sr2 handles him. he should’ve had an actual confrontation w the boss, not just relegated to homie you get after completing an activity. where is their reunion? where is their conversation? there’s a million things left we deserve to see w him and the saints and we get none of it.

also a bit of a nitpick but. like i have him do in my canon, i think in sr2 if you call him for help he should be disguised or in normal clothes. like be serious. no way in hell he or the boss should be fine w him all dressed up like that while they go commit crimes

My OTP:

for him? troyteros. like hands down. no contest. there’s a reason they seem to get together in like all my AUs.

My crossover ship:

not really a crossover person….does santo ileso blues count as a crossover bc it features the reboot….can i count it in this case so i have an answer and say him and jimrob have a vague friendship. like the one friend he’s made in santo ileso after 10 years.

A headcanon fact:

like all my family lore for him. he’s the youngest of his family. has an older brother and sister. anteros saw a picture of his brother once and was like oh i could’ve had this bradshaw……..

#could’ve had the big muscular bradshaw who owns a construction company instead he got the depressed one that smells like cigarettes��..#asks #anon #thank you!

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inactivegaz · 8 months

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you can see me as a secret mission

pairing: kyle “gaz” garrick/oc (vaughn "cowboy" ballinger) fandom: call of duty wc: 1,197 note: all of these little scenarios have been swirling around in my brain for the last couple of weeks so if it feels disjointed, that's why. also it's 3 am. once again thank u to taylor swift simply for releasing i can see you from the vault bc that song is SOOOO vaughngaz

when each person on the team found out about cowboy & gaz

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GHOST In Las Almas.

He was scanning the room, paying attention to nothing and everything.

Next thing he knew, before everyone actually geared up, Vaughn caught him in a semi-empty hallway and grabbed his arm, quickly retracting once he gave her his attention.

"I know you don't owe me anything, considering we met… three days ago," she started with a hushed tone and he was instantly confused. "But between us: you didn't see that back there."

He blinked, trying to recall anything that the agent could be referring to. As he towered over her, he heard Captain Price calling everyone to round up. "See what?"

Clearly she misread his question as a playful agreement as she smirked and gave him a playful smack on the arm, "very good. Thanks, Lieutenant."

He shook his head as she walked back to the group, standing next to Sergeant Garrick and whispering something to him, while minimally gesturing towards the superior officer.

Ghost walked in the room, puffing his chest out as he took his place beside Alejandro as he and Price debriefed everyone once again before they took back the base. He made brief eye contact with Gaz as he tried to recall what he may have seen and once Gaz noticed they were making eye contact, he made a face, then it clicked.

Holy shit, Garrick was kissing the agent.

LASWELL A few weeks after it started.

How could she not know? She spent more time with Vaughn than anyone else on the job.

Kate knew her agent and Price's new protégé hit it off back in Paris, but she didn't realize it would wind up leading to anything. Vaughn always said she was too into her work and shrugged off the idea of having a partner.

But that changed three and a half months after Paris. After a four week leave that Ballinger scheduled because she worked so many long jobs for over a year and felt she needed a break.

Laswell didn't mean to snoop, she truly thought she was doing a good deed when Vaughn left for lunch out of office, accidentally leaving her phone on the chair opposite Laswell's desk along with her wallet.

Kate sighed and placed the younger woman's personal effects neatly on her desk, she'd be back for them.

In a moment of silence as she clicked through emails, contemplating calling her wife, there was a loud ding and the phone lit up.

She didn't mean to look, to read the text that popped up from a contact called KG reading: "got home alright, love. call tonight?"

Laswell quickly flipped the phone over and slid it over to the edge of her desk, hoping Vaughn wouldn't notice that her supervisor moved it from its original place.

Within a minute there was a quick knock on the door and then Vaughn peeked her head in, "sorry," she chuckled as Laswell waved her into the room, "I left my phone."

PRICE About a week after Laswell.

Kate informed him on their regular-but-also-incredibly-irregular lunch meet that she believed that their subordinates may have been getting intimate. He shrugged and brushed off the information with a gruff laugh, "they're young and in similar fields, I'm sure it's not anything serious."

"London is a bit far for just a booty call, John."

"They're young and stupid then." He brushed it off. It was really none of his business, especially if it wasn't affecting their professional lives.

The Captain could read his Sergeant pretty well, so when he (Gaz) had an extra kick in his step when Price informed him that they'd be working with Laswell and 'her agent,' it was noticeable. What else was noticeable was the fact that they hugged too hard and for too long when they met up at their homebase just outside of Antwerp.

Brushing it off again, Price knew well enough that Agent Ballinger was a hugger, it never bothered him enough to bring up and it wasn't an issue, it was just kind of odd.

What really cemented the pairing to him was the night, about four days in, when he left his 'office' and ran into the aforementioned agent getting startled exiting a room that he didn't believe was hers.

"Captain." She greeted, adjusting her posture and stepping away from the door.

"Ballinger," he nodded, "getting some rest?"

She had a long day scoping out their target for the next evening, she retreated to bed a couple of hours ago. "Yeah." Vaughn crossed her arms over her midsection, it was then that Price noticed she was wearing one of Gaz's button ups. "I got up to take a walk and remembered I, um, I needed to talk to Sergeant Garrick about something." Jesus Christ she was bad at lying.

They parted ways after the hasty response and instead of going to his room, he turned around and knocked on Laswell's door, knowing she'd still be up.

"Yeah, I saw her scoping the surroundings. I didn't think she'd be out of there 'till morning." Laswell informed, letting him in the room with a drink in hand.

SOAP When they told the team.

Johnny never believed anything Ghost told him casually, especially if it sounded like it could be considered gossip. On missions he trusted his word. Anything official was believable. But when they were playing pool and after the couple in question got whisked away and his superior nudged him and asked what he thought of Ballinger and Garrick? Nah, not like that.

And six months later? When Ghost nudged him in the cafeteria and posed the question again, gesturing to the couple across the room who were basically standing toe-to-toe, Cowboy brushing something off of Gaz's shoulder and letting her hand linger on his bicep just a bit too long? Still not a chance.

"Johnny, come on." Ghost was more aggravated than he should've been about the situation but he really thought that if anyone was gonna believe him when he suggested that Ballinger and Garrick were messing around, it would've been Soap.

Soap, frankly, would believe that those two were together if it were anyone else telling him. But it wasn't, so he shrugged with a shake of his head, "Ghost, have you met Vaughn? She's like that with everybody."

With a grumble, Ghost turned away and walked out of the room.

It took another two months before the idea was even brought up again to him as they were called into a debrief by Laswell and before she could start, Vaughn stood up from the table and called the meeting to attention. "Good morning, everyone. Laswell's letting me do this, by the way. But we, kinda, had some news for y'all." She greeted, messing with her hands as everyone's eyes went to her, "it doesn't really have to do with this op, but I– we– Kyle and I figured it was time to tell you that we're… engaged."

Soap couldn't help his response and he whipped around in his rolly chair and looked at the Lieutenant on the opposite end of the table, "I thought you were fucking with me."

Gaz barked out a laugh, "you didn't know?"

#this is NOT the fic i was referencing a week or two ago when i said i wrote 300 words on a new vaughngaz work btw #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #kyle garrick x oc #oc: vaughn ballinger #otp: and now i see daylight #k writes

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Y’all will be your own undoing the fact none of you have not even the slightest bit of doubt is rather worrying. what happens if neither is endgame and let’s say Mike is killed off? You can’t say that won’t happen either because you don’t know the same way you can’t say byler is endgame because you don’t know hell even milevens can’t say they’re ship is endgame because they don’t know. Ego is ruining both sides and neither side is correct and shouldn’t proclaim to be.

I'm sorry anon, but I'm not all bylers. While there are a great deal of bylers like myself who have less doubts these days, there are plenty that have mostly doubts. PLENTY. Arguably the vast majority. And for good reason, ie. history.

To be completely honest anon, I don't think you're worried about bylers and their lack of doubts. I think their lack of doubt scares you bc it's caused you to go from confident to having doubts yourself. Why else would you be here on anon all condescending otherwise?

Personally, I'm not even here bc I want to believe byler's endgame. And no offense to those that have went through it, because the whole point of queer-baiting is to basically mock queer fans and lead them on with no intention of following through, but I have never been queer-baited before.

I did however, like many milkvans, go into Stranger Things loving Mike and El under the assumption they were peak romance. I literally skipped all of s2 during my first rewatch to get to their reunion! But genuinely, do we think the show is supposed to be watched that way?? Hell no.

If you're having to skip all of s2, most of s3, most of s4 in rewatches, bc Mike and El are separated, fighting, or broken up, what does that tell you?

If you're having resentments for characters like Max and Lucas and Will and Hopper bc the story has made points to have those characters interfere with your confidence in Mike and El romantically, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're probably watching the show wrong. To be clear, if you have resentment for ANY of the main characters, you are missing something!!!

And that was my problem back then when I subscribed to these assumptions, because I WANTED to believe Mike and El were the pinnacle of romance, despite the signs incoming that went against it. And what that meant is I had to hold resentments for all the characters, including Mike and El themselves and even the Duffer Brothers for ruining what I WANTED to believe.

After s3, me, my friends, family and quite honestly anyone I spoke to about the show, said that it went downhill since the previous two seasons. And I do think a big part of the reason why, is because of the Mike and El conflict conflating everything. It felt regressive. And s4 repeating that exact storyline????

It took me a while to even consider byler as an idea. It's not like I latch onto every non-canon mlm ship and just ship for nothing (very few bylers do this, no matter how much anti's need to convince themselves this is the case as an excuse to be homophobic).

I am a hopeless romantic. Doesn't matter if it's queer or straight, I only ship stuff that I feel confident is endgame bc why would I put myself through scenes of something that doesn't feel right to me, merely bc I want to believe it and despite everything pointing against it??

Full serious, IF I was confident in milkvan endgame as a possibility, I would probably just convince myself to like them and provide evidence supporting it, bc I would honestly rather be right? Who tf wants to be wrong?

The problem was it didn't matter if I was initially convinced Mike and El were the pinnacle of romance (I was a child okay, give me a break...). Once I let go of that assumption because of all the doubts I had of them piling up, and took off my heteronormative goggles, I went woah... Holy shit. This show is actually fucking epic. Doubts gone. And the rest is history.

So, what happens if neither is endgame and Mike's killed off? I guess I would be confused, especially because the Duffer's specifically mentioned not being able to kill off Mike in a podcast last year. They gave their reasoning as to why, being that they take deaths on their show very seriously, needing 1+ seasons for them to show the characters mourning the loss. And so ending the show on that exact note, would be kind of a spoiler since they brought it up specifically? Therefore kind of redundant?

I guess, sue me for thinking the Duffers care about the show and put a lot of meaning into it. All of my analysis and theories are based on that assumption. No one's going to change how I think about that, so trust me, not worth getting worked up over it, anon.

If your evidence is all based on the assumption that the Duffers are not that good of writers, that almost everything on the show is coincidental and there's no deeper meaning beyond surface level, why are you even watching it in the first place? You do you I guess, but I just don't know why you wouldn't want to watch something that is more worth your time?

People being confident in their theories wont hurt you. If it bothers you so much, maybe find a way to be confident with your theories after looking at all the evidence from both sides. All sides. Any sides. If you still come up completely indifferent, then don't work yourself up by going on anon and making it other peoples' problem.

If it turns out everything meant nothing, and I was wrong about everything or most of what I interpreted, I will be okay! Because the show went from being about what I wanted to believe, to just what I genuinely believed.

Would I be disappointed? Sure. But lets hope I'm right bc in my scenario the show is epic and everything means something... not sure why anyone would root for the alt...

#byler #ask #queer-baiting is messed up #but I don't think anyone arguing against byler all condescendingly cares about queer-bait #antis are out here depending on queerbait to feel confident in their take on things #if you're just an honest person and have been through queer-bait and are trying to warn ppl who you view as yourself in a way #i sympathize with that #i get it #but there's seriously no reason to target people directly and complain about how their lack of doubt irritates you #like lets get a grip #this is a tv show #if this was a straight ship ya'll would not be out here getting so angry over this and talking all condescending #that's what it comes down to #if you're not homophobic #if you're not holding onto the idea of milkvan bc it's what you want to believe #if you are willing to actually look at all the evidence #instead of just speaking about it like it's an atrocity without actually giving it the time of day #then you'd be a lot closer to the truth about a lot of things on the show #unfortunately a lot of fans have to convince themselves nothing means anything to subscribe to milkvan endgame #and bc of that there's a lot of stuff that they missed #again #if there was enough evidence supporting milkvan #i would find a way to make it work in my brain and focus on the evidence #it's just unfortunate that a majority of their scenes works as the strongest evidence against them

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