#another honorable mention is Cozy’s

[lokislittlesigyn]

Feel free to share Loki headcanons you have too, I’m always up to hear more 👀💙

[cutecinnamon]

"A Broken Teacup" { Postwar Levi x Reader Oneshot }

CW: ⊹₊ Angst and Eventual Comfort ⊹₊ Pregnancy ⊹₊ Mention of Intimate Moments ⊹₊ Mention of a Character Death ⊹₊ Writing this made me cry a bit ⊹₊ ( I need a hug ) ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

• 3,096 word count •

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Synopsis:

(y/n) was Levi's caretaker, close friend and former squadmate. After the rumbling and the death of Hange,

Hange has left a void at Levi's heart that (y/n) can't fill.

After seeking warmth and comfort from each other, (y/n) ends up carrying Levi's baby.

Due to their complicated and unclear relationship mixed with the fact that they are both hurting, Another incident occurs, (y/n) accidentally knocked off Hange's favorite teacup from the kitchen counter, leading to a further strain in their relationship.

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After the rumbling that occured that wiped out eighty-percent of humanity, Levi ended up in a not so good state, he lost one of his eye and two of his fingers from the thunderspear explosion with Zeke. During the final war with Eren's titan form, Levi's leg was also damaged making him unable to move as efficiently as he did during his prime.

At a small little cozy house in Marley near the sea in a nearby small but warm village, Levi resided there, with his former squadmate (y/n).

Levi and (y/n) were both pretty close honestly, When Erwin and Hange were both still alive, they were the closest friends, Their bond with each other was more than just comrades and friends, They were like family.

Levi wasn't the expressive type, but (y/n) knew that Levi had strong emotions that he conveyed for the former Commander Hange, They were always close, Hange had this warmth in her that Levi needed, that Levi seeks for, They once even talked about living at a small cottage at the forest after everything was over when Levi was injured and Hange tended to his wounds. But everything shattered for Levi when she passed away due to a honorable sacrifice she made in order to save the squad and to save Humanity.

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The room was filled with the sounds of panting, (y/n) and Levi just finished an intimate activity in their sofa at their small dim living room. (y/n) knew that a void was left in Levi's heart, it was a huge void that even her love itself can't fill.

"Captain..." (y/n) burries herself into Levi's chest, sinking into his warmth.

Levi returns the warmth but his gaze falter,

"I'm sorry (y/n)..." He said in a somewhat monotone voice that conveyed sorrow,

(y/n) knew what it meant, she can never fill the void Hange had left the former Captain, She was the person Levi would always run to, the person Levi would seek comfort to, the person that will hold Levi's heart for the longest time.

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Two months had past prior to the intimate activity that Levi and (y/n) did, Levi noticed the change in her appetite, how she would always run to the sink as she threw up the contents from her stomach every morning, how she was more sensitive and emotional compared to the reserved and calm demanor she usually had.

Levi approached (y/n) as her head was at the sink again as she went through her new routine of retching and heaving every morning.

"Are you ok (y/n)?" Levi asked her, with concern evident in his tone of voice, he spoke to her in a gentle and calming tone, which was different from his usual monotone and stern demanor and way of communicating.

"I'm alright..." (y/n) replied as she wiped her mouth and opened the sink letting the water gush cleaning any remains of the component she just discarded.

Levi looked at her, his gaze held a mixture of concern and doubt as (y/n) tried to shrug off his question with the usual "I'm alright" line she uses.

"You're clearly not alright, I'm not blind (y/n) and I'm certainly not dumb." Levi said his voice still held the same concern but with a bit of sterness this time as he made sure to dig deeper into this matter.

"Captain... I..." (y/n) tried to speak but to no avail as she knew she was cornered at this rate and that eventually he'll find out sooner or later, heck she won't be able to hide this for the next few weeks once she starts to show.

Levi scanned her expressions, she was easy to read, Levi knew (y/n) well, she was an open book to him.

"You're carrying, are you not?" Levi asked her, his voice held a bit of hesitation but with certain firmness lacing it as he tried to delve deeper in this matter.

(y/n) just stared at him, her eyes were still a bit puffy due to the tears she shed earlier while threwing up. She did not mutter a single word which was already a dead giveway to Levi's lingering question.

Levi sighs, he knew the situation was not even close to ideal, hell it was very complicated at this rate since the life inside her was a result of him seeking for Hange's warmth and trying to find any bit of what he can recieve from (y/n).

(y/n) just stares at the floor her thoughts still spiraling from the endless loop of thoughts about the baby she was carrying, about her relationship with Levi and about Levi's love for Hange.

Levi's orbs also reflected the same, it carried a lot of emotions, mostly confusion on how to feel about this.

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A few more weeks had passed, Levi decided to do his best in terms of looking after (y/n) although they haven't discussed her pregnancy as much as an ideal expecting loving couple would do, he did try his best to keep his eye on her to make sure she was doing alright.

(y/n)'s heart was also at the verge of drowning from the weight its carrying. She felt lost, alone, and despite not wanting to admit it, she did crave for Levi's affection, support, and Love.

Both (y/n) and Levi grew up with no proper father and mother figure after their parents passed. Levi grew up at the underground and his mother Kuchel died when he was younger, leaving him with his uncle Kenny who also left him after teaching Levi how to fend for himself. (y/n) on the other hand was also left to fend for herself eversince she was young, as she had lost her parents at a young age. All she ever wanted was to give the baby she was carrying the life they truly deserved, a life better than what she and Levi had when they were younger.

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One Afternoon, (y/n) was washing the porcelain teacups and teapot after she prepared tea for her and Levi just like their usual routine, even though she was pregnant with their little one, she still kept his word to take care of Levi until he fully recovered, not wanting to leave his side despite knowing that his heart belongs to someone else.

After washing two porcelain teacups (y/n) stared at a specific one, a pearly white with blueish hue teacup that had a dainty pattern of small pink flowers, a teacup that held a lot of memory for the former Captain, It was Hange's favorite cup that she would always borrow from Levi when the squad or the superiors had their meetings, it was a cup that held a lot of memories and meanings to him, thats why until now, he made it clear that he wants to use that teacup despite the almost dozen of different pearly colored ones at their kitchen cabinet.

(y/n) gently placed the teacups and teapot at their kitchen counter, though what she didn't notice was their sink was somewhat broken as a small puddle of water from the calming flow from the faucet had already made its way at their kitchen floor making it wet and slippery.

(y/n) almost slipped at the floor, fortunately she managed to hold onto the kitchen counter but it had its price, as Hange's favorite pearly white teacup with blueish hue hit their cold kitchen floor.

Levi immediately came down the stairs from their shared bedroom, after hearing the loud thud, Levi stood there, his gaze not leaving the large chunks of porcelain at the floor that held the memories of the woman he holds in his heart dearly.

(y/n)'s orbs met Levi's gray orbs that also had a blueish hue to it, It held a lot of emotions that she was unable to read, if she was being honest she saw hate, anger, disappointement and sorrow.

"Le-Levi it was an accident... I..." (y/n) tried to explain but Levi cuts her off.

"Save it, I don't want to hear it (y/n)." Levi responds, trying to keep his tone in monotone, despite his anger visibly flaring up.

"Levi... I... I'm sorry... I almost slipped and I reached onto the counter and I... I didn't realize that I accidentally knocked off Hange's favorite cup..." (y/n) tried to explain, her voice was shaking as she was at the verge of tearing up in front of him, she knew the importance of the cup, Hange was a dear friend to her, Erwin and Levi.

(y/n) also knew how much she meant to Levi and how he always tries to find the reminders of her in the small little things that she left behind just like the now shattered pieces of porcelain at kitchen floor.

Levi looked at her, although he was hard to read (y/n) knew he despises her for what happened.

"Levi... please... please listen to me..." (y/n) said softly as she gently tugged the sleeves of Levi's white polo shirt.

"Do you even know how much that teacup means to me (y/n)?" Levi responded to her, his tone laced with anger which he hardly tried to supress.

(y/n) maintained eye contact with Levi, she prepared herself for the words that he might bombard at her, she knew she messed up badly and it was something she cannot fully mend.

"You know what (y/n), I don't know if you're just incompetent or stupid but, how can you expect someone like you who can't even take care of a fragile little teacup to take care of a damn little baby?" Levi asked her, his gaze piercing her.

It hurt, hearing Levi said that made (y/n) feel that she was not qualified, she was not enough to fill the void that Hange left and she accepted it, she was the one looking after Levi and giving him the care and attention he needed, but at the end of the day those words would slip from his mouth.

Levi's words impacted (y/n) a lot, which he never really intended. He was at the verge of anger and his mind was clouding his judgement and choice of words.

After glancing at (y/n) one final time he went back upstairs to their shared bedroom with his cane.

Immediately, (y/n) kneeled down the floor picking up the big chunks of shard, despite her hands getting small cuts and bruises from the former teacup, she did her best to pick up each and every piece delicately, she then placed it on top of the table as she searched their house for a hot glue gun, she knew it was dumb to try and fix something that was already shattered, but for all that mattered to (y/n) was Levi's happiness, even if it meant his forgiveness was uncertain.

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Levi's mind started to go back to his memories with Hange,

"Oi, four eyes, don't you dare touch my teacup again. You have your own." Levi said with his usual tone.

"Levi, stop being such a hot tempered Captain, if you continue to be like that you might scare all the cadets away." Hange responded with her usual cheery tone.

Hange was a contrast to Levi's cold attitude, and Levi admired that about her.

Levi remembered that Hange loves that teacup thats why he really did cherish it.

His mind then went back to the sight of (y/n) earlier, the way she was shaking and at the verge of tears from what happened. Levi knew that (y/n) would never do that on purpose, he knew (y/n) for a long time now, as she was also a close friend of his for a long time already and one of the most skilled scout in his former squad, she proved herself to him a lot of times already, especially now that she decided to stay behind and to look after him while he was recovering. Levi believes her when she told him she almost slipped at the floor and she accidentally knocked off the teacup, but his anger got the best of him.

Levi sighed as he made his way to the door grabbing his cane to check up on (y/n) he knew that she was in a fragile state due to her pregnancy, and he knew he had gone to far from the hurtful words he said to her.

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Quiet sobs were heard at the living room as (y/n) placed the last chunk of porcelain shard at the broken teacup, she managed to put everything back in place, it was back to how it is supposed to look like despite the cracks which were marks that it was already damaged, that it was already broken.

"You know what (y/n), I don't know if you're just incompetent or stupid but, how can you expect someone like you who can't even take care of a fragile little teacup to take care of a damn little baby?"

Levi's words from earlier continued to linger in (y/n)'s mind making her question if she was really capable of taking care of their little one which further added to her overwhelming emotions and anxiety.

(y/n) was still crying silently, trying to silence the quiet sobs she was unable to hold back, she really did care about Levi, she really did love him, even though his heart belonged to another.

(y/n) stared at the cup, her thoughts overwhelming her with emotions. She tried her best to make Levi happy, from cleaning their tiny house the way he wants it to be spotless, the way she tried to learn and cook the dishes that Levi loved, To dedicating her life into staying at Marley to tend to him while he recovers, and the way she tried to push her own happiness aside, she always tried her best to understand him. She was always there for him when he wanted to talk about Hange, when he was lost after the war.

She even came as far as making love with him to give him the comfort and warmth he needed, which resulted to their now growing baby in her womb.

Even if it did hurt her knowing that Levi will never see her the same way he did with Hange.

(y/n) heard foosteps from the stairs, breaking her from her thoughts, she then turned to see Levi, who was walking slowly with the help of his cane as he approaches her.

Levi saw the teacup, he then glances at (y/n)'s hands noticing the scratches, some are even covered with a bit of crimson colored blood, he also glanced at her face, her eyes were red and puffy from crying for a few hours now.

Levi made his way to their cabinet at the living room to grab a small box, it was a first aid kit, he then settles it at the table as he takes a sit next to (y/n).

Levi gently grabs (y/n)'s hands as he gently applied an ointment to it, disinfecting it, he then made sure to delicately wrap her hands with a clean bandage.

Levi saw how (y/n) didn't mind getting hurt, and that she disregarded the wounds at her hands for the sake of putting the teacup back in place, and this had an impact on him, he then started to look back to everything, her sacrifices to take care of him, and her willingness to carry their little one despite their unclear and complicated relationship.

(y/n) was still avoiding Levi's gaze but she managed to speak out a few words before being unable to control her tears again.

"I'm really sorry Levi... I really didn't mean to..." (y/n) said as tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"Shhh..." Levi gently wraps his arms around her small frame.

"I'm sorry (y/n) I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, instead of getting mad about the teacup breaking, I should've checked on you... to make sure you and our little one aren't hurt." Levi said to her with a soothing and comforting voice as he gently strokes her hair trying to calm her down from crying, which was honestly quite foreign, it was a softer side of him, (y/n) knew Levi had this side, but it was her first time to actually feel and experience it, this side of him was more understanding, caring and affectionate.

"I should've been more emotionally and physically available for you, I should be the one supporting you throughout your pregnancy. You have always taken care of me (y/n), and I hope this time maybe I can still make it up to you." Levi said his voice still laced with the softness and affection his eyes also glistening a bit from the tears he is holding back.

"Levi..." (y/n) called out to him as she continued to embrace him, not wanting to let go of his warmth.

"I give you my word (y/n) from now on we will both try to make this work, alright?"

Levi asked her, it was honestly more of like a statement since even if she did say no, he will forbid it.

"I want to give our little one a happy and loving family they deserve... I also want you to recieve the love you deserve (y/n)."

Levi slightly pulled away his orbs locking to

(y/n)'s glistening once.

They both gave each other a nod, it was like a pact to do their best for their baby to have the family they deserve, and to also open their hearts for love since after everything they've been through, they still have each other and maybe one day the void in Levi's heart will slowly be filled.

Levi glanced at the teacup although it was shattered, it was broken, it was still standing, it was still stable. Its pearly white color mixed with its blueish hue illuminating from the reflection of the moonlight through their window.

The teacup that once reminded him of Hange, now also reminded him of (y/n) in terms of how she did her best to pull herself together despite being hurt, despite being broken, despite everything they've been through. She was a strong woman and a capable mother for their little one.

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Eversince that day, Levi opened his heart for

(y/n) although Hange still had a piece of his heart, he was slowly starting to get better in accepting the love his pregnant partner was now giving him.

As time went on Levi continued to feel his once shattered heart and its once unfixable void, swell with love from his new family, (y/n) and their little one.

"I love you (y/n)..." Levi whispered to her ear while tucking a few strands of hair falling at her face, as she fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

(y/n) slowly opened her already tired and heavy eyelids meeting Levi's gray orbs glancing at her with genuine love and affection as both their hands were now resting at her swollen belly as they feel their little baby girl kicking inside her womb.

"I Love you too Levi... thank you for loving me and our Little one." (y/n) said gently as Levi leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss at her forehead.

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Writing this honestly made me tear up, but I hope you all enjoyed this fic ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১♡

Edited: I just proofread this morning since I published it late midnight a few hours ago, I fixed a few errors and edited a few words used,

Let me know if you are interested in a mini sequel incase, thank you again for your time, ♡

- Cinna

[calicoheartz]

Caitlin Clark ; relationship hcs ﹒ ⟢

caitlin clark x reader relationship hcs !

warnings : just pure fluff ! （ 𖦹◞◟）

my master list ㇀♡

a/n: tysm for all the love on my last two hcs! this was inspired by the lovely @iminlovewithpaigebueckers so make sure to go check them out ♡

how you two meet cami is going to be cliche and say that you definitely went to one of her games and she spotted you in her jersey and it was love at first sight!!

Ever since she saw you she has been pestering Kate and Gabbie to find out more about you and who exactly you were. Literally was desperate to find out your name and to learn more about you.

eventually she spotted you at a cafe close to campus and she knew it was now or never. She asked for your number and the rest is history !

who had interest first? Caitlin. As mentioned previously it was love at first sight. You definitely thought she was drop dead gorgeous but you weren’t actively seeking her iykwim

how she asks you out Caitlin had been planning this moment for weeks. You two had grown increasingly close over the past month, and she wanted to make it official.

you hadn’t seen eachother as often due to her away games, so she asked you if you wanted to come over and hang out at hers for a bit.

she had everything set up, your favorite food and flowers , dimly lit setting with pleasantly smelling candles. I feel like she would ask you out with a playlist with songs that reminded her of you, and would start off by saying how much you mean to her and how she wants to be able to call you hers.

the first “I love you” I think she would say it first. We all know our girl is as cool as a cucumber, and most likely said it with so much love and not even realizing she said it.

Would for sure take place after a huge win for Iowa , you both back at her dorm, helping her wind down and preparing a nice bath for her. As you gently massage her scalp I think she would slip it out.

who’s more clingy i think it would be a good mix of both. You definitely miss her tremendously whenever she’s gone for games, but the moment she’s back best believe you guys are glued at the hip. It’s an equal balance of both !

who’s more possessive you! i think with all the attention caitlin gets it can be hard to keep your composure at times, you know she loves you but with all the girls throwing themselves at her it can be hard to not have doubts. But she always reassures you that in every room she would always look for you ◡̈

staying in or going out? hmmm this is hard. I feel like Cait is a homebody so i think you two would stay home every chance you get. Just cozying up under a blanket , watching your favorite movies and just enjoying each others company

cuddles cuddles cuddles i think she would definitely be big spoon. She loves having you close to her and having you in her arms. A honorable mention to the “rom com” , as I think that’s the second most used couple position between you two 😊

love language i feel like it would be a mix between physical touch and acts of service.

while she lovesss having you close to her and feeling you against her, she also loves showing you how much you mean to her through little acts of services throughout the day!

arguments i think there would be an equal balance , but since we know our girl is super collected we know she’ll always take the blame regardless of what yall are arguing about just for the sake of it.

i can picture her giving you space to blow off some steam, but within the next few days she would definitely try and have another open discussion about what happened to make sure everyone’s side is heard correctly

i had so much fun writing this! lmk if you guys want a pt 2 to this & make sure to leave reqs in my inbox! ilyyy ◡̈

[astralis-ortus]

every version of you

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— time could heal everything; as long as you're willing to work for it.

w.count → 0.4k genre → slice of life, fluff warning → retirement era chris! also a slight mention of family dog passing away :( a.n → kind of like a continuation of this, but honestly the thought came to me when this mama bahng video came across my fypㅠ ⋆ see masterlist

your home with chris now felt a lot quieter once your kids had left home. either it was for college or to build a life with their partner, the space that once held so much high pitched squeals and resonating laughter had now returned to the peace it once was—a distant time before your little angels carved their existences into both your lives.

the first couple of weeks were the hardest for chris. his life used to revolve around your kids, and shaking off a couple decades worth of habit isn’t something one could do in a snap of a finger. you’d often catch chris being glued to his screen, lips forming a tender smile when a familiar laugh or whine would resonate from his speakers, and you would join him—a reminder that you’re still there with him while you reminisce the silly little things your babies would do.

as weeks turns to months, chris slowly returns to his usual self. since work is no longer as hectic as it used to be for chris, he’s slowly finding other hobbies as a way to spend his time—some days it’s playing his favorite game, some others it’s watching movies, a portion went to catching up with his friends, with a sprinkle of little pranks and light jokes once within a few hours whenever he catches you off guard.

none of that, however, wins against the time he spent playing with your newly adopted dog.

after your previous family dog passed away to old age, your entire family had found it difficult to replace their presence. they have been a part of your family for years after all, and your family has been trying to honor his memory for the longest time. with your kids moving away, however, chris finally decided that it’s time to bring a new life home—and he’s found it in a form of a 7 months old english cocker spaniel.

with the presence of the new little ball of sunshine at home, you finally saw the twinkle of joy fully returning to the reflection on chris’ eyes. he’d spend hours playing with the puppy while you prepare dinner, he’d excitedly take them for walks first thing in the morning, he’d definitely let the puppy sleep on his lap while having an arm around your shoulder, enjoying another movie night in your cozy bed.

chris finally enjoys his time as an empty nester, and in those tender little moments,

it’s as if you could see every version of chris that made you stay.

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[ravenromanova]

Come back to me pt.2

Pairings: 838 Wanda x Female reader. 616 Wanda x Vision

Warnings: Nothing really for this one. But in the next parts there will be smut. i’m just getting the scene right now. this one might be a little short sorry :/

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Part 1

”I’m bringing you home Malysh” She said as she closed the portal and walked over to where you were laying. For a moment you thought you were still dreaming. That was until you felt Wandas hand on your cheek ensuring you she’s real.

“Where’s home?” You asked after finally coming to terms with the fact that she’s really there. She smiled softly before she reached her hand out for you to take. You rubbed your eyes and then slowly grabbed her hand before you got out of your bed.

“You’ll see soon malysh” Wanda said softly before she flicked her wrist and opened up another portal. You were still very confused and not 100% sure you weren’t dreaming as you walked through the portal.

When the both of you walked through the portal you were met with vivid colors and a more beautiful universe. The universe had much brighter colors than yours did, the sky was a different shade of blue and everything just seemed better. Wanda led you from where she had made the portal to the little house she had bought in a woodsy town in upstate new york.

Once you walked into the house you immediately took a few moments to look at the decorations. The house was small but cozy with a soft furniture that complimented Wandas style. The walls were painted a light green, there were beautiful paintings varying from van gogh to flowers. You smiled as you took in all of the decor and for some reason you felt at home right away. Wanda smiled as she watched you wonder around and take everything in.

“This is home malysh” Wanda said once you took a moment to take everything in.

“It’s beautiful Wanda” You mused with a smile still holding her hand.

“I bought this house right after you passed…You had mentioned to me how much you loved this house one day as we drove past it. So i bought it to honor you after the accident.” She said softly leading you to the sofa and sitting down. You sat on the soft dark green sofa as you listened. The story made your heart break and your eyes well up with tears as she spoke.

“I’m sorry” Your words caught her off guard. “I know it isn’t my fault for ya know dying but im sorry that we never got time together and you had to come to a different universe for me. I honestly dont think im worth all that” Wanda squeezed your hand softly for reassurance and shook her head. Her eyes were soft as she looked at you and shook her head before speaking.

“Darling i would cross any timeline and go to any universe to find you again. I know im not your Wanda but i still love you the same. And if its any consolation i know your Wanda feels the same but is just too scared” She said with a certain sadness in her voice that made your heart break a little more.

“I know this is all a little weird but if you want i would love it if you stayed here…with me” Wandas voice wavered as she spoke almost as if she thought you’d say no. You smiled and grabbed her hands and rubbed your thumb against her knuckles.

“I’d love that…There’s nothing for me in my universe. I have no family, Wanda chose Vision as you already know, I dont really have any friends on the team besides nat so yea i’ll stay” She smiled brightly at your words and moved in closer before she brought you in for a passionate kiss. You knew that you probably shouldn’t stay that there would more than likely be repercussions of your actions. But right now in this moment you couldn’t care less because you felt so loved by her.

*Back in 616*

Wanda wondered the compound hoping to find you but had no luck everywhere she checked. She sighed as she wondered back to your room to see if maybe you were in there.

“Y/n? You in there?” Her soft voiced echoed through your room. After a few seconds of waiting and no response she used her powers to open your door. Wanda sighed when she entered and saw you weren’t in there. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath before age went to sit in your bed. She then saw the stuffed unicorn she bought you for your birthday one year and grabbed it. Wanda smiled softly as she held the stuffed animal.

That’s when she decided she was going to try to find you using a location spell. So she closed her eyes and focused on finding you. What she saw made her heart stop. You were sitting on the couch with her only… it wasn’t her it was a Wanda from another universe it looked like.

“What the hell” She whispered to herself as she saw the two of you walk around a small cottage looking house. Wanda’s heart stopped when she saw you leaning in for a kiss. You were giggling at something the other Wanda had said and it was just like when the two of you would hang out together.

Wanda sat there on your bed for what felt like forever watching you and other her interact. Her heart filled with joy at the look on your face. You looked happy with other her. But as Wanda continued to watch she couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. She has always loved you but never had the courage to say anything so when Vision asked her out she didn’t think twice. Everything was great with Vision at first till she noticed how distant and quiet you got around her. As the days went on she tried to find the strength to leave Vision and tell you how she felt but she never did.

Twenty minutes passed before Wanda got up and knew what she needed to do. She left your room and then went to her own to change and collect her thoughts. After she got dressed and calmed her anxious mind down she opened up a portal of her own.

*818*

Once she conjured the portal she walked through and entered a world that looked like her own but yet it was vastly different. She looked around for a moment before she saw a red trail that resembled her powers. Her brows furrowed as she followed the trail for what seemed like forever.

When she got to the small cottage looking house from her vision the red trail ended. Wanda froze as she stood outside the house the house. She didn’t know what to do. Her mind was racing. What if you were mad at her? What if you were happy with this Wanda and didn’t want to come back? Should she just leave to be?

Her heart stopped when she heard your laugh from inside the house. The laugh sounded real and genuine… She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t ruin your happiness for her own selfish reasons even if she wanted to fix things.

*Inside the house*

You and Wanda were sitting down on the couch watching friends giggling at the antics of Joey and Chandler when Wanda felt something off. She tended under your touch as you laid on her chest and when your eyes met hers they were red.

“Wanda? Are you okay?” You asked placing your hand on her cheek growing worried. She didn’t respond as she grabbed the hand that was on her cheek.

“You need to go outside. She’s here” She finally said after her eyes went back her their normal green.

“W-Who’s outside?” Your worry and concern kept growing as you spoke.

“Just go Malysh” She said with a sad smile on her face. You could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t gonna listen to your protests so you nodded and headed words to the door.

Your hands shook a little as you twisted the door knob. And once the door was opened and you saw who it was your heart stopped and tears formed in your eyes.

“Wanda?” Her eyes meet yours and it felt like all time had stopped. “What are you doing here?” You asked walking down the steps.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you how i felt before. I’m so sorry y/n please please come back to me “ She pleaded holding onto your hips once you were in reach. Your hands found home on her reddened cheeks and you gave her a sad smile.

“I-I don’t know if i can” Wanda could hear her heart breaking at your words. It was in that moment that all her fears came true.

~The end of part two~

A/n sorry for the cliffhanger :) well not really but i promise the next however many chapters will be so much better and filled with so much more angst and fluff! I just needed to set the scene you know? ANYWAYS i love y’all

[demonvibez]

Hmmm another character I think would be fun to write for a soft fluffy shower scenario would be Beel, Mammon or Levi!!!

I imagine Beel's quite happy and delighted when he gets to pat you down with a towel and occasionally eat the toothpaste when it's time to get ready for bed, which is cute and soft!!! He's just a fluffy man!!! He wants to be drowned in that domestic love for sure!!! He likes ruffling your hair down with a towel and drying you off in his lap after a nice hot shower.

I can imagine he's too big and bulky to move efficiently out of the way of the showerhead so usually the water cascades all over him and barely on you. But don't worry!!! He'll just rub all the water on him back onto you when he's got you against the wall.

Mammon would be interesting because he's super bashful but he doesn't turn his nose up at the chance to bathe with MC, he's a lil nervous and doesn't exactly know where to glue his eyes or where to rub you down with bodywash because he keeps getting distracted by how pretty and sweet MC looks like this, but he's got the right spirit!

Eventually I imagine he gets quite comfortable rubbing MC down with soap while humming to himself, he seems so blissful he keeps lathering more soap onto you no matter how many times he's already done it. He just likes being able to touch you and be there with you, he likes when you let him take care of you and of course he loves it when you wash his hair out with him! I imagine he loves a mixture of baths and showers.

Levi's also quite sweet because I can imagine he's so shy! Poor guy doesn't know what to do in such a scenario!!! He wants to enjoy this intimate moment with MC in the bath so bad but he's so fidgety and blushy he can barely put his hands on you without overthinking it. He lets you wash his back even when he squirms around from the touch, the water swirls everywhere and eventually he's the one sitting between your legs so he can hide away that blush on his cheeks.

It stays that way regardless of how much time has passed, he's always thankful to have such an angel taking care of him in such a vulnerable state :,,,((( Eventually I'd say he becomes quite cozy staring at you! His eyes always linger in places they shouldn't and his cheeks erupt into fire when he figures out that MC does not at all mind when he lets his eyes and mind wander.

Wawawawa I like the boys :,|

An honourable mention I'd say would be interesting to write for is Solomon!

His pact marks are everywhere and he likes when MC scrubs down his marks in exchange for your's. When he smoothes his hands over the marks on your skin with soap he feels strangely calm, he likes how when it's just skin to skin, the both of you aren't so different afterall. Stripped down to the barest parts of you, MC is almost like him. Human! With the help of a few demons.

Oooo, all of these are definitely worthy contenders! I definitely wanna write the full versions w/ allllll of them, and have some pretty devious ideas about each. Your honorable mention of Solomon has inspired quite a few ideas that I'll have to keep in mind 😈

Until then, love what you wrote above, so I put my lil reply/spin below. ♡ I left out Solomon because he's just gonna have to join the party later!

Edit: am realizing I may not have put as much softness into parts of this but, oh well, enjoy!

warning: no real smut but it's quite suggestive (minors dni)

I definitely see Beelzebub being nervous at first, seeing as he is so damn polite when it comes to how you feel, whether it's about consent or the breakfast menu. He might fumble about the shower the first go round, which you both still enjoyed quite a bit, but the second time he is ready with a plan. He'll tell you to step into the shower first, the water cascading over you and onto him as he hands you the soap with that innocent smile of his. Time to rub down all of those muscles with your tiny little human hands. A blush creeps across his face as you look up at him with a devious smirk, gently pushing him down to the shower floor so that you can finally climb him and have your way with him . . .

Always the greedy demon, Mammon would never miss the chance to bathe with you. The greedy part of him just wants to take you, to feel every part of you while you share the shower together - to make you feel as good as you make him feel. Sometimes he has to remind himself that you're both here for a reason, 'gotta get clean n get ta breakfast before Lucifer kicks both our asses!' and you both fall into the routine of helping each other scrub. Sometimes, on a day where you both have nowhere to be, you find yourself in a bath together. Mammon suddenly pulls you into his lap, his grip on you firm and the golden glint of greed in his eyes. He has you all to himself today, and he will not be holding back . . .

Bathing with Leviathan is a double edged sword - when it comes to being in water, he is in his natural element. Demon form or not, he loves water and it's his safe space. On the other hand, Leviathan is not only very shy, but also self loathing. It isn't until you come along that everything starts to change. It takes some time for Levi to bathe with you - even the idea initially had him shut into his room for three days. But who else but you, his Henry, could help him break out of his shell?! And after a few attempts, here the two of you were. Eyes wide and cheeks painted with blush, Levi was lathering up your shoulders when he heard you giggle. He noticed that his tail had wrapped around your leg, and was snaking it's way upwards. Mortified, he began to stammer when you placed your hand on his tail and assured him that you like it. Emboldened with a small wind of confidence, he let his tail continue on, wondering what else it can do that you like . . .

[bamboobooshark]

MOON BOYS X READER

₊˚.⋆🕯️⋆⁺. T-SHOT PREFS : 941 WRDS

CW : Shots, Needles, Syringes, etc.

A/N : I came up with this idea in the middle of a class and couldn’t get it off of my mind! The scenario here is that you’ve recently received your first prescription and want the boys to have the honor of giving it to you. I don’t take T myself, but for those who do/want/plan to, I hope you all enjoy these prefs!

STEVEN GRANT .

You better bet your ass that Steven would love to help you with your T shot. He’d be smiling idiotically as you grab it. He follows you to the bathroom all giddy, unable to keep still as you get the small bottle from the cabinet behind the mirror.

“It’s a shot? Why does it have to be a shot?! Isn’t there an easier way to do this? What if I hurt you?”

He gets a little weary once you inform him that he will have to put a needle in your skin. You reassure him that everything will be fine. He’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.

Once you’re settled on the edge of your shared bed, he kneels down in front of you and offers to help you shimmy your pants off just enough to show your hip.

“I’m just making sure one more time; you want me to do this?”

His hand trembles softly as he holds the syringe. His cheeks are hot from being so nervous. His eyes keep flicking from your eyes, your hip, and the syringe.

You take his free hand and place it on top of your thigh opposite of the hip he’ll inject you in. Your thumb reassuringly runs over his knuckles before you clasp your palm on the back of his. You tell him once more that you’re sure and he nods his head, feeling more sure now that he has your touch to comfort him.

He carefully injects the liquid into your hip, cringing, but eyeing the needle intently, as he does so. In all honesty he looked more scared of giving you your testosterone than you were of receiving it.

“Hey! Look at me go! Look at us go!” He’s beaming after he’s done. He quickly gets up from his feet to lean forward and kiss your forehead. He’s proud of himself for giving you the shot, proud of you for taking it, and happy that you’re taking another step to being more comfortable in your own skin. “You took that so well! I’m truly amazed at how well you did. Good job, really.”

MARC SPECTOR .

Marc is familiar with the shots, syringes, etc. from all the hospital visits. As soon as you mention there’s the option of taking it in your thigh or hip, he tells you he won’t give it to you unless you let him inject your thigh.

It’s not because he’s a thigh guy, but because he knows it’s less painful and he would never want to hurt you. Espically if he has control of the situation the two of you are in.

He does everything pretty quick. Getting the bottle and syringe prepared, making sure you’re sat somewhere cozy, and moving your pants aside so he can get to your thigh easily.

Marc lets out a deep exhale as he looks up at you from his knees. “You ready? I can hold your hand if you want. We could get you some numbing cream. I’ll do anything if it means you’ll be a little more relaxed.” His other hand rubs the back of your calf, feeling your tensed muscles. He really would do anything to help you feel less stressed about this shot, espically considering how he would be given them with little to no warning and forcefully.

Once both of you knew you were for sure ready, he quickly but gently injected your thigh while he kissed the skin around it softly. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’m here for you. I always will be.”

From his gentle touch, soft kisses, and reassurance, the shot felt like nothing. You were smiling the whole way through from how much he simply cared for you. God, he made your heart melt.

JAKE LOCKLEY .

Jake was on the fence at first when you asked him to help you with your T. He didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no.

“Would it be better if I did it? Do you want me to hold your hand while you do it? You sure you trust me to do this?”

He felt so appreciative that you were giving him the option of injecting you with your first shot, but he also didn’t believe he deserved to do it.

Once you convinced him that you really wanted him to do it, he accepted it with a prideful and happy smile.

“No, no, no. Don’t even think about it. Let me get everything for you. Don’t move a muscle, mi amor.”

Jake was insistent that you relax while he does everything he can to make this moment memorable, comfortable, and happy. He kept rambling about how happy he is for you and that he’s proud of you for bringing it up with your doctor.

Some time later you were sat comfortably on the couch. He got your favorite blanket, some pillows to go behind your back. He lowered himself onto one knee and carefully prepared the liquid into the syringe.

You both decided that he would inject the testosterone into your thigh. He softly asked you to take some deep breaths with him before counting down until the needle reached your skin.

Jaked talked you through the whole dose of testosterone. His opposite hand slipped under your shirt, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip.

“One, two, three… There you go. You’re doing great, cariño. It’s almost all gone. You’re so strong. You’ve got this!”

Once he was done he got himself up off the floor, kissed your forehead, and safely disposed of the syringe. He gently ran his hand over your thigh with a subtle smile on his lips. He was incredibly proud of you, and himself for helping you out.

[softomegaposting]

in honor of my backache from sleeping in my nest on the floor last night (a hardwood floor covered with a sheepskin and a throw blanket) i wanna talk about nest mattresses! in real life and worldbuilding. disclaimer that my knowledge comes from mostly online so it’s probably not completely accurate.

so! cool floor beds i found that would make good nest bases.

the type of bed i could find the most on online is the Japanese futon. it’s what the western futon/sofa bed was originally modeled after but it’s very different. it’s basically a very thin mattress (shikifuton) over tatami mats (rush grass outer layer with a foam or rice straw core). both parts are much more moveable than a western style mattress. another important consideration i think is relevant is that futon covers go all the way around the mattress and can be washed (unlike western sheets which leave the bottom of the mattress uncovered which if it’s on the floor can get gross). futons are also meant to be aired out in the sun, which helps the whole dust thing.

another cool bed type i found are montessori-style house beds. they’re typically used for young children (toddlers and preschoolers) but do come in larger sizes (the biggest i’ve seen is a full). the bed frame sits directly on the floor with a thin mattress and a wooden house-shape on top that can support a canopy/curtains (which would be super cool for a nest lets be real). some also come with bed rails and bumpers so little kids don’t fall out, which i think would also be good for a nest because it’s more cozy.

of course i must mention the “human dog beds” which gained popularity in 2022 from going on shark tank but i remember first hearing about them around 2015-ish (and of course going that would make a great nest!). it is what it sounds like.

another, probably the cheapest option here, is camping mattresses. you know what these are. super thin air mattresses with foam tops. some come in double width (better for a nest imo) but most of them are made of that terrible slippery fabric (good for camping, bad for everything else). this might not be a problem for most people but i’m autistic and i gag touching them. you could cover it with a rug or blanket but those might slip off of it due to the gross slipperiness of the fabric. idk.

the last thing i can think of are traditional mattresses that are just. thin. you could use a mattress topper but a real mattress would definitely feel better even if they’re the same height because real mattresses have a comfort layer and a base layer and a topper only has the comfort layer (=more back pain for you). consider: dorm mattresses (at least my dorm had them, and it made an amazing nest), rv mattresses, and trundle mattresses. they’re all basically the same thing just different keywords (and slightly different sizes for the rvs). my sister has slept on a 4 inch mattress for six years or so and she only occasionally complains of back pain but for occasional use it would be fine (she also has scoliosis so. could be that).

now for some quick worldbuilding notes:

i definitely think that in an omegaverse society nest mattresses would be common. i think they would mimic traditional mattresses but shorter, like rv mattresses, but have an all-around washable cover/sheets to protect from floor grossness, sort of like dorm mattresses but able to be washed more easily. i also think they would come in more square or round shapes instead of the typical rectangle twin shape. i can see them having folding capabilities like some rv mattresses do, so that people could sun them like futons to get rid of dust mites.

i can also see nest frames being a thing, sort of like the montessori bedframes, with pillow bumpers to make a more enclosed vibe. i can also see a huge market for both frame-mounted or ceiling-mounted canopies, because who doesn’t want that.

maybe houses would be built with specific nest areas in mind, maybe with softer floors like tatami vibes or carpet. i’ve heard talk about conversation pits which are absolutely so cool but i can also see the advantage in an elevated nest space. my favorite nest of all time was in a ceiling cabinet because i could see the whole room but was harder to see myself, which made me feel really safe. so maybe houses might be built with raised nest platforms, or even small ceiling lofts overlooking a larger room (i couldn’t find an exact picture of what i’m thinking but this is close:)

[astorytotellyourfriends]

Eddie installs the Ring doorbell when Chrissy asks him to.

Well, he says he will when Chrissy asks him. She brings it home one day and waxes poetic about how it'll make her feel safer on the nights he has to work late and she's all alone at home. He kind of thinks it's a waste of money but if it makes Chrissy feel better, then he'll agree to it.

It still takes a little over a week for Eddie to actually install it, and if not for Chrissy reminding him to turn off the breaker for that part of the house, he probably would've gotten electrocuted.

He downright refuses to download the app to his phone, saying it's overkill to have it on both of their phones especially when Chrissy's the one who wanted it in the first place. He's rarely home without her, so what good would it be?

Not to mention Eddie threatens to smash his phone several times a week when Robin starts quadruple texting their group chat, so random notifications from their doorbell would probably result in Eddie having to shell out cash for another brand new phone.

It's a little weird to see himself on the grainy video when Chrissy makes him test it out. She scolds him for giving the camera the finger, but she still gives him a kiss in thanks for doing the thing.

(One kiss is never enough, but that's a whole other story.)

He doesn't really think much of the camera after it's installed. It's not like he rings the doorbell when he comes home, so he doesn't even think about the fact that it's motion activated.

Chrissy also doesn't remind him of that until one morning where he wakes up to Chrissy giggling to herself. She hides her phone screen when he rolls over, sleepy and sort of hungover from his night out with Billy. He tries to pry her phone out of her hand so he can toss it aside and cuddle up with her for another couple hours of sleep, but she refuses to give it up.

"What's so funny?" he asks in a low rumble as he makes himself comfortable curled into her side, his cheek on her shoulder.

"You," she says as she finally shows him her screen.

The timestamp reads just before two in the morning, and the video starts with Eddie trudging up the stairs to their front door. He's a little wobbly but he doesn't trip, though he does lean heavily against the door once he reaches it.

Eddie has zero memory of this. It's sort of like having an out-of-body experience, watching his past self huff and grumble as he pats himself down in search of his keys.

But what Chrissy was giggling about was the fact that the Eddie on video is talking about her the whole time.

"...bet you're all cozy and cute in our bed, lookin' like a goddamn doll while you dream. Soft and pretty and perfect just like the first day I met-- godDAMMIT where are my fuckin' keys Jesus Christ I just fuckin' had them I swear to god-- YES finally okay Chrissy baby I'm coming for youuu!"

Chrissy bursts into giggles again as Eddie groans into her shoulder. He tries to grab her phone but she squeals as she keeps it out of his reach, shrieking his name when he abandons the endeavor and opts for tickling her instead.

He finally relents when she tosses her phone onto the nightstand and grabs both of his hands, twisting around to press Eddie onto his back and pin his arms down against the bed.

"You love me," she teases as she pecks a kiss to the tip of his nose and then his lips. Eddie hums against her mouth and makes a face when she pulls away.

"Can't prove it," he teases right back.

"Yuh-huh. I've got it on video."

"That was clearly doctored. Won't hold up in court."

"No?" Eddie shakes his head and Chrissy hums. "Good thing I've got plenty more evidence, your honor."

Eddie grins. "Is that right?"

"Mhmm."

"What kinda evidence?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"Pretty sure that's a violation of--"

Chrissy rolls her eyes and covers Eddie's mouth with her own again, kissing him harder this time. When she pulls back, Eddie's completely forgotten his argument. She releases her hold on his arms and he takes her face in his hands, chuckling softly when he hears her breath catch.

"I love you," he murmurs, watching as Chrissy's mouth breaks into a wide smile.

"I knew it."

[kaizokuniichan]

Something Light for Law’s Birthday

Summary: I don’t know what this is. I don’t know why this is. This isn’t compliant with Attention but it could be? Don’t question any canon-compliance either, it makes absolutely no sense but it’s fun (to me)

You and Zoro force Law to come join you to celebrate his birthday.

Pairing: none really…it might be a lil something if you squint. GN!Reader.

Word Count: 950+

Warnings: alcohol consumption.

(Divider by @/cafekitsune)

“Come on man, you gotta loosen up.”

Law’s eyes were downcast, scowl deepening as he crossed his arms.

“I’m loose enough Zoro-ya.”

“Come on Law. One puff of a badly-concealed joint every six months is not what I would call “loosening up,” you nudged, knocking your hip into his. Eyes bulged as the preparation of a denial sat on the tip of his tongue.

“Law it’s your birthday, please just have a drink with us.”

Your feigned puppy dog eyes were your most abused weapon in your arsenal, and yet their impact was just as effective every time.

Zoro snorted as Law’s body went limp, allowing you to drag him towards the thunderous din of the pub.

“Stop trying to fight it Torao, you know it’s inevitable. Just let it happen.”

Placing his hands on stiff shoulders, you and Zoro worked in tandem to push and pull the grumbling man through the saloon-like doors.

The pub was loud, filled to the brim with a jubilant energy that wove it’s way throughout the staggering bodies. Everything in Law’s being wanted to reject the place, but he’d unfortunately fallen victim to the loathsome combination of your emotional blackmail and Zoro’s aggressive strong-arming.

Finding a place to settle was far too easy when you had two notorious pirates, toting bounties well into the hundred millions, at your side. Various grizzled patrons scattered like pests escaping fluorescents, and within seconds a worn-down booth tucked away in a darkened corner appeared—slightly obscured and just cozy enough for the three of you to squeeze into.

As you and Law sunk into the ripped cushions, Zoro tugged on the collar of a passing bar man, swiping the four tankards of ale sloshing about on the tray. Taking a seat on the other side of Law, he passed you each a pint, keeping the remaining two for himself.

“Zoro, stop being stingy and give me half of that extra one.”

“I’m the one that got these for us, you want another one, go get it yourself.”

“All you did was make that poor guy’s job harder by stealing someone else’s. What you should’ve done was get us some shots, we’re supposed to be celebrating his birthday. Do it properly.”

“Oi!”

You and Zoro—having leaned over Law’s body to fuss at each other—switched your attention back to the guest of honor, whose temples throbbed with irritation.

“You two have stolen me away from my crew and dragged me to this dump to celebrate my shitty birthday. Shut up and cheers my drink so we can leave.”

Your eyes ping-ponged between Zoro and Law’s, taking hold of your tankard and raising it in front of you.

“Alright Captain grump, come lend me your ear.”

Mildly perplexed and begrudgingly amused, he followed your lead. Zoro snickered beside him, stealing a few gulps of his ale.

“Trafalgar Law, you are one of the most irritable, emotionally-constipated, uptight men I’ve ever met.”

He sighed. “Is this really what you dragged me out here for?”

“But-“ you continued, “you are also one of the most thoughtful, insightful, and kindest people I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. Not to mention, you’re a total smoke show.”

“And ‘with cool tattoos’” Zoro mocked, slapping Law on the back as the other man choked on his drink.

“And with cool tattoos. Law, you’re a better person than you give yourself credit for, and I hope you know how much you mean to people. You deserve to be celebrated, okay?”

“Hm.”

Catching Zoro’s eye again, you leaned in close to rest you chin on his shoulder. Zoro mirrored you on his other side.

“I said,” you hissed through gritted teeth,” you deserve to be celebrated. Say it back.”

“Say it back Law,” Zoro parroted.

If he really wanted to, he could warp himself away from your clutches and back onto the pier where his sub was docked, sinking back into the ocean’s depths. He could easily make an escape despite the weight of your threatening eyes and Zoro’s grip holding him in place. He really, really could.

“I…deserve to be celebrated,” he muttered with a resigned sigh. You blinked, a satisfied smile painting your lips.

“I can’t believe you got him to actually say it,” Zoro guffawed as he wrapped an arm around his neck. Law balked as he was jostled, drink splashing onto his jeans.

“I know, I didn’t think I’d have this much influence over him. I’m glad you’ve began your self-love journey Law.”

He slapped your hand away before you could pinch his cheek, shaking his mug in his other hand.

“Alright, I listened to your senseless babble. Fucking cheers me now.

With a chirping laugh you each took your mugs, raising them into the air.

“Happy Birthday Law!” you hooted, clinking his mug and taking a sip.

“Happy Birthday Torao,” Zoro grunted, tapping his mug and downing the rest.

Law sat still with his arm outstretched, a small smile etching his face. Without another word he chugged his nearly full mug, reaching for the second stolen tankard on Zoro’s side and draining that too. You sat with your mouth agape, eyes fixed on the space where the two empty mugs should have been, now replaced with a tray of short glasses filled with an amber liquid.

“Close your mouths and come grab a shot. We’re supposed to be celebrating me, aren’t we?”

Further invading his space, you and Zoro reached over and took a glass.

“I hope you don’t think that just because it’s your birthday you can hang with the big boys. You better pace yourself, we got a long night ahead of us!”

[joelalorian]

Fic Writer Self Rec - my fave stories

Thanks for the tag @evolnoomym!

I don't have a ton to choose from as a relative newcomer to this chaotic fandom, but here are my top faves:

Lost Cause: Jackson!Joel x f!reader. Joel thinks you shouldn’t waste your time on him. You disagree. Inspired by the song Save Me by Jelly Roll. I couldn't get this one out of my head for a long time and was the first Joel piece I wrote, but took months to post it. Angsty smut with a hopeful ending.

Tides of Desire: YachtCaptain!Joel x f!reader. Complete series. My first fic I posted here - it's basically Below Deck with the crew made up of TLOU characters. Fluffersmutter with a bit of angst. Ton of fun to write.

Fall Into Me: dbf!Joel x f!reader. Soooo close to being a completed series (just the epilogue left). Total love story with smut and a touch of angst.

Fevered Flame: Marcus Pike x f!reader. My first Marcus fic, written for a fic challenge. Totally whacky art theft plot just to get to the bit of temperature play lol.

Blown Away: Dave York x f!reader. Challenge fic based on the prompt blowing kisses. How were you to know that Dave York blowing you a kiss in a quaint coffee shop one morning would change your life? Just followed it up with another challenge fic Whisked Away.

And just because I love this one so much and learned a shit ton about flowers in the process of writing it, honorable mention goes to:

Petals of Affection: A cozy, floral mystery in three parts featuring Jackson!Joel x f!reader. Had a lot of fun coming up with the clues and riddles on this one.

NPTs to anyone who hasn't done this yet...

[yenalogyy]

Kim Minji | Birthday

A/N: in honor of celebrating my birthday

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Y/N had just returned to his cozy apartment after a lively birthday celebration at a restaurant with a bunch of his closest coworkers. As he plopped down on the couch, exhaustion washed over him, and he found himself fixated on the clock.

It taunted him, showing only half an hour left before his special day would officially end. Despite the laughter and joy at the restaurant, there was one thing that was missing, which is celebrating with his girlfriend, Kim Minji. She had gone silent since the day before, not a single text replied.

He couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, worrying that something terrible might have happened to her. Just then, the doorbell rang out like a surprise in a suspenseful movie.

Who on earth could it be at this hour? he wondered.

Peering through the peephole, his confusion grew more as he saw a familiar face on the other side. He swung the door open before she greeted him.

"Happy birthday!" she cheered, thrusting a beautifully wrapped box toward him. He blinked momentarily, but before he could speak, she added with a grin,

“Happy birthday? I’m not late, am I?" She checked her phone, discovering there were still a few minutes left of his special day.

"Aren't you freezing out there? Get inside.” he urged,

"I'm so sorry I'm late, Y/N," she began, stepping inside. "My junior messed up her financial report big time, and I had to swoop in and rescue her. I really wanted to let you know, but it was just one crisis after another."

Her words faded as he pulled her into a warm hug, his voice gentle as he responded, "It's alright, Minji. You've had a tough couple of days, haven't you? I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you."

"You don't have to apologize," she said softly. "I should be the one apologizing for not keeping a better eye on my subordinates."

"No apologies necessary," he insisted. "Let's put it all behind us and celebrate together, okay? What about the others?"

"They said they'll come over first thing in the morning. Tomorrow's a day off, after all," she explained with a warm smile.

"Did you manage to celebrate today with someone else?" she asked.

"I did! I went to that restaurant I mentioned to you the other day with my coworkers, and the food was great! Why don’t we have our dinner there next week? I'll make a reservation tomorrow."

"Sounds like a plan," she replied. She proceeded to the kitchen and placed the cake on a plate before continuing. "And thanks for not being upset with me. I was genuinely worried you might be annoyed that I disappeared."

"Annoyed? I was more worried something had happened to you," he confessed. She chuckled at his response.

"I see. Well, something did happen, but the good news is it wasn't anything serious." She playfully placed a small amount of cream on his nose, giggling cheerfully.

"You’re going to regret that, Kim Minji." He retaliated by scooping up a generous amount of cream from the cake, and she sprinted for her life, determined to avoid having cream smeared all over her face.

[requinoesis]

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Here are the five winners of Huion's halloween art contest! I really wanted to thank Huion for this interesting opportunity, it would be the first art contest I organize in my life, I hope I did everything correctly.

It was very difficult to choose just 5 winners among the more than 70 participants with a lot of amazing art! Thank you so much to everyone who participated, I hope you had fun!✨

🏆✨The Winners✨

⭐First Place - Maru.nascimento

- I sure love the little dollhouse feeling this art evokes in me! I loved playing with stuff like that when I was a kid and I still love it so much today. I like how all the art conveys the idea of a party between friends on a cozy Halloween night, lit by maybe a television broadcasting some popular spooky movie! I also love everything about the colors!

⭐Second Place - Levi.animarts

- You created amazing characters in all fifteen of this year's Sharktober themes and brought them ALL to Requino's little house! This is for sure the best Halloween shark party little Requino could have! I love your art style and hope to one day be in the art direction of an amazing indie game!

⭐Third Place - Akaizerarts

- You came alone to brighten up Requino's party, but you were apparently the only one who opened the door to his house, that's very polite! This detail caught my attention and I loved the diving suit! You were very creative!

⭐Fourth Place - Snakeheadfrita

- This is so adorable! I was really looking forward to having a participant do something handmade and you impressed me with the amazing details and colors of your needlefelt creation! And I recognize how much work needlefelting can be, you are very talented!

⭐Fifth Place - @its-a-beautful-day

- This was the first craft work that appeared to me and I consider it very special, I really love the rustic feeling it conveys, like a halloween decoration made with a lot of passion and dedication, you have an incredible talent with your hands! I fell in love with the chubby clown fish!

I thought of making honorable mentions for another five works that caught my attention!

❤️First Mention - Chrysapixie

- Blue, purple and pink are colors that I have a deep passion for, so your artwork sure fascinated me, you have a great talent with colors! I also loved the design of your OC!

❤️Second Mention - Pipkinbee

- You were the only one who used 3D art and you did it with great talent! I was inspired by your render and was admiring the details for hours! You reproduced Requino's little house with great mastery!

❤️Third Mention - Sev.the.cat

- I love the pop art feeling your artwork conveys to me! Its colors are very beautiful and its design is very elegant! Your art conjured up the idea of a beautiful party invitation card!

❤️Fourth Mention - Ruri_chiki

- I can't explain it, but I fell in love with your OC's friendly interaction with Requino! So simple and so kind! Your art has given me so much joy!

❤️Fifth Mention - @idessa

- This art was someone from Tumblr known as @Idessa, I love the children's book art feeling their art evokes and I love the little sea slug design!

One additional mention I wanted to make, especially on tumblr, is from the amazing music video by @ravenmoodle​ ❤️🎶 https://youtu.be/141BktDFkmE That's it, I really was full of doubts about which ones I would choose, but it all came from my heart, I hope you all had fun and that the tablets benefit your artistic talents!🎨✨

Thanks a lot for all!✨

[mads-nixon]

Epiphany Pt. 13: Forever Winter

Lewis Nixon x Reader

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Song Inspo: Forever Winter by Taylor Swift

A/N: this chapter was painful to write, and we're not even to the painful part yet...this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: With General Patton's forces breaking through the line in late December, Easy finally gets the supplies and gear it needs. Doc is able to take (y/n) to the aid station where she gets less-than-favorable news.

Warnings: mentions of injuries

DECEMBER 29TH, 1944: BOIS JACQUES, BELGIUM: 

On December 26th, Patton’s forces finally broke through the German lines, allowing crucial supplies to be delivered to the front. Easy received much-needed winter clothing–coats, scarves, winter caps–and essential supplies like ammunition, food, and medical provisions. Nix had to all but force (y/n) to go with Eugene to get her wrist proper medical attention. Doctors at the new aid station examined it and determined that she did indeed have a small break in her right wrist. They soon put a hard cast on it that went from her knuckles to her forearm and admitted her to the field hospital. 

After one night of being in the hospital, regardless of its warmth and cozy beds, her heart ached to be back with Easy. The men were her family, and being away from them in the lonely hospital, surrounded by agony and pain, made her want nothing more than to be with them again. 

(Y/n) quickly gathered her things and discreetly walked through the halls, pulling her coat securely over her cast to hide it from any hospital staff. She made her way to the front of the building and exited into the cold air. After being in the warmth of the hospital for a little while, the icy wind sent a shiver down her spine. 

“Back to reality,” she whispered to herself, attempting to pull a glove over her casted hand. Unable to stretch the glove over the cast, she groaned and put on her left one. As she was fishing through her pockets for a pair of her extra socks, a voice called out to her.

“Need a ride?” a man asked, sitting behind the wheel of a nearby jeep.

(Y/n) paused her movements and walked over to him, the freshly fallen snow crunching under her boots. “Yeah. Can you take me to the 506th?”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded, cranking up the jeep with a rumble. “Hop in.”

Quirking a smile, she got in quickly, checking behind her for doctors or nurses. “Thank you so much. I don’t think I could last another second in there.”

The man chuckled as he pressed on the gas, propelling them down the road. “Going AWOL?” 

“How’d you guess?” (y/n) replied, her eyebrow raised.

“Well, you do have a cast on your hand…”

“True, true,” she smirked, looking down at her hand. Suddenly, she remembered what she was doing when he had called out to her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out an extra pair of socks, sliding both onto her right hand in a makeshift glove.

(Y/n) sighed, wiggling her fingers. “God bless Skip Muck.”

He glanced over at her questioningly. “What’s that?”

“Oh,” she chuckled, sitting up in the seat. “It’s just something my friend says. ‘Feet, hands, neck, balls. Extra socks warms them all.’”

The laughter that bubbled from his lips was contagious, and (y/n) found herself wheezing as she joined in. “Your friend sure seems like a hoot…” the man grinned, dragging out his last word as if prompting for her name. 

“(Y/l/n). Corporal (y/n) (y/l/n),” she replied, a proud smile gracing her lips.

“Well, (y/l/n). Nice to meet ya. I’m PFC Jerry Barnes. It’s an honor to meet an Athena in person. I’ve only heard about y’all through the grapevine.”

“The honor’s mine. Otherwise, I’d be stuck in that dreadful hospital.”

They continued conversing for a little while until they came rumbling down to a stop amongst the trees of the Ardennes near Easy. 

“Here we are, ma’am,” Jerry remarked, nodding at her as he readjusted his helmet. “It was nice to meet you.”

(Y/n) got out of the jeep and pulled her M-1 back over her shoulder. “Likewise, Jerry. Thanks again!” she called, walking toward the line.

After a few minutes of hiking through the heavy snow, she found Captain Winters outside his foxhole talking to Lip, whose brow was creased as he spoke.

“I don’t know, sir. We haven’t seen him.”

Dick sighed, rubbing his cheek as he turned, hearing her approaching footsteps. “(Y/n), how’s the arm?” he asked, dismissing Lipton with a nod.

“Fine, sir,” she replied with a plastered smile, tugging at her right sleeve which had ridden up slightly.

His eyes caught the movement and he tilted his head, the corner of his lips downturned as his blue eyes stared at her in a disapproving glare. “(Y/n). What did the doctors say?”

“I’m alright,” she sighed, pulling off her sock glove and revealing the cast. “I want to go back with the guys, sir.”

Winters’ eyes widened at the bright white cast, and he shook his head. “(Y/n), go back to the aid station.”

“Sir, if I stay there the whole time I’ve got the cast, it’ll be a month, and a lot can happen in a month. I really would like to be here.”

His piercing eyes bore into hers for a few moments before a small smirk grew on his face.  “Go on,” he nodded, pointing to the cast. “But don’t let Nix come after me when he sees that.”

(Y/n) let out a breath and pulled the sock back on her hand. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“I don’t know where he is,” Dick started, burying his face into his scarf, “but I’ll let him know you’re back.” 

Grinning, she started to make her way to the boys, following the sound of their laughter that echoed through the woods. (Y/n) managed to make it to the outskirts of Easy’s foxholes when a familiar voice spoke behind her.

”Why aren’t you at the aid station?”

(Y/n) froze, her steps coming to a halt at the voice. She let out a small huff of air and turned around to see Lew. His face was void of emotion, but his glare was simmering with frustration.

“Because I didn’t need to be there,” she stated plainly, attempting to stay calm under his scrutinizing gaze. She’d never seen Lew angry before. Not like this.

He slowly took a few steps toward her, trying to conceal his emotions as he reached out for her wrist. “Show me your arm.”

Looking away, she ripped off the sock and held up her right arm. He took it gently, inspecting the cast. “I’m fine, Lew. Really.”

Nix scoffed under his breath, eyes unmoving from her wrist. “If you were fine, you wouldn’t ha-”

“What do you want me to do?” she cried, eyes narrowing as she ripped her arm from his grasp. “Stay there for a month until I get this off?”

Lew watched her for a moment, his teeth clenched. “(Y/n/n), I’m not saying that you have to stay there for a month, but-”

“But what? But what, Lewis? If anyone else goes AWOL, good for them, right? So why is it such a bad thing that I did, huh? Tell me that.”

His eyes hardened, hurt flashing through them momentarily. “This isn’t about anyone else. It’s about you. It’s about you being reckless. Do you even understand how dangerous this is?”

“Reckless? How am I being reckless?” she defended, her voice firm as she threw her hands up.

“You can’t just brush off a fractured wrist and go back to the line, (y/n),” Nix’s voice rose, betraying his anxiety. “You’re in a cast for crying out loud. You can’t hold a weapon correctly, you can’t carry heavy gear, and even simple tasks will be a struggle. You need to be realistic about this.”

“Lew, you just don’t get it!” (Y/n) exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration.

His expression turned stern as he looked at her. “No, you don’t get it. You’re injured, and being out here, you’re putting yourself and everyone at risk.”

“I can’t just sit around in some aid station while the people I care about are out here,” she retorted, her tone defiant.

“Of course, you can’t,” he acknowledged. “But you can’t be out here with a broken wrist either. You’ll make it worse, and then you’ll really be useless.”

The word ‘useless’ hit her like a punch to the gut. Anger and hurt surged through her veins, and her face flushed red. “Useless? Is that what you think of me?”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not what I meant-,” he tried to backtrack after realizing the harsh words that had left his mouth.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Nixon!” she snapped, cutting him off. “If I’m that much of a burden, maybe I should just leave you be, then.”

Lew grabbed her arm, trying to make her understand. “That’s not what I think at all. You’re not a burden to anyone, especially not me. We need you here…I need you.”

(Y/n) shook her arm free, tears of frustration stinging her eyes. “You just said I’m useless. What am I supposed to believe?”

Nix sighed, his frustration mirroring hers. “I messed up and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. You’re not useless, but you’re hurt, and you need to be careful.”

“But you did say it, Lew. You said it,” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And I need to be careful? Careful so I don’t get in the way?”

“No, careful so you don’t hurt yourself more,” he said desperately, trying to choose his words more carefully. 

Her anger blazed into a wildfire as she sneered at him. “Right, because I’m so fragile.”

“That’s not what I meant. Please, (y/n), listen,” he pleaded.

She shook her head, the hurt and anger bubbling up her throat. “I can’t do this right now. I need some space.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned and stormed off, her heart pounding with a mix of emotions. She needed to be alone to process the argument and figure out how to get rid of the frustration and hurt that threatened to consume her. Lew watched her go, regret and worry gnawing at him, knowing he had let his worry for her safety come out in the wrong way.

(Y/n) furiously wiped away the stray tears that fell down her cheeks as she finally arrived at her foxhole. Skip, Luz, and Penkala stared up at her, worry evident in their gazes. 

“Please tell me you didn’t hear all that,” she whispered, her voice weak.

George nervously glanced at Skip, who was shaking his head. “Hear what?”

“Thank you,” she murmured as she settled down beside Skip, knowing they probably heard every word of the argument. “I missed you guys.”

“We missed you, too,” Skip smiled, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “Now what did the docs say?”

She held up her arm, pulling the sleeve back slowly. “Fractured.”

“Oh (y/n),” George winced, his face screwing up into a grimace. “How long do you have to wear it?”

“Supposedly four to six weeks,” the (y/h/c) replied, ”but we’ll see how long that lasts.”

“Did you go AWOL?” Skip asked from beside her. 

Alex rolled his eyes and smacked Muck’s hole-ridden helmet. “Of course she did, idiot. They wouldn’t let anyone back out here with a cast.”

“You’re dumber than I thought, Skip,” George laughed, taking a drag of his cigarette. 

JANUARY 3RD, 1945: BOIS JACQUES, BELGIUM

“I’m telling you, boys,” Bill Guarnere grumbled, his breath forming clouds in the frigid air. “We’re screwed.”

(Y/n) nodded her head at the statement, wrapping her coat even closer to her body as she sat in her foxhole beside Malarkey, Skip, Penkala, and Bill. The bitter chill of the January day seemed to penetrate every layer of clothing, and the memories that usually warmed her did nothing but chill her further. She hadn’t spoken to Lew since their argument, and she didn’t plan to. There was still so much to sort through in her mind.

Penkala scoffed. “If you ask me, I’m glad Lieutenant Dike’s never around.”

“Hey, you know what?” Malarkey chimed in, tucking his hands under his armpits. “We’re doing alright, even with Foxhole Norman.”

The group eyed him skeptically, and Bill was the first to voice the concern that hung in the air. “Yeah, Don, we’re doing alright. We’re doing alright now. In case you ain’t noticed, there’s a little town down the hill over there. And in that town are these guys called Germans. And these Germans got tanks,” he gritted, shivering as he sat on the edge of the hole. 

Don sighed, his gaze drifting to the frozen ground. “I know.”

“Yeah,” Guarnere continued. “And our side’s gonna wanna go into that town. You wanna take one guess who they’re gonna want to go knocking on the damn doors?”

“I know, Bill. It’s me you’re talking to here,” An irritated Don replied. 

He didn’t stop his tirade, much to Penkala’s amusement. He looked over at (y/n), expecting at least a smirk on her lips, but all he saw was a numb expression. The same one she’d had since she got back from the aid station. “Gosh, we’ve gotta do all this with a CO who’s got his head so far up his frickin’ ass that lump in his throat is his damn nose.”

Every word Bill said was true, and (y/n) found herself wishing they could have anyone else as their CO. When they’d arrived at their new position, Dike saw her without her helmet and about had a heart attack.

“You’re a woman,” he said, staring at her with wide eyes.

(Y/n) looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Yes, sir.”

“This is no place for a woman, doll.”

 “Were you not informed of the Athena program, sir?” she asked, her dislike for him growing by the second.

“Oh, um…yes. Carry on, ma’am.”

“It’s corporal, sir,” she corrected. “Corporal (y/l/n).”

His gaze shifted to something in the distance, and he began walking past her, shouldering his rifle with a yawn. “Ah, yes. Carry on, ma’am.”

The woman stared daggers at his back as he walked off, not to be seen for hours. No one knew where he went when he disappeared. He’d sometimes say he was needed at regiment HQ, but most of the time, he just wandered off.

“You know,” (y/n) began, looking over at Skip beside her. “He refuses to call me by my rank like everyone else. It’s always doll, sweetheart, or some other crap like that. I can’t stand it.”

“The dude’s a class-A idiot if you ask me. Good ole foxhole Norman,” Muck mused, the corner of his quivering lips quirking into a smirk. “He’s almost as bad as Sobel.”

“At least Sobel addressed me by my rank.”

“Hey 1st Sergeant,” Skip called over her shoulder where Lipton was approaching the group. 

Lip smiled, sitting next to Guarnere. “Hey, boys, and gal,” he replied. “Hey, Muck. What’s the word?”

“Oh, you know. Sitting around freezing our asses off,” he paused, smirking at (y/n). “Singing Dike’s praises.”

“Well, I’ll tell you. I wouldn’t wanna be a replacement officer coming in here, getting thrown in with a group of guys who’ve known each other for what? Two years?”

The group watched, soaking in his words. 

“That have been in combat together since Normandy. You’re supposed to just show up and lead them? How’s a guy do that? How could anyone really hope to gain the respect of the toughest, most professional, most dedicated sons-of-bitches in the entire ETO? Huh?”

‘Treat them with some respect,’ (y/n) thought to herself. Lip did make some sense, though, even if Dike himself was incompetent.

“So if you ask me, a guy’d have to march off to Berlin and come back with Hitler’s mustache or something.”

Bill was the first to laugh, his chuckle floating into the air, followed by the rest of the group. (Y/n) could picture it…Dike holding Hitler’s mustache, and it became the funniest thing she’d thought about in days, besides the Hinkle situation, of course. That was a classic that would never be topped. 

Carwood looked at her laughing face, a serious expression painting his own. “Anyway, listen. You guys don’t worry about Dike, alright?”

“Yeah,” they all murmured collectively, and (y/n) nodded, her laughter coming to an end.

“We all do our jobs, everything’ll be fine,” the sergeant finished, patting Bill’s leg before getting up and walking away.

“See ya, Sarge!” Muck called.

“Yeah, boy.”

As Lip walked away, they all pondered his words. Maybe they were holding Dike to an unreasonably high standard. Maybe they needed to lay off the man.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll ever respect Dike,” (y/n) began, staring up at the snow falling in the foxhole. “He’s going to get us killed.”

The group nodded in agreement, each becoming caught in their thoughts. In battle, there is no time to get lost in your mind: one’s sole objective is to survive. In a foxhole, however, there is little else you can do. The hours tick by as you stare ahead of you at the unchanging scenery, back and legs aching at your cramped position. In the silence, your inner monsters start to taunt you, poking and prodding at your mind like it's an animal in a cage, unable to defend itself from the constant attacks. 

Dick and Lew were bundled up under the cover of their makeshift foxhole, eating Joe Dominguez’s lukewarm, watery beans, each shivering as the Bastogne wind blew through them. The men were silent as they ate, their minds providing enough noise. They’d discussed their problem and lack of a solution with Lieutenant Dike, but Dick was itching to ask Lew a question that had been floating in his head for a few days. 

“Lew, what happened with (y/n)?” he asked quietly, watching his friend’s face fall.

Nix shook his head and put down his tin of beans. “I screwed up, Dick…big time. We got into an argument about her going AWOL with the cast. I was frustrated and worried, and I told her that she was useless.”

“Nix,” Dick groaned and sighed heavily, running a hand down his face. “How’d she react? Not good I’m guessing.”

“Yeah. She got so upset, Dick,” Lew whispered. “I could see how much it hurt her, and I tried to take it back, but it was too late.”

Winter’s looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. “Did you apologize?”

“Of course I did. But it didn’t change what I said. The damage had been done at that point.”

“Just give her time, Lew,” Dick murmured, laying a hand on the man’s shoulder. “She’s hurting right now. All you can do is let her know that you’re there for her, even if she doesn’t want to acknowledge it.”

“I’ve tried talking to her, but she just ignores me.”

“She’ll come around. I know it,” Winters nodded.

Staring at the XO with a smirk, Lew chuckled under his breath. “You know, for someone without any real experience in relationships, you give great advice, Dick.”

“What can I say? I’m a natural,” he grinned, shrugging his shoulders.

JANUARY 10th, 1945: BOIS JACQUES, BELGIUM: 

As the days ticked by, more and more of Easy Company were being sent off the line. Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye had both been hit in an artillery barrage a few days prior, and Buck was sent to the hospital with a bad case of ‘trench foot’…but everyone knew seeing Bill and Joe in their state had broken him.

Things between Lew and (y/n) were frosty as ever, even though he’d checked on her after hearing about Bill and Joe. She’d brushed him off with a simple, “I’m fine,” and that was the end of their conversation. His words had cut her deeply, and she just wasn’t ready to forgive him yet, even if he’d not meant it. In the week and a half since she’d returned from the aid station, she wished that she’d stayed there in the warmth of the hospital. 

(Y/n) cursed under her breath as the cast on her wrist felt like a vice, suffocating the limb. The unforgiving cold of the Ardennes and the wafting snow made the hard plaster even more uncomfortable. She couldn’t ignore the constant itch and the way it chafed against her skin.

With every movement, she was reminded of its presence. The worst part was the itch–a relentless, maddening itch that seemed to start deep within the cast. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach it. She tried to distract herself, focus on her duties, and push through the discomfort, but the itch persistently clawed at her sanity.

The constant snowfall only added to her torment. No matter how hard she tried to keep it dry, the wetness seeped into the cast, making it heavier and more awkward to move around. The moisture seemed to seep through her very bones, and the cast became a frigid, icy prison around her wrist.

0200 HOURS

The itch had invaded her dreams, tormenting her even in sleep. (Y/n) awoke with a start, her heart racing and wrist throbbing. The relentless itch had woken her from her restless slumber once again, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

In a desperate frenzy, she reached for anything within her reach and found a small stick lying nearby. With trembling hands, she carefully maneuvered the stick into her cast, trying to scratch the insufferable itch that seemed to have a life of its own. Each attempt brought a brief break, but it was never enough.

Feeling the stick hit her skin provided a fraction of relief, but it was short-lived. Her attempts to scratch the unreachable itch only seemed to intensify the desire to pry the cast off her arm. (Y/n) was willing to do anything to be free of this torment.

Frustration boiled within her as she tugged at the edges of the cast, desperate to find a way to escape its confining hold. Tears of pain and anger welled in her eyes as she pulled  at the cast with all her might.

“(Y/n)?” Skip asked sleepily, eyes fluttering open at her pained grunts and winces. “What’re you doing?”

“I can’t take it anymore, Skip,” she choked out. “This cast…it’s driving me insane.”

He seemed to fully wake up at the sight of her frantic eyes. “Hey, hey, hey. You’re alright,” he urged, pulling her left hand from the cast. “I know it’s tough, but you can’t take it off yourself. You could hurt yourself more.”

“But I need relief,” she pleases, tears leaking down her face. “I can’t stand it.

He knew this was long overdue with what happened with Captain Nixon. 

That day, as they conversed in the foxhole, the sound of a woman shouting floated through the air. All three of their heads snapped toward the sound, recognizing (y/n)’s voice. Silence filled the foxhole as they listened intently. Hearing his friend’s pained voice, George stood to his feet, prepared to find out what was going on, but he stopped at the appearance of another voice. 

“You’ll make it worse, and then you’ll really be useless.”

The boy’s mouths dropped at the statement, each of them coming to the realization that the voice belonged to Captain Nixon. A few moments passed as they looked at each other in disbelief. Although they couldn’t see the pair, they could only imagine what was going down in the distance.

“Useless? Is that what you think of me?”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not what I meant-,” 

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Nixon! If I’m that much of a burden, maybe I should just leave you be, then.”

“I messed up and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. You’re not useless, but you’re hurt, and you need to be careful.”

“But you did say it, Lew. You said it. And I need to be careful? Careful so I don’t get in the way?”

“No, careful so you don’t hurt yourself more.” 

“Right, because I’m so fragile.”

“That’s not what I meant. Please, (y/n), listen.”

“I can’t do this right now. I need some space.”

A few moments later, George saw her appear in the distance, and he ducked back down into the foxhole. His eyes flicked between Skip and Alex who shared the same pain in their chest at the sight of (y/n) wiping tears from her face with her gloved hand.

“We didn’t hear anything,” Skip whispered, pointing his sock-covered hand at his friends. “Nothing.

As Skip looked down at the woman before him, his mind drifted back to his little sister, Ruth, and the many times he’d held her close as she cried. He loved her to pieces, and (y/n) reminded him of her more than he’d like to admit. Remembering what had worked with Ruth, he carefully wiped away her tears and pulled her to his side, allowing her to bury her face into his chest as he stroked her hair soothingly.

“I know, (y/n),” he murmured. “We’ll get you some help, I promise. But for now, you need to keep the cast on. Trust me.”

Reluctantly, she nodded against his chest, allowing his comforting presence to bring a sliver of calm to her anxiety-ridden mind. 

“Have I ever told you about my little sister, Ruth?” he whispered, looking at the stars above them. 

She shook her head against his chest. “No.”

“Ruth…she’s the light of my life. I love Faye more than I can even explain, but Ruth, she’s my baby sister and she means everything to me.”

(Y/n) listened to the steady thrum of his heart as he continued to talk, his chest rumbling with each word. 

“She’s only three years younger than me, so when we were kids, we basically did everything together. As we got older and I got different part-time jobs, I loved to take her out and spoil her. Our dad left us to travel the country and perform his music, so she didn’t have any man in her life besides me. I always made sure she knew how she was supposed to be treated.”

Her heart swelled, hearing the pure adoration in his voice as he spoke about his beloved sister. The itch seemed to fade slightly, her mind getting caught up in Skip’s story.

“Every dance we went to as teenagers, I would buy her a new dress, and she’d always iron my clothes just the way I liked them,” he paused, peering down at (y/n) with a smirk. “It may be hard to believe looking at me now, but I am usually very put-together.”

“You’re right,” (y/n) chuckled softly, her tears drying on her cheeks. “I can’t picture it.”

Rolling his eyes, Skip smiled at the ground. “I miss her so much. I can’t wait to give her a big hug after all this. I’m half-expecting Faye to ask her to be her maid of honor for the wedding.”

(Y/n) sat up, her eyes widening. “You proposed?”

“Not officially,” he shook his head. “But she knows I plan to the second I step foot in Tonawanda.”

“I better be invited,” she smirked, slouching against his side again, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

Skip squeezed her shoulder with a scoff. “I couldn’t imagine not inviting you, (y/n/n). You’re like my second little sister, even if you’re older than me.”

“And you’re all like brothers to me,” she yawned, eyes fluttering shut. “Love you,” she slurred, sleep finally welcoming her at last as she was held in the brotherly embrace of Skip Muck.

“I love you, too, squirt.”

Skip felt her breathing even out, and he sighed to himself. He’d be lying if her behavior didn’t worry him, but all he could do at the moment was keep her close and wait until morning to sort everything out. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the hard, frozen ground he’d used as a pillow for the past three weeks. For some reason, the cold didn’t seem to bother him as much as he drifted off to sleep. Ruth’s sweet smile and laugh replayed in his mind, and a lonesome tear trickled from his eye, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

A/N: all the things that Skip said about him and his sister are TRUE! their dad left them when they were young to be a traveling country musician, and Skip later got different part-time jobs to help his family any way he could. His favorite thing to do was spoil his little sister. my research didn't find the actual age difference between them, so I made the three-years thing up. Everything else is accurate, down to her ironing his pants just the way he liked. Surprisingly, his parents were German, so he actually spoke fluent German, as well, but kept that quiet during the war. I wish we got to learn more about Skip Muck on the show, so I decided to give a little snapshot of his life, regardless of how hard it was to write it knowing what happened to him. He deserves to be celebrated. He was a hero. All of them were.

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“Fated” - Killian Jones x Princess!Reader

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Pairing: Killian Jones x Princess of Agrabah!Reader

Summary: Years after a short but unforgettable meeting with Captain Killian Jones in Agrabah, you’ve moved on and are now engaged. But when a visit to your sister reunites you with the pirate who once captured your heart, old feelings resurface, challenging your resolve. As your wedding day draws near, you're caught between the life you’ve chosen and the love you thought you had left behind. In a world where duty and desire collide, you must decide if you’ll follow your heart or honor your obligations.

Warnings: Angst, unrequited(ish) love, mentions of an arranged marriage, possible cliffhanger

The sands of Agrabah seemed like a lifetime ago. The memories of warm desert nights and the aroma of exotic spices filled your mind as you looked out over the familiar horizon, lost in thoughts of what once was—and what could never be again. It had been years since you last saw him, and you had tried so hard to leave that chapter behind. You had even convinced yourself that you had succeeded. Until a night weeks ago… Fate has a strange way of dredging up the past when you least expect it.

When Jasmine invited you to visit Storybrooke, you thought it would be a chance to escape the pressures of your upcoming marriage, a way to clear your mind before stepping into your future with Amir, the noble prince to whom you were now engaged. You didn’t expect to find the one man who could unravel all your family’s carefully laid plans with just a glance. It had been a quiet night in the small town, the air thick with the scent of pine and earth—so different from the heady perfumes of Agrabah. You had just stepped out of Granny’s Diner, the warmth of the cozy establishment clinging to your skin, when you heard a voice you thought you’d never hear again.

“Y/n?”

You froze, the world around you falling away. It was impossible. This was Storybrooke, a world far removed from the one you had shared with him. And yet, there he was, standing before you. Captain Killian Jones. The pirate who had stolen more than just little trinkets from Agrabah all those years ago.

“Killian,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. The sight of him sent your heart into a frenzy, memories crashing over you like waves against a rocky shore.

He took a step closer, his eyes scanning your face as if trying to convince himself that you were real. “I never thought I’d see you again,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of wonder and pain.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing to catch up with your emotions. “I didn’t expect to see you either,” you admitted, forcing yourself to maintain your composure. “What are you doing here?”

“I might ask you the same question, love,” he replied, a hint of his old roguish charm creeping into his voice. “But it seems our paths were destined to cross once more.”

Destined. The word lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of all the things left unsaid. But before either of you could say more, another voice cut through the tension—a voice that pulled you sharply back to reality.

“Y/n, there you are.”

You turned to see Prince Amir, your fiancé, approaching with a warm smile. He was every bit the regal, composed prince you had always imagined marrying—kind, honorable, and dedicated to his people. But standing there between him and Killian, the contrast between the two men was stark.

“Amir,” you greeted, your voice faltering slightly as you tried to compose yourself. “This is Killian Jones, an… old friend from Agrabah.”

“An old friend,” Amir repeated, his smile tightening as he shook Killian’s hand. “How fortunate that you should meet again. Though, I do hope this is a brief reunion. We have much to attend to before our return to Agrabah.” The words hung in the air like a death sentence. You knew what Amir was implying, and so did Killian. You could feel the weight of your impending marriage bearing down on you, the choices you had made now seeming more suffocating than ever. You could feel Amir’s gaze on you, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. All you cared about was the man standing before you, the one who had haunted your dreams for years.

“I won’t keep you,” Killian said, though his eyes never left yours. “But perhaps, before you leave, the princess might spare a moment for an old friend?”

Amir looked like he wanted to refuse, but you placed a calming hand on his arm. “It’s alright, Amir. I’ll see you at home in a bit.”

Amir stiffened beside you, but he didn’t object. With a slight nod, he released your arm. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, though his eyes held a warning that this conversation couldn’t last long. As Amir walked away, you turned back to Killian, your heart pounding in your chest. He finally faced you, his expression unreadable.

“Killian,” you began, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice raw. “Just… tell me, are you happy? Is this what you truly want?”

As you stood there, with Killian so close, memories of your time together in Agrabah flooded back. The secret meetings, the whispered conversations, the way he made you feel like the world was full of endless possibilities.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “Everything’s changed. I’ve changed.”

“But have your feelings?” he pressed, stepping closer, his voice low and urgent. “Tell me you don’t feel the same way, and I’ll walk away. But if there’s even a part of you that still cares for me…”

“Killian, I—”

You stopped, the words catching in your throat as the past rushed back to you. You remembered the first time you met Killian in Agrabah.

You were a princess, living a life of luxury and duty, content with your role until he sailed into your world. The moment you met him, something shifted inside you. He was everything you were supposed to avoid—dangerous, unpredictable, a rogue. But you couldn’t help it. You were drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Days turned into nights as you spent more time together, sneaking away from the palace to explore the vibrant streets of Agrabah, talking for hours about your dreams and fears. And somewhere along the way, you fell in love with him. But you never told him. How could you? You were a princess, bound by duty and tradition, while he was a pirate, free to live by his own rules. The love you felt was a secret, something you kept close to your heart even as you knew it could never be.

Then one day, he was gone. No warning, no goodbye. Just… gone. You tried to forget him, to move on, but the memory of him lingered like a shadow that refused to fade.

Now, standing here in Storybrooke with him so close, those old feelings came rushing back. But the reality of your situation was unavoidable. You were engaged. Your life was set on a different path, one you had no choice but to follow.

“Killian, I can’t,” you whispered, your heart breaking as you spoke the words. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

His face fell, the hope in his eyes fading to sorrow. “I lost you once,” he said quietly, “and now it seems fate is determined to keep us apart again.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” you said, your breath hitching. “But those were just dreams, Killian. They could never be real. You reminded me of that when you left”

“It was a mistake.” he pleaded, his eyes searching yours for answers. “Why can’t we make them real, Y/n? What’s stopping you from choosing your own happiness?”

You glanced down at the engagement ring on your finger, the symbol of a life you had agreed to—a life that, until this moment, you had convinced yourself was the right path. But standing here with Killian, all those certainties seemed to crumble.

“My family, my people… they expect me to marry Amir,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s a good man, Killian. He’ll be a good husband and an ally for Agrabah. I owe it to them—to everyone—to fulfill my duty.”

“Duty,” Killian scoffed, his expression hardening. “What about your duty to yourself? What about what you want, Y/n?”

The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you shook your head, helpless against the torrent of emotions that overwhelmed you. “I don’t know what I want anymore,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “All I know is that I can’t abandon my responsibilities. I can’t be selfish, no matter how much it hurts.”

Killian’s gaze softened, and he took your hand in his, his touch gentle despite the turmoil in his eyes. “Loving someone isn’t selfish,” he said quietly. “It’s the most selfless thing you can do. But if you truly believe you’ll be happier with him, then I won’t stand in your way.”

Your heart ached at his words, and for a brief moment, you considered taking his hand and running away from it all—escaping the chains of duty and expectation that bound you. But reality crashed back in, and you knew you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t abandon your family, your kingdom, your people. Not even for him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words tasting like ash on your tongue. “I wish things were different, but this is the life I have to live.”

Killian stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a heavy sigh, he let go of your hand. “Then this is goodbye, Princess,” he said, his voice hollow.

You nodded, though the tears continued to fall. “Goodbye, Killian.”

He turned and walked away, each step taking him further from you, from the life you could have had together. As you watched him disappear into the night, a part of you died, knowing that you would never see him again. You were stuck frozen for a while, watching as Killian walked away until a notification from my phone pulled me out of my thoughts.

‘Why did Amir just walk into the house looking like he’s going to kill someone?’ Jasmine’s text stated, making you smile sadly. As you glanced up briefly towards the direction of where Killian walked before making your way back home. You had barely talked to Amir that night, choosing to let it go as you both spent the night packing and getting ready to return back to Agrabah.

The following day, the weight of your decision pressed down on you like a physical burden. You moved through the preparations for your departure from Storybrooke in a daze, your mind replaying the events of the previous night over and over. You knew you had made the right choice—at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself—but the pain of it lingered, a constant ache in your chest. As you gathered with Jasmine, Aladdin, Amir, and the others for the journey back to Agrabah, you felt the walls closing in around you. The return to your homeland should have been a comfort, a reminder of the duty you had to fulfill. But instead, it felt like a prison sentence.

Killian was there, of course—part of the group accompanying you back. But he kept his distance, his demeanor cool and detached. It was as if he had already accepted your decision and moved on. But you knew better. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clenched at his sides whenever Amir was near. The journey to Agrabah was long and silent, each passing day a reminder of the life you were leaving behind—the life you could have had if only you had been brave enough to choose it. And now, as the sun dipped below the horizon on the night before your wedding, you found yourself standing alone on the balcony of your chambers, staring out at the party happening in the courtyard. Everyone seemed so happy…so excited for the wedding, so why weren’t you feeling the same? You couldn’t bring yourself to join in. Your thoughts were consumed by the man you had left behind, the one who had walked away from you without looking back…twice.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind you until it was too late. “You’re not celebrating.”

You turned, startled to find Killian standing there, his expression unreadable. The sight of him took your breath away, and for a moment, all the emotions you had tried to bury came rushing back.

“No,” you replied quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I needed some air.”

He nodded, his gaze flicking to the horizon. “It’s a beautiful night,” he said, his voice soft. “Perfect for a celebration.”

“Is that why you’re here?” you asked, unable to keep the bitterness from your tone. “To celebrate?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m here to say goodbye,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “For real this time.”

Your heart clenched at his words, and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “I thought we already said our goodbyes,” you whispered.

“Not properly,” he replied, stepping closer. “There’s something I need to tell you before I leave.”

You glanced at him, your pulse quickening. “What is it?”

He hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. Then, with a deep breath, he spoke.

“I love you, Y/n.” he said, his voice low and intense. “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. But I can’t stay here and watch you marry someone else. It’ll kill me.”

The tears you had been holding back all night finally spilled over, and you shook your head, your chest aching with the pain of it all. “Killian, please don’t do this,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. “I’m sorry, I can’t—“

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “Don’t apologize, love. I’m not here to make things harder for you. I just needed you to know how I felt, before I walk away for good.” You took a shaky breath, your mind spinning with a thousand conflicting emotions. You had made your choice, and you knew it was the right one—but hearing Killian’s confession made you question everything.

He smiled softly, though the sadness in his eyes was unmistakable. “Take care of yourself, Princess,” he said, his voice soft and full of longing. “Be happy. You owe it to yourself.” And with that, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the night. You watched him go, your heart breaking all over again. As the door to your chambers closed behind him, the reality of your decision settled over you like a shroud. Tomorrow, you would marry Amir and fulfill the duties expected of you. But tonight, you allowed yourself to grieve for the love you had lost—for the life you could never have.

The sands of Agrabah stretched out before you, endless and unforgiving. And as you stared out into the night, you knew that no matter how much time passed, a part of you would always belong to Killian Jones but this was the price you had to pay. The price of being a princess.

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Author’s Note: This was kind of rushed but I wanted to post something. Let me know what you guys think!

There may also be a second part coming out, if you guys want it?

Thank you for reading!! <3

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[wildmelon]

hey lush how r u? soo i know you’ve spoken b4 abt ur favourite interactive fictions but how would you rank the ones you’ve read 1-5?

i’m a bigbig wayhaven girl but i’m also currently on chp7 of a tale of crowns (which i’m liking so far), and i LOVED project hadea and other wips like chop shop+infamous,, i also have mind blind on my wait list (i started a while back but couldn’t get into it) as well as when twilight strikes…

no pressure to answer i just need to speak on it😓

hiiiiii tysm for asking! been way too long since i geeked out about IF... ooof a top 5 is soooo hard. im gonna leave out wayhaven bc DUH we all love wayhaven but it'd probably take the #2 spot.

a tale of crowns is my all time favorite. i'm completely obsesed with the worldbuilding, the mc, and XELEF AHHHHH (who r u romancing ???)

shepherds of haven is SO dear to me. the world is just so expansive and alive and it's so thorough, it has such RPG vibes. particular blade & chase simp :D

throne of ashes changed my brain chemistry tbh... ruben's route is the only complete one currently but im completely head over heels in love with him. i love how it deals with trauma and healing. & the bonus content from the author's patreon lives in my head rent free.

the exile should be studied bc the impact it's had on me relative to the number of chapters it has so far... love love love the angst, familial drama, and mc backstory. nikke slut <3

the soul stone war is one of the earliest i read and it just makes me feel warm and cozy, i just love the romance and friendships and it'll always be a comfort IF for me.

honorable mentions to mind blind, the bastard of camelot, superstition, & fallen hero <3

i'd love to know your top 5 too!!!! i used to be a lot more tuned in to the WIP scene than i currently am, so i haven't played project hadea or chop shop & it's been a while since i played when twilight strikes but i rly enjoyed it, infamous is obv AMAZING as well. mind blind will likely be published in full soon, give it another try then if u want!! i kinda did it dirty here but it really does live rent-free in my head, my faves are very affected by nostalgia :,)