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suashii · 3 months

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suna rintaro x reader. 1.7k wc. ﾉ suggestive ﾉ fluff ﾉ college au ﾉ fwb!suna ﾉ miya twins appearance :3

there’s no way you could miss that annoyingly familiar pattern of knocks at your door—you only know because you tried. it was foolish to think they’d go away on their own, after all, the one behind them can be just as irritating.

with a heavy, dramatic groan that you hope is audible from the hallway of your apartment complex, you toss your phone on the coffee table and begrudgingly pad over to the door. pulling it open is the only way to put a stop to the rhythmic banging. an equally annoying smirk painted on suna’s face greets you at the threshold.

“if i didn’t know any better,” he sticks his hands in his pockets, a sparkle of mischief shining in his eyes, “i’d think you were ignoring me.”`

you send him a smile, one that you’d use on a coworker you don’t like but have to be civil with. “believe me, i tried.”

“yet you opened the door anyway,” he retorts, squeezing past you and into your apartment. for someone you barely consider a friend, he sure is comfortable barging in. you can’t find it in you to care, so you simply close the door and turn to face him. he’s looking at you with that same smug expression. “sounds like you can’t resist my charm.”

you snort. charming isn’t the first word that comes to mind when you think of suna, hell, it’s not even very far up on the list. you suppose you have to give him some credit, though. even if you can’t put your finger on what it is, you can admit that there’s something about him that you find appealing. otherwise, you would have called that first night with him a one-time deal. “why are you back so soon? is your sex drive really that high?”

he raises his brows at your thinly veiled suggestion. “i’m actually here to get my hoodie but if you had other ideas, i wouldn’t be op-”

“just get your jacket and go.” you shove his chest with both of your hands before you slap the palms to your cheeks that are quickly warming in embarrassment. suna chuckles but holds back from teasing you any further, instead making his way down the hall to retrieve his forgotten garment. it’s a little ridiculous how acquainted he is with your apartment, you think as you watch him push open the door to your bedroom.

maybe you should start meeting at his place more often.

no, that would be weird. having one designated meeting area is the only thing keeping your relationship so casual. he’d definitely take it the wrong way if you asked for a change of scenery and as much as you give him shit, you don’t want to part ways with suna so soon.

another set of knocks, one much more calm and expected, breaks you from your reverie. you spin on your heel and pull your thumb nail from between your teeth in favor of answering the door. on the other side stand the twins.

“hey,” osamu greets you with the raise of his hand.

you return the greeting with a silent wave.

“what are you doing here?” atsumu asks.

your eyes flit over to the blonde. “funny thing, ‘tsumu, i actually live here.”

“not you, smartass.” he fights the urge to roll his eyes, instead choosing to tip his chin up in a silent gesture. “him.”

you turn to look over your shoulder where atsumu’s gaze falls to find suna standing behind you, hoodie in hand. your eyes widen and your shoulders jerk up in surprise. it’s not that you had forgotten he was here, rather, you didn’t anticipate the three men crossing paths.

as far as the twins knew, you only ever came in contact with suna through them. to see the two of you together—alone—surely must have presented as suspicious. the last thing you want right now is to explain your relationship with him.

you angle your head to face the twins with what you hope is a composed and convincing expression. “oh, we have the same psychology class.” that much is true. “he came over so we could work on an assignment together.” that? not so much.

it seemed to be enough to appease the twins but you can hear suna’s terribly concealed laughter from behind you. it takes everything in you not to jab your elbow into his ribs. to stop yourself from doing so, you announce his leave. “anyways, we’re finished and he was just on his way out.”

a few seconds pass but suna makes no move to leave.

you meet his eye with a sickly sweet smile. “aren’t you leaving?”

“i was,” he starts, and you can tell that the rest of his statement won’t be doing you any favors,“ but it looks like you guys are hanging out. can i stay?”

the two of you haven’t done anything with the twins since you started shacking up and you aren’t confident in suna’s ability to keep that bit to himself. he needs to go. “we’re just watching a movie. and it’s atsumu’s turn to choose so it’ll probably be awful.”

“hey!” the blonde shouts and you’re sure you can hear osamu snort.

you ignore atsumu’s petulant display, staring down suna in hopes that your unyielding gaze is enough to get your message across. he shrugs. “i don’t mind.”

there’s no way he’s this slow-witted; he’s got to be toying with you. pushing any further would only be more suspicious, so you cave and agree. “fine.”

an hour and a half—two hours, max, you think as you watch the bag of microwave popcorn rotate in the appliance. and you’ll be focused on the movie. it’s not like your catching up over lunch or anything. you doubt there’ll even be an opportunity for either of you to drop the ball. yeah, it’ll be fine.

at least, that’s what you think before you see how the three have decided to seat themselves on the couch. you’re used to sitting in between the twins—they both insist that they can’t sit next to each other. as strange as it is, you’ve never questioned it. though, you did think that suna would be enough of a buffer between the two.

apparently, they’d be using both of you to widen the gap. you bite your cheek to hold back a sigh as you situate yourself between suna and osamu, setting the movie snack on your lap.

atsumu says something about you eating your words before starting the film but all you can focus on is how suna scoots closer to you. you stick your hand in the bowl of popcorn, hoping the movement makes the way you gravitate toward osamu more discreet. your eyes are glued to the screen but you can feel suna’s on you.

there’s half of the movie left when you let your guard down. suna’s been awfully quiet and the twins’ periodic bickering lightens the once tense atmosphere. you’re almost back to your completely relaxed state when you feel a weight on your right shoulder—the side suna’s sitting on.

you (thankfully) can’t turn your head to face him so you settle for looking at him out of the corner of your eye. you can’t see much, but you’re sure that his eyelids are drifting closed. through a whisper, you ask, “what are you doing?”

“this movie’s boring,” he mumbles, the whisper of his words distorted because of the way his cheek is pressed to your shoulder. you can practically feel his pout against you and if you weren’t in the company of others, you might have considered bringing your hand up to stroke his hair.

“i told you it wouldn’t be good,” you murmur, turning your gaze back to the tv. if you looked at him any longer, you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep your hands to yourself and the heat radiating from him isn’t helping either. you chew the inside of your cheek as you think up a way to get out of your current position. “just say you’re tired and head out early.”

without paying your suggestion any mind, suna shamelessly asks, “can’t we just go to your room?”

“what?” you struggle to keep your voice low at the nonchalance of his question. “have you lost your mind?”

“god, your mind is so dirty today.” you can hear the humor in his voice despite how quiet it is. if you could see him, you’re sure he’d be eyeing you with that dumb, annoying smirk. “i just meant to sleep.”

the combination of his initial proposal and his explanation light your cheeks and the tips of your ears on fire. it’s frustrating that he’s able to fluster you so easily. although, a little part of you, one that you’re trying and failing to bury deep down, actually likes it. once the embarrassment lingering behind the warmth fades, you’re left with a feeling you have trouble putting a name to.

if you had to guess, it was something like yearning.

you shake away the thought from your head. your mind shouldn’t be wandering there—not here, not now. you quietly clear your throat before whispering, “we’re not going anywhere together. just hush and watch the movie.”

to your surprise, the man only hums.

by the time the movie comes to an end, suna is sound asleep on your shoulder. you should just nudge him awake, walk him out the door with the twins, but you can’t seem to move. it’s a bad idea, staying put, but you can’t help but think this is the least you could do after trying to run him out all night.

“you guys can go,” you tell the two of them. “i’ll wake him up in a bit.”

they take their leave, no questions asked.

the two only make it five steps from your door before osamu blurts, “they’re totally fucking.”

a grimace overtakes atsumu’s expression. “gross.”

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 11 months

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Sweet Tooth

summary: Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish becomes a frequent customer in your café from one day to the other, always ordering the sweetest options on the menu. You start to prefer his presence over that of all your other regulars, which is why he leaves such a large gap when he's suddenly gone for three months.

notes: don’t drink coffee, so idk which one is the best – pls don’t come at me if you hate it!!

warnings: fem!reader, smut, lots and lots of food mentions

tagged: @ghostsoapgirl @devstinyy @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper (msg me to be added/removed from a taglist <3)

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When the client dings the bell on your counter a few times, you expected him to be someone rude, probably annoying and hard to handle. Instead, he leaned over the counter and gave you a bright smile.

“Could I get one a’ those things there?” he asked, pointing to a caramel chocolate slice sitting in the display.

“A chocolate caramel slice?” you replied, and he shrugged.

“Sure. Could I get a coffee with that?”

“What kind?” you asked, and he gave you another dazzling smile.

“Whatever the lady thinks is best.”

You snorted at his obvious flirting, but nodded. “I’ll make you a mocha to go with that slice.” You suggested.

“Thanks love.” He replied, handing over some cash. As you glanced outside, you noticed that it was already late. Close to closing time, actually.

“Isn’t six a little late for a coffee?” you asked him as you handed his coffee over. The café was deserted of other customers, probably due to the opening times. A regular sat in the corner, scribbling onto her notepad.

“I’ve got jetlag anyway.”

“Where you coming from?” you asked.

“Mexico.” He answered. “Little bit more tropical than ‘round here.”

You glanced around once more. It didn’t seem like anyone needed your assistance, so you slid onto the bench across from him.

“Home from vacation then?” you asked.

“I wish.” He replied.

“You’re not from around here.” You said. “Never seen you.”

“Never home for long. The name’s John, by the way.”

“Y/N.” you replied. “You should come here more often. Those caramel slices don’t get sold on their own.”

“You work here on the other days too?” John asked.

“Yep. It’s my café, so I’m always behind the counter.”

“Then I’m sure to come back.” John replied,

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As promised, he came back the next day, this time for breakfast. It became apparent very quickly that he had a sweet tooth. After two chocolate croissants and a brownie, he finally brought his plate back to you. You knew it was an excuse to talk to you, but you certainly did not mind.

“How do you stay in shape eating all that?” you asked, taking the plate from him.

“My Lieutenant’s a tough guy.” He shrugged.

“You’re military?”

“Special ops.”

“Do you have one of those callsign thingies as well?” you asked, and he snorted.

“Yeah. Soap.”

“Soap?”

“I’m good at cleaning and bad at losing, love.” He replied. There it was again. The nickname that made your stomach somersault and you grin like an idiot.

“You still there, hen?” he asked, and your eyes snapped up.

“Yeah, of course, why?”

“You’re staring.”

You knew you were blushing. “I wasn’t.”

John laughed again, stacking his empty plates. He grabbed a phone from his pocket, sliding it across the table.

“Nokia?” you asked. “Does that come with the special ops package?”

“Pretty much.” He replied. “Are you going to put your number in for me, love? Don’t wanna come back ‘ere and see the café bein’ closed.”

“Will I be opening the café for you in the middle of the night then?” you asked, putting your number into the phone.

“Nah. Just wanna have someone to talk to.” Johnny replied. He left some time afterwards, promising to come back soon.

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‘Soon’ turned out to be three months. And when John did return, you were in the process of closing up. You froze when you saw him standing in the doorway. He was still wearing some of his military uniform, a heavy duffel bag in his left hand, his other holding his ancient phone.

He looked forlorn, standing there, as if he wasn’t quite sure why he’d come.

“Hey.” You mumbled, immediately feeling like an idiot. You let your cleaning supplies sink, walking towards John.

“You okay?” you asked, trying to get a reaction out of him. Slowly, he nodded, before changing his mind and shaking his head. Hugging him felt instinctual, and he hugged you back almost immediately.

At some point, he let go of you, and you carefully maneuvered him to sit at one of the tables, slipping behind the counter to make him a cup of tea. John didn’t talk as much as he normally did, and you sat with him in silence for a while.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” you asked. He seemed to think for a while, before a hint of a smile returned to his face.

“Let me take you out.” He said finally.

It wasn’t something you had to think about, even though his response seemed a little cheesy.

“I’d like that.” You replied, and his smile widened a bit more.

He texted you the next morning, using abbreviations that you were sure no one else on the planet was using. It was an invite to an Italian place, one that was near your café and you knew was good. So much so that it made your stomach rumble at the thought of going there tonight.

For once, you were the one walking towards John, who was already sitting at a small table, tucked away in a corner of the restaurant.

As you approached him, John stood up to greet you with a warm smile. He pulled out your chair for you and you sat down, feeling your heart flutter at the gesture.

You both ordered your meals and began to chat about anything and everything. Even though you thought it impossible, John still managed to order the sweetest main course on the menu.

John told you about some of his experiences in the military, repeating over and over how he was leaving out the redacted parts, but you still found yourself hanging onto every word.

As the night wore on, you found yourself feeling more and more drawn to him. There was something about him that just made you feel comfortable and safe. And his easy laughter and charming personality didn't hurt either. When it came to the check, John insisted to pay, arguing that it was just him making up for his tips at the cafe (which had already been more than generous).

And as if that hadn’t been enough, John walked you back to your café after dinner. When the sidewalk became slimmer and slimmer, you felt your knuckles brush against his. You weren’t bold enough to grab his hand, but Johnny seemed to notice your hesitation, gently grabbing your hand.

“I hope it’s not too sweaty.” You said sheepishly, and John laughed, shaking his head.

“Woulda probably been my hand, if anything.” He replied.

“You know you don’t have to walk me to the café, right?” you asked softly. He shook his head in response.

“My Ma would kill me if I didn’t.” John said.

When you reached the door, he turned to face you and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. There was a moment of thick silence, before he cleared his throat.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, his words only half a statement.

“The café’s closed.” You told him, knocking against the glass where the opening times were displayed.

“After tomorrow, then?” Johnny asked, and you nodded. He pulled you into a quick hug, before turning to leave. For a moment, you debated what to do-

“Fuck it.” You mumbled, grabbing his hand. John turned around, and before you could overthink your decision even more, you pulled him in for a kiss. A not-so-sweet or gentle one this time.

He pulled you so close your feet barely touched the ground. When you broke the kiss, he had a wide smile on his face.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Didn’t want you to go.” You admitted with a shrug.

“That’s one way o’ doin’ it.” He laughed, before he pulled you back in.

Almost in a flurry, you pulled him around the coffeeshop and up the stairs behind the building, into your apartment. Soap kicked the door shut behind him, lifting you up into the air. Your legs wrapped around his waist automatically.

Maybe you should have told him where the bedroom was, because Johnny seemed to halt for a moment. Before you could say something to him, he set you down on your kitchen table, his mouth finding your mouth.

As you felt a warmth spread through your stomach, his hands began to brush over your thighs, grabbing them with large hands, almost as if he was asking for your permission. His touch, even through clothed legs, made you feel dizzy, and a small moan escaped your mouth as his lips found yours again.

Eventually, the tension became too much to bear, and your hands slipped down towards his pants. Already, he was straining against the fabric, and that made you feel even dizzier, even more incoherent. All words left your brain, leaving your mind fuzzy.

Still, your hands worked on their own, slowly opening his pants. Johnny groaned in response, encouraging you to continue. Through the fabric of his boxers, you palmed his dick, and he leaned into your touch, pulling you even closer to him, towards the edge of the table.

Suddenly, there is a sense of frenzy that hadn’t been there before, a rush of taking off clothes. Your apartment was still dark, but when Johnny took off his shirt, kicking his pants to the ground, you could finally feel him. The strength that seemed to run through his muscles and lied right under his skin might have scared you, but right now, it was exhilarating.

Your own shirt was flung somewhere in your kitchen, your pants pooling under the table as Johnny pushed himself between your legs, his hands wandering downwards until-

“You’re so…” he began, trailing off. His fingers trailed up the insides of your thighs, setting your skin on fire, until they found your cunt. Quickly, he spit on his fingers, before beginning to rub your clit. Your head fell onto his shoulder, a groan leaving you. His mouth still on your neck, his fingers entered you.

He moved slowly at first, letting you accommodate before he sped up his movements, finding that spot inside of you that made you scream. Instinctually, your mouth found his shoulder, biting down. He seemed to like the pain, a loud moan escaping his mouth. You swore you could feel him smirk.

When your mouth left his shoulder, his hand shot up, holding your neck as his other hand began moving eratically. Inside of you, you could feel an orgasm building. You must have begged Soap for something, because his other hand slipped into you again, fingers crooking up.

You swore you saw stars. It sounded like a cliché, like something that would never happen to you, but you did.

“Can I?” he asked after a moment, his hand still on your thigh. Taking a breath, you nodded. With that, his boxers were gone as well, and Johnny lifted you up, slipping into you slowly. There was a small stretch, but you had already come once and he took his time with you, again.

Slowly, Johnny began to move, looking at you for any signs of discomfort, but as another moan feel from your mouth, he kissed you again, moving his lips against yours as if he was a drowning man and you air keeping him alive.

“Can I fuck you against the wall?” he asked, his tone almost begging, and that stoked something inside of you.

“Please.” You replied, gasping as he picked you up, carrying you again. All the while, Johnny stayed inside of you, until your back hit a wall of your apartment. It didn’t matter which one, only that Johnny was still moving, still making you feel good.

Johnny seemed to be able to read your mind, fulfilling your every need. His hands were all over you, palming your breasts, stroking along your curves, holding you close. He made you feel beautiful.

Your own hands were grappling to find something to hold onto. At some point, your nails dug into his back, raking downwards. You attempted to be gentle at first, but he spurred you on, asking you for more, almost begging. He liked pain, you realized.

And so, you increased the pressure when you felt like it. When Johnny thrust into you, you raked your nails down his skin, so harshly that you thought they would draw blood.

Your second orgasm took you by surprise, and it was good that Soap was holding you up, because you knew that your legs were shaking too hard to hold your weight. He followed soon after, pulling you even closer, his arms wrapping around your body.

Afterwards, he set you down on your sofa, helping you clean yourself up.

“Your legs are a little shaky.” He noted smugly.

You huffed in response. “I think your arms aren’t doing too well either.”

Johnny laughed, handing you a glass of water as he dropped onto the sofa next to you.

“Seems like you really like Italian cuisine.” He said, and you laughed, letting your head drop onto his shoulder.

“Maybe I just like Scots.” You replied.

Johnny rolled his eyes, but he pulled you into his arms again.

“You really like hugs, huh?” you noticed. Johnny smiled, nodding almost bashfully.

“Are we doing this again? He asked.

You looked up at him. “The hugging part, the eating part or the fucking part?”

“All of the above?” he asked. When you agreed, Johnny kissed you again, taking his time with you until you felt your heart speed up.

“Oh god, if you don’t stop we’ll have to go for a second round.” You groaned.

Johnny smirked. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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No More | [3] | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: i think i have a storyline. i’m winging the SHIT out of this y’all it’s not even funny. (…maybe a top gun-ish au but we’ll see) I LITERALLY CANNOT FIGURE OUT HOW TO KEEP THIS GOING BUT I KEEP FINESSING??? WHAT IS HAPPENING. this sucks too but whatever. i love it. messy is messy and i love it

warnings: angst, cussing, MEDICAL ATTENTION/INACCURACIES, cerby being both useless and useful but we love him, MENTIONS/ALLUSIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE (NOT ABOUT ANYONE FROM 141), cussing, violence, trauma, Top Gun ;)

summary: It takes time heal a wound that big. Alejandro and Soap are big oafs, you have unwanted conversations in person and in text, one with Keegan and one with your elusive best friend back home.

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Against Simon’s best protests, you found yourself sitting at your desk on base, already gone over files you meant to before the mission. Your pen hadn’t stopped writing as you signed off on patient notes, confirming what you had put down when you examined them.

It was nearing ten in the morning when your personal phone began to buzz. You glanced up from your notes, grabbing it and looking at the notifications.

ROOS: Alive?

It was your best friend. He texted you every few months to make sure you were, indeed, alive. He fought you tooth and nail about you joining the 141, that’s why you don’t talk as often as you used to.

YOU: Maybe. What’s up?

ROOS: Just checking

YOU: You okay?

ROOS: Had a bad dream.

ROOS: Are you okay? Are you safe?

It wasn’t often that Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw asked if you were safe. It wasn’t often that he texted you at all. Your nightmares were about surviving a plane crash, eating dinner next to frozen and rotting corpses in a town in Ukraine - his nightmares were of flying back day after you crashed to explode your plane so the enemy had no access to the technology, his nightmares were of the weeks of mourning he did of you because your rescue was a classified Special Forces op. That and sometimes, it was of the night you two don’t speak about anymore. He’s protective of you.

YOU: Yes, I’m safe. And at work. I’ve got like 10 guard dogs.

ROOS: Okay

YOU: One of them’s a real dog

YOU: Are you okay? Do you need me to call you?

ROOS: No

YOU: Was it about Ukraine or about Nevada?

ROOS: Nevada

Well, there goes the not talking about that specific traumatic night.

YOU: Do you want to talk about it?

A knock sounded at your door, you glanced up from your phone to let out a calm, “Come in.”

The door opened quickly as you heard the clack of claws on the concrete, you pushed your chair away - a smile invaded your face. Cerberus yapped like a puppy, his front paws coming to set on your thighs as you took his face in one hand, scratching his head with the other while still holding your phone. “Hi, baby.”

The German Shepherd shoved himself forwards, his wet tongue licking your nose and cheek - you pushed him down and laughed, “No kisses, honey, we’re working.”

“He likes you a lot more than he ever will me.” You looked up to see the familiar cloth skull mask of Keegan, his hands shoved in his pockets. You smiled at him.

“How’s your chest? Doing okay?”

Keegan nodded, moving forwards to place Cerberus’s blue leash on your desk. He shrugged, crossing his arms.

“Just came to say thank you.”

Your eyes widened a fraction, hands stopped petting Cerberus - who whined in annoyance. His wet snout pushed underneath your hand, trying to get you to continue to pet him. “I just did my job.”

He sighed, going to pull the chair opposite of you out. He sat down quickly, hands wringing each other. “You didn’t-“ He paused. “You almost died.”

“Part of the job.” Your eyes glanced at your files on your desk before you set your phone on your desk.

“I remember how bad your nightmares were when you first joined us.” He recalled, hands settling on his thighs before he finally locked eyes with you. “Just wanted to make sure you’re gonna be okay before we leave.”

“So soon?” Your eyes widened with surprise. “I thought Price was keeping you guys here for a couple more months.”

“That plant they’re building is something big. Caught the eyes of the US Navy, which means-“

“Top Gun.” You finished for your friend, he gave you a knowing look. The only thing he knew was that something bad happened to you on a mission in Top Gun, he knew about the nightmares.

“Look on the bright side,” Keegan’s voice pulled you from almost jumping off the precipice into what could happen. Your hands clenched into fists. “You’re a very important medical Captain, and you’re not under their jurisdiction anymore.”

You would think. You wanted to say that Laswell kept you as a standby pilot, even though she promised you she’d never make you fly. So, in the eyes of the US Government, you were still a Top Gun asset. A damn good one at that, to the point you knew that Top Gun was pestering Laswell for you back. You wouldn’t tell Keegan that though - he’d rip someone’s throat out with his teeth.

Keegan cleared his throat. “You don’t ever have to fly again, Mercy.”

Before Ghost, there was Keegan who woke you from nightmares. Sure, he wouldn’t hold you but he’d sit next to you and quietly talk about something random, something informational - like the design and sinking of ships. If you put thought to those talks, you would be able to talk about his favorite ships. He was a good friend, incredibly loyal. You were the same.

You nodded, hands going back to pet Cerberus, whose head had settled on your thigh, eyes gazing up at you. You looked at him and smiled, scratching behind his ear. He let out a happy little yap before you looked back at Keegan, a solemn nod came from him.

“You know my number, Mercy.”

“Rest up, Sergeant.” You commented, he stood then.

He walked towards the door, opening it before he took a brief pause, looking back at you. “Be careful with Ghost.” And with that, he was out the door and had shut it behind him. Your eyebrows furrowed.

Keegan had known you two had been together since… you got together. What does that mean?

Cerberus whined, making you look back at him. He raised his paw and smacked your leg, you pet him with one hand as you grabbed your phone again, seeing more messages from Rooster.

ROOS: Trying to wake you up in your apartment. Then it was me running to the ER with you in my arms.

ROOS: I hated that feeling

ROOS: I still hate it

ROOS: I’m sorry I’m bothering you

ROOS: Please don’t tell me if you have a boyfriend again

You internally groaned, knowing how incredibly protective he got of you because of your last relationship - which was almost five years ago. You kept scratching behind Cerberus’ ear, his leg thumped against the floor.

YOU: …Surprise?

ROOS: I think I’m going to have a heart attack

ROOS: I’m gonna throw up

YOU: If it makes you feel any better, we’ve been together for a year and a half and he hasn’t done anything to me other than make me overthink things. He loves me and I know he does

ROOS: It does not make me feel better you ass. YEAR AND A HALF AND YOU HAVEN’T TOLD ME

ROOS: And stop fucking saying shit like ‘oh he loves me, he loves me not’ . That’s exactly what happened last time, you’re starting to fucking freak me out

YOU: I don’t know what else to tell you. He’s a good man.

ROOS: Last time you said that I broke my entire hand in a man’s face. Please tell me you’re safe

You wouldn’t have taken that shit from anyone else. If anyone snapped at you like that in person, they’d be on their back with a knife on their throat. By you or your guard dogs - Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro; Rudy, if you asked nicely. All the men you’ve grown to cherish their companies.

You began to type to Rooster again when there was another knock on your door, three in rapid succession. Your eyebrows furrowed, slightly annoyed. “Yes?”

The door flung open, Cerberus whined when you stopped scratching his ear as you stood, seeing Soap stumble in with a hand on his head. You flung your phone onto your desk, eyes widened. Right behind him was Alejandro and, unsurprisingly, Ghost. You were immediately around Cerberus and your desk, reaching for Soap as he groaned in pain. “What the Hell happened?!”

“Muppets got too involved in their trainin’.” Ghost growled, Alejandro gave you a smile to which you noticed the bloody gash on his forehead.

“You’re both idiots.” You grabbed Soap’s arm and pulled him towards your cot, motioning Alejandro to follow. Cerberus weaved through your patients effortlessly, immediately going straight for Ghost. He pawed at Ghost’s leg while you forced and Sergeant and Colonel to sit on your makeshift examination table. Both of them stared at you, Soap looked like he was out of it. You grabbed a pair of medical gloves, pulling them on quickly.

“Also might be nursin’ a hangover.” Soap mumbled, you rolled your eyes. Of course he had gone out last night. You would have smacked him upside the head had he not been cradling it. You forced him to move his head, seeing the bloody gash on the back of his head near his mohawk.

“Christ, how hard did you headbutt each other?” You mumbled, going to grab your med kit.

“Was his fault.” Alejandro murmured, closing his eyes. “Feels like he cracked my head open like a coconut.” You pulled out your pocket flashlight from your vest, making Soap face you again.

“Keep your eyes open and look at my nose.” The Scot blinked a few times before staring at your nose, you flashed the light into his eyes - they were both reactive, so there wasn’t brain damage. You held up your finger. “Follow my finger.” His eyes followed your finger back and forth, he was responsive so you weren’t worried. You put the flashlight back in your vest before moving Soap’s head again to look at the gash. “Helluva hit, fellas.”

“Thanks.” Both Soap and Alejandro said, the Colonel laughed.

“Didn’t mean to hitcha that hard, hermano.” Soap mumbled as you moved to Alejandro, instructing him the same way. Look at my nose, follow my finger - his coffee like eyes were sinkholes, he did as you told him. If you had taken a moment to set back, you would’ve said that he was your new version of Rooster. A Special Op Limited Edition, with better maintained hair and great jawline.

If you weren’t so enraptured by Simon, you would’ve dove for Alejandro the second he gave you any sort of glare. But no, you’d choose your ice cold boyfriend over a cowboy casanova. Maybe in another life.

You moved the Colonel’s head towards you. It was a thin cut on his forehead, jagged but nothing a small bandage can’t fix. You turned around, peeling off your gloves before grabbing your phone. You opened it, amazed at how many texts Rooster had sent.

ROOS: Please don’t ignore me right now I will get Ice on the phone this instant

ROOS: I mean it

ROOS: Sorry you’re probably busy

ROOS: Just stay safe please.

ROOS: I can’t have a repeat of that shit .I’ll lose my mind

ROOS: Call me when you’re free

ROOS: Please

ROOS: I really don’t want to have to go detective on you and show up at your doorstep like a dog

ROOS: Cause I will

ROOS: You’re worrying me, please don’t make me have to call Mav. If I have to call Mav you will never hear the end of it I SWEAR IT. YOU’LL HEAR ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU’RE DEAD

YOU: I’m working, I’ll text you later

“Dramatic bitch,” You mumbled to yourself before turning your phone off. You moved across the room to your sink. You began to wash your hands as Cerberus poked you with his nose. You glanced down at him. “Go play with Dumb and Dumber, buddy. I’ll be a minute.”

The dog whined, pawing at your leg and poking you with his snout again. He wasn’t alerting, he was trying to get your attention. A search and rescue dog like Cerberus had no job right now since he was on base, except to sometimes get in your way. You gave him a sharp glare. “Now.”

Cerberus let out a loud whine of annoyance before he huffed, walking away towards Alejandro.

“Don’t have to be mean to the poor dog, lass.” Soap commented, you shot him a glare when you dried your hands with a paper towel. He threw his hands up.

“He knows I’ve got stuff going on, he likes to be bothersome.” You pulled on new gloves and grabbed the equipment you needed, moving your chair over to the cot with your foot. You sat down gracelessly, setting bandages and hydrogen peroxide on your lap. You pulled a cotton swab from your vest, opening it and then dousing it in the peroxide.

You took Soap’s head in your hand and moved it again, letting the light shine into it as you dabbed on the peroxide - the man flinched.

“You’re usually chatty, hermana - what’s wrong?”

You glanced at Alejandro, tossing the swab into the garage can behind you. “Friend texted me. Chatted for a while.”

“You not like her or somethin’?” Soap asked, you settled the small adhesive bandage over his injury, sticking it to his shaved head with firm pressure. “You mind not pressin’ that hard?”

You smirked, waving him off. “You’re done.” The Sergeant smiled and stood, walking away from the cot while you faced Alejandro. “Bit of an argument, nothin’ new. Happens when you’ve known them your whole life.”

“Oh?” Alejandro smiled. “Like me and Rudy.”

You shrugged. “When I say my whole life, I mean as soon as I was brought home, I had a best friend.”

“Ah, not like me and Rudy.” He chuckled then, you cleaned the wound with another cotton swab and some peroxide - he didn’t even react.

“Not even close. I didn’t get a choice.” You threw away the swab, opening another bandage.

“You always have a choice in the people you keep company with.” Alejandro closed his eyes as you opened the bandage.

“Not when you’ve both put your lives on the line for each other without question, like I would all of you.” You mumbled, securing the bandage a lot softer than Soap. “Maybe not to the length I would for Roos, but it might be near it.”

“Roos?” Soap echoed, suddenly right next to you as you turned the opposite way to toss the trash into the bin.

“Nickname.” You shrugged, pulling off your gloves and standing. You gestured to the door. “You can leave now, just take some Tylenol if the pain persists.”

Cerberus whined as Alejandro stood, saying a quick farewell as he darted out the door - Soap lingered as you pushed your chair back to your desk. “You’re always so mean.”

“It’s,” You glanced at the digital clock on your desk. “almost eleven. I might just want to go get something to eat,” You sat down, throwing your feet up on your desk as you glared at the Scot. “Maybe I want to sit in silence like I was for the past five hours.”

“Aww, lass, you just wanna get railed by-“

“That’ll do.” Ghost’s voice boomed, making you jump a little as Soap whipped his head to look at his Lieutenant.

Cerberus found his way to you again, pawing at your leg. You reached forwards and scratched behind his ear as you watched Soap and Ghost have a small stare down. Soap backed down after a few seconds, glancing at you and then Ghost. “I’m going to take my leave.”

“As you should.” Ghost’s voice was low, both of you watched as he scurried out of the room, almost slamming the door behind him. You looked to Ghost, who visibly decompressed as he moved towards your cot in sluggish motions. He collapsed onto it, the cot let out a groan under his weight and his mask went straight into the white pillow you kept at the head of it.

You cocked your head to one side. “You hurt too?”

“No.” His voice was muffled.

“You’re just gonna sleep in here?”

“Yup.”

“Well,” You grabbed your phone again, hand leaving Cerberus as you pointed to Ghost. “Go lay down with Dad.”

The German Shepherd would never not take the opportunity to jump onto Ghost, even in a position like that. The dog sprinted the two feet away and jumped onto the Lieutenant’s back, he groaned loudly in pain. Cerberus’s tail wagged with a quick pace as he laid his head on Ghost’s shoulder blades. You quickly took a picture of it before sending it to Rooster.

YOU: oh no! my guard dog killed my guard dog :(

ROOS: THAT MAN IS HUGE .

YOU: Thanks! he’s mine :)

ROOS: I CANT KILL A MAN THAT BIG

YOU: Won’t need to. Pretty sure he’d die before he even raised his voice to me he’d be so ashamed.

YOU: I love him.

ROOS: you have got to stop having boyfriends. my heart can’t take it

YOU: You’re a clingy bitch.

ROOS: well at least someone cares for your well-being 🤍

YOU: My boyfriend does.

ROOS: Don’t fucking say that shit. I’m not getting traumatized again cause that guy is not a man, he is 100% a demon

YOU: LMAO

ROOS: HOW IS HE SO BIG

YOU: Idk. Go to bed idiot

ROOS: Fuck off

YOU: Love you too, clingy bitch.

ROOS: You’re a bitch too

YOU: All day, everyday.

“You’re not paying attention to me.”

You looked up from your phone, seeing now that he moved his head to look at you. Cerberus’s head rested where his nose settled right next to where Ghost’s ear would be. You put your phone down on your desk, putting your feet on the floor as you gazed at him. “I have never heard you say that before.”

“Maybe fuckin’ you would put your attention back on me.”

You rolled your eyes, setting back in your seat. “You’ll always have my attention. I’ve got to keep Roos updated before I get a search party sent on my ass.”

“Sounds clingy.” He murmured, you could barely see as his eyes closed.

“Sounds like what you would do if I didn’t answer your text right away.” You commented, looking at the files you had stared at all morning before stretching your arms above your head. “I’m probably gonna take a half day.”

Ghost hummed from the cot, Cerberus whined from above him. “Take the mutt with you.”

“Always.”

The man moved his body, making Cerberus jump from his back - Ghost groaned in pain. He rolled over like an oaf, since he was bigger than the cot itself. You smiled at him as he looked back to you. “C’mon.”

It was often that he would waltz into your office unannounced and collapse onto your cot, beckoning you to come lay on him. And you did, every time. You gracelessly climbed onto him, settling your head under his chin and stretching your legs out over his.

“You didn’t sleep last night.”

Your sort-of-happy mood completely fizzled out like a flame doused in water. You could’ve sworn he was asleep when you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, holding yourself in the bathtub until you felt like you could breathe again.

“Where’d do go?”

“Tub.” You murmured, hand crawling up his side and settling on his shoulder. “Had a bad nightmare.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I can’t tell you about it.” You spoke immediately, the phantom feeling of flames licking your skin made you bury your face into his clothed neck. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Well, uh…” His gloved hand went to your hair, petting you gently. “You know where I am.”

“Not really, not all the time.” You whispered, hand clutching his sleeve.

He huffed out a humorless laugh. “I guess not.”

“Is this your way of trying to make it up to me?”

He stilled a little, it wouldn’t be noticeable if you weren’t laying on his entire body. You drank in the fading smell of his musky cologne he wore sometimes, pressing the top of your head into the bottom of his jaw.

“It’s hard.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know how to.”

You moved your head up, raising it so you could see his eyes. “At least you’re trying.” You leaned forwards and kissed his cheek, then rolled off of him with a groan. “Alright, I’m going home. Need my key?”

He shrugged as you walked over to your small rucksack, checking what you had in it. “No, got the spare. I’ll lock up when I’m done.”

You looked over your shoulder him, seeing his arm over his eyes. You shook your head before grabbing Cerberus’a leash from your desk and walking back to him. You placed a kiss on the exposed skin of his arm and spoke, “I’ll see you at home.”

“Mmhmm.”

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Simon always made you take the car, the nice SUV he bought for himself yet will not drive - always makes up an excuse to have you drive, and you were grateful. You weren’t even sure he had a driver’s license, let alone any knowledge of driving. He was always keen to walk home anyway.

Cerby dove into the apartment as soon as you opened the door, he immediately sprinted his way to the living room. It wasn’t long before you heard a couple of glass bottles hit the rug and you groaned.

“Cerby, come here.” You called, dropping your rucksack on the floor and shutting the door behind you. You would have taken your boots off, but you had no idea what he had knocked over in the living room. You walked into it, seeing that your dog laid on the couch, tongue hanging out from his mouth and his ears perked. You rolled your eyes, looking down at the rug. There was three empty bottles of the bourbon you knew was Simon’s favorite, your eyebrows furrowed. You kneeled, taking a bottle in one hand and seeing how there was no alcohol left in it. Placing it on the table, you pulled the two other bottles onto the table before noticing a small folded piece of paper under where the bottles had lied.

A knot in your stomach began to tug as you grasped the piece of paper, pulling the piece of paper open and recognizing Simon’s handwriting.

My love,

I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to say it but, I do trust you. I trust you a whole hell of a lot.

But what we have isn’t worth the pain, I am not worth the pain. If you wanted me to leave, I would. No one has stuck around this long anyway, you won’t hurt me.

But I hate that I’m hurting you. I think the best choice is for me to leave. I’ll always be here for you, you have my number. I’ll send you where I’ll be. I’d rather you be happy without me than miserable with me.

I love you.

That felt like a punch to the gut.

It felt like a knife wedged in between two of your ribs, digging and twisting.

No one has stuck around this long anyway.

Is this the pain he felt, waiting for you? Drowning in his sorrows, going to leave you to save you pain? It made a part of you angry, yet all of you felt ashamed. You had hurt him too.

But he hadn’t left. He had to have written it before you came home because he did not spend one moment without you since you arrived home.

It hurt your heart that he thought his best decision was to run. It hurt to know that he probably felt scared, that he ducked back into that dark place in his head. He was drunk last night, he might not even remember himself writing it - but in case he did, you folded the note again. You placed it on the floor, placing the empty bottles how they were after Cerberus made them fall. You stood, feeling as if you had held a gun to Simon’s heart and pulled the trigger.

Even as you walked back towards your bathroom to shower, you could still feel the gunpowder residue on your hands.

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(comment for part 4! it will get better from here, i promise (aka more fucking angst HAHHA))

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jacenotjason · 8 months

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How would the opposite neighborhood react to seeing their original selfs?

i wanna draw this, but im gonna jot my thoughts down real quick!!

(Here’s the AU masterpost!)

Also doodles!!

They try their best to find something they have in common. I feel like OG Eddie is way to nice to be scared or like grossed out by Opposite, he’d just feel a little bad and wanna be his friend.

They talk about Frank, they have that in common. Like:

OG: …uhm.. arts and crafts?

OP: I’m not five? What about sports?

OG: I can’t follow along with all that..

OP: eugh… mm…

OG: …

OP: ..Frank?

OG: Frank!!

OP: Frank!

Oh they would hate each other. OG would be trying to be nice and then Opposite would insult his business model, and then they fight. I lowkey wanna see these two brawl, I think opposite would kick OGs ass no offense.

OP: *looking around OGs store* Where’s your price tags? The unlabeled scam is scummy, even for me.

OG: Hm? Oh, buddy, I don’t charge money for my products!

OP: … What?

OG: Yah! I prefer accepting other meanings of payment! Things much more valuable then money, friend!

OP: … That’s dumb.

OG: 🙂 what.

Then they BRAWL!! Ok probably not OG howdy probably doesn’t resort to violence. But a lot of insults are thrown back n forth hueurheye-

I honestly think they’d love each other. OP is basically Franny, and OG is OP.Franny they’d literally just:

OG&OP, at the same time: You look like my sister!!

Plus they both love fashion, and hair, and makeup, and Sally- ohmygod theyd be the best of friends i cant even theyd be so girlboss together

OG teaches her some games, and then OP teaches her some girlboss survival skills. Before they leave, OP gives her a pink sparkly pocket knife to remember her by :3

Yknow that fancy rich ppl thing ppl do where they kiss each others cheek? They do that

OG: My dear! Won’t you let me in? I’m you, you can trust me!

OP: what in gods name makes you think I trust myself..?

OG: We are one in the same, starlight! I am you, you are me! A mirrored doppelgänger of your own image! I don’t look to harm you, starlight! Put aside your distrust.. for yourself?

OP: haha… okay, shakesqueer…

Then OP lets her in :3

I have lots of thoughts about these two hanging out. OG makes her a new outfit after judging her gross clothes, lightheartedly ofc and OP is like “haha yeah its gross” and OP gets a cute dress! OP absolutely shocks and destroys OG in video games, they dance together, and they talk about Julie huehuehuehue

WAHHH THESE TWO! I honestly feel like theyd get along, but have little bickering about their different mothering styles.

OG: a.. punk mother? Interesting..

OP: whaat? My kids are all party animals, just like me! I can’t contain that.

OG: haha that’s fair.. I guess.. but.. partying? Thats so… much..

OP: …dude unclench your beak and live a little.

Someone calls OP Ma and OG is like “Ma? Thats so sweet.. i wish my neighbors called me mom :>..”

OG: a dog wearin’ pants? That ain’t right.

OP: aah.. it’s just.. to walk around half naked, is that not discomfiting?

OG: Discomfiting?? Thats a big ol’ word for a big ol’ dog.

OP: Ahaha… I’ve got a bit of a considerable vocabulary.

OG: you got a word-a-day calendar or somethin?

I feel like they’d be friends? Maybe?? OG kinda pokes fun at OP and OP is like “I’m talking to my opposite self :) dimension plane is real :) ain’t that wild :)”

OG: …

OP: .. :3

OG: …I have questions

OP: :D

OG: why the turtleneck?

OP: its like a shirt is giving my neck a hug! :D

OG: …ok. Why the hair?

OP: fluffy! :D

OG: no why is it white?

OP: I bleached it :D

OG: why?

OP: preti :D

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winchesterwild78 · 3 months

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Chance Meeting pt 6

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: fluff, mean girls, body insecurity, SMUT

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters.

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You got in line for your photo ops. The first one was a single photo with Jared. You stood in line and waited chatting with the fans around you. Y’all talked about the con and how great the guys are and how you all felt the ending of the show needed more, because Dean deserved so much better than dying like that. You giggled because you’ve always believed he deserved so much more. As the line kept moving you started to get a bit nervous. Jared was Jensen’s best friend and brother. You worried if he would accept you or if you would get the third degree. You all did have a great conversation earlier, but was he just being nice? After all, Jensen is such a good hearted guy and he deserves to have friends who have his best interest at heart.

Your mind was racing and you started to feel your chest tighten. You could feel the anxiety creeping in. You didn’t realize you started to fidget and bite your lip. While deep in thought you felt your phone go off.

J: Mmm don’t bite your lip. That’s my job ;)

You smile then look around.

Me: where are you and is it really?

You take your tongue wiping it over your bottom lip and biting your lip.

J: just standing to the side watching the most beautiful woman in here fidget and get nervous about seeing Jared.

Me: I can’t help it. I’m worried he was just being polite earlier and he doesn’t really like me. I mean I did just come into your life out of nowhere.

J: Oh sweetheart, don’t worry about that. He was being genuine. When he really gets to know you he’s gonna love you. Besides we are family and he just wants me happy. Now, let me see that beautiful smile.

Me: Thank you Jensen. You text while smiling.

J: there it is. Thank you sweetheart. I’ll see you soon. Xoxo

Me: You definitely will ;)

You put your phone back in your pocket and notice you’re closer to the front. As the next group is walking up Jared notices you, smiles and nods at you. You smile back and think “okay, maybe this won’t be so bad.”

You continue talking to the people around you and you over hear some girls behind you talking about karaoke last night. The girl with the very short crop top on said “did you see that girl that sang with Jensen last night?” The shorter brown hair girl that was with her said “yeah, I can’t believe she got to sing with him. Who is she and what’s so special about her?” You heard her ask. It made you smile when you thought about last night. The first girl said “yeah, I mean did you actually see her? God she’s fat. She doesn’t have a chance with him. He’s into skinny hot girls like me.” She said and her friend laughed but agreed. Your smile instantly went away. You couldn’t believe how nasty these two were being.

You looked up and realized your turn was next. Jared saw you and when you walked up you tried to fake a smile. He bent down and asked you what’s wrong. You told him nothing but he really didn’t by it. That’s when the girls looked up and saw you. They gasped loudly and Jared noticed it. He bent down and said “hey, I know Jay and he has never done anything like he did last night with anyone before. You’ve got to be pretty special to him for him to have done that.” He grabbed you into a huge bear hug and you were grinning from ear to ear. The photographer snapped the picture and told you to pick another pose. Jared yelled “dips on little spoon” You started laughing hysterically. You were having such a great time trying to figure out how to get your arms around this gigantic man you didn’t notice Jensen leaning against the wall and smiling. You thanked Jared and the photographer. Jared gave you one last hug and you started to walk away. You felt your phone go off and when you looked it was a text from Jensen.

J: Hey, why are you hugging that moose? ;)

Me: Because he’s a sweet Moose that gave me some words of encouragement about a certain squirrel.

J: oh really? What did he say?

Me: Oh that’s between me and the moose. ;) Where are you?!? I miss you.

J: Look up. :)

You looked up and met his beautiful green eyes. He motioned with his finger to come to him. You walked over and Jensen pulled you into a tight hug. “Hey beautiful” he said to you. You smiled and said “Hey handsome, how’s your morning been so far?” “Oh it started out pretty great. Waking up next to a beautiful woman and taking a very hot shower.” He said with a wink and smile. “I’ve been keeping busy and I’m about to get ready for my photo op.” You looked at him and smiled. You desperately wanted to kiss him but you knew eyes were on you both. “Um, Jensen should we go somewhere more private? People are starting to stare.” You said looking around a little nervous. He looked around and pulled you back behind the curtain.

“Better?” He asked. “Almost” you said with a smile. You stood on your toes, cupped his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. As you pulled away he grabbed you by your waist pulling you closer and pressed his lips back to yours. The kiss started to get hotter and more passionate. You both kissed until your lungs were on fire begging for air. You both pulled away panting trying to catch your breath. As you regained some breath Jensen’s lips were back on yours. Your mouth parted as his tongue swept across your lips and your tongues began fighting for dominance. You both were so lost in the kiss and each other you didn’t realize someone had walked in until you heard a throat clear. You both looked towards the sound to see Misha standing there with a huge grin on his face. Jensen looked at him and said “Oh sorry Mish, I know she’s a Cass girl, but I couldn’t help but try to persuade her to be a Dean girl.” You playfully hit his chest and you all laughed.

Jensen told you he had to go get ready for his photo op and he’d see you soon. Jensen gave you one more sweet kiss and a hug. Misha chuckled and playfully teased you and Jensen. As he walked away you couldn’t help but smile. Something started to tingle in your chest and you could feel your heart swoon. Misha noticed the look on your face and leaned over to you. “Y/n, you know he’s never hooked up with anyone at a con before, right?” “Yeah, he told me that and Jared did too. I guess I’m just a little nervous and shocked he picked me.” Misha looked at you and said “I’m not. You seem like someone who can handle him, this life and you deeply love and care for the people in your life.” “Thank you Misha, that means a lot to me.” He smiled and hugged you. “Now make sure you take care of our boy. He doesn’t usually let people in easily, but when he does he’s all in.” “I promise, Misha. I’m not going to hurt him.” You smile, hug Misha and start to walk towards Jensen’s photo op.

You’re standing in line again. This line is just a long and energetic as Jared’s. You’re chatting with the people around you as you’re waiting and you keep watching Jensen interact with the fans. You can’t help but smile. He definitely loves his fans and he’s such a great guy. One girl walked up to him and she looked like she was about to have a panic attack. Jensen was so caring and took his time with her. By the end of her time she was calmer and thanking him for his patience. Your chest tightened with that feeling again. Oh man did you have it bad for him. It scared you too. How could you be feeling like this so soon. You pulled out your phone to text y/f/n to chat with her when someone from behind you was trying to get your attention. The group behind you said “um ma’am, those girls over there are trying to get your attention.” You followed their finger to the two girls from Jared’s photo op. Oh great you thought. What could they possibly want.

You turn around and say “hey, what’s up?” The girl in the crop top looks at you and asks if you were the girl who sang with Jensen last night. You shook your head yes. She looked you up and down and said “oh okay, you know he was just being nice. He’s not interested in someone like you.” The people around you gasped at her boldness. You simply looked at her and said “Oh honey, you have no idea what he’s interested in. Please don’t pretend you actually know what he wants or doesn’t want.” You turned back around and looked up and locked eyes with Jensen. He gave you a soft smile and you smiled back. Then from behind you a voice seething with venom said “well we know he doesn’t want you Shamu.” You could feel the anger and embarrassment rushing over you. You’ve had people call you things like that before and every time it stings. You tried to just ignore them but she kept on. Jensen saw your face and looked concerned. He mouthed “are you okay?” You simply nodded yes. The other people around you started jumping to your defense and were getting loud. The event staff, Jensen and security took notice. Cliff walked closer to Jensen as a precaution and Jensen whispered something to him. Cliff made eye contact with you and walked over. “Are you okay, Ms y/l/n?” “Yeah I’m okay. Just some ugliness from some people. Nothing I can’t handle. Thanks Cliff.” He leans over and asks what was said. You tried to tell him it wasn’t important but the people around you started to tell him. He thanked them, gave you a quick side hug and walked to Jensen. You could see Jensen’s face tighten as Cliff told him. His eyes met yours and he looked so mad and upset.

The line kept moving and between every photo Jensen looked at you. When it was your time the photographer asked if you had an idea of a pose you wanted. Of course you wanted one where Jensen was hugging you with him behind you. He took you in his arms and the photo was taken. Jensen told the photographer he had an idea for the next pose and smirked at you. You knew he was up to something but you were not prepared for what he was going to do. He made eye contact with the rude girls and grabbed your hand spinning you around to face him. You let out a loud laugh and squeal. You looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of lust, love and mischief. The mischief look had you a little worried. He whispered in your ear “do you trust me?” You nodded yes. He told the photographer to get ready. He grabbed your waist, pulled you to him and placed a kiss on your lips. The whole room got silent then there were gasps and the sound of cameras clicking. You pulled away stunned and he was smirking like the cat who caught the canary. He whispered in your ear “now that’s what I want. Meet me in about 20 minutes in the green room.” “Okay” you said with a smile.

As you walked away you looked at the two girls whose jaws were on the floor. You smiled and walked back towards the green room. About 20 minutes later Jensen was walking through the door with Cliff. You stood up and Jensen wrapped you in a big hug. You instantly felt better and safe. You looked at Jensen and said “I can’t believe you did that. I’m sure it’s all over the internet by now.” He smiled showed you his notifications on his phone and said “yep, my phone has been going off constantly with photos that were taken.” You looked at his notifications and it already had over 1200 notifications. Dang, I don’t think I get that many in 2 years you thought to yourself. You both sat on the sofa in the green room talking about what this meant now and if your were comfortable with the attention you were going to get now. You admitted you were nervous, but you could handle it. Jensen cupped your face and kissed you softly. “Hey pretty lady, don’t let what those girls said get to you. You’re absolutely beautiful and I’m so glad I found you.” Dang it, there’s that feeling in your heart again. Oh Jensen, if only you knew what my heart was doing. You thought to yourself.

Jensen grabbed your hand and said “come on, let’s go get some dinner.” “Can’t we skip to dessert?” You said with a smile and wink. Jensen groaned and smiled. “We need food so we can enjoy a very long dessert later” Jensen said as he was pulling you out to the waiting SUV. He helped you in and climbed in beside you. Cliff climbed in the drivers seat and pulled away. Jensen started kissing you and grabbed your hand. He was grinning ear to ear and so were you.

Cliff pulled in front of the restaurant and walked to the door to open it. Jensen got out and helped you out. He took your hand following behind Cliff into the restaurant. Cliff told Jensen to send him a text when y’all were ready and he’d come get you. You smiled at Cliff and thanked him giving him a big hug. Jensen smiled and took your hand leading you to your table.

Dinner was delicious and you were both on your way back to the hotel. Jensen’s fingers wrapped around yours and your head resting on his shoulder. Jensen’s thumb was rubbing circles on the back of your hand. You looked up at him smiled and thanked him for tonight. He smiled and kissed your forehead. Instant butterflies started floating in your stomach. You put your head back on his shoulder. When you arrived back at the hotel Jensen helped you out of the SUV and took your hand in his. “Where to sweetheart? Your room or mine?” He asked with a smile. “Hmm how about mine.” You said with a wink.

You both made it to your room and his lips and hands were on you. As you’re trying to get the door open he’s being very distracting. You giggle and tell him to stop so you can get the door open. Once open you pull him inside and he pushes the door closed with his foot. You push him against the door kissing him and letting your hands roam over his shirt with his tight chest and arms. He bites your lower lip just enough to send electricity through you straight in between your legs. You could feel your panties getting soaked. He grabbed you like you weighed nothing and playfully tossed you on the bed. You kick off your shoes and he’s pulling your shirt up while his lips are still locked on yours. You sit up so he can pull your shirt off exposing your bra. He bites his lip and growls. His beautiful green eyes are now darker and full of lust. Damn he makes you so wet with just a look. You help him pull his shirt off and as he stands up you bite your lip. He’s absolutely gorgeous and right now he’s all yours.

He starts to crawl towards you kissing you from the top of your pants up your body to your bra covered breasts. He pulls one cup down exposing your breasts. He starts to lick and kiss your nipple sending a chill through your body. Jensen starts kissing up your neck peppering your upper body with kisses, love bites and marking you. As he gets to your ear he whispers for you to lean up. He wraps an arm around you and unhooks your bra exposing your beautiful, ample breasts. Jensen lets out a low growl as his eyes rake over your exposed breasts. His hands grab both of your breasts and he begins sucking and kissing your body. You throw your head back as he takes one of your nipples in between his thumb and index finger giving it a squeeze. You begin to moan and move your body. This drives Jensen more. He starts to unbutton and unzip your pants. He pulls them down before you have a chance to lift your hips. “Damn baby you’re so beautiful” he said in a deep lust filled voice. You looked up into his deep green eyes and smile. You lean forward and start to remove his pants too. You unbutton and unzip his pants. As you’re sliding the zipper down your hand brushes against his already hardened cock. He sucks in air quickly as you run your hand over his length as you pull his pants down.

As soon as his pants are down and off he motions for you to lean back on the bed. As you start to lean back Jensen is grabbing your legs and pushing them apart. He slides his fingers around your panties and feels how wet you are. Jensen pulls his fingers back and says “is this all for me sweetheart?” You smile and nod. He slides your panties off and quickly dives between your legs. His tongue lapping at your clit and between your folds like a man starved. He inserts a finger into your dripping wet pussy. You moan his name and grab his head with one hand and grab the sheets with the other. He slowly adds a second finger. Pumping in and out while he’s licking and sucking your clit. His fingers curl inside you hitting your sweet spot. With each lick, pump and suck you start to feel that familiar sensation building. Jensen knows you’re getting close. You’re running your fingers through his hair pushing him further into your sensitive clit. “Oh my god…Jensen…I’m so close. Yes! Right there, Jensen. Faster baby! Ooooh FUCK!” You scream “Jensen, I’m coming!” He keeps licking and pumping. You start to squirm as your body rides your high. Your toes start to curl and you try to break free from his grip. He hooks his large arms around your thighs and pulls you closer to his mouth. You could feel a second orgasm coming and your over sensitive heat felt like it couldn’t take much more. You squirm and moan Jensen’s name. He stops long enough to look at you and says “cum for me again baby. I love the way you taste.” With that your body responded to his command and you fell apart on his tongue again. He helps you ride your high and when he knows you can’t take much more he starts to kiss up your body. Starting at your thighs, making his way up your sensitive mound, up your stomach and peppering both breasts and nipples with kisses, licks and sucks. He smiles as your breath hitches and you run your hands through his long hair. “Please Jensen” you breathe out. “Please what, baby?” He says with a smile. “I need you so bad baby.” You tell him through your moans and gasps. Jensen leans down and kisses your lips as he stands up. He removes his boxers and his large hardened cock springs out. You bite your lower lip and slide to the end of the bed. You take his cock in your hand and guide it to your mouth. You look up at him a smile. As you’re taking his length in your mouth you keep eye contact and watch his eyes go wide as you take him down your throat inch by inch. You slowly start to suck and lick his shaft. You grab his balls with one hand and you feel him tense up. He takes your head in his hand and grip your hair. He starts to push your head deeper on him and you let him. “Mmm babe you feel so good. I’m not sure how long I can last and I want to feel you.” He says as you continue to take him in. You pull back and look at him. “Then take me, Jensen.” You said. He stripped his boxers off the rest of the way and positioned himself between your legs. You grab a condom and he rips the package open with his teeth. You lay back on the bed completely exposed as he lines himself up to your dripping entrance.

Jensen slowly pushes his length in giving you time to adjust. Once he bottoms out you move your hips to signal to him to move. Jensen slowly moves in and out. The way he’s moving tonight feels different. Good, but different. He’s taking his time and he’s being so sweet. You look in his eyes and see his green eyes sparkle. You felt an overwhelming feeling of warmth and love and you smiled. He leaned down and kissed your lips gently. Jensen isn’t just having sex with you, he’s making love to you. The magnetic connection you felt yesterday is definitely there and it’s almost like your bodies were made for each other. The sound of moans, kissing and heavy breathing are the only sounds in the room. Jensen leans over kissing you and your heart is overwhelmed by the feeling in your chest. Without realizing you whisper “I love you, Jensen.” While closing your eyes and gripping his arms. Jensen’s thrust stopped and you looked at him. Your brain just realized what you said. “I’m sorry Jensen. I know it’s too soon.” You say panicking. Jensen doesn’t say anything and you start overthinking and you start to think you just ruined everything. Jensen leans down and places a kiss on your lips and whispers “I love you too, y/n.” Your eyes start watering with happy tears. You’re so overwhelmed by the feelings and now he’s said it to you. He continues to make love to you and even though he’s moving slow you can feel another orgasm coming. “Jensen I’m going to come.” He places a hand between you and starts rubbing your clit. You feel your core tightening as he’s pushing you closer to your orgasm. “Y/n I’m not going to last much longer.” You tell Jensen to cum with you and you both ride your high together. Jensen’s thrust getting sloppy until he stops. He slowly pulls out and you moan at the empty feeling. He kisses your forehead and tells you he’ll be back. Jensen goes to the bathroom removes the used condom and grabs a warm washcloth. He returns and cleans you both up. He tosses the washcloth to the side.

Jensen slides under the covers with you and you snuggle to his side placing your head on his shoulder. He’s running his fingers up and down your back as you’re running your fingers up and down his chest. You look up and him and smile a soft smile. “I really do love you, y/n. I knew from the moment I saw you I did.” He said to you. “I love you too, Jensen. More than anything.” He kisses your lips and you both sigh a happy sigh. You’re safe in his arms and you hope your heart is safe in his hands. You’ve fallen in love with him and there is no going back now. You both smile and slowly drift off to sleep.

#jensen ackles x plus size reader #chance meeting #supernatural convention #jensen ackles smut

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trailmixedup · 30 days

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OKAY! So!! I am one week post op from top surgery and here are the things I have learned:

• nothing prepares you for how fucking bloated you get. It is emotionally and physically devastating.

• eat protein or you’re going to start dreaming about it.

• get ready to literally not have any reading comprehension or speaking ability until you’re after the heavy pain med. and then after that as well…

• holy shit your back is gonna hurt. You can’t crack it. No twisting.

• you can’t use ice packs on your actual chest, but they’re lifesavers to sleep with- I put mine under my neck on my pillow to keep my neck from cramping.

• the pressure and tension on your chest is uncomfortable but not unbearable. Mostly it’s just annoying.

• you need pockets. Dear gods you NEED pockets.

• you do not want pants with a button. The button pants will not fit and it will make you sad. It’s just not even worth trying. Just have drawstring pants, it’s easier on the ego.

• wiping your ass is hard now. I’m sorry.

• blowing your nose hurts. Sneezing hurts. Coughing hurts. Laughing hurts. Just… avoid needing too much lung capacity all at once.

• If you have body hair prepare for your compression garments to hurt. My skin is so tender and painful all of the time. And there’s no break.

• if you keep your nipples you won’t be allowed to shower for 2 weeks. You’re going to start stinking. Have someone around you that is willing to wash your hair like how they wash babies hair. Also have rubbing alcohol so that you can neutralize your armpit stink because deodorant is off limits for your healing incisions.

• chapstick is not optional. You’re going to want it.

• same goes for a big cup with a well-sealed lid and a straw. Drink so much water.

• you’re going to feel helpless and useless. It sucks. It’s okay. Don’t push yourself.

• you’re going to want to wear pants with pockets to bed so you have somewhere to put your drains. You’ll be so tired that it doesn’t matter for the first couple days.

• you want the longest phone charger known to man. I promise. There is no such thing as too long.

• ask for the anti-nausea patch. You’re going to want it, and it lasts like 3 days. Throwing up HURTS.

• the healthier you can be before the surgery the easier your recovery is going to be. It isn’t fatphobic or stuck up or whatever else people say to lose excess weight and eat super clean before your surgery. Start moving your body every day. Start practicing going from sitting to standing and laying to standing without using your hands. Your body will reward effort to be healthy with safer surgery and easier healing.

• oh my god buy a serious laxative that you know works for you. Your body will literally forget how to shit.

• if you can, buy paper medical tape, gauze pads, and extra strength Tylenol. You will use them.

• plan to take naps. There is no weakness in a nap.

• get up and stretch your legs hourly. I promise it’s worth it. You will feel so much better.

• you’re going to want a hat or some sort of hair control.

• if the binder doesn’t fit you in the arm holes, you don’t have to let it chafe at your armpits and hurt like a mother fucker. Just cut the arm holes wider with a pair of scissors.

• have some sort of routine. You’ll fall apart otherwise.

• you’re going to be snippy and bitchy. Get ready to apologize for being an asshole. Short tempers happen, but don’t forget to say sorry.

• prepare yourself for all the random tape and other stuff to itch. You just have to grin and bear it. Things are so itchy.

That’s all I can think of right now, plus I’m sleepy. I will add to the list when I think of more ^_^

#online diary #top surgery #top surgery recovery #ftm #transmasc #post surgery

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demonsanddemogorgons · 11 months

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Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3 - Keep In Touch

The two of you headed back out to the show floor. You had time to kill before you had to get in line for your autograph with Joe. Oh, God, your autograph. You had been too distracted to even think about that. You had to see him face to face again, and you couldn't figure out if you should be nervous or excited. During that thought, your phone vibrated. Your eyes widened and you turned to Rachel and froze.

"What?" she looked, a puzzled expression on her face.

"I can't look. Not again. I've been waiting all day. But my phone just went off."

"Give me it. I'll look for you," she said, snatching your phone from your hands as you pulled it out of your pocket. You watched her face as she hit the button on the side to light up your screen. Her face went from relaxed to wide-eyed and a smile started to sneak up. She looked at you and handed you the phone without saying a word. She knew she didn't need to. You took the phone from her and looked at the notification banner that laid over your Eddie Munson lock screen, seeing the letter J with the bat and guitar emojis beside it. HOLY SHIT. You put your thumb on the fingerprint scanner and your messages app popped up with Joe's disguised contact name at the top of the screen.

That's very kind of you, love. I'm so glad you got my note. I'm sorry it took me this long to answer. Duty calls and all of that.

You smiled at his choice of words. There is no way this man could get any more perfect. You started typing a response.

It's okay, I knew you would be extra busy today. I hope you are getting a well-deserved break at some point.

Before you could even tuck your phone away you got a response.

Having a quick lunch now. Don't worry, they don't starve me.

You smiled and giggled at your phone, Rachel behind you doing what she does best – reading over your shoulder.

That's good. I'll let you rest then. I'll see you later. I have an autograph with you this evening.

Is that so? Well, it's my lucky day, isn't it? I get to see those blue eyes up close again.

You nearly melted to the floor. How did he manage to make you feel like HE was meeting YOU instead of the other way around in a matter of minutes? And the fact that he saw you for a total of 2 seconds and noticed your eyes that quickly didn't help your case. Rachel nudged you on the shoulder.

"See, and you were worried for what?" she teased.

"I don't know, Rachel. Maybe the fact that I'm just a regular average civilian and he's Joseph fucking Quinn? Cut me some slack," you said back with a laugh, earning one from her in response.

"Well, he clearly doesn't think you're average."

After receiving those texts from Joe, your anxiety began to drop some. You found yourself using your free time wondering around the vendor area since you could focus enough to actually shop. You got a Hellfire Club wristlet keychain for your keys, a candle titled 'Eddie' that smelled like Old Spice and leather, a Stranger Things bag, among other little things. Eventually it came time to line up for autographs. The two of you headed downstairs to the autograph area and it was packed. Eventually you got through to be a few lines from the front in the first group. You had been watching your phone to see if Joe would say anything else, but you didn't expect him to since his dual photo op with Grace was right before this and he had to go straight into autographs if he didn't want to be here all night. Eventually you got to the front and were just outside the curtain. The worker took your ticket and allowed you to enter the booth. There were about 5 people in front of you, and you had to talk to some workers first, who honestly seemed more like handlers, telling Joe what he was signing next so he could stay on track and switch markers if needed. You told them what you wanted signed, and immediately your attention was on him. He looked adorable, dressed in his leather jacket, black hat, and clear glasses. You had forgotten he wore readers, but they made him even more attractive to you. You eventually made it to the front with one person ahead of you. As that person started walking away, the handler beside Joe leaned over to him to tell him he would be autographing an arm for a tattoo. Joseph looked surprised. You weren't sure if it was in a good or bad way, until he looked over to greet the next person, who happened to be you. His eyes widened slightly, more so glistened a little brighter than usual. A small smile crept up on his face and his cheeks turned slightly pink.

"Hello there, Blue Eyes," he said, recognizing you immediately. "You're getting my signature tattooed? I'm honored. Brave girl." You swooned at those last two words. Anything he said could send you into a smitten spiral, whether he was interested in you or not, although his interest was definitely a boost to your butterflies. He reached for your left hand and pulled your arm towards him and rested it on the table. Your skin tingled at his touch, and the way he was watching you as he did so told you he felt it too. Your arm rested on the table, adorned in permanent ink creating a portrait of Eddie Munson's bats with various flowers surrounding them. He found a little empty spot at the bottom and scribbled his signature in the perfect area carefully, trying not to mess it up. It would eventually be permanent after all. His tongue peeked out between his lips slightly as he did this. You blushed at the sight; it was always something he did that you found adorable.

"Thank you, Joe," you said to him with a flirtatious but shy smile and glanced up into his eyes.

"My pleasure, love. I also would like the pleasure of knowing your name," he responded, his hand still holding yours gently, almost as if he didn't want to let you get away.

"M-McKenzie. Mack for short," you stuttered nervously, your eyes glued to your hand in his. He smiled sweetly at your response, his eyes staying peeled on yours even though you weren't looking at him.

"Mack," he repeated, plugging it to memory. "It was lovely to officially meet you." He leaned a little closer over the table and spoke under his breath, but just loud enough for you to hear. "Keep in touch, darling."

You nodded, cheeks heating up red, and gave him a warm smile. He winked at you as he released your hand. You started to head to the exit curtain, his eyes following you. How has no one noticed how much attention he is giving me? You hoped this interaction wouldn't cause trouble for him, as you knew firsthand that his fans could be very perceptive. They wouldn't take the idea of him being with or interested in someone very well. You exited the curtain, Rachel right behind you, and as soon as you got out of earshot of everyone behind you, you turned to her.

"Holy SHIT," she said, grabbing your forearms in excitement.

"Holy shit is right," you laughed. What a day, but it wasn't over yet.

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#joseph quinn #Joe Quinn #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn rpf #rpf #real person fiction #writing #story #eddie munson #fluff #convention #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things

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solarpunkco · 10 months

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Help me Save for Top Surgery!

Hello, my name is AJ!

I don’t post on this account nearly as much as I would like to, but today I’m here with both a life update and to ask for some help from you beautiful people!

As some of you may know, I’m a disabled transmasc guy from Canada who has been lucky enough to recently start my medical transition. At the moment, I am currently a little over 3 months on testosterone and at my last appointment was able to start the referral process for getting top surgery!

I have an estimated 16 months to prepare before speaking to the surgeon but due to both mental disability and chronic pain, I'm not able to work to save up for any additional fees!

And while, thankfully, most of the cost will be covered by Medicare; this doesn’t include any additional "cosmetic" fees or the cost of anything that I'd need for post-op care. This leaves me to not only have to come up with about 2k-3k for liposuction to ensure I get the results I want, but also to save up for extra money for the medication, bandages, medical binder, post-op pillows or anything else I’ll need for my recovery!

All of this must be paid out of pocket and unfortunately, saving up for it won't come easy.

That is why I decided to set up this go-fund-me and set the goal to 4k in hopes that it'll be enough to cover all of these extra fees. In addition to this crowdfund I will also be continuing to put aside any money I can get through art commissions and other means, but if you're able to donate and / or share it would help immensely!

Please help me reach my goal so that I can get my desired results from this surgery and finally feel comfortable in my body!

Every little bit helps! Thank you for reading. <3

LINK TO GO-FUND-ME FOUND HERE:

https://gofund.me/83ce198e

#transmasc #transmaculine #trans man #trans #transgender #nonbinary #queer #lgbtq #lgbtqia #top surgery #top surgery fund #surgery #medical #medical transition #trans tag #please rb

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shmaptainwrites · 1 year

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[CH. 3] New Doctor on the Block

Chapter 3: Devil's Advocate

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Characters: Hawkeye Pierce, B.J. Hunnicutt, Sherman Potter, Radar O'Reilly

Summary: Reader is introduced to a side of Hawkeye she can get used to

Warnings: descriptions of death (a bit more of a personal one in the OR), angst

Note: Not gonna lie this is one of my favourite chapters and I'm not even sorry about it

Series Masterlist - NDotB Masterlist

“Where in the world did you get all these animals, Radar?” you chuckled as you held a guinea pig in your arms.

“Oh you know, here and there,” he shrugged and fed the guinea pig in your arms a piece of lettuce.

“Radar is an animal whisperer,” B.J. told you. “The Colonel’s horse was an injured horse from the cavalry and he insisted Hawkeye and I go out and stitch him up instead of having him put out of his misery.”

“I imagine the sight of Pierce and B.J. trying to lasso a horse was comical,” you snickered at the thought of it and Radar joined in, knowing that B.J. had in fact attempted to lasso the horse so Pierce could sedate it but ended up lassoing Pierce instead.

“Oh, I just love animals,” you kissed the guinea pig’s head. “I had a dog when I was growing up in New Hampshire. A great dane, his name was Tiny,”

B.J. gave you an incredulous scoff, “Tiny?”

“My dad thought he was being funny, but in his defence, he was tiny when we got him. I was just a baby so I don’t remember much, but I grew up with that dog by my side. He was my best friend, protected me from everything and anything.”

“Dogs are loyal companions,” B.J. agreed.

“I’m more of a cat person,” Radar said. “We have sixteen back home.”

“Sixteen?!” you looked at the boy in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Radar chortled. “ I coughed up a hairball when they were giving me my army physical.”

“Ew,” you grimaced.

“You’re a trauma surgeon and that grosses you out?” B.J. teased you and you slapped his arm.

Suddenly, Radar looked very alert before whispering,

“Choppers,”

And by this point, you and B.J. knew he was right, even if you couldn’t hear them yet.

Just as Radar had suspected, helicopters were coming in left right and centre and before you knew it you were back in the OR operating with the other surgeons on your shift.

You had operated on at least eight soldiers when you were about to prepare yourself to bring another. Your mask had gotten dirty so Klinger was rushing to get you another one, and when the one you had slipped off your head as you were walking out to the prep area you felt someone grab your arm tight.

When you turned you saw a boy, no older than seventeen/eighteen looking up at you with desperate eyes.

“Mom?” he called. “Mom please don’t go,”

B.J. was about to step in to break the bad news to the boy but you stopped him. You saw what he looked like when he got in, there was no chance he’d make it out of the OR alive.

“It’s alright, I’m here,” you bent down and held one of his bleeding hands.

“M-Mom I don’t wanna die, please m-mom, please,” he begged.

“Shh, it’s alright, honey,” you whispered. “Everything’s going to be okay,”

You were lying, so blatantly, but what were you supposed to do?

The whole OR was silent, free of banter, all free eyes were on you, and all ears were listening to the conversation you were having with the dying soldier.

The boy brought his hand up to hold your face and you used your free hand to hold him there.

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him.

“M-m-mom, please,” he begged.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. You’re so strong you know that. I’m so proud of you,” you paused to look for his dog tags, to say his name and that’s when you choked. “I-I’m so proud of you Grant.”

Grant reached his free hand into his pocket and shakily pulled out something, they must have missed it in pre-op, a photo and a letter.

“I’m so s-s-sorry mama,” he apologized, tears streaming down his dirtied and bloodied cheeks. “I didn’t mean t-to hurt you.”

You hadn’t noticed up until that point, but it seemed as though a few tears of your own had escaped and Grant attempted to wipe them from your face.

“No, no, you don’t be sorry, darling,” you tried to put on your best smile, through the shock, the hurt you felt for this poor boy, for his family…for his mother. “I’ll be alright. I promise.”

“I-I-I love you,” his voice became worn out, quiet gasps with each word and you knew what was coming, but nothing could prepare you for how you’d feel after it.

The lump in your throat grew as you could feel his grip loosening, his hands slipping from yours, leaving a streak of blood on your cheek. You couldn’t move. You felt frozen in place, yet shaking.

You heard B.J. call your name, but it was faint, distant in the background.

He called you again and you blinked a few times trying to snap out of it.

“He’s gone, come here,” he pulled you away carefully and took the letter and photo from you so they could bring in the next body that needed to be operated on.

“Captain, go take ten,” the Colonel instructed and you blinked blankly before nodding and stepping out of the doors of the OR and out of the building for some fresh air.

It started to hit you more out there, the cold night air against your skin sobering you up.

A couple of moments after you had exited, your hands wrapped around your midsection, still trying to process what had just happened, you heard the door behind you swing open.

You turned around to see who was there and when you came face-to-face with Pierce you just shook your head.

“Pierce, just go away. I’m not in the mood,” you mumbled.

“I think maybe just this time you should listen to me.”

“Pierce, I’m serious,” you turned to him with tears welling in your eyes. “Leave me alone.”

He chuckled humourlessly and shook his head.

“You don’t want to be alone right now,” he opened his arms. “Come here.”

You shook your head and turned away from him. He called your name and you bit the inside of your cheek, knowing damn well he was right, and slowly turned and walked over to him until he wrapped his arms around you and your face was buried in his chest.

You let out a strangled sob and he squeezed you tighter, making sure you knew he was there with you.

“Th-That’s my s-s-son’s name,” you managed to get out. “And he c-called me mom and I-I-I-,”

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, it’s gonna be fine.”

He said those same lies to you, the ones you told that poor boy in there, and you believed them. There was still a war raging outside, but you believed him, everything was going to be okay. It’s not like your husband was six feet under, and your kids were at home without their mother. Everything was going to be fine.

After your tears became silent, he pulled you slightly away and took a damp cloth from his pocket. He must have grabbed it before coming outside. He carefully took your face in one hand, thumb and forefinger holding your chin up, so he could clean the blood mixed with dirt and tears off your cheeks.

When he was finished he placed the cloth back in his pocket and used the heel of his palm to wipe away a few of your remaining tears. You weren’t sure what compelled you, but the feeling of his arms wrapped around you made your heart beat slower, your breathing even, and your mind almost clear, and you didn’t want that to go away just yet.

So you wrapped your arms around his again and he let his chin rest on the top of your head while he soothingly rubbed your back.

You stood there, just the two of you for a few seconds, or maybe it was a few minutes, in the silence of the night, and when you had no tears left to cry you felt empty. That meant it was time to get back to work.

You pulled away from him and wiped your tears, apologizing for getting his shirt wet.

“You ready?”

You nodded. Another lie.

“Me neither,” he said softly and you both turned to walk back into the OR.

—

“And how the hell did this happen to you?” you sighed, slipping on a white coat and putting on gloves before examining the damage done to Pierce’s head.

“Father Mulcahy organized a baseball tournament for the nurses; some of them are very strong but have no aim whatsoever.”

“If that nurse was a man that’d be a big turn-off,” you mumbled and Pierce cracked a smile at your joke.

“I can assure you I am both strong and have good aim,”

“We’ll, it’s too bad everything else about you is a turn-off. Now hold still,” you grabbed his head and looked at the cut.

“Ow, ow, woman! Careful!”

“Maybe you should get out of the nurses and Father's way when they’re playing baseball, that way you won’t need…” you counted in your head. “Four stitches.”

“Glad I’m not in your place Hawkeye,” B.J. patted his back.

“B.J., can you grab me a local anesthetic?”

“You sure you don’t wanna make him sit and squirm?” he teased.

“I’m tempted,” you eyed the dark-haired Captain.

“Don’t even joke about that B.J.,” Hawkeye warned.

B.J. got you the local anesthetic and you carefully injected it near the cut and waited a short minute before proceeding with the stitches.

“Stop squirming, Pierce,” you chastised.

“Sorry, it just feels so natural to do around you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Who hurt your Pierce, because every time I think you’re a decent guy you go and convince me otherwise.”

“Her name’s Carley,” B.J. interjected. “Trust me, she messed him up good,”

“At least there’s a reason,” you sighed.

“What happened to minding your own business,” Pierce looked at B.J.

“Sorry, that’s my fault I taught him how to gossip,” you joked and Pierce eyed you and then B.J. like you were in on some plan together. “Okay, I’m almost done, got the bandages B.J.?”

“Right here,” he placed them on the equipment table next to you and as soon as you tied off the last stitch you cut a piece of bandage to tape to his head.

“Done?” Pierce asked.

“Almost, B.J.,” you called the other surgeon and you both nodded before kissing the bandage. “There now you’re all set.”

“Just as long as neither of you gave me some kind of infection.”

Pierce grabbed his coat and hopped off the gurney, while you cleaned up.

“Hey, thanks for stitching me up.”

“No problem, no head-butting until it’s healed,”

“What if it’s with a trained professional?” he asked.

“A trained professional?” you raised a brow.

“Like you, considering you’re always butting heads with me,”

“And what I suppose you want other parts of us to play whoopee too?”

“Your words, not mine,” he winked and you scoffed, not believing you fell for that. “See you later, my tent, 7 pm?”

“Nice try, Pierce. Better luck next time.”

He gave you a lazy salute goodbye and you shook your head as he left the building. That man was one thing if not relentless.

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The Raven's daughter part 8

previously: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (catching up is highly recommended)

masterlist

Part 8

Late night talking

-y/n!My child! Are you all right? What happened there! – the girl’s father started cawing the very second he noticed her attackers flattened on the ground – did they do something to you?

- relax, dad. As you can see I am not the one who got hurt. Quite the opposite in fact.

- What did you do?!

-Let’s just say that watching Tv series can be more useful than you suspect – y/n smirked – anyway, I think I’m tired after all the emotions. What are the chances your boss is gonna leave me be for the evening?

Said boss was just awkwardly standing a couple of meters away watching the battlefield.

-Morpheus? – she tried to gain his attention – is there something you want from me? Or with me?

- What did you do to those men?

- I kicked their…. I mean, I was protecting myself of course. Waking world can be dangerous after all, so to quote one movie character, a women should know some tricks to keep herself safe.

- That is unusual. – Dream muttered eyes fixed on y/n

- Oh, really. You believe a woman has to be a damsel in distress? Waiting for her knight in shining armor? Probably locked up in some tower waiting for rescue? – she raised her eyebrows jokingly – long gone, Dream. Life is hard for women and we gotta watch our backs for ourselves.

-That is not true, y/n! - Matthew caws, fairly outraged

- Sorry. Except for those lucky ones who has a Raven protector. – she shook her head – I really want to head home, so if there’s some urgent matter to discuss maybe you can just walk with me? Or are you going to just stand and stare without a word?

- A walk?

- Yes, Dream. This is kind of thing you do when you move your legs one in front of the other.

- I am fairly familiar with what walking means. I’m just not quite used to it.

-Oh, right. Sand teleportation, I remember. However, I could really use some fresh air, so …. Would you join me? If my presence is not beneath the King of Dreams of course.

-It is not.

- A walk it is then. – she moved passed him taking the lead but he did not budge – are you coming or what? – the girl turned around urging him to move – come on, Dream, however crazy that sound I really want to leave this mess of a place.

- Fine. But we need to talk.

- Later. Now, enjoy the calmness and peacefulness of the empty streets. The silence is magical, isn’t it?

Dream did not bother to respond, just put his hands into the pockets of his coat and followed the girl, who seemed delighted with something as simple as walking. And she was in fact right. There was something magical in the desolated city, ablaze with the city lights and neons. When they were crossing London Bridge y/n stopped in the middle, looking up at the sky and taking deep breath.

-Why did you stop? – Dream asked flatly, trying to cover his curiosity

-No reason in particular. I just wanted to look into the stars – she smiled – they give me a lot of thoughts and inspiration. Shouldn’t you know? Aren’t the dreamers the one who wishes upon the stars, after all? – she turned her gaze towards him, head tilted waiting for the answer.

- They do. Though not as much as in the previous centuries.

- I suppose not – y/n nodded – crazy times leaves no time for stargazing. Luckily, I do not plan on giving that habit up, anytime soon. I mean, luckily for me, since that means you may be stuck with me as a Dreamer for quite a while. Not sorry about that, Dream – she smiled at him and for the first time since they met is was so genuine that it lighted up her eyes and entire face. It was almost like the sun rise up in the city in the middle of the night. That girl really was something unusual. Ass-kicker one moment and then the sensitive and insightful one the other. Definitely not what Dream got used to during all his existence. He was about to say something but Matthew was quicker and chimed in leaving the Dream Lord stuffy and with mouth opened.

- Remember when we used to search for the constellation when you were little, y/n? That may be the reason why you like it so much.

- Maybe…. – she hesitated – or rather I was fascinated by the stories of souls taken to the sky and being turned into stars.

- The Greek myths? – Dream asked

- You know them? – y/n turned towards him again – I mean, of course you do – she shook her head – you are Endless after all, you’ve experienced it all first hand. I gotta admit I’m a bit jealous of that.

- I did experience it. Someone … close to me was taken towards the stars.

- Really? Who… - she started but was taken aback by Dream’s watery face so mercifully decided to let go – ok, never mind. Anyway, it seems like we have something in common after all.

- How so?

- Y/n, is it really the time and place to talk about it? Can you handle it? You said you were tired and you always get a bit sentimental when that happens. – Matthew perched on the edge of the bridge.

-It’s fine, dad – she assured him – It’s been so long ago I got through it. And if there's a chance of forming some connection I’ll take it.

- What are you two talking about? Did you lost someone?

-Didn’t we all? – she looked down. Clearly not being through despite what she said – Loss is a part of life, after all.

-Who was it?

- My mother. It’s not like she died but she left when I was little. No explanation. No note. Just… one day she just disappeared. I never knew why.

- That was hard for both of us, y/n – Matthew cawed - you lost your mother and I lost a wife.

- I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why it came back to me now … - she sobbed - … maybe you were right. Maybe it’s just tiredness speaking. And I may actually be a bit drunk…

- You were drinking?!

- Oh, come dad. I’m a grown-up woman not a kid. I know my limits. It’s not like I’m drunk drunk. Just a bit …. tipsy.

- Ok, that’s enough. I’m sorry, boss, but can you actually see my daughter home? I would do it myself, but at my current state it’s quote impossible. Wings do not seem useful in this case.

- I will see her home. But no more walking.

- My address is …..- the girl started speaking but was cut off once again

- I remember the address – and with those words Dream grabbed his pouch of sand making them both disappear. Thankfully there was no one to notice this supernatural phenomenon.

***

It only took y/n a couple of minutes to change into her pajamas, remove the makeup and get under covers. For some strange, unknown reasons, Dream stayed at her apartment this whole time. Waiting outside the bathroom of course. Otherwise it would be both awkward and inappropriate. Morpheus did not quite understand his own behavior. Why did he feel the urge to protect this human? This mortal one?

On the other side, there was Matthew’s protective approach and mix of no one’s touching my daughter and I’m a bird so I need some help attitude. All in all he would not leave until he knew y/n was perfectly safe and tucked in her own bed away from any trouble. Which was hard, since she was now connected with his boss, but the Raven decided not to dwell on that. One problem at a time. Matthew was even ready to defy Lord of the Dreams if he were to force him to leave, prepared for any punishment but to his surprise Morpheus was not eager to leave. Truthfully, that was even more disturbing for the concerned father. He was going crazy from all the mixed signals. How much can a bird handle?

-Guys? – y/n spoke from the bed, eyes closed, breath calmed – it’s getting creepy.

- what? – they asked in unison

- I’m about to fall asleep and you’re watching me like a pray. I’m fine now, I swear. You can go fulfill whatever duties await you. Don’t you have some dreams or nightmare to send to people?

- You speak truly. I do must see to my obligations. We shall return to the Dreaming immediately, Matthew.

- I will see you soon, y/n, ok? Please, take care of yourself – Matthew nudged the girls hand with his beak – promise me you will stay out of trouble

- I don’t look for trouble, but trouble looks for me – she hummed getting a confused look – fine, fine, I’ll do my best.

- Good girl. Sleep tight, daughter.

- Night dad. Oh and Morpheus – Dream turned around to girl’s watchful gaze – stay out of my dreams – she smirked turning her back on him and drifting off. Little did she know, he could not be stopped from doing so. Not even by the protective Matthew. As he head towards the door (after all, he was once scolded for entering without knocking and the rule was the same for leaving) he noticed something on the kitchen counter. At first glance it was nothing, just a vase with a single plant, but Dream knew better and his face become even paler than usual.

- Boss? Is something wrong?

- I don’t know yet, Matthew. But I will find out – he turned around heading back towards the bedroom with the strong intension of talking to y/n.

-What are you… no! – the Raven flied after him, stopping Dream Lord from waking her up – don’t!

- Matthew, I warn you. This is not your place to stop me.

- Sorry, boss, but I can’t let you wake her. She needs rest after all she’s been through.

- And I need answers.

- Then wait till the morning.

- Matthew… - Dream voice was vibrating dangerously – you are walking on thin ice.

- I’ll risk it for her. – the bird stated boldly

- Is that so? – Morpheus narrowed his eyes at the bird – why?

- Because she’s my daughter, for heavens’ sake. Because I care about her and I want to protect her. And I know she would do the same for me.

- That’s admirable though I don’t think I understand …. – Dream lowered his gaze on the sleeping girl and once again, to his own surprise he was smitten. He has already seen her angry and in dreamy mood but there was something captivating by her sleeping figure. Some sort of softness in those relaxed features, eyes closed, cheeks slightly flushed, corners of the lips just barely noticeable lifted forward. Just so beautiful.

- No staring, boss. You heard her before. It’s creepy.

- Perhaps it is. Very well then, I shall not wake her but if it’s not within my power to reach her in Waking World I shall meet her in her dream.

-What? No! – Matthew yelled but his voice was quickly swallowed by the cloud of sand.

***

-Lucienne! – Dream summoned his librarian as soon as he and Matthew landed in the Dreaming – I need a book on some certain human.

-And who shall that be my Lord?

- y/n y/l/n

- But that’s Matthew’s…

- It is. Now, shall I see the volume?

- Lucienne, please, don’t ….

- May I ask why the sudden interest in the girl, sire?

- That is not of your concern Lucienne. – Dream spoke and then sighed – however, it may seem we have some common business that is to be discovered. I shall see for any clues to make this …. clearer. Does that ease your mind?

- Only a bit. She seems like a nice person.

- She is! And she does not deserve to be treated like some sort of object of the Endless’ game.

-And I shall not treat her like that. Now, I need the book, Lucienne.

- Yes my Lord – the Librarian started searching the shelves looking apologetically at Matthew while Dream sat down by the table. Since Lucienne was swift it only took her a minute to get the right volume and hand it to her King.

- Is there anything else my Lord?

- No. Thank you Lucienne. I wish to be left alone, you may take Matthew with you.

- With all the respect, my Lord, but I do not think that possible.

- And why is that so? – Morpheus eyed her

- Because he’s up there – she pointed towards the library ceiling.

- I’m not going anywhere!

- Do you realize I can force you to come down and leave the library? Or impose far worse punishment on you for disobeying me.

- I’m not going anywhere! How many times we will have to go through the same conversation?!

- Leave us, Lucienne – Dream sighed in exasperation – and you – you get down here. I command you. – with that being said the bird had no choice but to obey – if I let you stay, will you be listening? No questions, no talking back, no defying me? – Morpheus asked

- That depends on …. Ok, fine! Fine! I will listen! I will obey!

- Splendid. How easy it can be to reach an agreement.

- That was more of a coercion, but …. Ok, fine! No talking back.

- Good. Now, we got work to do. We need to find out what does my brother want with y/n.

- Your brother, boss?

- The oldest of the Endless. Destiny.

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now-theres-a-spoiler-for-you · 2 years

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Writing things down so I can refer back when I need it 😬

On Saturday, I had my first photo op with Alex. After all the online calls we’ve done, it was really like showing up at an old friend’s party where they’re distracted by everything going on around them but really excited to see you. I walked into the booth to wait for the guy in front of me to finish, then they sent me forward to stand beside her. It took about half a second for her to register that it was me standing there but when she did, she squealed with excitement and tried to hug me out of reflex. We’d already been warned by staff that we weren’t allowed to handle the guests and if we did, we’d be removed so I pulled back to keep us both from getting in trouble and Alex was like “oh no, we can’t! I really want to hug you!” We both laughed and I said it was fine, and that I was really just glad to see her at a decent hour for once and she said “yeah, not at f***ing 3 in the morning!”

My brain anytime I hear Alex swear is like this

The woman who was coordinating the photo sessions kind of suggested we move things along because we were holding things up so we cooperated (though we were still very giggly) and stood on the marker. Alex took charge and decided what pose to do for us (thank god because I’m not a posing person) and said “I’m wearing a long skirt so I’m going to go swoosh like a flamenco dancer” and lifted her skirt so I matched her energy. We ended up needing to go again because my glasses reflected weirdly but we’d also been told not to put anything down in the booth for health and safety reasons. I didn’t have pockets so I shoved them unceremoniously down the front of my dress and Alex erupted into laughter again. I was unsure whether my makeup had held up between wearing a mask and my glasses rubbing so I asked her if I was all good (I was) and then we ended up with this 👍🏻

A couple of hours later, I went to visit her again at her autograph table. The staff kept asking if I needed to write my name down for personalization but I wasn’t going to need my name written anyway so I declined and Alex already knew what my name was anyway so I figured I’d save them some paper. I didn’t actually need anything signed but needed to give her some things I’d brought along so I had the banana picture to serve that purpose and I told her it was a bit of a joke item, she was confused but laughed very hard when she saw what I’d drawn and was absolutely bewildered and impressed that I’d captured so many recognizable details like her jewellery and her outfit etc.

After she’d worked out what to write on the picture, I redirected her attention to the gifts I’d brought her and handed over the book (a little book of recipes that corresponded to the mood/theme of excerpts from Shakespeare’s work) and said she was very excited to read it because she loves Shakespeare. Inside my head at that moment was like

but I digress, I merely said “I know!” and then she told me about how she was going to be doing another Shakespeare play soon and that she’s scared that she’s not going to do it justice (she’s going to be the best Prospero ever) and I said I’d seen that news and was very excited for her, and that I really hoped it would be streamed because it’s one of my favourite Shakespeare works. She agreed that it would be a great idea for them to stream it and I told her to push them for it because I know it’s something a lot of people are hoping for.

After that, I pointed to the box that I’d made to house the main portion of my gift pile and told her that she could open it now and that it was for her to take home. I mentioned that she’d seen it before but it had been a long two years (especially for her) so I didn’t expect her to remember. When she opened it, she was stunned and kept squealing “NO” because she felt like it was too grand a gesture but I insisted she take her because I’d done it knowing that she would appreciate that specific type of thing. She almost cried as she took in all of the details and kept saying how much she loved what I’d done and that she was going to cherish it. This was before I’d even shown her that there was a second outfit and set of accessories in the secret compartment.

I decided at that point that it was worth shooting my shot and asking whether it would be possible to bend the rules and get a photo of her with the doll I’d made and Alex turned to her handler with a hopeful look but was told no and I said I understood but she did say that she would keep her on her table for the next Galaxycon chat and would pull her out to say hello to me when it happens. I asked if she knew when it would be because it had been ages since we’d been able to catch up properly and she said she wasn’t sure but she knew there’d be one because they’d already asked if she was open to it.

After that, I went for lunch with friends and then made my way home to rest up for day 2 (I did not rest up for day 2 lmao)

On the morning of day 2, my first mission was to get something personalized for a friend so I headed for her table and met up with another Kinglet I’d met at the con the day before. I missed Alex’s signing by minutes but my friend had just spoken to her and said that when she mentioned me, Alex started gushing about my doll again and asked if she’d seen it and told her to tell me she was still in love 🥹

When I was finally able to get back to her table, the staff handling Alex’s line both called me by name and I was like “oh god am I famous over here or something?” to Alex and she laughed at me. The woman with her then explained she remembered me from the day before. After Alex finished signing my friend’s thing, I said goodbye again and ran off, then we killed some time until her panel.

At the panel, Alex was very funny and charismatic. A lot of the usual questions were asked but there were a few interesting revelations and she did inadvertently share a concept she’d been developing if she writes a new River Song book so I’m really looking forward to that if it happens.

After the panel, I went for another photo with her because I’d bought a second token not realizing that my kids would be camping that day and didn’t want to waste it. I didn’t expect to get a goodbye hug for it since we’d been warned not to but I did anyway so thanks queen 👏🏻

That concludes my Kinglet dream weekend. I hope you enjoyed 😂

#kingston ❤️#alex kingston #brisnova 2022

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Nobody cried nobody even noticed we saw him standing right there (everything I wanted - Billie eilish)

Miguel and Mirabel are nine years old.

"Falsa madrigals"

"you don't deserve to be a madrigal"

"one of you isn't even a real madrigal"

"they both aren't real madrigals"

"Why do you even stick around?"

As always the two pain twins were getting jumped by bullies. They were down on the floor crunched up and trying to protect anything that might cause a severe injury. Once the bullies left they got up and dusted off their clothes. Mirabel looked over and saw Camilo standing right there staring at them in anger.

"falsa madrigals" he growled and walked away. they were used to this so why did it still hurt? why did it hurt to know that no one besides their parents cared for their well-being? why did it hurt to know that no one cared for CHILDREN?

"c'mon Miguel let's go patch up" Mirabel grabbed Miguel's wrist and walked down into the woods to their makeshift cabin. It wasn't much, it kind of looked like a chicken coop but with aid supplies in it.

They didn't want to disturb their mother for food so they bandage themselves up instead. At first, they thought Dolores would have said something but they lost that hope at seven years old.

<"When will this end?"> Mirabel thought to herself with tears on the brim of her eyes.

"Who knows," Miguel said out loud. They share this twin connection where they know what the other is thinking it's not magic it's just twin magic.

They always have spare clothes in the coop if they ever need something to cover up the scars. Mirabel has a white top with puffy sleeves and Miguel has a longer rauna and a shirt with puffy sleeves.

They tried their best to stay out of the way of their siblings and family. They really did but nothing ever seemed to be enough. Sometimes it felt like the family would seek them out to say something cruel...but they would never do that...right?

It was dinner time for the madrigals and when I say madrigals I mean GIFTED madrigals. Mira and Mig stayed in their rooms and what's sad is the fact nobody even noticed. Not even their parents. The ones who did notice didn't have the courage to say anything or just didn't care.

After dinner was over is when Julieta noticed that she didn't collect their plates.

"where's Mira and...Miguel?" she forgot her own son's name

"their sleeping in their room, they had a long day today" Dolores heard them getting beat up, did she care? no.

"oh" is all she could say, she went back to washing the dishes not having a care in the world.

Casita felt like Dolores knew something but couldn't put a tile on it. it asked the twins what happened today and they told it that they got into a fight and that it doesn't matter. Casita nearly crumbled, it told them that it did matter and frantically asked if they were alright at least 100 times.

Casita didn't want them to go outside ever again in life. When Alma would pull the two near the doors they were always reluctant but they can't disobey the matriarch's words. They would open the doors and pray that their little mariposas would be ok

Nah cuase. If this continues. I’m gonna riot. Ain’t no mf way they should be treating them (and even Casita???? Tf did the house do to deserve this) that way. I will 100 put on my fight shoes and beat all of the up, I don’t care how op their gift is, no one is safe <3

Also how???? Do you forget a whole child’s name Julieta. Like seriously wtf. And Camilo that mess was outta pocket, karmas gonna slap him in the face later on 💀

And if I was Casita???? Me personally. I would ‘t let that kind of disrespect slide. But that’s just me though.

#encanto #encanto au #my asks are open #au #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto casita #twins of pain au #not tagging the other characters #cause I’m mad asf

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{ID - digital art, a timeline of Martin from The Magnus Archives, as his appearance changes with each major event/season. Each appearance has a series of notes surrounding it. As a rule, Martin’s hair is curly and starts off auburn brown before turning various shades of grey and white. There is a puff of hair on top that looks like a heart. His eyes start off dark blue, and become foggy grey. He is white and freckled, fat and drawn into himself, with rounded features.

S1 - Martin is wearing a bright yellow jumper with orange starbursts on i; it doesn't fully hide his chest. He has rounded glasses and messy, curly hair. He wears trousers with scuff marks on. He waves gently at someone offscreen, and holds a mug of tea in his other hand. He wears a trans flag badge, and a simple orange one, as well as a green lanyard that says "STAFF". He has the start of a beard. Notes - (pointing to hair) "Bird's nest" "Yeah I'm in my 30s! I know I don't look it; baby face!" "Charity shops love him!" (pointing to his chest) "Non-op (too expenny)" "Repairs his own clothes" "Children's TV presenter vibes"

S1 (archive livin') - His hair is slightly longer and messier, and he is wearing pyjamas. His pyjamas are a matched set; a blue shirt with paw prints on the chest, and a pair of blue boxers with dog faces on. His arms and legs are visible, showing a lot of body hair and two tattoos. On his left bicep is a black cog, and on the inside of his right thigh is a small spider. In one hand, he clutches a corkscrew. His left hand clutches fearfully onto his right arm. Notes - "Matching PJ set (from Sash)" "Mechs tattoo lol (Jon FREAKED out)" "No haircuts for lads in quarantine" "Is that a corkscrew in your pocket or- (it's a corkscrew)" (pointing to the spider) "Stick n' Poke from when he was like 16"

S2 - His hair remains long and messy, but he now looks generally more exhausted and tense. He is wearing a pink jumper with a small heart design on, and his trans pin. The jumper sits on top of a pink-grey shirt. He is also wearing purple-grey suit trousers. He still clutches onto his corkscrew. Notes - "SO tense SO jumpy" "Nearly stabbed Tim one time" "Dressing better (to impress Jon)"

S3 - His hair is shorter now and his outfit is more muted. He is also slightly fatter. He wears a thick green sweater vest and a grey-beige shirt with his suit trousers. He clutches a tape recorder in his hand. He looks incredibly sad, and his fists are clenched. Notes - "3AM sadness haircut" "Sad" "Putting on worry weight" "Tries to remain progessional despite it all (colours remind him of Jon), "Using 'Jon's' recorder"

S4 - A dramatic change for Martin; his hair is longer again, and cloudy grey. His glasses are clouded by fog, and he is looking stern and stubborn. His skin is much paler, and his freckles are faded. He is wearing a navy blue turtleneck and jeans. He holds a piece of paper in one hand, and a blue mug in the other. Behind him are soft blue clouds. Notes - "No more Mr Soft Boi" "Depression Hair Returns" ""Peter's evil, sure, but he's right about turtlenecks." Talking to a recorder" "Paler" (pointing to the paper) "5th Extinction statement of the week" "There's Red Bull (warm) in this mug" "Gets cold easily now" "Freckles fade" "Glasses fog up" "Mist & clouds help him leave unnoticed"

S5 (cottage) - A slight return to his season 1 design, but clearly changed. His hair is pale brown, and his skin has a little big more colour back to it. He is wearing a big blue jumper with pawprints on the arms and a dog's face on the front with text that says "PUP" in primary colours. He is also wearing a scarf striped with purple, magenta, and green. He is still wearing his jeans. He looks gently happy, but very tired. He doesn't wear his glasses. Tiny wisps of cloud hang around behind him. Notes - (pointing to the scarf) "Jon's scarf" "He refuses to see it" "A little colour comes back" "At least 3 layers on" "Convinced Jon he doesn't need gloves indoors" "the tiniest bit of hope" "Sad and tired but in love {heart}"

S5 (Kill Bill) - Martin has fallen back to the Lonely somewhat. His hair is almost entirely white, and his skin is pale again. He looks dangerously angry. He is wearing his S1 jumper with jeans, a brown trench coat, and Jon's scarf. He scowls, breathing out a puff of blue fog. Notes - "Clawing for a happy end" "He just wanted to be soft." "Peter was right about big coats too. Fuck." "Becomes more/less Lonely based on mood"

Doodles - Three goofy line doodles of Martin 1 - A tiny S5 Eyepocalypse Martin, his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed. He is screaming, "OI DICK'EAD" 2 - A S5 Cottage Martin, glasses off. An arrow pointing to him says, "His ass can't see shit" 3 - A doodle of S4 Martin that is transparent. He is making a peace sign and is being surrounded by clouds. A note next to him says, "Peace Out"

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i also. love him.

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I posted 10,158 times in 2022

That's 6,390 more posts than 2021!

233 posts created (2%)

9,925 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ickyprincetothesun

@fangirlingpuggle

@larrythepistachio

@justablah56

@annabelle--cane

I tagged 706 of my posts in 2022

#tma - 124 posts

#the magnus archives - 94 posts

#jonathan sims - 42 posts

#dracula daily - 27 posts

#dracula - 24 posts

#jonmartin - 22 posts

#martin blackwood - 21 posts

#tma spoilers - 20 posts

#statement remains - 16 posts

#tma fanart - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#whereas martin is just chuggin along in his life when ope here’s a person i can help time to get them tea what do you mean i’m in love

My Top Posts in 2022:

“Oh, Martin saw Jon be a complete mess of a human being and thought I can fix him and that was the reason his crush started”

you fools. you absolute circus clowns. you avatars of pure silliness.

Martin is EXACTLY as unhinged as Jon even before they ever meet each other, and becomes even more so after we meet him. Behold:

List of Reasons why Martin Kartin Blackwood is just as (if not more) unhinged than his avatar-of-all-evil-knowledge-boyfriend:

in order to get a job, he lied on his CV. Not too bad, fuck academic elitism, etc, but this man. claimed to have a very specific degree in a very specific field. and then he got hired. because of that degree

and no one noticed. for ten whole years.

(except the head of the institute, which doesn’t count bc he’s an evil mind reading bastard)

Also claimed to be like ten years older than he really was (him and jon share this unhinged fun fact which is fuckin wild)

ALSO also didn’t have a middle name so just kinda. gave himself a middle initial. for funsies.

let a dog into a building bc it tricked him with its cute face

but also carried out a con for months on an avatar of an evil fear god by just. frowning and nodding.

could have been an avatar of manipulation and control, instead decided to be in love. icon.

actually, could have been an avatar of three different fear gods. said no thanks I will be in love instead ty

boss is specifically an asshole to him. decides to fall in love anyway.

had to be told to put his hands in his pockets so he would stop touching plastic explosives

wanted to kill an old man bc one time that old man kind of threatened to throw him off a rollercoaster

after being trapped in his flat for three weeks by a bug lady, brought a jar full of her bugs with him back to work to prove a point

willing to damn an unknowable number of other realities

met himself. he was an asshole. to himself.

“sorry elias I can’t hear you there’s a door in the way”

decided with no evidence that he was going to take his bf on a hiking trip and figure out a way to shove the fear gods back into their little box

has dreams of making out with his bf over their ex-boss’s corpse

“Hey, Elias! J o n a h M a g n u s !!!!! …. OI DICKHEAD”

big strong rowing arms

(that’s not unhinged i just wanted everyone to remember that martin has big strong arms good for rowing and giving hugs)

thinks tea is cure to all emotional ills

certainly has a large fun patterned jumper collection at home

also advocates that he and his bf “get their murder on”

stole a possibly evil tape recorder to record poetry bc lo-fi vibes

spent several months talking to tape recorders more than humans

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Help I’m late to the party re: cryptic Rusty Quill Magnus Archives news and don’t know how to catch up!

You have come to the right place! Here I will summarize The Bullshit™️ with time stamps where able. I will also update this post when new things come to light.

Let’s go one day at a time!

10 October

Rusty Quill Twitter and Instagrams post UNPROMPTED, UNEXPLAINED eyes

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7,837 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

tma fandom for the past year and a half: the ambiguity of the ending was so beautiful, I love that we just Don’t Know what happened to them. Horror tragedy is a heart-wrenching but also amazing genre.

tma fans today: mARTIN? Martin my beloved bby boy?? Is here???? Is aliVe??? THANK FUCK THIS IS WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG now where is my jarchivist whom I love so dearly rusty quill if you keep him from me I will never forgive you

11,420 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

I did not have “tumblr book club forms and reads a classic horror novel delivered via email; immediately begins to roast and fall in love with protagonist” on my 2022 bingo card, but I have to say I am enjoying myself immensely

18,645 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I feel like neil gaiman’s regular presence on this hellsite is like… an unintentional secret that we all have. I never question it, and yet it’s just like… on your right you will see the queer podcast fandom. on the left you will see author of coraline and good omens and the sandman. yeah he’s here. yeah sometimes he’ll appear in your notes or respond to a shitpost when you least expect it. it’s fine.

30,370 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

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