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verstappurr · 1 year

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𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ; 𝐦𝐯

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: max verstappen x fem!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: max and prompt “i never wanted that divorce.” please

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and max are divorced and max is getting married again.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of divorce, sad reader, angst, not proof read

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hiiii! welcome to my blog! my requests are open so please submit your requests! we’re not using kelly because we’re not manifesting that <3 hope you all like this!

you were going through the mail when you saw a white envelope with “y/n verstappen” written in golden letters. you frowned in confusion but carefully started to open the envelope. you swore you heard your heart break when you were able to see what was inside. it was a wedding invitation, more specifically, an invitation to max’s wedding.

max and eleonor request the pleasure of

your company to celebrate their wedding

you felt your eyes water and closed the envelope. this could not be happening, you thought.

it’s not like you and max got divorced yesterday.

you and max got divorced because of racing. he wasn’t as present as you and the kids needed him to be, which lead to endless arguments, fights, and tears, until one day your marriage was terminated. but this was over three years ago, and despite that, you didn’t understand how he was capable of moving on so fast. maybe the reason why you didn’t understood how he did it was because you weren’t able to move on yourself.

you had tried everything, and by everything you mean everything. meeting new people, going on dates, god you even tried online dating, but nothing seemed to work. none of those men were him. some of them were good hardworking and loyal men, but something was always missing.

“mama, why are you crying?” a soft voice snapped you back into reality, “hey, i’m not crying, i just have an allergy” you chuckled and hugged leon, one of your seven year olds, “julian and i are ready. now julian is helping emma with her bag” he smiled as he hugged you back.

leon and julian are twins… more like max’s twins, no joke. same face, same eyes, and same cheeky smile. meanwhile emma is a carbon copy of you, but blonde with blue eyes, just like her father.

the twins were only four when you got divorced, and emma was 2. of course it wasn’t easy, but you both managed to make the divorce process as least traumatizing as possible.

“mama! we’re ready!” julian and emma ran out of their rooms with bags in hand, “hey, be careful!” you laughed, “we’re ready!” julian exclaimed and emma giggled, “that’s good, oma will be here in no time” you hugged your children, or like max likes to call them, your cubs.

the doorbell rang, meaning that sophie had arrived.

about a week ago, sophie had asked if you’d let her take the cubs on a little trip to a lake a she went to with one of her friends near the city. after looking at the pictures you couldn’t say no. your babies would love it and you knew how much they loved spending time with their grandma.

when you got pregnant, max suggested that it was better to move back to the netherlands so the babies could be surrounded by their family. you didn’t think twice and agreed with his proposal. you loved monaco, you really did, but there was nothing that could compare to having your family near you.

when you look back at those memories, you’re thankful you chose to come back, because you don’t know what you would’ve done if you had to go through the divorce all alone in monaco.

you walked over and opened the door, “hey!” you smiled, bringing sophie into a hug, “how are you doing, sweetheart?” she hugged you back and came in, you knew exactly what she was talking about, “i’m good” you smiled softly, she nodded giving you a sympathetic look.

“oma!” the three mini verstappens ran over to their grandma and hugged her legs, making her laugh, “who’s ready to go to the lake?” she asked, “me!”

you said your goodbyes and helped sophie get the kids in the car.

“i’ll let you know when we get there” she told you, “sounds good, and send pictures, please” you smiled, “i will. and honey, if you need anything, just give me a call” she pulled you into her arms and hugged you tightly, “i know, thank you, soph” “no problem”

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being the momma bear you were, or the lioness like max would refer to you as, whenever your children were gone, you found yourself extremely bored… but also really productive.

you had been able to organize weeks of work and even clean the house. after you were done with your chores, you went up to your room and took a shower. after a while you walked downstairs into the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

while cooking, you the doorbell rang. weird, you were not expecting anyone today besides sophie. you put the knife a side, quickly washed your hands and made your way to the door.

“uh, hey?” you said when you opened the door, “hey, how are you?” max asked, “i’m good. your mom already left with the children so…” “i’m here to talk to you, can i come in?” he asked, “sure…” nodding, you opened the door for him to come in.

“are you busy?” he asked after you closed the door, “not really. just cooking” you walked to the kitchen, max followed.

max sat in one of the stools and watched you chop your vegetables.

“what did you come to talk about?” you looked up, his blue orbs finding your (insert your eye color) eyes, “i wanted to know if you got the…” “the wedding invitation? i got it today in the mail” you nodded, your tone coming out a bit dry.

“are you mad?” he asked, “why would i be? congrats, by the way” you said, adding your favorite vinaigrette to your salad, “don’t be like that…” he sighed, “like what? am i not supposed to congratulate you now?” you looked at him.

“you know exactly what i mean, y/n” he said, “i don’t know what you mean and i’m not in the mood to fight. i’m tired and hungry, so can i please enjoy my salad?” you asked and he scoffed, “i can see it in your eyes, y/n. there’s something you’re not telling me and i want to know what’s going on” he sighed, “we’ve been divorced for almost three years, but remember we were married for four before that”

you felt your eyes water but quickly wiped the tears away.

“i’m okay, max” you said while grabbing a glass and pouring some juice in it, “you’re about to cry, tell me what’s going wrong, i want to help” he softly said, and that’s when you broke.

“i don’t know max, maybe the fact that once again i’m the one who’s going to be all alone?” your voice broke, “the fact i’m the only one who’s going to come back to an empty home when the kids are spending time with you? or maybe it’s the fact that for some reason i can’t move on with my life but everyone else can! you did, why can’t i?” you were a crying mess by now.

move on? he never moved on. his family knew it, his friends knew it, everyone knew it, he knew it.

he was never able to move on from you, the love of his life. the woman who was there to lift him up when he was feeling down, the woman who would cry almost every race because of how proud she was of him, the woman who showed him a new type of love when he became a father, and the woman he lost because he messed up.

seeing her a crying mess broke his heart, but it also gave him hope. hope that the woman he deeply loves, loved him back still, even if it was just a little bit of love left.

he liked eleanor. she was nice with the kids and very kind to you, but she wasn’t you and she’ll never be you. eleanor was younger than him and wanted to get married, so he agreed. he had nothing to lose, until that very moment in which you poured your soul out to him.

“i never wanted that divorce” he spoke as walked over to you, “and you think i did?” you sniffed, wiping your tears away, “you asked for it…” “because i got tired of giving you signals and second chances that were never taken, max” you sighed.

max felt like shit, to say the least. how could he be so dumb? how could he be so dumb to throw away his family and the love of his life just like that?

“please give me one last chance, i promise i’m not going to fail you and the cubs again”, he sat next to you on the couch, grabbing your hands and squeezing them softly, “max, you’re getting ma-“ “if you don’t want me to get married i won’t. all i need to hear you say it”, he interrupted you.

you were in shock, was he serious?

“i am serious. you know it” he said, almost as if he could read your mind, “please baby girl, i need to hear you say it”, he pleaded, staring into your eyes.

you took a deep breath.

“maxie… please don’t get married” you softly said, eyes watering and lips trembling.

max sighed in relief and hugged you tightly, “i’m never letting you go, ever again” he grabbed your face and kissed you softly.

“i hope you stick to that promise” “you know i will, schatje”

#max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen angst #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #f1 imagine #f1 driver x you #f1 fanfic #f1 driver x reader #i cried writing this #probs i’m just dramatic

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certifiedsnacc · 11 months

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the thing is ted lasso did everything right. they had someone say colin, we don’t care you’re gay, it makes no difference to us and i played it off figured at least they’re showing support, we’re getting that representation & then ted turns around and says colin we heard you and we see you and we care so much for what you went through alone and what you can go through with us bc we’re your team and we’re your family. and we had isaac who was hurt bc colin didn’t tell him and i got it he’s colin’s best friend he feels like colin didn’t trust him even though that’s not who isaac is but then we had colin explaining it wasn’t you and it wasn’t anything you did it’s that tiny fear that’s actually much bigger than it seems telling you this could be the last time they speak to you as an old friend bc they can’t see you in the same way again. thank you ted lasso, thank you colin hughes this episode was everything i could’ve imagined and more <3

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #colin hughes #isaac mcadoo #i cried thinking about this #i cried writing this #im still crying #happy tears

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kalopsia1sblog · 7 months

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“Ants’’

Dazai x Fem! Reader x Chuuya

Voyuerism, Deepthroating, Cum Eating, Orgasm Denial, Inappropriate use of ants, Threesome, Fingering, oneshot

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Being in the ADA has calmed Dazai down from his previously apparent sadistic nature. Now, it only became visible whenever he was fucking you and cruelly manipulating your orgasms to his pleasure. This past time he had pulled you into the nearest alleyway and flipped up your skirt, bending you over and roughly pushing his deft fingers into your wet folds and stroking your clit.

“Wow, so greedy for me already.” Dazai snarkily murmurs, kneeling down to see the slick leaking out of your pussy. You whimpered, pressing your hands against the wall as he continued to stroke and occasionally pinch your nub, almost letting you reach your high. When he suddenly pulled out his fingers and gripped your waist taking away your first orgasms you whined desperately.

“J’ wait a second f’me, okay? I wanna try something.” He grinned heartlessly as he pulled a jar out of his pockets, and while you tried to twist around to see what he was planning to do, he reached over to grab your jaw and force you the other way around again.

“So impatient, just let it be a surprise.” Dazai groaned as you felt a curious crawling over your thighs as a sharp shooting pain went through you. Crying out from the uncomfortability, you felt Dazai’s hands leave your waist as he pressed his fingers against your thighs repeatedly. Looking down you saw ants crawling over your legs and Dazai killing them just to smear the blood over you. Tears leaking from your eyes, you saw his sadistic smile as he took one of the ants and left it on his finger as he drug his hand across your pussy, letting it bite you more before he squashed it. The pleasure of his long fingers mixed with the pain of the bites led you to complete your orgasm. Panting, you didn’t even notice that someone else had entered the alleyway, and was watching your encounter with Dazai.

“Oh? Chuuya, what a surprise!” Dazai sarcastically said. “What, you want to join?”

“You really are a shitty guy, you know?” Chuuya tutted as he walked over and pulled your hair, tilting your head back to look at him. “She’s much too pretty to be your slut.”

“Ah~ so rude Chuuya,” Dazai woefully remarked, as he fisted his dick, preparing it to thrust it into you. “She enjoys it well enough.”

Chuuya rolled his eyes as he stuck two of his fingers inside your mouth, pleased when you started sucking them, the squelching sounds making him hard. His eyes roamed over your body, seeing the ant bites and how they were quickly swelling with fluid. A heat began in his core as he imagined you filled with his fluid. Pushing your head down to his dick, he groaned as you sucked his length, deepthroating it and swallowing his cum. You lifted your eyes and saw Chuuya’s head was leaned back against the wall, clearly about to cum. Feeling Dazai’s rough thrusts into your pussy, your moans were strangled as your mouth was stuffed full of Chuuya’s cock. After he ejaculated, you swallowed his thick load, and your mouth was finally released from the full feeling. You could feel Dazai about to reach his limit as well, and when he cummed, your core was filled to the brim with white. Chuuya and Dazai helped you to stand up as Chuuya knelt on the ground and started to eat you out, his tongue licking deep inside your pussy. Dazai tilted your head up as he kissed you needily, still tasting Chuuya in your mouth.

Breaking off the kiss, Dazai tauntingly said to Chuuya, “How’s the taste of my cum, huh?”

Chuuya glared up at him, white ropes dribbling down his mouth, as he continued to deeply suck and lick your needy pussy. You orgasmed over him, and once he finished licking it off his lips, he replied, “I can only taste her, shitty Dazai.”

In a delirious state, you could feel them carry you out of the alleyway and to a nearby hotel so you could properly rest after having been used so thoroughly by the both of them.

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A/n: Why did I write this.

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai smut #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #dazai x reader x chuuya #i cried writing this #i feel so violated #new fear unlocked #i hate ants #i dont want to write ever again #i say as 20 mins later i start on another fanfiction #this is the first thing i wrote after getting over my writers block #i am so sorry ants

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crayonboxcolors607 · 3 months

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in honor of Part 1 getting 100 likes and like 15 reblogs! (a lot for tiny stupid me lol) i decided to suck it up and write another part bc ppl have asked for it

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART ONE, PLEASE DO SO!

After Robin found out, things were a bit better for Steve. The two of them practiced their signs during slow shifts at the Family Video. Robin showed him a new sign every day and helped him improve his lip reading. It benefited his daily life too. Gone were the days when he had to walk all the way across the store to talk to Robin, now the two of them could have conversations from opposite sides of the store, their hands flying fast as they spoke.

Robin was a fucking godsend, bullying Keith into giving Steve more time off in case of migraines and providing excuses when he couldn't drive the kids around. She begged Steve to wear his hearing aids, eventually telling him that if he played his cards right he could cover them up with his hair, which ultimately convinced him. She'd helped him find a new hairstyle that almost eliminated them completely, clapping her hands excitedly as the shock on his face was evident when he turned them on and could differentiate sounds again.

Of course, there were still things that were hard, even with the hearing aids. Steve needed to be directly facing someone in order to have a basic understanding of what they were saying, and there couldn't be anything obstructing their mouth. This proved especially difficult when Steve interacted with the younger Party members, although they continued to chalk it up to Steve's usual airheadedness. For once, he was grateful to be stereotyped as a dumb jock.

One random day in October, however, things began to change.

Dustin had somehow roped Steve into driving him, Mike, and Lucas to some fancy-ass comic store in Indianapolis, claiming that "the one in Hawkins is not nearly comprehensive enough, Steve". He'd rolled his eyes and responded with what they referred to as his "Mom Pose", his hands on his hips and his eyebrow cocked as he stared at them judgementally. Eventually, though, he'd relented, letting them fight over who got shotgun and who had to sit in the back.

Somehow, although he himself didn't quite seem to know how, Lucas managed to snag the front seat. He'd slid in quietly as Dustin and Mike threw themselves into the backseat, yelling obnoxiously about unfairness and favoritism. Steve refrained from pointing out that he'd had no part in the tussle for shotgun, instead allowing it to play out.

He and Lucas had been engaging in conversation about sports when Lucas had quietly mentioned that he was thinking of trying out for the school's basketball team, tentatively asking Steve if they could meet up the next weekend so he could give him some pointers. Steve had agreed without even thinking, but he began to panic once he got home later that afternoon. How was he supposed to go over skills in basketball when he couldn't even hear out of his left ear?

But in typical Steve fashion, he procrastinated until the last minute, eventually deciding that he simply wouldn't wear the hearing aids. He'd be fine for one basketball practice, right?

And so, Steve drove to the basketball courts that Saturday, removing his hearing aids as he arrived, and thus reintroducing a fuzzy ringing in his ears that he hadn't experienced in a long time. It felt alien, but he shook his head around a bit and started to shoot baskets. He'd forgotten how good sports made him feel, and was pleasantly surprised at the adrenaline that began pumping through his veins. In fact, his new lack of hearing made it easier for him to practice, as it allowed him to tune out the rest of the world and focus solely on himself and his own fluid motions.

This did prove to be a slight problem, however, as he didn't hear Lucas dropping his stuff on the bench, nor did he notice him walking up to Steve. So the tapping on his shoulder startled him far more than it should have.

"Jesus Sinclair!" Steve exclaimed. "You scared the shit outta me, man!" Lucas seemed confused at Steve's reaction, and he silently reminded himself that none of the kids knew about his hearing.

"Uhh, sorry Steve," Lucas said slowly. "Are um, are you okay?" The concern on his face melted Steve's heart just a little bit.

"I'm fine buddy," he reassured the young teen. "Was just in my own world a bit, you know, focusing and stuff." His explanation seemed to comfort Lucas enough, and he grinned.

"You ready to get started?" he asked, tossing the younger boy the ball. Lucas caught it with a practiced ease and began dribbling, feinting left and right. Steve dropped down into his defensive position, mirroring Lucas's every movement, tracking his feet to predict which direction he would go next.

He felt himself slipping back into that headspace that he loved so much, the one that drew him into sports in the first place. Because he didn’t need to think about it, the strategies were always in his brain. He just needed to rely on muscle memory, all his former skills coming back to him as he and Lucas scrimmaged.

They played for about thirty minutes before taking a quick break to grab water and snacks, both of them struggling to catch their breath. Lucas opened his Gatorade™ and said something Steve, causing him to look over in surprise as he struggled to figure out what the younger boy was saying.

"Pardon?" he said, pretending he just hadn't been paying attention. Lucas repeated himself, or at least Steve had to assume that he did, because again, he couldn't understand a single word that left the younger boy's mouth.

There was a heavy feeling in his stomach as he debated asking Lucas to repeat himself a third time.

Someone tapped his leg, pulling him out of his own spiraling headspace. Steve looked up, feeling even worse as he registered the fear on Lucas' face.

"Steve," Lucas began slowly, seeming struggling with what to say next. "Can you, uh, can you not hear me?"

Of course, that sentence Steve was able to comprehend.

With a heavy sigh, he shook his head.

"Not really," he replied, looking anywhere but at Lucas. "My hearing started to go after Billy smashed my head with a plate. And it got worse after Starcourt." He looked up then, a grim smile on his face. "Turns out multiple concussions aren't exactly good for a person."

Lucas' eyes widened at the confession. "So, are you deaf?" he asked. Or at least, Steve assumed that's what he said.

"Partially," Steve replied. "I can't hear at all out of my left ear, that's where I got the most damage. My right ear can function, but not normally. I mostly rely on reading lips and context clues."

"Oh my god," Lucas said slowly, the gears visibly turning in his head. "Oh my god! W-we kept teasing you! We kept calling you stupid a-and laughing at you! You couldn't even hear us! And you-" The boy suddenly slumped over and placed his head in his hands. He said something, Steve was sure of it, but it was additionally muffled by him covering his face.

"Uh, Lucas, buddy," Steve said hesitantly. "I can't understand you if I can't see your face." Lucas looked up at him then, tears pooling in his eyes.

"It's my fault," he said. Steve felt his mouth drop open in shock, and began to protest, but Lucas stopped him.

"Billy was coming after me," he insisted, talking clearer so Steve could understand. "He was attacking me! You stepped in and tried to defend me -- now you're deaf and it's all my fault!"

Steve felt his heart drop.

He'd been so scared to tell anyone because he was worried they wouldn't view him the same way as before, that he hadn't even considered how the kids might feel if they knew he was like this because of his attempts to protect them.

"Oh Lucas," Steve said softly, gathering the crying teen into his arms. "It's not your fault. There isn't a world where I wouldn't have done the same. You're my kid. I'm always gonna protect you. That's just how it works." He felt Lucas try to push away, to protest, but he just held him tighter. "You and your little gaggle of idiots are worth everything. I'd go deaf a thousand times if it meant keeping you all safe."

With a sniffle, Lucas detached himself from the older boy.

"Really?" he said, eyes shiny with tears.

"Of course," Steve responded, without missing a beat. He gave the younger boy a final squeeze, before wiping away the few tears that had escaped while he and Lucas were talking. "I'd better get you home anyway. Your mom will have my head on a stick if you miss dinner." He kept his hand on Lucas' back as he wiped his tears and sniffed a final time.

"Okay," he said. "But you're staying for dinner."

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED! ONLY TOOK ME 9 MONTHS LOL

okay okay so i did talk about the older members of the party finding out next as well as dustin but i just had to make a liar out of myself bc when i started writing this my brain was just like "but what if we did a wholesome reveal with Lucas instead??" and now here we are and i regret nothing

except the lack of sleep. i regret that a lot.

also, i am not an athlete. i am a depressed and introverted high school theater kid who has never played basketball in my entire life bc i am a measly 5ft 1in (roughly 155cm). so dont come at me if the sportsball lingo is incorrect bc i have no fucking clue what im doing.

also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND ALL THE LIKES AND REBLOGS ON MY LAST POST!!

#stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #the battle of starcourt #post starcourt #deaf steve harrington #hoh steve harrington #hard of hearing steve harrington #fluff #wholesome #heartwarming #i cried writing this #i hope you cry reading this #jk #not really tho

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word-wytch · 2 years

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Little Things

Eddie Munson x Reader (Hurt/Comfort)

649 words

Warnings: Suggested parent death, crying

Summary: You surprise Eddie by baking him a cake for his birthday and have no idea how much it means to him. Genderless reader.

A/N: A friend told me that Joseph said somewhere that Eddie's mom died and his dad was in jail. I figured the latter but the former got me all up in my feelings. I don't know where the source is for Joseph saying this, it could just be hearsay but it's my headcanon now. I cried writing this, enjoy.

You held the cake in its tupperware container back against the passenger seat as you approached the stop sign. You really wished you were a better decorator. In your defense you hadn’t made many birthday cakes in your life so you had to cut yourself some slack, and the icing had air pockets in the tube so the splatters weren’t totally your fault. You were kicking yourself about the spacing more than anything.

You wanted to make it pretty. You had really high hopes when you bought all the supplies. You hoped it tasted good at least. The homemade vanilla frosting certainly did when you licked it off your messy fingers.

Your Ford Pinto screeched as it rounded the corner to Forest Hills trailer park. The overcast sky hung heavy over the quiet neighborhood. There was hardly a soul around. Eddie’s van was in the driveway, to your relief, but something else tugged there too. Was he alone? You parked your car on the street and grabbed the cake.

The knock at the flimsy metal door seemed so loud in the wake of the silence around you. You had to knock twice before you saw a tall shadow in the door window.

Eddie peeked his head around the door as it opened. His dark eyes were wide with surprise and there was a soft but curious smile creeping across his face at the sight of you.

“Happy birthday!” you said cheerfully.

“Oh wow thanks!” he said, moving his socked feet backwards on the carpet to let you inside.

“I made you a cake,” you said, holding up the yellow tupperware container triumphantly before setting it down on the flimsy metal table so you could open it up.

The frosting was uneven and you were halfway through writing birthday on the circular cake before you realized you were writing too big, so -day went on the next line. “I’m sorry it’s not prettier, I really tried to make it-“

His arms came around you before you could finish. It totally caught you off guard for a second, but your arms found their way around him too, as if they were meant to be there. You stood there for a moment in silence, rocking him back and forth a little, ever so gently. His hair was soft against your face. You ran your hand up and down the back of his well-worn cotton t-shirt comfortingly. Did this gesture really mean that much to him?

After a moment he slowly released his grip. "I’m sorry, I...I haven't," he glanced off to the side, trying to blink back the tears, embarrassed for crying. “I’m sorry.”

“No it’s ok, it’s ok,” you said softly, rubbing his arm.

“I mean,” he took a deep breath, trying to collect himself. “Wayne always picks something up at the grocery store, but it’s been a while since,” he gestured to the homemade cake.

“Oh,” you said softly, tears prickling behind your eyes threateningly at the sight of him crying.

“My mom always used to,” he said, barely above a murmur.

Your arms came around him again before another beat could pass. You wondered how many birthdays it had been.

His arms tightened around you. You heard him sniffle. You were really trying to hold back but you were full on crying now and helpless to stop it.

“Oh jeez you bake me a cake and I make you cry, how’s that for ‘thank you’?” he chuckled through tears. Always the one to try and lighten the mood.

“I’ll bake you a cake every year if it means that much to you,” you said without a second thought.

His chest bounced as he chuckled softly, releasing his grip so he could look you in the eyes. He was smiling now, eyelashes still wet. His hands lingered gently on your arms. “Well, let’s see how it tastes first,” he winked.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson drabble #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #drabbles #my writing #i cried writing this

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strawb3rryshortcak5 · 1 year

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Scott Street

simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

Summary: An old teammate and love gets transferred to a different task force. How unfortunate for Ghost when he and his squad are ordered to eliminate them.

Contains: SFW: ANGST, violence, panic, fear, descriptions of wounds, trauma, talk of abandonment, death, basically anything you could think of happening in war, is happening.

A/N: you guys thought you were safe from the angst? lol i made this even more angsty than i planned to originally. based on scott street by phoebe bridgers, not entirely proof read but its still readable 😵‍💫💞

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The transfer happened a couple months ago. It was amazing for you. You got to be more adventurous in this new environment. You were able to put all the skills you learned in the past into real situations besides the ones that involved blood.

The biggest downside, the only downside, is that you didn’t get to say goodbye. You were sent off almost immediately to the new base, only being able to give a quick ‘thank you’ to Price as you scrambled to the helicopter. He had given a wicked recommendation to them, knowing your abilities would be put to a better use.

The excitement quickly wore off and was instead replaced with homesickness. You missed your old team. The friendly banter between teammates was gone. Jokes and teasing were scarce during the new missions, and you were mostly sent alone. This time though was different. During this job, your whole team went. Your task was to steal classified information from a private warehouse in Amsterdam. Upon hearing the details about what you were up against, you felt your knees almost crumble under the weight of your armoured body. You shook softly with anxiety. The files belonged to non other than task-force 141.

Walking Scott Street, feeling like a stranger

It had been almost a day of intense fighting. You, obviously aware of this warehouse previously, were sent in first. Eliminating the soldiers that protected the outside of the warehouse, you crept in. As your squad mates followed far behind you, to not cause more chaos. It wasn’t long before 141 was informed and mention of them being sent to retrieve their stolen files was passed around. This frightened you beyond what you thought possible.

It took ten minutes of silent killing for you to find the case of files you needed. Reporting back to your captain, you continued on, your team backing you and shadowing your every move.

With an open heart, open container

And then they arrived. Panicking, you quickly spread word to everyone with you that you needed to get out. You knew what 141 was capable of, you were one of them. You wrapped the metal brief case around your arm as tightly as you could, putting your pistol in your hand instead.

It seemed like a trend repeating as you were first, again, to do anything. This time, to escape the building. The town surrounding this warehouse had been long abandoned. Making use of the broken down houses, you ran into one.

As soon as you make it into the house, you hear the noise of alarming gunfire.

I've got a stack of mail and a tall can

You reassured yourself that the brief case was still attached to you, adrenaline making it hard for you to feel it when your hand wasn’t directly on top of it.

“How the fuck did i get here.” You whispered to yourself, finding a quiet place to report back to your captain about what was happening and where you were.

A couple minutes. It only took a couple minutes of communicating with your captain to figure out your evac would not be there until the next morning. You felt your stomach drop. There was absolutely no chance that you were going to make it out of here with these files.

It’s a shower beer, it's a payment plan

You began to recall the extensive reward that was offered to you for doing this. Not like you had a choice in the matter wether you did it or not. But it was enough to keep you pampered for at least two years. To steady yourself, you thought of all the things you could do with the money.

You could get an acreage built far away from fighting, just you and the plants you would hope to grow. Maybe you would get a few chickens. But, if you got chickens, you would need to get a dog or two to protect them from the outside wildlife.

‘Simon hates dogs.’

That thought alone could’ve made you cry. Why were you thinking of him at a time like this? You immediately stopped planning out your dream house as you turned towards the window. Of fucking course it started to storm, why wouldn’t it? Making this all the harder for the evac to get to your location. Would probably take until tomorrow afternoon now.

There's helicopters over my head

Every night when I go to bed

Against your better judgment, you started a small controlled fire inside the house. You collected a bunch of newspapers and found a couple large boulders to make a circle. You lit the newspapers with a torch you kept on your belt.

You removed your gloves as you stuck your hands out towards the fire. You noticed a small cut on your left hand. Sighing, you grabbed some gauze you also kept tucked away on your belt. Not bothering to do anything else to stop infection, you wrapped your hand. Honestly, you were surprised no one had found you yet. You hadn’t gone that far away from the warehouse. You could still hear the gunfire.

Spending money and I earned it

After you were done, you took out the wallet you kept inside the pocket of your jacket. Incase things went south, you had learned that having some cash and contacts on you at all times really helped. Soap taught you that.

Pulling it out completely, you opened it up. You had a couple hundred on you. You didn’t remember putting this much in but you guessed it didn’t matter now. Your wallet was matte black, containing a clear plastic part in the front where you could display some sort of identification. Instead of an ID, long ago you had put polaroid pictures of your old team in it. You pulled those out carefully.

The first one was a picture you took of everyone. You had just gotten back to a safehouse and everyone was filthy. Gaz was covered head to toe in mud, scowling at you when he noticed you were taking a picture. Price was laughing at the face Gaz was making. Soap was looking directly at you as you took the picture, like a deer in headlights. And Ghost was grabbing things out of a first aid kit, glancing at you just as you snapped the photo.

You remember how hard you laughed when you printed the photo weeks later. It was a beautiful memory. Your eyes started to water as you stared at it. You would never be able to experience that again.

When I'm lonely, that's when I'll burn it

You tossed the wallet along with the money into the fire after a thorough check for more images. You had found two more. A selfie you took with Laswell and Price, and a picture of Ghost and Soap having an arm wrestling contest at the bar you all frequented, Gaz in the back of that one choking down a pint of beer.

Deciding all you could do now was bide your time, you put out the fire and found a not so comfortable spot underneath the stairs of the building. You closed your eyes as quiet tears fell from your eyes.

Do you feel ashamed

When you hear my name?

You woke up the next morning feeling absolutely horrible. You stood up abruptly, almost falling back onto the floor from the head rush you received doing so. You gathered the materials that you had left around your crappy sleeping arrangement and left the house. The brief case was still attached to you, to your surprise.

You barely tried to cover yourself as you walked through the now bloodied streets of the random town. You could still hear gunfire in the distance. You could only assume your group had called for backup, seeing as they were at the weaker side of the scale.

As you stumbled your way through the road, you caught glimpse of an extremely familiar mask on the top of a roof, pointed opposite to were you were currently standing. After a minute of careful-ish consideration you decided to make your way towards him.

Conveniently, there was a rickety fire escape staircase that led straight to the roof. You swiftly climbed the stairs, not wanting to alert who you assumed was Ghost on the roof. You were hoping he would shoot you as soon as you got up there. But you were most certainly prepared for it.

The second your feet touched the surface of the roof, Ghost whipped around, pointing his sniper rifle directly at you. He paused as he took in your dirty form. He noticed the briefcase on your arm and the uniform you wore. He had already confirmed it was you, but why were you wearing the enemies gear? Realization set in as he stated your name through the wind that blew wildly.

“Y/N.” He said, pointing his gun more towards the floor from your face this time. He was still on high alert, though. He wasn’t sure what your next move would be so he kept his guard up.

“Hi.” You whispered out sheepishly. Not knowing what else to do, you walked slowly towards him, carefully throwing your arms up on the way over.

For the first time in a long time, he was shell shocked. What was he supposed to do in this situation? You were clearly carrying the stolen information his team was looking for. You didn’t look dangerous, seeing as the way you alerted him was by throwing your pistol to the other side of the roof.

He decided to let you settle down in front of him. As you sat down on your knees, you unraveled the briefcase from your body, placing it to the side of him.

“How have you been?” You ask, not knowing what else to really do. He looked up at you before answering.

“Fucking hell.” He responded, quietly looking down at the ground again before staring at you.

I asked you: How is your sister?

I heard she got her degree

“No, really. How are you? How is Johnny? Did he ever get promoted?” You questioned, trying to keep the tears that threatened to fall at bay.

“I’m doing fine. And, yeah, Soap got promoted to a lieutenant. He’s fine as well.” Simon had never been in this situation before. Old feelings were arising after every word he spoke, and the awkward tension quickly turned into a painful nostalgic one.

Smiling to yourself, you kept eye contact preparing to make a small joke;

And I said: That makes me feel old

He turned to face the other way, reloading his rifle to make sure it was proper before retaking his position overlooking the streets below the roof. You let a couple tears go stray as you heard his rebuttal;

He said: What does that make me?

You giggled as sadness came over you. It was a depressing sadness, it wasn’t something that you had felt before. It was a sadness in which you knew how this was going to end. You knew you were going to die today.

I asked you: How is playing drums?

“How is that new rookie? Did Price follow through and make him your responsibility to train?” You said through the tears that poured from your eyes. It was a silent sob. It was horrific.

You said: It's too much shit to carry

“Eh, boy quit after a week. Said it was too messy a job for him.” Simon replied, slightly adjusting his legs as he looked over the town.

And what about the band?

“And the rest of the team, how are they?” You pressed further. Wanting nothing more than the reassurance that the team you loved so dearly was doing okay. Okay with out you.

You said: They're all getting married

“Johnnys got a new lass on his arm, besides that nothing else is new. Everyone is content.” He said with a sigh.

He paused, and then he turned around to face you once again. He pressed his back against the small wall of the roof and pointed it rifle up to the sky, looking at you.

“Some woman tried to go out with me, knowing what my job was an’ all that.” He stated keeping eye contact with you.

You were about to question if he got together with her before he interrupted you.

“I told her to piss off, if you were going to ask. I am still waiting for you.” He said, his first sentence laced with annoyance. But the last part of it followed by his voice lightening and him looking behind you for merely a second.

Do you feel ashamed

“I always loved you.” You blurt out. Not surprised by your own words, just embarrassed that you ended up telling him in a circumstance like this.

His eyes widened before he returned to his cold stare towards you. Why did it have to happen like this? Ways to save your reputation ran through his thoughts. Maybe he could tell Price that you had betrayed your new task force to help 141. Maybe this, maybe that, he was thinking too fast. He couldn’t catch up with his own thoughts.

“Simon?” You say, concern laced in your voice as you had just sat there as he stared at you, clearly distracted by something.

“I’ve never trusted someone as much as i’ve trusted you.” He says, breaking out of his weird trance and being brought back to reality.

“I know, Simon. But there is no way to fix what i’ve done.” You had already clued yourself in on what he had been thinking about. You smiled at him gently.

Almost two years of being by his side constantly had given you the skill to know what he was thinking. Kind of like a super power. You had joked about it once with Soap.

You knew exactly what they would do when they found out what you and your team was doing. Shepherd would do everything in his power to make sure the badges and titles of all your teammates would be stripped and removed. You would be kicked out of the military and sent home.

This was your life. Your only life. You were aware that most people who work in this field had families to go home to. Maybe a pet, another job. A house. You had non of those things. You left everything behind when you started training. That. Became your life.

If you were to be stripped of your badges, you would be stripped of your life. There would be no meaning to your existence. You lived to serve and if leaving meant you couldn’t do that, well, you wouldn’t live to tell the tale.

“No! You don’t know what for sure.” He states, raising his voice as loud as he could without comprising his position on the roof.

“Yes i do.” You state, smile being wiped off your face, the sadness in your eyes even more present than it was before.

“I am going to die today, Simon. If i don’t today, it will be soon. I couldn’t live with myself if i was removed from the military. You know that.” You state, matching his tone of voice.

“I am NOT just going to let you die!” He yells, not caring if his position is found. He would kill anyone that interrupted the two of you right now.

When you hear my name?

You ignored him, irritated. You grabbed the metal case containing the files and shoved it into his chest. You knew what you wanted to happen. It was the only way you felt comfortable to go right now.

“Kill me. Kill me Ghost.” You demand. It wasn’t a question, this was more of an order. You knew you had no legal authority over him. But in terms of what he would do for you, it went beyond what anyone thought possible.

“You’re fucking insane. I’m not going to kill you.” He lowered his tone into what you guessed was his ‘intimidation voice’. That wouldn’t work on you though.

You stood up fast, grabbing his vest and dragging him up with you. You pulled out one of the detailed knives he he kept on his person just as the briefcase clattered to the ground. You grabbed his hand with force and placed the knife in his hand, pointing it at your stomach.

“Fucking do it.” You said. Your voice almost trembling with adrenaline. Almost.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and tired eyes. The tired eyes you had grown so fond of. You loved him with every inch of your soul. He knew that. He knew that you loved him and he could only hope that you knew how much he loved you back. You did.

“Please.” You choked out. The tears had begun again, this time you were trembling. He shook slightly as he looked down at the knife.

He decided what he was doing. He couldn’t bare to just stand there anymore. He knew you were right about you being removed from the army. He knew you were right about everything. Swiftly, he brought you in for a hug with his free arm. Pulling you in tight and close as he closed his eyes.

You felt the skin of your stomach tear as he wrapped you in his arms. Aggressive pain seared from the wound as you sobbed in his arms. He pulled the blade out of your abdomen and tossed it to the side.

He held you with both arms now, wrapping one hand around your head and the other covering your shoulders. He held you as you cried, he held you as your legs slowly gave out and the two of you sank to the ground. He spewed apologies out of his mouth. Listening to you cry was what made him lose it. He ripped his mask off his face, his headset and everything was no on the ground. He even felt a couple tears leak down his scarred cheeks.

He backed the two of you up against the wall once more. Your head on his chest, legs entangled. He held you as your breathing became lighter.

You looked up at him with tears washing over your face. You whispered out what he knew were your last words. He knew it in his gut. It came down heavy on him, the reality of the situation. He killed you. He killed the love of his life.

Anyway, don't be a stranger

You smiled as you said this. There was a story behind everything, you thought briefly. Every mission the two of you weren’t together either started or ended with that saying. Don’t be a stranger, don’t be a stranger, don’t be a stranger.

You wiped the tears that fell from his eyes as your vision slowly darkened. There was a light ringing in your ears and the pain you once felt was gone. You laid your head back down, still holding his face. And then you let yourself fall in an eternal slumber.

He watched you body grow limp. He moved one of his hands to hold the one you had put on his face. He smashed his head into your now cold shoulder and held you tighter. He held you as he sobbed. It felt good, to cry. But that was overlooked as he felt that you were the only one he had left, and now you were gone.

He killed you, he held you, he cried.

Don’t be a stranger.

#i cried writing this #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod ghost x reader #babygirl #call of duty #cod mw2 #ghost #cod mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #angst #soap mactavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick

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cutieclangen · 1 month

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I know you said don’t ask about your kits Sanddapple.. but I’m asking anyway.

Juniper

Congrats, you unlocked Deep Lore™

I wasn't sure how I wanted to share this story, but this ask is the perfect opportunity. Thank you! :3

I'm going to answer asks every couple days!

#this was so fun to explore #i love juniper so much #clangen #clan generator #warriors #warriorcats #warriors oc #cutieclan #cutieclan ask #cutieclan lore #cutieclan art #sanddapple #juniper #cw blood #cw animal death #cw animal injury #i cried writing this

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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i am in a very emo mood right now so here’s a disclaimer: i cried writing this and its very long.

Steve and Eddie have been together for seventeen years now. Both are very happy with their relationship, they’ve been engaged since they were twenty three and they haven’t looked back since. Gay marriage is legal by then in some parts of the country but not in Illinois (They’ve been living in Chicago since ‘87 when Robin started college and Steve packed up all of their stuff to follow her.) It’s not something they actively seek out, because would marriage really change anything in their relationship? They already refer to each other as husbands and they already wear wedding bands.

But kids. God, Eddie never really thought he would want kids. He grew up in an abusive environment that made him hate the prospect of procreating. At the age of thirteen, he realized he was gay and yeah, that was it, he won’t have kids, ever. But when he met Steve, Steve already had seven kids under his arms. Everyone knew about the six nuggets dreams and it’s always been a source of insecurity from Eddie, but Steve has been adamant that he didn’t need those things, he only needed Eddie. He jokes around about it, “I already have seven kids, okay? Eight if you add Robin.”

‘99 brings the first member of the Party 2.0. It’s Max and Lucas, of course, and though it was a long road to it, they made it. Max and Lucas are the two that moved out to California for college, but then moved back to Chicago to stay close to them. Eddie thinks it’s an unspoken agreement between Steve and Max, siblings bonded by trauma and love. They got married around ‘95, just a few months after Max and Lucas graduated college. Four years later, Eddie won’t ever forget Steve’s shaking hands when Max hands him Eleanor May Sinclair for the first time, her little tiny hands holding onto his finger as Lucas tells him that he was going to be the godfather. Steve smiles down at the tiny little red head, with her father’s eyes and her mother’s freckles and promises, “I am going to spoil you rotten, you’re going to hate it.”

‘01 brings the second member of the Party 2.0. It’s Jonathan and Nancy, who didn’t get married until around ‘98 because they were both too focused in their blooming careers. By then everyone had bets on how much longer before the two finally give in and get married, Argyle wins the biggest money and they still think there has been some kind of cheating. It’s a cold winter night when Nancy goes into labor. Steve and Eddie (with Robin, Max, Lucas and Ellie) takes the next flight to New York from the moment Jonathan called them that Nancy’s going into labor. Robin’s hailed as the godmother, because the skittle six all stayed close friends but there has always been some kind of women solidarity between Nancy and Robin. Eddie has to hold Steve’s hand when he starts crying when Nancy tells them her name, Barbara Arya Wheeler-Hopper. Nancy smiles at him, eyes glassy from exhaustion and emotions, as Steve holds her for the first time, voice shaking as he finally meets her, “Hi Barb.”

In the same year, the third member of the Party 2.0 is born. It’s Dustin and Suzie. That one was a looong story. After the Vecna fiasco of Spring and Fall of ‘86 (where they finally killed Vecna and closed the Upside Down for good), Suzie and Dustin broke up due to some miscommunications and because her father has been much more stricter after the Cali gang's visit. By chance, they meet again in MIT in ‘89 and remained friends for another two years (In Steve and Eddie’s dismay this led to long hours of telephone calls from Dustin pining over his ex-girlfriend-now-turned-bestfriend) before they finally got their act together when Dustin drunkenly proposes to Suzie (they don’t get married until ‘96). Steve and Eddie has come down to California about a week before Suzie’s expected labor day for moral support and just to help. Suzie goes into labor in a grocery store with Steve, while they were out buying peppers to induce labor. Steve has to drive them frantically to the hospital while a chill Suzie drinks her strawberry milkshake in the passenger seat. After 36 hours of labor, Edward Stephen Henderson was born. Eddie’s the one who cries more when Dustin announces the name, he’s also the first one in the party to hold the newborn. Eddie smiles down at Edward, laughing as he looks up at Steve, “I will do everything in my power so that you won’t end up with your father’s ego.” Cue Dustin’s protests in the back and Suzie laughing so hard she pops a stitch. Steve’s hand on his waist doesn’t leave even for a moment the whole night.

By ‘02 Max is pregnant again, Robin and Vickie’s adoption papers were processing and El’s been looking into Artificial Insemination. Will and Mike are the only two who doesn’t seem interested in having kids and are happy to just be the gay uncles that shower the kids with expensive ass gifts.

Steve’s hiding it well, Eddie will give that to him. Steve’s always been good with kids, always had that glow whenever he's around them and there is no doubt in Eddie's mind that his husband will be a wonderful, amazing father. It also helps mask the baby fever he’s had for about four years now since Ellie was born. Eddie doesn’t miss the melancholic looks he gets when it's time for Max to take Ellie home or the look he gets when they visit Barb and they have to say goodbye to her big brown eyes. Eddie knows his husband has wanted kids for as long as the’ve been together, but doesn’t say anything for his sake. So he takes a long look at his life. Does he want kids? Does he want to come home with kids in the house? Could he ever be even a sliver of the father that Steve was born to be? Would he be anything like his biological father?

He calls Wayne, talks to him for hours about every fear and doubt he has. He loves Steve so much and it hurts him to not be able to give this to him just because he’s being a coward again. Wayne soothes every shaking nerve in his body, and Eddie thinks, he’ll be fine. He’ll be fine because he wasn’t raised by John Munson, he was raised by Wayne Munson.

He’s done so much research about gay adoption that he has to hide the thick folder under a loose floor in their shared office, just so Steve can’t find it. He wants to be ready for this before he talks to Steve about it and by Christmas ‘02, he’s ready.

Its the quiet lull just before Christmas. The tree is decked out with numerous gifts, the house full of fairy lights (fairy lights they made sure would never blink), outside it just started snowing. In 24 hours, the house would be full with their family coming from different states to celebrate the holiday with them. Steve's wrapping the last few gifts, hot choco on his side when Eddie sits across him on the floor, handing him the thick folder.

Steve opens the folder with a bewildered look, his face shifting to shock in seconds. Steve looks up at Eddie with teary eyes, "Before you say that you don't need kids because I don't want kids, hear me out, okay?" Eddie reaches out for his hand, "I do want kids. I want kids with you. I've had kids with you since '86 when Dustin and Max decided to look for me. I've always wanted kids with you. I was... I was just scared that I'd end up like my dad, you know?" Steve sighs, hand tightening in his grasp, "Eds."

Eddie shakes his head, "Wait, I am not done. I talked to Wayne, you know? And I thought about it and I want kids with you, Steve Harrington. In any shape or form. If you don't want it right now, we can put a pin on it and if you tell me you never want it, then we forget this conversation ever happened. We could adopt, we could get a surrogate, hell, if I can get pregnant I will do it, sweetheart. I want a kid that's half you and half me and that might not ever be possible but we can raise and love a kid together and that'll be just as good." Steve's smiling now, tears still flowing from his face as Eddie cups his face, using his thumbs to swipe away the tears.

"So what do you want, baby?" Eddie smiles as Steve starts laughs, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, I want a kid with you. Fucking hell, Eds." Steve hops up, tackling Eddie into a hug and showering him with kisses. They stay like that for an hour, just soaking in the pure adoration and love they feel for each other.

It's not until October '05 that their kid comes home. Elijah Syl Harrington-Munson was a 6 month old boy. Steve cries the first time he holds him as Eddie embraces him, Elijah holding his index finger in his tiny palm.

"Stevie, he has your hair." Eddie comments and there's no hint of joke or trick in his voice, just full of awe and Steve just cries even more.

When Elijah finally opens his eyes, Steve can't help the tenderness that bursts through him, "Eddie, Eds, he has your eyes."

Elijah's not a Harrington-Munson in blood, but he's Steve and Eddie's son through and through. And yeah, Elijah grows to have the same brunette wavy hair, styled just like his Dad's and the same brown doe eyes just like his Pa's. Sometimes, he sits in the living room as he reads a thick book with a basketball game playing on the background, Steve and Eddie thinks he's always meant to be theirs.

They adopt more kids. Not six because fuck no. But they do have their three nuggets, half Steve Harrington and half Eddie Munson and he won't ever have it any other way.

#and they lived happily ever after #i cried writing this #the harrington-munson show sounds like a sitcom that i would 100% watch #i love my dads #steddie rants #daeheadcanons #steddie fanfic #steddie headcanon #steddie fic rec #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff

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Thistle is such a tragic character especially when you realize that for the ageing of elves compared to tall-men I'm dungeon meshi, he was like 15-16 when he became the dungeon master. Like, due to the fact that the races all age at different rates, delgal accidentally adultifies this 15 and gives him way to much responsibility and pressure.

This leads to thistle's becoming consumed with the want to protect delgal as he is like a sudo younger brother/child to him. This leads to thistle getting stressed and eventually going made. What we see in the manga is not a grow adult throwing a temper tantrum, but instead a kid throwing a temper tantrum in a attempt to not lose everything, a desperate bid for everything to go back to normal.

It's like a kid kicking and throwing things cause there scared. And once we see that, all were left with is a scared and angry teenager trying their best to live up to the expectations placed on them by others and themself.

#our villain is a self lothing 15 year old #it is six in the morning #delicious in dungeon #rant post #thistle #i cried writing this #drunk of eep #i want to give him a hug

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the5n00k · 11 months

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Character analysis essay: (kind of, it's mostly me just rambling)

The Ghost and Molly McGee and the concept of unconditional love and acceptance

‼️Spoilers ahead for both seasons 1 and 2!‼️

The Ghost and Molly McGee is one of the most special animated tv shows I've ever seen for several reasons but none quite as special to me as this. A ton of shows, especially on Disney channel, boast of their friendships between the main characters and their hijinks they get into but none have quite impacted me like the friendship between the two titular characters Molly and Scratch. I mean when I first watched this series in July after the season 1 finale, I expected to have a brief period of obsession, a few drawings, and then I'd move on. As you can tell by my blog, that did not happen. (For better and for worse)

People dismiss this show because of the more grounded slice of life episodic approach it takes but honestly I feel like that's it's strongest aspect. It allows the characters to have more moments where they can just slow down and connect. There's no urgent threat (save for a few episodes) that needs to be addressed or the world will end. The characters get to talk, react, and grow because of its slower pace. I say slower loosely because this show will also throw jokes at you harder and faster than an automatic tennis ball server but it knows when to take a moment seriously when it needs to. (This is also why season 1 Amphibia is my favorite and y'all can fight me for it.)

Now onto my main point; Molly and Scratch's relationship.

They start out rough. REALLY rough. They're not good for each other in the slightest. Scratch is mean and constantly trying to sabotage Molly and Molly is controlling, dragging Scratch along on her daily tasks even if he expresses how much he does not want to come along. But no matter how terrible they treat each other, there's still a level of care.

Take First Day Frights or The Unnatural for example. Scratch is more than willing to watch Molly fail until he sees her getting picked on, something he's experienced almost every day of his afterlife, possibly his living one too. He has this connection to her early on, he has this empathy. He'd never expressly admit it and he still tries his hardest to make her give up MANY times throughout season 1 either for his own amusement, thinking the effort isn't worth both of their time, or simply because he has to keep Brighton miserable. But seeing her upset always sets something off in him. And while he doesn't verbally admit he cares about her until the season finale, he does eventually acknowledge her as his best friend (although in that instance it was more to spite Libby) and acknowledge himself as part of her family. The most notable episodes that highlight their more stable relationship are season 1, 18-20 (for those unaware, that would be Out of House and Home/Home is Where the Haunt is, Scaring is Caring/All Night Plight, and The Jig is Up/Molly Vs the Ghost World)

Moving onto season 1 Molly now, she was controlling and seemed to enjoy annoying Scratch in almost a sibling-like behavior, poking him, teasing him, playing with his "hair" but the further you get into the series, the less annoying these feel and the more endearing they become. She also begins to respect his boundaries more, summoning him less and kind of letting him do his own thing in the general area while she has her own plot going on. (Goat Your Own Way and gags ... The Internship) And even after the curse is broken, she seems willing to let him move on away from her if that's what he really wants. She's more interested in his happiness now than her own. Letting go of that control is HUGE for her considering how much emphasis she put on him being her first forever friend. She didn't even expose him to Libby until she got his permission. I brought it up once and I'm bringing it up again dammit.

These two broken, mistreated, flawed people who found each other by complete coincidence would do anything and go to the ends of the earth for each other. And they did.

Moving onto season 2 I was terrified they would regress in some way from this. It was such a high note and a perfect end to their arc all throughout season 1, but now there was this new status quo. They were used to each other now. They could feel like completely different characters at this point. But they weren't, in fact they're even better.

They fight, they argue, they disagree on A LOT of things, but at the end of the day they're even more supportive and loving of each other than ever before.

They're not tearing each other down anymore, they're actively building each other up. Making the other a better person. Cheering them on. This even extends to the B characters like Libby and Darryl, they feel like a close-knit family. Even when they argue, the first thing they see when they say each other again is "I'm sorry" which is HUGE for Scratch, acknowledging fault was (and still is to some degree) really hard for him. They love each other no matter what. They've still got their issues, Molly still feels like she needs to burn herself out to make others happy and Scratch is still calloused and mean towards new additions to his social circle but that just makes them feel more authentic. I don't want them to be perfect. Watching them improve yet still struggle with the same issues they had at the start of the series makes them feel so real. For being a show that's mostly episodic with loose continuity, the development its characters go through is so slow burn sometimes you don't even notice it just binging the series. But if you jump back and forth between an early season 1 episode to a late/season 2 episode, it is STAGGERING.

Molly doesn't love Scratch because he stopped being mean. Scratch doesn't love Molly because she stopped being an overbearing ball of energy. They've loved each other in spite of that. They see past these flaws to their source and relate to the feelings they stem from. At their core, Molly and Scratch are exactly the same; social outcasts seemingly doomed to never having lasting connections. They just responded differently to what they had to go through, their two extremes are even similar in some ways with over possessiveness and insecurity. When Scratch was defending himself to Libby, he couldn't even name any of his redeeming qualities. And Molly still thought Scratch wanted to leave her in spite of everything. They're so torn from their experiences and that drives them closer together. I'm tearing up writing this.

They're broken but they're healing. They're best friends forever. One without the other would not be the same person. Although they aren't codependent, they've gotten along fine on solo adventures without the other needing to step in and solve their problem. They're healthy in their toxic behaviors because they call each other out. I don't consider a relationship toxic if there's noticeable improvement and growth. They're mature in their immaturity, their friendship is so simple and sincere. They enjoy each other's company and don't care who knows it. They're weirdos and so is everyone else they're friends with. Save for maybe Geoff. I don't think a single soul hates Geoff. I'm getting off topic but their friendship is something I always wanted.

They know they're broken, they know they're flawed and selfish at times. But they're trying. And that effort is sometimes all that one can ask for. The dream team for all eternity.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #tgamm spoilers #character analysis #i cried writing this #legitimately i almost started violently sobbing over these cartoon characters #that's what thinking about their relationship does to me #they're such besties #i hope they never change but also change for the better #if that makes any sense #my poor broken meow meows #i want to hug them so hard all their trauma goes away

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Silas and Wren #10

Masterpost

Warnings: Off-screen child abuse, implied past non-con, slavery

“Mama?”

Willow bit her lip, scrubbing away the stain on Master’s shirt. “Yeah, baby?”

“When will I get my mark?”

“Mark?” She could barely stand to look at him anymore.

“Like yours.” he tapped her left hand. “Ev’ry one else got one.” She swallowed hard, and wiped the sweat off her forehead. He was getting so big now.

“You’ll grow into it. All slaves do.”

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She heard the screaming from across the courtyard. The urge to run and snatch her baby boy away from the branders was almost too much to bear. But she grit her teeth and dug her nails into her palms.

Wren was seven, now. The brand had to be fully healed before he could be sold.

They carried him to her shortly, his little body trembling with sobs. They shoved him into her arms, and left.

“You lied to me,” he wept. He burrowed into her chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said, helpless. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

Wren was her third child. It never got easier. He tugged on the gauze around his hand.

“Don’t scratch.”

“Why do they hurt us? It’s not fair.”

“Oh baby,” she sighed. “Fairness is for the Masters. We’re different. That’s just how it is.”

“Why?” Willow rocked back and forth.

“Slaves are just made to serve, baby. We’re meant for different things in life. Like how a dog can never be a wolf. They might look the same, but they’re not. Okay?”

“‘Kay,” he sniffed.

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“Willow, Master wants you in his office.”

She hurried upstairs, dread pooling in her gut. Secretly she wished Wren had gotten an infection, just to have him a little longer.

“Sit down.”

She sat in the chair across from Master.

“The boy is healed, correct?” She wanted to yell at him. Wren was his child too; it wasn’t right he didn’t bother to learn his name.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. He’ll be sold next week. I suggest you say your goodbyes.” Next week?

“He’s only eight, Master. Can’t he stay another year or two?”

Master frowned at her. “Out of the question.”

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to wipe them away. He should see the mess he made. His own son, sold away at eight. It was abnormal, children weren’t sold so young.

Master wanted him gone because Wren was his and everyone knew it.

“Don’t get hysterical, Willow. I’ll tell you what,” he sighed, “Pick the position for him to be sold under. Will that make you feel better?”

It was a one-time offer, a generous deal she couldn’t pass up.

“Kitchen work.”

“Very well. You’re dismissed.”

It was an easy decision. There would be plenty of opportunities to steal scraps and pick at leftovers, and the work would help him grow strong without breaking his back.

One last thing she could do for her child.

She just hoped Wren would stay in the kitchens.

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“Mom?”

“Yeah, baby?” They stood at the front of the house, waiting for the wagon.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Am I going to see you again?”

It was too much. Willow got down on her knees, pulling Wren into a tight hug.

“No. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh.” He began to cry, and her heart broke. She was so stupid. She thought Master would let him be, that maybe Wren would be different to him.

“Just be good, okay? Look at me.” She wiped away his tears, and he looked at her with his big brown eyes. “Promise me you won’t cause trouble. Just do your duty and everything will be okay. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

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