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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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i am so in love with your comfort one shots. Can you write one about reader's mom is sick and y/n is worried and chris is there for reader because y/n is scared?

Going through that right now with my mom, she is in the ICU right now ;(

Forever by my side

PAIRING | Fiancé!Chris Evans x Fiancée!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6K

SUMMARY | Your mom took a nasty fall down the stairs, and you're rushing to get back home. You don't have a way of contacting Chris, but when he shows up at the airport to be by your side, you know exactly why you said yes to this man when he asked you to marry him.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Hurt/comfort, mentions of a bad fall, broken bones, lots of tears and even more tooth rotting fluff at the end.

A/N | I'm so sorry to hear about your mom being in the ICU; I wish I could give you the biggest hug! (Or send Chris your way for an even bigger hug 👀), I hope she will quickly recover and be out of the ICU soon! Hopefully, this will be the comfort you are looking for right now, and I wish for this to make you feel a little bit better 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs would be very much appreciated 🩷

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Today is just a regular day at work filled with meetings, lots of paperwork, and even more meetings. This all changed when you suddenly got a phone call from your Dad because he only calls you at work when it's an absolute emergency.

You run out of the meeting room after excusing yourself before picking up.

''Dad? Is everything okay?'' you say when the door behind you is closed.

''Hi Darling, I'm sorry to bother you at work, but your mom just had a terrible fall down the stairs after she slipped, and she got taken to the hospital with an ambulance,'' he says, and the words don't seem to get through after ''bad fall''.

The world comes to a stop all around you, and your breathing gets quicker while the world around you seems to go in slow motion. Your phone drops out of your hand, shattering as it hits the ground below.

The only sound coming from you was a broken sob as you sank onto your knees, and your colleague rushed over to you to comfort you.

''What happened?'' she asks, but it sounds like you're underwater, and her words don't really register with you.

''M-my mom...'' you croak out, and you completely break down right then and there, not caring who sees or hears you. The woman you love and adore shouldn't be in the hospital, yet there she is right now.

''Y/N?'' your Mom asks as she walks into your room. ''Are you awake, Honey?'' she asks, and you stretch as she walks in.

''Mornin' Mom,'' you say, followed by a yawn.

''How was your last night in your parents' house?'' she asks with a big grin and a small tear. This afternoon you're moving to the other side of the country for a new job opportunity.

''Weird, but overall, I slept okay,'' you tell her as you sit up. You love these conversations in the morning, and your Mom was there every single morning without fail.

''Good, I'm glad to hear it. Now, shall we head down for some breakfast before your flight?'' your Mom asks, and you nod. She leaves the room, and you pick up the outfit that you laid out the night before, stepping into it.

''Is our girl ready for our last breakfast before moving to Boston?!'' your Dad asks, and you chuckle. ''Yeah, I am! Hit me with those waffles!'' you say as you sit down.

The conversation over breakfast is light and exactly what you need right now. The tears and heavy conversations would be saved for the airport.

Your parents decided to drive you to the airport to say goodbye to their last daughter, who would officially move out of the house in a few hours.

It wasn't too bad when it was time to say goodbye to your Dad; a few tears were shed, but nothing compared to your Mom.

''Honey, please promise me you will take care of yourself and that you will call me as soon as you land, okay?'' she says as she pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

''I promise, Mom, please don't worry about me. You know I'll be fine,'' you tell her, trying to fight the tears - without success.

''I love you so much, Honey, and I wish you all the luck in the world in Boston,'' she says, unable to fight back her tears.

The two of you fell into each other's arms and sobbed loudly until it was time for you to leave, and you waved goodbye with tears streaming down your face.

This is definitely the hardest goodbye you have ever had to go through.

Somehow you made your way to the airport in one piece, already waiting on the first flight home. Suddenly it occurred to you that you must inform Chris; you can't return to your parents without him.

You realize what has happened to your phone and can't reach him at that moment. When you started panicking about how to call him, you heard his voice through the airport.

''Y/N!'' he shouted, and it echoed through the airport. ''Y/N, where are you!'' he said again, and you quickly stood up to follow where the voice came from.

''Chris? How did you-'' is all you say before he reaches you and envelops you in a big hug.

''It's okay, Bubby, everything will be okay,'' he shushes you as you rock back and forth while you completely break down in his arms.

When you had calmed down a little, Chris went to grab a water bottle and got recognized by some fans, but he politely told them that now wasn't a good time for a photo, but he did sign some quick autographs.

He returns with 2 bottles of water and hands one to you before twisting the other for himself.

''What happened?'' he asks as he sits beside you.

''My Dad called and said she was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, she had a nasty fall down the stairs and broke many bones, and she was unconscious when the ambulance arrived,'' you tell him as he pulls you in for a big hug.

''She's going to be okay, Bubby. She's a lot stronger than she looks,'' he tells you, and you know he's right.

''I'm glad to have you by my side, and I think they would be pleased to see you again,'' you tell him, thinking back to the first time they met Chris.

''Are you ready to meet them?'' you ask, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

''As ready as I'll ever be,'' he sighs as the two of you head into your parents' house. You have been together for nearly 6 months, and they invited both of you over for a family dinner.

''Good afternoon, I'm Chris,'' he says as he introduces himself to your parents.

''Oh, Y/N, you didn't mention you're dating the famous Chris Evans!'' your Mom joked, knowing full well you told them to prepare them.

''Just kidding, Chris, Y/N has told us all about you. It's nice to finally meet the man who makes her look like she's glowing,'' she says, and you have the widest smile on your face.

''I told you they'd like you!'' you say as the two of you walk out to the garden, ready to meet the rest of the family too.

''Yeah, yeah, you were right!'' he says before leaning down and giving you a soft peck on your lips.

The flight went on without a hitch, and before you knew it, you were in your Dad's arms, crying as you finally felt the release of being back home and back with your Mom.

''Darling, thank you so much for coming, and you too, Chris,'' he says as he nods to him.

''Anything for Y/N, and of course, you and Lily, too,'' he says. He walks over to both of you and softly brushes your hair out of your face before kissing the top of your head.

''When can we go see her?'' you ask, and your Dad tells you it should be soon.

''I believe she's coming out of surgery at any moment now,'' he says, and you nod before sitting down with either one of them on your sides.

You reach out for both of their hands, and your gaze is fixed on the door; Chris strokes your hand softly with his thumb.

After what seems like an eternity, she gets wheeled through the doors, and you shoot up, practically running to her with tears streaming down your face again.

''Mom! Mom, I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you when you fell. But I'm here now, and I won't leave your side until you're all better,'' you ramble, even though she's not even conscious yet.

''Bubby, come on. Let's sit by her bed until she wakes up, okay?'' Chris says, and you nod, letting the nurse put the bed into place.

Chris sinks into one of the chairs beside the bed and pulls you onto his lap so you're sitting sideways on his thighs. Your head is leaning against his shoulder, and after all the stress and not knowing, you slowly drift off to sleep in the warmth and safety of Chris' arms.

''Bubby, wake up,'' he says softly after about 2 hours; he and your Dad have been wrapped up in conversations the entire time you were asleep, careful not to wake you.

''Honey? Is that you?'' you hear, and suddenly you're wide awake and next to your Mom's hospital bed.

''Mom, I'm here. You're okay, you took a bad fall down the stairs, but you're going to make a full recovery,'' you tell her while you hold her hand.

''Chris is here too, and Dad as well,'' you tell her, and she slowly turns her head.

''Hi, Lily; I'm sorry about what happened”, Chris says as he walks over to hold your Mom's hand.

''You have always been my favorite son-in-law, you know that?'' she says, and all three of you burst out in laughter. ''What's so funny?'' your Mom asks, and you're just happy she can still joke.

''I missed you so much, and I love you, Mom,'' you tell her and give her a soft kiss on her forehead.

''I love you too, Honey. Thank you for coming all this way to see me,'' she says, and the rest of the night is spent in light conversations and laughter until it is time to go home.

''Do you two want to sleep in your old room, or will you book a hotel?'' your Dad asks.

''We will stay with you, but only if we get waffles in the morning!'' you tell him, and he agrees.

''Deal,'' he says, and all three of you walk out of the hospital and to the car, all in dire need of rest.

''I love you, Chris. Thank you for being here with me,'' you say as he hugs you again.

''There's nowhere else I'd rather be,'' he says before kissing your lips passionately, lovingly.

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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Hello! You're seriously one of the best writers for Trigun I've read! I'm super excited for future works!!! Would you be willing to write some angst? How about something like Knives continously pushing the reader away until the reader does truly disappear. You can decide how they disappear! But something introspective with Knives would be nice!

Anything for my number one fan 💙❄️💙❄️💙 CLOWN 🤡 I can’t believe you want to be down bad for Knives!!!!! Ignoring the fact I am too 🤡 I also can’t believe you read all my works get outta here 😭😭😭 song title is from Labour 😘 Also enjoy, I wasn’t sure where to go with this so open-ended it is!

‘If our love died, would that be the worst thing?’

Millions Knives x Reader

You need to be the bigger person and let it go, you think to yourself as you know you're not going to let it go. Fighting with Knives wasn’t anything new, honestly, it’s been increasing lately. It’s more oh how the arguments went, he was dismissive at best and a childish asshole at worst and you were sick of it.

Not being able to sleep was also making these worse, you don’t even remember the last time you for a full night's rest. Knives coming in at any and all odd hours to wake up to work to continue with his plans. You knew it was important to him, it should be important to you too, but not at 3 am. You wish you go back to the early days when you were blinded by your love and commitment to knives.

You might have been a naive fool back then, but you were happy at least. And now you were starting to have doubts the closer and closer Knives got to his goals you were wavering and you don’t know what to do if Knives figured you out.

Being afraid of Knives was new to, fuck you didn’t know what to do. You were torn, because as fucked up as it all was you still loved him. How pathetic, your door opens with a slam and it startles you more than it should. Sitting up your eyes meet Knives pale blue ones, his eyes always seemed to glow in the dark.

“Come here.” His tone doesn’t leave room for arguments, but you feel like pushing it, him this thing you have. “I need to sleep, just because you don’t doesn’t mean I’ll magically be capable without it” you lay back down with a huff, heart racing as his footsteps approaches the side of the bed.

He reaches for you grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you up, and it brings you to tears at how gentle his grip is even though his eyes are furious. “I wasn’t asking, I am not impressed by your latest tantrums.”

You scoff you try to pull your arm back, but he tightens his grip, it’s not painful but you don’t know what will happen if you keep pushing. You know Knives was prone to violence, but he has never struck you. He probably wanted to, but Knives was complicated some days he couldn’t stand touching you the human you. And then some days he couldn’t leave you alone demanding your attention.

“My tantrums?” You hiss, you step into his face getting chest to chest with him, “if anyone been throwing a tantrum lately it’s you, I don’t want to fight with you Knives I’m tired. Why don’t you stay?” The more you talk the more the fight drains out of you.

He drops your wrist, “if you won’t be of use then I have no reason for you.” He says it coldly and it hurts more than it should, “fine.” You reply, stepping back and sitting on the bed. “Goodnight, Knives.” He doesn’t reply as he turns and leaves, leaving you to yourself.

Getting back under the covers, you force yourself not to cry. You’d deal with this in the morning, forcing yourself to sleep.

Morning comes quickly, you lay there for a while pondering what you should do next. You have no desire in talking to Knives, so you figure you’ll just work the day away. Knives will find you when he wants you, frowning at the thought. What were you a loyal dog waiting for their master's return?

With that thought you force yourself from the bed and out of the room, leaving your mind perfectly blank as you continue throughout the day. Every once in a while, the memory of last night will play in your mind but you push it aside. You don’t see knives today, or the next, or even the next.

He must be ignoring you, hating to admit you missed him. Fine if he didn’t want to talk to you, then you would seek him out instead. Marching through the halls with a purpose, you know exactly where he’ll be, already hearing the keys of a piano. He is still playing when you enter the large room, moving forward to stand beside him.

Waiting for him to finish you speak, “I’ve always loved listening to you play, it’s been a while huh?” He doesn’t reply, and you frown reaching out a hand towards him you call out his name, and he turns quickly gripping your wrist.

“Why are you here.” So that’s how he wants to be, you sigh, “I just wanted to check up on you, we haven’t spoken– “

His grip tightens, and your breath hitches as he does his grip near painful, he stands narrowing his eyes at you, “whatever pathetic human emotions you are trying to convey don’t. You have become nothing but an obstacle to my endeavors.”

You can only stare wide eyes, there is something different this time about the way he speaks to you, and your blood runs hot with anger. So, after everything, this is what Knives has come to? “Seriously? An obstacle? Is that all I am to you? After everything! All I’ve done for you it just means nothing.”

Knives shoves you back harshly, and you stumble falling back and catching yourself on your elbows, he looks down at you as he speaks, “You are nothing to me, a means to an end.” You hate that the tears come, you hate that he’s breaking your heart and he doesn’t even care. Quickly getting to your feet the argument catches in your throat.

Fine

You were done, this was the breaking point you needed out if that meant by his hand or yours. They would never let you escape, no not with you knew you needed to be clever, the weak and pathetic human Knives thought you were. Those who deserted the cause were met with death, you knew that yet you were not afraid.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, I won’t bother you again.” You can’t meet his gaze; Knives doesn’t say anything just scoffs turning his back to you. As if on autopilot you reach out a hand to him, but bring it back grasping your shirt over your heart instead.

You leave and do not look back.

Time is not something that Knives bothers keeping track of, day and night does not matter to him. And yet he knows the passing of time has been slow without you by his side. You’ll come crawling back, it was in your human nature to not leave well enough alone.

Knives presses the keys of the piano, not playing a tune but little melodies. His mind keeps drifting to you, he knew you liked to watch him play, in a moment of weakness he had asked if you wanted to to learn how to play.

And he hates the way your eyes lit up at his words, he hated more how you made him feel in that moment, but what he hated the most is the feeling of missing you. You who was just a human, nothing but a spark in his life that would sizzle out to nothing, and he would continue on as if nothing happened.

Slamming his hands on the piano keys he stands; he turns heading towards your room. He doesn’t need you, he doesn’t. Knives just wants to… well he doesn’t know what he wants and that frustrates him to no end.

Opening the door with our knocking, his pale eyes dart around the room you’re not here. Walking toward the bed he placed a hand on the sheets, they are cold you haven’t been here for a while. How strange considering your constant complaints about needing sleep.

He leaves to continue his search but isn’t able to find a trace of you. He’s not concerned, he isn’t. But he’s searched the whole damn place and nothing like you’ve ever even existed. And for some reason that scares him, more than he wants to admit.

Then he hears the rumors, you fled in the night and didn’t look back. How you probably didn’t get far, no deserter does. The first emotion was anger, at you for leaving, for betraying him. It was the emotion he held on to the longest, then he needed to act. You haven’t been found yet, and when you were he didn’t want you killed. No, he needed you back here so he could deal with you himself.

That’s what he kept telling himself at least, the more nothing came of the search the more desperate he felt for you, now you really have turned into a distraction. He can’t afford to spend his time looking for you, he knows he has more important things to be doing.

Knives forces himself to focus on his goals, pushing you to the back of his mind and this works for a while. But when he’s alone, or can’t seem to concentrate his mind always drifts to you and he hates you for it because after everything deep down he knows he feels something for you.

This is bad and he knows it, he has to let it go so he will for now.

a/n: @hermitagecats Love you! <3

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hellfiremunsonn · 2 years

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Stupid. Eddie Munson x Reader

Stupid

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: Eddie accidentally calls his golden retriever/ditsy girlfriend stupid

(This fic has no smut. Younger audiences are able to read this without any explicit content. but I will still be marking and labeling my writing as 18+)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, swearing, fluff, this is pretty tame, let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1369

Thursday afternoon rolled around faster than you thought it would. Spending most of your time outside with Eddie, picking a handful of small flowers until you had a satisfied bundle of them clutched into your fist, Eddies hand intertwined with your other hand, swinging them back and forth while you walked back to your house to get ready for Hellfire tonight.

Nerves rumbled through your belly so instead of packing up your overnight bag like you usually do- Staying at Eddies after Hellfire became one of your favourite routines. Today felt different, you were actually playing in the campaign Eddie prepared for everyone; usually tucked up in a chair next to Eddies drawing and colouring throughout the game. Eddie had felt bad bringing you with him every time and having you just sit next to him the whole time, so he made a whole campaign to include you.

You asked Eddie to pack your bag for you, knowing it would make you more nervous if you did it yourself. Laying on your bed, legs up the wall, calves pressed as closely as you could get them while being up, the skirt of your dress falling down to your tummy, your full legs bare and on display. The toes of your pink Mary Janes tapping against each other while you attempting to hold up a stuffed bear who was situated on the bottoms of your shoes.

"Baby where's your toothbrush?" Eddie asked coming out of the bathroom.

You stared at him upside down, your head almost hanging off the edge of your bed. "I dunno" You said with a shrug.

"What do you mean you don't know? Did you brush this morning?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

"Yep!"

"And you put your toothbrush somewhere else and forgot huh?" He said knowingly while coming over to give your forehead a quick kiss.

"I guess so" You said furrowing your brows. "Maybe the house goblins took it. You know like the ones in the book?"

"They are quite mischievous aren't they?" Eddie said returning his attention to your pink backpack.

You watched him fold your clothes delicately before tucking them into your bag. Frilly pink pyjamas, soft in contrast to Eddies dark and tough demeanour, a couple pair of undies, a change of clothes for tomorrow along with your sketchbook and glittery pencil case.

"Alright you're all set sweets, ready to head out?"

You frowned lightly but still sat up, letting the blood rush back down to the rest of your body before standing up. Taking eddies outstretched hand and following him back downstairs to his van.

The drive to your old high school was quick, just down the road from your own home, giving you not enough time to calm your nerves.

You twirled around the drama room humming to a song while Eddie began setting everything up. Copies of characters sheets, extra sets of dice, a sharpened pencil at each seat along with a few seats of lined paper just incase anyone needed to write anything down. He was always so diligent with everything he did, and constantly over prepared.

"You alright? You seem quiet" Eddie asked breaking you out of your thoughts.

"I'm nervous" you said honestly, never one to truly lie about your emotions. Eddie came over to you, hands encircling around your waist, warm and protective. He looked down at your concerned face, big doe eyes with thick lashes, a small pout forming on your lips.

"Whatcha nervous for?"

"What if they don't like me" biting your lip and avoiding his gaze.

"They know you already, they love you, you know that" He said reassuringly.

Your heart raced a little bit faster as you could hear the rest of the group coming loudly down the hall. Your words coming out in a rush. "B-but what if I mess somethin' up? What if they don't like playing with me"

Eddie rolled his eyes "Don't be stupid, you k-" You cut him off with a shove, squirming out of his arms and to the door of the room. Tears falling quickly down your eyes.

"Babe what happened?" Eddie said confused, following hot on your heels, reaching for your shoulder but you shrugged it off, flinging the classroom door open till it smacked the shelf on the other side, the uncomfortable looking teens on the other side of the door unsure of what to do as you brushed passed him with a hiccup. "Fucking shit" He mumbled, pushing past the gaggle of kids. "Just set up your shit guys, I'll be back" Eddie said with a rush, jogging to catch up to you shortly after you pushed through the school doors.

"Baby wait!" He reached for your wrist, holding it tightly to stop you from walking, tugging at it to turn you to face him. Your cheeks pink and splotchy from your tears, your lip wobbled when you looked at him. "Baby what's got you so upset"

You yanked roughly against his hand that held your wrist. "You!" You shouted. "Y-you called me stupid" You said with a choked, your other hand coming up to wipe at your nose.

Eddies tensed shoulders dropped, realization coming over him. Upset at himself for using the word towards you even if you didn't mean it the way so many other people did towards you.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that" His grip on your wrist loosening. Bringing his hands up to the base of your neck, thumbs on each sides of your cheeks while they attempted to brush away the rapidly falling tears. "I should have said 'silly' instead, I'm so sorry baby"

"M'not stupid Eds" you sniffled.

"I know my love, I know you're not stupid, you're one of the most brilliant people I've ever met I promise okay? I'm sorry" His eyes searched yours, hoping that you accept his apology. He felt so guilty he let the word slip, normally using any other word he could think of as a replacement.

"People think I'm stupid because I don't have a good memory, and I-I know I'm not always there in my own head, but it's cause I'm thinking about a million things at once!" You huffed.

"I know baby, you don't have to prove yourself to me, I know how smart you are, and what you're capable of, I've seen it, I've seen you" His eyes searching for yours once more. "Can I give you a hug please?"

You didn't give him time to wait, throwing your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shirt. He sighed in relief, his hands wrapping around your back tightly, pressing his nose into your hair, breathing in your cucumber and lavender shampoo.

After a few moments you leaned back to look at him, taking your thumb and wiping gently across his wet lashes. His own eyes watery, seconds away from guilt filled tears rolling down his cheeks, but you wouldn't allow it, seeing him cry would make you crumble.

"Could you ever forgive me?" He said with a small smile and you giggled, looking away from him and across the dark parking lot, noticing how long you had been out here.

"Course I can, but don't say it ever again okay?" Looking back up at him with those big eyes.

"Never" He said spotting your head with kisses. "Never" a kiss "Ever" a kiss "Ever!" he yelled the last one, his hands roaming down your sides, tickling at your waist until he had you doubled over with laughter, trying to wiggle out of his torturous hands.

"I surrender!" You yelled, holding your hands up, huffing out the words admit your giggles. "Truce?" You ask, holding your hand out.

"Truce" he agreed, taking your hand in his and pulling it to his lips to press the daintiest of kissed to the back of your hand.

The doors of the school creaked open and an awkward looking Mike peaked out with a wave. "Uh, just coming to see if everything was good, and uh" he scratched the back of his head. "If you guys were coming back"

"We'll be right in Wheeler" Eddie said giving him a salute before leaning down to envelop your lips with his.

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malarkgirlypop · 14 days

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Love BoB and love your works! If you feel so inclined to help me…I would love a fix it fic where the reader somehow gets Muck out of the foxhole before they get hit in Bastogne. I just want to feel ok again. Just did my rewatch of Breaking Point 😔

I just want to feel ok again (Skip Muck x F!Reader)

So lovely @i-guess-im-hecking-gay came up with this amazing idea of a "fix it fic". And you know what I actually do feel better after writing this. So I hope you all enjoy not being sad.

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters.

if anyone wants to be tagged in my work please let me know.

“Will you scoot over!” I pushed back against Skip who had fallen asleep half on top of me.

“Skip!” I said in a hushed yell. I was supposed to be watching the line but that was hard when my body was being dragged back down into the hole by his dead weight.

“Huh? What?” Skip yawned sleepily stretching his arms over his head.

“Warren Muck if you don’t get your ass off me in two seconds, I will knock you over the head with my gun.” I whispered angrily at the man.

“Aw Y/N I love it when you get all mad.” Skip teased poking me in my sides.

“Would you quit it!” I slapped his hand away trying my best to focus on my task at hand. How I had ended up on the other side of the world sitting in a foxhole in the freezing winter, I had no idea.

Skip and I had known each other forever. Two peas in a pod our mothers used to say, but I thought it was more, I was stuck in the pod with the most annoying pea in the world.

When Skip told me he had signed up I had marched right over there after him and done the same. See I was the stronger out of the two of us and I couldn’t let my friend get beaten up without me.

Luckily enough we were sectioned in the same Company, I had written a strongly worded letter about how much of an asset I would be to the team. I think they had let me join as a joke, not taking me very seriously. But I proved them wrong nonetheless.

So now here I was being half squished by my idiot friend in the middle of freezing cold woods on a standoff with the Germans.

“Stop fighting!” I was tackled from the other side as Penkala dove into the hole.

“Alex!” I cried trying to get out of the dog pile the men had squashed me into.

“I am trying to hold the line would you fuckers piss off!” I huffed in annoyance trying to keep my eyes on the misty scene before me. Not like I could see much anyway, the snow and mist hung so low I could barely see the ground 5 paces ahead of me.

“Alex come on, the girl has a serious job to do.” Skip teased trying to get his cold fingers under my scarf where I was somewhat warm.

“Yeah, she’s big and scary and going to kill a bunch of Germans.” Penkala tried the same move from the other side. I tightly scrunched my shoulders up to my ears to try and prevent the menaces from getting to my ticklish neck.

“You are the worst holemates in the world! Where’s Luz and Malarkey when I need them?” I fended off the two idiots who tried their best to tickle me to death.

There were plenty of times where I thought I was going to die in this war, and I’m ashamed to say one of them was when Skip and Alex had pinned me down and tickled me so hard I thought I was going to suffocate.

For however annoying the pair were together I loved them deeply. Penkala reminded both Skip and I of our younger brothers, easy to tease and get into mischief with. And Skip, well Skip was the only person I could truly bare my soul too.

We had been through it all, thick and thin, good and bad. All. Most of my early memories were with him, his bright smile and hearty laugh.

He was everything good in the world. He brought joy to so many, he made an impact on people, made friends so easily, everyone back home knew his name and had a story or two to share about him.

Skip was kind and thoughtful. He never made anyone feel left out, the best guy. I was glad he chose me to be his person.

“Need saving?” Luz asked from a squat outside the foxhole.

“I do!” I reached out for his grasp.

Luz chuckled, taking my hand and dragging me from the hole. The pair whined and groaned as I slipped out from between them.

“You’re on watch now, behave!” I pointed at the pair of them like a school teacher reprimanding her class.

I headed to the back of the line with Luz. We arrived just in time as lunch was served to the soldiers taking their breaks at that time.

We ate quickly and in silence, too hungry to talk. I sighed leaning back against the tree we had perched in front of.

“I miss my mother’s cooking.” I said in a melancholy tone. Imagining the flavourful dishes my mother whipped up for us.

“Same. This just doesn’t hit the spot.” Luz nodded, pushing away his empty plate.

“Hey, stop complaining about the food! If you don’t want it, don't eat it.” Joey the chef complained.

“Joey, we aren't complaining. Just wanting things we can’t have. Like a bed. God I miss my bed.” I groaned, I tried to not think about things from home, made me more sad and miserable than I already was.

“I miss heaters.” Luz sighed. I nodded in agreement.

“Baths.” I whined, the thought of sinking my cold bones into the hot water made me want to cry.

“Oh stop, Y/N, you'll make me weep.” Luz covered my mouth, but his eyes crinkled at the sides.

“Let’s head back. Those men probably have gotten themselves killed, their a liability together.

“Tell me about it!” I laughed, getting to my feet and hauling George up, so we could make our way back to the front.

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My teeth chattered together so hard I was sure the Germans could hear the clacking from across the field.

“I don’t think my toes are still attached.” Penkala shivered next to me.

“Is my nose still there?” Skip asked, patting around his face trying to find his bright pink nose.

“Yes your nose is on your face, don't worry you can’t miss it.” I laughed as he jabbed me in the side.

“Oh you think you’re so funny?” Skip sneered teasingly.

“I do! I am! Aren’t I Alex?” I looked over to Penk with raised eyebrows egging him on to agree with me.

“No! I’m not getting in between a lovers quarrel.” Alex held his hands up in surrender.

“Oh!” I groaned.

“Alex!” Skip scolded the man elbowing him in the ribs. “How many times do we have to tell you, we aren’t lovers!”

“Sure, sure. You say that everytime, but I have a sense for these things ok!” We rolled our eyes at the man.

Penk always went on that he was a love guru and could tell when people were made for each other.

I mean when he first met us he assumed we were married, even though we told him numerous times that we weren’t.

“I have a gift and you will thank me for it later.” Alex declared adamantly.

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The Germans didn’t hold back on their onslaught of artillery. The amount of bombs they dropped onto our line was horrific. Countless men were dead and many more injured.

I watched as they carted away Toye and Bill, their legs mangled and hardly attached as they passed me by.

“This is hell.” I muttered to myself as Skip, Penk and I walked back to the foxholes to clean up the debris from all of the shellings. It was time to dig in again, make more covering for our holes.

“It will be over soon. They are talking about having an attack on Foy sometime soon. Then we will be outta here!” Skip wrapped his arm around my shoulders giving me a gentle squeeze.

I sighed leaning into his embrace, it seemed to be one of the only things that brought me comfort. That he was here with me and that we had each other.

Night fell quickly, but somehow the men still had high spirits, even after all we had seen. I guess it wasn’t good to dwell on the bad when we knew there could be even more coming.

We huddled in a small circle as Luz told us stories from the previous bombing.

“You fellas know I got no reason to bullshit you, right?” Luz says, as we chuckled.

“Yeah, right.” Skip says sarcastically.

“Look, I’m not gonna bullshit you. This is what I saw. It was so unbelievable, you might not believe me. So you-know-who comes running up to Lipton. He’s got no helmet, no gear, no nothing.” Luz tells us. “Ah, 1st Sergeant Lipton, you organise things here, and I’m gonna go for…help.” Luz mimics Dike’s voice. “I need to go polish my oak leaf clusters.” The men and I burst into fits of laughter. I shook my head wiping the tears from my eyes.

“No way that is real!” I was shocked.

“All true, I swear on my life.” Luz put his hand over his heart and lifted the other into the air.

I heard someone clearing their throat, we all straightened as we looked behind George to find Lip.

We all suppressed our laughter, biting our lips and clearing our throats, pretending we hadn’t been up to no good.

We all knew that Lip doesn’t like us to bad mouth Dike, he says it brings down morale and it’s not helpful. It’s true but you gotta rant sometimes especially about Dike. I grin at the man as he gets called away by Lip.

“Alright fellas.” Luz looks sheepish as he turns to go talk to Lip.

“Goodnight, goodnight all.” Don says as he makes his way back to the foxhole.

“Night!” I called to Don waving as he walked away.

“Alright roomies!” I gathered the two men under my arms as we made our way back to the hole.

“Penk do you think you could try to not snore tonight?” I asked cheekily, earning a side-eye from Alex.

“How about you don’t fart.” He retorted. I gasped in shock.

“I do not!” I defended myself against the false accusations.

“Do too!” Alex poked out his tongue at me.

“Oh my god, you two need to be separated.” Skip said wrangling free from my grasp and pushing in between Penk and I.

I stumbled forward, looking down at my worn out boots I noticed the issue. The laces of my boot were untied. I bent down out of Skip’s hold, the pair paused noticing I wasn’t with them.

“You guys go ahead, I won’t be long.” I shooed them away.

Normally tying laces was an easy task, but in sub zero degrees with frozen fingers it took a little longer than normal.

I cursed, pulling my gloves from my hands, the night air had a stinging bite. I tried to rub some warmth back into my freezing digits but it was no use. I fumbled with the laces trying to get my fine motor skills to work in the chilling temperatures. I finally got the bunny into the hole and pulled them tight. I paused as a sound pierced the quiet. A sound that sent shivers up my spine.

Whistling.

I didn’t even get time to lift my head to gauge where the sound was coming from exactly before the first shell hit the ground with an almighty boom.

The shaking of the ground was constant as more explosives ripped the trees apart around me.

The dark night was now brought to life with bright bursts of light.

“Shit!” I hollered, trying to get to my feet. I need to be in a foxhole not crouching out in the open.

I got to my feet, trying my best to stay on them as I sprinted back towards the foxhole and I was sharing with the boys.

I could see them in front of me, they hadn’t made it to the hole either. Why were they not in it yet?

“Y/N get moving, come on!” Skip screamed at me, ushering me to move faster.

The men were faster than me, I could barely stay on my feet. I crashed to the ground again, cursing wildly under my breath.

I looked up, from deep in the pitch black sky I could see a shimmer. A black glossy object descended quickly.

It was only a split second of glancing its trajectory, but it seemed like it was heading straight for our hole.

The hole the Alex and Skip were both b-linging for.

“Stop! Wait! Guys!” I screamed, getting to my feet as quickly as possible.

But the pair didn’t turn to look at me, my voice probably couldn’t be heard over all of the explosions and the ringing in our ears.

I dashed towards them both, Skip more ahead than Penk.

Time seemed to still. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my veins and the ragged breaths that left my mouth. I was so close to them, but so far at the same time. I dug my heels in, willing my body to go faster, to work harder.

I finally reached Alex, I harshley shoved the man off to the side. He flew through the air landing on the hard ground. Penk seemed to be confused but I couldn’t stop in my crusade.

Skip had reached the hole.

“WARREN!” I screeched, the man paused before he jumped into safety. Turning to look at me.

I flung my body towards him, hands outstretched. I collided into Skip, knocking him off balance. The force of my tackle pushed up both off to the side, landing adjacent to the foxhole.

It was barely a second before said hole was hit. A blinding light blasted us as we clung to each other, we could feel the hot explosion on our skin and hear the sizzling of our exposed skin.

The bombing continued on, but we couldn’t collect ourselves enough to move. So we held each other tightly begging for the rain of shells to end.

“Holy fuck!” I heard from above us, some of the soldiers stood around gawking. I leaned back, my eyes quickly glancing over Skip. He appeared to be all intact and alive.

“Are you guys alright?” Luz asked, pulling us apart. We nodded both in shock.

My eyes darted around, I sighed in relief, there still lying in the snow was Alex.

“Y/N you saved my life!” Skip said, pulling my attention back to him.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“What do you mean, ‘yeah’? You risked your life to save me.” Skip stared at me in awe.

“Of course I would. I love you. You would do the exact same thing for me.” I said as if it was a simple chore.

“I love you, Y/N, so much.” Skip moved towards me, embracing me in his arms. Skip pulled back and before I could say anything else he pressed his lips sweetly to mine. A kiss that was filled with so much love it made me melt even in the freezing cold.

“And that boys is how I saved your Father.” I smiled at the two small children who sat in front of me wide eyed.

“Mum, tell it again!” They begged.

“No, it is time for sleep.” I bent down kissing their heads and tucking them up tightly into bed.

“Please Mumma!” The youngest asked sweetly. Before I could shake my head no, the other joined in.

“Yeah Mum. One more time. Please!” He sprung out of bed, and flew towards me. Landing in a heap on his younger brother’s bed.

“Are you two behaving for your Mother?” Skip voice entered the room.

“Daddy!” They cried in unison, both jumping up to rush to their father.

“Warren! I was trying to get them to sleep.” I scolded him, but the grin on my lips didn’t play into the facade.

“What story did she tell tonight boys?” Skip asked the pair.

“How she saved your’s and Uncle Penk’s lives.” The older child grinned up at his father.

“Oh yes your Mother loves to tell that story.” I rolled my eyes at my smiling husband.

“Should she tell it one more time?” He asked the children.

They agreed enthusiastically, scurrying back over to their beds and sliding in under the covers.

“One more time and then bed.” I reminded them. Skip climbed in beside the youngest, while I laid with Elmer. He rested his head on my chest and I started the story again from the beginning.

“Will you scoot over!”

#skip muck #alex penkala #band of brothers #hbo war #donald malarkey #band of brothers fanfic #easy company #joe toye #fanfic #bill guarnere #george luz

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Nightmares

summary Elsa's group welcomes you after you manage to escape the clown's grasp, but nightmares still follow you every night. Jimmy helps with that.

tags short, set in s4 of AHS, female reader (but barely specified)

word count 658

a/n Since Netflix took AHS down I haven't been able to watch it, so I was stuck ok season 3 for like a year... Since I'm quite deprived of Evan content I watched the Jeffrey Dahmer show, but that's obviously not the same as Tate, Kit or Kyle :'D found a website on which I can watch and I HAD to write something for Jimmy. He's so cute. Also; I haven't finished season 4 yet

my other account for stranger things/BTS

Your nightmares of being back in the rusty his or whatever it was were more frequent, now that it was clear he was going around wildly murdering.

A police officer had come a few days ago, interrogating some of the others and heavily implying that it wouldn't be heard to shift the blame on them if necessary.

It had angered you, but before you could step in Jimmy had, and assured the officer in his usual dismissive way that they had nothing to do with the murders.

The officers had left in a grumpy mood, not bothering to even pretend to be nice.

After yesterday though, your nightmares had gotten worse again. You were a hundred percent sure you'd seen him again, just standing there with the awfully dirty bag in his hand, piercing eyes fixed on the twins.

You had been frozen in shock, trying to melt into the rough material of the tent. When you were about to tell Elsa about it he disappeared, every hint of him ever being there gone.

Waking up in a cold sweat was normal by now - if you were able to rest at all. Sighing, you drag your hands across your face before getting up.

It was close to 2 AM and the full moon shone brightly on the caravans before you.

You went around yours - you'd been lucky they had one left, otherwise you would've been forced to share one with the twins - and sat on the dry ground, staring into the night sky.

"Can't sleep?" You flinch in surprise, turning around in a hurry only to see Jimmy. He'd switched his usual tank top for a white shirt that sat tighter than the tops, a pair of seemingly old sweatpants low on his hips. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, an unconscious habit of hiding them you'd realized recently, and he looked more than attractive.

You clear your throat and try smiling, "Oh, you know. The usual," he knew about your nightmares since he asked you why you always looked tired after your third day here.

He shrugs and sits down next to you carefully, keeping a respectable amount of space between you (though you wouldn't have minded him any closer).

"Have you slept at all so far?" You pick at the grass in silent agreement. He huffs a little amusedly, "Yeah, me neither."

You furrow your eyebrows and look at him, "Why?" He tenses a little and after half a minute of awkward silence you're about to take your question back, when he answers. "The thing with Meep and everything," you may have only known him for a few weeks but you could read him enough to see he was blaming himself.

Without thinking you reach out your hand and lay it on his, hoping to be assuring, "Don't blame yourself, after all you didn't want this to happen. You thought you were protecting them, you meant well."

He turns his hand so he can hold yours, slowly and carefully as if leaving you space to back away again. It was truly devastating to see how insecure and unsure he was about himself behind all the charms and flirting.

"Don't be ashamed of yourself. Just because you're different doesn't mean you're bad," you tug his hand in your lap and lean against his side. His breath hitches and he looks at you. Silence stretches over you two, though this time it's comforting.

When he breaks it, it's with a question. "Uhm, you wanna sleep.with me tonight? Maybe you can sleep if you're not alone… you don't have to, of course, but you know."

He does the sweet smile he always does again and you almost coo out loud, before his suggestion sinks in and you grin as well. "Sounds great."

#evan peters x reader #evan peters #jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #american horror story #ahs freakshow

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whomstress · 6 months

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What it Takes to Feel Real (Part 2)

[Part 1] So this was only supposed to have 2 chapters but I can't help myself and took advantage of my chronic insomnia and wrote until 5 am to finish this chapter. The next next fic I write after this will be very wholesome promise, but this ones a major angst if you couldn't tell from the last chap lol. SO anyway next chapters last one! Oh and it's a doozie.

It’s been a year of being on and off, and eventually a fully fledged couple, to get him to really open up to her. She was his confidant, and he was hers. But it was different with him. Ragatha, though really not liking to bother anyone in the slightest, did occasionally let someone know if she was a little bit down or worried about something if someone had caught on. She’d gotten better at it since being with Jax, but she's still a people-pleaser at heart, rarely wanting anyone to worry for her.

Jax, on the other hand, never gave the slightest clue to his being in a bad place. Sure, he didn’t hide it when he was annoyed or angry, but anything deeper than that, and if someone even mentioned it to him, he’d find a way to make them back off as quick as he could.

Ragatha had always been different about it, though. As much as he wanted her to back off, especially when they were not as close, she may have stopped asking verbally but made sure to be watching him from the corner of her eye, and if things got worse, she made sure to check on him even if he hated it. He appreciated it.

Well, for the most part, when she finally got through to him, he would “allow” her to comfort him. He’d let her into his room or come into hers, most of the time at some hideous time in the middle of the night, where not a soul could see them, and sit silently in his presence. Every time he wouldn’t say a word and wouldn’t let her touch him, besides once or twice, they would stay as completely still as possible. But he would let her lay on the bed, not too far from her, sitting on the floor against it, and slowly let his tense body relax in her company. He’d sometimes allow her to sing soothing songs, all as he stared blankly at the wall, like he was looking beyond all this and nowhere at all. She appreciated when he did because he would relax faster, and depending on how bad his mood was, he would too.

She eventually realized that what had really comforted him the most was that he just didn’t want to be alone. She had no idea what he was thinking about the long, mostly silent nights. She was there, relaxing barely an inch at a time, but she was happy she could help him. Helping people and helping him made her feel useful. As if she was needed, and it made her alive and made her feel human again.

At times, Ragatha truly didn’t like him, and she was sure his feelings were mutual. Still, they understood each other like no one else.

They were two sides of the same coin. Even if it was for the opposite reasons, neither wanted others to worry about them. Both engaged with the fellow characters more than anyone else because focusing on other people allowed them to ignore what was going on with themselves. Keeping other people at arms length while refusing to live alone. Because of this, they saw through each other like a window. They both constantly needed to be reminded of what was real and what was fake.

When no one else had a single clue, they only needed to see the slightest crack in each other's mask to know something was wrong. They were so different and yet so similar. She supposed that’s why they got together; opposites attract.

Finally, when they were together, she allowed him to comfort her. She knew it had always been a surprise to him how the girl, who couldn’t go a single day without checking in on someone, pushed people away from herself so far when she was down. So, when she finally came to him for a change, he made a joke if she was sure, and she almost left, causing him to roll his eyes and literally drag her back in.

Unlike him, she needed touch, warmth, and something to hug; even when she was alone, she’d hold a pillow of plushie for dear life. He was definitely uncomfortable with this, never being one to like this sort of touch, but sooner or later they fell into a familiar pattern. She started spending more nights than not, sleeping in his room wrapped in his arms. It even became a favorite pastime. Not needing to sleep, they really never felt physically tired before, so the deep desire to be drifted to sleep by the comfort of his warmth was one of the few luxuries she’s had since she’s been here. She’d occasionally wake up to find him blankly staring at her with a relaxed expression, studying her face. Which was kind of weird but also endearing if she was being honest.

However, as wholesome as that was, they were still adults. Adults with needs and wants that would be highlighted when their bodies were intwined and their kisses turned from soft to passionate. Ragatha knew Jax had always made crude jokes, but she tried to never acknowledge them before. Not until she knew they weren’t quite jokes anymore, from the way his eyes bored into her when he made them. He was testing the waters and asking if she would let him swim. Without going into detail because, well, she doesn’t think that’s possible from how she turns into a blushing, bumbling mess at even the mention of the stuff. Things between them escalated.

It was after three months of them. Ahem, as they were getting “busier.” Before the news of her lifetime came.

She wanted to tell Jax the second she found out, hop into his arms with what she believed to be great news, and have him spin her around and kiss her senseless in joy. But that wasn’t Jax; it never was, so she’s not surprised by his reaction.

“How was this even possible? This isn’t real.”’ That was the first thing Jax said to her when she told him the news Caine confirmed the day before.

Yes, not surprised, but still disappointed.

He’d finally told her what it was that helped him stay sane. He said none of this was real, and as long as he knew that, he’d be okay. She did have to admit it hurt when he said it, especially when he’d sat and “wished” it was after an intimate moment between them. Because in those moments, that was exactly what made her feel the realist. Though she did not agree and they had small spiffs about it, she let it slide because if that’s what kept him here, she really didn’t mind. Until now.

“How can this happen?” He added instantly.

Ragatha tried to laugh it off, saying, “I’m pretty sure of all people you know how this happened.”

He didn’t laugh—not even a smirk—just stare at her with a slight furrowed eyebrow and a blank expression. She frowned; she didn’t like that look, which never meant anything good. She couldn’t stand it anymore and looked away, but he didn’t. The silence got to her after a while, and she held a hand over her abdomen and said, “Caine says it's a girl.” She looks up at him to see him studying her face, like he was trying to figure out a calculus problem in his head. She looks back down at her hand and smiles softly. “I’ve always wanted a girl, you know.”

It’s silent a long time again before she hears him thump his foot hard on the ground, causing her to look up at his angry expression. She’s so shocked she couldn’t even get a word out before he marches out, saying, “I’m going to kill the mother!#$@%!" This isn’t right! How dare he do this to you!"

It takes her another moment to realize he’s not angry at her; he’s angry for her. Like Caine, had heard her dreams and took advantage of them for his entertainment. As if he did her wrong. She couldn’t see how he would think that. Ragatha was ecstatic about the news. Call her cliche, but one of her dreams since she was a child was to have a baby with the love of her life, and she did. That and to own a candy shop, but that wasn’t important at the moment.

She didn’t care about the circumstances, and she told them that eventually he was locked back in his room in a “time-out” after apparently somehow getting Caine to open the basement and pushing him in. It took her a long time, but after he accepted, she really wasn’t upset and saw how genuinely happy he was about everything. Looking forward to their baby more and more every day. He calmed down. And they mostly stopped trying to murder Caine.

No matter how much he helped or was careful with her, she knew his feelings were all messed up about everything. She had to ask him to stop saying out loud how strange all her symptoms were if she wasn’t even “really” pregnant. She knew it helped him, and maybe it was her hormones, but she really couldn’t put up with things like she used to. Especially when the father of her child keeps telling her that the aches, pains, and literal kicks growing inside her every day aren't “real.” Not a single soul couldn't tell her this was real. She knew what she felt; she was going to be a mother. No one could deny that.

As much as Jax was grossed out, he was there for the whole birth, allowing Ragatha to practically crush his gloved hand into cartoon silt. He joked more than usual, she supposed, because he was nervous. It was comforting to see that the only other people in the room were medical staff. Ai’s Caine had no faces and could somehow still talk. It was beyond creepy, but Ragatha barely had time to complain. She tried to have Pomni and Gangle come as her best friends, but Ponmi instantly fainted the moment the doctor went to check on her. Jax rolled his eyes, calling her a surprisingly bigger wimp than Gangle, who had to physically drag the other girl out. Ragatha was still happy; she tried her best when she warned that this might happen.

Their daughter was finally born, and Ragatha happily cried at how beautiful she was holding the newborn to herself, like she was the most precious thing in the world. Which she was.

As ironic as it was, they named her Marionette when they finally got to see her for the first time. They had other names planned, but for the little purple pastel rabbit girl with the sweetest curls on her head, who looked like a custom doll, the name was all too fitting.

She was everything Ragatha wanted and more. Her pupils were the cutest little blue buttons; she had no nose, but still, her face was mostly human-looking. Her fur was as soft as a real rabbit, like Jax, and the itty-bitty curls on her head matched Ragatha. She hushed her baby as she cried until she calmed down. Fianlly was able to kiss her head and feel her warmth and breath against her. She was finally able to hold her beautiful baby, which had been growing inside her for the last nine months. She was a mother; this was her baby, she had made out of love. Nothing could ever change that.

Jax, though looking fondly at them, snapped her out of her thought, saying, “Jesus, Ragatha. How are you crying louder than a literal baby? That’s the only thing she knows how to do.”

She laughs at that. “Okay, okay, that’s fair. But, just look at her, Jax!”

“I am,” he said, but there was something about him she only noticed now. He may have had a lazy smile on his face, but his whole body was tense as a slab of stone, and he was standing only as close to her as possible to not cause suspicion. His arms were tightly crossed at his chest, like he was scared to touch anything.

A frown slowly went to her lips, devastation coming over her. “What’s wrong?”

He looks like he desperately wants to say something, but still looking at Marionette with an unreadable expression, he says, “Nothing you’d want to hear in the moment.” When he looks up at Ragatha and lets out a sigh, forcing himself to calm down by reading her mind, he says, “I’ll tell you later. I promise… It has nothing to do with you two. It’s me.”

Searching him like she figures out everything with a blink of his eyes, she accepts that whatever it is, he means it. It’s not about them. “Would you like to hold her?" Ragatha asks without thinking.

Jax's eyes widen, but he looks at the little girl again, and then at Ragatha, with a shit-eating grin stretching back on his face. “I mean, I think I deserve it after all the pain I went through today. Seriously, sitting in that chair so long with my hand, ooh, aaah, that's got to be the worst pain I’ve ever felt. They should really do something to make things more comfortable for the people doing the hard work."

Her face is deadpan before he even finishes, and though she’s happy he’s joking, she is too tired to deal with his nonsense right now. “Will you please just hold your damn child and shut up?"

Jax laughs; she uses one of the few words that passes the censors and moves over to grab the half-sleeping baby. "Yeah, yeah, lemmie, finally see this twerpet up close.”

"I’m going to hurt you. I mean it.” She says holding on to the baby a little longer before he coaxes her to hand her over.

"Alright, let’s take a look at you,” he says as the baby shifts a little, opening her eyes a bit more. He looks over her a little intensely, but still with a softer expression than before. He comments and jokes every once in a while about which features are his and which are Ragatha's, but for the most part, he stays silent. As much as she wants to hold her baby again, she is more tired than she’s ever been in her life and decides to let her eyes drift shut as she watches him be more soft with her than she’s ever seen.

She’s a second away from sleep when she sees her baby's tiniest little hand wrap around his finger, and the saddest look fills his face as a tear falls down. She was unable to keep her eyes open any longer. But there is one last moment before her world turns to black; she unmistakably hears him. A whisper of desperation: “Why can’t you be real?”

#mia writes #jax #ragatha #jax x ragatha #pomni #gangle #tadc caine #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #ragatha x jax #the amazing digital circus #tadc #bunnydoll

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ladylovesloki · 7 months

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Something Real: Chapter 21: Final

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language & Smut

Summary: Maza’s fate is decided.

A/N: Thank you all for your patience. The final chapter is here! This certainly wont be the last I write for this little family, I’m currently thinking over some ideas for the next one. Thank you all so much for reading, it means the world to me 💚🖤

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“Maza Issidottir. You stand accused of theft, impersonating a member of the royal guard, improper use of seider, stalking, kidnapping and attempted murder. How do you plea?”, Val’s booming voice carries across the large hall where most of New Asgard’s citizens watch on. You’re sitting with your family in the front waiting to hear what Maza’s plea is.

“I am no more guilty than the false Prince you have harbored in our new home.”, she sneers back at the King.

“No Prince of New Asgard is on trial presently. How do you plea to these charges.”, Val responds strongly.

Maza rolls her eyes, “not guilty.”

“Truly woman? You wish to drag this out?”, Val asks her. She has no interest on dragging these unnecessary proceedings out any longer than they already have.

Maza just smiles in response.

Val lets out a deep exhale, “fine. Have it your way then. Your trial will begin in two days time. Until then todays proceedings are adjourned.”. With her final word, everyone stands as Maza is being led out in chains to await her trail in the dungeons.

Loki can’t help but feel anger towards the entire situation. If he had it his way Maza would be nothing but a bad memory. But, he has no choice but to…behave. You squeeze his hand that has been in yours since you arrived at the hall, “hey, it’s going to be ok. She won’t get away with this.”

Loki smiles down at you, “I know darling, I just won’t feel at ease until this matter is completely settled.”

Thor leans over, “have faith in your King and people brother, we will not let her get away with the things she has done.”

As you are talking, Val walks over to the three of you but only addresses you, “I’m sorry. I know you were wanting closure today.”

You smile at her, “it’s alright. We knew she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I’m not worried.”

Val smiles back at you, “good. This will all be over soon, there is plenty of evidence against her to find her guilty.”

“And what is the punishment when they do?”, Loki asks, wanting to be sure Maza’s punishment fit the crimes.

“Not the punishment I’m sure you are hoping for I imagine.”, Val responds.

“She’s too dangerous to leave alive, you know this. You have seen what she is capable of.”, Loki argues his point.

“This isn’t the Asgard of old Loki. Things are different here, we have to learn to compromise with the humans that live here. They are not very fond of the death penalty.”, Val argues back.

“Oh please. The people of Midgard have proven time and time again that violence and death are more than acceptable options for them to remove a threat.”

“Not in New Asgard. We will speak no more of this until the trial begins.”. Val looks over to you, “I’m sorry but we will have to call you to speak against her.”

“I’m willing to do whatever I have to to be sure Maza is as far away from my family as possible.”, you say confidently back to her.

Val nods and gives you a small smile, she gives a curt nod to Loki and Thor and goes to speak to members of the council.

“Bureaucratic bullshit.”, Loki says under his breath. You squeeze his hand again and he looks down at you. You give him a sweet smile, “why don’t we go home and relax for a bit before we go pick up the boys from school. You know they love their Friday nights with you.”

Loki smiles and gives you a quick kiss, “sounds wonderful darling.”

Thor claps his brother on the back and gives you a quick peck on the cheek, “I will leave you to your afternoon. I will be back for the trial.”

Before he walks away you stop him, “wait! Where are you gonna be til Monday?!”. Thor has been staying in the house with the family since you were brought home from the hospital and to be honest as much as you loved Thor you were looking forward to some alone time with Loki.

He smiles back at you, “I uh… I contacted Jane. She…hasn’t been well.”

You smile falters slightly, “oh. Well, I hope she’s alright. Tell her I said hello.”

Thor smiles back, “I will. Farewell, I will see you soon. Brother…behave.”

Loki rolls his eyes, “oaf.”. He looks down at you again with a smile, “ready to go home?”. You smile brightly at him, “yup.”

To be honest…you were really looking forward to getting him home. Loki has been overly gentle with you the last few weeks. Nightmares kept you up for most nights after you were brought back and Loki was doing everything that he could to make sure you felt safe and happy. But he was treating you like you were made of glass and you were sick of it. You haven’t had a nightmare for a few nights now and you were feeling a lot more energized and quite frankly..horny.

Loki opens a portal to the house and as soon as the door closes behind him you jump on him.

You give him a kiss that he simply cannot pull himself away from. The passion and love you were pouring into it made his heart skip a beat. His cock also had a very distinct reaction to it as well. You break the kiss and look him dead in the eye, “take your clothes off. No. Magic.”.

Loki’s eyebrows raise at your forwardness but all of his thought process was being redirected from his big brain to his little brain and all he can do is dumbly follow your instructions. He clumsily kicks off his shoes and frantically starts to unbutton his pants. You put your hand over his shaking ones that are currently ripping off every article of clothing he had on. “Come here.”, you take one of his hands and walk him over to the couch where you have a seat and he is positioned standing in front of you.

You finish unzipping his pants and drag them down while he continues to remove his tie. He gave up on unbuttoning his shirt as soon as he started and just ripped the rest of it open. The buttons falling to the floor making you giggle at his discombobulation. Now completely naked and impossibly hard, Loki stands proudly in front of you waiting for your next move. You look up at him, “I never got a chance to thank you properly for saving me.”, you kiss the top of his thighs. “For being my hero”, you lick the deep v that leads to his deliciously thick cock. You can hear his breath speed up as you continue, “for loving me the way you do”, you kiss the tip of his cock that is already leaking his essence. You can’t help but start licking him to taste, slowly starting to suck on him the way you know he loves.

“Fuuckkk..darling…you don’t have…fuckkk…thank…me…Gods…don’t stop.”, you’re making him feel so good. He has been so careful around you, not wanting to push you into anything you weren’t ready for. Plus your lack of sleep made you fall asleep on the couch while helping the boys with homework most nights. But right now in this moment, you seemed to be full of energy. Loki takes his hand and places it on the back of your head and starts to massage it, making you moan which sent a shock of pleasure through his entire body. “Oh…y/n..I’m close…wait…wait..”. You remove your mouth from his with a pop and next thing you know your back is pushed against the back of the couch and Loki drops down to his knees in front of you and rips off your pants and underwear. He takes your legs and throws them over his shoulders and starts eating you out like it was the only thing keeping him alive in that moment.

“Ohhh..yes…Loki…just like that…”, you moan. Feeling overheated you rip off the rest of your clothing and when you look down at him he is staring at you so intensely. He reaches up and squeezes one of your breasts and then he moans into your pussy just like you did when his cock was in your mouth. Just as you feel the beginning of your orgasm Loki takes his unoccupied hand and slowly puts two of his fingers inside of you. Pumping them slowly and deeply, the combination of his hand on your breast, his tongue on your pussy and his fingers inside of you brings you to one of most intense orgasms of your life. You scream out his name and before you are even fully able to come down from your orgasm Loki picks you up and places you on your hands and knees back on the couch. He runs his hands down your back and ass, he reaches in front of you and starts to rub on your sensitive bud. “Are you ready for me darling? Are you ready for you God’s cock?”

“Yes! Fuck Loki..please..please…”, at the last please Loki slowly pushes his cock inside of you until he is completely encompassed by your warm pussy.

“Mmm…it’s been too long my love. I have missed being this way with you. Deep inside your hot cunt. The perfect fit for me…yes..yes you are…as if the Norns made you for me and me alone..”, his pace is slow and deep but soon he is pushing you face down and pounds into you. You can feel yourself pulse around him, orgasm number two quick approaching.

“Loki..baby..I’m gonna cum..please don’t stop.”, God you loved this feeling. You never wanted it to end but the feeling in your pussy and the way you feel Loki’s cock twitch inside of you, you knew this love session was quickly coming to an end.

“Cum on my cock darling, I’m close…your pussy feels like a dream.”, Loki’s voice once again triggers your orgasm and as you feel your own pleasure start to dissipate you feel Loki’s reach its height.

“Fuck..Norns…AHH!”, Loki cums deep in your pussy and doesn’t stop thrusting until you feel his cock stop throbbing. “Oh my love, are you alright?”. Loki removes himself from you and picks you up so you’re sitting comfortably in his lap. All you can do is smile and nod while you wrap your arms around his neck. You give him sweet kisses under his ear and his chin, “I’m better than alright. I’m gonna be honest I wasn’t expecting that when I started seducing you.”

“Hehehe..yes well…I have missed you.”, he admits.

You give him a quick peck on the lips, “I missed you too. Come on lets get cleaned up, the kids will be expecting us at the school soon.”. Loki gives you a smile and a quick nod, he stands with you in his arms and even though he cleaned up the mess from your activities he knew you loved showering with him after sex.

By the time you are both done in the shower it was time to go and pick up the boys from school. As always Loki creates a portal directly to there and you can hear the bell ring as soon as you arrive. When Narfi and Vali see you and Loki they immediately take off in a sprint towards the both of you. Narfi throws himself in your arms and Vali jumps into Loki’s awaiting ones. You smile at them both, “how was school guys?”

“Good!”, Narfi responds happily.

“Boring.”, Vali responds dryly.

Loki looks down at his son in his arms, “boring? My son, learning new things is one of the most exciting adventures in this life. How could you possibly be bored?”

“I like my magic classes but why do I need to learn about things that happened hundreds of years ago?”

“Learning from our past is how we create a better future. I know it may seem boring but I promise you, one day you will be grateful for the lessons you learn now. You will be informed enough to not make the same mistakes as the people who came before you.”, Loki explains to Vali. You listen to him talk to Vali so sweetly and for a moment you feel angry with yourself for almost losing him. You can’t help but feel guilty for having more faith in him, had you, maybe Maza wouldn’t have been able to cause as much damage.

Loki creates a portal to their home and gets the boys settled in the living room to start their homework while you cooked. You can’t help but smile when you hear Loki and the boys discussing their work and other things. You’re so thankful that all of this mess is over, all that’s left is the trial and it will truly be over.

“Dinner is done guys!”, you yell out to them so they can come eat.

“Smells delicious darling.”, Loki walks over to you and takes the plates in your hands to set the table.

“Thank you honey. Boys, help your dad set the table.”, you smile when you see them use their magic to do so.

Everyone sits down to eat but Narfi couldn’t help himself, “is the bad lady gone now?”

Loki glances at you and you decide that maybe you should be the one to explain whats currently going on with Maza.

“Well, not yet baby. She has to go through a trial first and once that is done the council will decide what to do with her.”, you explain.

“Oh..but..what if she gets out before they decide?”, he asks sheepishly.

“She is under heavy guard and strong binding spells so she will not be able to escape my son. I don’t want you to worry.”, Loki tries to calm his worry.

“Did you cast the binding spells dad?”, Vali asks.

Loki nods, “I did. That’s how I know they are strong enough to hold her and keep her from causing any more damage. I promise you both, Maza will get nowhere near any of you.”

The boys leave it at that, confident in their fathers abilities and trust in his words.

After everyone is done eating you send the boys to bed and you start getting ready for bed yourself. You’re brushing your teeth when Loki quietly sneaks in behind you and wraps his arms around your midsection. He starts kissing your neck and shoulder sending chills up and down your spine. “I love you so much.”, he whispers in your ear. You smile, finish brushing your teeth and once you’re done you turn around still in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Oh yea?”, you say with a smile.

“Oh most certainly.”, he smiles and looks at you for a moment. “Are you alright darling? Truly? I know this Maza situation is making you anxious.”

You nod, “I’m ok. I am anxious about the trial, I just want this to be over.”

He rubs his hands up and down your back comfortingly, “I know my heart, it will all be over soon.”

“When it is maybe we can go away with the boys. Have a little vacation while they are on Summer break.”, you suggest.

“That sounds wonderful darling, anywhere you wish to go. But for now let us get to bed, I can feel your weariness.”, he ushers you into the bedroom and gets you tucked in under the covers. He follows you in bed and immediately pulls you into his arms, you fall asleep just as quickly with a happy smile on your face.

After a wonderful weekend with the boys, the morning of the first day of trial arrives. You quietly get dressed and help the boys get ready for school. Loki knows the reason for your quietness this morning, not wanting to push you he just quietly helped you get the boys ready for school. When they all arrive at the school Narfi turns to you before he walks off with his brother, “I know you’re nervous mommy. But everything is going to be ok.”

Your eyes tear up a little and you kneel down to give him a big hug, “come here Vali”, you call out to him wanting a big hug from the both of them. “I love you both so much. Have a great day, we’ll see you soon.”, they give Loki a big hug as well and run off into the school. Loki takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, “he’s right you know. Everything is going to be fine.”, you give him a kiss on the cheek and start moving in the direction of the great hall.

When they arrive, Thor, Val and Sylvie are already there.

“Brother.”, Loki greets Thor, “thank you for being here. How is Lady Jane?”

Thor takes a deep breath, “I will discuss Jane’s present condition later. Let us talk of what will be happening today.”

Loki nods, “very well.”

He looks over to Val, “so…My King…when are these proceedings going to begin?”

“As soon as the council arrives, Maza is being collected presently.”. She then looks over to you, “are you ready?”

You nod, “yea..I just want this to be over.”

She smiles, “I know.”. The hall starts to get louder with murmuring voices as the people of New Asgard who could attend took their seats. The council arrives and sits down in their seats, awaiting the arrival of Maza. Val looks at you again, “go ahead and have a seat, we will begin shortly.”.

You take your seats, Loki and Thor sitting on either side of you. Maza arrives in chains shortly after you take your seats. She’s taken to the opposite side of the hall as far away from you as possible. Val raises her hands to quiet the crowd, “alright everyone, please take your seats we will begin the trial of Maza Issidottir.”. Everyone does as they were told and quietly takes their seats awaiting the next words from their King.

“Maza Issidottir, please step forward.”, the guards gives Maza a not so friendly shove toward the steps that lead to Val’s royal seat. “Once again your charges are as follows, theft, impersonating a member of the royal guard, improper use of seider, stalking, kidnapping and attempted murder. You plead not guilty, is that still your plea?”

“It is.”, she says with confidence.

“Very well. The council calls y/n y/l/n.”

You look over to Loki who gives you a confident smile and gives you a light kiss, “you got this.”

You give him a nod. Standing from your seat you give a quick glance to Thor who is smiling at you. You walk up to the seats set up in the very front, facing Val and the council, you kneel before them and then take your seat.

“Lady y/n, please tell us your account of the events that occurred between you and the accused.”, Val’s voice carries through the room.

You take a deep breath and you recount everything that had happened, starting at the very beginning. You told them of how Maza was your server at the restaurant Loki took you to, the story she told her at the hospital, the kidnapping. Once you got to the part when Maza buries you alive you had to take a pause.

“Lady y/n? Are you well?”, once of the council members ask you in concern.

You take another deep breath, “yes, I apologize.”. You tell them about your rescue and you move on to the apple. You describe to everyone the agony you were in being stuck in limbo, hearing most things around you but not able to wake.

Once you finish, Val stood to address you and the rest of the room.“Thank you Lady y/n.”. You nod and turn around to sit in your seat in between Loki and Thor. When you sit down, Loki reaches over and takes your hand in his. You look up in his eyes and can’t help but smile at him, his presence filling you with much needed calm. You look back to Val who continues with the proceedings now that you are back in your seat.

“Maza Issidottir, you will now have the opportunity to defend yourself against the allegations against you.”.

Maza moves to the seat you just occupied in front of Val and New Asgards council. “Thank you My King and council for the…opportunity…to defend myself.”

“Do you deny the allegations against you?”, an elder councilman asked her.

“Deny? No. I am quite proud of the things I have done for the one I love, he will see. When the day comes he no longer has her by his side. He will realize his feelings for me and this farce will all be a distant memory.”

“Then why plead not guilty? Why drag this out?”, Val asked. Clearly irritated with the gigantic waste of time.

“Hm.”, Maza turns to look at Loki, “I will wait for you my love. Forever.”

Loki sneers at her, “you disgust me.”.

She smiles sweetly back at him and turns back around to look at Val, “do what you wish. I will return when all of you are nothing but stories the people of Asgard tell their great grandchildren about. I will return to claim what is mine.”.

“Guards, remove the prisoner. The council and I will now discuss your punishment.”, Val orders.

The guards force Maza to her feet and remove her from the room, the council stand as well and begin to convene with their king. The people of New Asgard begin talking among themselves, discussing the awful things that happened to you. You can hear some of them wishing for a swift death, some just wanting Maza to be locked away in the deepest dungeons in existence.

It didn’t take long for the council to come to their decision on Maza’s fate. Val waits until the council reclaims their seats to address the room, “guards, bring in the prisoner.”.

Once again you hear the sound of the chains as Maza is brought back into the room. The guards bring her back to her seat but she does not sit.

“Maza Issidottir, after deliberation between myself and our high council we find you guilty of all you are accused. The council has decided that you will spend the remainder of your days in the Raft. A highly guarded prison in the middle of the sea, where you can no longer torment a single soul for as long as you live. However long or short that may be.”. As soon as Val finishes announcing Maza’s sentence the doors of the hall open and in walks additional guards, a mixture of guards from New Asgard and the infamous prison. The guards sent from the Raft placed additional bindings on Maza and moved to remove her from the room. As she walks past you she gives you a dark look that sends a chill down your spine.

Loki places his hand on your lower back to help calm your beating heart.

The guards exit with their prisoner and everyone then turns their attention back to their king.

“This matter has come to a close, Lady Y/N, I am truly sorry for the harm that woman has caused you and your family. It is our hope that you all can move on and live here in New Asgard in peace.”, Val says to you from her high seat.

You nod, “thank you My King.”.

“Court today is adjourned, you may all get back to your business.”, Val announces to the room.

Everyone stands and leaves the great hall and you can’t help but feel the relief already. It was really over this time.

Loki pulls you into a hug, “let’s go pick up the children. I want my family together.”. It was a little early to pick up the boys from school but you wanted to have your family together as well. You nod and then look over to Thor, “you too buddy.”. Thor smiles at you, “alright, I shall see you both at the house.”. You all make your way out of the hall and you a filled with instant relief when you feel the sun on your face. You were so thankful this whole ordeal is over and your family remained intact. Loki creates two portals, one for Thor that goes straight to the house and another that leads to the school. You and Loki step through the portal and walk into the school. You sign the boys out and when they’re brought to the office the look of confusion on both of their little faces was priceless.

“Momma?”, Narfi runs into your arms. “Everything ok?”, he asks you concerned. He feels so many emotions from you that he’s not entirely sure what was going on.

You smile and kiss the top of his head, “everything is great baby. Daddy and I want us all together at home. Uncle Thor is already there waiting for us.”.

Loki picks up Vali and walks over to you and Narfi, using his free hand to brush Narfi’s hair back, “let’s go home, we have much to discuss.”. You pick Narfi up and the four of you walk just outside the office where Loki creates another portal to home.

They walk inside the house and Thor is there sitting on the couch, when he sees his nephews he stands immediately and picks them both up in his strong arms. “This is good.”. Narfi must’ve felt a distinct pulse of sadness coming from his uncle. “Uncle Thor? Why are you sad?”. You look to Thor in confusion, you feel guilty that you were so consumed with todays events that you didn’t notice there was something wrong with him.

“Let’s go sit in the kitchen, I’ll make us some lunch and we can talk about everything.”, you suggest. Thor doesn’t let the boys down, he carries them into the kitchen like they were the most precious things he didn’t want to let go of. You look over to Loki and you share a concerned look, his only response is a slight shrug of his shoulders.

You both make your way to the kitchen, Thor has placed Narfi and Vali down in their chairs and then takes his own seat. Loki sits down next to his brother and watches you get their lunch together. You quickly put some sandwiches together and place them on the table in front of everyone, taking your own seat. “Alright boys so first things first, they took the bad lady far away from here, we don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

Narfi and Vali both smile, happy to hear the woman that has been terrorizing their family is finally gone. Narfi can feel the truth in his mothers words and feels the happiness coursing through her. But he can’t help but feel Thor’s sad emotions.

“Uncle Thor?”, Narfi gets Thor’s attention, “are you ok?”.

Thor smiles at his nephew and pats the boys back, “I am alright Narfi, I am afraid my friend Lady Jane is not.”

You look over to Thor with a furrowed brow, “what’s going on Thor?”

Thor takes a deep breath, “Jane is…ill. A mortal illness she calls…cancer?”

You feel a pang of sadness, “oh Thor I’m so sorry. Is there anything we can do?”

“She tells me her doctors are doing everything that they can but she does not seem optimistic.”, he explains.

“Why does she not come here? Have our healers assess her condition.”, Loki suggests.

Thor smiles, “I have suggested this as well but she feels there is nothing else that can be done. I fear she has given up..”, Thor’s smile now turning into a sad frown.

You stand up from the table and wrap Thor up in a hug from behind him. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek, “get her here Thor. Let us look at her. You know we have advanced tech and medicine here thanks to Wakanda. If you’d like I can speak with her.”

Thor smiles at you as you make your way back to your seat, “that is very kind of you, thank you sister.”

“We’ll call her in the morning and get her here.”, you smile at Thor and then turn to the rest of your family. “I think we proved that this family is capable of anything.”.

Loki smiles at you, “Indeed my love.”, he leans over and gives you a quick kiss. “Let’s eat and we shall discuss plans for our future..together.”

You smile at Loki and then the rest of your family, so thankful that you are all together again.

The end..for now.

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arcielee · 8 months

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Yo Kalki here 👋

I absolutely adore your writing - they are soo well-crafted and I love that you have a certain style which is quite rare to find in fan-fiction writings that tends to mimic the style of its own source material. Personally, I too find that extremely hard to capture, and for most of us, we rely on books and TV shows to mimic a narrative style for our own stories.

My ask is regarding the 'writing' and 'editing' stages - so, usually for someone like me whose first language is not English, I tend to plan out a plot and just write the outline (a skeleton of a plot, essentially) without the dialogues. I then go and 'fill in' the rest depending on the style and theme I am hoping to aim there. Honestly, I am still very bad at dialogues and usually rely on existing phrases (from shows or books) to go by. Here, I wanted to ask if you have any advice for making sure that one's writing has a consistent tone and point of view, while still being a cohesive narrative? If it is not too much trouble, could you explain the process you follow when writing and editing your own work? You are under no obligation to answer this question; I understand if it sounds too convoluted.

Also, I was wondering if you write professionally? In addition to fanfiction, I mean. You're truly in a league of your own!! There is another author I greatly enjoy who has their own unique voice in their fanfic writings - @elleinmotion. Their Aemond/OC story is amazing, and one of my favorite WIPs to keep up with.

Hello Kalki 💜 This was so lovely of you to send. I am doing a Read More so I can give you the response you absolutely deserve.

First of all, I just want to say thank you. I pour my heart into every piece I post here or on ao3, and knowing you enjoy reading what I create... my heart is just overflowing.

Also, I was a grinning fool when you said I have a certain style. I just love that. So again, thank you. 💜

For my writing and editing process:

This is cliché, and he is not an influence of mine, but Mark Twain once said it best: to write what you know.

I apply this to my fictional crushes 😂 I research them, study them, pay attention from their mannerisms down to their diction, until I have an understanding [or believe I have an understanding] of them.

Then I daydream dialogues to try and get a feel for how they would react or what they would say in response to my made up scenarios.

For me, daydreaming is probably one of my best tools, but I now make sure I have a pen and pad of paper, a notepad on my phone, so I can write down a conversation that comes to me, whenever inspiration strikes.

Here is some of the random snippets I take down for stories I have posted and stories I am working on. I try to get out everything so it can trigger the memory whenever I sit down to write:

Now, whenever I am struggling with how someone would say something, or if the conversation is stilted, not flowing like I need it to, I will reach out for help, asking my specialist, my beta readers to brainstorm an idea or have them read over whatever monstrosity I wrote.

A writing community is wonderful to have and I have been fortunate to collect these talented souls from the amazing pieces I come across this hellsite. When I reblog, my brain will tuck them away with the thought: "This fic was nifty, they are my Aegon Specialist™."

I have no shame to reach out and see if they would not mind me bothering them with a question about whatever I am struggling to put together. 😂

And whenever I edit, I find that taking a day or two away from a piece, returning to it and reading it out loud is the best way to catch any grammatical mistakes. For example, I read all my stories to my editor, Jaxy:

A beta reader can also be wonderful help, but make sure you let them know what you need when they read it over. And when you find one that is just brilliant, make sure to cherish them, shower them with compliments, get them snacks, etc. They are truly doing the work of the gods [the old, not the new].

For you last question, I do not write professionally. I actually started writing fanfiction around 13 or 14, though I daydreamed about being a published author.

I did do some technical writing and editing for a few years, and then transitioned over to coding, so now I do dev work for an app + their website.

But who knows what's next? Maybe one day I will write a book 😊

#ask arcie #i love my tumblr kindred spirits #i hope you know you can reach out with any questions you may have #i am happy to help any way i can 💜#i also fucking love brainstorming #but i mostly send the screaming possum gif or the little finger gif a lot #but ideas are sprinkled in-between #i promise #shoutout to my beta readers #let me know what snacks you want #you deserve them

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hey-must-be-a-devilbetween-us · 10 months

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Everyone seems to be jumping on this shitting on the writing of Good Omens 2 band wagon and I just...don't see it?

I mean I am a person who values my own opinion and taste, (knowing its definitely not for everyone, I have some acquired weirdness), I'm no scholar but I think I have a fair amount of media literacy, I've been to a few classes and in some advanced creative writing when I was in high school and I've just ya know, read a lot of books and a lot of books about writing so like...

Idk maybe I need to go back and watch it again with a more critical eye and less of a fanatical eye, but I've read Good Omens many times, and I've watched the first season many times, and to me S2 seemed to be pretty on-par with the quality of writing we've seen so far, nothing jumped out at me as low quality?

Its just a different kind of story, the stakes weren't as high, we're starting literally in the middle (you can see that without anyone having to tell us) and the expectations being built up of how close Crowley and Aziraphale have become in comparison to Gabriel and Beelzebub and Nina and Maggie, and maybe the subversion of 'oop they're actually getting split up' was maybe obvious, but wasn't it supposed to be? Isn't that what the bridge season 2 is supposed to be, leading to how they start the true sequel split up?

Sure it was very fanservice-y but that's because its...truly for the fans, I don't see anything wrong with that.

I think a lot of you guys aren't remembering that Good Omens was always a book built around two buddies sending each other bits and pieces of a story through a floppy disk in the mail with the express goal of making the other ring them on the phone to laugh until they cried.

Good Omens has always been pretty cheesy and punny and goofy and playing off 'wow being human is weird, lets put a lens on that' with a great dash of wit and sarcasm and affection in there, sure some bits are pretty exciting but that's just the bookends of all the lovely nonsense, but well crafted nonsense, like a fairy tale almost.

I'm not trying to start a flame war or anything (though I'm not anyone I doubt anyone will care), but I've seen a lot of posts mocking fans who enjoyed the second season and making fun of fans sending Neil Gaiman asks being all excited and just calling him and everyone who worked on it a shitty writer and idk it really brought down the party for me, seems a really...interesting take when there's a writers strike going on but idk I don't see why people have to be so mean and callous about our silly religion fanfiction show but that's probably expecting too much out of the internet.

That's not to say I'm gonna sit here and say you have to like it and think its perfect because that's silly, its not perfect, everyone has different tastes, and of course its okay to make jokes about writing goofs, people have been making fun of Good Omens in the Good Omens fandom since its publish date.

I just genuinely don't see the quality dip, it seems like the same Gaiman Pratchett-y Goodness I've known, just new and more of it, with more modern jokes.

If anyone wants to have some friendly discourse I might not always reply to this thread but my asks should be open I just wanna understand where everyone is coming from, if anyone has some insight on the consensus that its 'bad writing.'

#good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #am i asking for trouble?#am i going to regret this?#fuck it #this is not about the magic trick post btw #i think that post is good they just never really said...why it was bad?#i'm just confused

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and-claudia · 1 year

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The End of The World (Crosshair x gn!reader)

Word Count: 748

Warnings: ANGST, no happy ending, mentions of not wanting to live anymore (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE TRIGGERED BY THIS)

Based on the song: End of the World by Skeeter Davis

Week 1: It’s been 5 days, one whole week since we left Crosshair on that platform. Before it was easy to keep going because I had a goal that I was working towards. I was working towards getting him back, saving him, bringing him home. But now… now that he was truly gone, I had nothing. Crosshair was my everything. He was my light. Without him, it felt like everything would stop, but it hadn’t, it still hasn’t and it won’t. Right now as I sit here and write this, on the beach some random planet I’ve lost track of, the sun is still shining down on me, mocking me with its cheerful warmth. The waves still rush the beach and crash onto the shore. I wish there was a way I could tell them that my world was over, that they could stop. The Crosshair I knew was gone, and with him so was his love.

Week 5: Five weeks, 25 days. How had it been so long? Perhaps all the missions we were running for Cid were distracting me from the time. But now that we had a small break, everything came rushing back. My world was ending once again, but, just as before, it was only for me. Nothing else slowed. The birds still sang their all-too-cheery songs as that happily in their trees. At night the stars still glowed, just as they had on all the night Crosshair and I would go sneak out to look at them. He would show me all the different systems and stars and planets we could see from the planet we were currently on. I loved watching the stars with him. Now when I look up, I no longer see the stars, I see the pinholes made in my heart that cause me now to feel empty as all the love was forced out when he left.

Week 7: A month. I can’t do this. I can’t keep going on with them. They’re all so seemingly fine without him. Like nothing has changed for them. How? HOW? It wasn’t fair. Echo found me last night, crying outside the ship. He asked me what was wrong. I was honest. I told him that I was wondering why everything was the same way that it was before we lost Crosshair for good. I told him that I just can’t understand how everything and everyone around me is just going on the same way that it always had before we lost him. How were they all okay with this? His silence broke me even more. I asked him if they even cared that he was gone. He said that of course he was, Crosshair was still his brother, but there just wasn’t anything they could do for him anymore. I nodded, deep down I knew he was right, but that didn’t take away the stinging, the emptiness, the hurt, the loss, the yearning.

Week 10:

I was sitting with Echo late tonight in the cockpit. Although I was there physically, mentally I was somewhere else. I was thinking of Crosshair. It had been 50 days since I had seen him. Since he had forced me to say goodbye to him.

“Echo, why am I here?” I asked suddenly causing him to turn to me.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Why am I here still? Why is my heart still beating?”

He shook his head, “Please don’t say that, Yn. You have so many reasons to be here, to be alive.”

I shook my head, “He was everything, Echo. Crosshair was the one who found me, got me back on my feet, made me about of the Bad Batch, made me feel like I was worthy of being loved, made me feel loved… He’s gone, Echo, GONE! My world ended when he said goodbye. So tell me, Echo, if my world ended then, 10 weeks ago, then, why, WHY has everything continued on around me? Why do I waste my time crying over him if there’s nothing I can do?” I was sobbing at this point.

Echo looked at me sadly before standing up and pulling me up to stand as well. Once I was, he was hugging me.

“Because you love him. Not loved, but love still. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to get worse before it gets better… but it will get better.” He said gently.

I pulled back slightly, “How?”

“I don’t know… I wish I did.”

Crosshair Taglist: @fan-g0rl @alexxavicry

#crosshair x reader #crosshair #Crosshair x gn reader #crosshair angst #the bad batch #crosshair tbb #star wars #crosshair imagine

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queenofstelena · 1 year

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hey hey Mae! I have a fic request for stelena. As you write such good fluff so I was wondering if you would write a stelena fiction where they have a child (preferably a daughter because father daughter relationship>>>) and it's the very first day of her school and it would be the first time she will be away from her lovely parents for such a long time and Stefan is apprehensive about sending her to school and is also kinda emotional. Elena on the other hand is mentally storng as she knew this day had to come, so she has to comfort both Stefan and their daughter. Both of them go together to drop her off in school and Stefan is also kinda crying in an adorable way, overwhelmed by the thought of her daughter growing up so fast 😅✨💕

First Day

Summary: Stefan being nervous about his little girl going to Kindergarten. Bittersweet!

Notes: I'm sorry this took me forever to write I haven't had the motivation! I hope you like it!

Chapters(s): 1/1

Warning: None just fluff and Stefan being nervous about his little girl going to kindergarten.

Characters: Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, their daughter Lexi Salvatore and Lexi Branson (mentioned).

Rating: General Audiences

Stefan's POV

"Stefan honey, it's Lexi's first day of school. Which means you need to get up." Elena, says sitting on the edge of our bed.

"No, no it can't be today. She's not ready it can't be!" I say looking at Elena with wide eyes and uncover the covers as I spring up.

"It is today. And she is ready. Now get ready I'll be in the kitchen with Lexi." She says giving me a kiss on the cheek. I watch her leave and think to myself how can she be so calm and okay with this? She's our little girl she can't be going ro kindergarten yet it's too early! She supposed to stay little forever. Who am I kidding no she isn't but still it feels like it's too soon. She's growing up too fast. This makes me think of all of the good times we've had as a family. Like when I taught her how to ride her bike. She was so happy finally being able to ride without steering wheels. or when I made her first pancake for her. Her face lit up like magic. She giggled adorablely after eating it. I thought for a minute maybe this isn't a bad thing but I'm still going to miss her. It feels like she's growing up too fast but that's life isn't? Moving on, it goes by do fast but at the same you don't realize it until the moment passes by.

A few minutes later...

I walk into the Kitchen ready to go. But not truly completely ready for her to leave. But I still give it my all. Even through its first day and I don't want her to leave this means good things too. I thought to myself, today is a bittersweet day she's leaving but it means new beginnings for her and the start of a new day. I smile my brightest smile for her, my little girl, because today will be a good day even if she's leaving something good will come of it, I know.

I walk into the kitchen pretending to be dumbfounded and say "Where my little girl?" I look around as If I don't see her and shrug my shoulders.

"I'm right here, daddy!" Lexi says turning from the chair. I walk over and say "There you are!" I pick her up and twirl her around. She giggles happily as I do this. I put her down she smiles at me with the sweetest look. I bent down and ask "who's ready for her first day of school?"

"ME!" She squeals. And hugs me once again. Elena and I smile softly. Elena grabs her backpack and puts it on her back.

"Come on little lady let's get you to school!" Elena says as we walk to the garage to the car. Elena sits in the driver seat and I stap Lexi in the back passenger seat. And I sit I. The front passenger seat. I'm still anxious but I know she's strong like me and her mom and who she was named after.

After a few minutes of driving we arrive at Mystic Falls Elementary school. We get out of the car and Elena and I hold her hand. Elena bends down and gives her a kiss on the forehead. "Remember we love you so much and we're never far." She motions to her heart. Lexi smiles and hugs her mom tightly. "I love you too mama." Elena pulls away smiling proudly at her. Elena bends back up and I take her place. "I love you so much Lexi. And I'm so proud of you. Your growing up to be such a kind ans strong person just like your mom and the women you were named after, my best friend. Honestly I was a bit nervous too today."

"You were?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"I was. But it was only because I love you. Everyone gets nervous and gets scared of new beginnings, new chapters in our lives. Lexi smiles and hugs me. "I love you sweetheart." "I love you too daddy." She pulls away as she walks into the school. We both have tears in our eyes and Elena speaks up and says "I think we need to go to waffle house that will make it all better."

"I agree."

"Great minds think alike." She says as we walk to our car. Proud of our little girl.

The End

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shiorimakibawrites · 7 months

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Battlin' Jack Murdock Rant

Possible unpopular opinion here but something I think people need to cut Jack some slack on is the Matt doing his stitches thing.

Now I'm not saying that it is a good thing that Matt was sewing up his dad's face. But I am saying that Jack might not many other options.

But What about the hospital? Or Urgent Care? Or a clinic? I hear you ask.

Well, do you know what those things require? Money. You know what Jack didn't have a lot of? That's right. Money.

You know what else he probably didn't have? Health insurance.

So yes, he could have got to the ER, waited for hours since his injuries are not life-threatening, gotten professional medical attention, and a bill that he cannot pay. Yes, eventually the hospital will write it off. But in the meantime, it's sitting on his credit report, dragging it down even further.

Assuming the hospital doesn't turn him away for not being able to pay them. Which, since his injuries aren't life-threatening, they can do. Law only says they have to treat you if you are dying. Which is why people without insurance or money don't go the hospital or even the doctor until it gets that bad.

Yes, there might have low-cost clinics with a slide scale that maybe he could afford. But they might not have stuff for stitches because that's not where people go for that stuff. Or aren't open when his bouts get done so waiting until morning. Or even the adjusted payment is still out of his budget.

Yes, maybe he and Matt qualified for Medicaid. But maybe Jack couldn't figure out how navigate all of the red tape. Or maybe he tried and they were rejected. Maybe they were in that uncomfortable zone where you don't make enough to cover everything but you make too money to qualify for food stamps and other social welfare programs.

I've been in that zone. It's not fun. It usually means you end up putting things like paying your rent and getting enough food above going to the doctor for any reason.

The only legal short-term loans he might have been able to get to cover an extra expense like that are payday loan places. Assuming they considered boxing (and whatever else he might done to make ends met) regular employment. Which they probably didn't.

Even if they did, the interest rates on those loans are truly outrageous. And a lot of those companies (especially prior to 2008) could some things to make your situation worse. Like keep hitting re-sent on the check after they got an insufficient funds bounce from the bank so you get a bunch of overdraft fees. (Currently, they can only do this twice before they have to stop. But they have also been fighting this and similar regulations since they were put in place).

Just saying that sometimes you don't have good options. You only have bad ones. So you pick the least bad one or the one you can live with.

Just saying that Jack Murdock was doing his best in a bad situation. He was trying to be a good dad to Matt. Maybe cut him a little slack.

#daredevil #meta #rant post #battlin jack murdock #being poor #matt murdock

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This might be kinda a weird question… so I’m aroace and I’ve been drawn to the Theoi for a long time so I’ve been on my HelPol journey recently and sometimes like… I guess I wanted to get some general thoughts since you worship Aphrodite? I recently saw a post about Aphrodite Pandemos that was kind of relieving and inspiring talking about love in more broad terms than we generally talk about in society. So I wanted to ask from your experience do you think there would be any problem with me trying to build a relationship with her being aroace? Idk it’s just an anxiety I have I guess and idk who to ask about this.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this!

Hey Anon, I'm really sorry, I just spent like an hour or so writing a very long and detailed answer to this ask only for Tumblr to eat it up. I can't find it in my drafts or anything which tells me all of it is gone now. I will try to rewrite it the best I can. (I actually might start crying because the post was very detailed and labor-intensive. Boo.)

IM SO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO SIT DOWN AND ANSWER, I HAVE BEEN VERY TIRED AND BUSY. BUT HERE IT IS.

I'm glad my post about Aphrodite Pandemos resonated so much with you! That was definitely the intent. I have Very Strong Feelings about how I feel that Aphrodite has been reduced down solely to her romantic and sexual aspects by the modern day pagan/polytheist/witch/etc community at large. This both does her an immense disservice as a god and is emblematic of the western capitalist hyperfixation on monogamous romantic + sexual love. Which we should be leaning away from, not into.

But you definitely came to the right person with this ask. I have never worshipped Aphrodite in either her romantic or sexual aspects.

So, specifically, I am devoted to Aphrodite Areia, or Aphrodite the Warlike. And along with Aphrodite Areia, I also worship Aphrodite Hoplismene, or Armed Aphrodite, and Aphrodite Nikephoros, Aphrodite the bringer of victory.

She has never interacted with me as solely a goddess of romantic love or sexual love.

In my experience, she is truly a goddess of love and war, love for war and battle and bloodlust, the instinct to fight and struggle, and a representation of ALL facets of the human emotional experience, love and hate. And given that emotions and feelings are what make us human, I view her as goddess of humanity itself. Emotions and relationships are the literal backbone upon which civilization and communal living is made possible, and she governs them. No matter who wants to discredit that. And so she is one of the most important gods to humanity as a whole, thought highly underrated (to me, this is UPG)

As someone who has struggled with (and is now recovered from) borderline personality disorder, finding and worshipping Aphrodite Areia has been instrumental in my recovery and my path to an overall higher quality of life. BPD takes regular emotions and regular emotional responses and amps them up to ridiculous, hyperintense, overwhelming amounts. And that is so hard to live with and so destabilizing. Obviously I’ve done copious amounts of DBT and I’m on good meds now, but we live in a society that not only shames the expression of emotion but also greatly stigmatizes any expression of mental illness that is not “cute” or “harmless”. And one of the things that Aphrodite Areia has led me to do is accept my great capacity for goodness and harm without feeling shame. This is the way I am, and while I can choose to move away from being destructive and I can choose recovery, that doesn’t mean I am bad for being this way. To worship her was to love myself in all my facets.

I am capable of good and harm and that makes me powerful. And to someone like me, who has spent a lot of life either literally powerless or feeling powerless, recognizing your power is one of the best feelings ever.

And I’m not going to lie to you and shy away from her association with specifically war and violence. I do enjoy fighting. I do enjoy the parts of myself that aren’t optimal for living in a society with others. I view these qualities as a part of the animal I am, that cannot and should not be changed, and Aphrodite Areia helps me redirect them into more positive and productive goals. My life has not been easy and I suspect it never will be. Everyday has been a fight and I take the parts of me that long for a fight and apply it to getting up in the morning. I throw myself at my trauma and my life circumstances and my struggles with all the tenacity and ferocity of a soldier going into battle. And so far, I have won.

This is also the same impulse that induces me to do shit like bodycheck cops at protests because they won’t hurt me the same way they will hurt other protestors, that makes me yell back at guys being violent and aggressive on the bus, that spurs me on to fight for a better future everyday. Because in order to sustain a lifetime’s worth of struggle towards equity, towards decolonization, towards the end of white supremacy and racism, towards something better, you have to love the fight.

On a TW note, I was raped last year and since then, my relationship towards love/sex has obviously never been the same. She has been a comfort there too, helping me fight my trauma so my rapist will never truly win, in the end. I have also prayed to her to avenge me, and while I have no contact with him, I like to think that somehow, someway, she’ll get him.

So to return to your actual question, I think there are absolutely zero problems with you being aroace and building a relationship with Aphrodite. And anyone who tells you otherwise is, quite frankly, wrong. You just have to find the facet of her that rings the truest for you and your relationship with Aphrodite is no one’s business but your own. To be honest, you probably will be pretty disconnected to most (if not all) communities online and offline for Aphrodite worshippers and devotees because they are all unilaterally about her romantic/sexual aspects. it drives me up the wall and is the reason I don’t engage in any of these communities, because i don’t really have much in common with other worshippers and there’s no value for me in sharing space. i just do my own thing in the corner of my blog/life. But don’t let that deter you if you truly feel like this is a relationship you want to grow and nurture. In my beliefs and experience, Aphrodite is there for everyone, even if people devalue emotions/relationships and devalue her. You can find your own way and you can build an incredibly meaningful worship of her if that’s what you want and need. She has a million different aspects and they are not all about romance and sex. Please feel free to message me again if you’d like, anon, I’m happy to talk more and answer any further questions you have!!!

#anon #anon ask #aphrodite #aphrodite areia #aphrodite devotee #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polytheist #hellenic pagan #hellenic paganism #hellenic reconstructionism

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