#I just want to be home with my kid and wife and see my clients when it’s convenient for all of us

[snezus-christ-risen]

Post-vacation anhedonia has me dissociating at work wishing I was flat on my couch with THC flooding my veins and a brain full of beautiful words to finish this fic.

[bmbochangetales]

Another meeting Ashley was on the sidelines for. She wanted to make sure she made a good impression even if she wasn’t involved. She had just graduated college and wanted to work her way up. She had been helping pass out papers and serve the members of the board.

She even pointed out to the Board President a valuable client opportunity in his files. When suddenly he commanded the attention of the other men.

“Gentlemen, what a waste of talent you have keeping Ms. Smith in this position!”

Finally, someone saw her talent and skills. This was looking good for her. The President saw that she was good at the job and could do so much in a higher position.

“I mean look at those milkers, obviously she is going to make one of you a very happy man.”

What was happening? Her boobs suddenly tripled in size. Her once demure button down now squeezed he boobs out on display for the men. Oh fuck. They were huge. Maybe this was a test though to see if she could handle boardroom talk. She just began to remove their cups and dishes.

“Did you see they was she cleared the table too? A tray full of coffee cups and plates from breakfast and she did it in heels and a skirt! A domestic goddess waiting!”

Her skirt shrunk and become a tight miniskirt. Her sensible pumps became sexy high heels. Her hair and make up overly done for a day at the office. She continued clearing the table showing off. Making sure to touch the gentlemen and show off her assets to the company.

“And just look at those hips. My wife popped out 6 healthy kids and Ms. Smith looks even more able. Think of how many times you could knock up a young thing like her.” He gave her ass a slap for emphasis. Ashley’s hips widened as her ass bounced out. Ashley saw all the eligible men in the room. She wouldn’t have time for a career supporting one of these sexy, smart men. She would do better at home, getting knocked up, taking care of their home, making sure they don’t have to worry about a thing especially with their stressful job, that she could barely understand. She was here to serve them coffee and pastries.

“I’m sure she would bring you lunch and those lips for a good afternoons blowjob.” He gave tits a good squeeze as she refreshed his coffee. She let out a long moan but kept doing her job. She imagined being under the desk deep throating a big cock as her husband kept working. Stopping only to spray cum down her throat. Then wobbling down the hallway showing off her big pregnant belly, as she went home to make him a dinner worth of a Michelin star.

“Who is taking this fine bimbo home gentlemen?” The president asked the board. There were murmurs of negotiation as the gentlemen pulled rank and status on each other. Well the men were busy arguing, the lowly mid level manager decided to do things more forward. He grabbed Ashley and bent her over the projector table. Her moans called all the men’s attention to their lost prize as their subordinate claimed her for himself. They all looked to the president as the manager emptied his balls into Ashley who was just letting everyone know what a slut she was.

“Hostile takeover style,” the president said, “that is the kind of men we need in leadership here. The bimbo is yours. Now let’s talk promotion.”

[tallgirl14]

Chilchuck angst

I love this lil middle age man but i aslo live for angst so her are few my ideas because I need tell someone and if you have angst dm me we can talk about it

He carries a wallet size family portrait (when his girls were little) with him when he goes down in a dungeon, and he looks at it when he miss them. ( I feel like photos are probably pretty 💰💰 so they only had few consist wedding photo, baby photo mayjack she's fist born, then one of the whole family ) and this photo is chaotic and It makes him smile.

This is the ONLY photo he has of his entire family and he hasent seen them in few years with his kids grown living there own lives and him and his wife are split this photos all he's got.

How far would this man go for this picture. I can see chilchuck getting badly hurt because he went back to grab it and as Marcille is lecturing him about his reckless action as she's healing him.

Marcille: "What could have been so important that you risk your life over??"

Chilchuck: "my family or what's left of it"

He shows her the photo and marcille feels her heart drop she finally got to learn something about him and its sad ( this miscommunication leads to his group to believe chil family is dead )

Chilchuck taught Mayjack how to pick locks, and in the manga, he says when he dies, if they need someone, she'd be their first choice. SO he obviously took her through dungeon showing her how to navigate because being locksmith in a shop vs. dungeon is night & day different, dungeon being high pace environment.

Could you imagine how traumatizing that would be if saw her dad die in front of her AND NOT KNOW THEY COULD BE REVIVED!! (Seeing anyone die would be scaring) Especially if she felt it was her fault.

At first, Mayjack was curious about going into a dungeon with her dad to see exactly what he does she rember as kid seeing him come home late tired excused but mostly worn down.

Whenever she asked him about his work as a kid he was always vague or if he did talk about it was pg version and normally he was just trying scare us about going into dungeon. BUT one thing he made very clear, he didn't want any of her or her sister near the dungeon, but now that she's an adult, he couldn't stop her.

" I still don't want you near the dungeon, but you are a skilled locksmith, so you would be valued and well paid. IF you're still interested, I'll have you shadow me on my next small job so you can see what it's like."

At first, it was like any job we met with the client went over to the terms dad took payment, and then we headed over to the dungeon. I was awestruck by the new environment, but it quickly became overstimulating it took me a moment to adjust. the first few levels, dad had pointed out things to avoid what were scams & how to detect traps and walked me through a few I felt confident. Most importantly, when talking jobs, always have a skilled healer. Now I realize why as we enter new room dad was working on trap I was observing the room when I noticed treasure chest peaking out corner not knowing it was a mimick.

Chilchuck was Halfway through picking his lock when his dad sense went off. He quickly looked around room and spotted may messing with mimick

Chilchuck: "MAYJACK TIMS! get away from that!!" He starts running towards her

May turned to look at her dad, confused " why I already unlocked it?"

Her body stiffened as she could feel presents inside the chest, but before mimick could attach, chilchuck pushed her out of the way taking damage as it jabbed one of its claws through his neck causing him to bleed everywhere all mayjack could do was watch in horror paralyzed with fear trying process what happened. One of group members took care of mimick while she scrambled to her feet to get to here dad trying to put pressure on his wound tears flooding out

"Nonononno im sorry I'm sorry 🥺 "

As chilchuck lay there dying, he was more concerned with the fact he could comfort his daughter. This wasn't how he wanted to see death for the first time. Afterwards, the healer from their group came over and assured her he was going to be fine as she worked on reviving him.

Chilchuck let out a gasp and cough out some blood that had remained stuck in his throat. He turns to mayjack " that's why I told you to stay near me..." He moves toward her noticing her hands are strained with his blood. " are you hurt?... may? "

She shakes her head, and tears start to fall down her face he pulls her in for a hug. " it's ok, I'm ok ... I'm right here. " she hugs him tight, and they stay in that embrace for a while. When they finally break the hug, chilchuck wipes tears from her face.

" im sorry you saw that... do you want to go home.? "

" but the job?"

Chilchuck shakes his head " don't worry about it I brought someone along for that exact reason"

[acknowledge-reigns]

Needy | Jey Uso x Reader (featuring Roman x OC)

Description: Reader has been feeling down with Jey being on the road so much + Roman and Jey bring their girls food while they're getting their hair done.

Warnings: Discussion of depression and anxiety, doubts, suggestive behavior and language, mild angst, fluff.

requested by: @wrestlingbaby

My masterlist can be found here.

You and your best friend Nettie walk into the cozy salon, the scent of hair products filling the air. The salon is empty, save for sisters Elysia and Desia, your other two friends who are chatting with each other at the front desk. They co-own the Salon D+E Beauty.

"Hey, y'all!" Elysia greets you with a warm smile as you enter. "Long time no see!"

Desia nods in agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"We were wondering when you two were gonna show up!" she says, grinning. "We've got the whole place to ourselves today, so we can take our time with your hair. Which is good cause y'all 15 minutes late."

Elysia and Desia usher you and Nettie over to the chairs, pulling out hair products, combs and brushes. They start getting to work, sectioning off your hair expertly.

"How's life been treating you girls?" Desia asks, her fingers moving deftly through your hair.

Nettie laughs, settling into her chair. "Busy as always," she says. "Work, the kids, family drama... you know how it is."

Nettie was a mom of five, married to Roman Reigns. With her husband being so busy doing everything required of him as quite literally the biggest star in wrestling to day, being a stay at home mom with her own online shop kept her on constant go.

Elysia nods sympathetically, her hands never slowing down as she works on Nettie's hair. "Tell me about it," she says. "I've been swamped with clients lately. I barely have time to breathe."

Desia grins, rolling her eyes. "That's an understatement," she says. "She's practically living at the salon these days."

Elysia sticks her tongue out at Desia, pretending to be offended. "Hey, it's not my fault I'm in demand," she says. "People can't resist my magic touch."

Desia chuckles to herself as she begins to seperate the pieces of vibrant ombre blue and black braiding hair for your head while Elysia did fhe same from Nettie, though her hair was a red and black ombre instead.

Elysia catches Desia's chuckle and shoots her a playful glare. "What are you laughing at?" she asks, pretending to be annoyed.

Desia just grins wider, clearly enjoying teasing her friend.

"Oh, nothing," she says innocently. "Just thinking about how humble you are."

"Anywayyy, Y/N, you're quiet. What's going on with you?" Elysia asks looking over at you in Desia's chair

You smile softly, your eyes flickering up to meet Elysia's gaze in the mirror.

"It's.. complicated." You let out a sigh.

"Complicated how?" Desia asked.

"Complicated like.. I've just been down lately, with Jey on the road so much..." You shared with your girls.

Nettie frowns, concern etched on her face. "I know that's tough," she says, "Back when Roman was on the road more I had the same issue. I'm so thankful for his reduced schedule these days."

It was nice to have a friend that actually understood what it meant to be a wrestling wife. Not just a wrestling wife but a bloodline wife. All four women were close, they'd all known each other since college but only you and Nettie share that specific connection.

"Have you guys talked about it?" Desia asked.

"Well.. No." You sighed.

"You know he'd want to know how you're feeling, right?" Elysia says. "He loves you, and he wouldn't want you to suffer in silence."

"Elysia's right," Nettie says. "Jey's not a mind reader. He needs to know when something's bothering you."

"I don't want to seem.. Needy. Or high maintenance." You stated.

Elysia rolls her eyes, clearly disagreeing with your thoughts.

"You're not needy or high maintenance," she says firmly. "You're a person who has needs and feelings, just like anyone else. And Jey loves you for exactly who you are, including the times when you need him."

Nettie gives you another reassuring glance

"Seriously, girl," she says. "Don't let your insecurities get in the way of communication with Jey. It's not doing you any favors, and it's not fair to him either."

���➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴

A couple of hours later, the girls' hair is about half done. Nettie had texted Roman that the two of you needed him and Jey to bring you some food since it was going to be another hour or two and you both were starving.

The door to the salon swings open, and Roman and Jey walk in, carrying takeout bags.

"Look who finally decided to show up," Nettie teases, glancing over at the two men.

Jey grins, his eyes lighting up as he sees you standing there scrolling on your phone. He sets the bags down on the front desk and strides over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"Hey, baby," he says, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You lean back into his embrace, feeling a wave of comfort wash over you. The familiar scent of his cologne fills your nostrils, and you close your eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of his strong arms around you.

"Missed you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. "You look beautiful, by the way."

He glances up at the half-done braids, his eyes filled with admiration. "You got that blue for me?"

You smile softly, a mix of warmth and affection filling your chest.

"Of course I did," you say, tilting your head back to look at him. "I knew you'd like me matching your gear."

Jey grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I love it," he says, his voice low and seductive. He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, his fingers tracing patterns on your waist.

Roman rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his head at his cousin's obvious PDA. "Can you two get a room already?" he jokes.

Jey just chuckles, tightening his grip on you possessively.

"Don't mind if we do," he retorts, giving your waist a playful squeeze.

"He must really miss you too, Y/N. And you thought you would seem needy." Desia accidentally lets slip.

Jey's expression immediately softens, and he glances down at you, concern etched on his face.

"What's she talking about, baby?" he asks, his voice gentle.

The girls exchange guilty looks, realizing they may have inadvertently let something slip. Roman just sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh oh, Jey's in trouble," he mutters in a teasing tone to his cousin.

"Oh, shush!" Nettie scolded Roman with a light smack to his muscular chest.

Jey raises an eyebrow, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly.

"Hey, don't ignore me," he says, his tone firm but still gentle. "What did Desia mean by that?"

"We'll talk when I get home, okay?" You offered.

Jey looks like he wants to press further, but he knows better than to push you when you're not ready to talk. He nods reluctantly, his expression a mix of concern and frustration.

"Alright, we'll talk later," he agrees, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

The tension in the room is palpable as the others exchange glances, knowing that there's clearly something unspoken between you and Jey. Roman and Nettie both look uncomfortable, while Desia bites her lip, silently scolding herself for her slip-up.

The air seems to thicken as Jey reluctantly releases you from his embrace. He gives your hand a final squeeze, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what's bothering you.

"I love you" He says.

You return the sentiment, your voice soft and sincere.

"I love you too," you say, mustering a small smile.

The others remain silent, the atmosphere in the salon now a mixture of tension and awkwardness as the guys take their leave.

Once the door shuts behind them, Desia lets out a sigh.

"I'm sorry," she says, guilt evident in her voice. "I didn't mean to let that slip out like that."

"It's fine. I needed that nudge to talk to him anyway" You said.

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴

The rest of the braiding session goes by quickly, and soon enough, you're all finished. The girls bid you farewell, promising to meet up again soon.

You gather your things and head out to your car, the weight of the conversation with Jey looming over you.

The drive home is silent, your mind racing with thoughts of what to say to Jey. When you finally arrive home, you take a deep breath and step inside, steeling yourself for the inevitable conversation.

You find Jey in the living room, sprawled out on the couch and scrolling through his phone. He looks up as you enter, his eyes immediately locking onto yours.

"Hey," he says, his voice cautious. "You're home."

He sets his phone down and pats the space next to him on the couch, silently inviting you to sit down. His expression is a mixture of curiosity and concern, clearly wanting to know what's been going on with you.

You take a seat beside him, the silence between you thick with tension. Jey turns to face you, his gaze unwavering.

"So," he says, breaking the silence. "Care to explain what Desia meant earlier?"

Jey waits patiently, his eyes never leaving yours. He knows you well enough to give you the space to gather your thoughts and find the right words.

After a moment of silence, you take a deep breath and finally speak up.

"I've been feeling... neglected," you admit, the words feeling heavy on your tongue.

Jey's expression darkens, his jaw clenching slightly.

"Neglected how?" he asks, his voice tight.

You can see the concern and guilt in his eyes, but there's also a hint of anger, as if he's upset with himself for not noticing sooner.

"You've been working a lot lately, Being champion has you on the road even more." you say softly. "And when you're home, you're either on the phone or working out or watching TV. It feels like I hardly ever get to spend time with you anymore."

Jey's shoulders slump slightly, the weight of your words hitting him hard. He looks away, guilt written all over his face.

"Damn it," he mutters under his breath. "I had no idea I was making you feel that way."

"I just miss you is all. And I struggle a lot when you're on the road, with my anxiety and depression and i didn't know how to tell you without sounding needy.." you explain.

Jey's heart clenches at your words, and he reaches out to take your hand in his.

"You're not needy, baby," he says firmly, looking into your eyes.

He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight against his chest.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, burying his face in your hair. "I never meant to neglect you like that. I've just been so focused on work and trying to prove myself that I lost sight of what really matters."

He holds you even tighter, as if he's afraid to let go.

"I promise I'll do better," he says, his voice full of determination. "I'll make more time for you, no matter what. When I'm home, I'm all yours, babygirl."

Jey pulls back slightly, his hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes.

"I love you so damn much," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you never feel neglected again. You mean everything to me, and I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt that."

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss.

"You're my priority, not work, not the title, not anything else," he murmurs against your lips. "You come first, always."

He deepens the kiss, pouring all of his love and regret into it. His hands slide down your body, pulling you closer until you're practically in his lap.

"I love you, y/n," he whispers, breaking the kiss to nuzzle your neck.

"I love you too, Jey.." You said.

Jey's lips find your neck, and he presses a series of gentle kisses against your skin.

"I don't deserve you," he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body possessively.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at you.

"Let me make it up to you," he says, his voice low and rough. "Let me show you just how much I love and need you."

Without waiting for a response, he scoops you up into his arms and stands up from the couch. He carries you effortlessly to the bedroom, his grip on you tight and possessive.

"I'ma show you, baby.. I'ma take care of you."

[juliussilver25]

The Executive Drone

Julius returns to the home office after a trip to Itaewon, Korea. While away he was recruited by the Silver Collective, a mysterious organization devoted to Silver and sponsoring an American style football team.

Julius, eager to get back into the swing of things notices his partner, Stephen Xavier or SX to his friends, pacing back and forth, a deep furrow etched into his brow.

"Hey what's going on?" Julius asked, concern coloring his voice.

Letting out a heavy sigh SX sits down behind his desk piled with papers, his shoulders slumping. "It's just everything, Julius. The upcoming presentation, the financial reports, clients demanding updates, the tech issues we've been having, and now there's talk of possible layoffs. It's all piling up, and I don't know where to start or how to handle it all. Home isn’t any better with my nagging wife and demanding kids.”

Julius listens intently, understanding the weight of the worries SX carries. Seeing the stress etched across his partner’s face, Julius reaches into his bag and pulls out a sleek, silver jersey. Handing it to SX, saying, "This jersey can help relieve your stress and give you the confidence you need."

With a mix of curiosity and desperation SX puts on the jersey. Almost immediately, he feels a calming wave wash over him. His worries begin to fade, replaced by a sense of clarity and focus. As the jersey settles on his shoulders, an extraordinary transformation begins.

The fabric of the jersey shimmers and morphes, spreading down his torso and limbs. In a matter of moments, his basic blue suit transform into a sharp, silver business suit. The suit exudes a powerful aura, giving SX an air of confidence and poise.

Staring at his reflection, he can’t help but smile. He feels ready to tackle any challenge that comes his way. "This is incredible, Julius. I feel like I can handle anything now."

Julius nods, pleased to see the change. "You've got this. Let's get back to work and turn things around."

With renewed energy and a clear mind, SX feels empowered, ready to face the tasks ahead with the support of his transformed attire and his trusted partner by his side.

However, despite the newfound focus, SX’s distress reappears. The distress getting worse everyday. “Julius, I just want to be able to take orders and execute them without having to think so much,” he confesses, his voice tinged with frustration.

Julius, understanding his partner's desire for simplicity and ease, suggests a solution. “Put the jersey back on. Don’t go home tonight but stay here and sleep on the office sofa. Invite the silver to do its work.”

With a mix of hope and apprehension, SX does as instructed.

As he lay on the sofa a strange sensation envelops him, and gradually, his thoughts begin to quiet. His body relaxes, and his mind becomes a blank slate, ready to receive and execute orders without hesitation.

The business suit, tailored to perfection, clinging to SX with an air of sophistication suddenly, as if imbued with a touch of magic, begins to shimmer, almost pulsating with energy. The transformation starts subtly, the suit's material becoming more flexible and elastic. The crisp lines of the blazer soften, melding seamlessly into the shirt beneath. The fabric flows like liquid silk, tightening and conforming to the contours of his body, highlighting every muscle and curve with precision.

The trousers, once structured and pleated, follow suit. The fabric fuses and shrinks, hugging the legs and torso snugly, providing support and freedom of movement. The overall texture changes, becoming smoother and more breathable, like a second skin.

Within moments, the transition is complete. The formal business suit has transformed into a sleek, form-fitting bodyskin, engineered for both comfort and performance. The once-restrictive attire now allows for effortless mobility, perfect for an active, dynamic lifestyle.

SX sits up with a blank look on his face. Julius goes over to him a places an open laptop in front of him with a spiral looping.

After his conditioning is complete, SX-0 opens his eyes, now glowing with a new, mechanical clarity. The room around him feels different—his senses are heightened, yet his mind is devoid of the usual clutter. His movements are smooth and precise as he rises from the chair.

Driven by an unspoken command, SX-0 makes his way to Julius’s office. The silver bodyskin clings to his newly transformed body, a symbol of his newfound purpose. The once-conflicted thoughts are now replaced with a single focus: to serve and execute orders without hesitation.

He finds Julius at his desk, deep in thought. Sensing SX-0's presence, Julius looks up, a knowing smile spreading across his face. SX-0 stands at attention, his stance and expression reflecting a calm readiness.

"What are your orders, Julius?" SX-0 asks, his voice steady and devoid of emotion.

Julius nods, pleased with the transformation. "We have a lot of work to do, SX-0. Let's get started."

With a simple nod, SX-0 awaits the instructions, ready to execute each task with precision and efficiency. His journey from stress to unwavering loyalty is complete.

Julius looks at the newly minted drone with a sense of determination. "SX-0, report to the stadium and Silver team locker room immediately. Your training to become the team's center begins now."

Without hesitation, SX-0 nods, his mind clear and focused. He exits Julius's office and makes his way to the locker room, where the rest of the team await. As he enters, the players turn to face him, a mix of curiosity and expectation in their eyes.

The head coach steps forward. "Welcome, SX-0. From this moment, you will train to be our center and fulfill any commands given by the team. Are you ready?"

SX-0, now fully integrated into his new role, responds with unwavering confidence. "Yes, coach. As you command."

With that, the intense training regimen begins. SX-0 is put through drills and exercises, each designed to sharpen his skills and prepare him for the physical demands of playing center. His precision and efficiency impresses his teammates, who soon came to rely on his steadfast performance.

As the days pass, SX-0 becomes an integral part of the team, embodying the spirit of dedication and discipline. He follows all orders without hesitation, executing plays with flawless accuracy.

The transformation from a stressed partner to a drone focused on football excellence and fulfilling all commands of the silver team members is complete.

[blingblong55]

Walking in the wind-141

A/N: sorry but I'm a directioner at heart babes so the title was a must

GN!Reader, angst, some fluff, platonic!relationship, death of character

20 years later, 141 was officially retired, all married, happy families, peaceful sunny days and most importantly, no war, no guns, just peace.

A week ago you said to me "Do you believe I'll never be too far?" If you're lost, just look for me You'll find me in the region of the summer stars

Every month, no matter where either one of the people in the team was in the world, they would fly to a small home in town in the southern part of the U.S. And arrive between 6-7 in the afternoon, to talk and catch up because it's better to see the person than to text them. The stories shared between all, the wives/husbands, kids and how old they were getting. Unlike the rest, you moved to America, and wanted that movie-like life, in some small town, driving a truck, passing through quiet streets where all anyone worried about was the leaves that would fall in autumn. You and your partner opened a small pub.

The name for it was 'R/N's Place" This was after you finally get out of the toxic part of your life, the family and the ache it gave you when you were there. Not a normal name for a pub but the locals loved it. Your favourite part was that you received lots of veterans, they all told you about their time serving and you, like the proud friend you are displayed a picture of you and the team in your first and last mission together.

It was almost around the time the men arrived, Price being the first, followed by Gaz who flew in with him. Soap arrived late, his children wanted to talk to their father before bedtime and Ghost arrived last, getting a call from his partner to which he always answered, he always made it clear his partner was a priority now that he is retired. You waited by the table with the rest for Ghost, your wife/husband serving the clients. "And there he is, Simon." Price smiled a little, proud to see his family again. "Alright, who's first?" Gaz asked and drank from his pint.

"I'll go first," Ghost said, which was a definite first. "Go on, son." Price passed all a cigar. A tradition he started once his grown soldiers/children were all retired. "Me and my partner are expecting a son." A secret he kept until it was assured the baby would make it this time. "Congrats mate!" Soap hugged him, feeling proud of a man he considered his oldest brother. "That's very much well deserved, man." Gaz smiled and you stared in awe. Price looked down with a soft chuckle, wanting to dismiss the tears that formed in his eyes. His wallet would be getting a new picture of the newest addition to the family soon. --- "R/N, I won't make it, go!" Ghost said to which you shook your head. "No, this is the one command I will not take! You will get old and fat but you will NOT die on me lieutenant, not today!" you yelled over the loud noises. ---

He looks at you and you hug him, whispering in his ear, "See, I told you it would be possible this time, Simon. I'm so happy and proud of you." Words that definitely made the tears well up in his eyes.

The fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye Means we've already won A necessity for apologies between you and me Baby, there is none

"Now you are all making me feel old." Price jokes and finally looks up. The four people he fought with through wars, all living the lives he knew were all much earned. Through the wounds, blood and sacrifice, somehow, five mad people are still alive. And the entire night, Soap told stories of his farm, and Gaz gave advice on how to fix some stuff, a trip he would soon have to make to Scotland. Gaz on the new tricks his little ones make, how he knows karma got to him and his back aches, so much for the jokes he told about Price. Ghost with his wood-making business, one he started in the backyard and now in Manchester's best small business. Price on how his kids are now in uni and the youngest one is in secondary.

And then you, with their favourite pub in the entire world, how you adopted a child and your eldest in primary already. Your wife/husband watching you smile from afar. You always were excited for these meetings, it was the one time someone other than the local veterans understood the stories you told.

We had some good times, didn't we? We had some good tricks up our sleeve Goodbyes are bittersweet But it's not the end I'll see your face again

And, as each month passed by, it turned into 10 years later. You and the other men in the team gathered not in America but back home in England. All in black dressing, lifting the coffin of the father you all shared. Price had peacefully passed on a calm night. As his wife puts it, he was finally ready to go, his mission was over and the children he raised were all old enough to understand and his little soldiers as he called you were well off in life, the one he made sure you all had. In years you had never seen so many of the toughest and now retired soldiers you worked with cry so much. You did too. The ceremony was as expected, memorable, beautiful and for the last time in John Price's life, peaceful.

Yesterday I went out to celebrate the birthday of a friend But as we raised our glasses up to make a toast I realised you were missing

You all flew back to the first ever pub he took you to. Raise your glasses and shed more tears. You see, this was a promise you all made. An oath between Task Force 141. When one passes, those that remain must go to the first pub we talked to as not a team but a family, and just then we can mourn but also celebrate we once lived.

And I know we'll be alright, child Just close your eyes and see And I'll be by your side Any time you're needing me Oh, yeah

Ghost chuckles, "And he told me, 'you reckon I can make it?' and that old man did it, the deadliest move ever and he fuckin' made it." he takes a sip of his drink. Gaz smiles, fond memories shared between him and Price, to be remembered until his final breath. "He used to do this trick with the smoke from his cigar just for my little girl to giggle, and man does she still ask for that trick," Soap shared. All four of you, smoking a cigar, just like he would've. "Can you believe the old man never complained too much about his back?" you ask to which all others nod. Now in your late 40's to early 50's, you never understood how he never once complained of the aching bones or back, proving he was and will always be the strongest and toughest man to ever grace your lives.

And you will find me Yeah, you will find me In places that we've never been For reasons we don't understand

tags: @warenai @liyanahelena

[bobbie-robron]

Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (Nov-2024)

The below were recommended in November 2024 on Twitter.

Away from Everyone (2019) 16.1K words, Elbow_Patches

Reunion 3.0. We begin the story with Aaron getting the rings he chucked back after his one and only prison visit with Robert. From there, we have two stories running in parallel. In the one, we see what makes Aaron leave the village of the damned (WITH SEBASTIAN) to live his life as Robert wanted him to while in parallel, it’s three years later and Andy shows up to help Robert appeal and get out of prison with the help of his solicitor wife Lucy. Then all that’s left is for the stars to align and the three can finally be reunited. NO SEAT FILLERS INVOLVED!

What Happens in Vegas (2017), 5.4K words, SugdenLovesDingle

“I just don’t know how to make you happy anymore, Aaron. I don’t know what to do anymore.” And so begins a redo of the big blowup the lads had on 19-Jan-2017 which led Aaron down the road to prison and IM screwing Robert and us over not long afterwards. Here, after the blowup, it leads both of the lads to the unfinished Mill (after cooling off) and it’s there they reconcile and decide to fly over to Vegas as planned for a holiday… as well as getting married. What will everyone’s reactions be to their marriage?

If only in my dreams (2018) 34.5K words, their_dark_materials

Robert has a new co-worker at Pollard’s advertising agency and that is Aaron. He right off has an interest in Aaron but learning from Gerry that Aaron already has a boyfriend… ADAM… he tries to keep a distance. Well, said distance doesn’t last as, within a week, Pollard pairs the two to snag a deal with Sharma. Working so closely together and having to share single in a B&B only grows Robert’s feelings for him especially coming out bisexual to him. But there’s that pesky boyfriend and Robert’s not wanting to come between them. All works out in the end. NO WHITES IN SIGHT!!!!

Robron, Seb, Olivia & Noah series (2020), dvgiguere

Reunion 3.0. Two stories. Starting in May-2020, it’s a whirlwind as Aaron gets a call from Robert that the 💩 he supposedly killed was alive and confessed due to another assault. There’s also the fact they are still married (Aaron tore up the divorce papers) and Chas kept letters from Robert to him. Now that Robert has been released, the lads have to deal with Aaron’s obsessed and unhinged coffee shop partner Marcus. They are also getting full custody of Sebastian and dealing with Robert’s trauma and renewing vows. A full plate for the first story! The second story focuses on Sebastian’s mum dying suddenly and the Sugden-Dingles family growing.

The Secrets of the Past (2016) 6.0K words, robron_til_the_end

Missing years speculation. When Robert takes Aaron to a fancy restaurant (where Aaron clearly enjoyed himself), Robert is approached by a bloke from years past. This triggers a talk that Robert didn’t want to have with Aaron, fearing that he’d lose him over it. Robert goes on to explain exactly who the bloke was… a client… in the oldest profession. From here, it’s all about how Aaron reacts to the news and if he sees Robert differently now because of it.

I’ll be home for christmas (if only in my dreams) series (2020-2021), 64K words, softlass27

Reunion 3.0. Three stories. We start in Nov-2020 with Aaron living in a packed Mill (Cain & the kids, Liv and boyfriend Vinny). Things are tense between Aaron and toxic shrew Liv (understatement) and it only gets worse when Sebastian’s mum is hit by a lorry and killed leaving Aaron to raise his son with Robert’s approval. This also leads Aaron to sell the scrapyard and buy Mulberry Cottage for himself and Sebastian. Now in Dec-2024, Aaron’s life takes a positive turn with Robert’s return and all it entails (toxic shrew Chas being her usual)… an eventual reunion. The remaining two fics are fix it’s for May/June 2021 including the badly done Pride episode, both including Sebastian.

[dxddykenn]

WHERE I WANNA BE

McKinley Freeman as Lewis

Reader and Lewis are going through a temporary separation.

Reminder: I’m fairly new to writing and am open to feedback 🤍

Word count: 1.7k

divider by @firefly-graphics

Here you were sitting on the shower floor, knees pulled to your chest and arms hugged tight around them. The tears that fell blended in with the water that rained down from the shower head above. All you felt was pain. It was as your heart had been pulled out and left in traffic, being run over again and again and again. This has been your routine for a few weeks now. ‘Sleep’, get up, shower, cry, get the kids ready and try to go on with the day. A few months ago your husband Lewis presented an ultimatum, your family or your career. He couldn’t be serious. After years of hard work, long nights and endless caseloads you were finally at the point in your career that you’ve always dreamed of and finally receiving the recognition that you deserved. It was a decision that you couldn’t and absolutely did not want to make.

Two months ago…

“It’s always me me me everything’s always about you! Do you ever stop and think to ask me how my day was or how work is going?! No it’s always you and the cases and how you’re always too busy. When you come home, you focus on work. When we go out you’re answering phone calls and emails. You’re never fully here! It’s either work or your family, because clearly you can’t separate the two on your own”.

“Lewis you can’t be fucking serious I’m just reaching the point in my career that I want to be and you’re trying to make me choose? How can I provide for our family if you’re trying to limit me?”. Shaking his head he looks away “See you clearly don’t get it, I’m not trying to limit you. I want you to understand that you have a family, we need you just as much as your clients need you. Your children need you, I need you. It’s like my wife isn’t here anymore”. Sighing he grabs his keys “I think we need some time apart”. Walking away he left me standing speechless in the kitchen as he slammed the front door.

Since then you’ve been temporarily separated, him moving out and deciding to rent an apartment in the city, leaving you to co-parent between two homes. It was a tough pill to swallow and an adjustment that you just couldn’t get used to. The only time you saw each other were the days you alternated having the kids.

Standing up you cleanse yourself again before rinsing off and turning off the shower. Grabbing a towel off the rack securing it around your body as you stood in the mirror. Staring at the reflection, the light your eyes once held was gone. Tired of putting on a front that everything was fine when it wasn’t. Barely being able to focus at work resulted in you finally using your PTO, and taking a few weeks off to get yourself together. Groaning, you started to get ready before making sure the kids were ready. Yesterday you received a text from your mom asking if they could stay for the weekend. Making sure that they had everything before leaving out to head to your mom’s house.

Pulling up in front of her house the kids start to squeal when they see her coming out of the front door. “GRANDMA!” Smiling, you watch as they jump out of the car running into her arms giving her tons of kisses, as you grab their bags. Your mom looks up at you noticing the sadden look in your eyes that you were doing a bad job of hiding.

“Babies why don’t you go play while me and your mom talk” the kids run off while the two of you sit on the porch. “Y/n how are you really and don’t lie, I can tell that something's bothering you”. Staring straight ahead you feel your eyes start to water “Lewis and I aren’t doing well right now, we basically aren’t even on speaking terms. When it isn’t about the kids we barely talk or if we do it’s awkward”. A tear runs down your face and you quickly wipe it away.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore. I love Lewis with all my heart. I just wish that there was a compromise. I don’t want him to feel like I am choosing work over him, but I’m just finally getting to where I want to be” you sobbed. Pulling you into a hug she rubs your back “Sweetheart you’re going to get through this. Yes it may be a hard conversation to have but avoiding each other and thinking everything will sort itself out won’t do anything but cause more damage than good. All it takes is communication. Explain how you feel without yelling at each other, that won’t get you anywhere. But you also have to take his feelings into account baby. When’s the last time that you two had a date night without the kids? A getaway? Something as small as a walk in the park? You have to remember that he’s a person and has feelings too”. Sighing I hug her tighter “Mommy thank you, I really appreciate you for listening and helping me see it from his perspective”. “Anytime baby, let me know how it goes. Maybe you two can release some of that tension” she winks. “Oh my it’s time for me to go” you laugh, wiping your tears. Getting up you hug and kiss her and the kids goodbye before making your way to the car.

Picking up your phone you send a text to Lewis.

Lewis, I’m tired of fighting. Can we please talk?

read 5:52 pm

You watch as the three grey dots appear before they disappear, him leaving you on read. Tossing your phone on the seat you drive back home.

As you pull into the driveway you notice Lewis's car is there. Instantly you start to feel anxious, worried if he would want to hear you out or fearing the worst, him leaving for good. Taking a deep breath you grab your purse and phone locking the car behind you. Climbing the stairs to the front door your mother's words replayed in your head Unlocking the front door open you step inside looking for him, eventually finding him sitting on the balcony. Sliding open the door you step outside, as he glanced up at you.

Sitting across from him you lift your legs up onto the chair tucking them under you. For a few minutes the two of you sat in complete silence, allowing you to collect your thoughts. "Ready to talk?" you ask looking over at him.

Letting out a dry laugh he continued to look ahead.

“Lewis I miss you, I miss us”.

"What made you realize that?"

"You not being here honestly” you say fidgeting with your hands. "Why now?" he asked, finally looking at you. "Why wait until now to decide you want to have a conversation?"

"Lewis you left! Why wouldn’t I want to conversation about you leaving!"

He looked at you with tears threatening to fall "Do you think I really wanted to move out?! I left because I was angry! Every time I would try to talk to you I got shut down! I was tired of you not listening, it felt like you didn't need me or want me around so I left". Standing up he walked over to the rail leaning against it.

“Do you even love me?”

“Of course I love you! How dare you ask me something like that?”

“It doesn’t feel like you do” he says softly, his tears finally falling. “I get that you want to provide for our family Y/n but I can too. Everyone else gets to have your undivided attention but I don’t even get a fraction of that. I adore you and how strong you are but you don't have to be strong all the time. I am here for a reason and you can depend on me. Just let me in instead of trying to fight me all the time. I just want to feel needed”.

Tears steadily rolled down your face as you felt your heart break, you hated that he felt that way. Upset with yourself you walk over to him grabbing his hands “I'm truly sorry for not listening and making you feel like I don't need you. Lewis I will always need you, you are the air I breathe! You push me to be a better me. You lift me up on the days I'm down, I wouldn't be here without YOU. I love you with everything in me”.

Pulling you into him he hugged you tightly as you both cried. You both missed each other desperately and no longer wanted to fight. The time away only helped show that you needed each other.

Pulling away from the hug his hand grasps your chin “ I shouldn't have left and I shouldn't have made you choose between us and your career. I admit that was wrong and I deeply apologize. I don't want to be anywhere that you aren't. I live for the times that I am able to wake up next to you, watch you sleep, be able to touch your skin, kiss your lips, just to hold you. Y/n I love you more than anything in this world, I'm just tired of fighting. I want to work on us".

“I love you too. I want us to get back to how we were, I’m ready to work on us”

Cupping your face he places his lips on yours as he kissed you deeply. It felt like the first kiss all over again. The kiss was slow and passionate like you both were apologizing for everything.

Pulling away he pulled you against his chest, his arm resting protectively around your waist.

On the inside you were jumping for joy, happy that you got your man back and ready to make the commitment of getting the two of you back on track. Looking up at him you stare at him with a look of admiration. Turning his head he smiles, kissing you as you rest your head on his chest.

This is exactly where you wanted to be.

Tags 🤍

@teeresaresa



[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Any headcanons on how the townsfolk react to the farmer having magic?

Sure thing :D

By the way, it became interesting to me, what kind of magic exactly does the Farmer use in the vanilla game? In fact, only interaction with Junimo, the ability to talk with wild animals and the transmutation of bars (which is more alchemy than magic, I think?) comes to mind. So I decided to write the reaction of the inhabitants as if the Farmer has some kind of spells like a fireball, telekinesis and other such that the first thing comes to mind. Hope you like it, dear anon ❤️

--------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, Pierre doesn't have anything "magic" for the Farmer in his shop. Oh, they just want to buy seeds? Well, with magic or not, a client is still a client! Just please don't accidentally burn his store with a fire spell or something.

Penny only giggled nervously after receiving information from the Farmer, and the following days she tried to avoid them. Now she is much calmer, but nonetheless, how in the world-?

Abigail knew that the Farmer is not so simple at first glance! Even the fact that they just understand little apple-like spirits delights Abby. It's so cool! If they also have some other combat magic, then it's even better!

Well... This magic of theirs doesn't restrict them from eating normal food, does it? No? Wonderful! Then Gus will gladly serve the Farmer in the Saloon, without any prejudice. Maybe he will even calm down his other visitors, who will climb to the Farmer with their annoying polls after an extra mug of beer.

Magic? Young one, George is not up to your hocus-pocus right now. Go show your tricks with bunnies and hats to kids or someone else, and let him watch his TV. Hmmph!

Rasmodius' only wish is that the young Farmer not fall under the control of his ex-wife if she takes an interest in their giftedness. Besides that, the wizard's door to the tower will always be open for the Farmer if they have a problem with magic control, or they want to learn a new spell.

Magic, you say? Can they conjure pink cake right into Haley's house? What about diamonds? Or maybe even a pony? No? Well, then what's the point in this magic. Boring...

Gunther once heard that people with a "special gift" are looking for incredible artifacts where no ordinary eye can see. Well, now the young Farmer has the opportunity to test this theory in practice, and don't forget to tell Gunther about it!

Sorry bud, but Shane can't be fooled by all this crap. No, don't show him the glowing energy from hands. And don't force objects to levitate in the air. The hell are you- stop lift him into the air with magic, no! Put Shane back down, for fuck's sake! Magic is not real!

"You can do a fire spell? For real? Can you demonstrate?" When the Farmer made a small fireball that emitted from their hand, Sebastian immediately held a cigarette to the little magic fire. "Thanks, I lost my lighter recently."

Tired Kent, having seen a demonstration of magic from the Farmer, simply turns around 180 degrees and goes home. First, the nightmares, and now also hallucinations in reality. He. Need. Fucking. Break.

Don't even think about playing pranks on Pam with these tricks, or she'll whip the Farmer so badly that no magic in the universe will soothe the burning pain in their ass! And she mean it, kiddo. Just don't.

Awesome! It's so awesome! Oh, can Farmer move in the air? How about moving things with their mind? Oh, can they move a slice of pizza in the air? Sam just wants to repeat that 'pizzakinesis' meme from the internet. Aww, c'mon, don't look at him like that, it will be fun!

The poor Farmer immediately regretted that they decided to tell Demetrius about their magical abilities. Because at first the scientist expressed incomprehension, and after the demonstration he took the young Farmer by the hand and almost forcibly led him to the laboratory "to study an incredible phenomenon!"

Robin was the one who quickly cooled her husband's ardor and told him that the Farmer was their friend, not a lab rat. The town carpenter doesn't care too much that the Farmer has some kind of power, because they're a good person. Besides, with neighbors such as Linus and members of the Adventurer's Guild, nothing will surprise Robin.

Speaking of neighbors, Linus will take news very calmly. He himself doesn't have magic in his blood, but he can feel the flows of someone else's energy. Will always support the Farmer if magic bothers them.

Marlon, as an adventurer who has seen an untold number of miracles in his life, will also calmly respond to the magical talent of a young member of his Guild. He will give the Farmer the opportunity to stay in his Guild if someone starts to annoy the Farmer because of their magic.

Gil will also not stand aside and cheer up the young adventurer if they lose heart, treat them to good whiskey (just a little bit) and give wise advice along with Marlon. Magic or not, one should not tease a person because of prejudice towards magic.

Maru, like Demetrius, will also be interested in studying this phenomenon, because she also believes that there is nothing that science could not explain. True, unlike her father, she will politely invite the Farmer to her home, not forcibly pull them along.

Heh, and Lewis was just thinking not to book a clown for the fair this year. Maybe after the show, the Farmer wants to show a couple of tricks for tourists? Don't worry, he'll pay them for their work. A? Real magic? Why yes, of course... magicians never tell their secrets, right? ;)

After many stories of his ol' Man, as well as some of the miracles that he himself found while sailing on the ship, Willy is no longer surprised about anything. If the Farmer wants, they can go fishing together on the beach and Willy will tell him stories about mermaids, miracles and magic.

Even though the Farmer has healing spells, Harvey asks them not to self-medicate. Funny tho, but he's not as surprised by Farmer's magic ("I've seen you do weirder things")

Magic? Oh, the Farmer wants to show her sons card tricks or something? Ok, Jodi doesn't mind, just please don't litter too much in the house, she just cleaned up recently.

Caroline will have mixed feelings about this. The last time she dealt with something magical was when she went to... Ah, no, never mind. As long as the Farmer doesn't harm anyone with their magic, Caroline doesn't mind.

Oh, you want to see real magic? Discounts up to 70% on almost all products at JojaMart, come and get it! (Morris doesn't give a damn about their magic as long as the Farmer buys seeds here and not from competitors).

Krobus knows that some people can wield arcane powers, like the same Wizard. Maybe if the Farmer talks about their abilities and human culture, then Krobus will share interesting facts about the Shadow people.

Elliott doesn't believe Farmer's words at first. "For me, a miracle is when I can untangle my hair without harming it." The Farmer is casting a spell in a language Elliott doesn't know, and now writer's hair is tangle-free, styled and braided. Ok, now Elliott believes in magic.

Oh yes, Emily has felt a strong flow of Farmer's energy since the day they moved to Stardew Valley. She wants to invite them to a crystal meditation sometime so that the Farmer opens their chakras and releases their energy. "Emily, this isn't exactly what-" Oh no, it's too late...

At first, Alex is surprised by this, but then quickly comes to his senses, trying to remain cool. "I really hope you don't use these tricks in sports, because only losers and weaklings will do this."

Sorry Farmer, but Clint is not going to buy gold ore and bars from them, as they themselves claim, "created with the help of magic." People already tried to deceive him like this in other cities. "Clint, this has more to do with alchemy than magic" "You get the point"

"Well, one more unusual neighbor for me," Marnie thought, finally understanding why the Farmer was never afraid to go to the wizard's tower despite her warnings about strange noises.

Leah is also not too surprised by the unusual neighbor. After all, the valley itself is a magical place, just like in fairy tales, so why be surprised by the same wizard or a young Farmer with their magic?

"Oooh! Please, show us some tricks, Mr./Mrs. Farmer! Please! Pretty please!" Now Jas and Vincent will not leave the poor Farmer until the evening.

[drghostwrite]

Code Black

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x reader

Summary: Addison has a really bad day at work and comes home to reader for comfort. This is straight fluff with some angst I guess if you squint maybe.

TW: mental breakdown, miscarriage, abandonment.

******************************************************** “Rapid response all teams to emergency bay! Rapid response, all teams to emergency bay.” The loud speakers sounded. Bailey rushed towards the bay interns only steps behind trying to tie on yellow paper gowns. Outside she watched as four ambulances rolled in Hunt taking one, Kepner the other, she commanded interns left and right, Meredith came out with Callie close behind, with a shared look they each took a patient.

“24 year old female, involved in highway pile up, assessed on scene, mostly minor injuries but large head laceration and compound fracture of left leg.” One of the paramedics gave report to Bailey as she pulled her inside. She watched the girl trying to fight passing out but she watched as her eyes fluttered, she started the exam and saw the girl trying to whisper something, leaning in closer she understood.

“Someone page Dr. Montgomery, NOW!” She yelled to the other nurses and doctors standing around, watching them scramble.

baby, the girl whispered, my baby.

———pov change———

Addison pulled up the driveway to your shared house and saw the lights still on, pulling her from what she thought was just a bad dream. She walked inside and saw you were no where to be found, she set her things down and walked into the dinning room but you weren’t there, transitioning to the kitchen and yet you still weren’t there.

“Y/N” she called but no response, “Y/N, babe I’m home.” She called out and that’s when she heard it you were in the living room down the hall. She walked in and saw you typing away on your keyboard, probably dealing with another client or patient, you also worked at the hospital but you were a lawyer that dealt with physicians and patients on the docs behalf so it was no surprise to see you working late on your laptop, legs stretched out in your sweats with hair pulled up and your blue light glasses on, she chuckled when she saw her Yale sweatshirt that you wore and the focused look you had in your face . She kicked off her shoes and walked in she quickly slid onto the couch, where you had your legs outstretched, you felt the warmth and looked up being met by the gorgeous redhead.

“Hey babe I didn’t hear you come in.” You said kissing her lips and moving to set your laptop down, she didn’t say anything, she carefully laid down between your legs placing her head on your chest like a little kid wanting their mom. “Everything okay, rough day?”

You felt her nod against you and ran skilled fingers through her soft hair, she closed her eyes focusing on your heartbeat and before you knew it she was asleep. You smiled as you continued playing with her hair and you pulled the blanket down over the two of you, listening to the soft sighs she let out as she laid exhausted in front of you.

two hours later… you opened you eyes quickly as you heard your wife frantically call your name, you felt her still laying against our chest and wondered why she was calling but you quickly realized she was having a nightmare.

“Addi, baby, wake up…” you shook her slightly, “Addison, love wake up you’re safe.”

she jolted against you before realizing that you were still holding her, wrapping your arms tighter around her and running a hand soothingly up and down her back.

“You’re okay, you’re safe.” You repeated to her as she laid against you.

“Y/N”

“what is it?”

“I… I just… oh never mind, you wouldn’t understand.” She started to sit up.

“what, what do you mean?”

“nothing… it’s nothing, just forget about it.”

“Addison talk to me.”

“why so you can pretend it’s fine and carry on with life.”

“wh…what are you taking about.” You sat sideways looking at her but she wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“it’s nothing.” She squeezed her eyes closed and rubbed the wrinkles in between her eyebrows.

“baby, did something happen today?”

“yea something happened, a multi car pile up, I lost a mom and baby today…”

“Addison…”

“Stop cause you’re gonna tell me that it’s all okay and it’s not, the idiots that cause it walk away with scratches but my patient just trying to get by in life and have her baby dies how is that fair, tell me.”

“okay…”

“I’m sorry I just can’t do this, I can’t, today was a lot.”

“Addi… Love, look at me.” She looked at you and you saw the tiredness and stress in her eyes. “I can’t tell you it will all be okay and I can’t do much to prove it to you, you’re right it’s not fair… but you don’t have to deal with it alone.”

She looked at you relief seemed to seep into her features. You grabbed her hand and lifted yours showing off you ring and running your thumb over hers.

“do you see this?” She studdied the ring on your finger. “This right here isn’t just a pretty band with some diamonds, it’s a promise, a promise that I made the day I put this one on your finger,” you ran you thumb over hers again, “I not only made a promise to love and protect you but to help you along the way, I made a vow that I would walk through your darkest moments with you.” “Y/N, what did I do to deserve you?”

“Nothing, love, you deserve everything I can give to you and more.”

you leaned forward and pulled her in for a kiss resting your foreheads together, “I promise you that it will be okay and I will do everything in my power to make it that way, and I don't care what bigshots or corporations I have to take down while I'm at it.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

matt with super shy reader and he loves introducing her as his and his gf because he knows it flusters her

as socially awkward girl myself, this was perfect. but now that ive finished writing it I have realised I might not have accurately wrote this to your request. the reader is accurate, it’s just Matt. if it’s not how you envisioned, I won’t be offended if you send in another request- and I’ll redo it:)) but thank you for requesting and hope you like it💌

meeting Matt’s friends (matt x f reader)

wc || <1k

warnings || none

masterlist + rules

taglist

For the last week you had been dreading this day, plans were arranged to have a get-together dinner at Matt’s apartment. You’ve been to his place many times, so that wasn’t the scary part, the scary part was today you’d finally be meeting the important people in Matt’s life. You had met Foggy briefly a couple of times, so you felt a little more confident in that aspect, but today you’d also be meeting Karen and Frank. You’ve been hounding Matt relentlessly, trying to gather as many details as possible without making it weird, you wanted to feel prepared because unfortunately, your brain had a tendency to turn blank when you spoke to new people. 

They could be here any moment and you felt nerves bubble in your stomach, you wanted to be sick. What if they don’t like you? How should you speak? How should you sit? Should you shake their hands or hug them?

You knew you’d be fine, it was just the thought of meeting and talking to new people.

You were in the kitchen just finishing up the last touches on dinner as Matt set the table, hearing the door knock made your heart fall to your stomach. He flashes you a quick smile before getting the door. Listening to the incoherent conversation, you flatten over the front of your clothes to meet your guest. 

“Where’s Marci?” Matt asks sounding concerned.

“Sorry I forgot to tell you, she’s at home- she’s not well.” 

Feeling some relief when you see Foggy. You were glad it was him first, it was a way to warm you up.

“Hi.” You quietly greet as you walked towards him.

“Hey, how’ve you been?” Foggy asks sweetly.

“I’ve been good- thank you. How are you?” 

“Yeah I’m good thank you, had a busy week.”

For a moment you had forgotten you were in a conversation and your mind blanked.

“He’s been taking lead on that case we’re doing.” Matt says, almost saving you and giving you more material to make conversation with.

“From what I hear, it’s a really gory case.” You say to Foggy.

“It is… our client is the husband and the way he describes the incident is just horrific. I could never imagine being in that situation.” 

“Is it true about what they say? About the wife?” You ask him, genuinely intrigued.

“You can’t tell anyone I said this… but I think so. There are tonnes of documentation.” Foggy replies almost secretively. Both taking a seat on the sofa as you chatted, telling him your theories.

In the corner of your eye, you could see Matt smile at you both, listening to the way your heart calmed and how you felt more comfortable as the conversation progressed. Matt leaves you and Foggy to get the door, to welcome Frank and Karen. 

The three of them walk into the living room to greet you and Foggy. 

“This is my girlfriend.” Matt grins widely gesturing towards you.

“Hi.” You say, forcing a friendly smile. You felt so flustered. 

“Hey.” Karen said warmly as she walked over to hug you. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“And you.” You sweetly reply, smiling at her.

“Hey, kid.” Frank roughly says, politely double kissing your cheeks.

“Hi, good to meet you.” 

By what Matt told you about Karen, you knew that you’d instantly like her, it was just Frank that intimidated you, but you know he means well.

You and Karen take a seat at the table to resume your conversation while the guys plate up dinner. 

They serve the dishes and you all tuck in. Matt reassuringly squeezes your thigh, his gesture telling you that you did a good job. 

Dinner talk flowed easily as Foggy cracked a few jokes at the start. It helped lighten the mood and allowed you to relax and enjoy yourself. Frank had made a couple of jabs at Matt's expense, which warranted him a few scolding glances from Karen. Everything just seemed to work and you felt silly for feeling so flustered earlier. Matt has some really great friends and you actually couldn’t wait to meet them again.

[takemebacktowheniwassane]

I would kill to have you overanalyze everything about Falsettos. Hope that didn't sound too threatening, I was joking, I'm just really into your analysis of the chess game :3

omg! I would love to analyze anything for you, man! 💗 I've pretty much picked everything out of a lot of the songs─ lil surprised I don't have my own corkboard with red twine commemorating my insanity on this musical lol

Looking through the album, the first option that came to mind might've been The Thrill of First Love but I think I'll take a break from toxic gays for just one moment and give you a strangely written analysis on Marvin at the Psychiatrist: A Three-Part Mini Opera, because of the different character pov's (i.e., Mendel, Jason, somewhat Whizzer, and of course, Marvin─ and I know Whizzer only announces each section of the song but hear me out, the theories are crazy and I'm obsessed with them and this song definitely factors into them aswell).

Basically, we'll start off with a quick look over Jason's lines, as he is the first character to speak/sing in the song. Right off the bat, we have him showing a HUGE disdain for love because of his father pretty much ruining his home life with the illusion of it. Well, maybe disdain is strong, but you get what I mean─ he's very reluctant to accept romance as an option for himself at all at this point because the wound is still very fresh from Marvin blowing up their family life, but yeah, also, he's a little preteen boy so it also makes sense for him to object to liking anyone just because of immaturity.

As we progress, Jason does a joint-therapy session with Marvin and they talk about outings and father/son bonding time gone badly wrong. He lets us in on his hyper-observance with his reaction to Marvin saying the pitcher they saw at a baseball game was handsome, and makes sure the audience is well aware he has some pretty conflicting emotions about his dad and his dad's sexuality. Especially given My Father's a Homo comes directly after this song, and in turn, also directly after this moment, so we know his feelings over Marvin and Whizzer (being that he enjoys Whizzer's company, seeing as Whizzer is the only adult who actually treats him like a kid and not like a victim or a baby or an average adult, like- but still) and their messy relationship.

It really makes me wonder on how it is when he's meant to go over to their apartment, since it's canonical that they live together and that Jason sees him regularly. And if they act terribly in front of him still. I assume Whizzer wouldn't allow that, another trait that gives Jason reason to side with him, because he seems like he really just doesn't want to completely, for lack of better words, fuck up Jason's whole childhood experience by being a part of it.

Now! Mendel isn't a complicated perspective, per say, just very eccentric. Especially assuming he asks MANY intrusive questions to a man who just openly came out as gay about his ex-wife and her sexual habits and such. This is where we tell him to go to horny jail.

(That's not the whole analysation, I swear─)

Mendel to me seems like he probably takes the initiative to not relay any of his clients actual info to other family members, but this song pretty much just proves he's incapable of brain-thought when he's horny. Which, yeah, that's hilarious that the only straight man is just thirsting over a woman to this gay guy. William Finn, you've done it again.

Anyhow, Mendel is pretty vital in this song. We get to see his psychiatry techniques, and with that, understand exactly what kind of situation Marvin's been, in taking therapy from him this whole time. The first part of the song is probably the best way of analyzing, since he's actually intelligible and giving Marvin advice. Well, that advice consists of telling him to ignore Whizzer's flaws and love him regardless, you can actually sorta see that at work in some aspects of the musical, even if he's constantly condescending to Whizzer throughout act one.

But generally, Marvin tends to take the exact opposite path that Mendel gives him, and basically just uses him as a venting device. Then again, Mendel is not to great at giving advice, as a neurotic little man who has like four mental breakdowns in the course of act one and two.

Next, Whizzer, of course. Short but sweet, or.. angsty? I've heard a few people theorize that Whizzer narrates the story ("Marvin at the psychiatrist, a three part mini opera, part one." "Part two." "Part three." "Psychiatrist, returning, returning! Five sessions later..." "A day in Falsettoland─ Doctor Mendel at work.") because after he dies, it sort of becomes his story of finding a true family and lover and son and being actually happy and knowing he lived well before he died really, tragically young, at least.

I'd like to take it a different direction, because I hate angst, and only sometimes tolerate it.

I've realized that Whizzer only actually narrates Mendel's shenanigans, which makes me think, especially with how he still does in act two, he gets to HEAR about the sessions. Whether it be from Marvin, or Jason, or Trina. Or even Mendel himself (this one's more act two based). It may introduce a new side because Whizzer doesn't go to therapy (shocker), but the people he's around all see this one guy so maybe he hears about the sessions and can relay them because he knows this one person's aspect of the story each time.

It wouldn't make a lot of sense for him to hear anything from Mendel in act one assuming they weren't close (at least not in the revival), and he doesn't marry Trina until Marvin and Whizzer are broken up, basically. But it would make more sense for him to get it from his boyfriend who absolutely loves to complain about any minor inconvenience in his life. I just think this could be an interesting perspective, because I've only ever seen that first theory and although somewhat fitting, I need less angst and more cool little headcanons in this fanbase please and thank you.

Finally, we go to Marvin. The star of the show, our princess with several disorders (we all know who our real queens are *stares directly at Trina and Whizzer*).

Throughout the entirety of this song, we see him barely entertaining Mendel with information. He's very vague, which probably stems from a life of secrecy and sneaking around. Although I presume he told Mendel about the affair while it was happening, or a few months in? Or Mendel just knew? Just by the general air of it, and how it seemed well-known by that point even though him and Trina only just divorced.

Marvin definitely keeps to himself, and waits for Mendel to butt in with something. Not so he can take his advice, but moreso so that he can kinda just. Have it, on hand? Or maybe so he can prove to himself that therapy is a hoax, because that certainly sounds like a Marvin thing to do.

Even while going through events with his son, he only states that eventually their interactions just go back to being stale and that they SHOULD be closer, without ever trying to actually make an effort (he assumes making an effort is taking Jason on outings even though they both prefer to stay inside, on their own. This definitely comes from his parents not doing anything with him as a kid, it's internalized so he pushes going out in public and doing what would be father/son outings onto Jason. It's something he never got to have, so he thinks that means he's fathering Jason better than average).

Not much to be said about that middle factor, besides the point of Marvin not knowing Trina was withholding love from him, which is interesting. Her character and lines definitely prevail that she was fed up with Marvin, but it could have just come out as indifference during their marriage. In I'm Breaking Down, she does make a point to state that she only wants a man to love her, so that could've been an overwhelming point in their marriage that Marvin remembers more vividly then her drifting away.

He did seem genuinely surprised when Mendel brought it up, so there is something there for sure.

But now, my dear silly, it's time for me to say adieu, because it's semi-late and I gotta update a fic draft :) but thank you sm for asking! made my day, it was so sweet. my inbox is always open for any suggestions, I'm really glad you like these little rants lol.

I'll try to post more soon 🫶

Goodnight!

[whitepeachrum]

Whiskers

Fandom: Hetalia (personified) Pairing: Arthur x Kat (EngUkr/UkrEng) Content Length: Short (~1000 words)

Arthur had a long day at work. His clients had never-ending requests and his colleagues bombarded him with non-stop questions. The worst part is that someone ate all his favorite snacks. (Spoiler alert: he’s the only one in the workplace who liked licorice.) All he wanted was a quiet night and for his head to touch the pillow as soon as possible.

He was tiredly brushing his teeth when he caught a glimpse of something odd and almost terrifying in the mirror. Normally, Arthur was not afraid of ghosts or intruders showing up in his home, but he was horrified by something he’d not seen before. In fact, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

Arthur spat the toothpaste out of his mouth and turned around to get a better look at her soapy beard. His wife was standing behind him, generously applying a cream to her face that was too thick to be a night cream and too thin to be whipped cream. 

“What are you doing?” he asked skeptically.

Kat looked at him innocently, her eyes overly saturated from the brightness of the vanity lights. “I’m going to shave.”

“You’re going to shave your face?”

“Yeah, I am.” She pressed her lips together and made circles on her cheeks, similar to how she did when she used a cleanser. She has very obviously never put on shaving cream before, but she seemed determined, that’s for sure.

“…Why?”

“I wanted to make my skin smoother.”

“You normally use this product for that, do you not?” Arthur examined the different colored products in the cabinet and picked out a dark green one and showed it to her.

“Yeah, that helps with toning, but I wanna get rid of my peach fuzz.” Kat spread the cream all over her face, including her brows. As soon as Arthur saw her cover them, he grabbed the hand towel and started wiping the cream off her face. He did not want her to impulsively do something she was going to regret. Honestly, he just didn’t want to hear her complain about it every night, for at least two months.

“Wuh-? What are you doing?!”

“Love, you are not shaving off your eyebrows. You’re going to look ridiculous.”

“Why not? It’s hair on my face, right?” Kat spat as some of the cream got in her mouth. It smelled so musky, but it was so disgusting. Bleh.

“You’re going to look ridiculous. I don’t want to look at an alien when I look at my wife. I love her brows the way they are and I wouldn’t want you to sabotage them. They’re mine too..”

“Well, yeah! Because you’ve got such bushy ones and I’ve got wormy ones. You can’t even see mine because they’re so light!”

“Are you jealous of my bushy brows? They’re not something to be envious of.”

“Are you kidding me?” She pouted at him. “You can do so much with thick brows! I want nice brows like that..”

“Shaving them off will not be the solution here.”

“But they say it will grow back thicker.”

“Then, by ‘their’ logic, the peach fuzz will grow back fuller too.”

“Fine!” She grabbed the towel from his grip and wiped her face.

“And I’m quite fine with peach fuzz. If anything, it makes your face more peach-like when you blush. I just don’t want you to do something as drastic as that.” He returned to brushing his teeth, far more relieved now that she wasn’t going to shave her brows.

She sighed and tried again to cover her face with the shaving cream, adding too much of it. Arthur’s eyes watched her and his brushing slowed down as she continued applying globs over her mouth to the point where the globs could no longer adhere to her face. She just kept going and going. He shook his head at her and looked down at the sink as he tried to finish brushing his teeth. He could still hear it. Plop. He closed his eyes and did his best to contain himself as he listened to it plop to the ground. Then again. Then once more. Plop.

“Katherine, what are you doing?” He looked over his shoulder and found a foamy Viking beard to be the center of attention. “What is this?!” The man laughed at her absurdity, pointing at her beard with the brush, unsure what to really do in this situation. Why was she just standing there and doing that? This felt like something his brother would do to him, not his wife.

“I’m shaving my whiskers,” she tried to say, but could not get out. Through the layers of soapy goodness, her words could not make their way to Arthur’s ears, let alone hers. She quietly laughed to herself as she found it incredibly funny that she could not be heard because of the thickness of the soap. Arthur put a hand to his mouth to try to cover up his amusement so he could better hear her, but then too fell apart at the stupidity of it all. He covered his face instead.

Kat pulled out a shaving razor from the pocket of her robe and started “shaving” her magical beard. With every motion, their faces turned redder. They both heard the plopping sound and only the plopping sound as it hit the tile. Kat’s shoulders shook from laughter as she tried to continue with her weird performance. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She walked over to the sink and rinsed the razor just to discover she forgot to take the safety cap off. Her realization caused her to burst into an uproar, covering the mirror entirely in the shaving cream.

All the air that Arthur had ever had in his lungs escaped him as he wheezed at the comedic sight. Kat gripped onto the sink and leaned over it as she couldn’t control neither her laughter nor the beard that kept dripping. Hearing the other one laugh pained their bellies and filled their night with joy. Kat reached for the towel to wipe her face with as she slowly regained some composure. As she glanced at her tear-stricken face in the soiled mirror, she caught a glimpse of her husband leaning against the wall trying to stop his fit of laughter.

“PFFF.” She burst out into laughter once more and the duo repeated the cycle until the pain made it unbearable to keep laughing. It was just one of those nights.

[maribatz-2k]

Child Of Mine

09/20/2023

Chapter 17

First|Previous

Two years later, Mari and Alix had moved to New Jersey to rebuild their lives. Alix applied for the art teacher position at the local schools and Marinette had opened a small store. The girls had found a dreary location of Gotham and sold their condo in London to a starting out family.

You’re probably wondering what would make the girls move to this location. Well my dear Watson, a dart to the globe did. Their home lays between the shady side and the abandoned side of the great city. If you’re wondering, the shady side is the rich smugs who flaunt money and don’t care for their city. What? Did you think we were talking about the side that has all the criminals who just want to tear up their city and take over like kings? Ha! That’s the abandoned side.

See Mari and Alix did research on Gotham after their dart landed on this city. They learned about the “Amazing” Batman and his fledglings, the villains of misfits, and the rich and poor communities. Since the loss and found of their sons, Mari and Alix decided they wanted to be helpful towards the wandering children of Gotham. Alix teaches the kids in the art studio she and Mari bought when Alix is not working at the school. Marinette makes sure they are fed and clothed, with maybe some medical assistances.

Marinette was working with a client when Alix walked in with a paper bag, two to-go cups of coffee, and a slim briefcase. Mari had to hold back her chuckle watching her wife stumble over the furniture to reach the desk to unload her supply. Her wife’s once proper bun was scattered and frizzed as if she had been pulling at it all day.

“I think its time to cut your hair short again. You look like Ms. Frizzle.” Mari comments winning a chuckle the tall male.

“If those rich brats tell me free form is not art one more time and we will continue to have problems.” Alix responds, placing the bags and drinks down on the entertainment table, fixes her hair, and walkover circling the client. “Oh wow, when is the big day?”

 “The gala is in two weeks, and I plan to propose to my girlfriend.” The client was a tall, strapping young man, crisp straight black hair that didn’t pass his ears unless untamed. He stood there trying to not be pricked by the seamstress as he shifted to look at the red head that entered the building.

“I’m thankful I had a suit already prepared so I didn’t have to do it all from scratch. And in short amount of time.” Marinette looked up with a smile as she gave a small giggle.

“Why ordering a suit so close to the timeline?” Alix asks as she sits down on the sofa with her coffee and watches. The young man looks down as he answers.

“My brothers thought they would be funny and use my best suit for a joke. I’m still amazed they were able to do it. But it cost me my only good suit.” The man looked grim at the memory again. He was getting a whole new suit thanks to his brothers pranks. They had taken his suit and put it on the cow and painted superman’s insignia on her chest. His youngest brother was really pissed that they did that to his cow and ended up shredding the suit up to get it off. Alix fell back laughing at response then covered her mouth.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Reminds me of me and my friends growing up pulling some dumb stuff like that. Mari shook her head then stood up.

“You guys were horrible with your pranks. Alright Dick, please tell me if you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” She addresses the man then steps back to watch him examine his new suit. He moved around freely then twisted, feeling no rubbing or tightness anywhere.

“This feels good. Thank you.” He gives her the most shiniest smile that could surpass Adrien’s.

“No problem. Go ahead and change out of them and ill have ready the day of the gala so you don’t have to worry about further damages. If you want, we can even bring it to your door.” Marinette offered. He gave another smile then went to the dressing area. Alix smiled as her wife turned to her and gave her own distressed smile. She offered Mari her cup of coffee and pastry from the bag. Gratefully she accepted then sat down with Alix and nibbled.

“What would I do without you.” She retorted.

“Absolutely die. Not even Chloe could revive you.”

“No, but she would try. Dr. Bourgeois is now top 20 in general doctor in France. She would definitely try.” Alix laughs holding her stomach. It was a shock to everyone when Chloe announced that she was approved to Med School in London after école secondaire. But she continues to prove everyone wrong.

“I think I saw she was suppose to be coming out here for Christmas with Adrien. Think the blondes can handle this dark life?” Alix asked earning another shudder and giggles from Mari. Dick steps out from the dressing room, dressed back in his jeans and button up blue and black plaid shirt, the full suit draped on his arms.

“You sure you can bring to my apartment the day of the gala? I hate to be a bother.” His concern showing in his tone despite his smile.

“Yes monsieur, it will be fine. Besides you’re paying full price for a premade suit. I hate to see the money go to waste.” Marinette says with a smile of her own. Standing she walks over and takes the suit from him, then place it on a hanger and hang it up on a rolling hanging line. “Now, go home and spend time with your family. I must close up.” He gave her another smile then runs out of the door. She didn’t need to lock up yet it was only after 17:00 after all, but she had mini-clienteles coming in and she didn’t want anyone to scare them off.

Taps on the back door sprung a smile on Mari’s lips as she ran to it. Quickly she opened the door and ushered the children in. It was only a small handful this time round.

“Quickly now. I have three bathrooms available if you all need ‘em, all on second floor and one down here. Feel free to shower if you desire. You’ll find fresh clean clothes sitting on hangers in the bathroom closets. I hope they are the right sizes. I will be in the front.” Mari turned away letting the kids get their space then headed back to the lobby. She had the blinds draped half – way up, just to allow sunlight to still enter, and double check to lock the door. Finally, a set of kids walk in the lobby with her and Alix.  It was three girls and two young strapping young boys.

“Oh my goodness you all look so cute! I’m glad they fit.” Marinette squeals happily. The youngest girls smile brightly, the oldest gave a curt nod. The boys just blush and scowl. “Oh, I’m sorry. You two look very handsome in your clothes.” This earned two happy smiles. Alix chuckles watching them all. Marinette crouched down to their level and adjusted the kids clothes accordingly, allowing room to grow and be able to still move around without contrition should they have to run away from strangers.

“Did you place your clothes in the hamper so I can wash them tonight?” All five of them nodded their heads. Mari smiles and stands back up, heading over to Alix to grab a couple of back packs. “Here, there are more clothes in here for you all. You are welcome to share them with others, but they are closer to your sizes. If you need more or just want to hang out, you are always welcome here.” Alix smiles as she hands the boys their bags.

“I even snuck in a couple of Mari’s famous homemade snacks.” She gave a wink as the woman gave a mock gasp of disbelief. The children giggle, even the oldest girl gave a mischievous smile. Closing the blinds completely, the girls walked the children out the back and to their “respective” homes. The couple stuck to the shadows watching them leave their sides, then headed out of the alleys to the main road to head home. Not aware of the time, the two decided to stop somewhere to pick up food. Thankfully, there was always the Tai place that remained open until midnight.

“Think we’ll run into him tonight?” Alix whispered to Mari on the way home holding their food bags. Mari shrugs holding Alix’s arm as they walked to their condo. Well aware it was time for patrol, the girls kept their eyes to the road avoiding to look around for the night crew.

The day of the gala couldn’t have come soon enough. Marinette was dressed as in her red pant suit and blazer featuring a white blouse ruffle down the front. Her hair was tied up in a tight professional bun pinned together by pearl barrettes and bobby pins. Sporting a pair of black kitten heels while Alix sported standard black slacks and a blue blouse, hair freshly cut to her old sporty, pixie style, and tennis shoes.

“Really?”

“What? You said dress business casual. Tennis shoes is the best casual.” Alix smiles innocently. Mari just shakes her head and smiles. They grab the dressing bag and head out the door to the addressed location. Luck was on their side, out of all the taxi cabs that never cross their living area, one comes by. They hailed it down then pass the address to the young man behind the wheel. The cab stopped in front of a rich apartment complex a couple blocks away from Wayne Enterprise. Alix hopped to main door, looked through the rows of name tags then pressed the button. The intercom let out a buzzing noise, then the door unlocked to let the girls in.

After three flights of stairs, they reach the apartment door greeted by loud shouts on the other side of the door. Fighting instinct, Marinette knocks on the door then tried to wiggle to doorknob finding it unlocked. They pushed the door open coming face to face with Dick wrestling with someone in his underwear. Alix let out a wolf call making the two men freeze in their spot and look up.

“Are we interrupting something?” Marinette asks. Dick quickly pushes against the other man to stand up.

“No, no. My brother just decided he needed to be an Ass.” Dick says turning his glare at the man below him.

“In your whitey tighties?” Alix smirks, raising a brow at the man. Dick’s face burns red. He leans over and grabs the blanket off the back of his sofa and wrap it around his waist.

“I-is that my suit?” He cleared his throat as he tried to speak. Alix and Mari laugh for his change of subject before handing the dress bag to him. Dick left the room to put it on, leaving the two with his so-called brother. The brother sat up on the floor and stared at the Alix and Marinette curiously.

“So, are you two going to just stay here until he pays you or are you looking for something else?” He asks clearly insinuating something inappropriate. Before Alix could say anything, Dick returned dressed dashing in the new black and white suit, with a tinge of blue that shined based on the lighting.

“Don’t you look sexy. If Kor’i doesn’t say ‘Yes’ I will.”

“Thanks Jason, but you’re not my type.” Dick says. “Thank you ladies. I’ll let you know what happens. Will need to commission you for future functions.” Marinette smiled widely.

“Always welcome to have the clients. Enjoy your gala.” They walk out and head back to the elevator when Jason ran up to them.

“Hey wait! I wanted to apologize.” Jason stops next to them, rubbing the back of his neck. Mari examined the young man, something about him feeling familiar to her. He stood a foot and a half taller than her in heels. White tuff of hair twirled in the front, body as brawny and muscular as her papa’s if she had anyone to compare to. His eyes held a bright blue hue to it but something about his eyes, something more, intriguing was drawing her in.  

“Not a worry at all. Mari and I are use to mischief behavior all the time.” Alix gives him a wink then elbowed her wife, returning her back to earth. Before Marinette can say anything further, the elevator arrived and opened. “Our ride is here. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Alix drags the blunette into the machine and pushes the first floor. Mari just blinks and waves at the man hearing him just before the door closes.

“Another time.”

Next

@laurcad123 @vixen-uchiha @iamablinkmarvelarmy @emimar7 @magic-miraculous @jayjayspixiepop @galla02006 @queenz-z @tazanna-blythe @talia-scar123

[theycallme-thejackal]

Vigilante Shit

Part 1 | Part 2

She runs the bath and looks at herself in the mirror. The little makeup she’d been wearing earlier has streaked her face, so she scrubs until her cheeks are red and raw, and then she sinks into the hot water.

It’s too hot, punishing almost, but it seeps into her muscles and makes her think about something other than the potential fate her kids’ father will face in the coming days. Only for a moment, though.

Lenny’s been more of a father to your kids than Joel has.

She sinks beneath the water, not giving a damn about her hair as she tries to flush Mei’s voice out of her brain. She was right. Midge knows she was right. It’s a sentiment Ethan has expressed in recent months - in so many words. He calls Lenny Dad. Esther calls him Daddy and pitches fits any time she sees Midge packing her suitcase to stay at Joel’s.

She stays under until her lungs are screaming for air, and she emerges with a gasp.

There’s a knock on the door, and she furrows her brow. Unless her husband figured out how to alter time and space, there’s no way he could -

“Miriam, it’s me.”

Susie’s voice is the gentlest Midge has ever heard it, and she knows Lenny called her. “You can come in,” she calls. “I’m in the bath.”

Her best friend opens the door slowly and then sits on the edge of the tub. “You okay?” She asks.

Midge hugs her legs to her chest and rests her chin on her knees. “No,” she whispers. “I’m really not.”

Susie huffs a breath. “Every time I think your ex can’t be a bigger schmuck, he proves me wrong.”

“Yeah,” Midge breathes. “How much did Lenny tell you?”

“Just that Mei caught Joel cheating and you were freaked about it.”

Midge nods. “She pretty much told me that...if her family decides to deal with it, she really can’t do anything to stop them,” she explains. “And I don’t think she particularly wants to stop them anyway.”

Susie furrows her brow. “Isn’t the first rule of being a doctor that you aren’t supposed to kill people?”

Despite herself, Midge laughs, and it feels good. It feels good to have someone here with her who isn’t afraid of cracking a rather dark joke. “She can probably make it look like an accident,” she adds.

“You need me to cancel tomorrow?” Susie asks.

Fuck. Midge had forgotten all about the gig. A small show at a club in Midtown, but she’s the headliner. “No,” she answers. “No, I need to go. Lenny will be back by then, so I think I’ll be okay.”

“No offense, but your husband doesn’t seem like he could win a fight,” Susie points out.

“He can’t,” Midge agrees. “The man has been thrown through a window on two separate occasions. But just having him there will make it easier not to have a meltdown on stage.”

“Want me to send the guys?” Susie offers instead, and Midge’s instinct says no, but the truth is that having some protection is probably a good idea.

“Sure,” she answers.

Susie raises her brows in surprise. “Fuck, you really are freaked, aren’t you?”

Midge sighs and extends her legs, leaning back in the tub and letting the bubbles cover her. “My ex-husband’s wife just told me that in the next few days, I might have to tell my children their father is...” She stops. “So yeah, I’m scared.”

Susie nods and looks around the bathroom before reaching into her jacket. “Pot?”

---

Lenny gets home a little after midnight.

He sets his suitcase by the door and follows the sound of voices out to the back porch.

Midge is sitting on the top stair to the yard, inhaling from a joint, and Susie turns to look at him. “That’s my cue,” she says, stealing the joint back and taking one last drag.

His wife looks up at him, and the relief on her face is obvious. “You don’t have to go,” he tells Susie.

“Nah, I should get back to Denise,” Susie reasons, waving him off.

“Say hi for me,” Midge requests, and Susie pats her back before nodding to Lenny.

“Thanks, Susie. I owe you one,” he says.

“You’re fucking my star client. You owe me a million.” Midge laughs at that, it it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

He takes the seat vacated by Susie, and Midge passes him the joint. He’s been clean four years now, but he occasionally allows himself the indulgence of a toke. And right now, he really needs it.

He holds the smoke in his lungs, letting it work its magic as he looks out over their backyard. A luxury in Manhattan, for sure, but it’s something that makes them both happy. A place where their kids can play and they can relax. Or sit and share a joint.

He passes it back to his wife and asks, “How are you?”

“High,” she answers, making him chuckle quietly. “And...” She groans in annoyance. “I’m so fucking angry, Lenny.”

“Yeah, I’m not too happy myself,” he agrees.

“Why couldn’t he just learn his lesson the first time?” She cries. “Should I not have let him off the hook so easily? If I’d just kept the kids from him and refused to speak to him, would he have learned his fucking lesson and stopped putting his dick in twenty-two-year-olds behind his wife’s back?”

Lenny watches her, feeling his heart clench, and he reaches for her hand, squeezing it gently in her lap. “Sweetheart, this is in no way your fault. Joel makes his own choices.”

“Literally all he had to do was not fuck another woman. That’s it,” she seethes. “And now I’m looking at a world where I very well might have to explain to my children why Daddy can’t see them anymore.”

He sits quietly with her while she takes another hit. “This sucks,” he says as he strokes his thumb over the back of her hand.

“It totally sucks,” she agrees as she exhales and then slumps against his side, resting her head on his shoulder.

Lenny rests his nose on the crown of her head and kisses her hair. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier.”

She hums a quiet sigh. “You’re here now,” she replies, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Thank you for calling Susie.”

“A purely selfish act,” he responds. “I would’ve crawled out of my skin if I knew you were here alone.”

“Well I still appreciate it.”

He grazes his fingertips along her shoulder. “Want to get some sleep?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” she answers quietly.

“Want me to make you come until you pass out?”

She snorts a laugh and then looks up at him. “I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you, too.” He kisses the tip of her nose.

[liquorisce]

Armin-centric era??? 👀👀👀

Now that's something I would love to see!

What are your plans for him, if I may ask???

omg moon i took my time with answering this bc i know you're an expert on all things armin! tysm for asking and letting me talk about my best boy!!

i've always wanted to do a modern au armin who works as a political adviser (or is a young, upcoming politician). he's career is on the up and up but he's facing a personal "scandal" bc his wife (mikasa) has left him. they also have a young daughter. this one will center largely around how he picks himself back up, and the relationship between him and annie. In this one, Annie is a young college-going girl with a tough life and tries to engage in dubious activities for money. He catches her attempting to be a prostitute (with the intention of robbing her client), and he takes her home and just kind of gives her a bed to sleep in (NOT next to him lol, not yet) bc he realises that she doesn't exactly have a proper home to go back to. He then offers her a job as a nanny for his daughter! She's not really good with kids so this is a challenge for her, but she accepts. And their relationship kinda goes from there :) this one's really exciting bc its got all my fav stuff!! i also get to explore his feelings for mikasa (and also his relationship with eren which has been strained for years)!!

i have another one which is a bit of a controversial topic, which i can imagine not many people like lol (i posted a snippet of it years ago) - armin is plagued by dreams of bertholdt's memories and begins taking drugs to escape them. he tries to hide this from his wife (annie), but his poor mental state puts a big strain on their marriage. he ends up cheating on her (or getting taken advantage of, but he doesn't see it that way), and that kind of destroys their marriage. so it's a bit of a character study fic to see how he would recover from there. their marriage may or may not recover.

i started writing this but it feels more like an original thing so it may not see the light of day as aot fanfic BUT - an eren/armin/mikasa story set in a dystopian world where the three kids are on the road going from town to town trying to survive. i was really inspired by the anime heavenly delusion for the setting. i really hope i write this someday because this one is really about a throuple!! not a love triangle!!

i would also love to do a post-canon character study fic where armin has a conversation with levi about the choice levi made to save him, and not erwin.