#.Mutuals

[uzurakis]

knock knock ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

kiara . . . imagine kaiser as a dad ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ( a girldad specifically . . . he has three-four little girls :< )

i could swear to god that he had never considered being willing to have children in his life. having experienced abuse as a child, he veered away from the concept of a family and even from love itself. kaiser who’s not interested in building a family because he doesn't know any better and has never experienced a stable family. in fact, he doesn't even consider ending the trauma; he just doesn't give a damn anymore. he has no faith in love or miracles.

but suddenly, he found himself here, with three beautiful daughters who looked at him with eyes full of love and admiration. they were a constant reminder of a life he had never imagined for himself, and yet, they filled a void he hadn’t known existed.

he watched as his youngest daughter, barely three years old, toddled towards him with a giggle, her tiny hands reaching out for him. he gently scooped her up, fearing it might break, but her warmth against his chest soothed him down. her laughter was infectious, and despite himself, a smile tugged at his lips.

your voice called out from the kitchen, “michael, can you help with the twins? they’re arguing over the crayons again.”

kaiser sighed, but there was no real frustration behind it. “alright, i’m coming, mein liebling,” he replied, setting down the youngest and heading towards the living room where the chaos was in full swing.

when you joined him in the living room, you gave him a knowing smile. “you’re doing great, you know.”

but he shook his head, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of his past. “i never thought i’d be here,” he admitted quietly, showing another vulnerability of his. “i never thought i’d have a family, let alone be any good at this.”

you took his hand, squeezing it gently. “none of us know what we’re doing at first. but look at them, mein mann. they’re happy, and they love you. you’re their hero. du bist unser held.”

a lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed hard, unable to speak for a moment. “i just… i never had this,” he finally said. “i don’t know how to be a good father.”

“you are a good father, michael,” you insisted, eyes filled with conviction. “you’re here, you love them, and you try every day. that’s more than enough.”

he looked at you, his wife, the one who had seen through his walls and loved him despite everything. “i don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

you smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “you deserve all the happiness in the world, michael. and you deserve this family.”

[iceman-kazansky]

Echo

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Requested by: BoB Secret Santa 2024

Pairings: David Kenyon Webster x F!reader

Warnings: Reader mentions religion, though it isn't explicitly given. Prob cringe and def not my best work. Angsty towards the end, Web gives comfort.

Word count: 2011

A/n: @multifandomfanfic Congrats! I'm your Secret Santa gifter! Merry Christmas! Secondly, HAD THIS QUEUED FOR NEXT. YEAR. I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. I JUST GOT HOME AFTER BEING WITH FAMILY FOR THE HOLIDAYS AND I DECIDED TO CHECK ON THIS AND THERE WAS NOTHING?? I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME GIRL.

Taglist: @inglourious-imagines @ronsparky @grumpy-liebgott @mstiemountainhop

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You were tired. So incredibly tired. You were tired of the snow and the cold. Tired of the all time low depression circling among men you knew were formidable and strong.

It didn't help one bit that you were missing your best friend in this war.

Webster had taken a shot to the leg earlier when Easy was still in Arnhem and now laid in some English hospital recuperating. You didn’t resent him for his absence. The Ardennes was definitely not pleasant, and while you planned to stay with your comrades the duration of the suffering, you were glad Web had managed to get out of it. Maybe it was God’s will.

The days were long and arduous, soldiers' vigor spent after a week of this– ironically– icy hell. Whistle-like songs of bombs that berated the dense conifers every draining day and sleepless night had become a mere echo to your ears.

Puffing a frustrated mouthful of frozen white that furled into the midday sky, you shove your rosy hands into your opposing sleeves, curling your fists into the material and drawing your knees into your chest. The cloudy sky has cleared, and a white blanket resides on the ground.

Footsteps crunch along the ivory snow, drawing your attention. It’s sergeant Lipton, and he very clearly heads towards you. “Y/l/n,” he addresses, “I have mail for you.”

He passes you a cream envelope sealed tightly. You thank him and he asked about your well being. Short conversation ensued, but it wasn’t long before Lip was on his way to deliver mail to the next soldier.

Finally, your attention had been placed on the envelope. Flipping it in your numb hands you read the neat cursive that addressed you. The return address included a name you hadn’t expected: David Kenyon Webster.

Pulling on the loose edge of the envelope, you effortlessly opened it. Inside contained a letter:

Dear Y/l/n,

Hello, I hope things are going well for you. Things are definitely boring here for me. Doctors and nurses are pretty busy, so I sit and read for the most part, sometimes addressing mail or writing letters. You’re one of the first I’ve written, actually. Currently, I’m worried about not being able to return to Easy Company. The deadline for my return approaches soon and I’m not nearly healed enough to come back now. Or atleast, the doctors don’t think so. There are many people in this hospital, most talk about wanting to return to their old companies– the problem is, however, that most are too far to make a run for it and go AWOL. This place is quite boring, there isn’t anyone I personally know over here, and I definitely miss you guys.

Anyways, I hear the 101st are stationed along the Ardennes forest? How is it going over there? I hope to hear from you soon

Your eyes read each word, scanning the page. The letter heals something inside of you, a loneliness accumulated by means you aren’t entirely sure of. Some logical part of your brain tells you it’s your way of missing Webster. You miss the daily talks, the jokes, the deep conversations. The absence of his well thought out words leaves a hollow hole of silence in your ears and your heart.

Beginning to contemplate how you'll respond, you dig through your pockets for paper. Eagerly, you began writing your reply:

Dear Webster,

Things over here are quite the same. Every day, I mean. Nothing new– same old same old. Though, definitely not as they would be if you were here, I'm sure. We sleep in foxholes with no blankets and get bombed every day.

You pause in your letter writing, considering what to write about. You’ve already detailed the misfortunes of the 506th in the Ardennes forest currently. Finally, you settle on the topic of Christmas.

There’s talk of going home by Christmas. I hope we do, it’s only a few weeks from now. Yet, the closer we get to the holiday my hope dwindles. Realistically, I don’t think it’s going to happen. We haven’t heard much about the front lines moving. There are still Krauts all around us in the trees, and we don’t go home until there’s not. We lack the sufficient supplies to just go over there and do something, though.

Anyways, Merry Christmas if I don’t write to you before the holiday. I know letters may take awhile to reach you because I’m at the front lines. Hope England is treating you nice.

You closed off the letter, signing it before folding it closed and slipping it inside the envelope you’d snagged.

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It had been a week since you’d sent the letter to Webster. It was a quiet morning. The front lines had moved significantly, with the entirety of the 506th and the 501st being stationed along and in the small town of Foy. Ronald Speirs of Dog company had replaced Captain Dike during battle. Christmas was a few days away, and nearly all the hope of being pulled from the front was extinguished.

The air was frigid, gentle snowflakes falling from the sky to settle on the forest floor.

Crunching through the snow, Carwood approached, white box in hand. Reaching down he handed it to you, nodding to you and offering a ‘Mail for you. Merry Christmas’, before moving on further down the line.

Your hands trembled as you held the package. Slowly, your fingers moved to tear holes in the wrap holding it, peeling back the layer to open the mysterious box. There was another letter, and your hands brought it closer so you could read the short, neatly scribbled and unfolded note:

Merry Christmas! This is for you because I wanted to get you something for Christmas. I know it isn’t much, but I hope it lightens your time in the Ardennes. Sorry I’m not there to give it to you personally. When I read it, I really liked it, so maybe if you like it too we can talk about it when I’m back. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Signed,

David Kenyon Webster

A smile spreads across your face. You remove the letter from the box, the paper revealing a book.

You run your hands along the hard covering on the outside before your numb fingers find themselves flipping through its pages. It’s definitely small enough to fit in one of your tunic pockets. It settles nicely in the safety of your clothes while you reach deep into another pouch to grab a pencil and a paper.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Trucks rumble down the road, exhaust hangs in the air. It’s early February, the streets of Hagenau are muggy and littered with broken cobblestone. However, nobody in the 501st minded. There were warm showers and food, and shells of houses to stay in.

The scar of Belgium hung heavy over all the regiments involved who were currently stationed in Hagenau. There was a loss like no other present, many faces missing amongst the drastically shrunk groups.

Carefully, you picked your way along the ruined streets. It wasn't long before the sound of stones shifting underfoot signalled a new presence had arrived. You turned, half expecting to see an officer coming to you for an inquiry, but we're shocked to lock eyes with a face you hadn't seen in what felt like a millennia.

“Web,” You spluttered, eyes widened in shock. “When’d you get back?”

He fell in step beside you, face turned to you as he answered, “Earlier today. I just talked to a few Easy Company troops.”

You nodded. When was the last time you'd seen him? Suddenly, like a lightbulb, you remembered Bastogne and the book you carried in your tunic pocket. “Thank you for the Christmas gift. I really enjoyed it.”

The corner of his lips lifted upwards at the mention. “Of course.”

A few minutes of silence passed after that, the only sound being the clobbering of stones beneath your synchronized steps.

Eventually, you collected your voice again, finding a subject and picking the conversation back up. “I'm glad you're back.”

He made a little noise. Sort of like a scoff. “Thanks, but it doesn't seem everyone else is.”

Glancing over, it didn't take a genius to piece together it was bothering him. “Oh? What do you mean?”

“It doesn't seem like I'm very popular here anymore.” Webster explained. He sighed, eyebrows furrowing before he carryied on, “I don't know. I thought it'd be easier coming back. That I'd get a warmer welcome. Yet, all I've gotten is cold glares and it's like everyone here is.. well, different. All of them act like I wasn't around from Toccoa until Arnhem. Maybe I've been naïve.”

You shook your head, “You're not naïve, Web. Although the men might have a cold shoulder for a while I'm sure they'll eventually welcome you back.” You paused to contemplate your next words, “I mean, we did just go through hell. Maybe they feel envious you weren't there, or they know you can never truly relate. Even if you are from Toccoa days.”

Webster's shoulders merely slump in defeat. “Do you envy me? For not being there.”

“Of course not! If anything, I'm happy you weren't, Web. Bastogne was really..” You paused, searching for a word. Anything to describe the emptiness that the aftermath left, the loss of close friends you still haven't accepted are gone yet. You swallow hard, throat bobbing before you replied, “-tough.”

The walk grew quiet after that. You didn't have anything to input and it appeared that neither did Webster. However, even if you did, it would've been impossible with the increasing ache in your chest, the hollow cavity of a wound you'd reopened. A tidal wave of memories about to send you spiraling.

Skip. Penkala. Smokey. Guarnere and Toye. Some dead, others shipped off the front lines with superficial injuries. Their names echoed relentlessly in your head and you could feel a cold sense of dread and unease filling your system, spiking your nerves. What did you mean you'd never speak to them again; You'd never hear a sarcastic comment or a joke that had you bent over with tears in your eyes, howling in laughter. What did you mean you'd never get to jump from the belly of a plane with them again? Never experience the relief of seeing them alive and well when you made contact with the company on the ground, knowing your Toccoa boys were safe.

Webster happened to glance over while you were trying to calm yourself and immediately noticed you trembling with the effort of holding yourself together. “Are you okay?” He asked and you hated how concerned his voice sounded. You were stronger than this. You knew you were.

“I-” You tried, but the words died in your throat. Feeling like a hand had reached up from the depths to drag you under, you felt the pinpricks of tears in the corner of your eye. In a panicked state you had the revelation that you were about to break down in front of Webster. The small splash of tears against your tunic seemed to echo in your ears and it wasn't long before you became a shaking mess with tears streaming down your cheeks, unable to utter a single word.

Web didn't say a word, instead he took a step closer and wrapped his arms around you. It was obvious that he wasn't sure about this through the hesitance mirrored in his actions but you hoped he knew what he was doing was right. You relaxed into his hold, your body leaning into him instinctively.

Your tears fell more freely now, trapped between your cheeks and his fresh uniform. You felt his hand trail up your back, stopping to rub comforting circles.

Something about the wordless gesture brought a sense of comfort to you. It was unknown but definitely not unwelcome. He made you feel like maybe everything would be okay, that he'd hold you again, just like this, if anything ever went south.

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞��!

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ || ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

[gregoriahlover]

hey do you wanna play some dti :P

you caught me when i shut my phone off for the night 💔💔 idk what your time zone is but mine is eastern mountain time so convert my 10:00 pm to your whatever time and that’s when i have to be off

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

server is debating my potential public f/o reveal

[starhrtz]

happy valentines~ <3

love u too (i just checked my inbox)

[dreamwinged]

Your art is adorable oml

OMG THANK YOUUU SM!!<333 💖💖 this made my day hehe

[donnas-dollface]

me and @theyenvymarleyyy are going to travel the multiverse for a new world because this one sucks, bye 🏃‍♀️

[hollystarquarium]

Happy new years!!! We haven’t really talked, but always a pleasure to have u on the dash! Hope ur 2024 is good! :3

thank you!!! happy new years too :D i hope yours is filled with all the beeduo content !!

[cafedanslanuit]

🌷 + ☁️ + 🍃 with Porco, please 🥰

mwah, im doing these for porco again <3

🌷 what do they do when you/your OC are having a bad day at work/school/in general?

my love language is gifts, so he'd send me some coffee and a muffin or something alike. your answers are so alike, haha. also, when im very tired/upset with life, i tend to get very irritated around noise and the smallest of things, so he makes sure not to make much noise when i get home and also offers hugs, that are always welcomed <3 (silenced hugs pls fjsd)

☁️ what is a hobby(ies) or interest(s) of yours/your oc that they'll pick up as well?

i really like baking! and i think i could get him hooked on that as well <3 he prefers to cook pasta and stuff but we start to look for recipes for pastries and all to maybe try it out together :)

🍃 who pursued who first?

he did! but i was hooked on him for sooooo long before lmao. i just never take the first step, so he had to do it, but for me it was a first sight thing. found him so handsome i just had to meet him, and hope the attraction was mutual lol

[uzurakis]

hunnie bunnie . . . x-x i’ve been thinkin’ . . . who in bllk would be the best fathers / babydaddyz ? ? x-x hehe choose wisely !

( my bllk brainrot is cummin’ (hehe) back . . . eeerrrrgrgeheh (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ)

my sweetiepie . . in this essay i will make immensely clear of who i think would be the best papas in blue lock.

first on the list . . reo mikage. it’s crystal clear he would luxurize his family in everything. well, with his wealth and capabilities, why would he not? once he has a family to take care of, 100% would step up and never wanna let you guys down. although he’s busy, he’s gonna make the most of it when he’s free from work; playing with the kids, taking them out, buying their clothes personally (even though he has baya, i’d think he trust baya to take care of his kids when he’s not available). oh my god, he’s just going to spoil you with everything, EVERYTHING. you give a glance at a dior bag? he gon’ take it PERSONALLY and buy it most immediately. same with the kids, just one index finger pointing at a set of clothes, he’ll by three of them in different colors. best daddy or . . sugardaddy?

next we have . . rensuke kunigami (pre-wildcard). i could definitely see he’s the type to play with the kids by lounging them up to the air as if they’re flying, plays hide and seek; jus a typical humble and modest happy family ^^

yoichi isagi, our mc! i bet he’s going to b a decent father also. like . . he grew up normally with affection and he’s just going to be a loving father in the household, definitely.

special mentions: kurona, nanase.

1-4 leans more on the canon side, but fanon? oliver aiku TRUST ME ON THIS, ITS FANON AFTER ALL! jus forget that he cheats on girls and it’s fine! also kaiser, duh, if he could come over his traumatic past, he’ll be a good one of a father.

[iceman-kazansky]

Thank you for the tag @land-sh , @merriell-allesandro-shelton , @jump-wings , and @footprintsinthesxnd for tagging me <33

10 characters 10 fandoms

Daniel Jackson, Saving Private Ryan

Arthur Morgan, Red Dead Redemption 2

Animal Mother, Full Metal Jacket

RK800 Connor, Detroit: Become Human

Lewis Nixon, Band of Brothers

Paul Bäulmer, All Quiet on the Western Front

William Schofield, 1917

Desmond Doss, Hacksaw Ridge

Werner Pfenning, All the Light we Cannot See

No Pressure Tagging: @mentaljasp || @softly-writes || @blvestxr || @liptonsbabe || @honeydjarin || and anyone else who wants to join in!

[gregoriahlover]

Have you heard of our lord and savior Sebastian Solace /silly

i swear to god the name rings a bell but i can’t quite place it

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

guys we’ve been guessing all these anime characters with light eyes… have we considered This possibility?

ALICE. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH.😭😭😭 /j

literally me seeing him in my inbox

[starhrtz]

i love ur theme🫶🏾

WEHEHEHEHHEHDGDVBDD I LOVE URS TOO (ALSO I JUST REALISED UR A VOLTRON FAN??? RAHAHHAHAHAJAJJA)

[bbibbirose]

our beautiful sky + the sun bc ur a sweetiepie

literally the sweetest I’m taking you as my older sibling