#can he pls come back from war soon :( i miss him...

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What if totcf with transmigrated!reader that barely says anything about themselves but they know so much about the others, they think it's kinda unfair how easy they are to read to reader (reader has read the novel so they're like a piece of cake to reader) and then one time everyone was drinking, some were drunk, some were dead on the floor or couch, then reader says "I miss my husband..." With such a solemn expression and everyone is shocked because wdym u have a fockin husband????

Rosalyn: *sees reader crying their eyes out* you... You have a husband?

Reader: yes, Rosa sob I miss him, my kids, too!

The gang: Kid? Wait, kids? Plural...? How come we never knew of this????????????

Reader was actually referring to their fictional boyfriend and characters they grew to love that they knew about from Earth, but reader is like, crying like it's the saddest thing as if their spouse went to war

…Seriously? - LoTCF & Reader

a/n: a/n: not me sneaking my lads obsession in here, also I had to choose 1 LI so the gig isn't out of the bag so soon but I don't have a bias there... so i used the usual roulette lol, find out who won as you read the story

tags: earth timeline doesn't make sense. transmigrator reader, love and deepspace mentions, platonic, fluss

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are currently closed but my ask are still open (read pinned)

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[Name] was an enigma to Cale’s group. They know that she’s not from their world. Know that she can predict the future to a certain extent. However, beyond that information, they don’t know much about the transmigrator. 

They barely know anything personal about [Name].

Which is a bit unfair if one thinks about it deeply. [Name] knows everyone like the back of her hand, but they don’t even know if the name she has given her is her real one.

But it doesn’t matter much. Cale’s group is not one to pry information that could possibly be sensitive out of a comrade. They all have their secrets after all, maybe [Name] was uncomfortable talking about her previous life.

Well, that was until Rosalyn saw her crying one day.

It was a normal day, a good one even. For the first time in a while, there’s absolutely nothing to do. Even Rosalyn’s research has been put on hold. And so she decided to find [Name] so they could try to newly opened cafe in town, and have a girl’s day.

“[Name] are you busy–”

The mage stopped in her tracks as she heard the transmigrator sob from the other side of the door. [Name]’s cries were quiet but it caused a loud concern to ring in Rosalyn’s heart.

“Why are you crying? Did something happen?”

Rosalyn opened the door, panic spread through her body as [Name] is known to never cry.

“Ro-rosa..?”

[Name] looked up as the door opened. Her knees touched her chest, her head resting on top of it. Tear stains could be seen on her clothes, it looked like she had been crying for a while now.

“I’m fine, don’t worry nothing happened.”

She reassured Rosalyn as she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. Her voice was wobbly, not helping her case and certainly not making the ex-royal believe her.

Rosalyn took [Name]’s hands on her left hand and wiped the transmigrator’s tears with the handkerchief she bought with her right hand. Concern is etched on her face as she gives [Name]’s hands comforting strokes.

“Tell this unnie what’s wrong.”

Both have forgotten about the door being wide open. Making everyone, the three kids and Lock, hear everything they are talking about.

“It��s a silly thing… I just realized it’s been so long since I saw my husband…”

Rosalyn fought the urge to overreact at the news that one of her friends had a husband she didn’t know about.

“From your previous world?”

“...Yeah, it’s been so long since I saw him. It doesn’t help that when I last saw him it looked like he was going on a very dangerous mission.”

[Name] was crestfallen as she spoke. It was clear just how much she missed him.

“My children too, I only saw my twins for a short while!”

The whiplash Rosalyn is getting from these shocking pieces of information is too much.

Good thing another redhead arrived to save the day.

“Why are you four hiding over there?”

Cale asked the four children and only then did the two women realise how the door was open. Rosalyn shot [Name] an apologetic look. She didn’t mean for her personal life to be broadcasted like that.

“No need to be sorry, it wasn’t really a secret. There wasn’t just a chance to bring it up.”

[Name] assured the mage as she gestured over to the five outside her door. Beckoning them to go inside.

As Cale and the children walked towards the transmigrator, they updated Cale as to what they heard.

“So you had a husband before coming here?”

“Yes, my husband Sylus… I didn’t even get his limited card before I could… huek!”

The transmigrator teared up once more and every one pitied her despite their confusion. Just what card is she talking about? Maybe it’s an earth thing they don’t know about.

“[Name]-nim are you talking about a credit card?”

Choi Han peeked from outside. He was just passing by when he heard the children updating Cae about his fellow transmigrator’s life.

“Huh? Oh no, I mean he did have a black card but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Now Choi Han was part of the confused crowd. If she didn’t mean a savings card what could she be talking about then?

Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, Cale squinted his eyes. That man knows for a fact that [Name] hasn’t even had her first kiss yet. What are all these lies about a husband? 

…Plus the name she said sounded very familiar.

“Could you tell us more about him?”

“Yeah tell us please nya!”

Raon and Hong encouraged [Name] to talk more, interested in the slightest information about their mysterious friend’s personal life.

“Well, his very tall. Around 187cm I think? He kind of looks like a vampire with his white hair and red eyes. I can confidently say that his one of the most handsome guys out there.”

Everyone became even more intrigued. Just how great was this husband of hers? [Name] sounded very in love with him. He also sounded well-off based on Choi Han’s explanation of how a black card is like the equivalent of a golden plaque.

“Oh, he also has this thing called Evol. Basically he has powers, his power in particular is controlling energy. His super strong, he can even heal wounds.”

From the corner of the room, Cale suppressed a sigh as he placed the pieces together. Instead, he opted to silently facepalm.

The conversation about [Name]’s supposed “husband” lasted for a few more minutes before everyone filed out of her room. Leaving only her and Cale behind.

“What was your affinity level before you got here?”

“Affinity 60… But omg, you play love and deespace too!?”

[Name] looked at the redhead man who was finally letting out that deep, imparted sigh he had been holding in since earlier.

“No, I just saw forum leaks about your husband Sylus.”

“Ohhhh, I was wondering how you knew when he was barely out when I transmigrated…”

An awkward silence lingered around the two. Both of them don’t know how to proceed with the new information. In fact, [Name] didn’t know that game existed on Cale’s earth.

Wait was it possible that they were from the same earth?

But he had powers…

[Name] decided to not think about it.

“Next time, refrain from speaking about your fictional husbands as if they’re real… I think you nearly gave Rosalyn a heart attack?”

“Wait really!?”

[Name] looked at Cale who was on his way to go back to his room. She didn’t know the repercussions of casually speaking about her otome game. The redhead only looked at her as if she was a lost cause. 

“Yes, really.“

incase you were curious about the roulette lol dont mind me using the jp names im just more used to that

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Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @Watermeezer @queenslandlover-93 @redpool

Companion piece to:

Her Name Was Lola - You meet Mitch's wife.

Lola becomes the third wheel in your relationship. There’s been a war brewing between the two of you since she turned up in Tulsa, a silent one that’s waged every night she steps into the casino and sits herself at the bar.

“Why haven’t you banned her?” You ask, furiously wiping down the counter and Mitch sighs as he adjusts his cap.

“Because Sunny, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” Mitch explained and you’d clenched your jaw so you didn’t bite back with something truly scathing.

You understand the sentiment behind it, Mitch wants that divorce and he wants it as soon as possible but having Lola here, it’s detrimental to your mental health. Part of you wants to claw her damn eyes out and the other part wants to sob, because the evidence of the promise that Mitch broke it’s staring you right in the face, wearing his class ring.

The only solace is those nights when you’re on stage. You sit up there strumming a tune,  singing your heart out and for a moment Mitch’s entire attention it’s focused on you. You can’t express how good that feels, to be the centre of his world again, the only woman he has eyes for. It’s gone the instant you step off because he’s back to Lola, pleading his case.

“I feel like we’re drifting apart a little.” You say to him later that night when everyone else is gone and the two of you are putting away the glasses. “I feel like you don’t see me anymore.”

“That’s not true, Sunny girl.” He sighs as he places his hand on the bar. “I just want this so badly.”

“Well maybe don’t.” You say, your fingertips hooking on the loops of his jeans and drawing him taut against you. “Maybe just enjoy the time we have together, without her and wait the year it takes.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to marry me?” He asks as he looks into your eyes and you can see the hurt reflected in them as your palms come to rest on his chest.

“I’m just saying put it on pause for now.” You tell him.

“Pause.” He repeats, his hands clasping yours to his heart. “We’ve been on pause before and it damn near ruined us. I want to move forward, I want to marry you-”

“I want that too but this situation, it’s not good for us.” You whisper as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “Mitch, I can’t…”

Your voice breaks and he closes his eyes, his nose bumping lightly against yours.

“Sunny.” He says firmly. “We are almost at the finish line.”

“No Mitch, you’re almost at the finished line.” You say pushing him away. “I fell behind ten miles ago but you’ve just been too focused on the goal to notice.”

“Sunny…” He begins but you’re already drawing away from him.

“I have to go.” You say, picking up your guitar case. “I can’t be here right now.”

You leave then and Mitch, he lets you because he knows better than to follow you when you get that resigned tone in your voice. When he gets home that night the lights are off and there’s no trace of you, he realises there’s clothes missing, the overnight bag you usually take on tour.

It’s happening again, he realises. You’re leaving him because Mitch, he just doesn’t fucking listen. He hasn’t been hearing what you’ve been trying to say to him for weeks, you can’t cope with Lola being in his life, you can’t stand to see another woman with his ring on her finger.

You pick up when he calls, he hears the sound of traffic in the background and he knows you’ve already left Tulsa.

“Where you headed?” He asks despondently as he leans back against the door frame of the bedroom, his gaze fixed on the bed he's sleeping alone in tonight.

“Dallas.” You say softly. “There’s a couple of places down there that will give me a gig. Probably Houston after that, Memphis, Nashville.”

It feels like you’ve plunged a knife into his chest. With each stop you get further away from him and Mitch isn’t sure that you’ll ever come back.

“Will you come home Sunny?” He pleads, his voice breaking as he says the words “Please?”

“No Mitch.” You say, and he hears the resolution in your voice. “No, I can’t.”

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can you write 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 pls

I sure can, anon!

Here are 30-ish sentences of Tsunami fic from you, cont. from here (though it's a new scene) and the plot is thickeniiiingggg and I'm exciteddd: - 🌊

Eddie is astonished. Even though he’s been to war and worked the earthquake the year before, this is still the most despairing situation he’s seen. People are coming by heaps to the triage center, in different degrees of dehydration, sheer exhaustion or worse injuries, and it’s a bit overwhelming, if he’s honest with himself. There are helicopters frantically crossing the air, and Eddie sends a silent prayer for those guys who probably have an even harder time at work than he does.

The only upside of this, when compared to the earthquake, is that this time he doesn’t have to worry about Christopher. He knows his kid is having the time of his life and probably stuffing his face with junk food that Buck always allows him to have and making Buck stop moping around. And he’s safe. So Eddie gets to do his job with a focused mind, which is important, because it’s a pretty demanding job at the moment. 

He’s just seen Bosko take off with her captain and is about to go back to patching up the wound. There is a lot of yelling around, people crying in pain, people screaming for loved ones, but one particular commotion around calls his attention.

“No, you don’t understand!” An angry sharp voice is saying. “I have to go! She’s alone out there!”

Eddie turns towards the noise to find a man with a gaze wrapped around his head fighting against two nurses. He’s a strong man, tanned skin, probably in his forties, and his eyes are widened in despair. 

“Sir, you can’t just leave, you need to let us help you!” One of the nurses is saying, but the man won’t stop struggling. The bandage around his head is stained red, and he’s gripping the sheets as if he’s having a hard time to even sit up.. “You’re injured and-”

“I don’t give a damn if I’m hurt, don’t you see?! I need to find my niece, she’s five, and she’s lost in this damn mess and it’s my fault!”

Eddie’s stomach drops, and he rushes over before he can stop himself. The idea of a little girl missing tugs right at his heartstrings, making him instantly think of Christopher. As he comes closer, Eddie sizes up the situation, and he sees despair and determination in the man’s gaze, but they can’t, in good conscience, let him go. His hands are trembling and his breathing is quick and shallow, and it’s clear that he can’t go anywhere that is more than two steps away. 

“Hey, hey, take it easy” Eddie says, his voice as steady and calm as he can make it, and both the man and the nurses turn to him. “Sir, my name is Eddie, I’m a firefighter, maybe I-

“Yeah, guess what, buddy? I’m a firefighter too, and I don’t care about what you have to say. I’m leaving here, and I’m finding my niece.” The man says hoarsely, and gets up from bed, his face paling as soon as his feet hit the floor.

Eddie sees it coming before it happens, and is already prepared to catch the guy when his knees buckle up from under him. He sits him back on the bed, and the man lets out a frustrated groan, shaking his head. 

“I… You don’t get it, man. I have to find her.” He says, his voice breaking, and Eddie feels for him, he truly does.

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Hope you like it, anon!!

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The Littlest Lelouch

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, unnamed wife, OC (baby), brief cameos

Rating: pg13 (?)

Genre: Saccharine fluff, dash of angst, humor (sfw)

WC: 1,296

Warnings: Mentions of battle/blood/death (none happen on-screen), mentions of pregnancy and birth (none graphic), afab oc/insert and female pronouns, (are babies a tw?), humor of the aerin variety, not proofread, potential minor Clavis route spoilers?

Request?: Yes (currently open? also yes. pls see pinned first!)

Summary: As it would happen, having to work with the bloody beast means often having to pick up after said beast, or even indulge in the sins of war. Unfortunately for Rhodolite palace’s resident mischief maker, the call of his duty could not have come at a worse time.

A/N: Apologies if it is a bit OOC or would benefit from better pacing, I haven't read Clavis' route in a bit and he's a little tricky to nail at times without me getting cliché. (Sorry this one isn't gender neutral, for the folks familiar with my general fluff.) I worked to the best of my current ability, as the request was a bit vague. Feel free to stop by and request again sometime, nonnie!

          Clavis’ wife was due soon, expecting their first child amidst the frills and flowers that come with Spring. And excited they were to welcome the newest member of the Lelouch gang when Clavis suddenly receives summons for a round table meeting. It isn’t until much later that he returns, brows furrowing as he walks through the doors to the couple’s shared room at the palace.

         “Dearie me,” Clavis starts, running a singular gloved hand through his lilac locks, boring holes into the wall as he figured out how to best break this to his very pregnant wife. No amount of trying to haggle with the court would get him out of this, much as he tried. Hesitantly, Clavis’ wife pipes up, wanting to console her husband who seems he may fray at the seams any moment.

         “What’s wrong, Clavis? Cat got your tongue?” She jokes, waddling over best as she can, causing Clavis to fret and meet her halfway. He is far too overprotective sometimes, she feels, but understands he is that way out of sheer love for her.

         “Council was held today.” Clavis starts, receiving an acknowledging hum from his wife. At his uncharacteristic pause, she nods, gently trying to urge him to continue his train of thought. “I will have to be away for a while,” and in true Clavis fashion, he tries to soften the blow the best way he knows how.

         “Oh, but don’t you both go missing me too much. I know just how to console my lovely, dearest wife-”

         “Clavis.” If he insists on acting fine, then she will shoulder it for them both and allow him to save face.. this time. “I’ll miss you too, darling. Please come home safe.” With eyes that look like he is trying his best to hold back tears, Clavis dons his most convincing smile, gently pulling his wife in as closely as he comfortably can by her waist.

         “I knew you couldn’t resist your handsome husband,” he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to her lips, fitting every apology known to man in the sincere way Clavis cherishes her so. Pulling away, he rests his head atop hers, cursing his fate and drasted brother for nearly ruining yet another special occasion in his life.

…

         As the fateful day comes, Clavis parts from his beautiful wife, reassuring her he will be fine just as much as she does him. Riding off atop his royal steed, he waves farewell without looking back, steeling himself and all of his best inventions to end this damn thing as early as physically possible. In his plan, he hopes to lure out the enemies and confuse them with his myriad of (smoke) bombs, so that he and Chevalier may be able to finish with time to spare.

         “If I miss my child’s birth, this time I really will kill you,” Clavis threatens. At this, Chevalier simply scoffs and rides away. Cyran shakes his head, a mundane ordeal when it comes to these two.

         As fate would have it, back at the castle, just a few days after the second and third prince had set out to quell skirmishes along the borders, his wife goes into labor. It would seem the third prince’s child was not a very patient one, wishing to meet everyone as quickly as possible. Panic spreads, the early arrival of the baby having the maids rush to get everything together shortly after her water breaks. Though her husband is not present in body, he is present with her in spirit, and in all of the reading they had done together to better prepare themselves for their little one’s arrival.

         After many painful hours, a cry is heard, and thus the third prince of Rhodolite and his wife welcome a tiny baby Lelouch into the world. Hardly visible for how light a color it is, there are the smallest tufts of the signature lilac stands upon her head, and piercing eyes of gold. Having already decided upon possible names beforehand, his wife holds baby Felicia (a tribute to Clavis’ late mother Leticia) in her arms, exhausted but moved to tears over the life they created, together.

         It isn’t until two full days later, that Clavis returns home. The congratulations he receives upon his arrival is both the best and worst of news, for he is grateful they are both alive and well, but terribly distraught to have missed the birth of his first child (and being unable to support his wife as she always does him). He quickly stops by the baths, not wanting to greet them with blood still on his person.

         Gingerly, Clavis makes his way to where he finds both of his Lelouch girls, heart caught in his throat at the sight. Upon his arrival, their daughter is waving her hands around, trying to grab at her mother while she rocks her gently and sings. The gentle smile on her face brings back bittersweet memories, and an ache for a loved one he will never see again. He knows how loved their child will be, even in the most cursed depths of the royal court, and vows to never allow a hair on their heads harm, lest their enemies summon the nightmare that is Lelouchian fury above them. (Assuming they can read the warning letter.)

         “Welcome home, Clavis.” Having spotted him out of the corner of her eye, Clavis’ wife brandishes her grin his way, the glow apparent from what he could only describe as “the light of a thousand- no, a million- no, a hundred million suns!”

          “And say hi to your daddy, Felicia,” she coos, patting the baby’s back gently as she sits up further in bed. “But please don’t learn from his example.” Clavis theatrically slaps a hand over his chest, looking exasperated, as if he hasn’t the faintest clue what she could be referring to.

         “What better example would she have to learn from, aside from my most lovely wife?” Clavis sits at the edge of the bed by her side, leaning in to place a kiss to her forehead, lingering at her scent. “Would you rather she learn from one of my brothers?” At her grimace, he laughs, husky and warm and everything deliciously Clavis.

         “I was hoping Sariel could tutor her the way he did me,” she jokes, enjoying the look Clavis shoots her. “I’m kidding, love. Honestly.” He is still grimacing when she stifles her laugh. “Would you like to hold her?”

         Nothing in the world could have prepared Clavis for the reaction of finally getting to hold his beautiful, delicate baby girl in his arms… only to have her immediately begin wailing. Clavis tries everything he can to get her to stop crying, but she is only finally comforted by the feel and smell of mom, who she has become most acquainted with in her two shorts days on this Earth. A true connoisseur knows how to relish in the saltiest of tears, but these in particular left a sting in his heart. But no matter, he won over his wife’s heart, and he’ll win over his daughter’s affections. Clavis understands the appeal of being in his wife’s arms, he must admit, only slightly jealous of all her attention not being on him now.

         And if there’s anything that made Clavis happier than his wedding and the birth of his child, it’s that his little girl would prove to show her affections with signature Lelouch pitfalls. Clavis-patented, Yves-tested, Felicia-approved.

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MARTINER PLS IM BEGGING FOR ANYTHING FERN X READER 😓

Specifically a gn!musician reader who's chill and easy going, (sort of balances fern out/similar to marshall lee) who teases fern sometimes and becomes friends with fern, fern develops a crush on them and gets jealousy of the friendship between finn and the reader and finally gets the guts to confess.

ADD ANYTHING TO THE PROMPT BC YOURE A GREAT WRITER <333

AHGJH THANK U!! i LOVE this req btw im gonna incorporate it into my belief system

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fern with a musician gn!reader (art by mee!)

word count: 1789

The first time, he met you through Finn.

One lousy sunday evening Finn invited you over (he will often invite people over to the treehouse with no warning), the sky was halfway dark, and you looked like you walked all the way here.

You wore a large case on your back, hair tied up and a pencil slid behind your ear. Slung across your shoulder was a duffel bag which he would soon discover was full of paper (paper is weird to think about. It used to be trees, and he’s kinda related to trees now. It’s not cannibalism yet, but it’s close. Corpse desecration, maybe. He doesn’t feel that strongly about it anyways, nor does he feel very close to the trees, even if he technically is) with scrawled half-written lyrics all over them.

“Anyone home?” You half-yell from the bottom of the treehouse. Finn was out on the deck, doing who-the-hecking-gob-knows-what with Jake.

Fern sits perched from his up hiding spot (you could only see his glowing eyes, if you were looking up). He slithers down the ladder, remaining unseen (he doesn’t want to be. They’re a new person. New people are scary), tail flicking.

When you notice him, you quickly turn around. “Hey,” You squint. “Finn?”

There is a pause as he is torn between opting out of this conversation entirely and actually talking. “Fern, actually.”

“Oh. Cool name,”

“I picked it.”

“My parents gave me mine, but I’m considering changing it.”

“Why would you wanna change your name?”

You shrug, “I like to live my life on the edge. Me n’ your roommate got a jam sesh happening right now, you should join,”

There’s a beat of silence. “…I don’t think I’m invited. Grass boys can’t play the flute. Grass boys can’t even breathe.” Fern crosses his arms and looks down, frowning.

Worry flickers over your eyes, if you blink you’ll miss it. “Hmm…” You look to the side, in thought. “Well, now you are. ‘Grass boy’.” You smile ever so slightly when using the nickname he’s given for himself.

“Hey! Only I get to call myself that!”

“Sure, grass boy. C’mon, he’s probably out on the deck,” You walk to the ladder, gesturing for him to follow.

And, for no reason he can think of, he follows you. It’s like he wants to be around you, which is weird. He usually stops himself from being around people, they either treat him like he is Finn or like he’s the opposite. He’s not either, though.

He picks off a flower from his shoulder. Where did that come from?

The fourth time, you had a BFF sleepover. Fern had crawled onto the outside of the tree, to both not intrude and not do something wrong (it was the worst thing when Jake looked at him like that. He doesn’t want you to look at him like that too). The distant sounds of the Candy Kingdom and Jake lamenting at not winning card wars are all the sounds there are, up there.

Until the sounds of someone crawling onto the roof with him.

He sharply turns, ready to fight off whatever evil was trying to kidnap Finn or Jake (or both) this time. But no, it’s just you again.

“Was Jake too mean in card wars?”

“No, I just lost. They’re playing elimination, I don’t feel like watching the rest.”

You plop down right next to him.

“Y’ever been there?” You look up at the sky.

Fern squints, “That cloud?”

“No, pom-pom. The sky.” (This was a new nickname, made after the discovery of his dandelion tail).

“No. Wait! Yes. Magic man was doing some b-s with my bro, so I had to meet the immortal King of Mars.”

“Then what?”

“He died.”

You snort. It wasn’t an intentional joke, but he gets that weird buzzy feeling again.

“Whoa, poms. You’re like, covered in flowers.”

Finn groans. “Aghh! Again??” He sits up and rushes to brush the reds, yellows and oranges off himself.

He turns to you smiling at him in his flower frenzy, frown heavy upon his face.

“What?” He asks, accusatory, grass puffed up (the image reminds you of an angry cat).

“Nothing. Just you.”

Fern’s tail twitches, he de-puffs and he brings his knees to his chest.

It’s quiet again, you both sitting in comfortable silence.

“We may not have sunshine, or starlight, or weather,

But we've got each other, and that's even better.

You don't need the sun to keep you warm when you've got arms,

Wishes come from you and not a random shooting star.

We may not have storm clouds, but the sky's always blue,

We've got something special here

And what we have is you

What we have is you

What we have is you…”

You look over to grass-boy, asking if he liked it, but you stop yourself halfway. He was asleep.

You brush the stray hairs out of his face, before climbing back off the roof to probably lose card wars again. Such is the tragedy of sleepovers.

Fern would later wake up, and have an important realization.

Fern messes around with his…Finn’s old racecar track toy. He then drops it to the floor.

“I got a question for you, Finn.”

“What’s up, dude?”

“If I…hypothetically…liked…someone… how would I go about doin’ that?”

“You got a crush?”

“No! It’s hypothetical.”

Finn squints at him.

“Hypothetical.”

Finn continues to squint.

“Hy-po-the-ti--”

“No no, I got it.”

“Okay.”

“Well…I would say you tell them how you feel.”

Flowers cover his face again. “Noooooo!! What if they don’t like me back? What if they like someone else?”

Finn shrugs, “Then they don’t like you back. I had a crush on PB for years, she never liked me back and we’re still friends.”

“But what if…”

“Dude.” Finn stops him. “You got this.”

Fern would appreciate his cheering on, but he’s not so sure Finn would say the same thing had he known it was you, or that he’s got this. He knows you like spending time with Finn more than him.

The ???th time (he’s lost count), you invited him along again, with Finn, (and basically everyone else in Ooo, to be honest. It happens when you’re friends with Finn) to a TV night for your birthday. It was an old one you scavenged up, “My Little Pony” or something (his favorite character is Rainbow Dash).

After many weeks of toeing around the idea of asking you out (that time you guys made pancakes, when you went for a dip in the river He’s going to do it tonight.

You sat next to him (close. to him), singing along to the many, many songs over the noise of the crowd behind the couch.

“No, I do not love the groom, in my heart there is no room—” You lean into him and he mumbles along with the lyrics, small smile on his face.

“Finally the moment has arrived! For me, to be one lucky bride…” Finn is also singing. He pauses, staring off into space, before snapping up. “Oh yeah!”

“Hm?” You look across Fern to him.

“C’mere dude, I gotta show you something!”

You get up from his side, going with Finn, and leaving him disappointed.

He follows the duo, though the mild party and to the hallway where Finn was lugging a huge box.

“I got you a present!”

“Oh, awesome,”

“You wanna open it?”

“Hold on,” You pull a pair of scissors out of your pocket. Why it was in there, no one will ever know.

Fern then gets hit by the realization that he forgot to get you a present. How the heck did he think he could just /show up/ to your party without one?

“Oh, Finn, this is so cool! Thanks so much,” You admire the new guitar you’d window shopped for a few weeks ago, which Finn had apparently taken notice of.

“It’s NP, DW about it.”

“Why are you talking in acronyms?”

“It’s a new thing I’m trying out.”

Fern shuffles over to you. “Hey, um, [ ]? Can I talk to you about something?”

“What’s up?”

He lowers his head more. “Can I talk to you about it in private?”

You look back at Finn, then nod and gesture for him to follow into a more secluded hallway, the muffled sounds of dance music vibrating through the walls.

You don’t say anything, and instead are listening intently (terrifying). Fern has to take a deep breath to steady himself.

“I….um….” He begins to fidget with his hands, “I think you’re really cool. And…you’re one of the only people who doesn’t look at me like a monster. And I like hanging out with you and I wanna hang out more and…”

You nod, urging him to continue.

“…andddddd I—”

“AAAAAAAH!” A scream from the party interrupts him.

“GIANT WORM!”

You both immediately run out, to see a monster breaking through one of the walls of your house, jerking around violently as Finn already had his sword around its neck (?).

Fern rushes in, grass sword already whipped out.

He joins Finn on its head (? Again. It’s a worm) stabbing it, rapidly. Its pink blood drips down the side of its face, onto your floor. It begins jerking and twitching even more violently now, trying to shake Fern off.

Finn struggles, and tries to get a stable footing, before the force it’s using to try and get both him and Fern off plunges Finn’s sword right through its neck.

Its head falls right to the floor, Fern still on it, who is still stabbing.

Finn continues to fight the rest of the worm’s body, which has since retreated outside and is currently trying to spit acid at him, leaving barren spots in the grass with only mildly dissolved dirt.

You crouch in front of Fern, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I think it’s had enough, grass boy,”

He looks up at you, then back down at the corpse-head, and re-sheathes the grass sword.

“What were you saying?”

Feen blinks. What was he saying?

You stare at him, intently.

Oh yeah, absolute fear. “I…..”

“……reallyreallylikeyou. Alotalot.” He snaps his eyes shut when he says it, only opening one a moment later to gauge your reaction.

You knew this already, but you wanted to wait until he was sure of his feelings.“Awww, I like you too! you little pom-pom.” You squish his (flower covered) face.

“Stop it!” He complains.

“Nope, we're partners. You can’t escape me now,”

‘Nooooooooooo…”

“Go Fern! Yeahhh!” Finn shouts from where he stood on the decapitated corpse on the worm, covered in pink blood.

You giggle, before it slowly subsides. “Wait a minute. How am I gonna pay for my house?”

[number1yisuchongfan]

Pls pls PLEASE tell us more about your prince sniper au!! I’m already obsessed bc him and scout look so handsome🥺

I’m happy to explain!

Okay some background information:

So it starts with the moment when Bill-Bel gets into an argument with the original (mostly white) ministers of New Zealand about how even though he, a Māori man, saved all of New Zealand from “magma and nuclear war” they refuse to let him join the council and make him a minister.

They tell him because they’re sick of living down there and that’s he’s not worthy of being on there.

In his frustration, he manages to rally up the Māori iwi (tribes) of New Zealand and many of the white New Zealanders, into making him into the king.

He changes everything once he’s in control. The white New Zealanders or Pākehā get sent off to live in their own space within Aotearoa and the Māori get to having the majority their land back.

The next 29 years is quite peaceful, the local nature and wildlife grow in population back to pre colonial times and so does the Māori people. They bring back old ways of life and traditions along with more high tech gadgets (because canonically New Zealand in tf2 was made of extremely smart people).

And now onto the Sniper and Scout part of your question:

And then coming Sniper or I should rather say Mun-Dee Taumata.

He’s next in line and has only really ever known of being a Royal and living like the way he does, in a giant palace with guards always protecting him making him extremely sheltered and honestly very calm person.

He isn’t allowed to go out alone, but Mum-Dee finds his ways, always sneaking out to visit his kiwi, who’s named after the Māori goddess of loyalty Hinekepea, in his family’s Royal Aviary. She tries to protect him and gets angry whenever he comes back smelling like one of the ladies that Bill-Bel set him up with.

Oh, I should mention that the minute he turned 18; Bill-Bel was trying to get him wife so he could make an heir (no matter how many times Mun-Dee explained he was gay)

Then in the summer of 1972, out appears Mann Co. reps (All of RED Team + Miss Pauling and Mr. Bidwell) to try to make an agreement with the Aotearoa government on if they can used some of the Australium they own.

They didn’t know of the change of the government and when they arrived they were shocked to say the least. Scout especially.

The Māori people held a welcoming ceremony or a pōwhiri for the first ever manuhiri (visitors) to their home in 40 years with gifts, dance, music food, and of course, get a personal welcome from the Royal family. Mun-Dee had been extremely excited, and when he was about to do a hongi (which is we’re you touch noses together and do a handshake in welcome) with Scout, he slapped him.

It was a misunderstanding, Scout thought Mun-Dee was going to kiss him so he did some unnecessary self defense.

And that was the exact moment Mun-Dee got his first ever real crush on anyone.

And they eventually get together, Spy tries to blackmail Scout into marrying him quickly so that if Bill-Bel died mysteriously; Scout can be married to a king for political reasons. Scout just wanted Mun-Dee for who he was.

Scout meets Hinekapea and she almost kills him, more like jumped onto his back when he had been trying to make out with Mun-Dee. He leapt off and as soon as he was off of him, Hinekapea got onto Mub-Dee’s chest and made some angry sneezes at him. Mun-Dee had just thought it was cute and apologized to her for bringing Scout without warning.

Here’s a lil comic for when Hinekapea, after having a specialized kiwi home (like a catio almost) put in Mun-Dee’s room so he could always see her, treats Scout:

[starsincline]

Hello,

My name is Anas Al Burri. I am 17 years old, and I live in G*za. My sister has jaundice because she gave birth to her child in an unhygienic area during the war. She has no medication, and her condition is worsening, almost life-threatening. She is too ill to produce milk for her son, and we can't get milk from anywhere else. I have no medication for my diabetes! I am missing insulin, and my blood sugar is critically high, often above 180 and sometimes even 400. I suffer from hyperglycemia attacks and can't get to a hospital because we are in the northern part of G*za.

Three months ago, my 14-year-old brother Ahmad was searching for something to eat when he was sh*ot in the ch*est by sni*pers from a kilometer away. The bul*let went straight through his body. He was just a CHILD! We still can't believe it and keep thinking he will come back any moment. We didn't even have time to mourn him before the next family members were kill*ed.

The hardships my family and I face are beyond what words can describe. This is our last resort.

We are reaching out to you with a desperate plea. We need your help to survive. Your donation can provide us with the life-saving medications and food that we desperately need. Every act of kindness brings us closer to safety and restores a glimmer of hope in our hearts.

With your support, you can give us and many other families in G*za a chance to survive and rebuild our shattered lives. Help us survive and leave G*za so that the last of our family does not perish.

https://gofund.me/ecf94b00

Thank you for your empathy and kindness.

With heartfelt gratitude,

Anas Al-Burri and Family

❤❤

Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. I really hope your family's situation improves soon💔

vetted (line 29)

€3255/50000 raised

We are left with only a small family: my father, my mother, my five-year-old brother, my eight-year-old sister, my two married sisters, and me. We have lost everything and are fighting daily to survive. Our farm, where we kept livestock and grew vegetables and figs, was destroyed and occupied. Israeli soldiers now occupy the land, taking away our ability to live a peaceful and dignified life. I wake up every day to the cries of my younger brother and sister, who are too young to understand why their world has turned into a nightmare. My mother tries to comfort us, but I see the fear and despair in her eyes. My father, once a proud man, now stands defeated, unable to protect his family. We are reaching out to you with a desperate plea. We need your help to survive. Your donation can provide us with the life-saving medications and food that we desperately need. Every act of kindness brings us closer to safety and restores a glimmer of hope in our hearts.

[11queensupreme11]

I'M THE ANON WHO WAS GONNA MAKE AN ARSENIC BLUES FANDOM TAG!!! sorry for any confusion :') my ao3 handle is sugarkoi, though i'll be making a pseud soon named "arsenicblues" i think!! have a great day/night (pls don't read any of my fics except for semicheat, they all suck ass)

but anyways here's an update on a small arsenic blues fic that's after chapter 19 but before chapter 20. basically platonic!posy, and percy loses all memory of poseidon :( ::

Percilla “Percy” Jackson’s life was fairly okay. She fought in two wars (like what?!), had an amazing boyfriend (three cheers for Anthonius Chase!), and the most loyal friends you could ever find. 

That’s where she was, in fact; with two of her friends in Mr D’s office, except without Mr D and a surplus of Will Solace and Nico di Angelo. 

“Yeah, Neeks, what’s wrong?” She asks absentmindedly, playing with her hair. “Why’d you drag Will into this?” 

Nico stares at the floor, not looking at Percy. Instead, Will fills the silence. “Percy, remember when you told me that you felt like parts of your memory was missing? I have a question.” She nods, and he continues, “does it still feel like that?” 

When he mentioned it, it did. Percy felt that familiar tug on her stomach. 

It all began when she drank the blood from Phineus. Percy’s memory slowly started to come back to her; bit by bit, she felt her story reborn. But something was always off. Percy tried to think it through, but if she put too much effort in, her brain started to hurt and her limbs felt weak. When she curled up with Anthonius, something felt wrong—even though she only curled up with him and her mom before. No one else. So why did it feel wrong, bad?

if i should fix something, lmk!

OH ITS YOU!!! 😭😭😭😭 FINALLY I CAN ANSWER THAT OTHER ANON'S ASK LMAOOO 😭😭

so, like right after chapter 19, she somehow gets yoinked back to pjo world, goes through hoo, but her memories of ror verse are still wiped??

I LOVE IT!!!

I CANT WAIT TO READ IT, ESPECIALLY POSEIDON'S REACTION LMAO

im curious tho, since daddyseidon's not an incestuous weirdo, will there still be other love interests? romance?? or is this purely poseidon and percy centered??

[the-kr8tor]

Hi Katy 🩷 how are you? The brain isn’t braining. I tried writing but I only got about two paragraphs done. I’m feeling the imposter syndrome. Did I ever mention how cutie patotiee I find glasses? So the fact that you wear them gives me joy. I admit to trying to sabotage my vision just to wear glasses.

I did write an ask a few days ago but my phone decided to retire early. All of the content was erased but at least I could refine my idea. Replacement should hopefully come soon.

Anyway! Idea is as follows, I love historical fiction and combining my love for spider punk and spider noir’s friendship in the fanon I’ve created 1940s American pilot spider-woman and here’s why… Noir and p trade war stories while Hobie and p bond over their trauma, yippee! (I never said this would be fluffy) The spider band is lowkey concerned with how casually they do this but to each their own? They’re all very close obviously.

Hobie one day tries to contact p. Doesn’t think much of it considering how many missions they go on along with working for the society. Until someone else brings up, days later, they can’t get in contact either. Noir’s demeanor instantly changes and before anyone can blink he’s gone with Hobie trailing right behind him. Now, they both understand why their spider sense went off suddenly and quite randomly. Feeling sick to their stomachs. Noir more so because he and p are fighting the same war. He knows the stakes.

Once they reach p’s dimension they see confetti and hear cheering. The axis has surrendered and the war is finally over but…where is p? Someone, I’ll let you decide, picks up a discarded newspaper. After flipping through the pages they come across a section titled ‘missing pilot’ written by Mary Jane Watson. Even with their watches they can’t find her location and it slowly tears them apart. Deep down they already know, she’s gone.

Her body is found weeks later. Pictures of the spiders tucked into the breast pocket of her uniform along with her family’s. Bullet holes littered in the plane they used to sit around in under the stars.

A funeral is held. Only family and friends but what’s the difference in a war, right? Her family is awarded her medals along with a flag. The gang watches from the sidelines. Noir and Hobie are the last to leave.

“I know this is coming at a bad time,” Lyla whispers, “but I think you want to hear this.”

P left a recording. Her voice is shaky as explosions and gun fire are heard in the background. She tells them she loves them. All of them. What they mean to her. Hobie chokes back a sob as he hears a loud bang and the engine going out and Noir shakes as her voice cracks. She says goodbye and wishes them well and then, the audio cuts off.

It’s just another canon event.

Hello, my love! I'm good, how are you? 2 paragraphs is better than none! You're doing well trust me. Awwee thank you! I'm blind as a bat without them lol pls don't sabotage your eyes!! Glasses are so expensive and you can't wear sunglasses bc of them :(

Ooohhh how interesting---! OMFG 😭😭😭😭😭😭 THEY'RE BESTIES AND NOW THEY HAVE A MISSING PIECE 😭😭😭😭 I hope this doesn't make Hobie and Noir's relationship fall apart 😟

The recording they left for Hobie and Noir 😭😭 that scene reminds me when steve Rodger's plane was about to go down and he talks with peggy one last time 😔

[onigiri-dorkk]

RIVAMIKA RIVAMIKA RIVAMIKA

Made me think of a fun short story idea… I present, Levi adopts a cat: a Drabble

Mikasa is visiting Levi at his home (post-war) and a stray cat wanders to the house. Levi tries to shoo it off (he doesn’t like pets/wouldn’t want to get close to strays bc they’re dirty), but Mikasa scolds him and gives it some food and milk while she’s there visiting. She pet it, cleaned it a bit, found out it was a boy and called him Mr. Whiskers.

Eventually the cat leaves, and so does Mikasa.

The next few days, though, the cat comes back to Levi’s house. Every day would be the same — it would come to his house just before sundown, Levi would make attempts to shoo it away in disgust, but he’d remember the way Mikasa smiled at the damn cat. Pretty soon the cat reminded him of her — it’s black fur matched her hair, after all. And he began giving it water and food. Then eventually, he put out a box on his porch for it to be shelter while it waits outside.

One day a storm came, and Levi had noticed the cat hadn’t come by yet. It wasn’t in the porch box. It wasn’t pawing at the window as usual. And Levi found himself worrying; especially thinking about how Mikasa might feel if the stupid cat she took care of died somewhere out there. He realized he missed the stupid cat. Wished it would come back already, that it was safe.

He also realized he missed Mikasa.

He ran out looking for the cat to no avail in the storm, and when he rushed back to the home, someone was standing at his porch dripping wet from rain — Mikasa, holding Mr. Whiskers in her arms.

They go in, warm up together; fresh clothes, hot tea in hand, sitting next to the fireplace waiting for the storm to pass. After restful moments, Mr. Whiskers leaves Mikasa’s sleepy arms and jumps into Levi’s lap, purring. Startled initially, then he relaxes and pets the cat who falls asleep on him. He peeks over at Mikasa who had also fallen asleep on the couch.

The next morning, Mikasa wakes with a blanket over herself, and sees the cat laying in a rather decorative cushion and cloth sheet, and a small ceramic bowl of water that Levi had put out the cat. 🥹 She thinks if the cat can stay a little longer in Levi’s home… maybe she can, too. ☺️

Sorry ugh I just haven’t written anything in forever LOL pls enjoy this delulu fluff drabble

[novinare]

"♬+ rob and louis pls

send me "♬+ ship" and i'll shuffle my playlist and write a headcanon or drabble for our muses based on the song // accepting ㅤㅤㅤ@colpapabear

7 Years, Acoustic Cover - Gavin Mikhail

Soon we'll be 30 years old. I'm still learning about life My woman brought children for me So I can sing them all my songs And I can tell them stories. Most of my boys are with me Some are still out seeking glory And some I had to leave behind My brother I'm still sorry Soon I'll be 60 years old, my daddy got 61 Remember life and then your life becomes a better one.

It wasn't supposed to be this way, but Louis was only human, and the world didn't give a damn about his plans.

It didn't care that the house was too quiet without Rob in it, or that Lottie was on the other side of the world and the fucking military wouldn't give her leave to come home. It wasn't like she was part of a long line of people who had fought and bled for their country!

But no. His little girl was on the wrong side of the ocean, and Louis was helpless to comfort her.

The world-- no, the American military, Louis wasn't going to blame the world for that-- they hadn't cared when they'd sent his son off to war, and left him to bleed out, his leg full of shrapnel in the dirt of the Vietnam jungle.

At least he'd be there for the funeral tomorrow.

Pulling his sleeve over his hand, Louis polished an invisible speck of dust from one of the gleaming medals pinned to Rob's uniform. He looked so quiet, eyes closed and artificially peaceful.

Louis wanted to shake him.

"What am I supposed to do now?!" He demanded, but there was no response.

He wasn't sure why he'd half expected one. They'd escaped the inevitable, the impossible, so many times that an irrational part of Louis was still waiting for the punchline.

Tomorrow he would have to be strong for everyone else. But for now, Louis stroked Rob's grey hair back from his face, and ignored the tears that left dark spots on his uniform.

"I miss you, ma vie... I don't know how to do this without you."

[nattvingen]

*dragging a metal cup against prison bars* s-spare some awooga pls?

Alms incoming! Tho I think you've read all there is to it (for now), but hey!!! It's a pretty decent fic so far!!!

Modern-ish AU, Varian/Genn, ruh-roh he's hot – it's...!

Awooga.

Liam’s car comes to a stop on the driveway and there is a deluge of youths and even a dog pouring out of there, as Lorna has brought the Crowley’s labrador, Donovan, to splash around in the pool before it’s emptied for the fall. Anduin waves happily at them as Liam ambles over to grab a glass of lemonade, taking it with him inside, bag hanging off his shoulder.

“Finals are coming up, and then university applications, dear me,” Mia sighs, watching him go and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“The relentless progress of time, huh?” Varian half-jokes, and she hums an agreement. “He’s a great kid.”

“We’re doing well at this parenting thing, all of us. Speaking of,” she indicates the car pulling up on the driveway at the front of the house with a small smile, and pours another glass. Genn soon slumps into the third chair with a sigh, tugging at his collar.

“Car’s like a damn sauna. Thanks, dear.” He presses the glass against his red face, groaning as the cool condensation contrasts against the sweat.

“Actually drink it,” Mia admonishes, and he laughs and takes a swallow. Varian looks over as he hears Anduin’s peal of laughter, playing tug of war with the dog.

“Mm, that hit the spot. You alright, there?” Genn’s rolling up his sleeves.

“Hm?” Ah, he must’ve looked some sort of way. Mia, too, is looking at him with some concern. “Well. The other night, we had a… difficult talk, Anduin and I. It’s left me a bit rattled, truth be told. Sometimes I’m convinced he’s leagues smarter than me, and no matter how much I want to help there’s things I plain don’t know, you know? I miss his mother the most, times like this.”

He motions to the way Mia is leaning against Genn’s arm in unthinking comfort.

“You’ve no thoughts of remarrying, then?” Genn asks.

Mia throws her husband a sharp look, but Varian only sighs and shrugs.

“I thought of it. Then I thought better of it.”

And now, now that Anduin’s put these thoughts in his head? Would feel a bit like a betrayal of that part of him, if he has one. Not to mention how disastrous his one fresh attempt had been.

“Just saying. A man has needs, it’s only natural.”

“Genn,” Mia shuts him down, and Varian sits silent, turning his glass around in his hand and watching the lone strawberry bob in there.

“Sorry if that’s too personal.”

“Nah. Just… Mostly I worry that Anduin worries about me being lonely. Moving here has been great, but still.”

“He’s a natural caretaker, that boy,” Mia smiles sadly.

“Didn’t get that instinct from me,” Varian replies. “I want him to focus on his own life, on school and friends. Sports, if he can be convinced.”

“Girls?” Genn slyly suggests, laughing when Mia playfully swats at his bare forearm.

Varian laughs along, despite himself.

“Yeah, something like that,” he says, distracted as Genn tips his head back to swallow down the last of his drink, Adam’s apple bobbing. A single drop of sweat seems to follow the motion down his throat.

Ah.

Aw, shit.

[n33dx1]

Hello,

My name is Anas Al Burri. I am 17 years old, and I live in G*za. My sister has jaundice because she gave birth to her child in an unhygienic area during the war. She has no medication, and her condition is worsening, almost life-threatening. She is too ill to produce milk for her son, and we can't get milk from anywhere else. I have no medication for my diabetes! I am missing insulin, and my blood sugar is critically high, often above 180 and sometimes even 400. I suffer from hyperglycemia attacks and can't get to a hospital because we are in the northern part of G*za.

Three months ago, my 14-year-old brother Ahmad was searching for something to eat when he was sh*ot in the ch*est by sni*pers from a kilometer away. The bul*let went straight through his body. He was just a CHILD! We still can't believe it and keep thinking he will come back any moment. We didn't even have time to mourn him before the next family members were kill*ed.

The hardships my family and I face are beyond what words can describe. This is our last resort.

We are reaching out to you with a desperate plea. We need your help to survive. Your donation can provide us with the life-saving medications and food that we desperately need. Every act of kindness brings us closer to safety and restores a glimmer of hope in our hearts.

With your support, you can give us and many other families in Gaza a chance to survive and rebuild our shattered lives. Help us survive and leave G*za so that the last of our family does not perish.

https://gofund.me/ecf94b00

Thank you for your empathy and kindness.

With heartfelt gratitude,

Anas Al-Burri and Family

❤❤

I am so, so sorry. This is horrifying, nobody should have to go trough this, i cannot imagine how it must feel.. I can’t donate but I can share your campaign. I hope you’ll achieve your goal as soon as possible.

[rae-gar-targaryen]

I’ve fallen down the mickey garcia rabbit hole thanks to your sunshine!reader hc post,,,,, 👀👀👀 would you happen to have more of those by chance

Thank you so much for this request, my love! I have an ENDLESS amount of HCs for these two. And now that I'm working on a full fic for them (in addition to "take me by the heart, take me by the hand"), so a lot of these may pop up again by reference in that story, so there will be some overlap... But to tide you over until I'm done with the fic, please have more HCs! 

part one here. [full fic coming soon!]

Some are slightly nsfw, with references to sex, so 18+ pls. This got kinda long so pls excuse the readmore. 

It’s canon to me that he calls you, his sunshine!gf, “cielo.” Fanboy and Cielo have an entire life together in some coastal town where they’re walking distance from the beach.

They take their dog, a golden retriever named Artoo, down to the water for walks. Mickey is definitely a dog-person, and when he's home, Artoo doesn't leave his side.

Mickey and Cielo met on a rarely-seen-but-always-appreicated successful Hinge date. They went to an arcade bar after flirty-texting for a few days, and she kicked his ass at StreetFighter, and it was love at first button-smash. It gets a little flirty, with her bumping her hips against his as they stand next to one another at the machines. He can't stop himself from grinning ear to ear that night, smile blinding against the neon light of the bar and the arcade games. She falls in love a little then, hoping she'll get to be the cause of that smile evermore.

His opener was definitely something Star Wars themed -- “Be the Leia to my Han? I’m so tired of being Solo.” She definitely rolls his eyes at him when he’s corny (but let’s be real, she loves it.) 

Thanks to Cielo, Mickey is all about self-care. She teaches him some basic components to a skincare routine when she can’t stand to see him wash his face with basic bar soap one more time, and it sticks. It’s a nightly ritual together -- she gets him into sheet masks, which she sends to him while he’s overseas as part of a care package. 

He gets Payback to try one once, and now he asks for extras in his care package so that Payback can have some, too.  

To the point that when they all have game nights, Payback plays too, headset and sheetmask on in full effect....

She’ll paint his nails, and all the guys know not to say shit about it. 

Rooster is their biggest fan. (I believe that Rooster knows all the wives’/girlfriends’ favorite flowers). 

When Mickey gets back from a deployment, he makes sure to have fresh flowers to give to her when he gets off the plane. And Rooster is like, “Come on, man, she likes daisies and marigolds.”

When they get to the airport, Payback is nonstop teasing -- “You’re walking a little taller than usual. Excited to see anyone in particular?” 

The squad is smitten by how smitten he is with her, and loves to tease him endlessly, especially if she calls him “amor” in front of them. “Amor? Your callsign should have been Romeo!” 

When he comes home, she holds him tight, wrapping her arms around him and dragging her fingers up the back of his neck and along his scalp, scraping against the buzzcut and whispering how much she misses his curls, and that he has time while he’s back to grow them back again. 

They go to the beach sometimes to watch the stars. "I missed you," she murmurs, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I'll make it up to you," he replies, million-watt grin that she loves so much blooming in his face as he loops a finger under her chin and brings her in for a kiss against the backwash of a purpling sunset.

Matching minimalist sun tattoos on the inside of their wrists. An anniversary idea from several years in. At first she thinks it's silly, but he tells her he wants something of her wherever he goes, his personal sunshine.

They go for coffee on Saturdays as a treat -- Cielo always gets hers with an extra shot, no sweetener or syrup.

“I don’t know how you can drink coffee that’s so bitter,” Mickey says, laughing as she sighs into her first sip.

“I have all the sweetness I need right here,” she replies, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He rolls his eyes at this, but is so smitten.

Every time she says something endearing or remotely romantic, or gives him a kiss, or holds his hand in public, she’s not-so-secretly pleased at the flush that blooms its way across the peaks of Mickey’s cheeks and the tips of his ears, loving the contrast along his skin.

They’re definitely a couple that’s touchy in public, but in a way that just is indicative of how complete they are together -- walking in step, his arms slung over her shoulders, smiling into her cheek before pressing a kiss there; her nuzzling his neck when they go to a movie together. Fighting the urge to just climb into his lap at said movie.

Sci-fi movie nights -- they binge the “Predator” series, and make a game out of tossing popcorn into one another’s mouths and taking drinks at the corny lines the other person can quote along to. 

Cielo is a graphic artist. As a gift, she gives Mickey a handmade comic book about the space-exploring misadventures of a rogueish pilot (and his pilot friend) -- called “The Adventures of Fanboy and Payback.” 

Every letter she sends, she adorns with a little cartoon of him with Artoo in the corner.

Speaking of gifts, every year as a gag, she gives him a Mickey Mouse t-shirt on his birthday (along with a real gift, of course). He keeps them all, and usually wears one on Christmas morning, surprising her with it while she's making breakfast, prompting her to turn around and laugh at the selection of t-shirt for that year.

One year, on a milestone anniversary, they go to Disneyland together for the first time, and she buys him a Star Wars-themed Mickey shirt in the park that he pulls on immediately, over the shirt he’s already wearing, grinning like mad. 

“This is the best one yet, mi cielo.” 

Theyre that couple that swaps clothes. He loves her oversized, soft hoodies, and she wears his joggers. 

Their first night home together after he returns from a deployment or an assignment, Cielo always tries to cook something special for him, usually a family recipe from one of their respective relatives. She's an ace at chicken molé.

When they spend the night together his first night back, it’s soft, sleepy, sweet. She surprises him with some pretty lace and a sweet smile on her lips as she surges forward to kiss him and beckon him to bed.

Mickey is a pro at dirty talk.

“Does it feel good, amor, when I touch you like this?”

“I’m wild for you...”

And it always gets a little sweet -- “Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.” 

Always very attentive and precise with his fingers, he knows exactly what to do and say to make her miss him that much more the next time he leaves. 

She loves the way he touches her -- honeyed fingers over soft skin, full of sweetness, she swears she can feel the trail of them over her neck, shoulders, and arms, even while he’s away... akin to the first sip of orange-sweetned honey, or the pleasant tingle of sugar dissolving on your tongue. If you could feel that sweetness in your heart every moment, so real you could taste it, wouldn’t you indulge? 

After, she draws her finger repeatedly along the curve of his nose, pressing kisses into his neck and begging him not to move.

Mickey loves the summer. The sight of Cielo in her sundresses, days packed with beach dates and paletas... He'd spend winters longing for the summer sun and the desire to the sun and sea air on his tongue. Though that longing paled in comparison to the reality of her before him -- now that he knew what true sweetness could be. Everything else is synthetic by comparison.

He’s an insane kisser.

He hmms into her neck through the smile she knows to be there –  sweet and honeyed little noise, like the tufty soft buzz of bee's wings. And there, now … she feels his lips part, warm, silken and amorous, before pressing against the column of her throat. Loving the feel of his kisses along her skin, as though only his could feel. Radiant and true.

When he has to go next, they spend the morning in bed, just holding hands with their most recently-generated playlist going softly in in the background. And he says he doesn't want to go, and she says, "Of course you do. You've always got your head in the clouds, Mickey." And he starts to tell her that he doesn't love it more than her when he tells her, "But you're in the clouds with me, you're mi cielo."

Sorry, this probably got kinda stupid and too much. The full fic will be better, I promise! 

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[munson-blurbs]

since u asked for angst reqs, can i pls request a fic based on this song lyrics? It’s ‘I don’t want to wait’ by Paula Cole.

I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over

I want to know right now what will it be

I don't want to wait for our lives to be over

Will it be yes or will it be sorry?

no pressure at all, if you don’t feel like writing it, that’s completely fine. I love ur writing btw!! And i hope you have a good day/night 🫶🏻

OMG my first request! Thank you! I had so much fun with this!

Warnings: smut (18+ only), angst, fluff, language, PTSD, alcoholism, pregnancy, Eddie in the military, Eddie is aged up (about 24-25 years old at the start)

WC: 2.9k

“I am so, so proud of you.”

You glance up at your boyfriend, clad in his army uniform. The camouflage print is a stark contrast from the frayed concert tees and ripped skinny jeans he wore when you met him in high school. He’s grown now, more confident; the military training has given him the structure and discipline he so badly needed growing up.

He’s had to cut his long curly locks, much to your dismay. You’ve loved running your fingers through his hair, clumsily braiding it while you curled up and watched movies on the sofa.

“It’ll grow back, love,” he’d murmured into your lips.

Now he was being deployed for the next six months. Six long months without his bear hugs, without the kisses pressed to the back of your neck to gently wake you in the morning, without him singing and playing air guitar while he cooked dinner.

You were shocked when Eddie first talked about joining the military. So shocked that you laughed, thinking it was a joke, but he was dead serious.

“Baby, I graduated high school by the skin of my teeth on the third try,” he’d reminded you. He’d put his hand on your trembling knee. “I love you. I want to build a future with you. And this is how I can do it.”

“I’m going to be a certified teacher soon,” you said. “I’ll get a full-time job, with benefits, summers off…”

“I know, I know. But this is…this is something I need to do. And I need your support.”

You’ve reluctantly come around, but basic training went by too fast. Now he was going off to war. It was time to say goodbye.

He pulls you in for a tight hug. “Hold on to it; it’s gotta last six months,” he whispers. He’s crying, you’re crying, and even though you’re surrounded by other sobbing families, you feel like you’re the only two people in the room.

“I gotta go now, okay?” But it’s not okay. Nothing is okay. You can’t let him know that, so you give a halfhearted smile and squeeze him back, planting a tender kiss on his lips.

The walk back to the car is the longest walk of your life. You throw a Metallica cassette in the player. Metal was definitely more Eddie’s thing than yours, but you need to feel him here, singing along. Tears stream down your face; you probably shouldn’t be driving, but you can’t think about that.

You get back to your apartment; a little one-bedroom that seems way too big now. It’s a Friday; you and Eddie normally order pizza tonight, but you have no appetite. 

You take a deep breath and repeat: “You can do this. You can get through this.”

~

Six months crawls by. It got a little easier; Nancy, Robin, Steve, and the kids (who were no longer kids, really, but they would always be little to you guys) kept you busy. Dustin had even attempted to teach you to play D&D, to no avail. But every movie night, every dinner party, the space where Eddie should be felt suffocating. When he was here, you’d stay out until you could barely keep your eyes open, but now you left as soon as you could.

But he was coming home! You wait impatiently as the soldiers file into the room to reunite with their loved ones. After what felt like an eternity, you see him. His electric grin lights up the room as he runs, bumping into people and not even caring.

“Oh my God, babe,” he breathes into you. “I missed you so fuckin’ much.” He envelops you in a hug, lifting you off the crowd. You wrap your arms around his neck and swear you’ll never let go. 

“I missed you more,” you finally reply. Your world feels complete again.

“Not possible.” He kisses you deeply and you grab his face lovingly. “Catch me up on everything that’s happened while I’ve been gone?”

You walk with his arm slung around you, listening intently as you tell him about life in Hawkins. Steve’s met “the one” about three times, Nancy got promoted to junior editor at the Hawkins Post, Robin’s going to grad school for her MBA.

“And how’s my girl?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“So much better now,” you admit. “I have good news, too.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and you continue. “I got my teaching placement! You’re looking at Hawkins High’s newest English teacher.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with pride. “Baby, that’s incredible. You’re gonna kick ass.” He takes your hand and holds it tight, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. “I’m gonna have to play ‘Hot for Teacher’ every night.”

You swat at his chest playfully and he smiles. “So, tonight,” you start, “everyone wanted to throw you a party, but I wanted you all to myself until tomorrow, if that’s okay.”

“That sounds wonderful. I just need to be with you, beautiful. It’s been way too long.” A shiver runs down your spine as Eddie runs his forefinger down your profile.

~

You’re barely through the door of the apartment when Eddie starts undressing you, lifting your dress over your head and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. There’s no sense in protesting; you’ve missed him too much and you’re busy with the buttons on his uniform. He pulls you into the bedroom and positions you on top of him, straddling his waist. He lets out a whimper as you kiss his jaw, trailing down his neck and his chest as you grind against him. His finger presses against your clit through your panties, rubbing small circles while you wail.

“Mm, Y/N,” he moans. He bucks his hips involuntarily and you let out a sigh. 

“Eddie. Eddie, I-I need you,” you cry out. There’s no time for formal foreplay, and you don’t need it. You slide your underwear down your legs as he palms himself through his boxers.

He throws his head back as he sees you naked in front of him. It reminds me of the first time you two had had sex. Senior year of high school: you’d been dating for three months, and he had just finished an epic D&D campaign, which called for a celebration. He suggested ice cream, but you had something else in mind. 

You’d had ice cream after, though.

“Missed this view,” he says now, rock hard underneath you. He pulls out his cock and slips it in you. It’s like finding a missing piece that completes the puzzle. You could come right then and there.

He takes it slow, letting himself feel you clench around him, feel your slick on him. 

“N-need it faster, Eds,” you mumble, and he nods as he speeds up, and you both finish together.

Sex usually ends with cuddling, but Eddie is all over you today, much moreso than usual. He doesn’t stop kissing you until he falls asleep, and you do the same, passing out on his chest.

You wake up too tired to cook. Besides, cooking would take time away from cuddling with Eddie, so you roll over and say, “I’m ordering pizza. What do you want on it?”

You’re expecting one of his usual answers, extra cheese or pepperoni, but his response shocks you.

“I want you to marry me.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow. “What?” You couldn’t have heard that correctly. He was probably just dreaming, or maybe you were. A pinch to your skin confirms that you are, in fact, very much awake.

“The whole time I was deployed, I couldn’t stop thinking about starting our lives together. And…I don’t want to wait anymore. We can get a ring tomorrow, before we see our friends. And then I want to marry you. At the courthouse. I want to get married as soon as possible.”

A courthouse wedding isn’t something you’d ever really considered, but you also aren’t a fan of big, over-the-top weddings. You realize Eddie is still waiting for an answer.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Eddie!” you respond breathlessly. He takes your face in both his hands and kisses it one hundred times. “Can we…maybe do something a little fancier than the courthouse? Nothing extravagant, but something special with family and friends?”

He nods, smiling from ear to ear. “Whatever you want. As long as I get to be your husband.”

~

The next few weeks should be filled with the normal excitement of wedding planning, but something takes precedence over the bridal magazines and dress fittings. There’s something wrong with Eddie. He has horrible nightmares where he wakes up sweating and hyperventilating, sometimes even crying. You can’t touch him until he comes back to Earth, and sometimes it takes hours. When he wakes you up in the morning, his morning breath is tinged with vodka and his words are slurred.

One day, you get home from work with a pile of papers to grade. As soon as you walk in the door, a cloud of thick gray smoke hits you. A small fire has broken out on the stove where Eddie was trying to cook something, but he’s passed out on the couch with empty beer cans strewn around him. The fire is still small enough to be contained, so you flick off the burner and throw a dish towel over it, screaming Eddie’s name.

“EDDIE! EDDIE, GET UP!” Your voice is a mixture of worry and anger. You twist your engagement ring around your finger, a small diamond on a silver band. You know what you have to say, what you have to do.

“Wha-what?” Eddie wakes with a startle, and he doesn’t even notice the smoke at first. “What the fuck happened?”

“Why don’t you tell me? I walked in and you were about to burn the place down.”

“Shit, Y/N, I must’ve fell asleep.” He can’t make eye contact; you both know that he’s lying.

“No, Eddie. You didn’t fall asleep. You passed out from drinking too much.” You force yourself to look at him, so different than when he first arrived home. “Eds, you…you need help. Help that I can’t give you. You need to talk to a professional about the nightmares and the drinking. You need serious help.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles. “Can’t a man just be tired?”

You choke back tears. “I love you so much. I want to be your wife more than anything in the world, but–”

“But nothing! Let’s just get married, like I said! C’mon, babe. Just you and me.”

“No. I can’t. Not with you like this,” you take a deep breath, your voice trembling. “Eddie, if you don’t get help, I-I can’t marry you. I can’t be with you. I can support you while you get help, but I can’t fix you. I wish I could. I wish I could take away all your pain, b-but I can’t. Please, please get help.”

“I don’t need help. I’m fine, and if you can’t accept that, then maybe we shouldn’t be together anyway.” 

“I think you should stay with Wayne,” you say, twisting the ring off of your finger. You place it in his hand. “I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“No, you don’t. If you loved me, you wouldn’t be doing this.” He shoves the ring in his pocket and heads into the bedroom. “I’ll pack my bags.”

“I can…I can call Wayne. You can’t drive like this,” you say softly, but he doesn’t answer.

Wayne comes by as Eddie finishes throwing his clothes into a suitcase. The old man stands at your door wordlessly, and you cry as Eddie leaves. He turns around, and for a second you’re filled with hope that he’ll change his mind and get help. Instead he says cruelly, “Don’t cry. This was your choice. Live with it.” Wayne mouths a silent I’m sorry as he ushers his nephew to the car.

You know you did the right thing. He’s going to die if he doesn’t get help, and you can’t enable him. You won’t. Still, it doesn’t stop the tears from falling.

~

You get a call ten days later, and you recognize Wayne’s gruff voice as soon as you hear it.

“He went to rehab. Gonna cost us a pretty penny, but he went yesterday.”

Relief floods through your veins. You don’t know what this means for your relationship, but Eddie is trying to get better, and that’s what matters.

“When can we visit?” 

“They said thirty days. I can take you with me if you want.”

You nod before realizing that he can’t see you. “That would be great, Wayne. Thank you so much.”

“No, Y/N, thank you,” he clears his throat. “If you didn’t say anything, he’d still be drinking himself into an early grave. He’s doing this for him, but he’s also doing this for you. He wouldn’t stop crying about losing you.”

“I love him, Wayne,” is all you can manage. “I’d do anything for him.”

~

The rehab center is quaint and quiet. You’re fidgeting as you wait for Eddie, a much different feeling than when you waited for him to come home a few months ago. You and Wayne sit on the couch when Eddie comes out. His eyes light up when he sees you and his uncle. You’re unsure whether or not to hug him, but he makes the choice for you, pulling you up and holding you.

“I am so, so sorry. I was horrible to you, and you didn’t deserve any of it. You’re the reason I’m alive, Y/N.” He leans in to kiss you, but you pull away.

“Say hi to Wayne,” you practically whisper, and he does, but there’s a confused look on his face.

“I’ll give you two some time,” Wayne offers as he steps out to give you privacy.

“Eddie,” you begin, “I’m so proud of you for getting help. I love seeing you healthy, but…you need to stay healthy. You have to stay sober, and you have to keep talking to someone about the nightmares.”

Eddie swallows. “It’s called PTSD. Add it to the list of reasons why Eddie Munson is fucked up,” he jokes lamely, but it earns him a small smile. “And I know. After this 90 days, I’m going to outpatient therapy, and I’ll go to AA and get a sponsor and everything. I want to get better and stay better.”

He shuffles his feet and reaches into his pocket. “Will you…will you wear your ring again? If I break my promise, you can take it off. But I’m committed to you, and committed to treatment. I’m going to do my best, I swear.”

You consider his sincerity, the pleading in his eyes, your history together. “As long as you take care of yourself, just like you are now, then, yes. Yes, we can get re-engaged.” You let him slip the ring on your finger and kiss him, arms wrapped around his waist. “But I think we should have a longer engagement. I know you don’t want to wait, but I want to make sure…”

Eddie takes your hands. “Y/N, whatever I need to do to earn your trust again, I’ll do it. I’ll wait a million years, if that’s what it takes.”

You laugh again, more genuinely this time. “It better not take that long, Munson. I don’t wanna be all old and wrinkly in my wedding dress.”

~

With three years of sobriety under his belt, Eddie once again is faced with the heartbreaking task of deployment. This time, things are different. For starters, you’re now his wife, and have been for almost a year. He also knows that he’s going to attend an AA meeting the day he gets home. He’s packed a journal so he can write down how he feels and note any major changes in mood. He doesn’t want to hurt himself or you or Wayne anymore.

You and Wayne drop him off at the airport. He gives you each a hug, holding you tight against his body. “I’m gonna miss you both so damn much,” he says. “I love you guys.”

“Six months will fly by, son, and you’ll be home before you know it,” Wayne comforts him, placing a hand on his back.

“I’ll be counting down the days till I’m back with you two,” Eddie replies.

“You mean, us three,” you say softly.

“Three?” Eddie furrows his brows, confused. “You, Wayne, and…”

“Baby Munson,” you tell him, placing his hands on your stomach. There’s no bump yet, but something flutters as he touches you.

“Are you…are you serious?” Eddie kisses your smiling lips before you can reply. “How far along are you?”

“Only about a month. The doctor confirmed it yesterday.” Eddie’s beaming, and you can see Wayne smiling the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from the stoic man.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Eddie says incredulously. “That’s my little baby in there.” He points at your stomach.

“Baby’s gonna be a whole lot bigger the next time you see me,” you tease. “I’ll be seven months pregnant, and then we’ll only have two months until we get to meet him or her.”

Eddie nuzzles your neck lovingly. “My beautiful wife, pregnant with my beautiful baby.” He crouches down and speaks directly to your tummy.

“Hi, baby. I can’t get home soon enough. I don’t want to wait to meet you.”