#of course the market where people are going to want to wake up and watch things that just finished has worked out how to have matches

[ratherembarrassing]

today i bought a new iphone so i could watch the wsl.

let me explain.

so we all know finding somewhere to watch women's soccer is an absolute palava. except it's actually not in australia, it's just on a service that costs $24 a month - optus sport. that is an outrageous amount of money to pay for a single use streaming service.

except if you're an optus customer, it's $6. i abandoned optus years ago, but me vs telstra has continued unabated ever since.

on friday when my pre-ordered iphone didn't show up, a thing i only purchased for fun but once committed had to have immediately as promised, i lost my shit, took myself to the nice local optus store this morning, and now i have a new iphone plan for $10 less than i was paying on telstra and access optus sport for only $6.

instead of paying $24, i'm $4 in front :)

#of course the market where people are going to want to wake up and watch things that just finished has worked out how to have matches #on demand immediately after they finish #how fuckign hard is it? idk but everyone else seems to find it damn impossible #optus also has a proper apple tv app so none of this airstream from phone crap it's so civilized #i can say hey siri play the man u reading match on lounge room tv and there it is :)

[faeriekit]

New In Town (dp x dc)

ALRIGHT! 👏🏽 A prompt. (Or, well. A premise.) I’m schtealing a lot of worldbuilding from @mediumsizedpidegon‘s post here so bear with me please.

The Bats, however they catch wind of Amity, catch wind of Amity Park. Of course they do. Amity Park has a very distinct presence— Or, well, a lack of a presence. It may have an abundance of documented weirdness online, from folk stories to abandoned livestreams to concerning details in expats’ online blogs.

But there is no online evidence of Amity Park that leaves Amity Park.

So. What is a family of detectives to do when confronted with the need to gather physical evidence? Road Trip, baby!🏄🏽‍♂️🚗🚞🚡

Everyone hops in the car/Batplane and makes their way to Amity Park; they make hotel reservations, ring up the only reasonably rich enough people to even touch their social circle (the Manson family, and Vlad Masters, apparently), make an itinerary for all the documented tourist stops to hit up while in town off the town website, and prepare themselves for whatever dimensional weirdness is causing a complete tech blackout on the town and an inability to be found by satellite.

They get about ten feet into Amity proper when they meet the first local.

His name is Danny. He’s nice! Affable. He looks a lot like any other Wayne sibling, actually, if a little on the younger side. He notices it’s their first time in town. Do they need any help getting around?

Best way to get information is to ingratiate with a local, so...sure, why not? They get a free tour guide, Danny gets to show off his town; they see all the sights, like the local burger joint, the school, the Manson home, the town hall, the city proper. They’re having a clothing swap in the temple parking lot, actually. You should go check it out!

For whatever reason, it’s all...Punk? Goth? There’s a couple of lolita dressed tossed in, and some crocheted things. Everyone has a trunk out their car, eyeliner, and at least two piercings in their face; everyone here seems to know each other on a personal level. Well, small towns are small towns. Whatever.

Danny isn’t deterred by their reactions. If they want, there’s the movie in park tonight! If not, they can catch dinner, though; their hotel restaurant closes at 8pm sharp. (He just...knows this off the top of his head?)

They split up. Some of the family people watch at the restaurant. Everyone is...weirdly courteous to them. A little standoffish. But not at the Wayne name, just at...them being there.

The people at the park find out they’re watching The Night of the Living Dead. This would be much more normal if the park wasn’t also clearly the cemetery, in the middle of July? Which is. Why? It’s not even for any holiday or special time of the year? It’s just...clearly a movie night in the summer? There are little kids here, playing among the gravestones while their parents set out blankets and snacks. Why is this considered a family event??

Well. At least Jason has fun.

Everyone goes to bed and reconvenes in the morning. When they wake up and roll out for the day, Danny manages to find them again, this time with two new friends, bright and chipper in the morning. There’s a farmer’s market today! Everyone’s worked really hard on this week’s harvest; don’t they want to see?

...Sure?

And the longer they’re in Amity Park, the more they begin to realize how convenient it is, that they’re ferried around so easily; that there’s immediately a local who takes a liking to them, that there’s always something else to do; how suspicious it is that no data can get in or out of Amity now that they’re in it, or how they can’t seem to get close to any of the more suspicious parts of town they want to infiltrate. The town is entirely closed to outside influences. The fashion trends are strange and foreign. They only eat things grown in the area, by people they know, and it’s all sort of...green. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone knows where to go. Who to talk to. The superstitions— make no wishes, step on no cracks, wear no large jewelry, cross no shadows of any person (living or dead, apparently), speak to no one without full view of their eyes. 

But nothing seems dangerous— not until a few of them try to investigate Axiom Labs, a subsidiary of the otherwise national Dalvco company, and are met to the face with a blaster that uses tech they’ve never seen, by a red fighter in an ultra-synthetic suit.

Overnight, the extremely polite and welcoming town becomes a hostile entity to fight their way out of.

#...or something. #dp x dc #this is *technically* a subset of the Amity is Danny's Haunt au #he can physically feel how they don't fit. But he is TRYING to be a good host #everyone else is nervous around new people who Don't Get the local vibes #or even notice the dead people who are scattered all over Amity #dpxdc #dcxdp #I just wanted Danny to be So Cheerful and Nice it turns back into like stepford wife spookiness completely on accident #Danny seems Tailor Made to be liked by them and it's kinda freaky #Places they also fail to get into: Mayor's office. Vlad's bigass house. Fentonworks #Oh Boy does Danny's attitude change when they try to get into Fentonworks #dcu crossover #free to a good home

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Love me harder

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are having a nice day out with Elizabeth when a paparazzi stumble over you

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. This was inspired by that photos of Lizzie eating ice cream.

Warnings: Elizabeth Olsen being too cute

MASTERLIST

“What flavor do you want?”

You heard your girlfriend asking you with her lips brushing just behind your ear before a quick kiss landed right there, making your entire body melt against her. Elizabeth was standing behind you, one arm around your waist, and easily sustained your weight with a low chuckle at the reaction she got from you. People around you paid no mind at all despite the park being packed with families and passers-by enjoying the sunny day out.

“Chocolate,” you replied after giving it some thought. You had never eaten ice cream from the truck Elizabeth had taken you to, but chocolate was your forever favorite.

“Okay,” Elizabeth said and removed her arm from around you. You turned your head to look at her, already smiling the easy smile that came to your face whenever you were around her, but she simply slid on her sunglasses again and smirked. “Stay here, I will go to the line. It’s too sunny,” she declared, gently guiding you to take another step back to stay in the big shadow the tree behind you was providing.

You rolled your eyes fondly at the sweetness of her gesture, but didn’t try to argue as she walked away. You knew there was no point in arguing, after all. So you watched as your girlfriend walked a few feet to your right to stand in the line to buy both of you the ice cream she promised you would get if you woke up early to go out with her. She wanted to go to the street market for days now, mostly because she wanted to buy some new flowers to her garden but also because she knew they had the most fresh vegetables around, and she was finally home to do so. Of course, she would drag you along with her. And, of course, you would agree to wake up at a ridiculous hour in the morning to buy carrots just because she pouted at you.

There were very few things you wouldn’t do when Elizabeth pouted at you and she knew that.

“Here we go.”

You noticed you had dozed off when you heard her voice approaching you. You looked over in time to see her walking towards you while holding two cones with a soft smile on her lips before she handed you the chocolate one. She took advantage of her free hand to raise her sunglasses to the top of her head again and you were blessed with the sight of her green eyes.

“Thanks, Lizzie,” you smiled at her, already moving to take a bite out of the ice cream. It made her shudder, as you knew it would, because she couldn’t imagine how you were able to just bite ice-cold things and not feel anything.

Even so, she made sure to lean in to press a kiss against your cheek. “Not a problem, honey. Do you want to sit down to eat?”

“Can we? I'm afraid I might make a mess if I try to walk and eat at the same time,” you admitted with a shy grin, looking down at the ice cream that had already started to melt a bit.

“Of course.” Elizabeth nodded and used her plastic spoon to point at a bench not far from where you both were. It was under a tree so there was a big shadow around it as well, and there weren’t many people around since most seemed to be enjoying their day to run or walk their dogs. “There are a few benches over there.”

“Let's go.” You both walked towards the bench with no rush and you sat down as soon as you reached it, stretching your legs in front of you in the air and groaning. “Ah, my feet are killing me.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at you, but she had a smile on her face. “We didn't walk that much.”

“No, but I'm tired,” you complained, licking your ice cream with a pout.

Elizabeth, who had been eating her treat with the spoon, glanced at you for a moment. “You're only saying that because you want me to put all the groceries away when we get home.”

“Of course not!” You exclaimed in fake shock, even going as far as placing a hand against your chest. “I would never.”

This time, your girlfriend laughed and shook her head. “You're lucky I love you,” she mumbled while leaning down.

“Yes, I am,” you agreed easily because, really, you were so lucky to have Elizabeth in your life and, even more so, that she loved you so dearly.

Your lips connected in a quick peck since you were both in a public space and in odd positions, but she sighed when she pulled away. “You taste like chocolate.”

“And you taste like pistachio,” you replied with an adoring smile. You wished you could kiss her again, but Elizabeth was already straightening her back. She had not sat down by your side, kind of towering over you, but you didn’t mind. “Which I think I don't have a problem with when I taste it like that,” you added and stared at her ice cream as if it had personally offended you somehow. You didn’t like pistachio, which was ironic because that was Elizabeth’s favorite flavor.

Your girlfriend threw you an amused glare before pointing at your ice cream with her plastic spoon. “Eat.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, obviously. The ice cream was delicious, there were some chocolate bits inside, and you were positively sure that the truck had the best ice cream in the entire city. You would tell Elizabeth that later on because she kept telling you this for weeks now and you didn’t believe her before.

You both ate in silence for a few minutes. You were watching people walking past you, focused on all the cute dogs walking with their owners or the birds trying to steal popcorn from people passing by, barely paying attention to anything else. Elizabeth took a few looks around over her shoulders and you assumed she was also watching the dogs, but you noticed the way she shifted closer to you at some point, almost touching your feet together. You looked up, a bit surprised, and noticed she had lowered her sunglasses again, which did not prevent you from seeing the frown that was suddenly on her face.

“What?” You asked because you knew her enough to know there was something wrong.

Elizabeth, who had been gazing down at her ice cream with her lips pursed, looked up from her glasses at you. “Huh?”

“You made a face,” you pointed out, deciding not to mention that she had basically changed positions as well, or that her posture had gone stiff.

It looked like that, for a second, she was going to dismiss your worries, but Elizabeth eventually sighed almost sadly and her shoulders dropped. “I'm sorry,” she declared and, this time, it was clear she was tense. “I saw someone taking pictures.” Elizabeth made a face and discreetly pointed over her right shoulder to show you where that person was, but you didn’t try to look over. You realized she had moved to try to cover you from whoever had a camera pointed in your direction. After she saw realization washing over your expression, she sighed again. “I'm so sorry.”

She sounded so earnest, her sadness so crude, that you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to squeeze her arm. “That's okay, Lizzie.”

“No, it's not.” She shook her head. “You shouldn't have to suffer the consequences of the career I chose for myself.”

That wasn’t the first time she expressed how upset she got when someone tried to drag you to her crazy lifestyle. You had been dating for over two years now, but you just recently came public with it because she was trying to keep you away from all of that - she had adamantly assured you that it wasn’t because you were a woman and you belived her. The paparazzi, people following you around, newsletters treating you as a public figure, fans stopping you in the street to ask you questions about her, and the influence it could have on your work and your very normal, mundane life. But you both reached an agreement to have her post a picture of you two at one of her castmate's wedding to announce to the world your relationship and things hadn’t gone as bad as you initially thought they might go.

Sure, some people found out where you worked and showed up, but your boss was understanding and just added more security for a while until it all settled back again. Other than that, the occasional fan giving you something for you to pass along to Elizabeth, and the eventual paparazzi taking pictures, things weren’t so crazy. You hadn’t shown up on her Instagram again, mostly because Elizabeth herself wasn’t very into social media, and you kept your own account private, only accepting your friends and family there so you could keep posting all you wanted.

That was a thing that happened when you dated a Marvel’s movie star when you weren’t one yourself. However, dating Elizabeth Olsen wasn’t all bad as your girlfriend made it seem - or believed so herself. You had been together for a while, enough for you to know there was no one else capable of making you feel as happy as she did. You would move mountains to be with her, so you could endure a few pictures taken without your consent, as annoying as it might be.

“Hey,” you called her softly, letting your hand caress her arm until you were touching her hand. She stopped spinning the small spoon with her fingers when you touched her, but it took a few more seconds before her eyes moved up to meet yours. You wished she didn’t have her sunglasses on, although they weren’t dark enough to hide all of them. “Thank you for protecting me,” you said, making sure you sounded as honest as you were. “I know you try to hide me when you see someone is taking photos.”

“I just…” Elizabeth sighed and allowed you to play with her fingers, letting go of the spoon. “I don't want to hide you, but you don't deserve to have your life ruined because of me.”

There it was again. The way Elizabeth made it seem like she was bringing the end of the world straight at you. You could understand that, of course, because her life had always been under the spotlight since she was a baby. She saw how being in the media affected her sisters, what it did to them, and how it shifted her life as well. So, of course, you understood why she was so protective of you when it came to that. It just made you love her even more.

“My life could never be ruined because of you,” you affirmed and allowed a small smile to turn the corners of your lips up. “You are the reason why my life has been pretty great lately.” Elizabeth also smiled, although it didn’t reach her eyes, and you decided to kiss her palm to remind her you were not going anywhere. You didn’t care if the person was still taking pictures or not, if that was going to reach the internet somewhere or not. “Eat your ice cream, sunshine.”

She smiled more widely at the pet name you used as you let go of her hand so you could both finish eating. By that point, the ice cream was melting down the cone and almost reaching your fingers, so you sped up to eat it. Elizabeth still kept trying to hide you, but she looked more at ease when she started biting down on the cone, so you also allowed yourself to relax.

Once you were done with the ice cream, she helped you to stand, putting out one of her hands, and then grabbed your napkin to throw it away in the trashcan a few steps to the side. When she returned, you didn’t think twice before pulling her in for a peck.

“Thank you for the ice cream. I loved it.”

“I told you they were good,” she replied with a soft smile. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Don’t you want to buy anything else?” You asked, pointing over your shoulder to the street market still happening.

Elizabeth looked over and thought for a few seconds, before she looked at you again. “No. I think we’re good.”

“Okay.” You nodded and turned around. “Let’s take a walk then. I know they have a dog park on the other side and I really want to see some cute dogs today.”

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, probably thinking if she should take you away from the camera still lurking around, but she saw your excited smile and quickly made up her mind. She curled one arm around your waist and you started walking slowly along with the other people enjoying the day out.

You took four or five steps before getting out of the shadow you had been and the sun hit your face full force. It wasn’t a warm day per se, since it was early autumn, but the sun was already making his presence known after a long winter, so you weren’t surprised there were that many people out. You raised your hand to try to cover up the sun from your eyes, even if you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay like that for much longer. Before you could think too much about it, though, Elizabeth took her sunglasses and handed them to you.

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“Keep it,” she insisted.

You were about to try to give her the sunglasses back when she kissed the side of your head and you lost all ability to talk suddenly. Elizabeth smiled like she knew what she was doing when she did that, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain, so you just slid the glasses in place and tried to ignore the blush on your cheeks. You walked for maybe two minutes before any of you talked again.

“You know we’re going further away from our car, right?” Elizabeth asked, albeit she sounded amused.

You remembered where she had parked her car because you had to walk there three times to put away the things she bought, but you didn’t care. You would walk a marathon if you had to. Anything for Elizabeth… and some cute dogs.

“I know,” you agreed and then joked: “But now I have sunglasses.”

Elizabeth laughed happily and you decided there was nothing in the world able to keep you from hearing it for the rest of your life.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #celebrity x reader #marvel #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #fanfic #creative writing #my writing #drabble #fluff

[sevensoulmates]

where you look at it as tim confirming buddie is happening the way he's talking about bucktommy purposely echoing buddie means that he's replacing buddie with bucktommy or buck and another guy and that makes me sad.

I really don't want to be snarky here, but I do truly feel like some people in this fandom are just looking for reasons to be upset. I understand that optimism is a learned and practiced skill and that this fandom has a disproportionate amount of people who lack media literacy, but for a lot of you, I truly think you won't ever be happy with anything you see on screen, even when buddie do finally get together, you'll find something to be unhappy about.

This is your burden for not being able to comprehend the story that's being told, even when tons of people in this fandom have put in countless amounts of time and emotional energy to try to explain it to you all in excruciating detail. I feel really sorry for the people who just can't sit back and enjoy the story unfolding and have to spend every waking minute trying to find something to make them mad.

Truly good stories take time. The current world we live in has trained us to crave instant gratification, and this time you aren't going to get that, plain and simple. Deal with it.

I'm glad the writers aren't just jumping headlong into buddie to appease impatient people who have never experienced the beauty of delayed gratification in their whole lives.

If you truly want to learn how to analyze media with a logical eye rather than just having purely emotional/reactive responses like this, I would recommend picking up some books or YouTube crash courses on the craft of storytelling, the art of foreshadowing, red herrings, unreliable narrators, dramatic irony, thematic patterning, etc, and also probably some books on the history of queer portrayals in the media, both in fiction and in marketing.

Lastly, if the show is causing you this must distress, you should log off tumblr.com and stop watching the show. Find a show that suits your needs better. They're out there. This one might not be for you.

#911 abc #buddie #media literacy #guys I'm really not the one who's going to sit here and coddle y'all to make you feel better about every little thing #either have some patience and some faith #or stop watching and come back in future once buddie goes canon #it'll probably be a shorter time than you think #bye #I'm so tiredt

[asmaticc]

Worthy

hobie x gn!reader

summary - Hobie and you are roommates, great friends, best friends even. You’ve always got each other’s backs. But one day, you start noticing how Hobie isn’t that energetic any more, how he starts to talk less, barely going out of his room.

**Hobie’s canon event

words - 2.0k

You met Hobie a few years back at the pub where he used to play with his band and you quickly became friends. Now, you two were the ‘partners in crime’ kind of thing, but still friends. One day, talking about finding a place for yourself, Hobie pointed out that he was also looking for one, but being London, it wasn’t that easy to find something that wasn’t extremely expensive, so you agreed to start looking for one together and be roommates.

It was a nice place, decorated with each other’s personality, you made it your home. And you two had your dates and one-night-stands sometimes there too. It’s not like it bothered any of you, there was nothing going on between you and Hobie, just two friends in their twenties living their life.

Of course you shared something special that only the two of you could understand, but that was because of so many years of knowing each other. You were in all his shows since day 1, went to every protest together, even got arrested together! That’s something people don’t have the pleasure to share with their loved ones, and that’s what made you inseparable (also the fact that you discovered he was spiderman). Without needing words, you knew how each other felt or were thinking, it was like a secret code you could only understand, and everybody was amused how you two were not together because you were clearly made for each other. 

And, obviously, you were too dumb to realize. Too focused on ‘live the moment’, no commitments, no serious relationships, just flowing while enjoying your liberty. Even though you also wanted to know what it is like to wake up in the arms of someone that bathed you in kisses, that liked you, that loved you, and that, for Hobie, wasn’t available knowing what his job was about. 

The days after you had a date or some fun with somebody were always quiet in the house. Hobie seemed to have something in mind that was eating him out, sad even. The same happened to you, but you didn’t talk about it, neither of you. 

Days passed by and you were closer with each other because of this lack of ‘love’, behaving like a couple, you just didn’t realize you already got each other.

And it all started to crumble as Hobie started to be more introverted. He didn’t talk that much anymore, he barely ate unless you were there with him, not even touching his guitar or putting on his suit. Everyday, the bags on his eyes grew bigger, you didn’t see him that much anymore, all day locked in his room. And you tried to talk to him, but silence was the only answer you received through the door, affecting you too. You needed your best friend, you needed your talks, you felt lonely, even though you were not alone, you needed back your stupid dances with Hobie in the kitchen, the nights of watching horror movies and laughing at how dumb the characters are, or the ones when he showed you a new song he was composing, the afternoons in the market doing groceries together, the mornings when you’ve been up all night and went to a cafe when the city was still quiet. You lost him gradually. It started a few months back, and you didn’t question it because Hobie always got better, everybody had their problems, right? But now you were trapped too.

It was 4 a.m, you’ve been rolling in your bed for an hour and a half by now. Everyday it gets more difficult to sleep, thoughts running through your mind a hundred miles per minute, wondering if this is it, if this is your life now and what’s gonna happen. Most of the time, Hobie was the protagonist of these thoughts, blaming you for not helping him sooner, for not realizing how bad he was getting. You missed how his arms felt around you when you fell asleep together, whether it was in your room, his, or the couch; it always made you relax, his touch, his voice, his eyes looking at you… 

You got out of bed and thought of walking through the house to get bored enough to be able to get some sleep. Standing right in front of Hobie’s room, memories invading your mind, and you noticed his door wasn’t fully closed, so you peeked in, finding the bed messed up, with his owner nowhere to be found, so you decided to go to the living room, hoping to find him there.

He was lying on the couch, hands covering his face and the only sound of his breathing. You watched him for what felt like hours, he seemed like he hadn’t slept for weeks; his face, illuminated by the moonlight and the city’s lights, looked exhausted. His eyes were teary, his lips sealed for a sob to not escape his mouth. You’d rather be stabbed to death than see him like this, what happened to him? to your Hobie…?

You moved slowly to his side, he looked at you for the first time in weeks, and you took his hand. He followed you instinctively, locking his eyes with yours, no idea where you were going. You guided him to your bed, where you two lay, still with piercing eyes trying to make him know that you were there for him, you felt his arms rounding your body and pulling you closer, hiding his face on your neck. Your hand caressed his chest, noticing how his heart slowly settled and his breathing relaxed. He was finally asleep, and you fell soon too.

You woke up first and noticed that Hobie was still sleeping. You moved a little to caress the arm that hugged you, making circles with your fingertips and watching his body tightening yours as he noticed your touch. You didn’t know why you did that last night, but it felt like the right thing. Not knowing how much time passed, Hobie started to move into your neck. A few sunlights escaping through the blinds illumined his face, which was now right in front of yours on the pillow. You looked at his face like you’ve never done before, analyzing every faction you thought you didn’t remember, running your fingers through his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his jaw.

“Hey” is the only thing that you could say. A smile decorated your lips as you saw him looking at you.

“Hey” he said back. His hand was caressing your back, fearing that you would leave.

“I missed you” and his face dropped a little, now avoiding your eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t… talk to you about what was going on… I thought… I thought that you didn’t want to”

“I… didn’t” he let out a heavy sigh “cause it was always the same”

“What is it, Hobie? You can tell me anything, you know that” you pulled your face closer to his, hand on his cheek running your thumb through it.

“It’s just… I was tired of doing the same thing over and over again… Nothing changed, ever. The same songs to play, the same days to do a show, the system always the same, catching the same bad guys…” you listened to him carefully “Everything except you felt… ordinary, a routine in which I was trapped, like I’ve been doing nothing… nothing changed” he paused “And I didn’t know what to do… so I quit”

“But what changed between… you and me?” you asked worried

“Nothing, and it was fine at first, but… I still felt like I didn’t belong… here”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…” he sighed and sat down on the bed, you imitated his movements. “Like I am not worthy of all… this” he pointed to himself “I just don’t know who I am anymore”

“Hobie…” you took his hands in yours, caressing them “do you want me to lie to you and tell you that it’ll pass or do you want me to tell you the truth?” you sought his gaze, making eye contact with him. He rolled his eyes like it was an obvious question “The truth, right?” he nodded slightly “Truth is… that this is how life works. It may be hard for you in moments like this, but this is what life is about, questioning if you are really doing something good” he looked away but you took him by the face and looked at his eyes.

“But am I worthy? Why did it have to be me and not… anyone else?” a tear went down his left cheek “Why me?”

“I think… fate put that spider in your way for something… maybe because it’s you. Even if it was just a mere coincidence or a mistake, you have done the impossible to make a name for yourself and fight for the people, because you care. Tell me something…” you cleaned his tear with your thumb “do you think you are Hobie Brown because you are Spiderman, or are you Spiderman because you are Hobie Brown? I already know the answer... but do you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he frowned.

“It means that you gotta find out who you really are… You are not your job, neither the clothes you wear or anything else. You are you, and you chose those things to represent you, but without them… are you still the same person? Do you still believe that the system must be changed?” you looked at him closely, watching him nod. “Then you know that you are the only one who can make this happen… the powers that spider gave you were only a nudge to do it”

“But what about…” he stroked your hands slightly.

“What, baby? Tell me”

“What about the people I love? What if something happens to them because of me?” his eyes were crystalized because of the tears he was holding “How am I supposed to live if you die because I couldn’t protect you…?” it sounded like a whisper, more like a question for himself than you.

“I don’t know… I really don’t know, but I guess you’ll get on with it” you hold his face in your hands “There’ll be people looking after you, i’m sure about that” you rested your forehead on Hobie’s “and I’ll be there always”

You stayed like that for a while, letting it sit in. There was no need of saying anything, he already knew the answers to his questions. But suddenly, he noticed something pressing his cheek… it was your lips. 

You slowly kissed his eyelids, his other cheek, his forehead and his nose, now making eye contact again, Hobie leaned to your lips and gave you a chaste kiss. You two were in shock, not knowing how to respond and feeling your faces get hot, but you leaned in softly, his hand reaching your neck to get you closer and joining your lips together again, this time until you couldn’t breathe. 

It was a careful kiss, your lips moved slowly into each other’s, not wanting to break it any time soon, it was like taking a weight off your shoulders you’ve been carrying for years, finally freed from it… it was the sign that Hobie needed to keep on.

“I love you” he said quietly while caressing your lower lip with his thumb.

“I know” you responded, pecking his finger and smiling at him.

Other works !!

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown angst #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown one shot #hobie brown x you #i havent seen anything of his canon event like this and i thought i might write something im sorry

[multifandomloverr]

aot boys - having a day off together

eren

eren would opt to sleep in and pull you back into bed, refusing to let you go if you tried to leave him. he’d mumble something about "letting the world wait" in your shoulder as he pulls you back under the covers, your back to his chest. before you came into his life, he would spend most of his days training, overwhelmed by the stress of having to be as strong and fit as possible to live up to everyone’s expectations of him. but being with you makes him feel at ease, and he’d gladly spend the day doing menial tasks like the laundry and the dishes with you, even if half the time you’re nagging at him for doing it wrong. sometimes you even remind him of carla, especially that one time you caught him slacking off and calling him out for lying by catching the redness of his ears.

armin

if you and armin aren’t hanging out in town with eren and mikasa, you’d be having a little picnic near one of the more secluded streams in the forest. you’d cloud watch, hear his stories about his parents (which took a while for him to open up about) and ponder what it would be like to experience the sea, the desert and everything in between, all while your fingers remain interlocked. he’d brush the hair off your face and smile at the sparkle in your eyes as you shared your thoughts, thinking to himself how much his parents would have loved you and feeling comforted, knowing he found his other half who’s just as curious about the world as he is.

jean

at your insistence, you’d drag jean back home to visit his mother, admiring her affection for him and mostly just wanting to be in a space where he grew up. after being fed a filling meal, the two of you would spend some time lying on the bed in his room (with the door cracked open slightly of course). he’d hold you close to his side, facing the ceiling with his head resting back on his forearm, sharing stories about his past and wondering about your future - how many kids you'd have, who would do what chore, etc. jean would realise you’d fallen asleep on his chest and smile, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead before laying the covers over you and drifting off. when you two finally wake up, indulge mama kirschtein with a dinner and get on your way, your arm is looped around his, as you slowly make your way back to the barracks.

reiner

since these days off don’t come often, he’d insist that you cook a meal for him, wanting to taste something you made specially for him. reiner would accompany you to the market, happy to be the carrier of your baskets and to charm the older shopkeepers into throwing in some extra ingredients (he just has a way with older people, especially the ladies). he’d lovingly watch you cook and be the most enthusiastic prep cook (though his large hands make it hard for him to finely chop anything). after complimenting your meal (good or bad), he’d insist on doing the dishes and give you a back rub for all your hard work. for all the weight on his shoulders, today was a respite and to him, a pipe dream of a life he felt he would never deserve.

bertholdt

bertholdt doesn’t really do much on days off, and the two of you would spend the day in his room. he’d be playing chess against himself, while you’d be curled on the bed, reading, sewing or just napping, lounging in one of his signature blue sweaters. in the evening, he’d accompany you to run your errands, be it getting new clothes from the market or spending time with the horses in the stables. he’d be content just being around you and letting you lead him wherever. if he remembers you liking a trinket from earlier, he’d surprise you with it after, or pick you a flower on your walks, thereafter getting shy and walking away hurriedly when you tease him about it.

levi

he used to spend his days off cleaning his quarters, in one part feeding his need for a dustless environment, but perhaps in another using the routine motions to distract himself from the never ending bloodshed and loss. now with you thrown into the mix, levi does still ensure his room is spotless, secretly happy for you to join him and fuel his distant dreams of a long domestic life with you. except instead of just polishing his blades and boots, now after the cleaning is done, he makes time to sit with you on the top of a building, with your head in his lap as he looks out at the night sky. you’d sit in silence with your fingers interlocked, as he holds your cheek gently and prays that one day all the nights could be like this one. he might even let a single tear drop, thinking about furlan and isabel, and how you would have loved them.

erwin

erwin hardly ever has days off, but when he does he loves staying in, curled up with a good book and you by his side. you’d both be on the couch, either with your legs draped over his lap or your head on his shoulder. it would be an afternoon of peaceful silence and at night, a casual dinner tucked in the corner of a small bar. he used to have these nights all the time with nile as a cadet, enjoying a pint or two together, but they became few and far between as the relationship strained. now with you, he got to make new memories and for a few hours, forget that he was commander of the scouts. it would follow with a quiet stroll on the way back to the compound as you both basked in the light buzz of the alcohol and the moonlight on your faces. he’d offer you his arm and you two would share your dreams about the future - since being in the scouts meant that everyday could be your last, these talks were almost a silent prayer that saying them out loud could somehow will them into existence someday.

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ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY 15

~ Meeting the Parents ~

Thank you for your patience. Get ready for some Awkward Rowan and some average editing because that's for people with better time management. Head to @rowaelinscourt for more Rowaelin month goodness,

The Sweetest Promise Masterlist

~~~~~

Aelin was hesitant to admit it, but she might have a new friend. On the way home from the gala she had been sussing out Sweet As Sugar, just see what happened next after her first successful date. Checking the page linking her and Rowan’s profiles there were a few prompts that led her through the process. There were questions that related directly to her date: was payment on time, was the information given accurate, did anything happen in his company that was not within policy. All Aelin could do was give him a raving review—Rowan had been a perfect gentleman and followed all the rules. The last was a simple query for her. Would she like to see him again? 

That was one she had to think about. Yes, Rowan had done everything right but he had very clearly stated that he was after a one time thing. He just needed her company for the gala, that was it. There was no indication that he was after anything else. On the other hand, he seemed like a decent guy and was nice enough, if not socially awkward to an extent. Would there be any harm in saying yes? If he didn’t want to see her again, all he had to do was not contact her. If he did want to, the extra money wouldn’t hurt. So once again, Aelin took that plunge and tapped through the request. 

Rowan’s reply hadn’t come through until she had finished showering and she was so ready to fall into bed that she almost missed it. He had said yes. 

Since then they had been on three ‘dates’. All had been Rowan taking her out to a fancy dinner where they ate and chatted about surface level stuff. Just asking about each other’s day or the food. Rowan really was fitting into the mildest of Sugar Daddy boxes. If he wasn’t so handsome Aelin might have reconsidered. The relief she’d felt when Rowan hadn’t turned out to be old was off the scale. 

On the first date after the gala Aelin had explained her reasoning of why she had decided to give being a sugar baby a go. The conversation had been dragging and Aelin was looking for anything to bring it back up to speed. Of course, the first thing Aelin had done waking up the morning after the gala was to Google Rowan Whitethorn. Turned out he was some big hotshot corporate lawyer who had a cold and efficient reputation. He could throw down verbally in a courtroom, but couldn’t carry a conversation over dinner. So she explained how this stunt was supposed to support her through the rest of her university degree. Rowan commended her for her resourcefulness, and she still couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, and agreed on a weekly arrangement to keep her funds up. They’d even agreed on a pay rise now that Aelin was past the beginners stage. 

Although, tonight a message hadn’t come through today so Aelin started looking at other plans. She guessed he was busy and he’d request another meeting. There were night markets on in one of the larger parks in the city and she was determined to go. Aelin hadn’t found anyone to go with. She had thought of seeing if Kaltain wanted to go, but the chances of her being home on a Friday night were slim. Going by herself wasn’t that big of a deal. People watching was a hobby of hers. 

5 o’clock rolled around and Aelin decided it was time to get ready. She’d catch a tram into the city so she’d need to give herself time to get there. The weather was mild so she opted for jeans and a nice t-shirt, adding a light jacket for when the sun went down and the air got a bit cooler. She was going through the list of memes her friend Elide had sent her when another notification popped up on her screen. It was from Rowan, he wanted to see her tonight. 

He’d booked a table at some restaurant uptown, and Aelin literally tipped her head back and disappointment flooded her. Another stuffy restaurant? She’d rather not. The last two had allowed her to eat delicious food but she’d also been too frightened to raise her voice above a loud whisper lest she disturb the ambiance. Aelin had been looking forward to a casual evening out, where people were loud and they laughed. She was well within her rights to say no but she also wanted the money. 

There was an alternative and the worst that could happen was Rowan saying no. He was supplying the money, he had final say. Opening the chat Aelin didn’t hesitate before letting him know exactly what she wanted to do. 

>> Counter offer. I want to go to the food markets in Sandstone Park tonight. Want to do that instead?

It was no big deal, the markets would on tomorrow as well, so if Rowan wasn’t keen to change his plans that would be fine. They were on friendly enough terms that this wouldn’t be a huge drama. He did seem uptight enough that he would stick to his guns though. Thems were the breaks of Aelin’s new profession. That thought made her laugh. Being a sugar baby was by no means a career goal for her. It was currently a means to an end, nothing more. Aelin wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted to do once she had finished her degree. She could become a concert pianist or maybe teaching was in her future. Whatever it was, she’d figure it out once her thesis was no longer rattling every brain cell she had inside her head. 

The phone in her hand pinged and Aelin looked down. 

<< That sounds great. 

Aelin gave an excited squeal, dancing on the spot. It seemed she was wrong about Mr Rowan Whitethorn, he may not be as uptight as she thought. It didn’t take long for her to finish getting ready, declining his offer of an Uber and walked down to the tram station around the block. After a few minutes one pulled up and Aelin crammed in with the rest of the passengers. 

The city had that end of week buzz where everyone was excited for the weekend. Aelin was undoubtedly going to spend a good chunk of her time working on her thesis, but she was looking forward to a brain break tonight. 

Aelin swayed with the movements of the tram, catching snippets of conversation around her. Doranelle was just like any other city, full of people and hustle and bustle. It made Aelin feel a little less out of place and despite the different buildings and climate if she closed her eyes it was almost like she was back in Orynth. Her bouts of homesickness never lasted long. Thank the gods for technology—her friends and family were just a phone call away. 

The tram announced her stop and Aelin darted out the doors. A few last glimmers of sunlight were reflecting off the windows of the higher buildings. It wouldn’t be long until the city went dark and the night took over. Sandstone Park was a short walk away and rounding a corner the markets came into Aelin’s view. There were a variety of tents and vans, some vendors just had tables. As she crossed the final road the smells of all the foods on offer wafted over on a breeze. Thanks to her benefactor she was no longer surviving on instant noodles and had plenty of snacks to keep her going. She wasn’t hungry, but still her stomach grumbled. 

She weaved her way through the crowds, glancing around at what was on offer. Even though she was sorely tempted, Aelin held off on making any purchases and decided to wait for her date. Fairy lights were hung up in low branches of a gigantic oak to create a dining area with numerous tables set up beneath it. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and sent off a quick message. 

>> I’m under the big, old oak

People came and went with plates of food while Aelin waited. She kept an eye out for Rowan, and before too long she spotted his silver-haired head weaving through the crowd. His overall handsomeness still made her pause. This man seemed to have it all, good looks, money, a stable job. She supposed the consequence for his success was the reason for their situation. Something just wasn’t quite there personality wise. Tonight he had forgone his usual suit and tie get up and had dressed down. Rowan wore dark chinos and a light sweater on top. It was… different, and not in a bad way. 

He glanced over the crowd, no doubt looking for her. When he was looking in Aelin’s direction she gave him a wave to catch his attention. Rowan saw her, and made his way over. 

“Good evening,” Aelin said cheerily when Rowan was close enough. 

“Hey. This is…” he paused to look around, “busy.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Aelin asked.

Rowan shrugged a shoulder. “It’s different.”

“Have you not been to one of these before?” 

“Years ago, I haven’t really had the chance recently,” Rowan explained. 

Aelin was too impatient to continue with the small talk, they could do that with plates of food in front of them. “Shall we?”

They did a loop of the stalls together, just commenting on potential food choices and not much else. Then Aelin suggested that they split up and meet back under the oak. She headed straight to the vendor with fried wild picked mushrooms, served with a flat bread, and then to another to pick up a fragrant rice dish. That was all rounded out with a box of chocolate truffle selections. Rowan was waiting for her, all the tables with chairs were taken so he’d claimed a standing one instead. 

“Are you on a budget tonight?” Aelin asked, eyeing his plate while she put hers next to it. All that was on it were a variety of meats on wooden sticks, plus a salad in a paper side bowl.

Rowan looked confused. “Why do you say that?”

“Just not much variety,” Aelin said. 

“This is all I wanted,” he said simply.

Aelin was too hungry and just left it at that. Despite what Rowan said, they shared everything. It was delicious, even the meat skewers. What kept Aelin entertained through dinner was asking Rowan questions. She had vowed to make a friend out of him, if this was the painful road to it, so be it. 

“Favourite colour?” Aelin asked, loading up a slice of bread with mushrooms. They’d already been over childhood pets, school experiences and the like. Rowan’s answers had all been succinct and to the point, no reason to fluff up his words. This was probably why he made such a good lawyer. 

“Green.” Then he turned it on her. “Yours?”

“Hmm,” Aelin did have to think for a moment. “For years I tried to convince myself it was blue, but I always came back around to red. Favourite food?”

Rowan laughed under his breath and shook his head. “You’re relentless.”

“I don’t see the harm in knowing each other better considering the situation. We can be friends, you know,” Aelin said.

“A friend who I pay to spend time with.”

The dry but slightly humoured way he said the words had Aelin choking on her mouthful with a sudden laugh. “Well, it sounds bad when you put it that way.”

“There’s absolutely no way to put it that it doesn’t sound bad, Celaena,” Rowan said, his mouth trying to fight a smile and failing. 

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” Aelin poked some of her food around the plate before she glanced up to throw the final blow. “I think you’re just lazy.”

At Rowan’s indignant noise, a wide grin was spreading across Aelin’s face. For a moment he looked at her with narrowed eyes but then that smile he had been fighting won. He was about to say something when he cut himself off.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling out his phone. “This should just take me a minute.”

Aelin left him to it, picking at what food was left. Rowan was just texting away so she decided to look around again. There were all kinds of people out tonight, couples, families, loud and obnoxious groups of friends. It was nice to get out every once and a while to see that despite being holed up in her room or corners of the library at the university, the world still went on. 

“Celaena?”

It was clear that Rowan had said that name more than once, and she hadn’t responded. She’d made it up to give herself some protection but it was increasingly seeming pointless and precarious. 

“Yes, sorry,” she said. 

“I was just going to ask if you wanted a drink,” Rowan explained.

“Oh, yes please.”

He nodded and then left. Aelin watched him go and contemplated a few things. Celaena had been a precaution, she hadn’t been keen to give random strangers on the internet her real name. But now, with how decent Rowan was, she wasn’t really seeing the point anymore. In the spirit of true friendship, that would be the first thing on her list she would rectify. Rowan came back a few minutes later, two cups in hand. 

“What’s this?” She asked as Rowan put a cup in front of her. 

“Old fashioned lemonade,” Rowan said just before taking a sip. 

The words were out of Aelin’s mouth before she could think better of it. “How old are you?”

“I’m 32,” Rowan supplied. “Does this lemonade mean I’m old?”

“Ah, well,” Aelin hedged. “I guess I was just expecting something else.” Maybe something a little stronger.

“How old did you think I was?” Rowan asked, leaning on the table. The gesture accentuated his broad shoulders. 

“Originally, old,” she laughed a little remembering how his blurred profile picture had done him no favours. “Very old. But not ancient, even if your social skills suggest otherwise.”

Rowan laughed, maybe one of the first true laughs she’d managed to weasel out of him. “You’re just being mean.”

Aelin laughed too. “It’s better you know that now.”

For a while they just stood there, basking in the mutual humour. Then Rowan said, “It’s meat on a stick, by the way.”

“What?” Aelin was entirely lost. 

“My favourite food, you asked.”

“Ohhh.” Aelin’s mind caught up with her. “Guess that explains dinner. Speaking of, I got dessert.”

Aelin opened the box of truffles but Rowan made no move to pick one. 

“I don’t mind which you take, just not that one,” she pointed to the one on the end. “That’s choc-hazelnut. That’s my favourite.”

“You can have all of them,” Rowan said. 

“Gods, are you allergic?” That was cause for some panic. 

Rowan just shook his head. “I just don’t like sweets.”

“You what?” Aelin had nearly yelled the words, drawing a few curious looks. When the insane man in front of her just shrugged she just shook her head. “And to think, I was going to share a secret with you.”

He gave her a look full of curiosity. “A secret?”

“I guess because you’ve paid I owe you something,” Aelin said, making sure to add enough flair to create some drama. “It may surprise you to know that my real name isn’t Celaena. It’s Aelin. I thought it safer to use a false name but since we are to be friends.”

There was an offer there, she hoped Rowan took it. 

“That’s smart,” Rowan said. “And as your friend, I thank you for telling me.”

Aelin took a sip of her lemonade, noting how tasty it actually was. “I may rescind my friendship due to the lack of sweets thing. That’s just unnatural.”

“I stand by what I said,” Rowan said. “Mean.”

Aelin was grinning, Rowan was too and she was about to start on path to at least making him try one when they were interrupted. 

There was a bright and cheerful, “Hello,” and Aelin was sure she had never seen dread take over a man so quickly.

~~~~~

This was what a heart attack felt like, Rowan was sure of it. He recognised that voice and he had no idea what ill luck he deserved for this to happen. Turning his head just a little, Rowan found his mother standing there, her hazel eyes reading far too much into the situation. Rowan knew what this looked like, but that was so far from the truth it wasn’t funny. 

“Mam,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“Your father and I are on our way to see a show and we thought we’d take a walk through the park,” his mother said. 

Shit. His father was here too. 

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?” 

Every implication of that word came through loud and clear. She thought this was a date, it looked like a date. But it wasn’t, it really wasn’t.

“Cel—Aelin,” Rowan kicked himself over the stumbling. He couldn’t really be blamed; he'd just learned Aelin’s name less than five minutes ago. “This is my mother Iris.”

Rowan had watched the woman in front of him damn near charm the pants off an entire ballroom, and right now was no different. She smiled, something softer than the one she’d been wearing when she teased him all night, and extended her hand. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Aelin said. 

“Likewise,” Iris gave Rowan a sly smile. 

In that moment he had a sickening thought as to how well these women would get on. He’d never have a moment’s peace if they got started on him. 

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment,” Aelin said. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Rowan watched as his mother tracked Aelin as she left. He could only imagine the thoughts going through her head. The loudest of which he could almost hear, it had something to do with how beautiful the grandchildren would be. 

“Do you have something to tell me, son?” Iris asked. 

If that wasn’t a loaded question. “No. Aelin is just a friend.” Who I’m paying to spend time with because I’m a lonely bastard with awful social skills. 

“I see,” Iris said. It was clear she didn’t believe him. 

“Rowan. What a surprise,” a male voice said. 

“Hi, Dad.”

“Oh, Evander. You have to meet Rowan’s new friend,” Iris said as she hooked a hand on her husband’s elbow. 

“A friend?” Evander said, brows high. 

“Yes a friend,” Iris reiterated.

“Stop saying friend like that. You two need to calm down,” Rowan told them. “Aelin is just that.”

“That’s a pretty name,” Evander said.

Iris nodded. “She’s very pretty too. Beautiful. Rowan has good choice in his friends.”

“Hellas save me,” Rowan muttered under his breath. He did not need his family meddling in this situation. 

Aelin returned and he didn’t miss the way that his parents’ faces lit up. 

“Hello,” Aelin directed at Evander. “Dad, I’m assuming.”

“You’ve assumed right,” Evander said. “And you’re…”

“Aelin, this is Aelin,” Iris said, far too gleefully. 

For a millisecond Aelin looked confused, and then realisation lit up her face. Rowan felt like had the distinct feeling that he was in danger. Tonight had made it more than clear that Aelin was finding joy teasing him, gods knew what she’d be able to accomplish if left alone with his parents for five minutes. 

“How did you two meet?” His mother asked, no hesitation or shame. 

“Um,” Aelin said, and she couldn’t help but smile. “The circumstances were pretty interesting.”

Rowan needed to think of an answer, and fast. “Work event.”

Iris sighed. “Trust my son to be so concise.”

“Oh, so he’s like that with everyone?”

The women laughed at his expense and Rowan let it happen. It was better than the alternative. He would rather this old oak give up the ghost and fall on him than admit to being Aelin’s sugar daddy. There were a few reasons why he kept up the dates with Aelin, he hadn’t been lying when he said he wanted to keep helping her out. But the other side of it was that he enjoyed her company, and it was so easy to spend time with her. There were no expectations. And when she had mentioned being friends tonight he’d worked hard to not show just how eager he was for that. 

“I know you’d love to stay and chat,” Rowan cut in. “But don’t you have a show to get to?”

His father checked his watch. “I’m sorry to say, but Rowan’s right. Nice to meet you, Aelin. I hope we can meet again soon.”

“Have a good night,” Iris added. “Don’t have too much fun.”

The wink Iris gave the two of them suggested that they in fact have all the fun they wanted. 

“Bye,” Aelin said to the both of them. 

Rowan added his goodbyes and he breathed a sigh of relief when he and Aelin were left alone again. She immediately started laughing. 

“Dodged a bullet there.”

The chuckle that escaped Rowan was half nerves. “You can say that again.”

“Your parents seem lovely,” Aelin added once her laughing stopped. “Your mother seemed very excited. Like it’s been a while since you’ve been giving out this kind of attention.”

Aelin didn’t know how right she was. “You could say that.”

Rowan thought he was in for it, but surprisingly he was shown some mercy. 

“I guess we can save that discussion for another time,” Aelin said. Then she piled up their used plates. “So, what should we do next?”

They ended up at an art gallery not too far away from the markets, and they spent some time browsing the displays. They kept the chit-chat art focused and their evening together seemed to wind down on its own. Rowan did the gentlemanly thing and walked Aelin to the nearest tram station. They waited for the traffic to stop just across the road.

“Until next week then?” Aelin said, giving him a smile. 

Rowan nodded. “Until next week, Aelin.”

Her smile grew just a little wider when he said her name, and then she was waving at him as she crossed the road as the pedestrian light changed to green. Rowan gave a short wave back and watched until Aelin was out of sight. He tried to deny it, but next week couldn’t come soon enough.

~~~~~

One day soon I'll get the time to play with taglists again

#the sweetest promise #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin month 2023

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Though I Have Never Read It (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2336

Warnings: Mild angst, self-doubt

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

Though I Have Never Read It Masterlist

"Is it wake up time, yet?" A small voice whispers in your face. 

You groan as you peek out of one eye at the clock to read 6:14 a.m. You reach for Eva and pull her into your arms, "Technically, yes, but don't you want to sleep in? We can just lay in bed all day."

"Nooooooo..." the little girl huffs as she wiggles in your arms, "I want to go to the park!"

You laugh, "It's still a little early for that. Let's get some breakfast and then we can get ready."

"Yay!" Eva squeals as she scoots out of the bed. You test her patience by taking "so long" to get up and head to the kitchen. You make breakfast, get ready for the day, and are just leaving for the park when you run into Wanda.

"Miss Wanda!" Eva greets.

"Hello Eva. What are you up to today?" Wanda smiles. 

"We're going to the park. What are you doing?"

"I was going on a walk but the park sounds like so much more fun. Can I come with you?" Wanda glances up to you. 

"That would be nice," you smile at her. 

"Yay!" Eva squeals, grabbing Wanda's hand to pull her into the elevator. 

"Thanks," Wanda says to you. 

"Of course. It's sweet of you to join us," you say, feeling a little nervous. You don't know the other woman well. Really you didn't know any of the other residents very well, you kept to yourself mostly. They were all kind and courteous to you but you weren't really part of the team. You were separate and didn't want to push in where you didn't belong. It was kind of the story of your life. Always on the edge of things. 

"There's a market at the park today. I was going to get some fresh bread and fruit," you attempt to make conversation.

"I wonder if any of the stalls will have local honey,” Wanda muses. 

“There is a farm that sells honey and beeswax products like candles.”

“Miss Wanda! Will you push me on the swing?” Eva pipes up, having let the adults talk long enough. 

“Of course!” Wanda enthuses. 

The beautiful weather had the park bustling. There were people playing football, others biking,  children on the playground, and even a photographer taking photos of a couple. Wanda stuck by Eva, pushing her on the swing, watching her attempt the monkey bars, and even going down the slide with her until Eva met two other little girls and got caught up in a game with them. 

“She’s a great kid,” Wanda smiles as she sits beside you on the bench you had found. 

“Mark has done an amazing job with her,” you smile as you watch Eva giggle with the other children. 

“So have you.”

“Thanks. She’s one of the great joys of my life,” you say. 

Wanda smiles wistfully as she watches her, “I can understand that. Can… can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you look at her curiously. 

“Is she why you keep your distance from us?” Wanda asks carefully. 

“Oh, um… she’s one of the reasons. I mean, I doubt anyone really wants a six year old running around the compound like she owns it, so we keep to ourselves,” you explain.

“Everyone adores her. No one would mind if she was around. What about the rest of the time?”

“The rest of the time?”

“You spend very little time in the common rooms. You never come to team dinners. You seem to avoid most of us when it’s not work related,” Wanda pushes.

“I’m not really part of the team. I’m not an Avenger, I’m auxiliary. I don’t want to intrude,” you shrug. 

“But you are part of the team. You’re an important part of it. You may not fight in the field with us but you make sure we’re ready to. Tony says you’re one of the most brilliant engineers he’s ever seen. We’re lucky to have you.”

You stare at Wanda for a moment, “Wow, thank you. I appreciate you saying that.”

“It’s the truth. We’re having a team dinner Tuesday night. You should join us,” Wanda invites.

“Oh, um, I’ll think about it,” you demure. Glancing around for Eva, you notice that her two little friends were saying goodbye and decided it was a good time to extricate her from the playground. “Come on, Eva Diva. It’s time to go to the market. We want to get there before all the good stuff is gone.”

“No, I’m not ready yet! I need to go down the slide again!” Eva runs towards the steps. 

“One more and then we go!” you call to her. She goes down the slide and immediately rounds it to run up again. “Evangeline Grace!”

The sound of her first and middle name stops her in her tracks. She turns around and trudges toward you with a groan, “Can we come back?”

“Another day, yes,” you reassure her. 

“Fiiiine,” she whines. 

Laughing, you pick her up and throw her over your shoulder. You bounce her up and down as you make your way towards the farmer’s market at the other side of the park, “Well, Wanda, at least I found this sack of potatoes.”

“I’m not potatoes!” Eva giggles. 

“These potatoes will make a great dinner!” Wanda teases, tickling Eva’s sides. 

Eva squeals and giggles even more. You put her down after another minute and take her hand. At the market, you visit several of the stalls. One has a basket maker twisting vines into different shaped baskets as you watch. Choosing a large round one from the array, you happily visit other stalls to fill it with bounty. You and Wanda both purchase bottles of honey from one stall, fresh baked bread from another, and blueberries, blackberries, onions, cabbage, and cherry tomatoes from the farmstand. Wanda finds a necklace at another craft stall and Eva asks politely for a cookie from a display of delicious baked goods. Your basket is nearly overflowing as you all make your way back to the compound. 

“That was great. I’ve never been to the farmer’s market here before,” Wanda smiles. “I hope you’ll invite me the next time you go.”

“Of course. I go almost every Saturday. You’re always welcome.”

“Just like you are for team dinners,” Wanda raises an eyebrow at you. 

You nod with a smile knowing you’ve made a new friend. 

–

The next morning, Eva sat coloring at the kitchen counter as you chopped the cabbage and onions you had bought the day before. You piled the chopped vegetables into a slow cooker with some sliced smoked sausage, vegetable stock, and seasonings. 

“I don’t like that,” Eva frowns as she eyes the food. 

“You have nothing to worry over, diva. This is gonna cook all day and by the time it's ready to eat, you will be safely home with your dad for Sunday night pizza,” you reassure. 

“Yay,” Eva says, going back to her coloring book. 

You chuckle as you set the slow cooker to cook on low. This would be meals for you for several days this week. You watch her for a moment, a look of concentration on her little face as she tries to color inside the lines. It tugs on your heart as you recognize the set of the chin and the way she holds her mouth. When she finishes, you ask her, “What do you want to do today?”

“Can we go to the jumpy place?” Eva asks with a hopeful look. 

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” You had purchased a membership to the indoor trampoline park after her first visit. It was a great way to entertain her and use up some of that excess energy. 

After a companionable afternoon, you dropped her off at Mark’s and spent some time catching up with him. When he told Eva to go play in her room for a bit, your stomach knotted as you watched him rub his neck with a nervous smile before beginning. He was starting to date someone a little more seriously and was considering introducing Eva to her. Your heart hurt as he told you about it and you knew this was just as uncomfortable for him. You had told yourself that when this time came, you would be as gracious as you could be. So, taking a deep breath, you put a hand on his arm, pasted on a smile, and told him you were happy for him. You were, but it still sucked. 

Back at the compound, you grabbed your containers to portion out the sausage and cabbage for the week. You were almost done when you heard two voices coming your way. Looking up, you see Steve and Bucky and give a shy smile, “Hey guys.”

“Hey. How’s it going?” Steve says but then stops suddenly to sniff the air, “Is that cabbage?”

“Yeah. Sorry for the smell,” you reply, feeling embarrassment creep up. 

“No, it smells like our childhood,” Bucky looks to Steve for confirmation. 

“Exactly. My mom used to make cabbage with slices of sausage in it. We had that a lot when we were kids. It was always a favorite despite the smells it produces,” Steve smiles, but there is a mischievous grin exchanged between the two. 

After a second, you crack up, “Oh, man. Boys are the same about some things throughout the ages apparently.”

Bucky and Steve stare at you in shock for a second before cracking up. 

“I’m sure it won’t quite measure up to your mom’s but would you guys like some? I made plenty,” you ask. 

“Uh, yeah. That would be great. Thanks, doll,” Bucky answers after a quick glance at Steve. 

“Of course. I’ll make you both a bowl.”

“You’ll eat with us, won’t you?” Bucky looks up hopefully. 

“Um, sure,” you dish up their bowls and tell them, “Come to the table.”

 Bucky stops suddenly and stares at you, a sense of deja vu having come over him. He concentrates on the moment, trying to grasp something just beyond his reach. A moment lost in time. 

“Buck?” Steve pulls him out of his reverie. Bucky looks up to see you and Steve staring curiously. 

“Uh, sorry. This looks great. Thanks,” Bucky mumbles sheepishly as he sits down. 

“You’re welcome,” you smile politely. 

“How are things in the hangar?” Steve attempts to engage you in conversation. 

“Great. Everything is in tiptop shape for the mission next week,” you reassure. 

“Do you mind me asking how you came to work for Tony?”

“No. Tony was a friend of my family. I, um, had some issues with a person, a family, that Tony was more than familiar with and he helped me. During that time he saw my expertise put to use and offered me a job afterwards,” you shrug, feeling as if even that little bit had revealed too much. You didn’t really want to dwell on your past. 

“That sounds like it was rough,” Bucky says. 

You just give a small nod before changing the subject, “I’ve really enjoyed the work. I was very excited when I was offered the position here. It’s been challenging but incredibly gratifying.”

“We’re grateful you chose to join us. And having Eva around is great entertainment.”

“Yeah, that kid is hilarious,” Bucky agrees.

“Really? It doesn’t bother you guys?” You ask, wanting reassurance. 

“No. She’s great,” Steve smiles as Bucky nods in agreement. 

“Thanks for saying that. It was one of my biggest concerns before taking the job,” you smile. 

“You’ve done a great job raising her,” Steve compliments. 

“How old is she again?” Bucky asks. 

“She’s six. Mark has done most of the raising. He’s a really great dad. I’m grateful he’s so generous with allowing me to- Oh!,” your phone rings and you look down at the name flashing across the screen, “Speaking of. I’m sorry, excuse me. Hey Mark.”

“Hey, listen I am so sorry to ask this but one of my coworkers had a death in the family and now I have to go on the trip they were supposed to go on this week. I’d ask my mom but she broke her foot last week and I don’t wanna put that on her. Is there any way you could take Eva? It’d be Wednesday through Friday.”

“Of course, I can. I’ll make it work. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re the best. I’ll take her to school that morning and then you can pick her up from there,” Mark plans.

“Sounds good. I’ll take care of everything. Have a safe trip.”

“Thanks again. You’re the best!”

“No worries. Talk to you later,” you end the call and turn back to your dinner. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem. So more time with Eva?” Bucky smiles. 

“Yeah, Mark is having to go on a business trip,” you smile. 

“You two have a great relationship,” Steve says. 

“He’s a great guy. I-”

“Hey guys!” Sam and Natasha walk into the room. “I thought team dinner was Monday night.”

“Tuesday night,” Steve corrects. 

“Is that greens?” Sam asks with a raised eyebrow as he looks in your bowl. 

“Cabbage,” Steve corrects. 

“Ugh, glad I don’t share a room with any of you,” Sam laughs at his own joke. 

“Gross,” Natasha scoffs a laugh.

“See, guys through the ages,” you laugh with Steve and Bucky as Sam and Natasha look confused. Steve explained as they made themselves some food and joined the three of you at the table. You felt a little awkward at first, but they kept you in the conversation and by the time you finished your food, you were actually enjoying the camaraderie. It was nice to feel like part of the little family they had built within the walls of the compound. As you walk to your room alone later that night, you realize Wanda was right. You are a part of this team, even if you aren’t an Avenger.

Part Five

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[the5n00k]

M*A*S*H and the power of pure unadulterated sorrow

(this series is marketed primarily as a comedy! :D what a scam! /hj)

⚠️long post⚠️

I want to point out one of my favorite aspects of this series which is how different it presents its drama compared to other shows marketed as dramas that I've seen. ESPECIALLY modern film

The last movie I can remember portraying this sheer level of raw grief and despair was Hereditary. Such a powerful film about how grief can tear a family apart, it's honestly uncomfortable to sit through because of how well written and acted some of the scenes with the family are. And that's the point; tragedy isn't pretty. So many times you will see characters die on screen and the actors around them reacting to it with a single tear or burying their face into their stone cold main protagonist's shoulder. I have been craving that Hereditary level of despair from something for a long time now. That raw emotional breakdown that completely shatters the mask of a usually well put together facade.

Then my friends recommended M*A*S*H to me.

Yes you can make all the "crying breakfast friends" jokes you want about how often I latch onto a heart wrenching emotional moment in a show but I can't help it when it's so well executed. I can see a million silly Disney sidekicks die and feel nothing but this show has made me cry even on rewatch. And that is RARE for me, usually it's a one and done thing but this show still manages to tear me to pieces.

Not saying the show doesn't have any fun in it, of course it does, that's how the emotional moments hit harder. If you never saw the characters at their highest highs, seeing them at their lowest would just become numbing and unengaging.

Spoilers ahead obviously, I'm going to be talking about a lot of really important character moments throughout the show please if you are at all interested watch the show and come back. It's 11 seasons but it's well worth your time

Something that has always been powerful to me has been grown men crying. Perhaps it's because I never really had a good emotional connection with any men in my life and always saw them as stronger (emotionally) than someone who is erratically emotional like myself. Especially during the timeframe this is set (the 50's) and shot in (70's-80's) I was not anticipating the level of raw acting talent from the guys in this show. Especially once you get past season 4 and shit really starts hitting the fan

To see these grown men who take so much pride in their important positions as doctors and men and who they are just break down weeping like a scared child. It never ceased to break something in me. I cried the hardest at the amnesiac soldier who lost his brother (FANTASTIC scene it should have won 60 awards) but the two characters that have always stood out to me with this particular subject have been Hawkeye and BJ

Clearly if you've watched the entire show you understand what I'm talking about and obviously the other cast members have their moments (Winchester my beloved one day I will put you under a microscope and pick you apart) but for this subject, I'm going to use the two of them as examples because I consider these moments the most prominent to me personally

I'll start with BJ because there's a lot to unpack with him and simultaneously not a lot at the same time. Because he's so closed off and disconnected from most things happening all the time, choosing to opt out of anything whenever he can unless provoked, characters don't really know that much about him. As an audience, you're forced to pick apart his little mannerisms and priorities to see where his head's at. Some people might not like that but frankly I love it. He's a simple character on the surface but underneath, he's a terrified father and husband trying to keep his head down long enough to snap out of the nightmare that is war and wake up at home. I relate to him in that way, just trying to stay in my own corner and occupy myself until I have to wake up and do it all over again. Coping with the monotony is slowly driving him crazy

Then in Period of Adjustment, he gets a letter from his wife about how she and their daughter Erin saw Radar at the airport when he got sent home. And his thin thread of stability finally snaps. He's pissy for the entire day and doesn't want to tell anyone why, he'd rather just go through the motions and repress it just like everything else. But it keeps outwardly affecting everything around him whether he likes it or not. Then, at his lowest, he physically assaults his best friend in their own tent and destroys their only lifeline, the still they use to (poorly) make gin, and runs out.

After getting so intoxicated he can't stand up, Hawkeye finally finds him again and laughs that he's wearing a helmet to see him, still trying to make light of how much he's suffering. He tells him he's sorry for punching him and Hawkeye sits down with him. He finally is completely and truly honest for probably the only time in the entire series. He is completely vulnerable and open and tells him what's been bothering him. His infant daughter mistakenly called Radar her dad. The first person she ever called dad wasn't him. And he breaks down. He barely got to see her when she was born before he got drafted, he missed so many milestones of parenthood with her already and she ends up calling someone else dad. BJ tells Hawkeye he is furious at Radar and knows it's not his fault but he's still jealous. He even mentions how he's envious of Trapper, Hawkeye's old bunkmate from before he got there, which is still a huge sore point for him because of how abrupt his departure was. But he doesn't reprimand him for speaking badly about two people he'd considered close friends. He holds him closer and lets him cry. This isn't a single tear cry, this is a full vulnerability twisted face cry of pure pain. He can't say anything to ease the pain either, nothing he could say right now could help his friend. He just has to let him work through it.

They rebuilt the still together but BJ still remains broken. This is sort of touched on in Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen when he tries to get sent home before Erin's second birthday and misses it. It's not held on but you can obviously tell that he's still barely holding onto mental stability whenever he brings up his family. If you go into this series thinking every conflict has a resolution or closure of some kind I have bad news for you lol it's safe to assume when he went home, there was a rough adjustment period reclaiming his place in the house since Peg took on so much responsibility by herself but we don't really know what happened after everyone went home.

My next example is from Bless You, Hawkeye and I always rag on this episode with my friends but the scene between him and Sidney physically shook me. Everybody probably talks about That One Scene with Hawkeye and Sidney from GFA so I'll refrain from using it as an example here, I think this one is more appropriate for the point I'm trying to make anyways.

Hawkeye has never been mature. At all. His entire character is built on being obnoxious and causing trouble. Unlike BJ, he will share nearly anything about him when asked. Except when it's serious.

In comes everyone's favorite coping mechanism, ✨ unconscious repression! ✨

Again, a part of his character that got used again in GFA, whenever something upsets him in a way he can't manage, he buries it. He rewrites the memory into something happy or positive. So when a wounded soldier soaked in dirty water smelling of mold and musty clothing triggered a psychosomatic response, nobody knew why.

Processing scenes like this is something I remember so vividly from my first watch. Seeing all the pieces fall into place until that sinking feeling fills you is something this show is so good at.

Hawkeye starts talking to Sidney about something from his childhood; being out on a lake with his cousin Billy when he was seven. He claims Billy saved his life by pulling him out of the water but the more he talks, the more his story changes. It gets to a point where even he realizes he wasn't saved. He was pushed. Billy had to have been around 13 at the time, old enough to know how mean pulling something like that is. The way he admits it is when the gravity really sank in for me. His voice breaks, he starts loudly and violently sobbing like a scared child, he's probably been holding in this breakdown for 20ish years. In any other show, I could see them trying to play this for laughs. Oh Hawkeye, you shouldn't be so upset by a silly prank from when you were a kid! Look at this grown man break down! What a baby! But they don't treat it like that. It's treated completely seriously, it's allowed to play out and he slowly works through grief for someone he idolized in his childhood, anger, and acknowledgement. It was a permanent scar that wasn't allowed to heal.

This wasn't the first time in the series Hawkeye has cried but it was the first time he truly let it out. Every other time he knew he'd have to pick himself up, dust himself off, and keep going. I'm not certain if he properly processed anything he went through in Korea because he kept (pardon my language here) drowning himself in alcohol and burying himself in work and antics. So his eventual breakdown just. Getting it all out in one gutteral, primal cry, borderline screaming was cathartic for both him as a character and myself personally. Very rarely do I ever get a moment to have an emotional release like this so I also bury myself further into my job and hobbies until I can't feel what's bothering me anymore. His man's father better have booked him therapy when he got home because I know for damn sure this jackass won't do it himself

Overall, I'll say it again, the actors in this show are insane. None of the emotions felt cheap and the way the characters are written feels accurate to how most people approached the horrors of war and the mental health crises that followed. I'm so happy this show exists. I'm a little disappointed in myself that it's taken me this long to give it a chance but I love it nonetheless. I'll make a post about the characters specifically sometime like I said I would, I just want to make sure I do everyone justice and I'm not just repeating what everyone already knows. I want to add to this wonderful community that I'm happy to see is still active on this app/site and I hope you all enjoy my ramblings lmao there is more where this came from

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[dovekissed]

GENERAL YAN!KAZUHA HEADCANONS! *reposted from old blog

ah, kazuha… such a gentle, wounded soul… it’s hard to imagine him wanting to do anything objectionable to anyone, to harm anyone that isn’t his allies’ enemy. but you… you’ve changed that.

when he falls for you, it’s nearly immediate. you’re beautiful through and through, inside and out, that much he knows, even after one simple glance. thousands of poems rush through his mind, and he knows he has to have you as his own.

if he harbours any unhealthy feelings towards you, you won’t know it at first. he’s as kind as always, holding doors open for you, cooking you meals, offering to help you with your tasks; it’s all normal, albeit a bit flirtatious if you look hard enough. but still normal. it’s just kazuha, after all! he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

kazuha is someone who strongly believes in freedom, to not being held down by anything or anyone, but… why is it that when he sees you, he wants to lock you up where no one else can see you, where no one else can touch you? really, what gives? what on earth are you doing to him?

but he won’t. not in the beginning, anyway. though time is always ticking and he’s growing more impatient and unwilling to wait for you to accept your feelings on your own.

kazuha is quite keen on watching you in silence, just admiring your movements and visage as you go about your days. he won’t do anything, of course, he just likes to observe you, and make sure no one is bringing any harm to you.

as stated above, he’s not one for senseless violence, and never has been. and he continues to swear by that, even when he draws his blade and slices the head of a seemingly innocent man clean off. of course, this man was bothering you. he’d seen it plain as day, the way he bumped into you at the market without so much as an apology. he had to go, don’t you see?

kazuha is a patient man. he always has been, and he always will be. however, the longer he watches you put yourself in danger and speak to such unsavoury, undeserving people, well… that patience of his is wearing thin, and you really shouldn’t be surprised if you wake up in his arms one day, exactly where you belong.

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[cowboy-like-mee]

i wish i could change

summary: depressed! reader and boyfriend! harry

warnings: depression, mentions of wanting to d word

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hello. i am ending my year and a half long hiatus. i am writing this in the midst of a depressive episode, so it is based off real life me rn! it was kinda therapeutic tbh. i feel a lot better after getting this out.  i listened moon song by phoebe bridgers, my tears ricochet by taylor swift, and a different age by current joys on repeat while writing this. have fun!

p.s. i kind hate this :/ i feel like the end is rushed but whatev. i hope you enjoy. i feel like i might want to write more about this couple. i have many ideas also! if you have any requests let me know! or i can post what my ideas are and yall can tell me what you want first!

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Sitting in the filth of your room never made it any better. But you just couldn’t help it. There were empty bags of chips and dirty clothes everywhere. The floors need vacuuming. The bed hasn't been made in weeks- the fitted sheet isn't even on the bed anymore. You've just been lying on the bare mattress with a blanket covering you that doesn't even reach your feet. The smell of old food and dirty laundry stings your nose every time you breathe in a little too deeply. You needed a shower. There were clumps of your hair sitting next to a pair of scissors on your desk from where you had decided it was a good idea to chop a few inches off at 3 am yesterday. 

You're pretty sure you hadn't been to a single class in at least a month. You were failing only two at the moment, luckily. Last semester it was three. Emails and text messages were piling up in your inboxes. There was no point in setting alarms anymore. You knew you weren't going to wake up anyway. 

You really just missed your mom. You missed her encouraging words and her hugs. Her hugs. Any of your problems were made to be nothing with just one of her hugs. You know she would be beyond disappointed to see the state of your life right now. 

Nothing even happened to make you feel this way. It's just a part of that never-ending cycle of depression that seems to hinder everything you try to do. There are no words to describe what happens in your head when you get like this. No therapist or medication could ever stop this feeling. It's like the weight of the world sits on your chest. You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't move. You can't even provide yourself with the basic necessities one needs to survive. 

You try to tell yourself to get out of this funk, but nothing will help. Nothing has ever helped. 

Well...maybe one thing has.

Harry.

Your boyfriend on two years. The man who has helped you out of funk numerous amounts of times throughout the last couple of years. Of course, you don't always feel like this. It comes and goes. It seems nowadays it mostly comes. It never seems to go. But when it has come, Harry has been there for you. He has fed you and showered you and loved you and kissed you and never ever judged you. 

You feel like a burden. 

No matter how many times he tells you he does it because he loves you. He hates seeing you like that. He wishes he could take all of your pain away. You mean everything to him. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

You don't know why. What kind of man wants a girl who goes four days without showering at times. Or a girl who wakes up at 3 pm because at night her thoughts wander so far she has to hit herself in the head to stop them. A girl who can't just...be normal. 

Either way, you know one thing is for certain. You love Harry. You really do. You probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. He has changed your life. There have been more good moments with him than bad. He kisses you just to kiss you. He watches your favorite movie with you weekly (even though you know he despises it.) He goes out to brunch with your parents because he loves talking to the people who created you. He buys you flowers every time he goes to the market just because he loves to see you smile every time he gives them to you. 

He really was made for you. Nevertheless, you felt like you didn't deserve him. 

You wish you could change. You wish you could change for him. You wish it was easier to be alive. You wish you didn't want to die. For him. Not for yourself. You wish you could be the perfect girlfriend. The girlfriend he deserved, not one that rots away in her room.

Harry walks in. You hear the door to your apartment creak open and gently shut. Footsteps lead into the kitchen, probably putting down the food you know he probably bought for you. You sit up and try to put on your most neutral face. You sniff your armpits and wince a little. It's only been since yesterday morning you showered, but a little deodorant wouldn't hurt. Your door opens letting in light, making your eyes squint and your hand instinctively come up to block it. 

"Y/N?" Harry says. You smile for the first time since you saw him last a few days ago. "Hey, baby." He gives you the softest, pure smile you've ever seen in your whole life. He tilts his head at you with a concerned look on his face. 

"Hi." You croak out, using your voice for the first time in a while. He walks up to your bed and pulls the blanket down to lie with you. You scoot over to make room for him. He climbs in and immediately wraps his hands around you. His face buries into your neck and plants soft kisses along your throat. Your hand goes into his hair and softly brushes through his soft curls. 

He hums. "Mmm, I love you." He kisses you again right on your jawline. "I've missed you, baby. How has my girl been?" Your throat tightens. You're regretting not answering his texts. He's probably been worried. 

You smile sadly. "I love you more, angel. I-" You pause to think of an adequate answer to your disappearance the past few days. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't answered your texts. I've just been...not feeling well. I've missed you too. So much." Your eyes are welling with tears, but your room is dark so maybe he won't notice. 

He pulls back a little to look at your face. His heart breaks. His girl has been feeling bad and he hasn't been here for her. "Oh, honey. It's okay. You know I just want to make sure you're okay." He kisses you sweetly. Your heart swells. He really is perfect. "I brought you dinner. I hope you haven't eaten." He smiles at you.

You laugh wetly. " Eating hasn't really been my number one priority today." 

He frowns, "Y/N, you have to eat, love. It's important to take care of your body." He sits up and grabs your hand. "Come one. Let's go eat and watch Silver Linings Playbook." He pulls you up from your nest. He wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a hug. Your head rests on his chest and you just breathe in. 

You reach up and kiss him. You will never understand how this man can be so selfless. He really has changed your life. You will love him at your highs, and you will love him at your lows.

#harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harrystyles #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfic #boyfriend!harry

[honeystwiggypeach]

I told ya you were going to see me here often and since we both love nanami as a dad, imagine a scenario where detective!nanami finds a little boy (and guess who’s the kid: “yuji ofc) in a mission and takes him back to the police station in hopes of finding his parents but then finding out he was an orphan that was kidnapped to be sold in the black market. So after a few weeks the police decides to put him in an orphanage again but now nanami feels some kind of connection with the kid and after talking with his wife they decided to adopt little angel yuji. Even tho being married for years they never really had plans of having a baby any time soon but that chances after meting that pink haired baby. So imagine nanami and reader trying to be the best parents that yuji can have. Maybe I’ll request for this to be a mini serie with different scenarios of the nanami’s household.

Let me know what you think about this bestie. I’ll be waiting for your answer and to request to other parts for this. *sits patiently*

Bestie I’m going to sob?????? This is such a good idea and I want to cry imagine like little baby Yuuji just clinging onto Nanami’s pant leg because he’s nervous??

Part two!

Tw- kidnapping, orphan, orphanage, Yuuji is implied to be a bit traumatized, reader cries, and is referred as mama, emotional exhaustion let me know if I missed anything(I’m not good at writing adoption so I didn’t describe it much!)

Also I made this a little scorcerless au😭so Nanami’s full time job is being a detective!

When Nanami went off on his last case, it took an incredibly long time for him to come home and when he did, something was wrong.

He seemed exhausted, more so than usual, maybe it was emotional drainage?

“Kento?” You called softly and he pretended to perk up letting off a soft hum as he glanced over at you from his recliner.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You always asked and it was normally always a no.

He let out a little sigh, “there was a kid…he was kidnapped” Nanami tried to never get connected to the people in his cases, and he felt like he tried extra hard this time when he was hired by the police station to find a missing boy.

In the end he’s quietly telling you that he got connected to the cutest little boy named Yuuji.

“He’s uh…still at the police station…I don’t know what they’re gonna do yet… hopefully they’ll find his family.”

Though when the two of you wake up a few days later, you’re both being called in which isn’t uncommon…you’re Nanami’s wife but you also work at the station as well.

Of course this has nothing to do with your job, “Yuuji’s parents were in an accident” the chief begins, Nanami watches you play with Yuuji on the other side of the one way glass.

You seem happy, “they unfortunately passed…so we’re going to send him to an orphanage” Nanami’s eyes widen.

“…” he pauses for a moment, for the past few weeks instead of doing his work Nanami had spent his time with Yuuji, carrying him on his hip around the office messing with his toy cars and even bringing him to lunch as he’d slip past you.

For that day it’s the end. When you two wake up once again Nanami decides he should at least ask.

“Wasn’t Yuuji cute?” You beat him to it, “maybe we should have a baby…” you yourself are confused, you’d never wanted a baby before but seeing Yuuji and interacting with him seemed to change your mind a bit.

“…you know Yuuji’s an orphan?” He asks setting his mug down on the table.

“…I didn’t know”you cover your mouth softly in remorse.

“Well…how do you feel about adoption than…” and from than on it was settled.

When Yuuji came home you couldn’t help but spoil him, of course being more familiar with Nanami he retracted.

Always hiding behind Nanami and clenching his pant leg. It had gotten to the point where you litterally cried in frustration upon hearing Nanami be called dad when Yuuji had yet to speak a word to you, and all you’d get from Kento was a be patient and you were you swear but it felt like forever!

But when Yuuji runs in after nanami had taken him to a little play date yelling out a “mama mama! Look” you also cry in joy.

You bend down gently placing your arm around Yuuji to pull him into you while he babbles about whatever he had drawn.

“That’s so nice honey, do you want Mama to hang it up for you?” Your voice is soft and watery as you speak with him.

“Yes please!” He hands it to you smiling happily.

Pls request more I love this so much I’d love to make it a series!!!!!

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #mom!reader #jjk #Nanami x reader #dad!nanami x reader #dad!nanami

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction

CHAPTER 15

Nobody tells you how quickly time flies by when you’re a parent. Jenevelle is already three months old, and she’s been nothing short of a miracle in our lives. She’s still so small yet so full of life; full of smiles and laughter throughout the days, and hardly cries. Gale and I finally have her transitioned to her room in her crib now, which was so hard – not for her, but for me. Having her in the bassinet by our bed gave me a sense of comfort, knowing I could easily check up on her and make sure she’s breathing. On another note, I’m grateful for our friends, but especially since she’s been born. Karlach will come and babysit once or twice a month while Gale and I go out and have a night to ourselves, which has been so nice. At first, it was an adjustment leaving her for the first time, but I’m glad we are able to get a break every once in a while.

The morning sun rises, and I notice Gale isn’t in bed with me. He does like to wake up rather early and enjoy the dawn, drinking his warm coffee and watching the sun rise. That’s when he has his best ideas for research. I get out of bed and notice Gale on the balcony, where he’s holding Jenevelle and they’re both enjoying the outside world.

“Ah, there’s my love,” Gale says, smiling as I sit down next to him. He leans in for a kiss as the morning sunlight pours over our skin. “Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, of course not. I was just ready to get up and start my day. I’m glad you are both having a quiet morning.” He gently bounces Jenevelle in his arm and takes a sip of his morning coffee with the other.

“Indeed. I’m just happy you got to sleep in some. I got so much done this morning. I had some sort of…morning epiphany that caused me to wake up and get a jumpstart on the day. I did some of my studies, made breakfast for us, which is sitting on the kitchen table by the way, and I got Jenevelle up, dressed, and fed…” As he continues to speak, I can’t help but admire him. “...and I just wanted to make your morning a little easier since I don’t teach today.” His brown eyes shimmer, transitioning into a tint of golden honey as the sun shines upon his face at a perfect angle.

“I appreciate you and how considerate you are. I truly love you more than words can define,” I tell him as I stretch my body, releasing all tensions held within me. He smiles, trying to fight that cute chuckle he always does.

“Thank you. That means the world to me. I love you too.” As we sit here enjoying the peace, the gentle breeze of Waterdeep air brushes the messy hair out of my face. As I look down at the town square below us, I see there’s a festival going on with various vendors and some bards playing some tunes for a large crowd. I actually notice Shadowheart, believe it or not, and it’s as if she’s looking for something in particular. She’s probably doing some shopping. I’m thinking about going down and buying Jenevelle a crochet owlbear or maybe a quilted blanket.

“Are you thinking about the festival?” Gale asks, studying my face.

“Erm, no…”

“You want to go, don’t you?” I laugh lightly, but then hide it with a fake cough. Is it silly for a grown woman to want to go to a fun festival?

“Can we?” He smiles and hands the baby over to me as he stands up from his seat.

“Of course. Let me go get dressed and we can head out. I’m going to avoid a robe this time, just in case some of my students are there. As much as I enjoy discussing the physics of magic and teaching others how to perform it correctly, I’d rather spend my time with my family enjoying the beauty of Waterdeep and its festivities.”

While Gale goes inside to get ready, I continue to observe the happy crowds from above; people casually dancing to the music, live entertainment of a comedic orc doing stand up, and of course delicious food. Mmmm. I can smell funnel cakes from up here.

We head down to the fun market area for the festival and notice various shops and vendors on every corner throughout the square. So many children are running around playing, eating, and having fun. I almost can’t wait until Jenevelle is walking and can enjoy fun events like this, playing with other children. For now, I have her wrapped in the baby carrier attached to my body, curled up and comfortable as we stroll the calming streets of Waterdeep.

“What a perfect day for such a festival. I clearly don’t get out enough, I feel like I haven’t seen any signs anywhere,” I say, observing the exciting area around us. I do notice a few clowns around us, which immediately brings flashbacks of Dribbles the Clown back at Baldur’s Gate, except we killed him and he was actually a shapeshifter. Long story short, he and several other shapeshifters were sent by Orin to murder me. Now that I look back on it, I feel honored to be such a threat to her.

“Oh, I have a slight inkling this was all planned last minute,” Gale says, chuckling. “Nonetheless, it’s fun to get out and enjoy this time together.”

We grab food and sit down at the music event, where three high elf bards are performing some new music I haven’t heard of before, but they’re pretty good! As we’re watching the concert, I hear my name nearby by a familiar voice – Shadowheart, perhaps? I turn around and notice her approaching us, and she sits down next to me. She has a bag full of items she bought from the various shops and vendors.

“Shadowheart?”

“I know I live like, two blocks down from you, but I saw you two walking and wanted to…give the baby a gift. But then I lost you when I spotted you both at the festival. I didn’t want to interrupt any future plans you might have later, so I figured I’d come by now.” She hands me an adorable pink owlbear plush from her bag, which is almost as big as Jenevelle herself. “The pink owlbear was the last one left. Since I don’t have children yet, I figured I’d spoil your little one while I still can.” I smile, taking the owlbear plush from her.

“Wow, this…is so kind. Thank you.”

“You want children, Shadowheart?” Gale asks. “Man, I wish I knew that earlier. We’d have asked you to babysit if you ever wanted to get the feel of parenthood.”

“I… I do. Now that our adventures are in the past, I’m in a comfortable position where I know I could be a mother. I would adopt, however.”

“A very kind and selfless choice.” I don’t know why but it surprises me that she wants to be a mother. I never got that vibe from her, but I do recall her saying right before fighting the elder brain that she ‘wants to have children once this is all over.’

“Definitely come by when you can. If you’re free tomorrow, maybe you can come by and we can have some tea or coffee while Gale is teaching?” She smiles with pure delight, as if she’s excited to hang out with me for the first time in a few weeks. I don’t know why we don’t get together more often.

“I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow then. I better go grab Astarion before he commits some heinous acts in the middle of the square.”

Gale and I shop around, getting new handmade clothes for Jenevelle and various fruits, vegetables, and other ingredients so I can bake a yummy dessert. Baking is one of my specialties, after all. After soaking in the sun partaking in a lovely little family venture, we head home due to Jenevelle getting fussy. However, we get home to put her down for a nap and she is screaming inconsolably. What we thought was her being tired is actually fear; something is causing her to feel sudden fear.

After about thirty minutes of her lying on my bare chest, she calms down and falls asleep. This was unusual behavior for her, especially since she hardly cries, but I’m glad she’s doing alright now.

“My head is throbbing from the screaming. I can’t imagine how she was feeling. I do hope she’s okay,” Gale says, carefully eyeing our sleeping baby as she sleeps in her crib.

“Me too. Maybe she’s just exhausted? Teething? Growing pains?” We watch her sleep peacefully in her crib for a moment, then head down to the living area to relax for about an hour or two. We plop down on the violet velvet sofa next to each other, curled up in a cuddling position. I’m worried about Jenevelle, but I’m sure I’m just being paranoid.

“You might be right about her possibly having pains of some sort, but part of me believes something else is going on. Maybe she saw something that frightened her. Poor baby,” Gale says, followed with a sigh. “I hate feeling daunting like this, but that must be part of being a parent, hm?” He kisses the side of my head for a couple seconds straight, one of the various affections I adore. “I love you. I think we’re doing pretty well as new parents.” I look up at him with my dark brown eyes, staring directly into his as we snuggle closely.

“I love you too. So much. And I couldn’t agree more.”

My love for him gets stronger by the minute every day. It seems like just yesterday I was pulling him out of a portal within a rock and we had an awkward introduction. Look where that unusual encounter got us!

I suddenly remember that Karlach is supposed to come over tonight to watch Jenevelle while Gale and I attend our monthly date night.

“Oh damn, I forgot we were going out tonight. My mom brain sure shows its true colors now,” I mention.

“Do you want to cancel?”

“No, no, it’s okay. Jenevelle will adore seeing aunty Karlach.” I really try not to cancel our date nights since we don’t have them too often; however, Gale’s mom is coming down in two weeks so we may get another one then. She’s been dying to hold and babysit our little girl.

“Good. I look forward to our evening together.”

I smile as I watch the glowing sun set from our living room window, thinking how blessed I truly am. Life is finally perfect again.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #baldurs gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #karlach #dnd #dungeons and dragons #astarion #shadowheart #gale bg3 #fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #wyll ravengard #halsin

[regallibellbright]

I didn’t think of myself as a huge Sonic the Hedgehog fan growing up - we had the Advance games and played some of the Gamecube and DS ones, though Bro and I weren’t particularly good at any of them, and we watched Sonic X when it was on, but Sonic wasn’t a franchise I’d say I was particularly invested in until I got into the IDW comics (and to a lesser extent the Archie ones, since I haven’t actively read them yet but HAVE seen recaps) through Thanks Ken Penders back in 2020.

However, since I grew up in that post-Adventure era, even if I wasn’t ACTIVELY invested in Sonic and the lore, I did KNOW it. And so I’m always surprised to realize people DON’T know that the edgy black and red rival hedgehog who once had his own game where he had a gun has a canonical backstory in which he was the best friend/adoptive sibling to a terminally ill young girl (her age is never specified in the games but at oldest she’s in her midteens), the granddaughter of the scientist who created him (with the hope of somehow curing her We’re Not Calling It AIDS But It’s AIDS,) and also Dr. Eggman’s cousin. This ends when a thinly-veiled analog to the US military invades the space station he grew up on and murders everyone on it, including said terminally ill young girl, and Shadow only survives because Maria managed to put him in an escape pod where he’d stay in suspended animation for 50 years… after he sees her gunned down in front of him. Eggman and Maria’s grandfather/Shadow’s creator survives the initial massacre so the military unit can use his research, but he tampers with Shadow’s memory and builds a doomsday device in an attempt for revenge, and is ultimately executed. There’s a cutscene in SA2 where we see him just before this occurs. It’s EXACTLY as fucked up as you think. And yes, of course there are cutscenes where we see Maria’s death. Across multiple games, even. I have never played Sonic Adventure 2 but I have seen Maria gunned down plural times.

Which I admit, sounds wild when I put it that way. But because Shadow was a major recurring character and the games I played were in the “we brought him back now let’s give him a purpose” era, his backstory was always brought up and so I always just… consider this common knowledge. Like, yeah, of course one of the most popular characters in the franchise has a backstory involving the military executing all his family. This is in fact why he’s so popular. Everyone likes his edginess and also the genuine tragedy there, and his ultimate choice to be a hero so he can fulfill Maria’s dying wish that he protect the planet she always wanted to see.

So when the Sonic fanbase all LOST OUR COLLECTIVE SHIT at Shadow’s post-credits teaser in the second movie and realized all the pieces are in play for them to accurately adapt his backstory and Adventure 2, it was a genuine shocker to realize that tons of people just… aren’t familiar with the fact that what we’re pushing for, and why a lot of people thought they WOULDN’T go there, is Paramount signing off on a movie that is VEHEMENTLY anti-military and features a terminally ill child gunned down by them before our eyes. They’d better! Like, sorry Maria, I love AUs where you live and get to be more than the Sweet Saintly Dead Girl, but narratively you 1000% have to die. They’ve set things up for this. The Olive Garden guy shares a name and role with a character in the games who’s canonically a survivor of the same event. They have to go here.

Oh, and Sonic gets arrested in the opening sequence to cover for Shadow waking up and escaping their containment, because they can’t find Shadow so let’s blame a hedgehog we CAN find. This doesn’t work and results in one of the most beloved and iconic sequences in the franchise, to the point where I will genuinely think less of everyone involved’s competence if they DON’T in some way bring City Escape into the early marketing for Sonic 3. Like, it is that obvious a choice. Open your first trailer with the shot of him jumping off the helicopter with his makeshift snowboard and the guitar riff and you have guaranteed ticket sales. (Actually USE the song in the trailer and you’ve guaranteed more, the lack of Sonic music in the first two has been a glaring thing and Adventure 2 has two of the most iconic vocal numbers in the series.) I’ve never even played Adventure 2 and I know this. But the flip side of this is that if you DON’T allow this movie to actively criticize the military, you are therefore going to miss several of the most iconic moments of the game you are in some way adapting… and said game is one of the most beloved of the franchise, particularly on the story front. It’s great. I love that we’re here. I love that this apparently WASN’T common enough knowledge that Paramount could be lured into Shadow being staged in to the point that if they go back now, it’s CLEAR the writers and director wanted to go there and weren’t allowed to. And I am LOVING that people are finding this out NOW and then joining us in our “Do it Paramount, don’t be cowards” urging. Welcome to Sonic the Hedgehog! Our lore is weird but delightful.

#long post #execution cw #sonic the hedgehog #sth #shadow the hedgehog #sonic adventure 2 #sonic movie #sonic the hedgehog movie #sonic movie 3 #maria robotnik #gerald robotnik #ask to tag #because frankly there’s relatively little here that doesn’t come up in something I talk about frequently enough #sonic the hedgehog says fuck the military #aliens are also involved in Shadow’s creation #but that’s a long and convoluted story and we don’t like to talk about it. #including Sega who’s historically been VERY restrictive over use of the Black Arms as a villain #so I don’t really expect them to go there ESPECIALLY for a movie like this. #they’ll want to go in for the game they know was received well and not one considered one of the franchise’s near-nadirs #not considered the absolute low point of that era ONLY because Sonic 06 followed it. #but like. that’s one of Paramount’s ONLY outs #alongside the fact that post-SA2 GUN gets a dramatically better treatment than it frankly deserves #including Shadow ultimately working with them for a time which has never been a thing I’m fond of #but yeah Olive Garden guy survived the ARK massacre #the only thing I want from this movie as much as ‘Shadow’s backstory untouched’ is Escape From the City and Live and Learn being included #(get whoever you want for Escape From The City to drum up marketing Paramount; so long as they can sing it we’ll take it) #(Live and Learn can get a new arrangement - I am admittedly quite partial to the anniversary one from last year- but it HAS to be Crush 40) #(we know Johnny Gioeli can still sing it at 50; you’ve gotta let him. Including the original would also be acceptable.) #(but like. you’ve gotta get AT LEAST those two. Though we’ll give bonus points for any other inclusions)

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Headcanons | Simon Zee, Philip & Andrew with a sick s/o | Romantic

Simon Zee

Once he finds out that you’ve fallen sick with what is suspected to be food poisoning, he makes it his personal mission for the rest of the week to find out where and how you have contracted it.

Usually, he is very calm when it comes to unexpected situations, so on the surface, it seems that he is doing alright. From the inside, however, he is worried sick about you.

First, he almost accuses Thomas of not properly preparing the food that you’ve had in the days before, but Matthew then remarks that it would make no sense for this to be the cause of your food poisoning, because otherwise, more people would have very likely fallen ill because of it.

Simon finds out he should have just asked you, for you soon reveal that you had accepted a few samples from a merchant at the market you had visited a few days prior, which is a more plausible cause for this mishap.

Upon hearing this, Simon wonders if he should go get Jesus, because He healed Jesse as well and would surely heal you, too, but you stop him before he can turn to leave.

You tell him that some cuddles would make you feel way better already and that you don’t want to bother Jesus with it. Although Simon would rather find the Rabbi instead, he establishes that a few minutes of holding you won’t hurt. If it gives you relief from your illness, it will make him happy, too.

Philip

Philip turns into a doting boyfriend when you don’t show up one morning during breakfast and turn out to be down with a fever. 

He will run back and forth with damp rags to dab against your forehead and will dice up fruits to make sure that you’re eating at least something. Even though you’re not sick to the point that you can’t keep down any food, you struggle with taking it in, but he coaxes you to eat one apple and a few chunks of persimmon.

Once you’re settled, he finds one of his scrolls to keep you company and read you a few passages on prophecy.

The pleasant timbre of his voice calms you down and lulls you into a soft slumber. You aren’t in a position to take in any of the words he is saying, but the sound is enough to make you happy.

Philip reads to you like that for a while until he realises you haven’t responded at all in a bit, and when he looks up, his heart flutters pleasantly to see you peacefully sleeping, tucked into your bedroll snugly.

He finishes the paragraph and puts another blanket over your form before leaving you be, but he remains nearby in case you wake up and require more help from him.

Andrew

Poor Andrew would feel so guilty when you’re sick. What if you had picked it up from him? And what if you were too weak to travel?

He thinks of all the worst case scenarios possible, from worrying that you’re in great pain to worrying that you’re going to die soon.

Simon tries to talk some sense into him, but all Andrew can do is watch your closed tent with a heavy heart, knowing that you were in there feeling miserable. Of course, the women are taking good care of you, but it still hurts to hear the sound of your coughs and sneezes from the other side.

This fisherman would do anything if it meant for you to feel better. He would gladly take the sickness on himself and have it be ten times worse if it only meant for you to be healthy and comfortable. 

Every time one of the women exits the tent, he will be next to them right away and demand a detailed description of how you are doing. Of course, they inform you of his concerns, which warms your heart and makes you wish you would feel better sooner just so you could see Andrew again.

Andrew, bless his heart, even tries to make you soup. It’s not good, but it is clear that he tried his very best. 

Slowly but surely, you start to get back on your feet, even though your cheeks don’t have their usual colour in them. As you are recovering, Andrew makes sure to stay by your side until you’re completely nursed back to health again.

#the chosen philip #the chosen #the chosen andrew #the chosen simon the zealot #simon the zealot x reader #philip x reader #andrew x reader #reader insert #x reader #the chosen headcanons #the chosen x reader #headcanons

[colorsoundoblivion]

Finally sat down and listened to Buyer’s Market. I know people consider this one of the most disturbing records of all time. I mean, it’s victim testimony and family member interviews, and they highlight, in an unglorified way, the wreckage left in the wake of the worst of humanity. In that respect, yes, its of course unsettling/upsetting. However, I thought it left the listener with a feeling of “How can people worship these monsters/do these things/cause such pain?” and a reminder of how real this shit is… a warning, really. There are even parts where people sound empowered… like they’re taking their lives back/getting justice for what the worst of us have done to them or their loved ones.

I’ve yet to read any of Sotos books, and based on the prices i’ve seen online I’m probably not going to for a long time. Can’t imagine there are Library copies out there, but never say never I suppose.

Obviously I’m curious about PURE, but wasn’t there a photocopy of an image of “CP” in an issue? I REALLY don’t want to see that or have that on any device I own or end up on a fuckin’ watch list or in prison.

I know, ultimately, this is all going to leave me feeling very upset, so maybe I should just quit while I’m ahead.

#Buyer’s Market #Peter Sotos #PURE