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Mothers Day Collection Part 2! (2023)

A followup to my most liked post and honestly the thing I enjoyed writing the most. In honor of Mothers' Day, I present more mom!reader and pregnant!reader stories for your enjoyment. These all take place in the same happy fix-it AU/modern AU where the war will end and the clones live normal lives.

Commander Cody x mom!reader

Captain Howzer x pregnant!mom!reader

Commander Mayday x pregnant!reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy test, pregnancy, references to past shitty relationship. Kissing. Nothing spicy. The last one could be interpreted as mega ANGST, but in this universe it's happy because Mayday lives and he definitely doesn't die.

Mothers' Day Bouquet

Commander Cody x mom!reader

"Alright, time to go sleepyhead. My kids will be here any minute," you say as you place a kiss on Cody's forehead.

The morning had been long and lazy, the quiet kind of morning that comes after a long night of going out and having fun. You and Cody had been holding each other, drifting in and out of sleep, just enjoying each others' presence.

You hadn't been together very long, but things were at the point where the two of you were getting more serious. And you were thinking of introducing Cody to your children. But not yet.

As much fun as it would be to bring him further into your own life, as a single mother, you also knew the danger of getting too close to someone too quickly. It was hard re-entering the dating world, this time as a mother, only to realize that the cycle of meeting-getting close to-and ultimately breaking up with someone would now affect your young son and daughter too, if you decided to make them aware of who you were dating. So introducing them to your new boyfriend would need to wait until you were certain he was going to stay. No-one stays forever, but you wanted to know he would be there... at least for a while.

"Alright, I'm headed out," Cody says, pulling on his clothes and moving toward your front door. "Enjoy Mothers' Day with your kids," he says, planting a final kiss on your lips before departing for the day. "I'll see you later," he adds.

Shortly afterward, your ex drives up and lets your son and daughter out in front of your house. There they are, your twins. The lights of your life.

You go through your activities planned for the day: a nice late morning brunch at a fancy venue nearby followed by a relaxing stroll through a nearby nature preserve. Though you didn't want to admit it, it was hard going through the day seeing couples together with their children. It was a life you thought you would have for yourself but life gave you an alternate experience. You were never meant to be one of those smiling women in holonet commercials, opening up boxes of chocolates or jewelry or receiving an armful of flowers on your special day. None of that was real, you had decided. Not for you.

Since splitting from your ex, and diving into the world of coparenting, you learned to make Mothers Day special on your own. You took it as an opportunity to show your children the importance of Mothers' Day, showed them how to honor the different mothers in their lives, including your own mother (their grandmother). And perhaps most importantly, you showed them how to celebrate you by taking yourself and them out somewhere nice for lunch so you could enjoy a nice meal without having to cook or clean up. Your ex never really celebrated you. Your birthday, your anniversary, or mothers' day. So, your children were not used to seeing you treated to such pampering. Though it was only through the act of gifting to yourself, you decided it was important for them to see that their mother deserved something special every once in a while. And they were happy to celebrate with you.

You manage to have a good day out with your twins. They were well-behaved as they understood the importance of the occasion. And you were grateful to have them. They were the only good thing that came of your last relationship. You drop them off in the evening with your ex as planned per your custody agreement and hug and kiss them good bye for the night. Then, you head back to your house for a quiet evening at home.

You pour yourself a glass of wine and sit down on your couch to indulge in the latest sleazy holofilm. But suddenly, a knock on your door disturbs you from your entertainment. Who could be knocking the door at this hour? you think to yourself, puzzled.

Upon opening the door, you discover a delivery person with a large vase full of flowers. "I have a delivery for... uh.... you, I suppose," they say shyly. A flower delivery? For me? You stare in disbelief momentarily before coming to your senses. "Thanks kid," you say, taking the bouquet from their arms. You place the vase on your kitchen counter and admire it. It looks just like the ones you'd seen in advertisements this year. Not something you'd find at your local supermarket. Someone went out of their way to get these.

You reach out and touch the velvety petals and foliage of the arrangement. Verdant. Elegant. Lovely.... Real. While admiring the beauty of the blooms on your counter, you notice a small card attached to the vase.

Hope you enjoyed your special day. xo, Cody

Thank You

Captain Howzer x pregnant!mom!reader

"Bzzzzzz!! Bzzzzzz!" Howzer makes little spacecraft noises as he tries to maneuver the pink plastic spoon into your toddler's mouth. "Mwwahhhh!" she cries, flailing her arm and causing the wet cereal to fling out of the spoon onto your husband's face signaling that she is done with her meal.

"Ahhh!" Howzer exclaims, wiping the cereal from his eye. "You got good aim, Soraya." Howzer gathers up her messy plastic dishes and moves to place them in the sink. "You get that from your mama," he says, leaning over to give you a kiss on your cheek.

"Hmph," you snort with amusement. Indeed she did get it from you. You were always the better shot. Not that Howzer was incompetent with a blaster. It's just that you had been a sniper in the GAR. And that's how you met the man who would become your husband. And now that the war was over, he became the father of your child. And your child to be.

You finish chewing up the veggies that were in your mouth and turn to give him a proper kiss. "Soraya's our sassy child. You think the next one will be sweet?" you ask.

Howzer places his hand atop your swollen belly and rubs it gently. "If he isn't, then I'm willing to keep trying for another," he says, closing in for another kiss, this time on your forehead.

Howzer finishes cleaning up Soraya and the kitchen, allowing you to finish your meal in peace, and then he takes your dishes while you relax on the couch.

You close your eyes for what feels like a minute, but upon awakening, you realize that you had been asleep for hours! Howzer is quietly working in the kitchen, preparing things for dinner.

"Howzer, I had no idea..." you begin. "You were so tired?" Howzer chuckles, walking over to you, taking you into his arms. "I suppose so," you say, still waking up. "I figured you were tired, so I let you sleep. You didn't sleep well last night anyway." And this was true. Last night hadn't been restful.

"But what about the yard work we were gonna do today?" you yawn. "It's ok, love. I did it already," he replies. You look through the gauzy curtains of your living area. It's true. The yard is neatly trimmed and orderly.

"And the grocery shopping?" you ask. "Took care of it," Howzer says, rubbing your arms. And clearly, the evidence lay before you. Howzer was diligently prepping meals for the week and cooking up something nice for tonight already.

"Where's Soraya?" you ask, noticing your toddler is absent. "She's down for her nap still. Looks like you weren't the only tired one in the house, " Howzer winks, returning to his food prep in the kitchen.

You take a moment to look around your house. Everything is neatly put away and tidy. Howzer must have cleaned up earlier when Soraya first went to sleep. "You cleaned..." you start to say, pointing out the dusted shelves, and mopped floors. "...thank you," you add.

"No need to thank me. It's called responsibility," Howzer says, rolling his eyes. "I have a toddler. I have a pregnant wife. I need to step it up around here. You can't do everything all the time, especially not now. And it's not gonna get easier once we have the second baby," he adds.

You take a seat at the kitchen table and watch Howzer work. He cuts up a variety of legumes and leafy things along with some meat to make a delicious looking, and smelling, stew. All from scratch.

"If anything, I should be thanking you," Howzer says, continuing to work. "Why?" you say, still a little groggy from your nap.

"For saying yes," he says. Putting down his utensils, wiping his hands on a towel, and coming to you at the table. "For saying yes when I asked you to marry me. So we could make this life and family together."

Howzer leans down to kiss you and you return the gesture, rising to meet him. You feel your unborn son kick and you can tell Howzer feels it too, as his body was pressed into yours. You can feel his lips curling into a smile as he kisses you. "I felt that," he whispers as you can't help but smile either. "I think we got another sassy one on the way," he teases, placing his hand on your belly again, feeling the little kicks as the boy continues. "Oh no," you whine with faux disappointment. You smile against his lips, keeping your eyes closed together. "Guess we'll have to try again after this one."

One Day

Commander Mayday x pregnant!reader

You knew this day would come. Honestly, you knew. But what you didn't anticipate was how heavy it would weigh on you.

When you first met Mayday, he was just for fun. A handsome commander for you to spend your free time with. Someone you had some laughs and some amazing times with in bed...

But those steamy nights turned into long late night talks. Those long late nights turned into long mornings together. Talks over coffee, then breakfasts. Late night meetups turned into early evening date nights. Trying new things together whenever he was around. Just enjoying being alive during the time you had together.

You knew he was a clone trooper and that eventually his duty would call him away from your home planet to some faraway place. You knew that from the moment you met. But back then it didn't matter. He was just a guy you were having fun with. No big deal.

You just had no way of knowing that you would fall in love, and that this roll-with-the-punches type of trooper would have fallen in love with you too.

Holding back tears, you watch him gather his things from the previous night and pack them away into his bag. He would be shipping out today with his battalion to a remote outpost on a snowy planet.

"How long will you be there?" you asked him weeks ago, when he got his orders for his next assignment. "At least a full standard year," Mayday replied gruffly. You knew he wasn't happy about it either, but there was nothing he could do.

"Darling," Mayday whispers, reaching to you, noticing the tears in your eyes. You turn into his gentle hand and press your cheek into his palm, letting your eyes close and the tears run over. "It's going to be ok," he says quietly.

"What are we going to do?" you had asked him only days ago. You hadn't been feeling right lately and that spurred you to take a pregnancy test. The indicator shone brightly with the result: You were pregnant. "This isn't allowed for you..." you said, breaking down in tears. "When the war is over, darling...." he started to say before your sobs cut him off. "We can make it work..."

"How do you know?" you ask, more tears streaming down your face. Mayday cups your face tenderly and looks into your eyes. "Because I'm gonna do my best out there. Gonna do my part to end this war as quickly as possible so I can get back to you," Mayday says earnestly.

You can no longer hold back any more tears and sobs, and at this point bury your face into his chest plate. The cold armor plate serves as a hard barrier between you and his warmth. Much like the war itself which stood in the way of you living a normal life together.

"I want a life with you, Mayday," you say through your sobs. "I want us to be together. With our baby."

"We will, one day," Mayday says, his voice breaking. The sound of it further breaking your heart. "I will fight like hell to see it happen," he says with such determination, he almost growls the words out.

Mayday pulls you away from him so he can look in your eyes again. "I want to hold our little baby," he says, running his hands up and down your sides.

You smile a broken smile, knowing what he wishes for is bittersweet. "She or he won't be little a baby anymore by the time you get back," you say, injecting the cold truth of reality into his fantasy. "You're right," Mayday says, his own eyes now spilling tears of his own.

After a few moments, Mayday shoulders his pack and heads for your door. He needs to make it to the transport landing in time for departure. "I promise, as soon as this war is over, I can leave that outpost... I'm coming straight back here. To marry you. To hold our baby..." Mayday continues, pulling you in tight.

"One day," you repeat his words from earlier. Holding him, you gather strength from within to begin the longest wait of your life. You know that when he steps outside your door, that you never really know if you will see him again. You steady your breathing and look at him one last time.

"One day," Mayday promises again, placing a final kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the morning crowd on the sidewalk.

#commander mayday x reader #commander cody x reader #captain howzer x reader #clone trooper x reader #mom!reader fanfiction #pregnant!reader fanfiction

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lionlena · 9 months

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Too many shadows behind you (JavierPeñaxf!readerxJoelMiller)

Summary: You were born in Laredo, but you didn't meet Javier until he came back from Colombia. You quickly fell in love with him and became his wife. You were happy, but… Shadows of the past begin to haunt Javier, and you lose the fight for his love and look for it in the arms of someone else.

Generally, it's JavierxReader but Joel also appears. Feel warned.

Warnings: age gap, angst, hurt, PTSD, mentions about rape and murders, reader cheating her husband Javier, Yes you read that right, READER cheats on Javier, Javier is a faithful husband.

Sorry, I needed angst

Hold on this will hurt more than anything has before What it was, what it was, what it was I've brought this on us more than anyone could ignore What I've done, what I've done, what I've done

You were born in Laredo, but you didn't know Javier Peña. You were fourteen years younger than him, so when he left town, you were the kid who had no interest in gossiping about a failed wedding. When you came of age you left your city to study abroad in England. After college, you lived there for a few more years, and you probably would never have returned to your parents' ranch if it hadn't been for your Dad's death.

Your mom was left alone on the ranch and you couldn't leave her with everything. So you came back to Laredo and lived with your mother. Your ranch was bordered by Peña ranch. Chucho wanted to buy some land from you, and that's how you met his son, Javier, who just returned from Colombia.

You always thought the saying "love at first sight" was a pipe dream, but... You fell in love with him at first sight. Of course, you heard rumors about him, but instead of alienating you, they made you die of curiosity. You wanted to find out how much truth there was to his reputation. You started looking for an opportunity to meet him and to your surprise, he seemed infatuated with you.

The first time he asked you out, you felt like a teenager in love. Javier seemed perfect to you. He was handsome, intelligent, funny, sweet, and... You had the best sex ever with him.

Your life became perfect, and that was just the beginning.

After six months of dating, Javier proposed to you and you accepted. You knew your wedding would be quiet and modest, but you didn't mind. You loved Javier Peña. You accepted him and didn't mind his past.

For the first few months, you were really happy. Javier was a caring, loving husband. He had a lot of experience in bed and he used all the knowledge he gained to make you indecently shout his name. And you tried to be his sweet wife. Always greeting him with a smile and a warm dinner. Javier worked hard on the ranch during the day but always spent the evenings with you. You watched TV together, talked, and read books. Sometimes Javier would fall asleep with his head in your lap, and sometimes he would carry you to bed and make you feel like a princess. You thought this idyll would last forever, but you were very wrong.

The shadows of the past that Javier was dragging behind him grew a little bigger and bigger every day. You didn't notice when your whole house was surrounded by them.

It started with little things. One night you heard Javier crying in his sleep and whispering the name "Helena". You didn't feel envy but worry. You woke him up and worriedly asked who was that woman in his dreaming, but Javier refused to tell you, saying it was too traumatic. You respected it.

But it was happening more and more often. The names changed, but Javier's reaction never did. Then came insomnia. You tried to help him, but Javier keep you at a distance. He started smoking more and drinking more. One night he came home so drunk he could barely stand. As you helped him into the living room, he grabbed your face and whispered: "Run... I destroy everything... Everything, you understand? Everyone... They raped her... And I was helpless and... I saw... I saw... How he killed that kid and... I didn't do anything."

You were so shocked by his confession that you didn't know what to say. You just nodded your head but of course, you stayed. You didn't run away. You could not. You loved him, but the shadows behind him were getting thicker and you were suffocating.

Javier became cold and distant. There was nothing left of the sweet and loving husband he was. You were two strangers who lived in the same house.

You really tried. You still dressed nicely, bought sexy lingerie, and cooked delicious dinners, but... After two years you lost your strength. You just couldn't fight for something that no longer existed. Your marriage didn't exist. You knew he wasn't cheating on you, but you... That was a different story.

You weren't looking for an opportunity to cheat, it just happened. You met Joel by accident when his construction supplies truck blocked your exit. You made a fuss with him and he politely apologized and said he just didn't know the area. His company got a contract to repair an old bridge, and suddenly you felt stupid. You realized that you took out your anger at Javier on him.

The next day you brought him cupcakes as an apology and you two started talking. You found out that he had a daughter who was about to start college, so he took jobs even far from home if they paid well. You also found out that he is raising her alone. Joel was a little older than Javier but just as handsome and had the same brown eyes. You didn't even know when you first landed in his little hotel room and... You betrayed Javier. Not once, not twice... Many times. He knew you were married, of course, but you explained the situation to him, and to your surprise, he thought you deserved a better man, which was him. You didn't allow yourself to think that at first. Leave Javier, never. You told yourself that Joel was just an adventure. But you fell in love, and when his assignment was done, he offered you, to go with him. Of course, you rejected the idea. You couldn't leave your whole life for a lover. Joel accepted it with difficulty and left you a note with his address telling you that you can come to him at any time.

You rejected the idea at first. You went back to being a lovely, sweet wife, but Javier was still the same. Gloomy, introverted, dry. And suddenly he wasn't the only one with shadows behind him. You had yours too. The atmosphere in your home was getting worse and worse. You and Javier started arguing. Screams and mutual accusations filled your home. During one of your arguments, you shouted, "I cheated on you, you idiot, and you didn't even notice! I've been fucking another guy for weeks!"

Javier looked like you hit him. He looked at you with sad puppy eyes and whispered, "Really?"

You suddenly realized what you said. You covered your mouth with your hand. Maybe you should say then that it's not true, that you only said it to hurt him. But you couldn't lie and nodded your head.

Javier looked so broken that your heart broke. How could you do this to him? Maybe you should hold on, six months, a year...

He sat down on the couch and hid his face in his hands. You carefully sat next to him and swallowed.

"Javi" you whispered. "I..."

"It's my fault," he replied blankly. "I know that. You don't have to explain yourself." He looked at you and asked, "Who is it?"

"He is... He was working on building a bridge. He's already back in his town."

Your husband looked at you intently for a moment. Finally, he said, "So, your affair is over?"

You hesitated before answering. "I think so."

Javier raised his eyebrows, then nodded as if he already knew everything. "He wanted you to leave with him."

You gasped in surprise, but then mentally scolded yourself. What did you expect? Your husband was chasing Escobar and Cali Cartel. Working you out was nothing to him.

"I stayed with you," you said.

You wanted to touch Javier, but he pulled away and said, "I'm not mad at you. I really understand that you were looking for happiness with another man, but I don't understand why you are deceiving yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Our marriage is a failure."

You wanted to deny it, scream that it was so good when you are together, but... It seemed like a very distant memory.

"Aren't you going to try to fight for our relationship?" you asked with a trembling voice.

Javier smiled sadly at you. "I think you've already decided for me."

You let the first tears roll down your cheek. "So that's it?"

Javier's hand went to you with the intention of stroking your cheek, but he finally backed off and said, "Protect yourself first. When they ask about our divorce, don't hesitate and say it's my fault that I cheated first. "

"Javi..."

He stood up and looked down at you, "Just do it."

He leaned in and kissed you on the forehead, then walked away and left you with a completely shattered heart.

We'll fall just like stars being hung by only string Everything, everything, here is gone No map can direct how to ever make it home We're alone, we're alone, we're alone Oh take it all away I don't feel it anymore Oh take it all away

*William Fitzsimmons - I Don't Feel It Anymore

Part 2

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x reader #narcos fanfiction #angst #hurt #sadness

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oldbutnotyetwise · 3 months

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Dying Wisdom

Something interesting happens as you are approaching your own death, people suddenly think that you have gained wisdom. They ask you questions and wait for something profound to come from your mouth or keyboard. Has this act of dying suddenly made me wise? No, I don’t think it has, but what it has done is it has given me the gift of clarity. Suddenly I am able to see through the haze of all the things that don't matter, something that was so hard to do through most of my life. Suddenly I can see, and understand what is important, what really matters, which in some ways can give the impression that I am wise.

I have a counsellor named Gord who visits me every other week. He is a quiet, gentle and wise man. He is a counsellor connected with some of the nearby Hospices. He has been asked to speak to an area Men’s Group, and he has been asked to share what wisdom the men in his Palliative Care Ministry would share with this group of men based on their current and life experiences. What follows is my reply to Gord about his question to me.

It can happen to you. I think we all wander through life feeling we are somewhat invincible. I was in good shape, loving my retirement, living my best life when suddenly the trap door under me opened and the world I knew was suddenly gone forever. So next time you drive by that cancer hospital, see that disabled person struggling, visit that dying friend in the hospital, pause for a second and realize that that person could be you…..I hope it never is, but it could be.

Stop putting everything off until tomorrow because sometimes tomorrow doesn’t come. My wife and I had planned adventures but put them off as we had moved to our dream property and got busy there. I feel badly that I didn’t give her some of those dream vacations because she deserved them, but I just thought we had more time. Even after getting my terminal diagnosis we got busy taking care of things to prepare for what was coming, and I missed the chance to travel before my illness took the opportunity for travel away from me, from us.

Life isn’t about collecting “things”, life is about loving, making memories, helping others, pursuing happiness and just maybe leaving the world a little better than you found it. All the money in the world can’t save me, but somehow as I journeyed through life I managed to collect a menagerie of the best friends one could ever ask for. Walking the road toward your impending demise can be a lonely and scary path on your own, but continually I find one of my friends there beside me, they don’t even have to say anything, the comfort comes from just finding them by my side. So I hope that you have been a good friend, because those that have good friends tend to be good friends themselves.

Time is very valuable but sadly we tend not to be aware of that until our Time is running out. These days life seems to be lived at a super fast pace, which can be dangerous because all that Time we are hanging on for dear life, our life is passing us by. Children grow up, friends move away or die, our health gets stolen away from us and we come to the end of our life without ever having lived. Take it from someone who’s Time is running out, Time is more valuable than all those things you think you want or need. When people are interviewed near the end of their life the thing they wish for more of isn’t money or things, it is more Time. Once Time is gone you can’t get it back, so spend your Time wisely, very wisely.

I hope that you have a great spouse, partner, significant other, or whatever you might call them. I am very lucky because I have the best wife of all time, I already knew she was great, but when my illness moved in with us she surpassed, and continues to surpass all my expectations. I wouldn’t be here now if it wasn’t for her, she saves my life every day. She manages to wring little bits of joy out of this small fraction of a life that remains, and she does it every single day for me. Prior to diagnosis we were a very happy couple, but struggling through this illness has brought us to a level of love I never knew existed before. I hope that if you ever find yourself confronted with a serious illness that you have a partner like mine. A partner that loves you, shows you kindness and compassion, and is your rock to steady you when you stumble on your journey. I also hope that you recognize although you may have the terminal disease, both of you share it completely. The very small life I live is also lived by my wife, she can’t travel, she can only leave our home for short periods because of my care needs, in her caring for me she has had to do things no one should have to do for their spouse. She has no days off because she is caring for me 24/7, and somehow through all the exhaustion, unpleasant tasks and tears she continually shows so much love for me, despite how unlovable I may feel I am. If you are visiting someone with a terminal illness don’t just check on them. Take the time to check in on the caretaker, they are often forgotten about but carry such a heavy burden.

Say the things that need to be said, because one day you, or the person you should have said those things to may be gone, and the things that needed to be said will then forever remain unsaid. Tell people you love them and that you are grateful that they are in your life. Don’t cling to grudges or old hurts, they are only stealing joy away from you. How many of us have lost someone and regretted not telling them how we felt? I know I certainly have lost dear close friends and family members before I said the things I should have said to them.

I went out of my way to speak to numerous widows and widowers who had lost their partner to a terminal illness. I asked each of them about the aftermath, the time after their partner had died, and asked them what went well and what do they wish they had done differently. I have tried to learn from others who have travelled this road, I want to make things as easy as I can for my wife and daughter afterwards. It is sort of the final gift that I can give. So if you don’t have your affairs in order, terminal illness or not, get them in order, Ensure your Will is up to date, that people know your wishes, and maybe even make your own funeral arrangements for yourself, it is a burden you can relieve your loved ones of during a time when they will be struggling.

Do nice things for people, they don’t have to be huge things, sometimes the smallest of kindnesses can turn someone else’s day around. Kindness costs you little if anything, but it pays huge dividends. I can guarantee that kindness is the best investment you can make.

Be grateful for everything. Gratitude is a core ingredient of happiness. Even when something bad happens, don’t just focus on the bad thing, look around because there is good there too, it’s just harder to find. My terminal illness has brought many amazing people into my life, brought countless acts of kindness to my wife and I, made me so appreciative of what I have, and made me feel so much love from my wife, daughter and friends. I know this sounds a bit crazy, but this dying man is very lucky in so very many ways.

At the end of every day as you lay down to sleep, pause for a minute or two and think that maybe you might not wake up tomorrow, and if that happened would you be happy with how you lived your life, spent your last day? If the answer is no, then start making the changes you need to make, so that at the end of every day you can say yes, you led a good life, you spent your day well and you can rest peacefully knowing that you have lived well.

#als #dying wisdom

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roseofdarknessblog · 1 year

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Anatomy lesson (Reiner Braun x Reader)

Word count: 1 705

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Warning: modern AU, slight nsfw

Summary: Being a med student was never easy. But your beloved boyfriend Reiner Braun was eager to help you get your degree. Even if it involved long hours of helping you study and occasionally being your test subject. Or in this case, the best study partner for going over your old anatomy lessons.

Anatomy lesson

For someone who hated studying so much you chose the hardest degree in the entire universe. Medicine fascinated you your entire life. You dreamed of becoming a doctor since you were just a little girl. And now here you were... only a few months from graduating med school with amazing grades and a lot of opportunities for future residencies.

Did it make you happy? Yes, of course.

Did it also ruin your life on a daily basis? Yes, of course.

„Hey there, sweetheart,“ said a familiar voice as soft lips kissed you behind your left ear. Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pulled you into a tight hug. Your back lightly bumped into a broad chest you loved using as a pillow. „Can I join you?“

„You scared me, where did you come from? I didn’t hear you unlocking the front door,“ you said a little shaken, looking over your shoulder at the familiar face. Hot water from the shower had already soaked his blond hair and made the longer strands stuck to his forehead. „How long have you been home?“

„Ten minutes maybe, don’t know. I wanted to wait for you in the living room, but you always take forever in the shower.“

„Yeah, I’m guilty of that,“ you admitted and gently brushed your lips against his mouth. „How was your day at work, darling?“

„Tiring as usual, but nothing a good warm shower with you couldn't wash away,“ Reiner said softly, his voice making you feel pleasantly warm on the inside.

You lived for long and impossibly hot showers. It was one of your favorite ways to unwind after a long and hard day. And today had been one of those. Even though you spent it at home, the last twelve hours were filled with studying, studying, and more studying. Just like the last couple of days. But despite that, you still felt like you knew absolutely nothing.

„And how was your day? You barely replied to my texts.“

„Filled with anatomy, mostly. I was going through old pre-recorded lessons from our professor, taking additional notes, making some new flashcards and stuff like that.“

„That’s why you’re listening to... whatever the hell you are listening to right now. Usually, you just blast some music while you shower and sing along, but today...“ said Reiner with a quiet laugh as the voice of your professor kept speaking from the laptop placed on the washing machine.

You felt guilty about taking a long break since you still didn’t cover all the study material you wanted today. Taking your laptop to the bathroom with you and leaving on one of the lectures was a fairly good tactic. But just until you almost completely zoned out and paid more attention to the water drops running down the walls.

„I don’t think I can contain any more information even though I am just going over materials I've already studied. But at the same time, I have a feeling that I know absolutely nothing. Like you can ask me about any topic and I’m just gonna blanky stare at your face like you were speaking in some foreign language.“

„You say that every time and then come home with the best grade possible,“ he says, leaning against your bare back and kissing you on the shoulder. „I'm sure you know everything you need, you've had anatomy before and did great. And the exam is next week you still have plenty of time to study some more.“

„I don’t think I have any energy left for that.“

„Come on, the finish line is just a few steps away. You made it too far to give up now.“

„I’m not giving up, just...“ you breathed and quickly turned around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Your and Reiner’s height difference was all fun and games until you had trouble kissing him whenever you wanted. He needed to bow his head a little so you could reach his lips comfortably. „I’m tired, Reiner.“

„But you’re doing great, baby. I’m really proud of everything you do every single day. Even the tiniest, most ordinary things.“

„But the tiniest and most ordinary things are not gonna get me my medical degree.“

„Maybe not, but they are an important part of our lives. You can’t just focus on one thing and ignore the rest. Life comes as this one really big thing made out of million smaller ones which are all almost equally important.“

You smiled a little and placed another kiss on his soft lips. Kissing Reiner was one of the single best things in the whole wide world. And you had the privilege to do so for the last four years. The two of you met just before you started med school, so he’s been with you through it all. Your best and worst days. He helped you study for many exams and sat with you patiently when you needed a volunteer to learn anatomy for the very first time or practice clinical skills before your rotations in the hospital.

He was always there. Always. Supporting you and loving you every step of the way. Helping out with housework, mostly cleaning and cooking when he had time after or sometimes even before going to work himself. You couldn’t imagine your life without him by your side. Some days you were so overwhelmed by the love he made you feel that you couldn't even remember how you used to live before meeting Reiner.

Were you truly living or just surviving? Waiting in the shadows for the greatest gift the universe had to offer?

Med school was undeniably hard and it took a lot of your free time. You spent long hours with your nose stuck in books and study materials, and even longer hours in the hospital wards. But Reiner was patient. He planned cute small dates, waited for you after your unpaid shifts at the hospital, and planned his own schedule around your needs.

You viewed him as the most stable element in your life.

And for that, you were eternally grateful.

„I believe in you, sweetheart. You can do anything you set your mind to,“ he said lovingly, cradling you in his strong embrace, and pulling you even closer to his chest.

There weren’t enough words in this universe you could use to express your love for this man. You were just so unbelievably grateful for his presence in your life. He could turn even your worst days into ones with beautiful memories and lots of love.

„Do you want to study some more tonight?“ You nodded your head, gently brushing your lips against his collarbone. One of your hands travels up his muscular back, rubbing soothing circles on his warm skin. „And would you like me to help you?“

„You should rest, Reiner.“

„I have a day off tomorrow so I’ll have plenty of time to rest then. Tonight I’m all yours.“

„How did I get this lucky?“

Without an answer, Reiner made you take some steps backward until your back lightly hit the wet wall. His hands came down to your hips, gently squeezing them as his lips found yours again. His kisses became more and more passionate, loving, and tender at the same time.

„You look so beautiful with your hair wet,“ he whispered into your lips, proceeding to plant small kisses along your jaw and neck. „Just so so beautiful,“ he continued in a low, raspy voice. His lips swept over your collarbone, lovingly kissing one concrete spot before he sucked the skin between his teeth.

„Reiner...“

Your body tensed a little, and your breath caught in your lungs as a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Reiner smiled against your skin, sliding his right hand down your thigh, the other one still resting on your hip.

„You wanted help with anatomy, right? I think this is the best and most efficient way. Practical skills before theory, am I right?“ he asked jokingly before kissing you between your breasts and sliding both of his hands around your waist and down under your butt. His toned muscular arms picked your up with ease.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kissed his lips again, playfully taking his lower lip between your teeth. „I’m not so sure, Reiner. How should this help me pass my final exams?“ you asked just a little out of breath, gazing right into his golden eyes. Gosh, you loved their color so much. In the sunlight, they sometimes looked like pools of sweet honey.

„I’ll show you in a bit, sweetheart.“

„Oh, okay. Go ahead, big boy,“ you teased him and cupped his face in your hands. He didn’t have time to shave this morning, but you didn’t complain even a little bit. The slight stubble around his chin, and lips looked really good on him.

„But we should move to the bedroom, it has a better... vibe for this kind of activity.“

„As you wish,“ you whispered submissively, reaching out your hand and without looking stopping the shower. Cold air almost immediately brushed against your heated skin, making you shiver in Reiner’s embrace. „Just be careful and don’t slip on the wet tiles like last time. You almost broke my arm.“

„That was a stupid inconvenience, and it won’t happen again. I’m always being careful with you.“

„Just until you lose yourself in the heat of the moment.“ Your lips pressed a small kiss to the right corner of his mouth as he carefully stepped out of the shower. He was always very careful and gentle around you like he was afraid of accidentally hurting you in any way. „Shouldn't we grab a couple of towels or dry ourselves first? The whole bed will be wet otherwise.“

„Who cares,“ Reiner murmured into your ear and made his way to your shared bedroom.

Your laptop stayed in the bathroom, the professor's voice from the pre-recorded lecture still sounding through the apartment. His anatomy lectures were always one of your favorites. But they were just too theoretical.

Nothing could've compared to the anatomy lessons you taught yourself with the eager help of your boyfriend.

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whumpshaped · 1 year

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Chapter 2: Sil

Silence Masterlist

tw institutionalised/normalised pet whump, it/its used as a default for pets, past trauma, morally dubious caretaker, defiant/feral whumpee

Rayan sat on the ground a few feet away from the stray as it ate. He was lost in thought, quietly observing the visible injuries and weird bumps under its skin. Bones healed wrong, maybe.

The more he thought about this entire situation, the more he found himself absolutely furious with the pet’s previous owner. He had wanted a pet his entire life. He had grown up wanting one, seeing how happy and lively and perfect they were, knowing that if he was just a little more fortunate, worked just a little harder, get out of his one-bedroom dwelling and move into something a tiny bit more spacious, maybe the Pet Protection Agency would consider him as a potential adopter. He had always been so passionate about wanting to give poor, helpless things a better life, that was precisely why he was so obsessed with helping the stray cats and dogs around the area. His ultimate goal was to get one of the pets out of a shelter and give it a loving home, the best home he possibly could.

And then there were people like this guy’s owner. He couldn’t fathom having the wealth and opportunity to adopt a pet and then treating it like utter garbage. He couldn’t fathom how the PPA could’ve given someone like that a licence in the first place. Wasn’t there an interview? Weren’t they supposed to check up on pets regularly? How did they miss this?

His new acquaintance put down the cup gently, almost like it was handling expensive glass or something. Quite out of character for someone moving around so jerkily, and who had pretended not to care much for the soup in the first place.

"My name's Rayan. May I ask what your name is?" He kept his voice quiet, both so he could avoid startling it, and so others on the street wouldn't hear.

"Wouldn't we both like to know?" It choked out a dry laugh, devoid of any joy or amusement. "Owner called me mutt, or that thing. It. I'm not sure I ever had a name, Rayan." His name felt like an insult coming from the pet, as if he was in the wrong for simply having one when it didn't.

Rayan frowned. "Well, do you wanna have one? You could give me anything. Make something up. Go back and change it later if you come up with something better... surely, you don't want me to call you those things?"

"Why do you need to call me anything?" it snapped suddenly. "You're making it sound like you'll just stick around and humour me forever! Why don't you go on your way already?"

"I- well..." Rayan rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, awkwardly, looking for words that wouldn't upset the other. He wasn't sure words like that existed. "I was hoping I'd find you here tomorrow, like... like always. Well, for the past week. And that I'd have a name to call you by when I came back."

The stray's eyes narrowed in suspicion, but it didn't lash out again. In fact, it didn't react at all, which was already better than the outburst a moment ago. Rayan counted it as a win.

"Think about it, okay?" he said with what he hoped was a friendly and pleasant smile. "I'll take this stuff back now. I'll bring you more tomorrow, if... you know, if you're still here. If I didn't annoy you into leaving and finding another place."

He slowly inched closer and grabbed the bowls and the plate with the cup on it, still without getting a single word in response. It was only when he turned to leave that he heard a quiet voice from behind him, so unlike the harsh tone he had just gotten used to.

"I've been calling myself Sil. In my head. I was always told to be silent, so I guess I just took it and ran with it."

Rayan stopped and glanced back at the stray, Sil, nodding his understanding without giving any indication that he noticed the faint blush on its face. "Sil it is, then."

"Will you really come back tomorrow?" it asked, prompting him to fully turn back around. "Am I really worth it, compared to a dog?"

"Hey." Rayan crouched down to be at eye-level with it. "I'll be back, as long as you want me to. You could even come home with me." Sil visibly recoiled at the idea, and he quickly added, "It's just an option. Just letting you know. All I'm saying is, I'll be back tomorrow. For sure."

"Okay," it said quietly, watching Rayan stand up again with those sharp eyes that seemed to catch even the smallest of movements. The eyes of someone that had been hurt by those movements.

"See you tomorrow, Sil."

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it-was-funeral-grey · 1 year

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Somebody else (Ghost x F!Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Simon didn't think he'd ever see her again, but here she was. With somebody else.

Warnings: Breakup, alcohol, mentions of kissing, hugging, allusions to sex, mentions of playfighting, public marriage proposal

Word count: <1k

Inspired by: Somebody else - The 1975

"I'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone, and then leaving with somebody else."

Author's note: First time posting on tumblr and writing!

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

After things ended with her, Simon left the city she stayed in. Well, 'left' is an understatement. He had evacuated the place in record time, leaving her on the cold sidewalk that winter evening.

(He left you there. He didn't even look back. It was the coldest day of the year, yet it felt like nothing compared to the coldness he had shown.)

He had abandoned all the things he left in her apartment. It took her months to find the willpower to finally throw them out.

(But you kept the ring he made you. Deep down, you know that you will always be waiting for him to come back. You will never stop hoping.)

The bar is quiet tonight, and Simon counts it as a small mercy. Being forced on break was bad enough. What made it worse was that he was taking a break in this damn city.

("No, Simon!" yelled Price. "It's been a whole two years since you've gotten rest! Go home!"

Simon doesn't want to. When he's on a mission, he doesn't think of her. But alas, he can't go against a direct order from Price.)

Simon was horrified when he found out that Price had arranged for his accommodation in this city. He doesn't blame the man - Price doesn't know about her, only knowing that Simon had nowhere to stay for the time being.

("It's a nice city. Quiet for the most part," Price describes. "You should buy a house there. Speaking of which, why did you sell your old place?"

Ah, right. Simon had told Price that he sold his house. Lies. He had lived with her, and that's where his heart still is, still in her apartment, still in her hands, still hers. Forever hers.)

Simon sits in the dark corner of the bar, half a glass of bourbon in, fighting the urge to call her. He knows he shouldn't. She probably wouldn't give him the time of day, and he thinks that's perfectly understandable. He doesn't deserve the opportunity to talk to her again, not after he had left her like that. But even if it's to cuss him out, he wants to hear her voice.

His eyes are staring holes into his phone as if staring at the picture on her contact profile would magically conjure her in front of him.

("NO! Don't use that photo! I look weird!", she had protested, trying to pry the phone out of her boyfriend's hands.

"All the more reason to use it.", Simon replies, lifting his hands up, smirking at her attempts to jump and snatch it away.

"Si! No!"

The sounds of laughter fill the small apartment, as the two of you playfight in the living room.

Simon would give up anything to be able to relive that day again.)

He doesn't hear the bar door open. But he does hear the sound of her laughter.

Simon's head snaps up so fast he almost gets whiplash. His eyes scan the bar, looking for the source of the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

She was here.

She looked beautiful.

She was laughing so hard that she nearly rolled onto the floor, her smile so wide and her eyes pressed shut. Pure, undiluted joy was radiating from her, and it was contagious.

For a second, Simon is happy again. He allows his imagination to draw a pretty fantasy for him. In his imagination, she's here to meet him, to welcome him back after a long and dangerous mission. She'd have tears of joy in her eyes as she wraps her arms around him, and he'll bend down to kiss her. They'll have a nice dinner here at the bar before going home and trying to give each other two years' worth of pleasure in one night.

"Will you marry me?"

Four words and Simon awakes from his daydream and is reminded by the new sight before him how painfully different things are in reality.

Behind her, down on one knee is a man holding a ring box. She snaps around and would have noticed Simon if she weren't so entranced by the man kneeling for her.

"Oh my god! Yes!"

Applause erupts from the few patrons of the bar, and one of them starts a cheer:

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

And the newly engaged couple obliges, leaning into each other and finally -

Simon rushes out of the bar before he could witness it. Here, on a quiet sidewalk in the winter evening, Simon's heart shatters.

If only Simon had watched just a little bit longer. Just long enough to see her lover slip the beautiful engagement ring onto her left ring finger.

From where he sat, he probably would have seen a familiar ring on her index finger.

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abigail · 5 months

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Hey! I’m sorry you’re having a hard time right now. I feel like most people don’t really know exactly what they want to do and then eventually they kind of create a purpose for themselves based on the experiences they’ve had.

The thing that I have found to be the best for me navigating this personally is the Japanese concept of ikigai. It’s essentially: find something your good at, you enjoy doing, and can make money off of. If it checks all 3 boxes, that’s your purpose! I feel like we have many possible “ikigai’s” and then settle into the one that works best for us. If there’s something that you think could be that, but isn’t something you can do right now, you can start taking little steps towards it in the ways that you can. I’m not living my ikigai right now, but I’m working towards it and that makes it a lot easier to work the job I do now because I know it’s not forever and the little steps I do take feel a lot more rewarding since I know there’s an end goal for them.

I hope this helps! 💖

!! I’ve thought about this loads before and like.. idk not to sound insane but I don’t know what I enjoy .. lol as in, I’ll be doing something and I’m enjoying it but then if I think about making it into a career suddenly I’m put off by it, or it just won’t be how I imagined (example being my current job lol) or whatever .. and then other things I think I could enjoy and I feel like I would want to do it for a living I’m just no good at it. no matter how much I try y’know ?? like.. I have so many interests so you’d think I have so many options but I’m not actually good at a lot of things like I don’t have .. any.. skills or talents.. ones worth anything at least..

I sometimes think to myself that it’s fine, I can just work a quiet job and do all my hobbies and stuff and I can be at peace with that.. and most of the time I do feel that way but then other times I just feel like I’m wasting time (whatever that means) or that I should be doing something.. like my friends will tell me their goals and things they’re working on or I’ll just SEE it and I’m obviously happy and proud of them but part of me can’t help but feel somewhat disheartened because wow wish that were me .. I don’t know.. I don’t think this is making much sense lol

I just feel like I’m missing opportunities but I don’t know what, and I can have my quiet job and it’s fine to not have a ‘purpose’ or whatever but even with my quiet job I’m thinking oh is this right for me ? I should be progressing no ?? I don’t know. I just feel lost, I always feel lost, since I was a kid I never knew what to do, I remember deciding I wanna be a new thing (career choice) every other week, and then when I was 16 in school and they told us to start thinking about it so we can work on it for when we go to uni I felt sick because I had never even given it much thought.. and now I give it too much thought and still feel sick

I’m on my break at work right now so I feel like I’m rambling and getting this out quick so sorry if it doesn’t make sense or whatever !! but thank you (and the other anons who said things similar) for messaging me, I truly do appreciate it and it means a lot to me, sending big hugs <3

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slytherinroyalty16 · 5 months

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I won't let you leave me

Summary: At the top of the icy mountain, Harold and Y/n stand against their killers and their kids. Harold listens to Nora and attempts to move on with his parents. Y/n doesn't like that one bit

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! Angst, hurt/no comfort, betrayal (no beta, we die like writers)

Word count: 1229

3rd person POV:

Harold, in Nathan's body, stands before the group loosely holding Slappy in his hand. Nora looks at the boy, desperation in her eyes. "Harold, I know you don't want to leave Y/n alone, but you have a chance at peace. You can be with your parents now" she says. Y/n's ghostly apparition appears behind the possessed man, skin blackened and flakey as he scowls in anger.

"Don't listen to her baby." he whispers. "You don't need them. You have Slappy and I. We are the only family you need."

Harold leaves Mr. Bratt's body to stand before the only boy who's ever truly loved him, desperation clearly shown in his eyes. "This is finally our chance to gain forgiveness for what we've done. Don't you want to be happy?" he asks.

"No. This is your chance for forgiveness. I don't regret anything we've done. They deserved it for what they did to us." Y/n cried. He never got to live his life because of these people. He knows they used the kids to get to their parents but they were just a means to an end.

Harold takes a step forward and puts his hand on Y/n's face, using his powers to make him revert back to his normal self. Burnt skin becomes unblemished showing mocha brown skin. Hair appears back on his head, dreads falling to his shoulders being red in color. His glasses mend back together, cracked glass becoming whole again as the plastic frames readjust on his face.

Y/n looks behind Harold to see Mr. and Mrs. Biddle appear next to the group of kids and their parents. Isaiah gasps as he looks upon Y/n's face, recognizing him from the forest he found Alison in. He even recognized him from the school trophy case as he was the captain of the school soccer team back in 1993. He seems to be the only person that ever recognized the dead kid before his tragic fiery demise.

Y/n looks at his lover with tears in his eyes. "Please. Please don't leave me. You're all I have left." he whimpers. Harold looks at the cursed puppet in his hands, seeing as he's been oddly quiet during this whole ordeal. He gives the piece of wood one last look of disdain before dropping the cursed doll off the cliff.

Y/n drops to his knees in an attempt to save his last saving grace but he's too late. The one other person he could trust, the only other being that he depended on, lay in pieces at the bottom of the frosty mountain.

"NO!" he screams in desperation. Nora looks at the boy with pity in her eyes as do the rest of the parents. Y/n looks at Harold with tears streaming down his face as he stands to his full height, standing above Harold's 5 '8 stature with his 5' 11 frame.

He puts his hand on Harold's cheek, pleading for the boy to stay. "You're all I have left. I have no one now. Please, stay with me. I don't wanna be alone. I'm afraid to be alone" he whispers in desperation.

Even with his growing popularity as the captain of the soccer team, Harold was the only one to ever truly see him. He saw him for his faults, his fears, and his dreams. Harold knew the boy was afraid of being alone in the world but this was his chance. His chance for forgiveness, his opportunity for peace.

Harold takes his lover's hands in his own, porcelain against smooth brown skin. He looks up at him, holding eye contact as he starts to walk backwards to his parents. Y/n tries to hold onto the boy he's loved forever, but eventually the distance between them is too great and all he can hold is air. Harold turns his back on the boy and he embraces his parents, their forms disappearing as they pass on to a peaceful rest.

The group smiles with happiness. That was before a scream of pure agony shakes them out of their stupor

Y/n pov:

The pain in my still heart is too strong to hold as I fall to the ground with a scream. It feels like a part of my soul is being ripped from my being, a worse feeling than being burned alive. At least I had him then, now I'll never see him again. That's a fate worse than death.

The one called Margot walks up to me and touches my shoulder with pity in her eyes. I swat her hand off of me and stand to my full height with disdain in my eyes. My appearance goes back to burnt and blackened state anger courses through me. I look at the group and all I can see is the teenagers that killed me and the kids that foiled all of my plans for revenge.

I look at the boy, Isaiah, as a plan forms in my head. I do one final sweep of the group before I say my last words.

"You think you've won, don't you? You think that just because Harold passed on that all of this will be over? Harold showed you all mercy, now you have me to deal with. What I'm about to do will make what Harold did look like child's play."

I disappear, leaving them with a looming sense of fear. I will have my peace, if it's the last thing I do

3rd POV:

Nathan Bratt is seen in his living room, pacing back and forth as he's trying to beat his annoying writer's block. Summer is here and he got a publisher deal for the book he wrote about the events that happened a few months ago. Only problem being that it needs a new ending.

After taking a deep breath, the aspiring writer leaves to get some food running into the parents along the way. He has a quick and short conversation with Colin before going back home. He steps out of his car and walks inside his no longer haunted house. He places his food down before walking to his bathroom. He leans over the sink and splashes cool water on his face, hoping to quell the ever growing headache.

He lifts his head and sees Y/n in the place of his reflection. He is in his normal form instead of his look post death. "Not again." Nathan mutters to himself.

Y/n leans forward with a slight smirk on his face. "So you need a new ending for your story huh? I can help with that, but I need you to do something for me first." he says to the man. Nathan is still staring in shock. The ghost boy shoots his hand out of the mirror and chokes the living man. He smirks as the man gasps for breath and forces himself into his body, possessing not only his mind and body, but also his soul. Something Harold neglected to do in his possession.

Y/n looks in the mirror, reveling in his new disguise before he leaves the bathroom. He takes the car keys and traverses to find the one thing that would make him feel whole again, the one thing that would kickstart his ideas and put his plan in motion.

Slappy.

This was a long one. The severe lack of fics for this man is severely concerning because I believe he carried the whole show. Until we get a season 2, I'll be writing fics for this fandom until my fingers fall off. Comment here if you would like to be on the taglist as I may make this into a series if enough people ask for it.

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loveackermannn · 2 years

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candle wishes

warnings; 17+ suggestive content! nothing explicit though!

a/n; it's currently 12 am as i finished writing this lol. more vamp!levi and it's a little treat for my birthday so why not. i hope you enjoy <3

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"happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you- uhh... how does the rest go?" levi says with a hint of tease laced through his words. his arms are wrapped around your middle as you face the dimly lit candles that decorate your face in an illuminating canvas. his chin rests on your shoulder while occasionally leaving distracting trails of kisses along the side of your neck. the feeling of his fangs that ever-so-slightly grazed your skin left an indescribable feeling of want and need, but you pushed that to back of your mind as much as possible.

instead, you focused on the deliciously centered cake that levi had worked many long nights in your kitchen while you were asleep. he made sure he included all your favorites down to a T, and was even tedious on the icing on top.

happy birthday mon amour. i love you.

it was honestly too pretty to eat, you thought. but, the candles were already halfway down the wick to where wax was beginning to melt excessively – you knew levi worked way too hard on this for it to be soiled by pity candle wax.

you closed your eyes for a brief moment, and even with the thousands of wishes that infiltrated your mind daily, you had one in particular that you would hope to be true everyday – and with that, you blew the flames out, leaving only the quiet darkness of your living room.

"what'd you wish for?" levi asked huskily, drawing random patterns in the softness of your skin under his fingertips.

you thought for a moment before answering. "i wished for... "

levi raised a brow at you, curious as to what it could've been but remained patient for your response.

you started again and quietly mumbled above an audible whisper, "i wished for moments like these to last forever."

"oh yeah?"

"yeah."

silence followed thereafter, and levi took the opportunity to loosen his grip on your body and turn you around to face him upfront. palms delicately cupping both sides of your face as if you were the most treasured gem in the world, he leaned in closer with his breath mingling with your own.

"i think that can be arranged. i can make that wish come true, starting tonight. and every night after," his voice seemed to have dropped an octave and to you, it was the most enticing thing he could ever tempt you with. he was intoxicating, everything about him was.

he almost couldn't stop himself from slamming his lips onto yours but the second you pulled him in to break off the torturous tension that arose in heat between the two of you, that's what did it for him.

hooking your legs around his waist, levi settles his hands on your back, all while keeping your mouths in close contact. lifting you up gently like a fragile package waiting to be unwrapped, he retreats for a moment and locks his eye contact with you.

"you drive me insane."

"that makes the two of us then," you chuckle in reply, urging him for more but, he decides to press his lips down by your ear lobe and in a hushed undertone, he mutters one last time, "i love you. happy birthday my pretty girl."

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years

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What about me?

Summary: Your pain is nothing compared to mine.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: angst, talks of violence, violence, cursing, toxic relationship

Word count: 1138

a/n: yes this is kinda inspired by the BoJack Horseman audio that’s on TikTok

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @strangegardentaco @rafecameronswhore @sayah13

She knew their relationship was going towards its fall. She was giving way more than she was getting, every single conversation ended with a fight, there were many moments that almost lead to violence. Still, after everything bad she had gone through in this relationship, Y/N doesn’t want to see it. She wants to hide from the truth and forever live in the false reality she created in her head.

Where her and Natasha are happy.

Unfortunately she doesn’t have Wanda’s powers, or any powers for that matter. She’s just a normal civilian with a boring job, while Natasha is an Avenger. Maybe she should’ve known it would end like this, that it’d never work. Between Natasha’s crazy schedule and obsessive need to wipe the red from her ledger. It was never going to end well.

They did have their happy moments. Natasha could be so loving and gentle when she wanted to. She’d hold Y/N close to her while they watch a movie, or braid her hair in the morning before her work started. On those rare days when Natasha hadn’t left to the Avenger’s Tower at five in the morning.

But those moments weren’t enough. Not when most nights Y/N has to fall asleep on an empty bed, or when she’d cover in fear because she truly thought Natasha would hit her. Or when she actually did hit her.

Which is why she silently crying on the couch as she waits for Natasha to come home, the clock being past midnight already, to end it all.

Y/N sniffles, wiping her wet cheeks with a tissue. The television is on, but she isn’t concentrating on it, her mind wandering everywhere. The sound of the front door opening brings her back to the moment. She can hear the quiet shuffles of Natasha taking off her shoes and jacket before her steps start coming towards her.

Natasha’s on her way to go right past the living room and into their bedroom, but she stops when she notices Y/N sitting eerily still. “Why are you up? Didn’t I say not to wait for me?” She frowns and walks over to her.

Y/N hums in confirmation. She waits until Natasha sits down next to her. “I wanted to talk.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“It’s not like I have many other opportunities, do I?” Y/N turns to look at Natasha when she hears her scoff.

“This again? I thought we went over this already.”

Y/N clears her throat, she can already feel her hands tremble from the annoyed look and tone coming from Natasha. “That’s not the thing I want to talk about.” She mumbles. “I want to break things off.”

Natasha furrows her brows. “You want to break up with me?” She laughs. She actually laughs. “And why the hell would you want that?”

“Because I’m finally starting to see how much you have hurt me.” Even though Y/N’s voice wavers as she speaks, she keeps eye contact with Natasha. She wants her to realize she’s serious. “I’m done with you and with all the suffering you’ve put me through.”

“I have hurt you?” Natasha’s voice turns loud as she stands up, bringing her hand to her hair. “I made you suffer?” She shakes her head.

“Yes, you.” Y/N stands up as well, not wanting to give any sense of control to Natasha. “You never give me the time of day. You get so angry at me for pointing out any kind of flaw in you, but guess what? You aren’t perfect! All you do is take, take and take, use me and never give anything back, except for occasional slaps on the face.” Y/N takes deep breaths, staring at Natasha. “I’m just your physical reassurance that maybe someone can love you no matter what, that maybe there’s a chance you deserve to be loved.”

“Shut up.”

“But guess what?” Y/N laughs this time. Her laugh is high pitches and it rings through Natasha’s head. “Maybe you don’t deserve it after all.”

The way Natasha’s face morphs from annoyed to angry in a second truly terrifies Y/N, but she doesn’t back down. She stands her ground, holding the eye contact.

“I deserve love.” Natasha whispers. “I deserve good things, I deserve it all! You know why?” She takes a step towards Y/N, making her take a step back. “Because I live with this gut wrenching guilt all my life. I’m the one hurting here! Don’t you know it hurts me much more when I have to hit you? I don’t want to do that.”

“You have to be kidding me.” Y/N takes one step back for every step Natasha takes forward. “You are hurting the most?”

“Yes. And you could never understand my pain.” Y/N’s back slams to a wall. Her breath hitches as she realizes she has no way out. Natasha grins, almost menacingly, stopping right in front of Y/N. “So, now that this is settled, go to bed. I’ll be there soon.”

“No.”

“No?”

Shaking her head, Y/N pushes Natasha away from her, at least as well as she can, the redhead being stronger than her. “I have my bag packed already, I’m leaving.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Y/N doesn’t answer, she walks to the kitchen and picks up the bag from under the table. Natasha frowns. “No, no you can’t leave me.” Her voice crack makes Y/N freeze. The way she sounds so genuinely sad makes her confidence falter. “Please, Y/N don’t leave me alone.” Natasha drops to her knees in front of her, leaning her head against her legs.

Y/N sets her hand on top of Natasha’s head. “I have to.” She whispers. “I’m not happy.”

“You don’t have to. I can be better, I can change. I promise.” She lifts her head to look at Y/N, her cheeks shining from tears. “I can be good, you know that. Right? I deserve good things, I’m a good person.”

Shaking her head, Y/N steps away from her. “You aren’t. Not to me at least.”

The sadness leaves Natasha’s face instantly. She stands up, which makes Y/N hurry on putting her shoes on and grabbing her jacket, ready to leave. Natasha grabs Y/N’s arm into a tight hold, making her wince. “You won’t leave.”

“Let me go, Natasha.”

“No!” Y/N’s face turns to the other side from the force of the slap. Her cheek burns as she freezes. Natasha gasps, letting go of her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, Y/N please, I’m sorry.”

Before she can do anything else, Y/N gets out the front door and slams it shut, leaving a sobbing Natasha behind her.

#natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow x you #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #the black widow #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #angst

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lilminchii · 1 year

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It's all alright, R.C

We meet again Part 2

“Y/n!” Sarah squealed before quickly wrapping her arms around me. “Hey Sarah,” I giggled, hugging her back, as she beamed with excitement. “We haven’t talked in forever, I swear after you and Rafe stop-” She paused randomly, with a guilty look on her face. “What?” I ask with a puzzled expression. “Yeah, what Sarah?” Rafe asks from behind me, I quickly turn around, causing me to trip over my feet. “Fuck,” I muttered, as he grabbed me, before spinning me back around, to face Sarah. “I suggest you don’t continue that sentence.” He says sternly glaring at Sarah before he looks at me as his gaze softens. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” He mutters, quickly placing a kiss on my forehead before rushing off. I turn to face Sarah, who was visibly puzzled and shocked by Rafe and I's short-lived exchange. " We made up," I smiled shyly and told her. She let out a happy shriek before engulfing me once more. " Do you plan on visiting us more often? She asks giddily, and I nod in agreement. "Of course, I also plan on staying here for the time being." She smiles brighter, as I tell her with a grin. "Come eat, kids!" Rose calls out. As Sarah and I reach the dinner table.

As the parents chatted about how well their children were doing, I sat down between Rafe and Sarah. "So, I heard you graduated from college, Y/n. What are you planning on doing now?" Ward politely enquires. "Yeah, I did. For the time being, I'm going to try and find a job here." I smile at him, and he does the same. "She was offered a wonderful opportunity there, but she chose to turn it down to come back here. My dad glares at me while speaking through clenched teeth. "Don't worry, honey, I'm sure you'll find a great job here." Rose kindly reassures me. I fumble with my hands under the table, oblivious to the fact that Rafe was watching me. He gently took my hand and intertwined our fingers together. “You don’t have to lie to her, Rose, we all know she made the wrong decision by coming back here.” He spits, I could feel my eyes burn with tears, at his harsh words. I mumbled, "Excuse me," and then hurried to the bathroom upstairs.

Rafe

"She's just making a scene, don't worry about her," Her father sighs. "I actually don't-" I started, but Rose interrupted me. "Rafe, why don't you go up and check on her, honey?" She offers while faking a smile at her father. I rise from my chair and nod before heading to the guest bathroom. Before knocking on the bathroom door. "Y/n, it's Rafe," I said. Though I could hear her voice, I hardly understood a word she was saying. "Can I come in?" I question. I soon hear the door lock click, before she slowly opens the door slowly, while looking down at the floor. I carefully grab her face with both of my hands and wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face. I frown at her as I embrace her tightly. We just stood there in each other's embrace because, as I remembered, she didn't like talking about her problems when she was upset; instead, she preferred physical touch. " Rafe, I can't go back there. I hated that place." She breaks the quietness. " You don't have to, Y/n," I murmur while giving her back a comforting rub. " I don't want to let him down". She began crying softly as her arms tightened around my torso. "Y/n, I know you won't let him down. He's only angry because you didn't do what he wanted. He's going to be proud when you show him how successful you can be. And we both know you're going to be successful, so don't second-guess yourself, alright?” I tell her in an attempt to comfort her. She buries her head deeper into my chest. "I really missed you, Rafe." I frown at her words. “I’m sorry, I can’t describe how much I’ve missed you Y/n.” I place a kiss on her hair.

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hanastrodel · 6 months

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Eighth Birthday

Cove x OC

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Synopsis: About a month after meeting Cove, Darcy Ryan is finally turning eight, and she can't wait for the opportunity to introduce her school friends to her very best neighbor

Tags: fluff, elementary school angst lol

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 3,153

Summer days passed, and Darcy found herself getting more and more used to Cove being there. Things felt different now, but a good kind of different. Instead of it being Lizzie and Shiloh with Darcy tagging along, it was Lizzie and Shiloh with Darcy and Cove tagging along, or sometimes it was Darcy and Cove with Shiloh tagging along, or, on rare occasions that Darcy had come to cherish, it was just Cove and Darcy.

Darcy didn’t quite know how to feel about this new development, she’d never had a friend like Cove before. She wondered why her other friends didn’t seem to make her feel this way. Darcy liked stillness, and quiet, and being alone, and sometimes, even if she liked them, her friends could take away that time, but not Cove. Instead, it was this new stillness, where Darcy felt like she did when she was alone, except, she wasn’t, Cove was right there beside her.

She noticed it first on the day she went with Cove to the shopping street. They walked in relative silence on the way there and on the way back. It seemed like Cove didn’t want to talk. Not in the way where he didn’t like her, but in the way where Darcy didn’t have to feel like they were talking just to talk. She liked it, walking in silence with Cove. Somehow, it reminded her of Mom playfully saying that Lizzie just talked to hear her own voice. Darcy thought maybe most people do that.

It happened again the day they went to the library for the reading competition. Darcy always loved participating in the reading competitions, or even just sitting in the library with a good book, but that day she had a new kind of fun in the library. It was fun only she and Cove could have. She was also pleasantly surprised to finally be the better one at something other than reading.

Cove always managed to make Darcy feel special, though, like a couple days ago at the fireworks festival, when he came to talk to her after she stayed with her moms instead of going to play with the other kids. She felt her cheeks heat when she thought of how he walked right up to her, through the adults trying to talk to him, and started to talk to her about his fish tank thermometer. She hoped she’d be able to meet his fish soon.

She sat there that morning, thinking again about how nice Cove had been that day, eagerly awaiting seeing him again in just a few short hours. She was holding the little crab keychain he had bought her when her moms and Lizzie burst through the door.

“Happy Birthday,” they said in unison, careful not to be too loud as they came in.

Darcy’s face split into a grin, and she hopped up to hug her moms, burying her face into Mommy’s tummy.

“What are you doing up already, birthday girl?” Mommy cooed, running her hands through Darcy’s bedhead. “You must be excited.”

Darcy didn’t need to say anything, she just nuzzled into her Mommy’s soft dress.

“You only turn eight once,” Mom said, and Darcy nodded. “Well… I guess you only turn every age once.”

Mom snorted a laugh and Darcy just rolled her eyes.

That morning, like the days before, had her moms busy with party preparations. Despite how few guests there would be, Darcy’s moms wanted to make a big splash for Darcy’s eighth birthday. Darcy thought maybe they could tell how excited Darcy was for it to finally come.

For the past month, Darcy felt a way she never had before. Of course, she was always excited for her birthday, but this one just felt like it was taking forever to get here. It all had to do with a certain already-eight-year-old that lived across the street. It’s not as if they struggled to find things in common, but Darcy was sure that one more thing wouldn’t hurt, and today was the day, finally, Darcy was eight, too!‌

There was another thing to be excited about today, though, and that was that Darcy would finally be able to introduce Cove to her friends from school. They all lived a little further away, and Darcy hadn’t been able to see them at all that summer. However, a birthday was a special day, and after mailing out the invitations, one by one her friends’ parents RSVP’d.

Darcy had delivered Cove’s invitation herself. It was quite an ordeal, mainly because Darcy wanted to make sure it was absolutely perfect. So, a couple weeks ago, as soon as she and her moms had returned from the store with invitations in tow, Darcy had immediately taken one herself to specially fill out for Cove. She checked and double checked with Mommy about the time, and wrote as slowly as she could with her favorite glitter pen, a blue one that matched her hair, making sure each letter was perfect. She even decorated it with some stickers she’d thought Cove might like.

Once the invitation was finally done, Darcy’s moms let her go across the street all on her own to deliver it. She was shaking with nervous energy as she thought of how to go about giving the invitation to Cove. She worried about whether he would be able to come, but her moms said that they got the invitations plenty of time in advance, and that he should be able to.

Darcy marched up to Cove’s door and gave it a firm knock. She took a deep breath in as she waited for Cove to answer the door, but to her surprise, there was another obstacle in her path. Of course, she should have realized that Cove might not be the one to answer the door, but not once did it cross her mind that she would need to speak to Cove’s Dad in order to deliver this invitation. At the sight of the man, Darcy shrunk back a bit, still not quite as used to him as she was Cove.

“Hi, Darcy, what can I do you for?”

Darcy’s emerald eyes widened, and the words she’d been practicing stuck in her throat. Heat prickling up her neck to her cheeks, Darcy averted her eyes to the ground. She held out the invitation with both hands, hoping he couldn’t see her trembling.

“Oooh, what’s this?” Cove’s Dad gingerly pulled the card from her grip.

Having worked up some nerve, Darcy glanced up to watch as Cove’s Dad appraised the card, the grin that seemed to always be on his face growing wider as he read it.

“Look at you! Growing up so fast!” He ruffled Darcy’s hair a little, which made her cheeks heat up. “I could call Cove out for you- you could give this to him yourself?”

Darcy didn’t think her face could get any hotter, but she had been wrong. She bit her lip and shook her head strongly. She wasn’t sure why the thought embarrassed her so much, but now she dreaded the idea of seeing Cove react to the invitation. Wasn’t she excited to do this just a moment ago?

“N-no. That’s okay,” she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. “I’m gonna go home now.”

“Alright…”‌ Cove’s Dad chuckled. “Well, be sure to let your moms know that he’ll be there.”

Darcy nodded vigorously before turning on her heel and rushing away. She ducked her head as she heard Cove’s Dad chuckle again before shutting his front door.

Even though it had happened so long ago, she and Cove hadn’t talked about it at all. She was sure that Cove’s‌ Dad would have given him the invitation, but he hadn’t mentioned it to her, and she was too nervous to ask about it. The one thing she knew for sure was that Cove’s Dad wouldn’t have said Cove would be there unless he really meant it. Now all that was left was to wait.

Since most of the preparations had already been made in the days leading up, there wasn’t much for Darcy to do except have breakfast (pancakes with candles and a giggly rendition of “Happy Birthday”), clean up, and get dressed. She wore one of her frillier sun dresses, and Mommy helped her fix up her curls to be extra nice for today. Once that was done, there was still time left until guests would be arriving so Darcy and Lizzie sat down to watch a movie. Lizzie was being on her best behavior today, not even complaining like she usually did when Darcy picked Lilo & Stitch again.

In the middle of the movie, the doorbell rang. Darcy was confused, since the party wasn’t supposed to start until lunchtime, and it must have been a guest because they knew where to find the doorbell.

“Who’s that?” Lizzie asked and turned to Darcy, who merely shrugged.

They both got up from the couch and wandered over to where Mommy was standing at the door. Darcy peeked around her legs to see Cove’s Dad with Cove in tow. He was staring at his hands, or, more accurately, staring at the small gift bag in his hands. It had a lot of rainbow glitter on it, with the words “Happy Birthday!” in big rainbow letters. Darcy had a feeling that Cove’s Dad had picked out the bag. It made her wonder who might have picked the present.

“Hi, Noelani, thanks for letting him come a little early.”

“That’s okay, Cliff. I’m sure Darcy doesn’t mind if some of the celebrating starts a little early,”‌ Mommy turned to place a hand on Darcy’s head, directing her next statement to her. “Isn’t that right?”

Darcy nodded, then looked back at Cove, who finally pulled his attention away from the gift bag. He gave her a small smile, which she returned.

“Great,” Cove’s Dad let out a sigh before grinning at Darcy. “Happy birthday, kiddo! I’m sorry I couldn’t stay today, but that means more cake for you.”

“Thank you,” Darcy said, shuffling her feet a little. She wouldn’t have minded sharing some cake with Cove’s Dad, but she was more excited to have some extra time to spend with Cove.

“No problem,”‌ Cove’s Dad chuckled before patting Cove’s shoulder. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair, buddy. I’ve got a busy day ahead of me at the shop.”

Cove nodded, taking a tentative step through the doorway. Darcy was too focused on him to pay any more attention to the conversation the adults were having.

“Hi, Cove,” she said.

“Hi.”

He shuffled his feet, and once again his gaze was drawn to the bag in his hand.

“What’s that?” Lizzie butted in.

“It’s for Darcy,”‌ he answered.

“I know that! What did you get her?”‌

“Lizzie, no spoiling the surprise,” Mommy said, then turned to Cove. “I‌ can handle that for you, if you’d like, Cove. We won’t be opening presents until later.”

Cove nodded slowly and extended the present to her, and Mommy took it to the counter where a couple of presents that Darcy’s family had gotten her were already waiting. It fit right in with the colorful boxes and bags that had made their way to Darcy’s house in the past week. Darcy thought again about Lizzie, who had seemed even more excited than Darcy to figure out what might be waiting under all the wrappings. Their moms had to swear Lizzie to secrecy about what her present to Darcy was, and as time went on, Lizzie’s already weak resolved had wavered considerably.

“Oh- Lizzie and I were watching Lilo & Stitch, do you wanna do that?”‌ Darcy asked Cove.

Cove didn’t say anything, and just nodded. Darcy figured a nod was better than nothing, and she went back to the couch, Cove following close behind. She rewound a little to get back to where she and Lizzie left off, then the three kids watched the movie quietly. At least, as quietly as Lizzie could do anything. For the next couple of hours, it was a cycle of watching Darcy’s favorite movies and playing board games. Darcy couldn’t really tell if Cove was enjoying himself, today was one of those days that he said even less than usual.

The next guest to show up was Shiloh. His mommy couldn’t stay either, which left this morning feeling a lot like every other day. After a while, it inched closer to lunchtime, and Darcy’s friends began to show up, some of their parents sticking around, and others just dropping them off.

The Ryan household was busier than usual, with even just a handful more people than usual, chatting, laughing, and celebrating, with different games being held every now and then to keep the energy moving. Darcy’s moms had decided on the easy route of ordering pizzas for lunch, and once those had arrived, everyone grabbed colorful paper plates and somewhere to sit while they ate.

Darcy was at the center of everyone’s attention, which left her flustered, but it wasn’t so bad since these were people she knew.

When it came time for cake, Darcy had to cover her ears. Everyone singing had always been too loud for her to handle, and everyone knew to expect that. Just like she did that morning with her birthday pancakes, Darcy blew out the candles and made her second wish of the day. Once again, Lizzie asked what she had wished for, this time joined by some of Darcy’s more rambunctious friends, and Darcy just smiled and shook her head.

After everyone had their fill of cake and ice cream, Darcy’s moms directed the kids outside to play while they got everything set up for opening presents. One of her friends’ parents, Misty’s dad, joked about running off the sugar high. After being reminded not to wander too far, everyone ran out to enjoy the sunny day. Misty and Amber tugged Darcy along, and immediately she was thrown into a game of tag.

Darcy had fun running and laughing with her friends after so long of not getting to see each other. However, she couldn’t help but notice that Cove had disappeared at some point. She couldn’t remember seeing him while playing tag, and when she stepped inside, she couldn’t see him with the parents, who were so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed she had come in.

Now that she knew he wasn’t around, she realized that she needed to be the one to look for him. He had a tendency to run away, and Darcy wanted to be sure that he hadn’t completely run away from her birthday party.

She decided a good place to check first would be her room, maybe he was looking at her box of shells again. When she didn’t see him there, she checked Lizzie’s room, too, even though it wasn’t likely that he’d ever go in there. It didn’t seem like Cove was in the house, so she made her way back to the backyard, maybe she had just missed him.

The backyard was full of kids, but none of them had his green hair. That left only a couple of places that he might have been.

Darcy met Cove on the hill behind her house, and it seemed to be a place he had liked to go ever since. The hill wasn’t too far, but it was probably further than Darcy’s moms had intended for the kids to go. Darcy ignored the worry that she would upset her moms, and headed down the path to the hill.

That turned out to be the right call, as she saw Cove seated at the top of the hill, looking out at the ocean.

“Hey,” she said, taking a seat next to him. “You left the party.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” Darcy pulled her knees up to her chest. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Cove said, but he didn’t look fine.

Darcy watched him frown at the horizon, not sure what to say. She’d been having a lot of fun, it was her birthday after all, but it made her sad that something about the party might have upset Cove. Before she could come up with something to say, Cove spoke again.

“You have a lot of friends.”

That shocked Darcy, given the fact that she knew of a lot of people who had more than four friends, Lizzie and her moms for starters.

“Not really,” she said.

“I think so…” Cove responded. “I didn’t know there were gonna be so many people. I‌ liked it more when it was just you and me.”‌

Something about Cove saying that made Darcy’s cheeks flush. She liked spending time with just Cove, too, but today was a special one that she wanted to share with everybody. It made her sad to hear that Cove didn’t like being around her friends.

“I really wanted you to like everybody,” was all Darcy could manage to say.

“Why?” Cove asked, his wavy brows furrowed together as he looked at her.

“Cause… I- I like you the most, so I want you to like the things that I like.”‌

“Oh…”‌ Cove’s cheeks burned red. “But… we aren’t always gonna like the same things.”‌

“I know that, that’s not what I mean,”‌ Darcy huffed. “But at least the important things, like friends and stuff.”

Cove didn’t have anything to say to that, instead, he just looked down at his hands. Then, Darcy noticed he was holding something, but it was obscured by his legs.

“What’s that?”

“Oh.”

Cove lifted his hands and handed Darcy the gift bag that he brought that morning. Darcy’s eyes widened, and she took it from him, the question of “why” left unspoken.

“I was still gonna give it to you, I just didn’t want to have everyone else watching.”

The sentiment made Darcy smile. She looked between the gift and Cove, and he nodded for her to open it. She did, gingerly sifting through the colorful tissue paper to find a little package inside. Darcy retrieved it from the bag, and held it up to get a proper look. It was a bracelet, with silvery moons and stars hanging from a thin chain. Darcy’s jaw dropped as she took in the gift.

“Wow… it’s so pretty.”

“I‌ thought you’d like it,”‌ Cove said, digging the toe of his shoe into the dirt.

Darcy wrapped her arms around Cove’s shoulders, squeezing him tight.

“Thank you,”‌ she said softly. “I‌ love it.”

“You’re welcome.”‌

Darcy released Cove from the hug and sat back on the grass. She rubbed her knuckles against her cheeks, which had grown quite hot as she realized how evident her excitement over Cove’s gift was. She spared a glance at Cove to see him watching her, his cheeks tinged pink as well.

“Happy birthday, Darcy.”

#our life beginnings & always #cove holden #our life oc #hanastrodel.fic #hanastrodel.olba #hanastrodel.oc

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asexualastarion · 7 months

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General 1, 7, 8 story 2, 3, 7, 11 and romance 1, 5 and 11 for canon character avvid!!!

completely 100% canon companion avvid who is also from my brain

General:

1: Where can your Tav be recruited?

you can find avvid face down peter griffin death pose completely unconscious rolling death saves somewhere near the wreck site (they were not as lucky in the crash as you were). in order to recruit them you have to use the help action, a potion, or have shadowheart heal them

7: Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

hmmmm i dont have this down 100% yet ( i still need to beat the game after all) but here are the basics:

avvid's backstory is the same-- they escaped from their creche/the astral plane after learning that vlaakith intended to turn them into an egg machine in order to further her eugenics breeding program. avvid worries that by being abducted by the mind flayers has accidentally dragged them back into the life they were trying to avoid

if you do the rosymorn monastery stuff with them in the party the creche leader will recognize avvid as an escapee and has orders from vlaakith herself to turn them in alive (they cant make eggs if theyre dead). fight will ensue as usual and when vlaakith shows up to tell you about the astral plane she will also encourage you to turn avvid in

at some point you will have the opportunity to actually turn avvid in but if you try to do that they will become hostile and you'll have to kill them

their quest will be a mixture of lae'zel's and gale's. lots of fighting gith soldiers and pissing off vlaakith (avvid is pretty anti-orpheus, unlike lae'zel, though. they just view him as another potential dictator who will be no better than vlaakith). their quest would be like gale's in that there will be a lot of avvid thinking "i need to become the most powerful necromancer and lich of all time so i can finally kill vlaakith and protect myself and also so that i will be Useful". especially if you give them the book of thay (they fight astarion for it). they will also have a lot to say about ketheric thorm/myrkul ("how come that guy was the chosen of myrkul and not me, huh???"). you can encourage them to pursue power and safety or to pursue the quiet a life they have always wanted (even if they will always be on vlaakith's bad side). you can also pull a dragon age and harden them if you want-- basically you can either let them to continue to be overly trusting and gullible or soft or have them become more cynical and hard

basically it's a choice between letting avvid fully walk away from vlaakith and live their best life (even though they will forever be pursued by the gith) or letting avvid take the fight to vlaakith and pursue necromantic power and lichdom (and safety). it's about letting avvid remain trusting and open and in love the with the world (and yeah a little gullible) or letting them become more mature and cynical and a little less happy (but less likely to be taken advantage of).

8: What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp? How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

"All right. At least I'll have more time for reading."/ "Wonderful! I can't wait to see what the world has in store!"

Story Specific:

2: How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

ohhh avvid is so gullible and curious to a fault so they'd completely fall for raphael's bs. "he seems nice <|:-)". if you choose to make them more cynical they will do a 180 and condemn raphael but if you choose to keep them soft they'll be hesitantly interested in what Raphael has to offer

3: How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

they are jealous of the player character they are happy that the player character let astarion feed bc they feel sympathy for him and they are fully trusting that astarion won't hurt anyone in the party

7: What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

they'll be kinda sloshed (they are a lightweight) and acting pretty differently from their usual shy self! they'll be singing and dancing and talking to everyone and laughing a lot and just so happy and free! everyone thinks it's very endearing that they're so happy and if the player character chooses to romance them this will be one of tav's "oh" moments where they realize that they might have a crush tee hee!

11: What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

they are soooo shy and socially awkward so they go completely red and pull their hat down over their eyes and let out a small embarrassed (but endearing) shriek

Romance:

1: Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

they are! there aren't any specific requirements beyond getting their approval high enough. I think they'd fall in love with you pretty easily and they'd be the character you have to turn down in like every playthrough that you aren't romancing them lol

5: Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

I think it would depend on whether or not you choose to keep them trusting and naive and also whether or not you'd chose to have them commit to their dreams of lichdom. they will still love you no matter what but if you choose those options they become less, like, idealistic and overeager about their expectations? like less "we are going to settle down and live happily ever after and im already planning our wedding after a week of knowing you" and more "i love you and will kill for you but i cant make any promises about what our future holds and when i ascend to lichdom i will outlive you but it's okay cause when you die your bones are joining my skeleton army"

11: What are Tav’s plans for the future? Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?

see the above! if you choose to keep them as they are and discourage them from pursing lichdom i definitely think there would be an option to propose to them <3

#THANK YOU MINA ILY ILY ILY #avvid #kirnet

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laughingcuties · 2 years

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Just the Two of Us

Summary : Happens in the Bangtan Universe. Yoongi and Jungkook find comfort in each other's laughter.

Can be read as platonic or romantic, however you like :) btw this is a tickle fic so if you're not comfortable don't read

It's a quiet night of April, the air is cold and the noise outside has died down. The motel's room was a bit chilly, the window being open to allow the smoke of a newly lit cigarette to escape.

-"I thought you stopped smoking, Hyung."

One of the two boys in the room broke the silence, clearly not impressed by the older's behaviour.

-"..." he didn't reply and focused his gaze on the world outisde that tiny room. It was quiet and it felt lonely. Children's laughter should have been replaced by the blissful screams of people partying, but none of that could be heard in this lonely street.

He finally opened his mouth while getting rid of the cigarette.

-"Jungkook-ah... come here." his voice was soft when he said that, and Jungkook didn't even think twice before making his way to him.

-"Yoongi-hyung, are you alright?"

Yoongi nodded, before pulling Jungkook onto his lap with a smooth movement.

-"Yeah, yeah I'm alright. But I need you to do something for me."

-"Hmm, what?"

-"Stay still."

Yoongi didn't wait a second and, just like that, his fingers were scribbling all over Jungkook's ribs and torso, earning high pitched laughter from the guy.

-"HAHAHAHA WAIHAHAIT WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOIHIHIHING?"

-"Just getting a serotonin boost, don't mind me."

Yoongi had the biggest gummy smile on his face as Jungkook's laughter echoed in the room. It was Yoongi's favourite sound in the world, and he couldn't help himself from giggling along.

-"You're cute."

Jungkook couldn't even respond properly, he was just a laughing mess at this point. He didn't really want it to stop though, Yoongi had always been dealing with some mental health issues, and Jungkook had his own problems too, and thus their relationship could become quite chaotic, depressing even when they were in their worst moods. So they both lived for moments like this, where they could just laugh and enjoy each other's presence, as if everything was right in the world.

-"Aaah, I could listen to your laughter for eternity and still want more of it."

-"I'M GONNAHAHAHAHAHAH GET YOU BAHAHAHACK"

-"Heh, try then. Here, I'll give you the opportunity."

As he said that, Yoongi stopped his fingers, watching Jungkook catch his breath. It didn't take too long though, as next thing he knew, Jungkook had rotated his body just in a way to face Yoongi.

-"You're so gonna regret that."

As he said that with cutest bunny smile ever, he started to tickle Yoongi's neck.

-"W-ahahait!"

-"Don't wanna~"

Forever. Just a world where they could laugh together without worrying about anything else, just basking in each other's warmth.

Yoongi didn't have a loud laughter, it was mostly quiet, but when he was tickled, he would let out little squeaks and that was really cute to Jungkook. Seeing his Yoongi-hyung laugh like that always made him so happy and he wished it could last forever.

Even if those streets were empty, even if they could never hear other people's voices again, even if they remained alone in this world, they would be just fine.

-"YOU BRAHAHAHAT!"

-"Sorry Yoongi-hyungie, couldn't hear you~ Hahaha."

Yeah they would be just fine.

#bts suga #bangtan #hyyh yoonkook #bts jungkook #tickle fic #ler!yoongi #lee!yoongi #ler!jungkook #lee!jungkook #switches!yoonkook

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Hi! Could you do an epilogue to forever too much to take?

I love a good happy ending and some honeymoon action or some good take that Pat brisson would be good for my little heart.

strangely, this is the first time i've ever written a long fic and not had a hangover where i cling to my happy little residency in the world of the fic and spend hours thinking epilogue thoughts. this story just feels complete to me as-is.

also, not to be a downer, but... most people don't end up marrying their college significant other, and that would be even more unlikely to happen when you are both moving to different cities (and one of you has a legendarily short attention span... frankly i just don't see ADHD brendan brisson being able to do long distance.)

HOWEVER, if we were all to suspend our disbelief and pursue a happily ever after, our story would pick up on the eve of the 2026-27 season. it's the last year of the three-year bridge deal matty signed after his ELC, and the question of whether seattle is going to be able to lock up their 1C for the long term is a frequent topic of media and fan discussion. when the off-season passes without any word on an extension, ron francis keeps getting asked about it, and all he’ll say is that the front office is in frequent communication with matty’s representation and he expects they’ll be able to come to an agreement.

brendan, meanwhile, is a serviceable bottom sixer on a series of one-year, two-way contracts in vegas. as noted, he has not been great at doing long distance, particularly in a city full of opportunities for hedonism, and perhaps some of the emotional turmoil has impacted his development as a player (particularly in an organization that is not great about treating their players as people first).

maybe they've broken up and gotten back together a couple of times, maybe they've seen other people, maybe somebody cheated once? but things have stabilized over the last couple of years, especially as they've been training together/living together in california in the summers.

on one of their last mornings in town, matty rolls over and drapes an arm across brendan. he presses his face into brendan’s neck. the thought of getting out of bed and returning their realtor’s phone call to hear about the security deposit and where to drop off the keys to their rented condo tomorrow is excruciating. “do you think,” he says, as brendan stirs, “there’s a way for us to do this all the time.”

brendan wraps his arms around matty, tighter than matty expected first thing in the morning. he’s quiet for a moment. “this is probably the year to figure that out, right?”

all summer long matty’s been putting off pat’s inquiries about negotiations, what he wants, when he wants to start discussions. he’s been telling pat he wanted to focus on training, on next season. he’s still got a year left, right? no hurry. it hadn’t occurred to him that it was all connected, or that brendan realized it was. that brendan was waiting on him. now that he knows, it’s easy. “i want to get married.”

brendan’s arms are still tight around him. “for real this time?”

matty doesn’t think too much about the first time they got married anymore. he really hasn’t since the big 12 championship, when brendan hauled him up the stairs at mariucci to the concourse where everyone’s families were waiting, and marched up to his parents with a death grip on matty’s hand. jordy’s eyebrows went up and brendan’s mom hugged matty extra hard and pat looked at him searchingly while he was shaking matty’s hand and then he started talking to them about their line's defense. matty got an arm around brendan and brendan held onto him like he was an anchor and matty kissed him quickly on his forehead and that’s when matty’s family walked up. it felt like his mom would know, somehow, but there wasn’t any reason to think that. his folks have been just as welcoming to brendan as they have to anybody else who’s ever made matty happy. as far as matty knows, pat kept the secret.

(their teammates have probably forgotten about it too. once there wasn’t any more marriage to joke about, brendan and matty were just another annoying couple. the seniors implemented an aggressive system of fines just for them. brendan and matty pretty much financed the end of season golf outing with their PDA.)

but now that matty remembers, it makes it more important to do it right this time. he scrambles out of bed, tugs brendan’s hand out from under the covers, and gets down on one knee. “will you marry me?”

brendan looks at him over the edge of the mattress, sleepy-eyed and sun-kissed and bare-chested, and smiles. “fuck yeah.”

they have dinner with brendan’s parents that night and tell them they’re engaged. brendan’s mom tears up and tells matty he’s already part of the family but welcome to the family anyway. pat says “i thought this might be coming,” and after the plates are cleared they stay at the table a long time and he outlines a detailed plan for negotiations and explains the tradeoffs and what they’d be giving up and the impact on their earning power if they want to leverage matty’s contract negotiations to get brendan signed by the same team.

“you really think you can make this happen?” matty asks.

pat rubs his hands over his face and sighs. “i think I can.”

it’s a stressful season, because matty has to take the position that he’s willing to leave seattle if they won’t sign brendan, and that tension inevitably bleeds into the dressing room. seattle’s reluctant to trade for brendan’s rights because a player with his profile was not part of their long-term plan, and vegas is driving a hard bargain because they know pat can make it happen. pat has to pull a lot of strings and call in a lot of favors, and because the POV is now five years older and considerably more mature this time the reader actually gets a sense of what a reach this is for pat and how working the system on behalf of his son is going to impact his professional credibility and how that weighs on him. (pat did exactly the same thing to keep brendan from getting traded to buffalo, but brendan didn’t notice or appreciate it at the time.)

[handwave-y contract stuff] everything works out! brendan and his horrible LA tiktok bros go surfing in tulum for his bachelor party and josh richards does a vlog about it. matty and all his masshole friends and ntdp boys go golfing in south carolina. everyone who’s invited posts the same three pics on their instagrams and they all get super weird in the comments.

they have a giant beach wedding in california (vows at sunset, barefoot, cuffed pants, expensive shirts halfway buttoned) with an absolutely stupid number of groomsmen. thom does not officiate but they ask him to give a toast. he asks if he can tell the whole story and they give him the go-ahead. so much time has passed. it’s funny now, right? especially since everything worked out in the end. and matty figures his mom probably can’t kill him at his own wedding.

thom lays it on thick, starting way back at the ntdp. (“this guy, he went to meet the great pat brisson, and the next morning all he could say to me was “do you know brendan? he seems pretty cool.”) and then thom basically makes himself the hero who saved matty from his longtime crush by orchestrating a wedding. matty covers his face and brendan slings an arm around the back of matty’s chiavari chair with a self-satisfied smile.

thom gets awwwws from the crowd at the stick tape rings, and kent approvingly punches owen in the arm at the head table. everybody laughs about thom and jacob trying to send brendan home from the christmas party with matty, only to realize in disgust that brendan came back to the bonfire a half hour later. pat’s clients at the tables around him roar and give him a hard time when thom talks about a CAA lawyer waking him up to sign a statement. the crowd groans about matty arriving shell-shocked from LA, and whoops its approval at thom and jacob kicking brendan out of the house.

pat listens with an expression that doesn’t betray anything. but at the end of the night, just before matty and brendan are about to slip away to their room, he pulls them aside. he’s sorry. he didn’t understand. if he’d known how they felt, he would have… well, he would have handled things differently, that’s all.

“s’okay,” brendan says, leaning into matty’s side, champagne-drunk and deliriously happy. he didn’t expect how good it would feel, how vindicating it would be for his dad to hear that matty wanted him first, wanted him for a long time before brendan caught up. they stumble off toward the elevator together, giddy and off-balance, matty’s lips pressed against brendan’s hair.

#thanks for this ask anon!#this was a fun exercise and i genuinely had not thought about any of this before

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