#I missed him (literally thinks about him and his dead husband every day)

[misedejem]

Just finishing up 4.4 and getting ready to throw things at the screen (affectionate?) the second Emet-Selch appears

#I missed him (literally thinks about him and his dead husband every day)

[little-annie]

In This Lifetime

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Vecna's dead and the gates are closed and life is finally back to normal.

Well except for one thing.

Eddie's entire view of Steve Harrington has been tipped on its axis, shattered, booted off a fucking cliff. Whatever you want to call it. Because, well, the guy's not an asshole. He's strong and passionate and so goddamn caring. He's probably the kindest, most giving person Eddie's ever met and although he'd like to say he doesn't know what to think of it, we'll he does. And he thinks he's in love.

Steve Harrington is like fucking sunshine and unfortunately for Eddie's fragile heart, that glow of light doesn't fade.

They become friends. Best Friends. Nearly inseparable. Attached at the hip throughout the years.

They move to Chicago together, rent a shitty two bedroom apartment that maybe as well be one because they still have nightmares and being plastered next to one another seems to calm those terrors.

They laugh and they sing and they dance around the kitchen while they smile and cook and inevitably burn whatever meal they had planned, opting to order pizza instead.

Eddie's in a band and Steve never misses a show.

Steve's in school, planning to become a Guidance Counselor and Eddie's by his side quizzing him with the reward of candy in hand.

It's perfect, living life together in domestic bliss. Even if all they are is only just friends.

But it's still perfect all the same and if it was up to Eddie, he'd spend the rest of his life in these years. Repeat them again and again, if only to fall asleep at Steve's side and wake up to honey-brown eyes every morning.

But he knows it can't always be like this and that's why this is the hardest thing he's ever done.

This is the hardest thing he's ever done, and he's done some difficult shit. Like surviving a near death experience in literal hell being the main contender. But sitting across from Steve Harrington as he turns a little golden ring between his fingers and goes over his proposal plan, yeah that's pretty fucking difficult.

And it shouldn't be, he should be excited, he should be cheering for his friend but there's a gnawing feeling in his gut that's telling him it should be him. It should be him that Steve drops to a knee for, it should be him that Steve professes his undying love to, it should be him that'll one day get to call this man his husband.

But it's not. It's not because even though he's known this ragtag group of monster hunters for years now he's never been able to come to terms with telling them that he's gay and he sure as shit hasn't come to terms with telling Steve Harrington that he loves him and loves him in a very much not 'just friends' kind of way.

So that's why when Steve asks him what he should say to this woman [Becky, who quite frankly could double as Eddie's twin] he spills the beans. In a very subtle way he supposes. He doesn't come out, doesn't outright tell Steve he loves him, but as he's telling Steve what to say to his future fiancé, he's letting his emotions come out like word vomit, only wishing Steve knew he was talking about him.

"I don't know man." Eddie huffs, shuffling uncomfortably in his chair, eyes avoiding Steve's as he contemplates his words.

But it's hardly more than a few seconds before they come tumbling out, Eddie sucking in shaky breath before he stares into the carpet and begins to speak, "Tell her she's like sunshine, beautiful and bold and the source of life. That she's like the blood in your veins, forever present in the most beautiful way and the only thing that keeps your heart beating. Tell her that even on the most difficult days that she's the one you want to see, the one you want to hold, the one that makes you take the breath you need and steady your heart when it's beating out of control."

It's a building thing, slowly growing out of control, he can feel his pulse thrumming in his veins and he's beginning to think he might just do something crazy. He pauses for a moment, gauging Steve's expression. He'd gone to get them beer and hasn't bothered to sit back down since Eddie began talking. There's an indecipherable expression on his face and he's stood still, in front of the couch, beers on the coffee table and he's silent, waiting for Eddie to continue.

And you know, if Eddie was a normal man he'd stay in his chair, talk to his friend from an acceptable distance away and not profess his love, but he's not. He's a showman and as his acting skills get the best of him, he's moving, shuffling across the carpet, taking Steve's hand in his own and kneeling before him. Because why not make this a harder interaction for himself. Christ, it nearly feels like the real thing as he looks into Steve's eyes and shuffles the littlest amount closer.

Eddie shudders a breath, taking a single second to appreciate this moment, even if it'll never truly be real and then he continues, "You get down on your goddamn knee Steve Harrington and you say, ' Sweetheart you're the only thing that keeps me alive in this crazy fucked up world. Having you in my arms and my heart keeps me steady and breathing. I've been through some shit, but I'd go through it all again to find you in the end. The blood, the sweat, the tears, nearly fucking dying to be by your side for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you Darling, I want us to grey and weather together. To find ourselves fifty years from now watching our kids and our grandkids; all the life we've brought into this world. All the love our life together has brought into existence."

Eddie's crying now, because of course he is, he's confessing his love to someone he knows will never hold the same emotions for him, but through a watery laugh and a sniffle he carries on, tightening his grip on Steve's hands.

"I want you in this lifetime and the next, in any way that you'll have me. I can't bear the thought of a single day without you let alone an entire lifetime. I'll find you, I promise I will Sweetheart, but for this lifetime, I ask that you spend the remainder of it with me."

It's cheesy, he knows, but it seems to take effect because as he looks into the eyes of the man above him he sees the swell of tears gathering along thick dark lashes.

The room's suddenly silent, save for the pounding of Eddie's pulse in his ears and the hope that Steve didn't see through his actions or words. That all he saw was his rather expressive friend acting out as per usual.

But a tear finally escapes and rolls down Steve's tanned cheek and a rather aggressive sob breaks past his lips.

Eddie's to his feet in seconds pulling Steve to his chest, one arm firmly around his waist while another wraps around his shoulders and cradles a head of mousy hair as close as he can. Steve's sobbing, short shaky breaths and surely there's snot and tears staining Eddie's shirt, but it's not like he can say much, what with silent tears streaming down his own cheeks and dripping to Steve's hair.

Steve hiccups around a sob, voice shaky and muffled against Eddie's shoulder, "I can't do this."

God, that's not what Eddie wanted to do, he didn't mean to scare Steve away from his impending engagement. No matter how much he wished it was him. He loves Steve, but if he can't have him, he just wants him to be happy. He deserves happiness. He deserves love.

Even if it's not with him.

Eddie cards his fingers soothingly through Steve's hair as he speaks, "Yes you can. I know you can. Steve, you love her, you're just scared. You can do this."

Another sob heaves against Eddie's chest while Steve continues to shake in his arms, "I can't Eddie."

"Why not Sweetheart?"

Steve's knees give out as a pained nose escapes his throat, dropping to the floor, taking Eddie with him, he doesn't answer, only continues to cry and burrow into Eddie's chest upon settling into their new position on the ground.

He's verging on a panic attack, Eddie knows this, he's seen it many times before. The way Steve's fists clench in his shirt and his breaths are short and sudden, gasping for air that's not filling his lungs, he's flushed white and Eddie knows it's only a matter of time before he gets sick.

"Stevie, come on, you gotta settle down. I'm sorry if I said anything wrong, I didn't mean to if I did. We can talk about it later. But right now you just gotta breathe for me okay." Eddie grabs Steve's hand, tight fist and all and holds it against his chest, allowing Steve to feel his steady breaths, "Breathe in with me, come on Big Guy. Take a deep breath in." Eddie takes a large lungful and holds it for a second, waiting for Steve to do the same and even though it's shaky and raspy he manages.

They repeat this process ten times over, Steve's head and hand now resting against Eddie's chest, their backs to the couch, the rooms fallen silent enough that only muffled sniffles are audible aside from the hum of electricity and the joyous screams of children outside.

After a moment, Steve wiggles himself closer, if even possible and again states, "Eddie, I can't do this."

He's not quite sure how to answer, really. Should he push or should he allow Steve to call off the engagement before it even happens. Lord knows where his own wishes lie. "You wanna tell me why you think you can't do this?"

Steve's breathing picks up again, but before he can reach hysterics Eddie's fingers card through his hair and he soothes Steve back to baseline.

"You," Steve whispers after quite some time of Eddie waiting for a response. It's a quiet thing, Eddie wouldn't have even heard it if he wasn't intentionally listening for Steve to say something.

It's a pain in the chest to know he may be the reason for Steve not to propose, sure he wished it wouldn't happen, but not like this. For him to say something so stupid that makes Steve call the whole thing off, "I'm sorry if I-"

He doesn't have time to finish his sentence before Steve's speaking, "No, not like that, you have nothing to be sorry for Eds. Its just- fuck- I wish I could tell you."

Combing his fingers through Steve's hair, Eddie reassures, "Steve, you can tell me. Please. I want to help."

Steve shakes his head, wrapping an arm tight around Eddie's waist, tucking his head in close, "It's nothing you can help with Eddie."

Nosing against the side of Steve's head, hair tickling his nose, Eddie whispers, soft, gentle, scared to frighten Steve off, "Try me."

And then it's silent. Dead quiet and for quite a long while. He knows Steve will answer, he knows he's just gathering his words, sorting things out before he speaks. It's obviously something big, something important to have warranted such a reaction from such a strong man.

It's with a sudden movement that Steve's sitting upright, turning to face Eddie with the appearance of confidence and sheer fear on his face. He looks fucking terrified. Working his jaw, eyes darting all over Eddie's face before he finally settles on his eyes and speaks, "I love you, okay." The words are far from gentle, they're sharp, rushed, sudden, like if he didn't get them out they'd burn a hole in his throat, but before Eddie has a second to even process those few words, Steve's barreling on.

"And when you were down on your knee infront of me, I wanted nothing more than for that to be the real thing, for those words to actually be directed towards me because I love you so fucking much it hurts. And I get it, I do. I know you're straight and we can never be a thing or really even get married but Eds, fuck, I love you so much and I can't marry Becky knowing I feel that way about you. I was going to try because I knew this could ne-"

He knows what Steve was meaning to say, but Eddie had to cut him off before those words could be spoken into existence because they're wrong. It can happen. Holy fucking Christ, Steve's loves him. It can all happen.

"I love you too," he says with such haste, taking Steve's face into his hands as he speaks with so much passion it nearly hurts, "-so much."

Cheeks squished in Eddie's grasp, Steve's eyes begin to well with tears once again, but now, now a smile is fighting its way to his lips, only growing with utter disbelief as Eddie quietly says, "and I meant every word of it. Every fucking word Sweetheart."

Steve's eyes search Eddie's own for only half a second before their lips crash together. It's a feverish thing, years of pent up love and need crammed into a single embrace, but their lips move as if they've met a million times before. And maybe they have. Maybe through the thousands of years this little rock in space has been turning, they've never left one another's side. Maybe they do find each other in every lifetime. Maybe they fall in love against all odds. Maybe this lifetime is no different.

Many Years Later

Turns out, it's not different at all.

When the time comes, so does the real proposal. It's been planned for years and when word of legalisation reaches Eddie's ears he's running to Steve. Dashing through streets, shouldering past strangers and dropping with a painful thud to the hardwood of Steve's office floor. In those few short moments to follow, the life he wished to have so many years ago becomes a reality.

Steve's his fiancé.

Soon to be his husband.

In this lifetime and the next.

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#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic rec #steddie fanfiction #steddie headcanon #steddie fic #steddie fandom #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve x eddie #eddie x steve

[charliehoennam]

home again.

A/N: request made here by @juniebugg and a nonny made here so i decided to mash these two together

Pairing: John Kinley x F!reader

Warnings: Language and smut. No minors, please!

Word count: 2,675

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

The dusty gravel of your driveway crunched under the tires of Declan’s truck. You didn’t need to look out the window to know who it was, but you wanted to see him. Make sure he’s alright.

You’d refused to pick John up at the military base. You didn’t want to be anywhere near it. It’d been months since he’d been away and you hated every single second he was gone.

You missed him more than anything in the world. Deep inside, you were thrilled he was finally home and, most importantly, safe. Part of you wanted to race out the door and throw yourself in his arms. The other part, however, wanted to slap him across the face.

Months of his absence – provided only via letters and shitty connections through phone calls or video chats that could never replace his presence – drove you insane.

The only thing that was worse was zero contact. Not knowing if he was dead or alive; that every car that drove by the house would deliver that dreaded folded flag. Sometimes, you questioned why he would want to be in the army in the first place, fighting a war that he has no fault in. How could he just leave you?

You’d thought it would get easier to live with after you got married. Turned out, it wasn’t.

John called out for you and spotted you by the window where he’d caught you staring out of just before you moved away to hide. He read your resistance right off the bat.

“Hey, honey” he smiled as he set his army green bag on the floor in the hallway. “Don’t I get a kiss huh?”He tried to joke to loosen you up.

There was definitely tension in the air that he’d detected even before walking in, but he wanted to avoid conflict on his first day home. He’d missed you just as much as you’d missed him; there was no doubt the distance was hard on both sides. Yet you felt he was to blame since it was his choice to reenlist. You were there. You’d always be there.

You pulled away as he tried to pull you into his arms and marched back into the kitchen where you’d been making his favorite: Fettucine alfredo with crispy bits of Italian sausage. 

“Something smells real good.” His attempts were getting nowhere. “Come on, baby. Is this how it’s gonna be every time I come home?”

“You could just stay home.” You shrugged as you continued stirring the pot of white sauce before dipping a spoon to taste-test the flavor.

“We’re really gonna do this? Again?” He scoffed running a hand over his tired face.

“Do you really expect me to be all bright smiles when you were literally gone for 9 months in the middle of God knows where? After 11 days of sheer silence, I just found 6 days ago that you weren’t dead, John.”

“I thought that would be something to be happy about.” His brows furrowed.

“I am happy you’re alive, John. But I did also spend 11 days thinking you might have been dead!”

“That wasn’t my fault! We got ambushed by an IED in the middle of nowhere. We lost the RV and had to trek through the goddamn desert. You think I wanted that happen?!”

“Then you shouldn’t have relisted! I just don’t get it! Why would you want to go back to that?!”

“You don’t have to get anything! You’re acting like this is all new to you! You knew I was in the Army before, that it wouldn’t change when we got married!”

“Maybe I’d hope it would! So crucify me for thinking that maybe my husband would want to actually be home with me after getting married!” 

Your argument only escalated after that. John was angry and you were furious. A blur of loud voices, searing tears and fists pounding on walls and countertops. At some point, he had decided to blow off some steam and slammed the front door shut as he left to have a drink at the bar. He didn’t want to get drunk or talk to anybody. He just wanted to get out of there before you’d both said things that couldn’t be taken back.

Sat on a tall stool with a beer bottle cradled in his hands, he stared into nothingness wanting to forget everything. However, his mind found itself returning to you. To your scent that lingered on his clothes after his hug. To your warmth against his chest and arms. Fuck, he missed you badly and he hated that he couldn’t fucking forget it.

After pushing himself off the stool, he drove home in silence and cautiously stepped over the threshold. His eyes scanned the house as he made his way in, searching for any indication that could explain your current state. But he found only silence. A daunting calmness in the shadows of the home as the streets casted their lights in attempt to chase the gloom. But when his eyes landed on a pillow stacked upon of a folded-up blanket, he shook his head and ignored your punishment.

That was his limit. The final drop to overflow the flood he’d spent hours trying to contain.

You tossed and turned in bed, wondering if you had gone too far. You reflected on his words. He wasn’t wrong. You knew the Army was important to him going into the relationship. You knew that when you said yes when he asked you to marry him. You knew that when you said “I do” at the altar.

He felt his blood boil again as he marched up the stairs with his pillow under his arm. The door flew up open and he strode into the room, avoiding your bewildered gaze as you propped yourself up on your elbow.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You questioned angrily. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“The hell I am. I spent nine months away. I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight.”

You could hear the tinge of impatience in his voice. He sat at the edge of his side on the bed to untie his boots and set them aside with a thud muffled by the carpet.

“You’re not sleeping here, John.”

“You can sleep on the couch if you want, but I’m sleeping right here.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that?”

“Oh, I am huh? How about you? You’re the one that’s acting like a fucking child.”

You sat up in disbelief, ready for round two of your argument.

“Just don’t. I’m tired and I wanna sleep.” He stated as he laid back against his pillow, back turned to you.

“You think it’s fucking easy? You think it’s easy having you miles away, with no notice if you’re even alive? I thought you were dead, John!”

He was ready to snap back with his defense, but the tears building in your eyes warned him not to. Instead, his jaw clenched as he held his gaze on you.

“I spent night crying my fucking eyes out thinking you weren’t coming home this time! Just to get up the next day and pretend like everything was alright! Do you know how emotionally exhausting this has been for me?!”

He hadn’t thought about that. Guilt settled in his chest and started to build in his throat as he listened to your rant, which soon brought you to sob.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m home…” he whispered pulling you into his strong arms, wrapping them around you.

Any resistance you had melted away against his warmth. You gave in and buried your face into his neck.

“I’m home. I’m with you and everything’s alright. Everything’s alright now.” he repeated as he soothed you with gentle kisses on the crown of your head. His palm rubbed circles against your back.

Your body was yearning for him. He could tell from the way your nails clung onto his shirt. His fingers lifted your chin to catch your gaze.

“Look at me. I’m right here. I’m with you and I’m not going anywhere, alright?” he whispered with a thumb wiping your tears away.

“I got you, hm?”

Sealing his promise with a kiss, your body softened and accepted his kiss. Then his tongue. You could feel it building in your core. That familiar lust that had haunted you during his absence. That craving that couldn’t be quenched.

Like magnets, your bodies had lost against the invisible pull. His hands slipped down to your thighs, guiding them as you straddled his lap.  The heated kiss was unbroken until your hands tugged at his olive-green shirt to release it from the tuck of his camouflaged pants. You helped him pull it off over his head as he helped you remove the Pink Floyd t-shirt that once belonged to him before becoming your favorite nightgown.

 As your lips collided once again – more feverish than before –, your hands roamed down to unbuckle his belt. The metal clinked as it hit the floor. John wasted no time to lay you down against the mattress. You needed him and there he finally was to take care of you. God, how he’d missed your taste.

He whispered continuous praises as his bushy beard brushed against your delicate skin, peppering kisses down to your breasts. His mouth closed around your hardening nipples, suckling them with eyes closed to relish their fullness and warmth.

“My beautiful wife. Missed you so fucking much.”

His hand kneaded each of them as he squeezed your flesh to his face. He could’ve stayed there forever, but he was eager to please you.

He forced himself up as he stood back on his knees, sat against his heels. His gaze on you was loving as if admiring a sculpture he’d carved from his own dreams. “I love you” fell from his lips over and over again, like a prayer in between the tender kisses he pressed against your legs, lifting them to rest against his broad shoulders. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them up your legs and tosses them to the floor. His eyes locked on yours was more than enough to cause your core to puddle. You could feel the slick building with every kiss.

He wasted no time settling between your thighs, trailing his kisses over your outer labia. This was about making you feel good. Making it sink into your brain that he was finally fucking home.

With your legs bent up over his shoulders, he moaned as he buried his mouth against your plush slick flush. One hand slid up to your breast as the other locked its fingers with your own. You moaned and wiggled against him.

He devoured you and smiled to himself as he watched the way your body arched in pleasure. The salty sweet taste of you liquefied his insides. He could feel him twitching as his cock hardened on the bed. After months of bottling in all his desires and having to satisfy himself with his hand and a photo of you in lingerie, his thirst for you was erupting beyond control. He had to remind himself that this was going to be about you.

His hips began rocking against the bed at the sounds your body was making. He was so eager to fuck you, but he had to contain himself to make it last. Yet his hunger for you had his hips grinding against the mattress, aching for any type of friction he could get as he battled with his self-control. His cock spasmed in his pants with every gentle tug on his hair or scrape of your nails on his scalp.  

With his tongue building up your orgasm, it lapped over your folds and concentrated on the overly sensitive nub. He swiped and swiveled over it; the pressure in your depths grew into hot white pleasure. You weren’t going to last much longer.

The hand on your breast slid down your scorching skin to hold your hips firmly in place as you wriggled, wrestling against the implosion and failing terrible to resist until you finally caved in. Your body trembled as your legs shut on either side of his head. He smiled as he proudly admired your reaction, enjoying how quickly your chest rose and fell. The leaking precum from his dick was beginning to sink through his boxers and pants; he was almost certain he’d left a wet spot on the bedsheet.

He lifted himself off and was unable to wait any longer. He needed to feel you on his cock. Kicking his pants off provided you a moment to regain yourself and admired the way his muscles contracted under his skin. This big burly man was yours, all yours.

As he crawled back between your legs and aligned himself to penetrate, you both watched his head slowly push in through your soaking pussy in burning anticipation lathered with only the spit on his fingertips.

His eyes closed tightly shut as he bottomed out and held himself there for a moment, controlling his own increasing implosion.

You could tell he was struggling a bit between satisfying you both and giving into his own carnal needs. You cradled the sides of his face and gently guided him down to kiss him in an attempt to distract him from the wonderful hug of your cunt on his cock.

With an arm propped on the side of your head, he kissed you hungrily as his hand gripped the soft flesh of your thigh and pushed your hips against his. His groin brushing on your swollen nub sent fireworks bursting through your nerves, forcing a shy moan from your throat. He smiled and pulled his head back to look down at you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As his lips latched onto your neck, his hips pulled back and slowly thrusted forward to begin his pace. Slow and gentle, but so deliciously full and stretched. You held your breath with every push and pull of his cock, clenching around it to hold him inside. You’d never let him go if you could. His cock in you made you feel so completed like this is where you both were meant to be.

His pace started to quicken. A sheen coat of sweat glazed your bodies in the cool blue light of the moon that rained in from the tall windows of your bedroom. The searing heat had begun to bubble from the inside out, oozing from your desperate desire to feel each other deeper.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed out the open door and into the hallway. His balls slammed against your perineum as your wetness began coating the bedsheet underneath, staining it with remnants of love and lust.

With labored breaths, he hugged you tightly against him with his other arm. It was building up in you for the second time and you could tell it was building in him as well. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your toes curled against his hips. The tight embrace of your pussy as you came again had him frantically hammering into you as praises flooded out from his lips.

“Feel so fucking good for me. I-I fucking love you, baby. L-love you so much.”

Releasing you to lock your fingers together, he shuddered with a deep moan and slowed to a stop. You milked every drop. The hot load filled you with an incomparable warmth in your depths. Your walls were coated in his pearly white seed.

He panted as he held himself in your cunt for a moment longer until he finally pulled out and collapsed beside you. You turned on your side to face him. His hands reached out for you and pulled you into his arms. Perfectly nestled against his hairy chest, you smiled to yourself. His heart beating against your ear was the final reminder that he was home. He was here and he was all yours.

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #john kinley x you #john kinley x reader #john kinley x y/n #john kinley the covenant

[katz-chow]

my first time requesting im sorry if it sounds really bad or cringe ehehsbbejrr

how do you think Simon would react to someone who has a seashell collection they are v e r y overprotective of and they give him one of the seashells because they trust him???

selling seashells by the seashore? nope!

synopsis: what the ask said! + a bit more because i started to really get into it

warnings: fluff, sfw, gn! reader, established relationship, marriage, a glimpse into simon's private life, soap being soap

a/n: i’m literally on an island rn and i’m pretty sure this seagull is screaming at me so i thought this would be very fitting 😝

Simon definitely has his pockets filled, only with Moroccan sand and shells and rocks and…possibly a starfish? It’s not much, but truly it’s honest work when it comes to him picking up and inspecting every shell or sea cookie there is out here on this damn beach. Soap hollers at him from a few yards away, hand beckoning for him to come over.

“Ain’t this one a big ol' Lad?” Johnny says with his hand on his hip and the other pointing down at a huge mollusk, it’s opal and rainbowed color shone in the blazing sun.

The taller one smiled behind his mask and grunted as his knees popped, reaching down to pick it up. With a knife, he poked and prodded into whatever was in it, which was now just a dead, sandy mess at his feet. “Pretty, then again, anything prettier than your face, Johnny.”

Soap glared at him, “Yeah, at least I have a face.”

Simon missed you terribly. Miles and miles away, he just thinks about how his lovely spouse is on their daily walk down the beach, trading and finding pretty shells to show him once he gets back. You two do this every time he comes home. After a few days of resting (with mostly Simon either shutting off in his own room or hiding his face in the crook of your neck in your shared room), you sit him down on the kitchen table and pull out your beach bag to debrief about the new shells. Each one with a different story attached to it and each one you wanted to share and love.

“I got this one from a fisherman that caught it in his net when he went fishing in the Bahamas!” You showed him a huge, pink and white conch shell that was larger than both your hands combined.

Simon smiled at you and took your prized possession from your hands and inspected the shiny finishing of it. “You weren’t at the Bahamas, Lovie, what did you do to get it?”

“Oh I traded a hermit crab shell for his nephew’s crab.” You said fondly, petting the shell that looked normal sized in his own hands.

Simon pockets the large nautilus shell into his bag somewhere and feels his breast pocket for the small, spiral shell that you’ve gifted him. It was his birthday, the day you saw his toothy grin for the first time.

You had found a beautiful, black, spiral shell the size of a blade. Taking it home, you filed the tip into it was sharp enough to cut through…something, you thought. You don’t know what he exactly would cut, but it’ll come in handy right?

He cried that day when you sheepishly offered him this small gift box, a silver bow resting on the top of it. After you calmed him down and held onto his arm, he opened it and a goofy smile replaced his tears.

“I sharpened it, it’s like a…like uhm a shank?” You said, rather confused actually.

Your husband snorts at your reasoning and picks up the lustrous black shell into his hands. He examines it closely, spinning and turning it in his fingers to make it shine in different angles. With the hard padding of his index finger he grazed the tip of the shell, and sure enough, it was sharp. Simon huffs a laugh to himself thinking about how he could potentially use this as his next melee weapon.

“Do you…like it?” You ask him hesitantly, sitting across from him on the couch. Your own hand fidgeted with each other as you pull and push on your knuckles, making them pop gently.

The large man in front of you looks up at you, eyes a bit wide in confusion. A small gasp is heard from the parting of his lips and he softens his gaze, looking at you fully. He didn’t laugh at you, he laughed at himself. “It’s silly…to be killed with a seashell, hmm?”

Large hands found yours as he abandoned the shell temporarily on the safe coffee table. He kisses your forehead. “Of course I love it, my sea star…best gift ever.”

Simon knew that it wasn’t just a gift from his spouse that day. No that’d be too simple, and his life is anything but. That was a piece of you, your love for him manifesting in such a small, delicate object. To break it, was to break a piece of you…and you would raise hell if he did.

His face settled on a slightly less disgruntled face under his mask as he looked off into the coast. With a pat on the breast pocket of his vest, he pondered to himself, ‘This time, it’ll be different.’ This time he has his own collection to present to you. This time he knows you’ll be even more excited than that time you found a perfectly round sand dollar when he shows you these little treasures. Maybe this time you’ll even scream when he shows you this dried starfish.

But one thing’s for sure, he’ll come home to you after all this. And one day, there’ll be no more war, no more bloodshed, just two old spouses sitting on the beach, the sun rising steadily, and a wall of shells from coasts all around the world.

#cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod #modern warfare 2 #fanfic #cod ghost #fanfiction #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost headcanons #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley fanfiction #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon riley imagine #simon riley ghost #katzwrites

[weirdwildwonderland]

I know ppl downplay certain siblings trauma a lot but let me just reframe everyone’s for you based on the seasons

1) imagine the person you love the most sending you 185828282 miles away for 4 years to live on the moon. Completely alone. When you get back you find out that all the samples you put so much work into didn’t even get read or taken out. The person who sent you there tells you later that he put you there to guard the most precious thing in the universe but you can't help but think that he sent you up there because you died and came back looking like a monster. He left you on the operating table for two months and when he saw you again he couldn't even look at you.

Imagine being a little kid and being told you’re not special. And then living with 6 other people who are constantly praised because they’re more special than everyone else. Imagine them 30 years later still talking about you behind your back and blaming you for everything that went wrong.

Imagine being 12 and being so restless to see the world and to see what you can do that you go somewhere no one’s ever been. And it’s hell. And no one comes to save you. You think about how you saw your family dead in those first days. And it haunts you for those next 45 years.

2) imagine being transported back in time. You have powers that can kill people. And since you’re from the future you have history books on your side. You have the power to stop one of the most famous assassinations in history and prove to your dad (who’s alive now) that you’re GOOD. That you’re not the impulsive emotional crazy mess he always said you were. You just want him to love you, because whether you want to admit it or not, you want his love and validation more than anything else in the world. You don’t prevent the assassination.

Imagine having to witness all the stupid things your brother does. You just want to give up sometimes but you literally can’t. So you put up with his attitude and stupid justifications and you never get to hug those 5 other people that you miss so much. Your brother says that ghosts can’t time travel. You don't get to say goodbye to him. Even though you hated him sometimes he had a good heart and you miss that good heart all the time.

3) imagine going through brutal racism and dehumanization every single day. Not knowing if your husband is alive or in jail or not. Constantly on alert. Your husband is the only thing keeping you from losing it. And the thought that your daughter will be there when you get back. You didn’t get to see her before the first apocalypse. You failed her as a mother and she died that night not even hearing your voice. Your brother was on the phone for you. You leave your husband for her. It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Except she isn’t there.

4) (speculation) you used to be immortal. You got really sick one time from walking barefoot in a field and from something you smoked. You got shot by a spear gun. You came back. You can drink however much you want. You can get run over by a bus and you heal in half an hour. Now that you don’t have your powers it’s different. Everything is terrifying on a new level. Salmonella from the canteloupe and liver poisoning from the alcohol and flu from your brother's new kid. The clorox wipes smell like a security blanke and you can't get close to anyone anymore. Not even your sister. Not even your niece. And it makes your brother sad. You don’t smoke anymore and you’re so, so quiet. No one notices. You’re finally quiet.

#the umbrella academy #see if you can guess who!!! #but oh my god this made me so sad jesus christ #tua #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #number five #viktor hargreeves #didnt include lila here sry #writing #kai's writing

[ateriblewriter]

Not Like This {4} (q.h)

a/n: this is it. the last part. im sorry for multiple reasons. its kinda rough read. but i wanted to get it out. i might rewrite a part later. Let me know what you think.

italics are a flashback of sorts

warnings: sad. death.

Enjoy!

Part1, Part2, Part3

3ish Years Later

Quinn sat by himself on the edge of the dock watching the waves roll over the water. He found he needed more time to himself when family and friends arrived at the house. They were all here for the memorial they held every year for the past few years. And like always, Quinn was having a hard time processing the death of one of his oldest bestest friends and one of the greatest persons he knew. This is not how he imagined this situation turning out.

If he hadn’t gotten Y/N pregnant in the first place. She wouldn’t have gotten sick and he wouldn’t be missing his brother. Quinn never regretted his child, nor did he blame the baby. He just missed his brother.

~

Quinn raced Y/N to the hospital. The day finally came that someone died who just so happened to be a match to Y/N and now she could get the heart she so desperately needed in order to survive. His prayers had been answered.

“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” He noticed his parents waiting in the lobby of the hospital. Something was amiss. He hadn’t had the chance to inform anyone of the great news and yet they were here. “Mom. Dad. What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry sweetie.” His mother broke down in sobs. He had never heard his mother cry in his life.

“What happened? Where’s Luke and Jack?”

“Quinn, there was an accident. It was bad. Luke’s in surgery and Jack.”

“No. Fuck. No.”

“Jack’s dead.”

Every ounce of happiness left him when he realized exactly where Y/N’s new heart was coming from. Why did fate have to be so cruel that it needed to take the life of his little brother in order to save the life of the person he loved the most? It wasn’t fair.

~

“Hey. Whatcha thinking about?” Y/N brought him out of reliving that terrible day for the thousandth time. He must have been taking too long down by the water and she was sent to reel him back into the group.

“Nothing.” He placed his hand over his now wife’s protruding belly. Y/N knew he was lying. She figured he was thinking about that day again. The day Jack died so she could live.

“I miss him too. Even though I literally have a piece of him in my chest. I hate the fact that I can’t talk to him everyday. And I really don’t like how our babies will have to grow up without really getting to know their Uncle Jack.”

“You can talk to me if you want. I know he was your best friend, but he was like a brother to me.” She spoke out again when Quinn didn’t respond. She knew her husband was silently grieving. But she wanted to be there for him. “Please.”

Y/N pulled Quinn closer to her, guiding his head toward the scar on her chest so he could hear her heart beating, his brother’s heart beat. She found it was often something that calmed him when he was in a mood like this.

“Where’s Theo?” Quinn quietly piped up as he continued to stare out at the calm water listening to the thump thump of the heart.

“He’s back at the house. Trevor and Luke found an old pair of rollerblades and are trying to teach him. He’s a natural.” She tried bringing a little joy to his mood, but wasn’t getting through.

“I know what we should name this little bean.” Y/N thought out loud. She had known the gender of the baby for a little while now, but since Quinn didn’t want to know until the child was born, she elected to keep it quiet.

“That’s perfect.” Quinn grinned, it was probably one of the best ways to get back a part of what he lost that day.

~

“Mommy had my baby?” Theo skipped along holding Quinn’s hand. The new addition to their little family arrived the previous day. Everything went swimmingly this time. Y/N wasn’t sick, her heart was beating strong. Now it was time to introduce Theo to his new baby brother.

“Yeah. Remember what we talked about Theo. We need to be gentle and quiet. The baby is sleeping right now.” Quinn reminded the 5 year old fragile and couldn’t play hockey yet.

“Mommy!” Theo squealed, forgetting what Quinn told him, as he climbed to sit next to Y/N. She was just finishing feeding him. “Is that him?”

“Yeah. This is your baby brother Jack.” Quinn watched as Theo leaned over to place a kiss on top of the baby’s head. From that moment he knew his boys were going to be best friends, like he had been with his brothers. 

Please let me know what y’all think. I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, and complaints! I would really like to know if y’all like this one. 

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #quinn hughes fic #sorry #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[lokis-army-77]

Andrew nNeiman fluff, him being a dad and putting his daughter to bed and then coming to his wife(reader) and being all cutesy

Sleep tight

Andrew Neiman x female reader

Word Count: 795 (Short and sweet)

The Reader comes home from work and sees her husband asleep with their daughter after reading her a bedtime story.

Warning: None

Inbox is open

Masterlist (Taglist linked here)

I never usually came home late, but today I had. Traffic was worse than it had ever been and my boss at work had dropped two deadlines on me after lunch today. Needless to say, I had to stay a few extra hours and now I was super stressed and wanted nothing more than to see my daughter and husband and then curl into bed. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday or I would be even more on edge. 

The apartment was quiet as I walked through the door, setting my purse on the kitchen counter and kicking my shoes off next to the door. 

“I’m home!” I called out but received no answer. Curiously, I walked out of the kitchen and down the narrow hallway where I saw a sliver of light coming through the crack in my daughter's bedroom door. 

Quietly, I pushed the door open. Andrew was sprawled out on the tiny toddler bed with our daughter cradled in one arm and a book in the opposite hand. She had already fallen asleep, her tiny grip on her plush triceratops loose and mouth wide open with small deep breaths going in and out. Andrew was on his way there too, head, nodding off every so often as he read, not noticing he had gone over the same two sentences three times. 

I smiled, crossing my arms and slowly backing out of the doorway. Waking him up would have startled him and I don’t think I could handle both his and our daughter whining about being woken up at the moment. So, I went to our room at the end of the hall and got ready for bed. 

The shower was hot and, although not exactly what I needed, it helped immensely to ease the tension in my shoulders. I wasn’t in there long, thanks to the shitty water heater going cold after about ten minutes. Then, on to pajamas. The soft fabric of my sleep shorts graced my fingers as I grabbed them from where I had tossed them at the foot of the bed this morning. I tugged them on and immediately began rummaging through the dresser for one of Andrew’s shirts to wear. Ever since we got together in junior year of college and practically moved in together, I had never worn anything else to sleep in, and now, I don’t think I ever will. 

Yawning, I threw the covers of the bed back and snuggled in, shining in relief when my aching feet were finally able to have a rest. It wasn’t long after that, that I started to doze off, only waking when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. 

Opening my eyes only a sliver, I watched as Andrew entered the room and left the door cracked open. My eyes closed again while I listened to him rummaging around the room, trying to be quiet so he didn’t wake me, but he’s never been the most careful person. A laugh left my lips when he accidentally hit one of the symbols of his drumset in the corner of the room. 

“Shit.” I heard him say as he quickly grabbed it, stopping the vibrations. 

“You know,” I spoke up, “I swear you could wake the dead. You are literally the least quiet person ever.” I rolled over to look at him. 

He stared at me with a sheepish smile. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Hun, if I had been, I wouldn’t be now.”

“Sorry.” He dropped into bed, scooting closer to me. His hand came out to hold the side of my face, thumb caressing back and forth. “How was your day?” 

“Shit. Why did you ever let me apply for an office job?” I couldn’t stop my words from coming out in an annoyed grumble. 

“Hey, you were the one who said it was a dream of yours to have a cubical.” He defended.

“Well, I take it back.” 

He only shook his head and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “I missed you, and so did Carter.” 

“I know. I tried to make it home before bedtime, but they gave me a ton of paperwork that needs to be submitted by Wednesday next week and I ended up staying overtime. And you know how traffic and the subway can get after work.” 

“You’re here now, and tomorrow is the weekend. So, just close your eyes and get some sleep.”

I did as he said, giggling when he started to pepper kisses all over my face before pressing one last one to my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, cuddling close to his warm body and quickly falling asleep to the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat.

Miles Taglist: @n3ssm0nique @babyhoneystvles @xelizabethvalentinex

#Andrew Neiman #Andrew Nemin x reader #miles teller x reader #miles teller #miles teller fluff #andrew neiman fluff

[mildiva]

So I’ve Decided To Start A Blog About Music And Parties

the idea came to me on a break at work after leaving my phone at home, my mind never clearer… i should be blogging about music. pitchfork is dead, first of all, and third of all it’s something i cannot live without, so why not?

I’m not sure of the “” format “” this will take but right now i’ll just write things as they come?? and part of my love for music is of course parties. they’re still so life giving to me and i still think nothing is better than dancing with gay ppl some of whom are my friends and hearing them dj. some of them are even good! it’s just spaces of eternal and endless flowing love. anyways.

arianka is back!! when i first heard yes, and?, i thought “alright miss grande this is cute!” and it’s grown on me ever since. I’ve been anticipating this album, seeing what direction she would go. i’ve been listening to sweetener every day for the last few weeks mostly because the eating 4 free series on ariana recontextualized her… everything, i guess?? i’d always seen her as just like a Nickelodeon product industry plant which as a certified quirky-not-like-other-girl syndrome haver did not interest me. i was still listening ofc but i wasn’t invested like i was in say lady gaga (and oh how the tables have turned on stefani the pharmacy tech but i digress!) anyways the five part e4f series on her, how she got started with looping covers of imogen heap on youtube, her serious involvement in the production of all her albums, really digging into the pain and scrutiny she’s been through from her time with The TV Producer Who Shall Not Be Named to the donut incident (which i always thought was a slay) to the literal Manchester bombing, her relationships especially with mac miller… not gonna call myself an arianator or w/e but i am a fan now, especially after relistening.

before i get into the album i just want to say this: the music video for we can’t be friends was adorable! it’s very sad that we don’t get music videos anymore because they’re not profitable or useful for marketing. still haven’t seen the yes and video but i’ll get to it. my main point is that give evan peters a stingy little mustache, grow his hair out a little longer, and he could pass for spongebob slater! so many people on twitter are mocking him for his looks/ariana for being with him but gassing up evan. look, ethan is… not a guy i would approach in a bar let’s say, but i’d let him buy me a drink, you know? and if we’re to believe ariana on supernatural and ordinary things, they have something special! tweets will go viral about “every hot girl needs a medium ugly bf” but she’s not allowed to do it? anyways.

if you detect a pivot in tone here, it’s because i’m no longer blogging with a sour cream donut and 3/4 of a dunkin latte with oatmilk and nothing else fueling my body, sun glowing through the clouds and full of optimism.. there’s a harried blogging now while i try and finish this before i hop in the shower to get ready for a hookup tonight. also, i’ve been thinking and listening to eternal sunshine again, reading and digesting lyrics and of course many many stan tweets about it.

first, i’d like to amend something i stated earlier that i refuse to edit: evan peters represents dalton her ex(?) husband, not ethan. (side note: i wonder if she’s thought back to the line in thank u, next where she says she hopes she’ll only get married once. either way the song is still a smash!) i of course forgive my confusion because, for reasons unknown even to myself, i assumed the majority of this album was about the forbidden romance that soon overflowed into her public relationship with spongebob, but it’s not! this is very much a breakup album and nobody is bored in it.

i’m really fascinated by this because ariana took such a turn in disappearing from the public eye after getting together with dalton (which was certainly aided by the pandemic). as a non-stan, i couldn’t tell you what little she HAS been putting out, but if the inimitable joan summers couldn’t find pictures of her for a two year period, it’s safe to say she was lying low. and yes there have been jokes and supposition about “ariana wasn’t allowed to talk about the divorce as per their agreement but she sang about it~~” BUT! if we take that into consideration (and also rely on the journalistic analysis of e4f), most of the negative press and comments came from dalton and his camp. divorce agreements and technicalities of speech aside, i think she chose a much kinder way to speak about their relationship. even she says she wishes she hated him (knowing very little about their relationship, I’m happy to hate him off of the line about him turning the tv up on her crying) but she doesn’t! even with songs like the boy is mine, supernatural, and ordinary things, she really details a story of a relationship disintegrating with both her and dalton finding other people. it’s certainly not the cheating homewrecker story everybody was running with months ago. even if the arianators turn on dalton, he’s still spared any real damage to his reputation because she doesn’t paint him as a monster, scoundrel, narcissist, etc. not to get too “a man can laugh but a woman can only chortle” about it, but i hope people who wrote ariana off listen and reconsider that despite the tabloids and the lyrics, none of us know what went down in that marriage.

okay but what about the music? this will maybe be the shortest part of this blog (oops!), but I’m really fascinated with the narrative around and in the album. the music, I’ll probably need to listen for another week before i have anything worthwhile to say (i need to go full geek on it). keeping it brief, it felt very airy. sonically it sounds like the imaginary room the cover was shot in: spacious and full of sunbeams. something about some of the songs (wait for your love and yes, and?) felt very 80s to me, but i’d need a psychoanalyst to explain that to me. you still hear an rnb influence throughout, but why wouldn’t you? obviously the boy is mine, but true story as well with the bass straight out of “pony” by ginuwine and a drum pattern (pattern, not sample, don’t get it twisted) similarly to “don’t hurt yourself” by beyoncé. my personal favorite of the album was imperfect for you, but i’m a sucker for a pedal tone that creates dissonance, what can i say?

if you’ve actually read this far thank you? im amazed that you read a 20 mile long blog that frankly, is not even well written yet. xoxo 🐇

#music #blogpost #eternal sunshine #ariana grande

[markantonys]

wheel of time books rated by cauthor content

the eye of the world: The Great Cauthor Roadtrip in all its glory. there’s bedsharing, there’s handholding, there’s cuddling for warmth, there’s comforting after nightmares, there’s caretaking while sick, there’s everything you could ask for. if i even tried to start listing specific moments we’d be here all day, but i will note that “i won’t leave you. i won’t leave you no matter what.” and “you’re rand al’thor, that’s who you are. with the ugliest face and the thickest head in the two rivers.” are two of my top most romantic WOT lines of all time. 10/10

the great hunt: they spend a good chunk of the book separated, but there’s still plenty of content to go around. rand’s main motivation throughout the book is to find the dagger to save mat’s life. mat finds out rand can channel and angst ensues. “i thought we were.............however you want it, al’thor” drives me insane to this day. 7/10

the dragon reborn: they don’t see each other all book, but they do think about each other. the first thing out of rand’s mouth in this book is “do you think mat is all right?” mat spends a lot of time angstily thinking about rand being the dragon reborn, reflecting on their friendship, and clearly missing him despite his insistences that rand is dangerous now and mat doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore. still, no actual interactions to sustain us. 4/10

the shadow rising: The Great Cauthor Roadtrip Part 2: Desert Edition. boy does this book feed us. mat feeling such a strong ta’veren pull to rand that he can’t even SAY he’s going to leave him, let alone actually leave. rand saving mat’s life in rhuidean by giving him mouth-to-mouth, and then the two of them having a solid Battle Couple moment. mat sitting quietly alone with rand all day after rand finds out about his birth parents, setting aside his uneasiness about rand’s channeling to be there for him when he needs him. and so many other wonderful moments, too many to list. 10/10

the fires of heaven: i think of this book as having cauthor bookends. the whole middle is devoid of cauthor, but their moments at the beginning and end are godtier. rand starts and ends the book by using balefire to save mat’s life. there is a whole chapter dedicated to mat telling rand he’s finally leaving (after which he does not actually leave, of course) and every second of it is iconic. mat lingers shaking rand’s hand thinking about how different his hand feels now than it used to before all the trauma started, and after mat leaves for what rand thinks is the last time, rand tells asmodean to play the saddest song he knows. they are both such angsty melodramatic bisexuals about each other in this book. 9/10

lord of chaos: we have only two cauthor interactions in this book, both brief and one just a flashback. both times rand displays trust in mat despite his growing suspicion of most other people, and both times mat worries about rand’s wellbeing in his narration and it’s clear he still cares for rand despite his uneasiness about who he’s becoming. good scenes, but scraps compared to the wealth of content we enjoyed in previous books. 5/10

a crown of swords: no cauthor interactions, but mat spends the whole book hanging out with rand’s girlfriends and proving himself a natural fit for the polycule. and the line “he had promised to keep [elayne] safe for rand. he had promised.” is so godtier that it singlehandedly gives this book a cauthor rating of 2/10

the path of daggers: mat isn’t even in this book and rand has almost no thoughts about him, but “‘mat’s alive,’ rand snarled. ‘i’d know if he was dead.’” is husband behavior for sure. 0.1/10

winter’s heart: “for some odd reason, [mat] felt sure he would know if rand died” more husband behavior! mat sees rainbows every time he thinks about rand and goes “okay i’m just gonna stop thinking about him” but literally Cannot. on rand’s end, he gets 1 point for wanting to see mat when he gets to caemlyn but loses that point for not being worried that mat never arrived in caemlyn or asking elayne and nynaeve what happened to him. 1/10

crossroads of twilight: mat and rand continue to see rainbows when they think about each other and also progress to having visions of what the other person is doing at the current moment, but this only happens once each and otherwise they do not think about each other. 0/10

knife of dreams: mat repeatedly has magical visions of rand having sex and is shook about it. he has such trouble Not Thinking About Rand that he has to institute a rule that no one is allowed to talk to him about rand. talmanes says with full confidence that mat can pay the band when rand gives him titles and estates, because he clearly believes that mat is rand’s sugar baby. no significant thoughts about mat on rand’s end. 1.5/10

the gathering storm: mat is worried about rand when he sees via magic vision that he’s lost a hand and looking kinda mad, and when he learns that verin has seen rand recently, his first question is whether rand is doing okay. rand learns that mat kidnapped the seanchan empress and says “well IF that’s true then he had a good reason because mat has done nothing wrong ever in his life” and proceeds to declare that mat is a good man and as solid a friend as anyone could ask for. and there are several other excellent crumbs on both sides. 3/10

towers of midnight: mat continues to struggle with Not Thinking About Rand, at one point so obviously that moiraine gives him a weird look and he blushes and gets flustered. rand includes mat in the list of loved ones who have helped him turn out well. 0.5/10

a memory of light: REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD except it actually doesn’t because their one scene together was so lackluster compared to all rand’s goodbye scenes with his other loved ones. however, mat saying “you can trust rand al’thor with the world itself” is the most romantic thing i’ve ever read in my entire life, and mat proudly flying rand’s banner and rushing to shayol ghul to protect him is also peak romance. also “your life is a gift from the dragon reborn, gambler” took me out, even the heroes of the horn ship cauthor. 4/10

#i have been painstakingly compiling this research over many months and now the results are in #cauthor #rand al'thor #mat cauthon #the wheel of time #wot #wot book spoilers

[cowboyhorsegirl]

CAP-IM Rec Week: Absolute Faves Monday

a quick & dirty reclist of all some of my absolute best beloved stevetony fic faves <3

You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) by @kiyaar

“Why don’t you take that off,” Tony whispers back, and he tugs at the guy’s mask. He tries an arm around his waist, firm, solid, hot. Tony is hard and it’s obvious. He thinks he’d be more of a gentleman about it under normal circumstances, but in this place, it’s like a handshake. He shudders and his back muscles move beneath Tony’s hand. Tony’s pants grow tighter. He smells like Barbasol. A well-respected man. Tony wants to disrespect him. (an AU where Steve never gave up the Nomad mantle, Tony has a coke habit, and they meet on the dance floor at Studio 54.)

Podfic available from @whenasinsilks!

Please everyone go read this fic immediately and then report back so we can all go disco dancing together while screaming abt the SteveTony identity porn mutual pining drug-fueled blowjob of all time <3

Sins of Omission by @kiyaar

A Post-Civil War, Pre-Secret Invasion AU where Steve is dead, Tony's a mess, and everything sucks. In which Tony deals poorly with Steve's death, falls off the wagon, sees ghosts, and misses a lot. Oh, and the Skrulls are about to invade.

Literally a classic, this fic is the SteveTony Odyssey.

Under God by @isozyme

“Captain America represents the values of our country. The recent allegations about his sexuality are specious and designed to smear an American icon. Captain Rogers regularly attends the Church of Saint Agnes and invites the citizens of New York to attend worship with him this Sunday, April 14th. God bless America.” Nobody was ever going to know. Steve would be a good husband, a good father, and he’d never give in to sin and touch another man. But Steve makes two mistakes, one after the other: he leaves two words out of the Pledge of Allegiance, and he doesn’t notice a camera flash among the strobe lights of a dark club, because he’s dancing with his clumsy hands on Tony’s hips.

Podfic available from Cathalinaheart!

No words, only ugly beautiful emotions about being gay in the Zeroes, internalized homophobia, falling in love, and perhaps even preempting the Iraq War.

the face and the mask are mirrors, baby (the genderqueer remix) by @imaginaryelle

When Tony’s young, he thinks maybe he’s built wrong. He thinks: Maybe one day, if he gets good enough, he’ll be able to redesign Tony Stark. Cast himself in a new mold. One day, he’ll be better.

I actually think this fic was created in a secret lab specifically for me to read and be irrevocably changed and made better by it; sharing so that you all can also partake in the revolutionary experience of reading this fic and being better for it too :)

Semaphore by DevilDoll

"I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard."

Podfic available from crinklysolution!

To me, this is always The 2012 Avengers-era SteveTony fic. In my eyes, it eclipses and predominates the whole of its fandom. It was I think, maybe the first MCU SteveTony fic I read back when I first got into this fandom over 10 years ago and it's stuck with me ever since, and if that isn't enough of a recommendation then I simply do not know what is!

Amor Fati by citsiurtlanu

Tony Stark has always known what the words on his wrist are supposed to lead to. What he's never known is who the words are for. 616 soulmate AU.

Honestly and truly and genuinely don't have the words to articulate how heartwrenchingly gorgeous this fic is. It has pulled real life tears from me and imprinted itself into my memory. For all the ups and downs of 616 canon, we can thank every moment of it for having existed because citsuirtlanu was able to distill it down into this incredible, incredible story. <3

Five Days a Week by @festiveferret

The day after Pepper's funeral - after Rhodey has come and gone, after Natasha has come and gone, after Tony has forcibly sent Happy away - Tony looks out of the front window, Morgan snoozing in the crook of one arm, and sees a dark, heavily-tinted car in the driveway.

The perfect, the perfect Endgame fix-it. There's a certain kind of magic in this story that I don't think I've found in any other stevetony fic to date. This fic is heartbreak and grief and guilt and friendship and romance all rolled into one indescribably lovely story.

#It's still Monday where I am so this rec list still counts! #capimrecweek #fic! #stevetony #i can't believe there's so much incredible fic in this fandom truly we are blessed with a bountiful and talented community <3

[frankcastleonlyfans]

hello again!! omg I'm so glad you liked the idea thank you for answering! it's really sweet of you and you seem so comforting for me! actually, i'm in my angst era too, so... you know... i've got too many angsty fics thoughts.

if you don't mind, i want to talk more about dad!daemon x mom!reader or just husband and wife. maybe it's an unpopular opinion, but i love reading about their interactions. ('5 moment between us' got the best of me) i like reading or just witnessing relationship's crisis, as you said. and marrying (esp if being forced to do it and trying to live in this reality) is quite a change while having children!! is a huge crisis. it's just so interesting to see how these things affect a couple. like that postpartum depression and how they try to handle it together. just imagine daemon saying 'i love you' to his wife for the first time after her first childbirth and peppering her face (or even the whole body) with kisses thanking her for giving him an heir and just worshipping her. how they comfort each other after a fight with the children ('family feud'.. i felt SO sorry). missing and finally having each other (not in a sexual way but like... as a person. just pure adoration and being madly in love). BEING ABLE TO TAME THE ROUGE PRINCE! omg every time you use this line my heart ACHES! it's just another level of wife x husband relationship, so married(ly) domestic, so spiritual for me! i've just realized i need some hcs on this line. like daemon being absolutely whipped not by his children (it's sweet but) but his wife! totally can imagine him being able to sleep after a nightmare only in her arms ('mommy is dead' is a '!!!' i cried so much). liking her braiding his hair and kissing his hairline. being furious and ready to literally kill and turning into a putty when she touches his shoulder. loving waking up beside her and staring lovingly bc omg she's so perfect and she's mine??? hugging her protectively while she's crying. suggesting to buy her just anything and everything while she just asks for a day off with their family. omg i'm gonna cry again... sorry, it's a little too much.

if you ever feel like it, it'd be great but i just wanted to share my thoughts. i guess i've just got too whipped by this image... so yeah. if you don't mind, i'd really like to talk to you more! but you can always tell me to fuck off if ever feel uncomfortable!

oh no, please feel free to share your thoughts with me anytime you want to! 🫶🏽

this love scenarios between y/n and daemon are keeping my heart warm 😩💖 i like to think daemon helps her to deal with the weight of being a mother of four, even thought he couldn't handle it himself. he looks at her with admiration like with this constant look in his face

he worships her body like a temple, the temple that brought children, his blood, into the world. he goes into battle with confident feeling that the only thing that could kill him is his love for her. he loves her, no other woman could have his beating heart in the palm of her hand like y/n does. he would kill for her, and he would die for her

i need to write this comfort scenarios sooooo bad, i live for them and their children 🥺

#frankcastleonlyfans asks #dad!daemon targaryen au

[lucy-sky]

Since you said we could send two requests, I'd love to see a drabble with The Mute and the prompt - first kiss + in the moonlight. No pressure, I'd be happy with either 💖

Moonlight Blossom (The Mute x f!Reader)

1220 words (This one turned a bit too long, but I reread it like 5 times and I can't bring myself to delete anything so let it be); no warnings; gif by me

AO3 link

A/N: It's my first time writing The Mute, and I enjoyed it A LOT *_* (to the point that I'm thinking about possible sequel)

The Reader character is heavily inspired by Olga - Anya Taylor-Joy's character from The Northman... And partly by Misty Day from American Horror Story. In other words, a local friendly witch™, kind, yet mysterious and lonely. Anyway uh... Hope it turned out good enough :')

REQUESTS CLOSED!

The night is filled with fragrance. Herbs, wildflowers and fresh grass, the scent of tree bark and warm soil, cooling down in the midnight air after a sunny day. And also something indescribable, the way only summer nights smell like. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, a content smile playing on your lips. It’s your time and you love it. The forest is your friend, has always been, as long as you remember yourself.

People in the village call you a witch behind your back, same as they used to call your mother before. There were rumors she had accursed her husband, and the next day he was found dead. The rumors lied - there was no curse. Your father died because he used to drink too much knock-off booze and had a pretty explosive temper, so one day a drunken fight simply didn’t end well for him. You’ve never missed him though.

People used to call your mother a witch, but with no disrespect, because there literally wasn’t a single person in the village she hadn’t helped at least once. No matter how badly someone was sick or injured, she always had a special cure. Now that she’s gone, you took her place. She taught you everything she knew, all about herbs, wild berries and potions. What could heal you, ease your pain or make it worse.

It’s Full Buck Moon - time to gather some fresh herbs. You used to help your mother when you were younger, and now you keep doing it alone every year - a ritual that always brings you joy. Walking in the woods at night may sound dangerous, but you are not afraid. You feel exactly where you belong.

As you walk down a familiar path, you suddenly realize you’re not alone - someone is following you. Heart beating faster, you turn sharp round and instantly feel relieved as you see him.

“Oh, it’s you…”

You don’t really trust men - your father is to blame. But when you found this tall dark-haired man at the shore, badly wounded, almost at death's door, there was no hesitation on your part - you simply couldn’t leave him there to bleed. Your mother wouldn’t. She always taught you to help people in need. She believed there’s a kind of invisible force that runs the world and everyone’s lives. God or Destiny - whatever you call it, it sees everything, and if you're being kind, it will pay you back when you need it the most. The more you give - the more you receive, that’s what she used to say.

It took a rather long while, but you managed to heal his body. With his soul though, it’s way more complicated. He didn’t say a word to you, so you have no idea what he’s been through and who did this to him. But you can sense that something is torturing his mind, waking him up in the middle of the night gasping for air after another bad dream. There’s one thing you know for sure by now - he’s a decent man.

You were suspicious of him at first, you can’t deny. A few nights you slept with a knife underneath your pillow. But slowly you both learned to trust each other, and now you find his silent presence oddly comforting. There’s this quiet gentleness behind his rough exterior, in the way he looks at you with unspoken kindness and gratitude. It tells you he’s a good person, no matter what horrible things he might have seen or done.

The Mute cocks his head, glancing at you softly as if apologizing for startling you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, examining his expression as he comes closer. He’s been around long enough, so you already learned to read it.

“Oh. I see. You’re worried about me? Please don’t. It’s just my usual routine. Some flowers I need only bloom at full moon. I’ll be fine, trust me. Been doing this for years. Go back to sleep, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

You give him a reassuring smile and continue your way. He doesn’t go away though. You can hear his footsteps behind your back - he clearly doesn’t want to leave you alone in the woods, and it gives you an unusually warm sensation. It’s new for you, and even though it’s totally unnecessary, you’re still glad he decided to join you tonight. It’s something so personal, something you only shared with your mother before, and now you realize you don’t mind sharing it with your silent companion as well.

He follows you to the moonlit meadow - your most favorite spot. The moon is amazingly bright tonight, not a single cloud in the sky, stars twinkle silently above your heads.

“Isn’t it beautiful here? You know, sometimes I just lie here in the grass, watch the moon and the stars, and it’s like I’m all alone in the entire world. You know what it feels like?” you ask, and he nods in reply. Of course he knows. He’s just as lonely as you are, maybe that’s what draws you together. As much as you love your quiet solitary life, every human being needs another human being. It’s a law of nature, simple as that.

For a few minutes you’re busy picking the flowers. The Mute helps, so the work goes fast. Once you’re done, you put your basket on the ground and lie down on the grass with a deep sigh.

“I want to stay here for a little while,” you say, as you close your eyes.

He watches you, hesitant for a split second, before getting down to lie beside you. The light brush of his fingers against your arm makes you shiver, and you turn to look at him. There’s a soft, barely visible smile on his lips as he hands you a delicate white flower. You bring it to your nose, inhaling its scent, and when your eyes meet his again, you think you could drown in their depths. Slowly, you reach out to tuck the flower in his dark curls. The chuckle he makes causes your heart to swell with sudden tenderness, and you let your fingers tentatively stroke his bearded cheek. His hand, big and warm, finds yours, you watch him pressing a kiss against your knuckles, and then it happens. Without thinking, driven by pure instinct, you lean closer and press your lips against his. It feels weird and awkward, and you instantly want to hide, but then his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, and he kisses you, for real this time. It’s tender and incredibly sweet - the softness of his lips and the light scratch of his beard. The gentle bump of your noses against each other and the warmth of his breath. The quiet hum he makes when you open up to him, welcoming his tongue to slide against yours. You can’t tell how long it lasts, but it leaves you all flushed and breathless.

Your first kiss. That’s what it feels like, now you know. It’s like flowers blooming in your chest and butterflies in your belly. Beautiful. Smiling blissfully, you lean into him, nestling your head against his firm chest. Closing your eyes, you feel his fingers caressing your hair as the steady beating of his heart lulls you to sleep.

Thank you for reading!! (and for this request, omg)

Tags: @skvatnavle, @chellestrash

1500 Milestone Celebration Drabbles Masterlist

#the mute #the mute x reader #pilgrimage #jon bernthal fanfiction #requests #drabble #follower milestone #lucy tries to write

[la-squadra1234]

This one is fluff (I think) “Hxh characters seeing their daughter in her wedding dress/walking their daughter down the isle

Aww this one is super cute and sweet!

Of course I can do this one. I am definitely going to love it.

Thank you so much for the request!

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Feitan-“you….you look nice” “ thank you so much dad I am so excited!” “ so…am I” he would feel kind of dumb when he walks his daughter down the aisle because of how short he is, but he just shoves that aside eventually and he is very proud of his daughter, and how far along they have come <3

Phinks-“oh wow you look very good” “ thank you dad I am so happy!” “ it’s no problem. I am happy that you are happy!” it would be a very good positive moment the entire time, and it would only be good vibes. He would be very happy, walking his daughter down the aisle, with no negative thoughts at all (OK maybe him just falling down and embarrassing. Himself a few times, but that doesn’t count.😭)

Chrollo-“ you look amazing. I am so happy for you” “ thank you dad I am so happy as well” “ as you should be I am very happy as well” this would be the best moment of this man’s life. He actually gets away from the criminal activity and he gets to spend time with his daughter and it’s very wholesome and not only that it’s a whole ass wedding! That’s just amazing for him and his daughter everything went perfectly fine. It was amazing.

Nobunaga-“ you look amazing. Let me take a picture real quick so I can put it on a picture frame and send it to uvogin” “ thank you dad but I don’t think the whole sending it to uvogin will be necessary. I mean he is literally here sitting down in the front aisle you are going to see him and he is definitely going to be recording as well😅” “…. Well, of course I know that but like still pose I need this picture to remember for the rest of my life” the walking down the aisle part would go perfect but Nobunaga would think that he is going to fall and drag you along with him and ruin your night or something like that so he did have a mini heart attack a few times but it’s OK because you guys all got over the night and everything turned out fine

Hisoka-“ you look very good!” “ thank you dad and thank you so much for coming. It means a lot to me. I appreciate it!” “ of course I may not always be there with you in your life but there’s no way in hell I will be caught dead missing your wedding. That would just be unacceptable.” “ now that is something that I can agree with you on.” this man will make sure that every single person is looking at you and he will make sure that your husband is crying when you are walking down the aisle if he’s not, he will kill him immediately. And he will get you an even better wedding if that happens which, of course it did not.

Illumi-“ you look absolutely perfect Mother is going to be freaking out in the audience” “ thank you so much and I can agree with you on that grandma is definitely going to be freaking out see me in a really nice dress. She is definitely going to want to take 1 million pictures of me.” “ well just be prepared. If you know what’s coming then it shouldn’t be too hard to handle.” you guys would make a great conversation and of course it’s a arranged marriage because you are not just getting married to any random men that you want. It’s definitely going to be arranged marriage, but everything would go perfect and I mean literally everything down to the utensils that are on the table in the dining hall..

Silva-“ you look gorgeous” “ thank you dad” “ you’re welcome just be prepared that your mom is going to take a bunch of pictures so brace yourself for that and try your best not to get annoyed, but I will try to make sure that she does not ruin your special day. remember, this day is about you and only you make it how you want it to be” “ thanks dad I will!” it would be very sweet and of course everything would go perfect I mean, there is literally no room for failure at the end of the day anyways failure just is not an option for this family in anyway shape or form

That’s it for today everybody! I really hope everybody enjoyed this. It took me a little while to make but that’s no problem. If it takes a while to make then I will take that while to make😊

It’s 6:08 AM right now and do I have school yes should I be sleeping? Yes can I sleep? No have I not been able to sleep know will I be sleeping tonight properly not😅

I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!

#anime #hunter x hunter #hxh #feitan portor #nobunaga hazama #phinks #nobunaga #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka morow #illumi zoldyck #silva #silva zoldyck #illumi #phinks magcub #feitan #hisoka #chrollo #marriage #Arranged marriage #Walking down the aisle #Fluff #Sweet #Nice #Kind #Funny #uvogin #uvo #hxh uvogin #hxh uvo #getting married

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Worth It

a 911 Lone Star fanfic

Summary: Carlos and his fiance have drastically different days on the job, making Carlos wonder if the life of a first responder is really worth it.

WARNING: contains realistic descriptions of domestic violence, substance abuse, & murder (as dealt with by cops & paramedics).

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Being a first responder was difficult. It meant seeing the worst of people, facing pain and death on a daily basis.

But some days it was totally worth it.

Today had definitely been one of those days, and Carlos was practically floating the whole drive home. It was such a contrast to last week, when he’d come home and attacked his punching bag with such rage that it practically cried for mercy.

After 30 minutes, TK had literally cried for mercy, sick of hearing the repetitive pounding over and over as Carlos took out all his frustrations on the speed bag, though Carlos had been sure to make it up to his fiance later that night.

Last week’s rage had been triggered by the injustice that he was certain was imminent. Carlos knew in his gut that the S.O.B. had murdered his wife, but it was clear the guy was going to get away with it.

But today had turned all that around. So despite the mud, despite being in desperate need of another shower to clean off the grime and the stink, Carlos was happy and proud and couldn’t wait to tell TK all about it.

“Hey, babe,” he called out as he entered the loft and closed the door behind him. “Remember that missing person’s case last week?”

“Missing person?” TK repeated back blankly from the couch.

“The missing woman from the surveillance footage,” Carlos explained, since that had been the start of it all. Assigned to canvas the woman’s neighborhood after she was reported missing, Carlos had discovered that her next door neighbor had a surveillance camera. Rewinding the black-and-white footage to the last night the woman had been seen alive, Carlos had been shocked to observe the woman fleeing her house, crying out for help, as her husband chased her down. The man had eventually dragged her back inside, and she’d never been seen again.

And now Carlos knew why!

Though TK still wasn’t catching on. “Surveillance footage?”

“Babe, the case I worked on all last week. The woman running screaming from her home?” When TK still looked blank, Carlos further prompted, “The fireplace?”

The cop smiled to himself just thinking about it. At first they hadn’t been able to locate any evidence in the house, which wasn’t exactly surprising—domestic violence often took the form of strangulation, which unfortunately didn’t leave any physical evidence behind. But the detective on the case had mentioned that the husband seemed squirrelly when asked a question about his living room, so Carlos had focused his attention there, looking behind every piece of furniture and under each couch cushion.

When he’d exhausted every other location, he’d glanced inside the fireplace’s wood stove insert...and noticed what appeared to be charred remnants of a document. Three hours of sifting through ashes later and he had been able to prove to Detective Hernandez that the woman’s passport had been burned...which meant she couldn’t have run away to her native Mexico as her husband was claiming!

But that wasn’t proof that she was dead, and Carlos had spent days agonizing over the fact that, more than likely, the husband was literally going to get away with murder.

Until this morning, when Carlos had received a call from the detective, letting him know that the man had confessed, and although no mention of it had been made, Carlos was fairly certain that the burned passport had helped loosen the man’s tongue.

Thank God! The bastard hadn’t gotten away with it!

Even better, Detective Hernandez had invited Carlos to be involved in the woman’s recovery. It hadn’t been easy—digging for hours and then having to rappel back up the steep hill—but it had been so rewarding to help bring the victim’s body home. After all, it was the best possible outcome for this terrible situation, and Carlos felt proud that his hard work and dedication would help ensure justice would be served.

And he couldn’t wait to celebrate this victory with his fiance.

“The guy confessed,” Carlos went on, joining TK on the couch, “and I got to help recover the woman’s body today. I don’t know how the department cleaners are ever gonna get the mud stains out of my uniform,” he joked, thankful he didn’t have to launder it himself, “but it was totally worth it.” He playfully elbowed his fiance, adding with a grin, “Though I missed you out there.”

TK looked blank. “Missed me?”

Carlos frowned, surprised that TK hadn’t heard.

“Didn’t they tell you? The 126 came along to help us bring her out.”

The slope had been so steep and precarious that Detective Hernandez had requested assistance. The rig had definitely been needed to haul up the body bag and digging supplies after the extraction; however, there had been no need to call out the paramedics, since there was no medical aid they could render to someone who’d been buried in the ground for a week.

Nevertheless, it would have been fun to see TK in the field, although Carlos enjoyed seeing the others.

“I gave them crap because they were so painfully slow setting up the ropes,” he continued with a smile. “The coroner investigator and I finally gave up waiting and slid down to the site without them.”

Which was part of the reason why his pants were so dirty, as the safest way to descend had been sliding down the steep hill on his ass.

And he certainly hadn’t teased when Marjan and Paul had helped him up the last few feet of the slope at the end of the exhausting call.

“If you’d been there, I’m sure things would’ve gone much quicker,” Carlos teased, his eyes twinkling with the happy memory of the frenetic pace TK had set the first time the two of them had hooked up. Hoping for more of the same tonight, Carlos leaned over to give his fiance a kiss...which TK barely returned.

Pulling back, Carlos realized for the first time that something was wrong.

Really wrong!

“Babe, what is it?” he asked, his proud swagger gone in an instant as his protective instincts immediately took over. He grabbed TK by the shoulders to get a good look at him: the lean paramedic didn’t appear physically unwell, but everything about his demeanor suggested raw pain. “What happened?”

TK looked up, his haunted eyes meeting Carlos’s, though he still seemed miles away as he asked quietly, his voice cracking with emotion, “Decades from now...after I left you for someone else...would you bring me a bottle of tequila if I asked?”

Nothing about that sentence made any sense! But Carlos had interviewed enough trauma victims to know that clarity would come eventually—for now, he simply needed to offer comfort, to make TK feel safe.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he reassured, tenderly taking TK’s hand. It was clear something had happened on a call today, and the sooner TK talked about it, the sooner he processed it, the sooner he could move on. “Start at the beginning.”

TK took a steeling breath before tentatively initiating his story: “So...awhile ago this old guy leaves his wife...for another woman he met in AA.”

Ah. It was already starting to make sense.

And although the unwelcome image of Cooper flashed through his mind—along with TK’s comment about leaving him for someone else—Carlos made sure not to respond other than calmly nodding his head in understanding, letting TK proceed at his own pace.

“So he and his new girlfriend apparently go on a bender—probably not their first—but this one was so bad that the guy soiled their bed, with feces everywhere and the comforter still wet when we got there.”

Carlos had been in places like that before on his beat so his nostrils were instantly filled with the stench, but again he only nodded his head encouragingly.

“So yesterday morning, he calls up his ex-wife...and asks her to bring him a bottle of tequila.”

Now TK’s earlier question made sense.

“And she did?” Carlos assumed.

TK nodded, continuing, “And when he answers the door, he’s already so far gone that he can’t even stand, he’s just crawling on the floor, covered in blood.”

Blood? That wasn’t what Carlos had expected! But before he could interject, TK hurried on, his emotions now in overdrive.

“And seeing the blood, the ex-wife asks about the other woman—the one he left her for—and he tells her he thinks she’s dead. So does she check? Does she call for help? No! She gets a bottle of Coke out of the fridge, pours him a drink, and leaves!”

“Whoa.”

“She just pours him a drink, Carlos! She brings her alcoholic ex a bottle of tequila and pours him a fucking drink!”

Carlos nodded. He could understand the fury and betrayal his fiance was feeling towards the woman, since no doubt TK could easily picture himself in a similar situation.

“So...what happened?” Carlos asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“She tries calling him that afternoon but he doesn’t answer—big surprise! But then she waits until this afternoon—another whole fucking day—before calling his AA sponsor. Can you believe it?! Why, Carlos?! Why did she wait?! Why didn’t she call his sponsor the moment her ex asked for tequila?!”

Carlos didn’t have an answer. It certainly wasn’t what he would’ve done.

He even had Cooper on speed dial, just in case.

“I’m guessing the AA sponsor called for a welfare check?”

TK nodded. “They found the old guy lying right in front of the door, covered in blood, the half-empty tequila bottle still clutched in his hand.”

Blood. TK had mentioned that earlier.

So Carlos was putting two and two together.

“And the girlfriend? Had he killed her while on their bender?” It certainly wouldn’t be the first time alcohol had resulted in a murder.

TK, however, shook his head. “We don’t think so. There was no blood on her. It looks like she just died in bed—she had lots of prescription meds so we’re thinking an accidental OD mixed with the alcohol. From the looks of it, when the guy stripped the bed of his soiled sheets, he accidentally rolled her off...and then just left here there. When we arrived, she’d obviously been dead for days—her legs were dark purple with lividity—yet I still put the electrodes on her, Carlos. I put them on her purple legs because I didn’t want her life to have ended like that, awkwardly wedged between the nightstand and a bed covered with feces and urine.”

Carlos guessed TK had put the ECG electrodes on the guy with the tequila bottle as well, even though deep down he must’ve known it was hopeless.

“You did what you could,” Carlos soothed. He was still curious about the blood, but he didn’t ask. After all, he knew from his own experience that alcoholics could be bleeders, especially an older guy stumbling around, drunk and grieving for his dead girlfriend.

Carlos, therefore, merely squeezed his fiance’s hand, tenderly repeating, “You couldn’t have done anything more for them, baby.”

TK nodded, allowing his fiance to pull him in closer before throwing his arms around Carlos and bursting into tears.

“I don’t want to end like that, Carlos,” he sobbed into his fiance’s shoulder. “It was so...pointless and depressing. And the scary thing is that I COULD end like that. I almost did.”

“But you didn’t,” Carlos reassured, embracing him even tighter. “You got a second chance, TK. And you’re out there every day, making a difference, saving lives.”

Only, the truth was, he hadn’t saved any lives today.

And Carlos hadn’t saved the missing woman.

Now three people were dead, and he and TK hadn’t been able to do a damn thing to prevent it.

Maybe being a first responder wasn’t actually worth it. Other people could go through their lives shutting their eyes to all this misery, all this death, but they couldn’t...because this was literally their day job!

Why on earth should they voluntarily sign up to do this, to expose themselves to all this pain? Maybe this job was just making things worse for TK. Maybe he should—

The sudden sound of the doorbell stopped Carlos’s spiral. Pulling back from his fiance, he asked, “Were you expecting anyone?”

TK shook his head, sniffling, his eyes red with tears.

“I’ll get rid of them,” Carlos said, immediately jumping to his feet and hurrying to the door, wondering who it might be so late on a Monday night.

Although he should’ve known.

“Nancy!” he welcomed as he slid open the front door.

Instead of returning the greeting, she leaned in, asking in a quiet voice, “How is he?”

Of course TK’s partner would’ve been worried, after his behavior at today’s scene. That was one thing that Carlos loved about their coworkers—they truly looked out for each other and always had each other’s backs, both in the field and out.

So Carlos smiled and nodded, whispering back, “Not great, but he’ll probably be better now, knowing you’re here for him.”

The tall paramedic grinned and called behind her, “Okay, guys, let’s roll.”

And suddenly, half of the 126 was streaming through their front door, eagerly asking where Carlos stored the Catan box.

Carlos nervously glanced across the room at his fiance, worried that he wouldn’t be up for a round, but luckily TK seemed to be smiling and greeting their friends, slowly coming out of his daze. Carlos gave a relieved sigh as he slid the door closed and joined the others around the coffee table.

“Can I get you all something?” Carlos asked, automatically heading towards the kitchen, feeling the need to play host to this impromptu gathering.

Paul, however, shook his head. “Nah, man, heroes don’t serve,” he insisted, pulling out a bag of potato chips and a couple six-packs of seltzer from the brown paper bag he’d brought as the others started setting up the game.

“Hero?” TK repeated with a curious smile, looking back and fort between Paul and Carlos.

“Didn’t Carlos tell you?” Mateo asked. “He helped dig up that missing lady today.”

Carlos felt a surge a pride, though he quickly pointed out, “I wasn’t the only one there.”

“Good thing you weren’t,” Marjan teased, “or else you might not have made it back up that hill.”

Carlos immediately started defending his tired state after the dig, but Paul interrupted the friendly squabble by interjecting, “Per Captain Strand, none of us would’ve been there today if it hadn’t been for you, Carlos. Cap was talking to Detective Hernandez while you were down digging, and the detective said the guy was definitely clinging to his ‘ran away to Mexico’ story until he was confronted with the burned passport.”

TK beamed up at Carlos, asking, “Babe, why didn’t you tell me?”

Before Carlos could respond, Mateo asked, “So what made you think to look in the fireplace anyway?”

“Because he’s Carlos,” TK answered, reaching over the back of the couch and grabbing his fiance’s hand with a proud smile, his earlier despair now completely washed away. “He’s a genius.”

“So...if he’s so smart,” Nancy began, “why’s he with you?”

As TK playfully shoved his partner, Carlos couldn’t help but smile.

Being a first responder was difficult.

But having a work family like this—who took care of each other as well as the public at large—definitely made it all worth it.

And he looked forward to TK rewarding him for being a hero tonight after Catan.

...

THE END

#tarlos fic #based on personal experience #though details have obviously been changed #911ls #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #911 ls fic

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Fics in the works

 Updated 04/2023

Hey I know its been a while since I’ve properly published new fics. Honestly  keep coming up with ideas but actually finishing them is the kicker.

Ngl I honestly feel like I need some betas for the works I’ve got going on and if any of these interest you then by all means feel free to message me! And yes some of these are still Maribat 

The Winner Takes The Crown (Princess)

Got into DPxDC and decided to take a crack at it. As usual this thing was supposed to be a one-shot but is 18.9k words so far and counting so three-shot is more likely.

Tags: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Kon-El | Conner Kent & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Danielle "Dani" Phantom/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Danny Fenton/Jason Todd

Summary: When members of the Team get sent out to scout an inconspicuous town in Indonesia with supposed hauntings and missing teens on the night of an eclipse surely nothing could go wrong, right?Meanwhile the Ghost King got tired of every old timey ghost royalty trying to get their hands on his little sister/cousin/clone and got an idea. Why not have them duke it out amongst each other for once. It'd be entertaining at the very least or a disaster waiting to happen at most--- at least that's what his newly appointed Fright Knight thought anyway

Chapters out so far: 1/3 AO3  Part 1

Who The Wayne Are You?!

Why not do a fusion of two crossover fandoms??? (Not sure if I’ll include any romantic ships)

Tags: Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Danny Fenton, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Tim Drake & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain & Danny Fenton, Cassandra Cain & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Misunderstandings, Mistaken Identities

Summary: Its just her luck that on her first day in Gotham City, the literally cursed crime capital of the world that she gets kidnapped. To make matters worst her kidnappers must be blind because they think she’s Cass Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s only daughter, who doesn’t even have blue eyes! Fortunately or unfortunately she’s not the only one in this dilemma--- He was sure that the spirit of Gotham had it out for him; the moment his sister left to go on the tour to Gotham U he gets pushed into a white van (cliché much?). On the bright side it wasn’t the Guys In White, down side the idiots can’t seem to agree if he’s Tim Drake, co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises, or Jason Todd, supposedly dead son of Bruce Wayne (he’s not sure if that’s quite true). Well at least he’s got company. “Ugh just my luck that I get kidnapped literally on my first day in Gotham” “Oh samesie”

Chapter count: Unknown

Tales of Ladyluck and Jinx: Twins Extraordinaire (Wrk ttl)

I mean c’mon the potential for bio siblings Tim and Mari is right there.

Tags: Tim Drake & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Tim Drake & Bridgette Dupain-Cheng, Bridgette Dupain-Cheng & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Jack Drake & Tim Drake, Jack Drake & Marinette-Dupain-Cheng, Sabine Cheng/Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng & Tim Drake, Sabine Cheng & Jack Drake, Jack Drake/Janet Drake, Bad Parents Jack/Janet Drake, Dead Janet Drake, Jack Drake Knows Tim is Robin, Does Not Approve, Surrogate Sabine, Fraternal Twins Tim and Mari, Jack Drake tries to be better, in the end, Bridgette Dupain-Cheng/ Felix Culpa, Quantic Kids

Summary: Tim Drake’s 12 year old, almost but not yet 13, life was falling apart right before his very eyes and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His mother was dead and his father was paralyzed. To make matters worse his father found out about Robin and was vehemently against it; so much so that he was sending Tim away. Turns out Janet Drake wasn’t his biological mother, his parents had used a surrogate. A woman named Sabine Cheng who lived in Paris alongside her husband and daughters. Turns out Tim was a twin; his parents only wanted the son.

As much as he wants to hate this new family he can’t help but crave the affection they provide, the warmth and comfort , that his parents never could. As much as Tim would miss being Robin he had Mari and that was enough. Who knows maybe he’d go back to the Life later on in life?

Chapter count: Unknown

Royal Flush 

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I’ve been really loving these HBIC Marinette stories and decided to try my own out with a fun Maribat twist!

Tags: Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chloe Bourgeois & Nathaniel Kutzberg, Damian Wayne & Jon Kent, Jessica Keynes & Aeon Hill

Summary: For this year’s French-American Friendship Day it was the American's turn to visit and what a lucky coincidence and totally not tampered with by any of the Bats that Gotham Academy was chosen with newly re-enrolled Damian Wayne and recent transfers Jonathan Kent, Jessica Keynes and Aeon Hill. Jess was excited to reunite with her fellow Guardian only... things were different with the Parisians? She couldn’t really explain it but it seemed strange that the students were adorned with symbols; Red Hearts, Yellow Diamonds, Green Clovers and Blue Spades. What did this all mean and why were those without them ostracized? Was this also why Marinette seemed to have a whole wardrobe change and was now friends with mean girl Chloe?

Well it was up to Jess and reluctantly Damian to find out what was the root of the problem alongside sunshine duo Jon and Aeon, also known as the Seasonal Court while also trying to figure out how to offer their help with the Hawkmoth situation.

Chapter count; Unknown

Violet Gold (Working Title)

(Still working on it)

Tags: Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Luka Couffaine/Tim Drake, Adrien Agreste/Conner Kent, Juleka Couffaine/Stephanie Brown, Bart Allen/Jaime Reyes, Kagami Tsurugi & Cassie Sandsmark, Miraculous Team, Young Justice, Soulmate AU

Summary: After a heartbroken meta akuma unleashes her untapped power on all of Paris the citizens all get scatter across the world--- heroes included! While Tygress finds herself mildly concussed and not so alone in a technologically advanced cave with a shadow like girl who intimidating the ever-loving hell out of her and a beautiful amazon who looked badass and like she could kick her ass, even after her recent heartbreak with Rose she felt her heart skip a beat. That’s when she noticed the glowing red band around both their arms. It turns out her fellow heroes were teleported to the same location, each bonding with different teen heroes; Ladybug and Viperion with a red caped black haired hero she didn’t know. As they’d learn the Akuma took them to their soulmates. Journey as these teen caped and non-caped crusaders learn about their ‘soulmates’ and about themselves. All in the name of Love.

Chapter count: 7 (Chapter 1 partially complete)

War (Working Title)

(Still Working on it)

Tags: Bio dad Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous Team, Bat Boys, Bat Girls, Marinette stopped taking shit, salt fic

Summary; Not a Dupain. Not Wanted. Those two phrases echoed in Marinette’s head as she robotically made her way up the stairs after having her world turned. Marinette was not Thomas Dupain’s biological daughter, not only that but her parent’s had enough of her ‘problematic’ behavior and were sending her away to live with her actual father, a man who, after looking him up online, turned out to be billionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprise. Now she must leave her friends behind and move in with complete strangers while juggling her Guardian duties and hero life. Well one thing was for sure; she was done being a pushover. Done being a perfect example and ready to start anew. Gone was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, here comes Marinette Wayne!

Chapter count; 1 (its gonna be a long one-shot)

C’est la vie

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Tags; Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Dick Grayson & Kor’iander, Dick Grayson/Kor’iander, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Conner Kent, Conner Kent/Adrien Agreste, Felix Graham de Venily & Adrien Agreste, Bart Allen & Alix Kubdel, Mal Duncan & Alix Kubdel (more to come)

Summary; (Continuation of Staying Whelmed & Erable AU) Its been two years since the cease of the Parisian heroes. Everyone still  mourns their loss but its time to move on. At least that’s what Dick keeps telling himself, he’s put off being on the team long enough and missed enough family dinners. Honestly he can’t even remember the last time he properly talked to some of his friends, the kwami doing a well enough job of keeping him from completely going off the deep end. With the help of the recently rescued princess Kor’iander of Tamarand he think he’s getting there. Tim on the other hand notices the imbalance of the world; the way certain creatures’ populations have significantly dwindled down, the way the magic users have been losing power, the increase of natural disasters and sudden reappearance of what they believed to be Trixx’s original temple... He can’t help but hope. Hope to regain his brother and fellow heroes, to bring back hope and restore the world’s balance.  After encounters with others in the community he realizes that he’s not the only one that noticed. Now all he needs to do is convince the others that he’s not in denial and isn’t embarking some fruitless endeavor. Well no one said it’d be easy to enter the In-Between

Chapter count: unknown

#Maribat #Maribat au #fics in progress #beta needed #my fics #DPxDC #DPxDC wip #Maribat wip

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Being Brough Back

OOC;;

So *someone* talked me in to coming back to Tumblr. While I wait to see if I'll get to use my old codes, here are my characters available for use:

Barbara Gordon | Oracle | FC: Bryce Dallas Howard | DC Universe A spitfire of a woman, daughter to James Gordon, Barbara has established herself as a veritable good guy kingpin. She provides intelligence and hacking to those who need it, the best technical advisor you could find anywhere. Keep in mind that Babs will not take any shit from anyone, and if she has something on her mind, you can be sure she'll tell you.

Timothy "Tim" Jackson Drake | FC: Ryan Potter | DC Universe

Genius, sleuth, prodigy. Tim is a proud Robin, and knows that his mind is second to very few, if any. Book smart, snarky, and happy to be part of the Wayne family, Tim is a bit of an oddity, but he likes it that way. If only he was a little less serious.

Michelle Evans | "Wolf" | FC: Emilia Clarke | Marvel Universe

Michelle Evans, the daughter of two nobodies that she'd just as soon avoid, became entrenched in SHIELD when she was only 14. Taken away from an abusive family who didn't quite understand her Mutation, the girl is now safely working as a translation expert, not allowed on field missions. She's met the Avengers, sure, but how are you supposed to be allowed out when your mutation is literally a feral creature trapped in human form?

Sarah Rogers | FC: Jessica Chastain | Marvel Universe

Multiple timelines available. The Irish Catholic mother of one Steven Grant Rogers. See Chara page for one Verse idea. Others available.

Wanda Maximoff | Scarlet Witch | FC: Elizabeth Olsen | Marvel Universe

Daughter of a Jewish father and Romani mother, Wanda was raised as a settled Romani woman by Marya and Django Maximoff. Living in Sokovia meant she was raised in a world at war, and it was as a child in this war-torn country that she realized that she was a witch. Keeping it a secret from her parents until they died, Wanda considers herself estranged from both God and the Roma peoples, thinking her mutant gifts nothing more than a curse. Her life was forever entwined with her beloved brother Pietro, One soul in two bodies to her mind. The pair relied on HYDRA to fix their world, only to become experiments. One prison for another, she belonged to the Avengers until the Sokovia Accords threatened to rip her freedom from her, and she ran away to live a life of solitude...missing the other half of her soul, and relying heavily on Vision. (Wandavision and after available.)

Sigyn Freyjasdottir | FC: Bryce Dallas Howard | Marvel Universe/Norse Myth

Sigyn is the daughter of Freyja, the proud goddess of fidelity. Sharp tongued and honest, this Vanir woman is a master of the Seidr, illusory magic her skill of specialty. Married to Loki early on in a marriage of political convenience between the Vanir and the As, she once suffered, but since long before his supposed 'betrayal', she has been in love. The woman is a fierce protector of her 'dead' husband, and will ever defend him.

Fenrir, the Dread Wolf | FC: Alex Saxon | Marvel Universe

You want to talk about a young man with hatred in his heart and a weight on his shoulders, look no further. Fen knows well what was done to him, and feels betrayed every day. Scars in his fur mark the passage of time, and the ever hungry son of Loki stays, chained. He has learned to cast his semblance, though, to give him some kind of gift of FREEDOM, to feel like just another person.

Lyanna Stark | FC: Lyndsy Fonseca | Game of Thrones (MULTIVERSE)

The stoic daughter of the North, Lyanna is a woman that would likely be more at home on the Battlefield than in the castle. However, she was promised to marry Robert Baratheon, much to her chagrin, and was embroiled in her own duty. Never let it be said that Lyanna did not do her best, for Duty and Honor were above all for her at one point in her life. However, a roguish prince from the Royal family claimed her heart, and stole her away from an unhappy arrangement...And she bore him a son. (Multiple Verses Available)

Alice Liddell | FC: Mia Wasikowska| Multiverse

The Liddell line is a delightfully mad thing, and it all began with one girl, dizzy and dreamy. Alice Liddell is the original girl down the rabbit hole, able to slip between one world and the next with such ease that it might well shock others to see.

#ooc #specify muse