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soapisahimbo · 1 year

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Their S/O Already Has A Kid - 141 (+Alejandro & König) Edition

Anonymous asked: Your work is god tier, absolutely slaying rn. I'm not sure if you're taking requests but if you are... hear me out- can I please get the mw2 boys with an s/o who already has a kid? How would they interact with the kid?

So I wasn't entirely sure on what angle to approach this from, but I've written this as if reader has been a single parent who has worked with 141 for a while (not necessarily a soldier), the other parent isn't really in the picture and the kid is somewhere around 4-5 years old. I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but I sincerely hope you enjoy!

warnings: none! couldn't find a good gif to use though :(

John 'Soap' MacTavish:

From the second he finds out you have a child, way before there's even any suggestion that you will one day be a couple, he's on a mission to become The World's Best Uncle. It's like he's participating in a competition that no one else signed up for - he wants to be your kid's absolute favourite and he'll be damned if anyone else tries it. Will frequently ask you about the kid; "how're they doin' in school?", "do they have friends to play with?", "what do they want for Christmas?", "are they growin' well?", and even checks up with you to see if they need new clothes or anything. He will always have something for them for their birthday or Christmas and will happily say to you, "this is from Uncle Soap, all right? Take pictures when they open it, I wanna see how they like it!"

He has a natural desire to look after the people around him, and since he considers you a close and fast friend, he'll want nothing more than to help you out if he can. The closer you grow, the more he gets the urge to prove himself worthy - to prove that he'll be good to you and that you can trust him - and it's a sentiment he keeps long after you get together. You and your child become like a family to him, and it's a family he's keen on keeping.

The two of them will be like two peas in a pod. He'll play around with them near constantly, tell them stories from his job (adjusted to be more child-friendly) and teach them how to play football. He asks them about school, helps them with homework and he will happily treat the kid as his own. You're the love of his life and this child is his best little friend. He loves you both dearly and it fills him with immense happiness to have you two to come back home to once you live together. If he's available for it, he'll go with you guys to events and theme parks, and hopefully longer vacation trips. He doesn't ever expect them to call him "dad" (although if it were to happen, it would probably have him sobbing uncontrollably), he's just happy to be with you, and to be The World's Best Uncle Soap.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

It's worth mentioning that he'll be hesitant to get any closer to you than necessary at first, not because of any sort of disdain towards you or towards kids, but because of who he is. Simon has been through some terrible shit, and his work consists of doing even more terrible shit, and so he thinks that being any sort of role model to a child is way out of his range.

This doesn't mean he doesn't care, though. When you first get to know him, he seems cold and aloof and he doesn't seem to show any particular interest in you. What with you being on his team though, and him knowing that you're a single parent, he might approach you with the intent of at least showing some sort of support, whatever support he might be capable of showing.

He'll get something for the kid, like a stuffed animal or some sort of toy, but he doesn't hand it to you personally; he'll leave it somewhere where he knows you'll find it, like on your desk if you have one, and pretend like nothing happened.

He wants to keep his distance, but he can't deny the strange urge to look after you. It starts slow. He never asks, but he'll listen when you tell him about your child; how they've been doing lately, what you've done during the weekend, something funny they did or said. At first you might think he's ignoring you, but then one day he hands you a little trinket and tells you it's "for the little one, figured they might like it."

Growing closer and realizing that he has feelings for you is a complicated ordeal for him and he tries to keep it locked away deep down, but he's unable to stop himself for some reason. Once together, he cares greatly about you and your child, even if he might not always know how to show it.

He makes an unspoken promise to never let anything harm either of you, and so he keeps you under the radar as best he can. His team might know that you're together, but that's as far as they're informed. You won't hear much from him while he's out on missions, and he rarely mentions you or your kid to anyone, keeping any information about you sealed up tightly in the back of his mind, and if anyone asks he'll only give short-clipped answers, if he even bothers to answer in the first place. It's all to keep you safe.

With you, though, he's much more loving and gentle than others would even guess he's capable of. If you live together, he'll pick your kid up in his arms when he gets home and plant a gentle and loving kiss on your lips in greeting. Never raises his voice at anything if one or both of you are near, even if he's aggravated or annoyed. He plays ever so gently with your kid, even if they're play-wrestling and he's tossing them around because he's incredibly aware of his strength, and he sits patiently and quietly while they doodle on his arms or even his face and tells them bad (child-friendly) puns to get them to laugh. You and the kid are practically the only ones that get to see him smile.

His own childhood was incredibly traumatizing, and he tries his damnedest to make sure that that doesn't bleed over onto you or the kid, even if it means that he has to step away for a while. He's working on it, you might just need to give him some time. If this is as serious as he thinks it is, he wants to be the absolute best that he can be for you.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

He is oh, so gentle with your child. He's the dude that calmly and casually follows your kid around to make sure that they don't get in trouble while they explore. He's done it since the first time they met, and he still does it now, only interfering when they're headed somewhere they shouldn't be, or when they turn to him to play or talk. The type to offer to take care of them so that you can rest or focus on other things, and tells you "it's no skin off my nose" when you tell him that he really doesn't need to. He lets the kid approach him rather than try to get them to interact with him, and it's because of this exact mindset that kids usually love him. If they want to hug him, he'll happily wrap them up in a big and warm hug, but he's not going to convince them to because kids deserve their own bodily autonomy just as much as any adult.

He's one of those people who just magically makes kids fall asleep even when they're in that "I am dead tired but I refuse to sleep for some ungodly reason so I'm just gonna scream and cry at everything"-state, and it baffles you every time, but you're certainly not complaining. He has this air about him that is just very calming, and he makes both you and your kid feel immensely safe just by his presence alone. He starts out as just a close and caring friend, and the transition to more than just friends to an actual couple is a smooth one; one day you just kiss and you're not even surprised. It feels natural to have him around and when you see him interact with your child, it's like he's supposed to be there. You can't imagine anyone else, as if whatever empty space was there had been Gaz-shaped all along.

Gets your kid to laugh delightfully without even trying, wipes their tears gently and kisses their cheeks when they've scraped their knees or bumped their head, listens intently when they talk, even if they're just speaking nonsense ("but of course, all superheroes are from Norway."*) and will absolutely not laugh when they call Soap a dumb stinky poopyface.

Despite his calm demeanour though, Gaz is still a soldier, and very well-trained one at that. Should anyone approach you or your kid with the intent to harm you or threaten you, rest assured that he will not just let that slip by. He would give his life to protect both of you without even a hint of hesitation.

*based on an actual conversation I had with one of my nephews

Alejandro Vargas:

He doesn't care what anyone says, doesn't care what anyone thinks, doesn't care about what the kid looks like or how old they are, he is Dad™ now. Will wholeheartedly claim your child as his own and fight anyone who questions it. What the hell do you mean they look nothing alike, that's his fucking kid, are you blind?

He's so eager and willing to help, even long before you start dating. Takes any chance he gets to invite you and your child over, be it for food, for movie nights, to go to the park, or simply to talk. Before you know it, he has clothes and toothbrushes dedicated to both of you at his place, reminding you again and again that his door is always open for you; no need to even knock.

Let's be real, as generous and charming as he is, it's his sincerity that has you falling for him. He offers to take care of the kid while you rest, or to come over to clean up your home (Rodolfo might join as well, partly because of his goodhearted nature, partly because Alejandro roped him into it), and he looks you deep in the eyes when he tells you that his family is your family, be it Los Vaqueros or his own blood relatives. It's how he confesses to you as well, telling you that even if you don't reciprocate, he'll still be there for you.

If you didn't know any better, you yourself would start to question whether or not Alejandro is somehow the actual father. It's like they have some sort of telepathic connection, almost. The only one who knows that kid's moods and mannerisms and habits better than him, is you. He works with you like a team to make sure that you're always on the same page and make sure that you know that he only ever wants the best for you and the kid. Teaches them Spanish if it's not already their native language, and if they happen to pick up a curse-word from somewhere, he'll be horrified (kid said "puta" once and you thought he'd have a heart attack).

Much like Ghost, he'll keep you under the radar to keep you safe. Sends letters and gifts in secret when he's deployed, and now has a stronger determination than ever to stay alive. He doesn't ever want to imagine that one day might be the last he'll ever see you, so he'll walk through hell and high water to make sure he will return to you.

König:

He doesn't really know how to handle kids, but he sure does try. He is huge compared to this tiny little human - his calf alone is almost the same size as the entire child - so he tries to shrink himself down as much as he can. They might be a bit intimidated by him at first, but once that passes he is practically given the role of a human jungle gym. He stays alert, making sure that he's able to catch them should they fall off, and as awkward as he might feel, he would never let this little one come to harm. When you tell your kid to leave him be or be gentler with him, he quickly assures you that it's no problem and that he doesn't mind it at all; thinks it's quite fun actually. Before you know it, this tiny being less than a quarter of his size will be like his little sidekick, and it's honestly the funniest thing you've seen.

He's nervous around you though, not only because it's your child, but because over time the harmless little crush he's had on you grows stronger and stronger and stronger, and he's not sure how to handle it. When he tells the kid to be good to you, it's partly directed towards himself as well, as if he's telling himself to look after you. The idea of holding the child in one arm and you in the other fills him with such warmth that it almost catches him off guard. You're the one who tells him how you feel, and it kickstarts a full avalanche of stumbling words out him, because he's trying to find the right way to tell you that he feels the same and that he wants to be a part of your life.

He will be incredibly gentle with that child - he'll fuzz over the tiniest little bump or bruise or scrape, even if they're not bothered by it in the slightest. Picks them up very carefully while they can pull and tug and jump on him with all the strength their little body can muster without him ever budging - play-wrestling and tickle fights will be very carefully done because he would hate to accidentally hurt them. Loves teaching them German if they don't already speak it, and much like Alejandro, he will practically see his life flash by his eyes if they ever happen to learn a curseword from somewhere - especially if they accidentally picked it up from him.

Will keep any semblance of violence away from you and your child to as far of an extent as he can, but if anything happened to either one of you, he'd crush the skulls of everyone involved with his bare hands, that's for sure.

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thestarrynightslover · 9 months

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The Day You Finally Caught a Break

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 1,574

Warnings: FLUFF. Mentions of sex crimes and crimes involving special victims (all very slight).

Summary: After living in a boring routine, the detective (y/n) (y/l/n) catches a lucky break with her colleague Jay Halstead.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first fic in a while and I am aware that it is very cheesy but I just felt like writing something cheesy. Anyways, I hope you like it!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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The day started just like any other would: waking up earlier than necessary, going for a run, doing some yoga, reading, and finally getting ready to go to work. Sure, to a lot of people that might have been a great morning, having all that time to do all that stuff… The only thing was: you’d been running on nothing beyond routine — one that had become quite boring, to be honest — for a couple of years now. Which made you that weird cop who actually enjoyed the worst cases just because it gave you some sort of purpose, some sort of change. Holding that thought, you were supposed to feel lucky once you and your team got deeper into your current case. But, even with the most boring of lives, a person — a decent human being — couldn’t feel lucky for even knowing something like that happens in the world, much less for having to know every sick and twisted detail of a case that involved sex trafficking, pregnant women, all sorts of assault and child abduction.

After it was “over”, around midnight, all of Intelligence seemed to silently agree on staying as long as necessary to finish their reports. Everybody thinking the same way: finishing this today, I can get outta here, get drunk, and put it in a box in the back of my head — where it’ll stay forever. As soon as someone would finish the paperwork, they’d grab their coat, mutter something resembling a goodbye, and rush out of there like the room was on fire. Molly’s wouldn’t be open anymore and none of you really wanted to spend time with each other to risk having to talk out what had happened. And then something strange happened.

Instead of just leaving like your partner Kim and his partner Kevin before her, Ruzek just stood at the door frame, waiting. For Upton. What? He kept looking at her desk so it was pretty obvious but the confirmation came when the detective got up saying: “Hey, Jay, I’mma get going now. You okay if we do our thing some other day?”

By the time Halstead looked up, she was almost reaching Adam which shocked the shit out of you but didn’t seem to faze him much, who only answered: “Yeah. Sure. Night, guys.” And then there were two—the only two Intelligence members who never exchanged more than a couple of polite measures.

Nevertheless, your gossip-starved soul got the best of you, who ended up blurting out a “They’re together?” to no one less than Jay Halstead. For a minute or so the other detective just looked around the room, as if expecting someone to jump out of nowhere and answer your question. But, after your eyes eventually met, he decided on answering.

“Eh… I don’t really know”, he started, while scratching the back of his neck, “I mean, it’s not like I’ve asked, you know?”

“Ah…” Was all you found to say after he stopped for a moment, but he continued.

“That’s just not really how it works between us. But the other day he did show up at her place late at night, which was suspicious. To say the least.” The words just flew right out of his mouth, surprising both of you, who started chuckling awkwardly at the recognition, “this is the first actual conversation we’ve had after all this time working together, isn’t it?”, he asked, ultimately.

“Yeah, I think it is,” you said, now full-on laughing. “God, I can’t believe that the first time I worked up the courage to actually talk to you was to ask for gossip!” You exclaimed, knowing that your cheeks were probably burning up with embarrassment.

“To be honest, I kinda needed to share that with someone. Especially after this moment here.” He confessed, making you laugh and forcing himself to laugh a bit more to try and hide the fact that he couldn’t stop staring at you. It just went wrong when his mouth betrayed him by saying: “You look so damn cute right now!”

"Well, it isn't every day that one finds out that the detective Jay Halstead is a gossip. Which makes me wonder who the cute one really is…"

"Oh, so that's where you're going with this?" He asked with his eyes twinkling. "Because I can prove just how not cute I am…"

"Oh?" You replied simply wondering what kind of proof he could provide against that.

"In fact, I have just the perfect idea, but, for that, you'd have to agree on going out with me first." Jay himself couldn't believe he finally managed to invite you out.

"Ooh, as in a d- date?" Who were you? Stuttering? C'mon!

"A date, yes." He answered, making you feel relieved and nervous again all at the same time.

"Yeah, I, uh, I wouldn't mind that at all. We can try and think of a date that works for both of us…" You suggested.

"Well, on Wednesday I'll be off, how about you?" Jay asked quickly.

"Oh no, that day I have somethings Platt wanted me to do. How about next Monday?"

"That's a no for me, 'cause I'm pulling doubles next week.*

"Damn…"

“Maybe this is a crazy idea but have you finished your report yet?” He asked quizzically.

“Uh, hitting the send button right now. Why?

“Then what if we do it now?”

“The date thingy?” You asked shyly, afraid that had been just a momentaneous thought that came out of his mouth too fast.

At that, he looked at you in awe, mesmerized by how adorable you were. “Yes. The date thingy.”

A million thoughts crossed your mind, including the one that that was a lifetime opportunity and that you should be better dressed, but figuring that saying something like that would only make you miss the opportunity, you settled for asking: “But where would we go? Like, it’s past 1 a.m., Jay, I don’t think there are a lot of places open…”

“Well, I might have a few ideas… Do you trust me?” He asked, holding his hand out to you, who grabbed it at the same time as you grabbed your jacket and purse with your other hand.

“Do you really need to ask that?"

And, like that, some time later you found yourself pulling up to the address Jay had texted you, which was in Canaryville, and it turned out to be an old movie theater that apparently was doing a week of classics with sessions at all times of the day. How Jay knew about that, though, was a mystery to you.

"Hey!" You heard him calling as he crossed the street. "You made a better time getting here than I did!"

"Yeah, well, my car might be faster than your old one," you replied, shrugging innocently.

"Haha, very funny," he deadpanned.

"Hey, this is a cool idea but how did you know it is happening?" You asked, genuinely curious. "I mean, you just don't seem a lot like a movie nerd to me."

"Well, there are still many things you don't know about me. But this one specifically is because I grew up around here and the owner is a friend of my family, so he always lets Will and I know about what's going on with the place."

"Hmmm, that explains it!" You exclaimed with a tad of satisfaction for not being too far off about him.

"But I do enjoy movies, okay?" You made a face of disbelief at him. To which he replied with: "It's true, alright? I'll admit that these days I haven't had much time for it but when I was growing up around here, this place was practically my second home!"

"Oh, so you've brought many others here, I'll assume!" You teased, suddenly feeling more comfortable and consequently more confident.

"Don't! Don't assume that! Growing up I wasn't very successful with the ladies and after that changed I haven't come here often…"

"Ooh, so that means that I'm your first?" You mocked, putting your hand to your heart, "Wow, I'm truly touched now!"

"Yeah, sure, have your fun with me all you want! All I really care about is the fact that I finally managed to get you to go out with me, so I can only hope you'll enjoy yourself." Him saying that, while gazing so intently at you, was making you weak on your knees and got you blushing a bit as well. So you tried to get the attention off you.

"Okay! Then let's pick a movie and watch it already, 'cause tomorrow's probably not gonna be any shorter."

A couple of hours later you and Jay were walking down the street towards a Waffle House while chatting and laughing about the movie like two best friends, which felt really nice but also made you a little confused about the being a date of that date the two of you were on. But, after you both had cleaned your plates at the diner, Jay came onto your bench to clean the corner of your mouth with a napkin, and next thing you knew, you were kissing very passionately in public like a couple of teens, forgetting about the rest of the world altogether, which made you realized, once more, how dull and colorless your life was previous to that moment so you held on to it and you held on to the man behind it.

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jermer10 · 2 months

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Heya! Was wonderin if ye could do a little drabble for Scout with a GN!S/O who's like pretty new to the team but is hella smug and overall just sorta acts alot like him but more chill and laid back? If this isn't exactly yer cup 'o tea or ye just dunno how to write this request, feel free 'ta ignore this!:]

Have a nice day/noon/afternoon/evening/night !!

TF2 scout with a smug s/o

gn reader | as a scout enjoyer myself i LOVE this ask! i decided to write it as more of a slow burn-ish fic, it's long asf. hope you enjoy, anon!

drabbles under the cut :P

He had to rack his brain for reasons he was supposed to hate you. The team loved you, how could they have not? You radiated an energy Scout had only attempted to project his entire life. Maybe that's why. Maybe it was jealousy, how you managed to embody everything he wanted to be and more. But he couldn't really hate you, not in the traditional sense. You were still the last thought going through his head every night, the first person he wanted to see every morning, the person he assigned to the pillow he would squeeze to his chest late at night. He had even stolen one of your shirts to use as a pillowcase. Yeah, a better term for what he was would have been whipped.

It felt routine, waking up, walking into the kitchen, and seeing you and some other teammate laughing up a storm, getting closer, feeling his own presence in the structure of the team becoming increasingly irrelevant. If he wasn't the cocky asshole, who was he? This morning was different. He had awoken early, around 5am, as far as he could make out on the alarm clock next to his bed, anyway. He couldn't bother getting dressed, the only mercs who he knew that would be up wouldn't care, the last thing on his mind right now was you. His throat was phlegmy, a sour taste permeating his tongue, and all he wanted was to brush his teeth and drink a cool glass of water.

The stairs from the team barracks to the kitchen creaked under the weight of his footsteps, it's odd that he never noticed it before. He had become a lot more perceptive after meeting you. Turning into the kitchen/dining area, he spots you sitting on a barstool in front of the kitchen counter, mug in one hand and some random comic in the other. His face heats up, you turn and smile at him. A warm smile, the kind that makes every muscle in his body soften. The safe kind of smile that you wouldn't expect from someone so energetic and lively. "Morning," You spoke in a low tone. Scout was taken aback, sure, everyone was still asleep, but you were being so....so caring? And to him of all people? Weren't you supposed to dislike him as much as he disliked you?

You continued to stare, a slight nervousness in the way your eyes creased, your smile had began to falter. Something he had never seen from you before. Then he realized he had been staring at you, inner monologuing for far too long. "Oh, uh, g'mornin', sorry I didn't think anyone would be up this early...." He trailed off, trying to come up with some excuse as to why he was standing in the kitchen he had been dining in for years longer than the person in front of him. Your face softened at his answer, "Oh! It's fine.....I don't own the kitchen." You laughed on those last words, eyes resting back onto your comic. Scout felt the heat rush back into his face, yeah, this is why he didn't like you. You were quick tongued, always having some sort of smart assed response to him. It's clear why you and Spy got on well.

His face twisted into something between a frown and a scowl, you took no notice, sipping whatever liquid was in your mug. It smelt of coffee, and the deodorant you had been using since you begun working for mann co. He knew it was yours, the smell comforted him, if anything. The shirt he had stolen from your laundry basket in the downstairs washing room was beginning to lose that smell, and he had considered returning it for a while so that he could steal it back after a couple of wears. God, he was such a creep. "Are you going to continue standing there staring at me, or are you gonna grab something to eat?" You smirked to yourself, eyes flickering up at him before returning to your reading material.

"Fuck off." The words came to him before he could even think, he clasped a hand over his mouth in shock. You looked up. But you weren't upset, you seemed more amused if anything. "I beg your pardon?" A grin graced your features, Scout swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing, hands becoming clammy with the heat his body gave off. "Fuck...off..." Scout could barely get the words out. He was nervous, if you were as chill as you presented yourself then surely you wouldn't really care, that you'd just laugh him off and return to your book. But you didn't. You continued to stare, eyes boring into his skull, grin growing wider. "I like you, Jeremy." You spoke sweetly, not a trace of anger in your words.

A week later he had continued thinking about that interaction. He avoided you like the plague, the only words spoken in your presence being on the battlefield. Surely, you couldn't have meant it like that. Surely, you had been teasing him, trying to make him uncomfortable, one of the other mercs must have tipped you off on his crush, despite the fact that no one actually knew. Until he woke up again, this time around 2am. Obviously, you wouldn't be awake. It was the middle of the night, and even if he did encounter you he could just ignore you. His bedroom felt far too warm, and his bedsheets felt far too heavy. He decided he needed to get up and grab a glass of water.

There you were, sitting in your usual bar stool, upper body draped over the counter, staring at the mug in front of you. You looked up tiredly, eyes resting on the boy, and giving him a weak smile. "Hey, stranger." He ignored you. Well, he tried to. He could feel your eyes on him as he grabbed the glass from the cabinet, and filling it with lukewarm tap water. "It feels waaaay too hot tonight, right? Like it's the middle of February, it should be way cooler than this," You mumbled he found himself agreeing with you. Wordlessly nodding his head, eyes glued to the linoleum flooring. "Are you mad at me?" You finally asked, cutting whatever tension he perceived to be between the two of you with a butchers knife.

"I dunno....I guess?" He felt annoyed, of course he was mad at you. Was his ignorance and one word responses not obvious to the fact? You looked....hurt. Something that made him feel sick. He didn't want to hurt you. "What did I do?" You were quick to the point. "Does it matter? Nothin's gonna change even if I do tell ya', and besides, you didn't seem to have a problem with me ignoring ya' before." The word vomit was rising in his chest, one backhanded or smartassed response from you and all of his feelings for you would spill out. That's not how he wanted to tell you, not like this, not when you're hurt. Not when he's upset. You must have gathered as much, because you stood up, the legs of the chair making a quiet scraping noise against the floor, and you walked out.

It wasn't until a month later when he met you in the kitchen again. You seemed off, still your usual smug self with the other mercs to a point, but when the topic of Scout would come, that confident demeanor would falter. He felt like he was the only person who noticed it. It was 4am, he had been waking up every other night in the hope that he would see you there. Tonight he got lucky, you were rummaging through the fridge, the light illuminated every inch of your skin. Scout went flush, obviously you hadn't expected anyone to visit the kitchen, that, or you weren't planning on staying in there for long. Your underwear looked good on you. "Oh- fuck! Scout, you scared the shit out of me!" You closed the fridge with a start, seeing the boy looming over you.

"Uh, sorry." He cursed himself for the lackluster response, and for scaring you. "Can...can we talk?" He felt awkward, talking was his strong suit in some ways, and his hubris in others. "Yeah, uh, just lemme pour us some water..." You looked away, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. Scout sat at the bar stool this time, twiddling his thumbs together in anticipation. You stood before him, sliding the glass across the counter towards him chastely. You didn't seem to care that he saw you like this, he supposed that it came with the personality. "Look, I'm sorry for bein' such a douchebag, I just...." He was looking for the words in your eyes, he could see something swelling in them. Love? Hopefully.

"I have a crush on you, dude." You spoke for him, looking down at your own cup. Your face was red, and with the way you started fidgeting with the hem of your underwear, it was clear you had begun to feel insecure. Scout knew the feeling, but this being the third time you had seen him topless, with only his socks and boxers on, he didn't really mind. "Yeah." He managed to breathe out, setting the glass down on the table and resting his hand on his chin, hand covering his mouth. He stared at something, anything other than you. "I've liked you for a while....I just- I know you feel....threatened? by me. It isn't a nice feeling. I can't control my personality....I just..I saw you and I thought that maybe we were the same? And when you started to ignore me...I dunno. It felt like that small confession I made just...made shit awkward."

Jeremy couldn't help but grin. Here you were, the ever confident y/n, wearing your heart on your sleeve for him. You knew how he had felt, he didn't even have to tell you. You just knew. He felt like an ass, but the slight power trip he had knowing that he made you feel just as nervous as you did to him....it was relieving in a way. You looked at him, grin coming to your face in turn. "God, I feel kinda stupid now." You laughed lightly. Scout's heart felt like it was going to explode. "We should make out." It didn't mean to come out like that, but you weren't deterred. He leant over the table, disregarding the empty glasses and pulling you in.

You felt soft, your lips tasting like whatever lip balm you had been using, the smell of your deodorant overpowering his senses. He tugged lightly on your hair with his right hand, his left grasping at the back of your neck in a desperate way to keep you close. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, feverishly you moved your lips against his. It felt like a dream to Scout, the way he had finally gotten you here, now. "D'you...wanna......date....." He managed to get out between kisses. You pulled away, eyes heavy, face red and messy. "Yes." And you pulled him in again.

#tf2 #ask #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 scout #jermer10 #tf2 fluff #fluff #slow burn

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ghostlychief · 1 year

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Ivy

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k+

warnings: mentions of being cheated on; angst; minimal drinking; hurt/comfort; also sorry for any typos/grammar mistakes!!

Summary: Sometimes, old wounds don’t heal properly, even when you think they do. Past insecurities come to light when you see a woman try her best to flirt with you boyfriend, Simon. You can’t help it when insecurities of the past seep into your mind, clouding your judgement.

A/N: OK so this was a request from @cheezitwh0re but i accidentally deleted my original post answering your request (I’M SO UPSET😭😭😭). Anyways, the request asked for a fic about Simon finding out that you were cheated on in a past relationship after you become uncomfortable with him speaking to a woman.

Also, in your request, it sounded like this was something you’ve been through before, I’m so sorry that happened to you, and hope you’re doing alright <3

I hope you enjoy and hope that I did your request justice!

- Lee <3

You really pride yourself in taking the steps to heal from your last relationship; you do. You went to a therapist to talk about the problems that were present in that relationship, and talked through all the trust issues you still held within you. It took a long couple of years to thoroughly work through all your shit, but you did it, and you came out the other side a new person, with a new perspective on relationships. In other words, you were ready to get back out there; date. A scary word for someone who lost their faith in a past lover.

So, by the time you and Simon started dating, you thought you had all your shit figured out, and that nothing from your past relationship would seep into this one, marking it with at stain. Little did you know that your past trauma was still present, although much more diminished than before; a seedling of some sorts just waiting for the right atmosphere to take root and grow.

You and Simon have been dating for a little over nine months now. While you weren’t on taskforce 141, you did work at the same base where the unit trained and stayed, when not assigned to a mission. You were a technical analyst, and you crossed paths with Simon every once in a while. Although you guys never really spoke to one another, you would always capture his eyes with yours, mystified by the man behind the mask.

There was also a part of you that was just physically attracted to him. No one can blame you either, he’s 6’4, massive, and is built like a Greek god. So really, all you needed to do was get to know him a bit better, to see if your personalities worked well together.

You knew a little bit about him before you ever actually talked to the man; only because you were assigned on some missions with 141, only you did not go out into the field, and instead, worked at the base, behind your computer.

You knew he was a lieutenant, had a deep voice, and kept to himself. That was about it. It’s not like the man shared much about himself during meetings, debriefs, or team bonding time. It’s not actually team building time- something you came to learn after your first “session.” No, it was really a time for the team to get a bunch of alcohol and drink together. It was during these “team bonding sessions” that you figured this was your best bet at breaking down Simon’s walls.

Listen, you have respect for boundaries, so of course you weren’t going to try and bother him too much. You were just curious, that’s all. Plus, you had formed quite the crush, and you couldn’t help the feeling of your heart pounding in your chest whenever you saw him, or even when someone mentioned his name.

You’re also not the only woman on the base whose attention has been directed at Ghost, and definitely not the only one with a crush. Does that bother you? Just a little, but you really had no claim over him anyways, so how mad can you really be?

You did have an advantage though, seeing that you consistently got assigned to task 141, and therefore, were invited to their drinking shenanigans.

So, when the next team bonding session rolled around, you had a plan and were ready to set it in motion.

Basically, your plan was to get a little tipsy to work up the courage to go over and talk to Ghost, like officially. You don’t even know if he knows your name, or who you are.

The night was off to a good start- Soap invited you to take a couple of shots with him and Gaz, something you immediately accepted. You cheered to another end of a successful week and downed your shots. You talked with them for a bit, catching up on nominal things, but you enjoyed the chatter.

Though, the whole time, you were distracted; the silhouette of a certain 6’4 man in your periphery.

You were itching to go over to him at this point, but you didn’t want to be rude.

Soap must have picked up on your fidgety nature, because before you knew what was happening, he was calling Ghost over, asking him to take a shot with the three of you.

Well damn.

You couldn’t escape this, not without seeming weird or like you were avoiding him or something.

You hear Ghost walk over; he’s standing next to you now and you can smell his cologne. He smells like fresh rainfall and cedar-wood.

“What are we toasting to, Johnny?” You each have your shot in your hand now.

Soap thinks for a second, “Let’s toast to our new technical analyst, Y/n. Always a pleasure working with you, lass.” He gives you a wink then everyone cheers, “To y/n!”

After you all take your shot, Soap and Gaz run off to who knows where, leaving you and Ghost alone. This might have been the first time you guys were alone with each other, and the silence was deafening.

But before you could say anything, Ghost beat you to it, “I don’t think we ever formally met. I’m Ghost, and I’m assuming you’re Y/n.” He sticks out his hand towards you, and in that moment, you liked to think that he was also smiling at you under his balaclava.

You smile up at him, grasping his hand with yours. “You assumed correctly. Nice to meet you too.”

He nods his head, then releases your hand. You liked the way his hand fit with yours.

Much to your surprise, you two spent the whole night talking and drinking, and by the end of the night you found yourself a new friend.

After that night, it was more common to find you and Ghost chatting, sometimes before meetings, or after debriefs. Over the next few months, you grew closer to the Lieutenant, and eventually you started dating. Something that you never thought would actually happen. But you were happy, excited to be in a new relationship, especially with Simon.

Although he was quiet and seemed to have a thousand walls surrounding him, you came to learn that he was actually really sweet and gentle. Nothing you would have ever suspected. Sure, you guys had your little spats here and there. You guys were still working on your communication. You, trying to give Simon space when he needed it, and Simon, not to immediately shut down when there was a problem.

Things were going well, and before you knew it, nine months flew by.

Did you get some glares throughout the base when it was known that you and Simon were a thing? Possibly. You tried not to let them get to you. He was with you, he loved you. Nothing else mattered, or should matter.

Before you could realize what was happening, old habits from your past relationship started to seep through your behaviors, thoughts, and perceptions of you and Simon’s relationship. The trauma of the past had taken root, quietly and without you knowing, and its vines started to grow within you, threatening to consume you completely.

It was too late when it all came to a head at one of the team’s nights out. The vines grew thick and threatened to choke you before you even know what was happening.

You all were gathered and occupying space in an abandoned warehouse on base that is no longer in use, drinks in hand. You were sitting next to Ghost, his hand on your thigh, every once in awhile his hand would give you a reassuring squeeze. It was his way of letting you know that he was still there, present, with you.

You emptied your drink, so you got up to pour yourself another. While at the table which held all the assortments of alcohol and chasers, you ran into Price. He started talking to you, so of course you stayed and you ended up talking to him for about 10 minutes.

When you turn around to make your way back over to Ghost, you notice that your seat has been taken, by a woman who you vaguely recognize. You really only recall her because she’s one of them who have a not-so-subtle affixation on Ghost. And her liking to your boyfriend did not waver nor disappear when you started dating him. No, if anything it was even more strong, and she tried everything she could to get his attention. She even occasionally makes digs at you in passing. Something you’ve come to ignore since all she’s looking for is a reaction and no way in hell were you going to give her one, no matter how deep her words cut.

Your blood boiled at the sight of them talking. She was turned towards him, with a big smile on her face and you could tell she was flirting, at least trying to. Ghost was still facing forward, not really paying much attention to her, and when his eyes caught you walking back over, his posture immediately straightened and his eyes lit up; almost as if in relief.

You were blinded by anger and hurt, so none of Ghost’s mannerisms clued you in to the fact that he wasn’t enjoying the conversation with the woman at all. No, it blew completely past you.

When you finally approach them, you’re standing in front of Ghost.

“Oh, good. Y/n, I was just talking to Camila here; she works in supply chain.” Ghost gestures towards apparently Camila.

“I don’t think we’ve officially met, I’m Y/n.” You try to keep your voice level, but this proves challenging.

“Oh, I’ve seen you around.” You can’t help but hear the bite in her voice as she addresses you, and her sinister smile says it all.

At this point you’ve had enough. Who is she to be talking to you like this? “Well, I think I’m going to head off to bed, I have an early start tomorrow.”

You see Ghost turn his head towards you, confusion laced in his eyes.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday though?” Camila’s annoying voice once again permeates the air, taunting you.

You try not to roll your eyes, and quite frankly you’re on the verge of tears. The combination of the long week, mixed in with all the doubts that have been swarming your head about you, and your relationship becoming overwhelming.

You decide to just ignore her, and turn towards your boyfriend. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you voice, “I’m gonna head up, ok?” You give him a kiss on the forehead and you hope that he doesn’t catch the tears that’s been collecting in your waterline.

You turn around and head back to your room, trying to forget that Camila is still sitting with your boyfriend. You don’t turn back when you hear her chair scrap on the floor, indicating she moved closer to him.

You didn’t expect for Simon to get back until much later, so you’re surprised when only 15 minutes have passed since you’ve been back in your room, and you hear him knocking on the door.

“Hey, it’s me. Open up.”

You’ve been crying, so you hastily wipe your tears, but its to no avail, your eyes are red and puffy and you know he’s going to see right through you.

You trudge over to the door and open it.

Simon enters, and he walks past you, hands on his hips.

“Do you want to tell me what happened back there?”

“What do you mean?” You’re being stubborn, you know. But it’s taking everything in you to not start yelling and crying even though you know he did nothing wrong.

“C’mon, Y/n. Don’t be like this, I know you’re upset and have been crying. Talk to me.” He turns around and although worry coats his face, faint traces of annoyance start to show.

“There’s nothing to talk about. It seems like you were having a great conversation back there, sorry to interrupt.”

He lets out a sigh. “That’s what this is about? Camila?”

You burst, “Of course it is! Do you think I’m stupid? Half the women on the base have a crush on you or want to fuck you. I have to put up with glares everywhere I go, and, with women fawning over my boyfriend. Do you know how exhausting that is?

And how do I not know you’re entertaining them?”

Now he scoffs, “Wow, you think that little of me, huh? Why don’t you trust me? I have done nothing to lose your faith in me.”

You look up at him to find his lips turned down, eyes hooded, and you know you fucked up, letting your insecurities from the past blind you from what was right in front of you.

It’s your turn to sigh, and you make your way over to your bed, and sit down, head in your hands.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just- I was cheated on -multiple times- in my last relationship and I guess the wounds from that haven’t completely healed, even though I thought they did. I even saw a therapist and worked through everything, well, tried to, I guess.”

The bed dips, and you feel Simon wrap a strong arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side.

He leaves a kiss on your forehead, “Well shit, Y/n. I wish you would have told me that sooner. I’m sorry you went through that in your past relationship, but we can work through this together, alright? You don’t have to try and deal with this on your own.

“We’re a team after all.” His arm squeezes you, smushing you into him even further.

You sniffle, “We are?”

He brings his other hand up to cup your jaw, gently turning your head so you can look at him properly. “Of course, sweetheart.”

“I love you, ok?” He gives you another reassuring squeeze.

You hum, “I love you too.”

His thumb rubs under your eyes, wiping away any stray tears, and in that moment, you feel the suffocating vines retract, leaving you the chance to breathe clearly for the first time in what felt like long time.

Hope you enjoyed!

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noceurstars · 5 months

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”Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”

Rupert Giles x Witch! Younger! Reader

You and the Scoobies try to have a normal Thanksgiving. Try, anyway.

[ w — age gap (20+ years), older man/younger woman, injured! reader, assumed unrequited love, short story, tv show-compliant only, slight canon divergence ]

— divider cred: @/inklore

Living above the Hellmouth meant that nothing would ever be normal. No holidays, no birthdays would ever be like the average person’s.

Thanksgiving and Christmas was the same. Monsters and creatures of the dark never took days off, not with their insatiable need to be evil.

Buffy sighed as she staked what was probably the 20th vampire of the night. Thanksgiving was a time to sit down with friends and family, having a lovely, large dinner and being thankful for the people in your life and the things you had.

But not for the Scoobies.

You huffed, rolling your sore shoulder. A vampire had taken a good chunk out of of your neck, but the second he tasted your blood, he instantly revolted, and you took a stake to his heart.

“You good?” Buffy asks, eyeballing your shoulder.

“Yeah.” But you hiss a little as pain flares through it. “It’s just gonna take a minute to heal. I’ll put some bandaids on it when we get back.”

Buffy cheerily and knowingly chips in a, “I’m sure Giles would disapprove.” That prompts you to give her a deadpan look.

“You know that he doesn’t like me like that,” you reply. You shove your hands into your pockets. “It’s a one-way street. Can we talk about something else?”

She shrugs. “Sure.”

The two of you walked side by side out of the graveyard. Buffy sighs, tilting her head down.

“I really wish Christmas could be normal,” she admits. “I miss it, from when I was a kid. It’s so much different from now.”

“Not as involved with monsters, you mean?” you say, and Buffy nods in confirmation. “Yeah, me too. I feel so… apathetic about it anymore. It doesn’t feel as important, as fun as it used to be.”

“Cons of being apart of the supernatural world,” she adds.

“Truly.” You laugh. “Not to mention—” A scream rips from your throat. Cold heat washes through you and up your spine, all the way up to your skull. Your head jolts back at the pain, and the cold heat leaves as the wooden stake leaves your body, now replaced by odd, liquid warmth.

Oh, you’re bleeding. Bleeding out, perhaps.

You heard the slaps and thuds of fighting as you fall to the ground. You try to have some semblance of control as you collapse in pain, but it doesn’t work. You bump your head into a headstone and more liquid oozes down your skin.

You hear the familiar hissing sound of dust. Buffy’s won. Now you see her over you, terror and fear written all over her features.

“[Name]? [Name]? You with me?”

You gulp, attempting to focus and swallow down the pain. “Kinda,” you hiss.

“Healing magic? Can it fix this?” she inquires hurriedly.

“Probably,” you reply, becoming more and more breathless.

“I’m gonna put pressure on it, okay? The second you feel any sort of clarity, start chanting.”

You let out a loud cry of pain, more blood coming out and staining your shirt. The pain signals the adrenaline in your body. It takes you a couple seconds longer than what you hope before you start chanting in Latin.

It feels strange, your body stitching itself back together. The strange feeling of blood coming out of your body disappears. You huff, the chant ending a minute later. Buffy takes her hands off the wound and you watch her examine it.

“How’s it look?”

“Looks good, head wound is gone, too,” she says. “But we need to get you back to the Magic Box. Giles and Willow might have something they can help you brew up to get you fully healed.”

You lean up using your elbows and hands. You take Buffy’s hand and let out groan of pain as you get to your feet. You two walk out of the graveyard and head to the Magic Box. You thank God it’s dark and no one can see you and your best friend walk through the streets of Sunnydale with her holding you up.

The Magic Box comes into sight not ten minutes later. Buffy uses her key to open the door, but neither of you expect to see the floor of the Magic Box completely cleared out, with a large, decorated table filled to the brim with food and drinks.

Xander is the first to turn his head up and see you and Buffy.

“Happy Thanksgiving, you guys!” he says.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Xander,” you speak breathlessly. And that’s when he knows something is wrong. His eyes trail down to your bloodied shirt and widen drastically.

“Oh, crap.”

“Oh, crap is right.” Buffy sets you down in one of the nearest chairs. “Get the others and tell them [Name] needs a healing potion… or some sort of healing magic. The wound isn’t as bad as it looks, but she needs help crossing the finish line.”

“On it.”

Xander heads to the back to get the others, who come rushing in not a moment after he gets them.

Unfortunately for you, all you can focus on through one eye (the other squinted in pain) is Giles, and the look of worry and concern on his face.

“She’s very pale,” Giles says. His voice is clearly worried. It almost seems borderline… terrified?

“Blood loss,” you say in a shakily exhale. “Healed, yes. Blood back inside the body? Not so much.”

“Can you do anything, Giles?” Buffy asks.

“Let me see the wound and we’ll see.”

You raise your shirt, showing off the nasty scar. It’s not fully healed, maybe three-quarters. You look away, eyes meeting Buffy’s, who’s expression is borderline teasing and full of amusement. You roll yours in return.

“Nothing out of my capabilities I can’t heal,” Giles says. He looks up at you and adds, “But I do have to touch it to heal it.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine.” The second Giles places his hand on the injury though, a large wave of nausea makes you shudder and groan.

“She looks like she needs a trash can,” Xander pipes.

“I’ll get one,” Anya offers, disappearing behind the counter momentarily to grab one. She places it next to you and you thank her.

Giles’ warm hand leaves your lower torso. The wound is completely healed, although you still feel faint from the blood loss. He looks at you again, scanning over your sick expression.

“I’ll be fine in a bit,” you tell, a smile appearing on your face. “I think some food in my stomach would do me some good. Thank you, Giles.”

“You are most welcome,” he replies, standing. “And I think you are absolutely correct. Shall we eat?”

Buffy nods and speaks for everyone’s hungry stomachs. “We shall.”

Dawn sits between you and Buffy. Xander, Anya, and Dawn are on the other side of the table. At the head of the table, between Xander and Buffy, is Giles. Just like a father should be, you think, humored.

“So… What happened? How’d you get such a wound?” Willow asks.

You and Buffy answer in unison: “Vampires.”

“Thought we were done and one caught us by surprise with one of the stakes,” Buffy explains. “[Name] used her magic, but she couldn’t heal it all the way.”

“Glad you both made it back,” Xander said happily. “This Thanksgiving dinner we put together would’ve been a total bust.”

Everyone laughs in agreement and digs into the food. Unknowingly to you, Giles can barely keep his eyes off of you, only looking away to take a bite of food off of his plate. Though he does try to it make it obvious.

Indeed, he’s glad you made it back. He’s glad he’s able to heal your injuries. Life would certainly be a lot more dull without you around.

But as Anya hands you the gravy, you catch Giles staring at you out of your peripheral vision. There’s a look on his face, one you know well, because it’s the same one Spike gives Buffy when she’s not looking.

You smile and raise your glass in a toast. “Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”

Everyone raises their glass cheerily, downing a swig.

You thank this Thanksgiving for giving you hope. Even if it doesn’t last.

#giles x reader #giles x witch! reader #rupert giles x reader #giles btvs #rupert giles #giles fluff #giles oneshot #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffyverse #btvs fluff

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sparks-olivarpente · 1 year

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Byler reunion fics list

Here is a list of "Will and Mike haven't talked for months/years and now find their way back to each other" fics I've read and loved! If you know of other such fics or have written one, please reblog and add them :) Thanks to the writers <3

are there still beautiful things? by @aceoflanterns will attends an open mic poetry night at a local cafe, invitation courtesy of one max mayfield. this turns out the unexpected effect of seeing one mike wheeler again… and maybe also sparking a conversation long overdue.

see me (i'm waiting for the right time) by agustplz (shout_out_lou) It's been ten months since the last time Mike and Will last spoke. Mike shows up at his dorm in Chicago, determined to fix things for good.

the gaps and the silence by @parkitaco (delusionaltogether) "Oh my God, I had such a crush on you back then," Mike says, laughing a little, and sounds so easy with it that it takes Will a couple of seconds to process. or, will and mike reunite 5 years after their friendship ends

bury me in metamorphoses by @hiscleric It’s been seven years since Will Byers vanished from Hawkins for the second time; seven years since he picked up his life, moved across the globe, and finally settled. OR: Running away and the reunion of a lifetime.

anything, anything by inblue It isn’t before Will is inside Mike’s two-bedroom apartment for the first time that Mike realizes a part of him had expected the world to implode as soon as he stepped past the threshold, as if Will’s presence in Mike’s apartment would trigger some sort of ancient curse or something. Or: Five years after the Byers family leaves Hawkins, Mike and Will rediscover each other within a small apartment in New York.

things lost, buried, and found again by iwannabeyourpoetry It’s December 1993 when, in the wake of Lonnie Byers’ untimely death, Will finds himself returning to Hawkins for the first time in years—a morose husk of the person he once was.

Lost Without You by Julia_Skysong After graduating, both Mike and Will struggled to adjust to life after the Upside Down. It didn't help they had already drifted apart. But now, 8 years later, Mike finally reached out again, and the 2 struggle to rebuild their friendship while also hiding their romantic feelings for each other.

The Crossover by @futureboy-ao3 (nbfutureboy) Will Byers, a comic book author and illustrator at the very beginning of his career, initially turns down the invitation to Hawkins ‘HorrorCon’. But after hearing that a certain musician has gone missing - and despite the fact that Mike and Will haven’t spoken since their high school graduation - he can’t seem to shake the feeling something’s seriously wrong. With embeded sounds and songs! :D

More Than a Metaphor by Nikocat Will Byers returns home from college for the first time for Christmas break and he's a bundle of nerves. He's reckoned with some deep truths while away at school, finally coming to accept that he's gay. While he can be open and honest in his new city of New York, Hawkins is an entirely different story. Or Will Byers comes out to the people he loves and gets more than he bargained for.

Reunion by Nymphadoragreenleaf Will comes back after two years away and Mike can't wait to spend the summer with him! But there's someone with him… bonus: Mike being secretly good at cooking <3

The Cemetery Dance by oceanfruit Will doesn't like his memory. He calls it his inflammable wood-- No matter how long it sits out and dries, a fire can never quite catch. Even with the challenges, he tries to forget, hoping one day he'd become unrecognizable. Yet there are things, people, that exist with him in a ghost-like manner. or, Will works in a restaurant, his memories wont let him alone and he can't stand the flickering light. When someone from his past walks in… AU full of mystery!

Path of the Paladin by olliecoddle "A paladin who has broken a vow typically seeks absolution from a cleric… " or, a few hours after delivering his father’s eulogy, Mike Wheeler punched his former best friend squarely in the face.

Can This Be a Real Thing (Can It?) by Pseudologia They’d graduated and Will had disappeared — not just to Mike, to everyone. It’s not like it was mean-spirited. He needed to leave Hawkins in the rearview, to figure out who he was without the ghosts of monsters at his heels (…) Except, well, now Mike is sitting here, at a gay bar…

Fool Me Once by @queerxqueen It took nearly three years of growing apart, but Will Byers has finally gotten used to life without Mike Wheeler. He has El, he has Max, he has his art, and, as of two days ago, he has a full ride to art school in Chicago, so things are good. Right? So when Mike climbs through his window one night and stumbles back into his life, Will’s not prepared for the resurgence of old feelings…

I Wanna Be Anything You've Lost by @edelweiss-coffee (scout_thewise) Will left his hometown after graduation, determined to get to know himself in New York City. It's 1992, he has a great job as a florist at The Secret Garden, and life is beautiful and fulfilling. He wouldn't change a thing… -or- Someone familiar has been hired at the coffee shop below his loft, and Will's avoidance tactics are taking a rough blow.

meet me at memory lane by @smoosnoom Still, it’s fine. It’s all fine. He’s allowed a bad day or two. It’s fine. “Will?” What’s not fine, however, is when he finds Mike Wheeler on his front porch step. or, It's senior year, and, after three years of silence, Mike and Will find their way back to each other.

Shrike by StepfordSnarker It's the late '80s, and Will is coping with the loneliness of having left the Party behind (…) It's the early '90s, and Mike is coming to understand that there are some people worth losing your false sense of self for. But now that Mike and Will have parted ways, this realization may have come too late.

Stepping On the Last Train by @suzieburself After everything they've been through, it is Mike who rips off the final band-aid of their friendship. Years pass of Will pretending like he never thinks about Mike at all. Years pass of him forging his own life and finally letting go. But when a young boy shows up at Will's apartment, it becomes clear that he'll never fully be done with Mike Wheeler.

I’m a Wreck (Without You Here) by @talkingtothelights Mike has been living 2,200 miles away from his family and hometown for the past fourteen years. He rarely visits, but when he receives heartbreaking news, he’s forced to return home for a funeral. It’s in this unfortunate chapter of life that Mike must come to terms with the consequences of abruptly running away from home and perhaps reconnect with the one person he’s tried his damnedest to forget about.

#this took me forever to write x_x #but i love reunion fics #byler #byler fic recs #byler fic #byler reunion fics #reunion fics

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jeanette-luminia · 9 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? || 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶

Synopsis: You smiled and said, “Love is…” you paused, looking up to the moon, then to his eyes. “The person you want to be human with.” You smiled. “That’s how I viewed it though.”

Prompt: Love is... the person you want to be human with.

A/N: I have been unmotivated for the past few days so I browsed through my writing inspo on ig and found this post by @artbyastronoht and it made me think of Nanami. No use of Y/N.

The simple, bare minimum thing makes love humane.

“What is love?”

It was a stupid question, He thought. Everyone knows what love is. Love is something deeper than everything. Love is something that you’d sacrifice to get it. It was something more that people cannot explain in words alone. They express it in different ways that feel almost normal—yet it has different meanings.

He doesn’t know why.

He doesn’t know how to approach this topic to anyone, so he kept it. Years have passed, and many have professed their love to him—yet he didn’t feel indifferent to it. Entering a relationship, in hopes that he’d understand what it means; what love means.

He stopped looking for it. It was a waste of time. In this society, money is the only thing you need to survive, love is just a benefit of it. So, he decided to forget about it. He spends his time working, earning money to live. He wakes up, eats, works, and sleeps. The cycle continues for years.

But, whenever he sees a couple, high school sweethearts, or a family passing by—something in him provokes him. The question he long asked himself lingered again. What is love?

The work was shit. Being a Jujutsu sorcerer is shit. Die with regret, and there is a chance that you can become a curse. Being a sorcerer does not benefit anyone. You die with your comrades, you get hurt on a mission, you fail to save people, and you’ll feel like your youth is robbed.

But, the more he thought about it, the more he saved innocent people, it allowed him to build up small bits of appreciation from innocent people. It was enough to die without regrets.

So he came back.

And there you were. As if you’d been waiting for him this entire time. He’s happy to see you, always has been. You’re still the kind person he knew. You were still the same person all those years ago. You greeted him with a smile—You weren’t mad that he left the Jujutsu world. If anything, you understand him more than anyone.

That's what he loves about you—

Love?

Is this love?

It felt different from all the love he has received. It felt warm and right. It felt like love. It radiates between them. The aura was seen in others' eyes. Yet he wasn’t sure if it was love, maybe it was his thoughts messing with him. He’s been deprived of the thought of love that he thinks that this feeling is love.

You can see something bothering him. He was a reserved man, but this is something you can’t shake off. You asked him what was bothering him.

Naturally, he was surprised. People around him couldn’t see if something was bothering him. Or if he’s having trouble over something. Though some do notice, they usually brush it off. Nanami is a reliable guy, he’s smart. He Can figure it out on his own. He knows everything, he can do it.

It was always “He can do it” but never “Let me help you.”

For him, it was weird. He wasn’t used to it. The care, the way you notice him. It made his heart leap. This feeling is new to him, he was 24 for god sake. Feelings shouldn’t be a problem for him. It shouldn’t bother him, especially now he has returned to become a Jujutsu sorcerer.

The more he stayed silent, you just stayed by his side. Waiting patiently for an answer that may satisfy both of you. You heard him sigh, and he looked up and stared at the moon that shines above.

He finally said it. “What is love?”

Saying it felt a sort of relief, yet nervousness. Are you gonna laugh at him? It was all unfamiliar to him. He wasn’t the one to be desperate, but he was getting impatient at this point. Soft breaths filled the air of November, soft dim light from the lamp post. Autumn has been getting chilly, it was the evidence of winter once again.

He heard a soft hum, then he turned around to look at you. He stared at you for a while, he stared as you thought of an answer. He can hear the thud of his heart, his nose was starting to flare with pink, along with his ear. He was embarrassed. Rightfully so, he thinks.

You fluttered your eyes open, feeling the cold wind hit you.

You smiled and said, “Love is…” you paused, looking up to the moon, then to his eyes. And he swears something happened. Something definitely happened. His heart couldn’t stop beating. There was a lump in his throat. In this cold November, his hands begin to sweat. This wasn’t him. What is this feeling?

“The person you want to be human with.” You smiled. “That’s how I viewed it though.”

To be human with. Was it that simple? He wasn’t disappointed by your answer. He was more surprised that he didn’t even give it a thought. To be human is to do mundane routines. Groceries every Sunday. Baking pastries with your beloved. Embracing them in bed. Waking up in their arms. Coming home with your other person, hugging them, and exchanging “I'm home” and Welcome home.” The I love yous every time you’ll leave the house. Cooking each other food. Taking care of each other when one of you is sick. Sleeping in on weekends because both of you miss each other. Enjoying each other’s company.

To be human is to embrace the emotion inside you. Being happy when little things happen. Getting upset over small yet significant things. The feel of anger bubbling inside you. The way jealousy feels. Whenever you felt your heart drop. Feeling every significant feeling that a person can feel. Joy, sadness, love, hate, envy, lust, jealousy; and much more.

That is what it means to be human. The simple, bare minimum thing makes love humane.

All of the things he feels, it was love towards you. It was the love he wants to experience with you. He wants to experience things he hasn’t experienced with you by his side. He wants to be with you.

All the things he have been feeling when you were around, was love. It all makes sense. He wants to spend his lifetime with you. That was love. This is love.

#☕: writes #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #Nanami kento #in love with nanami #i love him so much

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Ninjago HeadCanon

So we all know how Kai is like a year older then Nia right? Well I personally like the idea the he is maybe 4-5 years older than her.

Have it be that his parents left when he was like 5 or 6 right? Ok...Now imagin poor little abandon 5 year old Kai just sitting out on the porch of his house with a baby Nia bundeld in his arms just waiting and hoping to god that his mom and dad will comeback like-

"Dont worry Nia, everythings gonna be ok. Mama and Papa will be back any minute now and soon you be able to eat. But in the meantime, your big brother here!"

And they just never return-

I think Kai stole. Kai 100% stole shit from people. He stole food, he stole medicine, he stole a red dress from some hanging landrey for Nia and she never knew. Kai was either taught by a group of criminal how to steal cause they took pity on the poor boy, or he fucked around and found out. There no inbettewn. He was like a Little Aladdin minus the monkey.

I also think Kai or dropped out of school or just never whent so he could focuse on raising Nia.

He would probably be forced to leave Nia alone, or leave her with the neihbors while he "went to school in another village" as he told them. Which really meant working a lot of odd jobs and stealing. Later on when he got older, he probably did a couple of crimes to earn money. Everyone thought he was a Darkly student and the cops even sent him there a few time, be never botherd correcting them.

Kai didnt really care much about his own education and health, but Nia? You better belive he did everything he could to make sure she had the best shot at a good future. He would steal books and tools so his sister could study and "grow up super smart!". Though, since he didnt really now much, he didnt really give her stuff that was really her level

7 year old Kai gave a 2 year old advance robotics book and thus, genieuse machanic Nia was born!

When Nia was 6 and old enough to go to school Kai cried tears of joy she actually got to go. This is also around the time that things got a bit easier cause he got a part time-job and started up his dads blacksmith. He was really bad at it but the money was coming in.

Kai fought tooth and fucking nail to hide all of the struggle from Nia to the point that she has no clue they had it so bad. Her conscious came online when she entered school so anything that was really bad she dosent remember.

She hasent conected the dots about the fact that she was a baby when she was abandon, and that her 5 year old brother raised her.

By the time they are with the Ninja, the others only sort of understand the fact that they were abondond. Except for Lloyd.

Only Abondond, runaway, took care of himself, Lloyd clocked what Kai went through and all of a sudden, "the guy that bullied me a bit and also saved me" becomes, "the guy who was just like me once" and he sort of just..."our big brother"

We dont talk enough about the fact that Kai be it this headcanon or in canon, was abondond as a child, and had to just deal with.

#ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago headcanons #kai smith #ninjago au #he was abandond guys!#its so sad #send asks

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iloveyouemanuelmarco · 22 days

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Hmm, I've been thinking(Okay so for context, for all my life up to now aka since being born technically, I was raised into a family household that believed in Christianity but mostly leaned towards the Catholicism parts of such since I've heard there are many different types of people of faith with all different names and traditions, customs and cultures of said interest and everything which I think is pretty cool in its own right atleast but anyways- From what I can remember from being apart of my small and average main family system, my mom along with my grandmother from her side of relatives and such, are seemingly the most passionate and active in the church when compared to my dad. My father isn't hateful about such beliefs nor is he even considered an aethetist or agnostic, but he hasn't been following many of the typical "rules" or societal normaly that is considered when being apart of said group. For example, while my mom and grandma go to church every Sunday whenever they can so they can worship our lord and savior of God and his son, Jesus Christ, my dad is often uninterested in traveling to make the literal 5-10 minute journey though he mostly stays inside anyways watching old movies from different foreign countries sooo(No hate to him by the way, if it pleases him then I hope he has fun doing that^^). I'll admit, while I do make attempts to go with my mom, I often find myself unable to due to disinterest, but it's not disinterest in him ofcourse. I would never ad I love him very much and always have, but it feels like even though I do care about our Holy Father and that I haven't directly rejected him, my current daily life atleast as of lately has been feeling like I have currently abandoned him somehow or that I have somehow drifted away from the right path and have become deaf to his word. It honestly makes me very upset since I should be more loyal and honest to him now that I think about it. I used to be such a happy little girl who would pray every day in the morning before school and at every night before bed. I used to go to a private religious catholic school where I would go to church there sometimes too(half of the time it was mandatory on certain days during the hours but still)and even if I didn't understand everything due to my young age, I would quietly sit and listen I'm an attempt to learn more about the holy scriptures and such with my classmates and the other students from different grades/ages. I used to prepare for the moments during one's usual journey, being excited that I would become closer to God by wearing my white dress and getting baptized with other certain selected students(I don't remember what the specific event was called but I remember it being very important to me at the time)and I don't know...I sorta miss it. I miss being so happy and careless of all my anxieties but now I am stuck here...I don't want to stray away from God's love any longer, I don't want my true reality to break away because it makes me afraid of if I somehow commit some sort of unforgivable sin that'll destroy any sense of humanity I have left...(I know that sounds dramatic but please. I am really trying to make a solid attempt at explaining all of this right now so as complex as it may seem, keep in mind that my brain is starting to function again for once in the dying light that is my empty and boring life that while I am still grateful for, has been causing me much hurt and pain in so many ways). Currently I am a 16 year old eurocentric and privileged middle-class white-latino feminine presenting person who is actually a member of the LGBTQIA+ and neurodivergent community too according to doctors/psychiatrists or something(I don't know, that's what my dad has said since my late diagnosis at 12 which is that even late?? It's so confusing at times ughh but that's just how it is I guess haha).

On the internet, specifically here and on the couple of social media platforms that I publicly have, I have used these safe spaces to more accurately and honestly express myself when it comes to my identity not only when it comes to sexuality and gender but also with the intersectionality of my race and ethnicity, my hobbies, interests and talents, my wants and needs and etc. I have said before that I am a privileged and middle-class eurocentric 16 year old white-latino feminine person in real life but actually wants to present as more of who I am being a bisexual(male preference having)aceflux female to male transgender person who to be honest is probably more of a mostly male but still bigender or genderfluid person since I still feel connected to growing up in perceived girlhood but I don't know yet...who does know though at that point???Pfttt...I don't hate my body and I know God made me beautiful in my own way just like all the other unique people he created all through out the history of the planet Earth, but sometimes it can be hard since I think the most queer people see me as is just maybe a bisexual cis girl who might be on the asexual spectrum???I hope I am making some sort of sense with my explanation...somehow so with all that being said, I guess I've had some sort of short epiphany in my brain where I've realized something important for me that I've almost forgotten. I need to actively take steps to come back to God and I know somewhat of how to do it but I would appreciate a little more help from others with more expertise aka experience for those who don't have a big and fancy vocabulary in their inner-mind library haha- I do sincerly apologize if I have caused genuine annoyance for anyone with this post for whatever reason as my normal posts are coming back soon once I get back online but for now, I need to go study and do more research on how I can save myself and others for when he comes again. I know it sounds scary but it's actually wonderful so please don't be scared of him, because he loves us all no matter what and nothing can turn us away from him. Worship him and confess your sins because it's good to be honest and he loves you, after all he knows you best like you know yourself since he created the beautiful building of love and passion got the world that is your soul. It's never to late to choose him and to spread the good word of the gospel<3. Please stay safe and have a good day or night wherever you are and thank you if you've read the entire paragraphs of rambles I've written haha. I really do appreciate your support whether it be here, there or anywhere else!!:)You must keep surviving for you and I, for us and eachother but also for him too...

Also P.S: Hope you guys don't mind but I'm gonna put a nice scenery image here since I like being calmed down and enjoy embracing the beauty of nature, especially when we're lucky enough as humans to photograph the right moments atleast!!Other animals sadly only get to enjoy it in the moment which can be too fast since they're constantly needing to survive actively♡.

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collection of my favorite alpha couple related quotes

"You have, uh, memories of the house that you first gained consciousness in, as a child, you think, when was the first time I was really conscious of my house? Even if you grew up in a hateful house, it's probably a nice memory, this awareness of your surroundings and that's where you belong. Now, the negative of that image, right, where you're conscious of where you are for the first time ever and you become conscious at the exact same instant that it's really not where you want to be? That's where these two people live."

tallahassee (the song)

"This couple that, that was supposed to get a divorce and then didn't"

going to dade county

"This is another one of those little songs, uh, about two people who I love so much that I continue to cause them to harm one another, uh, and I imagine them in my mind cursing me, but they can't do it without my permission, 'cause they're my people, so. It's a very old song. I hope someday they'll forgive me, but I suspect that they won't."

"This song also has a message, but it's a sort of simpler message. And that is: if the person that you live with and love is trying to kill you, it's best to leave."

spilling toward alpha

"This used to be my favorite song to play. It's one of those songs about this couple that I dreamt of that, that was divorcing. Always they'd be divorcing. If you go over to their house, they were open about it, in my mind, you'd go and say, 'hey, you guys, what's up with you?' 'Ah, you know, I'm-a divorce his ass, fuck this guy,' and then he'd be like, watching TV, and go, 'She says that all the time and she's not going anywhere, she knows where the booze is at,' and then you say, 'Wow, what time is it getting to be? I suppose I'll be on my way. It was --' and you lie… 'It was good to see you both, I miss you, so come on down some, sometime,' and meanwhile, when you leave, you pray to the God in whom you don't believe that they will never, ever drop by your house, because they'll fuck that shit right up. I have an affection for this couple. I wish they would get the divorce that they need, but it never seems to happen for them. I'm in control of the situation, so there must be something wrong with me, that I won't give them what they want."

alpha sun hat

"…I don't quite get what is going on in this song. Most of the time I have a pretty good idea of what's going on with the people, and I don't really know what is behind the refrigerator in this song. I will someday find out."

alpha gelida

“This song is about a house in southern Florida where a lot of bad things happen because of the two people who are making the bad things happen to each other. They really do love each other but they’re not really entirely clear [on] how to express that. So, they try to kill each other.”

southwood plantation road

"This is a song about how you find yourself in a relationship that's really not going where you had hoped it would go, and you say to yourself in the seventh year of that relationship, 'Why am I still hanging out here? You know, that's seven years off my life, I only have so many on this planet. That's seven years I've given to this -- well, I'll stick it out another seven, see what happens.' I'm here to tell you that you don't have to give those second seven, really, seven seems like a fair point at which to start cutting losses. But you know and I know that you're not even here tonight if you're into the whole concept of cutting losses."

"There’s a Led Zeppelin song that goes ‘Good times, bad times, you know I had my share.' Well, this song takes out all the other stuff that was confusing the narrator, the parts about the good times and the having your share. This song is about having more than your share, more than everyone else’s share, bad times coming into your house and overflowing out onto your porch. Bad times. Bad times. Bad times! Game Shows Touch Our Lives!"

game shows touch our lives

"This here is a song. That I want you to sing...to the one you love. When the time comes, you will know when the time comes. You won't like it. You won't feel like singing. I want you to remember, when the time comes that I told you this thing would happen. It will make you look crazy. There's nothing like looking crazy to give you the edge."

(two years later in a different venue) "Anyway, if you like this song and you know the words, I should like for you to sing it like you mean it, all of the words, because there may come a day, there may come a day when you're gonna need the words to this song. You'll be sitting there, going, 'What has become of my marriage? This blows!' I want you to remember that I gave you a little something that you could sing, because when that time comes, there won't be much to do besides sing."

no children

"This is a song about encroaching dread."

peacocks

"I wonder if you guys saw this commercial that they used to play when I lived up in Iowa. I didn’t see it anywhere else, I don’t know if it was nation wide, or what, but, um, they use to have this commercial they would show that was like, you know… laughs it was the best thing. I hope you saw it! But I don’t know if it was maybe a Iowa and Minnesota get-people-to-go-to-the-lakes thing– though I assume you have lakes down here also. But it was a kid’s voice– oh, this is going to be a long story, hold on– It was a kid’s voice and reminded me of one of the best songs of the 80s, that great decade the 80s that brought us such great music as “Dear Mister Jesus.” Did you ever hear “Dear Mister Jesus?” It was a song sung by a five-year-old, and it was that sort-of Christian pornography, that like, you go, “Oh, the kid said Jesus. What could be better?” And if you are like a guy who is going to Mega Death shows in Long Beach in his spare time, you look at “Dear Mister Jesus” with wonder and reverence and go “Aw, this is the best time to be alive!” because “Dear Mister Jesus,” right? But it was clear that they had asked the kid to talk dumber then she actually was and she sings like: “Dear Mister Jesus, I don’t know what to do” and it was like that, right? So this commercial I’m thinking of that ran in Iowa, was the “Dear Mister Jesus” voice, but the kid was asking his father to take him fishing. This is the sort-of thing that weighs very heavily on Midwestern Dads, I think. If you are a kid listening to this, and you want to just rip out your Midwestern father’s heart, then I suspect asking him to take you fishing on a day he can’t do it is a good way to do that. But the commercial went: “Take me fishing, because I won’t be nine forever!” “Take me fishing, because there’s only one sunset a day!” And I would watch this video and go “Oh man, Dear Mister Jesus has gone fishing, this is cool!” Right? I want you to bear those noble sentiments in mind as I play an unreleased song from Tallahassee about the day the guy gets drunk and goes fishing."

alpha chum gatherer

"This is a song - takes place in California - it was on the first CD - it's about that moment in which you know it's not going to get any better, but you want to prove to somebody exactly how strong you are."

orange ball of hate

#the mountain goats #alpha couple #the alpha couple #sorry for how long this is. i like them #post

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asking abt the sad wheeler sibling thing

i am in the business of ruining everyone's (especially nic's @messrsbyler) day with sad wheeler sibling ideas so here is my pitch for a book 4 scene

(on a side note. i need to like. probably explain this more in terms of my thoughts on themes in the books but that's another ask for later lol. in my brain this series goes something like

Book 1: Water

Book 2: Earth

Book 3: Fire

Book 4: Air)

so, we're to book 4 now, and we're near the beginning of the plot that occurs in this book. henry returns to hawkins, and long and short of it, somehow, el/will/mike end up fighting him, somewhere separated enough to where the others can't help (or the others are preoccupied by spirit attacks. don't ask me the how all this happened/what the set up is yet bc i have Not One Clue lol).

el is obviously the primary one fighting henry, while will and mike are there trying to help keep spirits from her, and one way or another, el gets up getting injured and knocked unconscious by henry. so now, will, who is still trying to figure out his own connection to the spirit world and the abilities that this connection gives him, is forced to fight henry. it becomes very, very clear though that henry is far too powerful since he manages to toss will aside—though not injuring him as badly as el gets injured, just knocking him out for a few moments.

and henry turns to mike and begins attacking him, which i talk about more here. will is partially conscious but unable to get up because he's still out of it, so he's watching in horror as henry does to mike what he did to max (and what he did to will, a couple years ago). with all three of them now rendered useless or close to dead, henry leaves, to do what? no clue, i'll figure it out later or maybe nic will!

after seeing mike fall back to the ground, will manages to crawl over to him, and he quickly realizes mike isn't breathing, so he desperately starts trying to save mike. i think about this scene as a parallel of sorts to the lucas trying to save max scene, except while lucas was only able to keep max's heart beating, will is only able to help mike breathe but not restart his heart. he's crying, begging mike to hold on, and screaming for anyone to come help him.

nancy's the first to find them, and will, panicked and breathless and crying, begs her to come help—because nancy can bend lightning. she can restart mike's heart and help save him. will needs her to help him save mike. he needs nancy.

but this is nancy, and god, i hope everyone knows that i love nancy wheeler with my whole heart and also that i love gray areas. because nancy sees that el is unconscious too, sees a pool of blood around the avatar, and it's her first instinct not to go to mike but to go to el.

and nancy quickly realizes el's heart has stopped, el isn't breathing, and they're about to lose el too. they're about to lose the avatar—the only person who can beat henry.

if they lose el, it's game over. henry will take over the world long before the next avatar comes along, and he'll always be one step ahead of them. his deep connection to the spirits will help him find the next avatar long before anyone else does. they cannot lose el.

and nancy knows this.

so even though her little brother is there, pale and lifeless and only breathing because of will's airbending, nancy makes the hard call. how is it always her being forced into these situations? how is nancy always having to choose between duty/the bigger picture/what will matter most in the long run and the people she loves and cares about? and sure. nancy has never been that close to mike. they've struggled their whole lives to get along, and their firebending has always been a point of contention—the unfortunate result of their parents' expectations and inability to show either of them genuine love.

but this is still her little brother. and nancy wants to scream, because this isn't fair, but there's no doubt in her mind what she needs to do. el comes first. restart el's heart. ignore will's screaming and begging for her to help mike. block out the sight of mike's body, limp in will's arms. just focus. do what has to be done.

nancy chooses el, but really, nancy chooses the avatar. nancy chooses the world.

(but will chooses mike.

every. single. time.)

#andi's asks #your wheeler sibling angst for you #i love a good morally gray situation #and i don't think nancy's in the wrong here #she did what she had to do #but it's heartbreaking #atlagate #stranger things/avatar au

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Oh please I need to know about the des mafia au! 😘

YES god this one lives in my head fucking rent-free

wip title game

desolas mafia au

so this one actually started as a bit of a crackpot idea with @korblez because oops the friend oc intertwiner machine ran overboard. he has a whole clan of ocs for the turian mob, and through some timeline crack figuring we figured out that in my verse, the raid that killed desolas and saren's parents happened not terribly long before his oc marius left the military to found the zuikos'i, and that just kindaaaa "hey des has the personality of a mob boss, what if" and here we are

for setup: in 2118, desinian and veniria arterius are killed in a pirate raid on the remote colony town of ifura on carthaan, leaving their sons desolas (age 24) and saren (age 5) orphaned. desolas, serving his mandatory service in the army, was a part of the responding squadron, but arrived too late, and was the one to find his parents' bodies and rescue his brother from the woods behind the house where their mother had told him to hide. a couple years later, desolas has turned bitter and aggressive, having refused therapy for his growing depression and ptsd, instead clinging tightly to his last living family members (his brother, as well as his paternal grandmother and great-grandfather) and the few friends still stationed with him. saren has gone selectively mute, never making a sound except to wail inconsolably when separated from his aforementioned 3 relatives. major marius cassi, desolas's CO at the base on taetrus he was sent to after bereavement leave, sees the potential in him that's being smothered by his own downward spiral, and his heart breaks for him. when events in his own life lead marius to say "fuck it", leave the military, and found his own criminal organization, he makes the offer to desolas to leave with him and join him.

in the main verse, des of course turns him down, wanting the stability of the military so he can make sure his little brother will be provided for, but in this au he accepts, and joins marius in founding the zuikos'i. from there, i have a sort of trilogy:

the first fic is the setup, following both desolas and saren. with desolas we see the founding of the zuikos'i and his relationship with marius, finding a surrogate father figure in him as he navigates his own grief and trauma that he hasn't been allowing himself to process because he felt that saren needed him more. with saren, we stay home with the rest of the cassi family and watch him slowly heal and grow in his own right, and through his internal monologue learn more about what this little (selectively) mute child has seen that he will never give voice to.

in the second, we fast forward several years. this one is desabrudas-centric; desolas is a fully-fledged mob boss in his own right, while his old friend from the taetrus base valis abrudas has become an officer. both of them still remember the other and the bond they shared, and regret not being able to stay together, and hope the other is doing well. when a chance encounter pits them against each other, desolas gets a wild hare up his ass to pull valis over to his side, while she becomes determined to bring him in one way or the other, each remembering who the other used to be craving what they used to have. so begins a game of cat-and-mouse, a friends-to-enemies-to-lovers dance across the stars; the only question is, will she drag him back to the hierarchy by his crest, or will he sway her over to a life of crime?

the third main fic is kryterius. in this au, nihlus's father never dies, and nihlus grows up to be a rough-and-tumble terminus merc just like his parents before him. saren, meanwhile, is an enforcer, and isn't particularly invested in the job, but it's a good outlet for the destructive energy his biotics make while letting him pursue other interests on the side, plus he idolizes his big brother, so he's willing to stick with it. they cross paths by chance during a skirmish, and then keep crossing paths, to the point nihlus starts to mock saren that it's because saren is into him. while saren venting about the annoying shithead bastard freelancer who he definitely doesn't think is attractive no sir that keeps getting in his way, marius overhears and takes a surprising amount of interest, and saren is tasked with bringing nihlus in, alive. along the course of the hunt, saren slowly unravels more about this annoying red freelancer and his connection to marius - and, against his will, realizes he actually kinda doesn't want to throttle him too hard.

so, basically: heavily extremely self-indulgent au featuring a lot of friend worldbuilding (like, this would be a joint project, this would be a NoisyNoiverns-korblez collab crossover extravaganza patent pending) and des being a smarmy bastard and saren being a pining maybe-demi gay mess, thank you for your time

#press conference #threewhiskeylunch

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neon-green-reagent · 2 years

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UFO Abduction Movies That Shoot Me Into Space

When I discovered The X-Files so very many moons ago, I developed a hyper-fixation on UFOs and extraterrestrials and people who claimed to have been abducted. My opinions have changed a lot over the years, to be sure. But one thing hasn’t changed. Regardless of what I believe, the notion of an incredibly advanced group of beings kidnapping you and taking you apart like a toaster... I mean, it scares me. It did then, which is why I was fascinated probably. And I still think it makes for a damn good story. Which is why I made this list. So let’s go.

Fire in the Sky | I saw this one around the time of my X-Files craze. I think it owes a lot of its popularity on cable at the time to the rising ratings of that show. It covers the real life case of Travis Walton. He was leaving a logging job with his coworkers when he was abducted, and his friends drove away in fear. By the way, what a bunch of dicks, but I digress. The movie takes liberties. The biggest one being that quite memorable scene toward the end where Walton fully remembers what the aliens did to him. I’ve mentioned this movie in a list before, I think, as pants-browningly scary, and I stand by that regarding that scene alone. It transforms a dark drama about PTSD into full-on horror.

Communion | This one’s about Whitley Strieber’s supposed abduction story. It stars Christopher Walken, who plays Strieber like a person who was living on another planet long before the E.T.s every arrived. Which the author didn’t take kindly to, but it results in an absolutely riveting performance. You seriously cannot look away from the bizarre choices Walken makes with his acting. Couple that with “this is what Scientologists actually believe” levels of wackiness, and it becomes one of the darkest comedies to ever see the light of day.

Alien Abduction | Simply named. This one is all about the Brown Mountain Lights. A family goes into the mountains of North Carolina for a little vacation, and they get bodied by a bunch of grays. This one hits the spot in a way that I didn’t know I needed until I watched it. If you read the actual accounts of these experiences, it’s ambiguous what the creatures want, and they tend to insist they don’t mean the abductee any harm. THESE GRAYS MEAN A LOT OF HARM. They dish out some fucking HARM. Not ambiguous. You’re a lab rat. Get ready to be ripped off this earth by a tractor beam that will break all the bones in your body as it hurls you through space and into a greasy ship to be turned inside out by evil, monster doctors. YEAH. Yeah, it’s that kind of movie.

The MacPherson Tapes | As mentioned in the found footage list, people thought this was real. That’s so charming to me, I can simply never let it go. I just love that. These kids in costumes... People went, OH MY GOD THAT’S A ALIUM. And It’s just adorable. I say that, but I can see that without credits or a title sequence, the film comes off as horrifyingly sincere. Just a family celebrating a birthday, when all hell breaks loose. The most chilling part being the mind control bits. Grays are famous for being able to speak to humans without moving their mouths, implying psychic powers. This movie takes it to the next level, turning them into little Professor Xs who can lure you outside when you lock yourself up in your house.

Dark Skies | What I love about this one is the way that it mimics a paranormal film. Tweak a little of this, and you’d assume ghosts or demons. But the film turns a corner, and we’re in UFO territory. The extra special thing about that is, what can you do in a ghost movie? What tropes do you use to protect yourself? Move out of the house. Get a priest. Some paranormal investigators. Holy relics. Meanwhile, if your problem is extraterrestrial, there’s not a damn thing you can do. They have better tech. They’re way smarter than you could ever hope to be. And they’re tenacious. The movie sort of chews you up and spits you out in that sense, when you’re used to the ghosts being banished by the end.

I know, it’s a short list. The X-Files might’ve made it popular, but not many people have been willing to tackle it for horror. If you know of more, tell me. I’ll try them. Though not The Fourth Kind. Wasn’t too fond of that one. Otherwise, fire away!

#horror recs

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sunflowersanddaydreamsingreen · 2 years

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TW overdose, death

I guess I should tell the sunflower story. It comes with a couple poems I wrote for my friend Nick who ODed and died in June. They are at the end. I wrote the first poem before the acceptance kicked in and when it did, boy was it awful. I was so angry. I wasn’t angry that Nick relapsed, or that he was using, or that he ODed, or even that he died. I was mad that he was dead and mad at him for it.

Saturday a couple weekends ago I was having a particularly awful grief day. I was in my car listening to a fantastic femme and queer led Heathen podcast called Heathen Wyrdos. (Go check it out!) In this particular episode they were talking about UPG (unverified personal gnosis) and about receiving confirmation from deity and/or spirit. They said to ask for a sign and make it so oddly specific that you couldn’t logic your way out of it. Now, I’ve never been one for signs from the universe or signs from god or anything. Maybe some serendipity now and again, or a well placed coincidence, but not an actual direct sign. I though what the hell, though. I could constantly feel the emptiness in the world where Nick used to be and I was exhausted and in pain. I said, if you’re still with me, I want to see 5 sunflowers by the time I pull in at the lake.

Well I didn’t see any sunflowers that day and thought Ah, well it was worth a shot. But the next day? Sunflowers everywhere. I saw real sunflowers, a painting of a sunflower, sunflower emojis, a business card with a sunflower on it, just so many sunflowers. Then, I went to my first grief support group and the woman who started the organization and led the groups was wearing a sunflower shirt. Their symbol is the sunflower bc when sunflowers can’t find the sun, they turn in toward each other. Then, as I was leaving she said, “I hope you get to see our sunflowers bloom soon.”

Was that enough for me? Nope. Completely oblivious until that evening when I was sitting under my favorite tree scrolling Facebook. I thought, “boy there are a lot of sunflowers,” and then, “OH!” I lost count that day at 27 sunflowers when I tried to stop and remember them all. It really shook me. Before Nick died, I firmly believed that after death we just stop existing. That’s it. We become worm food and nutrients for trees and feed back into the life cycle of the planet. I felt a lot of comfort in this. After Nick died, I started hearing his voice, but I don’t believe in that sort of stuff, so I reasoned that it was memory of his voice and my brain comforting itself by thinking of what he might say if he were with me. I still don’t know about all that, but the sunflowers got to me. I couldn’t logic my way out of it.

Shortly after that, on my first day of work at a new store, an old friend of ours came in that I hadn’t seen in years. He gave me information that I desperately wanted, but was honestly a lot better without. It fucked me up. I mean bad. I was a wreck the rest of the night. Later that week I wrote another poem. I said, “if you’ve found your smile again, send me another sunflower.”

A couple days after I wrote the poem, I was texting a friend that I am working with on a cause directly related to Nick’s death. We were trying to coordinate a time to talk on the phone. They said, “I hope the meeting goes well,” and sent me two hearts and a sunflower. When I asked them about it, they said they didn’t know why they had sent it because they’re usually very intentional about that sort of thing. Then I told them the story.

Every day since then, I have seen at least one sunflower in some strange sort of way, sometimes a bunch of them. One time it was on a coffee mug that I had bought bc it had a gnome on it and didn’t realize there was a sunflower on it until the next day. Another was on a shirt I found at a store that I liked — last one and in my size. Another time there were sunflowers in the bathroom at a restaurant I went to, one time on my little niece’s new diaper bag, once in a new display at work that I didn’t see until I ran into it. They’re everywhere.

My next tattoo is going to be for Nick. It’s a quote from an Andrea Gibson poem that says, “What I want most in the world is to live the rest of my life desperately wanting to live it. I want to give that to you.” And of course, sunflowers. I don’t know that I’m a true believer in signs or life after death or anything, but I’m happy knowing that he’s ok and I’m happy knowing that, in some way, he’s with me.

July 16th, 2022

Sunflowers

The last time I didn’t answer my phone,

somebody died

but you didn’t even call first.

It’s hard to figure out who left who.

I hugged you extra long

the last night you sat in our circle

because some dark part of me already knew

I’d never see you again.

You left, but I quit first.

Or maybe I’m just projecting —

Projecting over the chasm of a 2 1/2 year long goodbye.

I want to reach back through all that time

and tell you that your eyes remind me

of the center of a sunflower.

If I dress it up in metaphor, I’ll never have to admit

that I was in love with you.

You smiled like your backbone bent

ever in the direction of the sun.

Did you burn out?

What was it like on the day your sun set for the last time?

Did you cry out from the ground for water?

Did the pills get stuck in your throat?

Did you fall asleep dreaming of shade?

Where you scared ?

Who did you wish would burst through the door

just before your eyes slid shut

to remind you that you were worth saving?

You are *still* worth saving.

Did you see it coming?

Did you want to?

They were wrong.

It’s not “every day clean is a miracle.”

It’s every day *alive* is a miracle,

But sometimes miracles drown every living creature on earth

except for the chosen righteous few.

Well they chose the wrong one!

You were more human than I could ever be,

more alive than I could ever dream of.

You weren’t just another flower, you were the sun.

They say that the sun will die one day too

and that the blast will kill us all if we survive that long.

This feels like the test run.

I don’t know how I’m still standing with my back straight

Without your light to remind me

how warm the center of a sunflower feels.

So many of my poems end with I should have these days

but the truth is just that I was in love with you

and gave it a million different names.

Now the only name I can remember

is grief.

July 26, 2022

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I wish your suicide hadn’t been so slow.

I want that for you

just as much as I wish you weren’t dead.

What kind of hell did you run through?

Did you laugh in the flames or did your heart break?

Were you having the time of your life or watching your life slip away?

I don’t even want to know anymore.

I got 3/4 of an answer last night at work and threw up in the parking lot.

I didn’t recognize your ghost anymore.

Do you see your reflection when you look at yourself over my shoulder

in my bathroom mirror?

I want to break it into twice as many pieces as my heart.

Instead I take a sharpie and write

“You are a goddess and you bow to no one”

across my forehead in the glass.

I can get it off later if I scrub hard enough,

if my brain convinces my heart of my mortality again.

I don’t know what I believe anymore.

That will happen when the dead sends you 27 sunflowers.

I don’t know how to live like this.

Everyone has a suggestion or a fix and none of them fit

the way the sunflowers in the tea pot on my altar do.

I took your picture down, moved it to the shrine of the dead

and lit a candle underneath .

I have heard that to blow out a flame is disrespectful,

but I did it anyway when I couldn’t bear to see your face in the light anymore.

What do you call it when you hit rock bottom and keep going?

I don’t want the answers but the questions linger on my tongue

like the orange market spice that I drink every day

just to feel you close to me again.

My stomach is the closest thing I have to a heart these days.

Maybe that’s why the moments that really hit me

make me feel like throwing up.

I want to purge the reality out of my body

but I don’t know how to write about anything other than death anymore.

I stand behind the cash register reciting your epithet to customers under my breath.

I sit next to the ice cooler where no one can see me and I cry.

I “fake it until I make it” through a 3 hour long panic attack.

I miss our old friends.

I want to hear your name from someone else’s mouth,

but when he walked up to buy his milk and bread

after three years of being forgotten,

it almost put me into the grave right next to you.

I raged for the rest of the night.

I cried in the candy isle where there are no cameras.

I screamed inside my lungs until there was no more air,

until I sat gasping on the floor next to a mug of dandelion tea

that I brewed to give me strength on my first day of my new job.

I wonder what the night would have been like if I just had water.

When we closed I scoured the internet for your records,

trying to learn why you were ordered back into the rooms.

Instead I found your middle name.

Did you see your reflection over my shoulder

as I wiped the mascara from my face in the men’s room.

I left my sharpie at home so the only thing I saw in the mirror was your shadow.

I don’t want to know anymore.

I don’t want to know where you went or who you went with.

I don’t want to know how many times you ODed before it killed you.

I don’t want to know what her name was or how long it took you to die.

I just want to know you’re ok now,

the Nick I held too long that last Thursday night.

If you’ve found your smile again,

send me another sunflower.

#overdose #death #OD #12 steps #addiction #addiction recovery #addiction awareness #addiction and recovery #overdose awareness #messages from the dead #messages from the universe #messages from spirit #sunflowers

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neutrallyobsessed · 5 months

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December is finally here. And soon it'll be almost christmas. For three years in a row, Miles and Kay could spend the 24th togheter in his office. Just their own little office party for two~.

Damn, 3 whole years they've been togheter as a couple, and they could not be happier. Still, there was something that was troubling Edgeworth; Kay is a social butterfly, she loves to meet new people, talk to strangers, attend large events and gatherings. It was recently that he started to notice this sort of sadness in her smile when she declined an invitation to a christmas party.

(is she getting bored of this?)-he thought. And he worried. While last year they've spent most of the 31st separately, they still met before 11pm to welcome the new year togheter. Miles felt horrible, acting so selfishly. He needed to correct this.

Edgeworth came back to the office with the documents he needed for a case, Kay was busy dusting the higher shelves. It was a difficult topic to bring up, but he had to. She climbs down the ladder, so I guess the time is now.

"So, christmas is coming up..."-Edgeworth kept his tone neutral

"Yeah, you could say it's almost christmas"-Kay said playfully and his nose exhaled in that ok, that was funny way. He'd never thought he could find humor in such personal, grim topic, but she just had that ability of making him smile everytime-"This is so exciting, I wonder what should we do this year~"-she wraps around his shoulders as he sits on his chair.

"Well, I've heard that Detective Gumshoe and Ms. Byrde invited you to a christmas party at their new house"

"Yeah and they told me that you weren't coming so I guess I'm not going either"-Oof, that stings, this is no good

"Kay, just because I'm not going doesn't mean you can't go"

"And leave you alone on christmas? On Christmas?? No way, I'd rather make you company and if it's gonna be just the two of us all chirstmases then so be it!"-Kay exclaimed, hugging the prosecutor tighter

"It'll be fine, Kay, I'll be fine"-Miles grabs her by the shoulders, hoping she'll understand

"You'll be more fine if i was with you"-she gave him a cheeky smile

"God, you're crazy"

"Crazy in love with you, yeah"-and gave him a peck on his frown

"Please no, I can't hold you back like this!"-he said becoming exasperated

"And I can't make you do things that make you uncomfortable"-Kay responded trying to match his tone, but she softened-"...And you're not ready yet"

"But what if I was ready actually?"-his stoic expression hide what his hands gripping the opposite arms didn't: a lot of tension, even then, Kay was able to read him like a book

"No, you're not"-she sighs and places her hands on his, relaxing him a bit-"I know you don't like social events all that much and you don't have to force yourself to come when you don't want to. It takes time to change something like that"-Miles sighed defeated. He felt pathetic, unable to do that small sacrifice for his girlfriend.

"But..."-his eyes lifted slightly to see her as she spoke-"My family told me this New Years party will be very small, a lot of them are travelling, spending it with friends or their partners families. Less than 10 people. I'd say it's pretty managable, so if you'd like to come~"

"I'd love to"

#yes i didnt draw anything for this year but i was able to write this little something something :3 #kayworth #mitsumiku #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #ace attorney #aa #fics #fanfic #almost christmas

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