#i love scout more than my body can actually handle

[luvvixu]

mind over matter pt. 3

synopsis: witness how your marriage was bound to fall apart with you on the front seat and your husband gojo had missed the show—now, he gotta figure out the story on his own.

content: arrange marriage au, angst, husband!gojo, mean!gojo, mention of blood, strong languages, some unsettling scenarios, emotional trauma, read at your own risk

a/n: yooooo, finally an update!! thanks for waiting everyone~ i actually took a small break because my friends and i had a beach outing and that was great!

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you feel like you had the longest dream in your entire life the moment you slowly open your eyes and reveal the white plain ceiling with matching beeping sound coming out from the machine.

it takes a second or two to realize that you're in a hospital.

like a seemingly newborn, your half lidded eyes traveled across the room until it reached the sight of some peculiar white haired male with his face buried on your arm, sleeping uncomfortably while sitting on the cold hard chair.

you could feel your whole body ache when you tried to move some parts of your body to stop it from numbing when you noticed some kind of empty feeling—like something was missing.

it did not take you a while to realize that your stomach feels so empty right now, and you know it's not because you're hungry, but because you couldn't feel your baby anymore.

an anguish screech escapes from your mouth when you realize that the baby isn't part of your body anymore. tears stream like a waterfall as your body automatically sits up and hugs your lower body, specifically your stomach, because you cannot accept the fact that your baby has been taken away from you.

this immediately woken satoru up and started to console you. “hey, hey, y/n! i’m here. i'm here.” his voice was soft and comforting but there's a hint of shakiness due to your sudden outburst.

“satoru, my baby! i can't feel my baby! my baby is gone!” as an upcoming loving mother, it hurts you so bad that you'd rather die than to accept this.

the sound of the machine keeps on loudly pulsating, meaning that your heart rate is rising quickly and it's dangerous for you to get stressed since you just came out from the operation.

“y/n! the baby is fine. our baby is fine. they were being cured by the best doctors so don't worry.” pulling your body close to his, satoru caresses your hair and keeps on murmuring some comforting words to calm you down.

but it seems that his actions were no avail when he saw your lower stomach bleeding. feels like his own blood had disappeared, his pale face becomes more paler when your extreme sadness cry turns to extremely painful cry.

his body seemingly moves on its own and presses the button to call for help while still managing to calm you down.

“where's my baby? g-give me back my baby! satoru, do something!” it pains satoru to see you like this. a whole crying mess who cannot even digest the fact that her baby was in intensive care so they can become better.

suddenly, the door in your room opened, revealing the doctor and their nurse—shoko was there too. they immediately inject you with midazolam to calm you down and it works almost instantly. satoru watches your body go limp as your wound continues to bleed.

satoru and shoko were instructed to wait outside as they transfer you to another room to tend your wounds. after you were scouted to exit the scene, satoru fell on his knees and leaned his back on the wall.

god, what did you do to deserve this kind of thing?

letting out a soft sob, satoru prayed once again—something that he just learned yesterday. he prayed that all of your pain, burden, suffering, and all must disappear because satoru couldn't list any single reason why you must suffer like this.

“you should go back at least for now, gojo. i’ll handle things here while you freshen yourself up.” shoko suggested but satoru just shook his head, refusing to leave your side.

“don't be a fucking stubborn. you still have other things to do, don't forget that.” shoko hissed.

“but i need to be by her side. i need to be there to support her whatever i can.” satoru slowly let himself up and looked shoko straight in the eye.

“do you think she still needs you to be by her side? oh please, not after what you had done.” the doctor rolled her eyes as she toys with the unlit cigarette on her lips.

for some reason, satoru was having a deja vu, it was like they're in her clinic once again and they argue where you heard things that you shouldn't have. as much as satoru would like to shut her down, he's worried that you might hear him say nasty things that he didn't mean to say.

“shoko, please…i know you're mad at me and you wanted to be hostile towards me. i actually don't care if you hurt me or insult me, just not now. i need to stand by her side and i don't need you to tell me what to do.” satoru stood up and his gaze on shoko became hard.

the doctor just tsked and decided to drop the conversation for your sake. there's a whole silence in the atmosphere when satoru suddenly thinks about your little breakdown earlier. you're looking at your child and he is too. he really wants to go to the baby but he thinks it would be better if the two of you are together.

satoru was excited to see his baby, sure. but something inside stirs up something that he personally couldn't explain. was it because he remembers your conversation when he first knew of your pregnancy? that he found himself unable to answer your questions during that night?

but whatever the reasons are, satoru was ultimately willing to ignore it and just focus on becoming a better husband and now a new father towards his child with you.

the strongest sorcerer of his generation, the one and only satoru gojo, the pride of his clan, your husband on papers, your most hated person, your child's father—swore to himself that he will treat his son as his own flesh and blood, not as the heir that will dethrone him from being the pride.

and most of them all, he swore to himself that you will be treated way, way better than everyone, specifically and especially him. satoru will patch up the wounds that he had caused you.

but not all wounds can be treated by a mere bandaid.

an hour had passed and now you're once again in your room, but this time, you're more than calm as you finally understood the situation—thanks to shoko who patiently explains everything to you.

like right now, she's standing by the end of your bed while satoru was on his seat just like the first time you saw him in this hospital. shoko carefully and softly explained what was going on with you and gave you some sort of assurance.

“you suffered from placenta abruption which caused your placenta to detach from the inner walls of your uterus. it unables the baby to receive oxygen and nutrients with the placenta detached. that is why the doctors had no choice but to put you into a cesarean delivery so it can save both of your lives.”

“and about your baby, don't worry, they're in safe hands. currently in the neonatal intensive care unit where the baby is under process of developing it since it came out during your six months of pregnancy and is premature.” she continued.

then, shoko put a hand on your shoulder, slightly massaging it to give you some comfort. “worry not, y/n. we're not going to let anything hurt your baby. they're safe here and are guarded with blessings and restrictions so no other curses or unauthorized people could touch your child.”

all this time shoko speak, your head was hanging low and it seems like you're having a hard time digesting everything. but you still get what she meant by putting you under a cesarean because it's the only way to save you and your baby's life—which you're incredibly grateful for.

“c…can i see my baby?” your tone was quite hushed, probably because you hadn't really talked to anyone after what happened to you.

shoko gently shook her head and gave you an apologetic smile. “i am so sorry, y/n. but you need to rest first and we, the doctors, recommended you to not move too much since it can open up your cesarean stitches once again.”

to everyone’s relief, you nodded at her words, like you agreed to get better first before seeing your child.

“alright, i gotta excuse myself now. i have an appointment later this afternoon.” shoko gives you a smile before sending a knowing gaze at the man beside you, saying ‘you better not forget that you still have other things to do’ look.

“mhm. take care and thank you for helping me during all of this, shoko.” you replied tried to return the same smile but it only reached a have, you just wished she could feel your sincerity towards her.

“i don't accept thank you’s, yet. i can only accept it if i see you in a much better condition. so if you want me to say you're welcome, then get better.” her words make you giggle a little but you take that as a note.

giving you a one last smile and a secretive glare at your husband, she finally left the scene…and that leaves you two, you and your husband. silence engulfs the whole room, only the sound of your beeping monitor keeps on echoing and adds awkwardness to the atmosphere.

you take a small peak at satoru who's looking at an empty space somewhere, looking like he's in a deep thought. you're not sure if you want to talk to him or not, but taking the preceding events from earlier, you see no reason.

on the other hand, satoru was lost in his thoughts because he's trying to construct everything that he needed to say to you. he's kinda bad at impromptu when it comes to you and mostly forgot his points and other subtopics because he's being blinded by the emotions that keeps on distracting him.

satoru also noticed your small gazes towards him and it feels like you're not planning to talk to him first, so he finally initiated a conversation.

“do you feel any pain in your body?” he asked you.

however, it took you a while to answer because you're not sure if your following responses are gonna be normal, sarcastic, or not answering at all. but you choose the first one because the two other choices would most likely put you into stress and makes your healing process becomes slower.

“my tummy hurts but i'm fine…and i'm also hungry.” you replied, that's it.

satoru was glad that you're answering him…well. anyway, he smiled at you and carried on with the conversation. “if the pain gets worse or it causes you discomfort, you must tell me immediately. and about that hunger, we still need to wait at least eight hours for you to eat something heavy. but for now, you can only take liquids and…the doctor said you could eat oatmeal and eggs—maybe we should get that. the doctor also to avoid greasy food and it would take at least six weeks for you to recover, and then…what are the other things he said again?”

while satoru was busy yapping, you slowly think that he's speaking to himself more than he's speaking to you because of how concentrated he looked and it somehow brings some sort of warmth in your chest because he really tries himself to remember all of the things that the doctors had prescribed him for you.

“satoru…” you called out to him, but he's still busy talking about do’s and don'ts and keeps on going while you occasionally call his name.

“satoru.” he's still busy talking.

“...satoru?” yep, still talking.

his yappings are getting too long and you're running out of thin patience, so you hold into his arms and that makes him look at you and stop talking instantly. breathe in relief, you finally stopped him from his own shenanigans.

“i—i’m sorry, i talked too much.” satoru awkwardly chuckles to himself, but you just shrugged it off. “anyway, what is it?” he asked.

“satoru, i was wondering…how did i end up here? all i know is i was in my room, i feel my tummy hurts really bad and it got me so worried about my baby. then all of the sudden, there's blood seeping down on my legs then everything black out.” you said.

“well…” then satoru proceeds into another minutes of yapping about what happened based on what they had said to him back then. you'd understand that yuuji and megumi were planning to cheer you up by a surprise room visit when they smelled blood and that made them instantly realize that something was going on with you. so they called shoko and yaga to break into the room, and there they saw you lying in your own pool of blood.

nodding slowly, the question that was formed because of the preceding events were finally put into the end. “oh, so that's what happened. anyways, do you think yuuji and megumi could be here tomorrow? i wanted to thank them.”

“sure. i’ll come with them tomorrow. but now, let's get you some light foods so you can sleep tonight.” satoru stood up but he froze as his feet were not walking. you watch him turn back to you while you give him a confused look.

“will you be alright being alone for like…five minutes? i’m just gonna be quick and get you some food. i promise i’ll be back before you know it.” you just let him do what he wants and just continue watching him. satoru looked at you for a long seconds, rather seemingly so hesitant. but you told him you'll be fine and just do his thing, so satoru assured you once again that he'll be back then uses his teleportation.

now, you're alone (for a while) in this room. your thoughts wandered towards your baby who you knew is in the same building as yours. you really want to run towards that room where they are located but you forcefully shut yourself because it'll just make things worse. you're still in the process of healing and you want to be at your strongest when you're with your baby.

but something was still arguing inside your head. it's the desire to run towards your child and the desire to get better—

“y/n.”

“shit!”

something—no, someone was suddenly in the room. it was satoru who's pouting at you like a puppy who got lost. his sudden appearance makes the beeping machine beside you go wild as you curse out profanity because you're that shocked.

thankfully, your heart beat becomes normal again and nothing bad happens. but you'll be sure to send out a death glare to your husband who's still pouting.

“what the actual fuck, satoru?! do you want me to die of a heart attack?!” you glared at him, still your hand is at your chest.

“i'm sorry about that. but i cannot bring myself to leave you like that even for a minute.” he said.

“i told you i'll be fine. you don't need to guard me 24/7 anyway, so go and grab or do whatever you want.”

“no!” satoru whined…and that surprises you, because this might be the first time you saw him whine like a child, especially without any involvement of alcohol or sugar to activate this kind of his system. this was just a new sight to you.

“then how are you going to get some food?”

“i’ll just have them deliver it here.”

“seriously? you're going to order and deliver oatmeal and eggs?” your eyes were wide at his crazy idea. like yeah seriously, for an oatmeal and eggs? he could literally get it from a convenience store.

“what? i'm gonna order some food for myself too, you know.” he pouts, again.

“okay, you order your food online. and we'll get mine at a convenience store.”

“what? no! i told you i don't want to leave you alone.”

“then i’ll come with you. we'll go and buy my food together if you're really that worried about leaving me alone.” you said sarcastically.

“what the hell is that suggestion? absolutely not!” satoru gasps. he's so dramatic.

“well then, i’ll just starve!” you huff at him before turning your head away from him.

“i—wait, i'm sorry. i really can't force myself to be away from you. i'm just scared that when i'm gone even for just a minute, s-something might happen again and i’m not there to help you out instantly.” the sad look on his face is back, similar to what he looked like when he confronted you in the hallway.

after hearing his explanation, you turned back to him and said, “there are things that come unexpectedly. you cannot also force yourself to stick with just in case an emergency would occur, you'd be there. for all that i know, you still have other things to do, like you have your priorities.”

“but you're my priority,” he said seriously. well that caught you off guard.

“whatever, just go and get me some food.” you brush it off.

“...”

“...ok.”

the night ended with satoru eating his ordered food happily while you were still glaring at the man because he really stick to his words and ordered your food online instead of just running to a convenience store or buying the hospital once. although, it makes you wonder, how is there a plain, plain! oatmeal and a boiled egg that has been selling online?

well, whatever it is, at least your hunger has lessened and your relationship with satoru has gotten…at least a little better.

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[multiheadcanons]

I TELEPATHICALLY CHANNEL ALL OF MY PERIOD PAINS AND TRANSFER IT TO THE MERCS AND DONT CHANGE THE PRONOUNS.

scout: scout is god’s favorite. he exercises so often that he doesn’t really experience cramps, and though his cycle is heavy it only lasts a few days. serious mood swings too. don’t show him any sad shit because it will profoundly affect him and he will cry. and then he’ll get mad at you because he’s crying. then you have to go make amends. and you better do it right or you’ll piss him off more. tries not to jump as often because he hates the feeling of it when he’s on his period.

soldier: no noticeable change but the cravings go crazy. literally posted in the kitchen at all times, if not cooking something staring intently at the microwave, honestly he’s probably doing both. likes the heat of the oven on his stomach. someone get him a rice sock to put in the microwave— actually maybe don’t. that’s a weapon. you just gave him a weapon. he’ll actually fight you with it if he gets pissed off enough. please don’t get hit by soldier’s rice sock.

pyro: posted in the shower, and it’s like a sauna in there. the heat relaxes their muscles; and they feel a little closer to normal. on the field, they do their best to not let it affect them, but sometimes the blood pooling in the suit makes them want to throw up. can’t handle the smell of it as they literally bake in their suit. they’re in the shower if they’re not on the field. and they’ve never been more grateful for their bed being so soft.

demo: cramping, bleeding, and pissy. will take a page out of scout’s book and switch out his grenade launcher for his sword and run more often to alleviate the cramps. can’t take any medication for any of the pains because he drinks too much, so he doubles the dose when he takes aspirins for the hangovers and calls it a day. also is in bed if he isn’t on the field. and unnecessarily touchy. the pressure of a hug feels good on his back. just starts draping himself across anyone who’s unfortunate enough to sit in the same room as him, and closes his eyes and tries to sleep. the team has learned it’s because he wants some pressure placed on his stomach. they’ll generally oblige for him. it’s not too much to ask for a belly rub here and there.

heavy: the cramps don’t bother him. the mood swings he can handle… mainly. it’s the cravings. the cravings kill him. there is no reason he should want a deep fried pickle encrusted in a fruity pebble beer batter and garnished with cilantro and lime, but dammit does he so bad. that’s when he starts making scooby-doo level sandwiches. and he’s so sentimental. it doesn’t seem so, but the random “i value you as a member of the team” from heavy goes so far for the team’s morale. dont cry about it, because he will tear up and reaffirm that you are loved and he loves you. and don’t let him and scout sync up or they’re both going to watch sad movies and cry on each other’s shoulders. what saps.

engineer: god’s favorite… kinda. generally light cycles, no cramps, but they last like a week and a half and his body in general just aches. back hurts, legs hurt, arms hurt, shoulders hurt, major headaches. he’s pounding ibuprofen like it’s going out of style. he could really use a massage, but he feels awkward complaining. so he grits his teeth and gets to work. more sour than normal, but it’s not mood swings. he is in physical pain. it’s like he can feel every bone in his body, and he’s feeling them age in real time. sometimes, if the doctor catches him eating ibuprofen, engie can get a quick massage out of him. enough to give temporary relief from the aches. obviously not enough to give real relief, but enough that whichever body part isn’t working works… a little more. the first time engie got a massage, the doctor just started firmly knocking on his tibia, and engie’s eyes were opened to what it could potentially feel like to have a bolt screwed into his body. his legs felt like jelly, and he had never felt better for battle!

medic: dead in the infirmary. leave him alone. bad cramps, thick clots in his cycles. luckily they only last about five days but he is in pain pretty much every day of it. it pisses him off. it’s exhausting, he’s exhausted, and he wears way too much white and cream to be bleeding the way he does. takes it out on the field. he’ll fistfight you if you get close enough for his arms to reach. fuck the bonesaw, these hands got guaranteed crits. prefers cold compresses over warm ones, though he knows they’re less effective. warming devices overheat him too quickly to use them often, and he prefers to be cold. the ubers help a lot, but once the charge is over the pain returns. at that point he’s taking the whole uterus out. fuck the dumb shit. normally asleep on the operating table, and if you catch him slipping you’ll see blood on his pants. if you bring it up he’ll kill you.

sniper: dead in the van. leave him alone. not as bad as it could be, in comparison to the other mercs, but the second the bleeding starts he is pissed off at worst and irrevocably annoyed at best. cramps hit him very specifically as he’s sitting. and he sits a lot on the job. but standing hurts his feet. he can’t win any way he slices it, and that pisses him off. he starts feeling some type of way about his job, which pisses him off, he’s just very pissy on his period. ultra mega major shit talker. and he will back it up if he has to, then be pissed he got himself in that position. jarate is shelved for the moment. he might be gross but he���s not a freak. the period cravings go crazy, hide the whole fridge. but if he goes in there and the fridge is empty, guess what? he’s gonna be pissed. he will beg someone to get in that kitchen and cook. he will pay for a hot meal. he’d pay ten times the market price for a bag of chips right now. he’s on the verge of tears from the hunger he’s feeling. then his stomach hurts because he’s eating like garbage. and guess what…. yeah you know, he’s gonna get pissed off.

spy: dead in the smoking room. leave him alone. god’s most hated. body aches, mood swings, migraines, cramps for a week. some of those cramps will drop him to the floor, and he hasn’t quite learned how to not react to the pain, so he stays in the smoking room for as long as he can. he’s on as much pain medication as he can be on without destroying his organs. cigarette consumption doubles. bags under his eyes from uncomfortable sleep. on the verge of tears pretty much at all times, and he never knows why. he’s just more distraught than usual. but if you actually piss him off he’ll just shoot you in the foot.

[in1-nutshell]

Hi! Can we get more Nova and Bumblebee please?

Maybe Bumblebee starts too realize slowly about Nova and his own feeling.

The pinning has finally finished!

Hope you enjoy!

Bumblebee and Nova confess?

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Cybertronian reader

G1

Raoul was sick and tired of hearing about the drama Tracks had.

Now normally he would be all in for hearing about bot stories from the flying car, but lately it had turned into an endless rant about how it was going to probably take the ending of the war to get Bumblebee and Nova to confess.

He had had enough!

Raoul: “Tracks, I love ya man, but can you PLEASE talk about anything else besides those two!” Tracks: “Well, no one is asking you to stay.” Raoul: “I’m just tryina hear abou da new stuff on base and here ya are talking about Bee and Bova! I’m sick of it!” Tracks just huffs at this. Raoul: “I swear. Ya know what? I bet I can get those two bozos together faster than you can drive.” Tracks: “Yeah right. No offense Raoul but those two are as dense as your skull.” Raoul: “Some offense taken. Then let’s make things interesting. If I can get them together on an actual date by the end of the month, you have ta drive and fly me for a week.” Tracks: “Raoul if you get them to go on a date, I’ll drive and fly you anywhere for a month.” Raoul: “Deal!”

Raoul has most of the basics down on both bots… but apparently completely forgot that she was a dinobot.

Bit of a surprise, but you know what, he is still doing this.

Cranks up all his confidence and swagger in his body up by 100 the moment he steps out of Track’s alt mode.

He heads straight to the bot, who was happily chatting with Bumblebee.

Raoul: “Yo what’s up?” Nova looks down in surprise. Nova: “Hello? Who you?” Raoul: “The name’s Raoul, gorgeous. I’mma a friend of Tracks.” She was pretty for a bot, but not his type. Nova: “Tracks friend?” Raoul: “Yes siree. I’ve heard a ton about ya Nova, especially about ya being a dinobot, and being strong. I’d sure like ta see a cutie like you in action.” Nova smiles at him. Nova: “Nova can show friend Raoul! Come! Come!” Raoul and Nova happily talk as they make their way out of the Ark. Every bot who witnessed this: “…” Prowl: “What was that?” Jazz: “I think I need Ratchet to check my optics…” Blaster turns to Tracks: “I didn’t know Raoul was into bots.” Tracks: “He isn’t!” Bumblebee was standing in the same place trying to process what had just happened. Bumblebee: “That was… weird?” Grimlock is slowly blinking and trying to wrap around his processor how this new human took away his scout from the love of her life. Grimlock: “Me Grimlock can’t handle love triangle today…”

No one has any idea what just happened.

And this is not the end of it.

Nova was out with her new friend almost every day.

She always seemed to be by the humans side from patrol routes to hang out spots.

There was a clear trust gained within those couple of days.

Raoul went from walking by her side, to sitting on top of her helm in dino mode.

A sign of extreme trust.

New bets are made in the betting pool concerning whether Bee or Raoul would end up going out with Nova.

Grimlock is just watching all of this from afar and banging his helm.

Ratchet and Wheeljack are trying to stop him from making a hole in the Ark with his helm slamming.

Bumblebee has no idea what to think about this.

He was so used to having Nova close by, it felt wrong to have her so far.

Sure, they had been separated before on missions and when on different patrol routes, but this was different.

She was giving Raoul HIS smiles!

Wait—what did he just say?

Bumblebee wakes up at 3 in the morning as the Brick of Love had hit him square in the face. He liked Nova. He liked his best friend. Bumblebee: “Oh Sweet Primus…” He gets up and walks a bit around the Ark. Jazz was dragging Prowl to the berth when they both spot Bumblebee. Jazz: “Bee? You okay man? It’s kinda late for a stroll.” Prowl: “Did something happen?” Bumblebee: “I just had a realization, that’s all.” Prowl: “What is it?” Bumblebee looks a bit nervous. Bumblebee: “Promise you won’t laugh?” Both mech nod and wait. Bumblebee: “I think I like Nova... like more than a friend.” Prowl and Jazz: “…” Prowl vents and face palms. Prowl: “Thank Primus I thought it was serious.” Bumblebee: “What?” Jazz brings him to a side hug. Jazz: “Congrats Bee. You’re the last to know.” Bumblebee: “Wait? It was that obvious?” Prowl: “Bumblebee, everyone knows Nova has feelings for you.” Bumblebee: “…Even Grimlock?” Jazz: “Especially Grimlock.”

After some encouraging words from the two Bee walked back to his berth.

He did try to go back to sleep but couldn’t.

After the realization, he needed to talk to Nova.

It could have been his last chance if Raoul hadn’t taken that too.

In hindsight, he knew it was probably not a good idea to sneak into the dinobots quarters.

Most of them slept in their dino modes in a circle or giant pile.

Why a pile? He didn’t know and it didn’t look comfy either.

Thank Primus it was circle today.

As carefully and quietly as he could he sneaked to Nova’s side and gently tapped her helm.

Her optics slowly opened as she let out a yawn.

He told her in a hushed voice to follow him.

Not yet understanding everything, she let the yellow bot grab her servo and lead her away from the circle.

The pair was now outside the Ark as the first signs of the sun started showing in the sky. Nova yawns again finally noticing how Bumblebee hadn’t let go of her servo. Her frame started heating up. Nova: “Why Bumblebee bring Nova outside? It very early.” Bumblebee: “Well… You see I…umm… Nova I…” Nova looked at the yellow mech now concerned. Nova: “Something wrong?” Bumblebee: “No its just… You know what I’m just going to say it!” Nova: “Bumblebee?” Bumblebee: “I like you! I like you a lot!” Nova froze in place. She tilted her helm at him with near pleading optics. Nova: “Is that true? You like like Nova?” Bumblebee nods before looking down embarrassed, missing the new brightness in her optics. Bumblebee: “I think I have for a while but never acted until Raoul came.” Nova: “Friend Raoul? Why? He is friend.” Bumblebee: “Really? I thought maybe you two had something—” CLANK! The smaller mech was suddenly trapped in a tight hug by the taller dinobot. She curled her tail around his pedes as her chassis made a low purring noise. Nova: “Raoul is friend. Nova like like Bumblebee only.” Bumblebee let out a laugh of relief as he hugged her back. They broke from the hug and opted to sit next to each other and wait for the sun to rise. Meanwhile in the Ark… Grimlock wakes up first and notices Nova’s spot empty. Grimlock: “Nova? Nova! Swoop! Snarl! Sludge! Slag! Where Nova at!?”

While having several panicky dinobot’s wake up everyone wasn’t the best start for most of the bots on base, it was worth it when they saw Bee and Nova holding servos.

Both with the same lovesick look on each other’s faces.

It finally happened!

There was much rejoice that the two had finally confessed and announced they weren’t going to be available in the evening.

Grimlock is now torn between celebrating or giving Bee the shovel talk that he has seen on TV.

… Probably celebrate first, then talk.

And a happy Raoul got his rides for an entire month.

[justhereformyblorbos]

finished the young blood book! Though it’s definitely YA rather than as mature, it gave me a lot of nostalgia for the post-S1 fics where people thought they were goin gto be ported to childhood, and I thought the little details and the way the characters were characterized was actually really good! I loved how many parallels there were to canon and the further elaboration on the day to day life of the Umbrella Academy (and Viktor)

I wouldn’t take the book as a 100% canon source, but here are some disconnected small details that I enjoyed: SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

- Twice trying to wrangle the hargreeves is referred to as “herding cats”, which is very accurate

- Grace custom sews their outfits and adjusts them for each member 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Luther gets a new one every time he grows, Diego has secret compartments for his knives, Ben has tentacle openings, Viktor’s looks a little too big on him

- I could definitely see how this Luther turns into S1 Luther but also he’s such a good guy. He just wants to help people and receive hugs

- Diego;;; my goodness. He loves his mom and also very much has a black and white view of justice. This is when he figures out he likes all black utility gear rather than the uniform

- Allison )::: allison )::: It’s so weird to see her feel out of place among other girls considering she grows up to be a famous actress but I think it was a good moment, as well as foreshadowing for her whole issues with the rumors

- Klaus is so vibrant here. He learned how to hotwire a car (They call Hargreeves’ car Hermes) at 12 from a ghost, regularly sneaks out of the house through the sewage system (the siblings refuse to do this) and is the life of the party

- Five was mentioned and acknowledged a couple times and every time it made me go ): The revelation that Ben had a daily check-in with Klaus asking about whether he could see Five or not and always believed Five was out there somewhere destroyed me. My crumbs ): oh ):

- Ben is my favorite character so I’m so glad he gets a POV here and an actual voice! He definitely has a good heart but also definitely doesn’t fall into the solely “shy and totally passive” stereotype <3 also im just happy for content of umbrella ben i miss him

- Viktor!!! He isn’t sure if Mom claps for his violin because of if he’s actually good or. He’s very lonely but the kids do include him a little bit which is lovely. Definitely some parallels to S1 canon. Also! Some Viktor trans moments where he ruminates on that for a little bit without knowing the actual cause, the mirror line has relevance here. I thought it was handled nicely but obviously I can’t speak on experiences that aren’t my own.

Other misc details:

- Ben gets calmer under high pressure situations and therefore becomes pretty good at pool despite never having played

- Klaus likes to jump from roofs for the fun of it and just thinks his body is extremely resilient to head trauma. Klaus. Klaus no. 😭

- Diego uses “Boy Scout” as a insult for Luther, who doesn’t mind because Boy Scouts are supposed to be dependable

- Diego has always been pretty good at dancing

- The Umbrella Academy never stick around to clean up after themselves on missions

- Ben and Viktor can fit together in the passenger seat

- Favorite meals: Ben likes PB+J and potato chips, Klaus likes bubblegum ice cream, Diego likes roast beef, Luther hamburger and fries, and a hot dog for Allison (though according to her it hasn’t been her fav food in years, and also she forgot Five’s favorite and Viktor’s favorite)

- Klaus listens to heavy metal (to drown out the ghosts), Allison likes pop music

- Viktor learned how to drive one year before this book, taught by Pogo. He has his license! Klaus knows how to drive too but he drives much more recklessly lol

- Allison once had a solo magazine cover and she can’t remember whether she rumored for it or not (foreshadowing)

- Ben has never told anyone that the tentacles hurt when they come out ())):) [BODY HORROR TW] They are also literally slithering under his ski, he can feel em with his organs, and the skin is tender where they come out

- Allison knows CPR. and uses it after one of the siblings has a near death experience 👍

[machiroads]

The number of neutered creatures in my household now outnumbers unneutered creatures 2 to 1 😎

Over 5 years after deciding I did not want to bear children, and almost 3 years in the Socialized Medicine queue for elective surgery, I finally got my tubes removed yesterday 🎉

I had to bring in a urine sample, and you don't realize how hot the human body is until you have to handle a mason jar full of fresh piss

The vibes of the hospital building itself were fuck-awful, which is approximately what I expect from a brutalist style building built in the 1980s. (Half the buildings at my alma mater were brutalist, I did my time in Concrete Jail.) Strangely dimly lit, beige af. I would have loved a splash of Children's Hospital Red.

The staff were all wonderful. The admissions nurse was like "Do you work in medicine? You sound like you know what you're doing." Which. Is very funny. Because I do not work in medicine, I have just done The Research. for My Fictions.

I randomly read a Reddit thread a couple weeks ago about getting the IV in on the first try, and I jinxed the anesthesiology person (I think she was a med student or a resident) by saying "Gonna get it in on the first try? :)" and she was like "haha of course :/" and then. She blew the vein in my left hand. After I told her and the main doctor that the phlebotomy people at the blood clinic prefer the right side, and after she spent like 2 minutes tapping around on my hand. My bad.

The first and last conversation I had with my mother on this topic was 5 years ago, she told me "don't do something you'll regret". Waking up, and still loopy on anesthesia, one of my first thoughts was a very teary "I'm free". In vino veritas.

The gas they inflated my abdomen with is actually more painful than the incisions themselves. Gum + hot tea + heating pad were my BFFs yesterday. I'm feeling a lot better today already.

I'm booked off work until next Monday and everyone has been very nice about my "minor surgery" and I feel kind of bad cuz it's like. There's not actually anything wrong with me, I'm getting elective surgery to sterilize myself. But regardless, it was nice to know they care. The only people I actually told what I was having done are my boss (who also doesn't have kids at 40+) and my tech (who is also on the fence about having kids). My in-laws also know, by virtue of proximity and my husband having to play chauffeur + chore boy on a long weekend lol.

My period is scheduled for next week so I'm glad I have the whole week off lol. We'll see how well tramadol does for cramps because they gave me 30 capsules and I definitely feel like I won't need that many for the surgical pain. It's actually kind of nuts how much cheaper actual opioids are than my stupid dermatologist-prescribed acne cream. 30 bucks for 30 pills versus like 170 bucks for a little tube of cream (before insurance).

I have a whole whack of YouTube videos and AO3 tabs that have been waiting for attention, so hopefully I can chug through a bunch of that this week 💪

Anyway thanks for reading my rambles, here's a bonus Nurse Scout giving 0 fucks that I have abdominal incisions

[odo-apologist]

After doing the dream blunt rotation meme, I can't stop thinking about what characters from Ghosts would be like if you were high with them. So here's how I think that would go (with some input from my friend @poorcousingaila):

Allison- While I feel like Allison might have been someone who'd get a bit anxious/overwhelmed while high pre-series, having to deal with seeing ghosts all the time grants her greater confidence under these more mundane of circumstances and would probably leave her pretty unfazed. She'd be a good, helpful presence while you were high, but given how much she already has to do for the ghosts and how stressful things are for her normally, you'd feel a bit bad seeking her help

The Captain- Immediately spirals into paranoia. Thinks The Enemy (TM) is after him. He either drags into the spiral with him or you have to spend the entire trip convincing him that he is not in danger and there are no spies in their midst and the war has been over for decades. Afterwards he insists he was completely calm and collected, acting within absolutely reasonable parameters

Fanny- Initially adamantly refuses to partake in what she finds is a disgraceful activity. If she were to give in (highly improbable but let's suspend disbelief a moment), one expects her to get more uptight, but she surprisingly mellows out and becomes uncharacteristically relaxed. But she'd probably be too wrapped up in her own trip that she wouldn't be attentive if you were having a bad trip. She refuses to talk about it once she's sober

Humphrey- Humphrey seems like someone who would be pretty cool while high. He'd be a decent person to talk with and a good contender for a supportive guide through your trip, willing to listen and talk you through it. If he is lacking his body, though, it is possible that seeing a severed head might not be ideal while tripping. Still, I think his demeanor makes up for that

Julian- I love Julian but he is undeniably insufferable. He's already quite difficult to handle while perpetually tipsy, regaling everyone with stories of his sexual escapades and Tory activities and behaving without taking others into consideration, I can't imagine he'd be better under the influence of more substances. Then again, there's a good possibility he was more than just indulging in alcohol when he died, so there might not be too much of a change?

Kitty- It's probable that Kitty's cheerfulness reaches new heights while stoned, gets exponentially more giggly. Her intensity and enthusiasm also increases which can be overwhelming, but I think this also means she'd actually be great at calming you down if you get nervous or upset during the trip, as long as she doesn't get too distracted by something else

Mary- In a similar vein as The Captain, gets very very paranoid and scared while high. She gets jumpy and whimpery and can't sit still, probably bolts off, and tries to get you to come with her to hide somewhere from whatever she thinks is out to get you both. If her fear doesn't rub off on you, it just makes you really sad

Mike- A chill guy to blaze with. He gives the vibe that he gets very relaxed when he's stoned, probably just wants to sprawl on a couch and watch silly comedy movies. The only con is I feel like he'd get intense cases of the munchies and eat some of the snacks before you could get to them, but overall, a very nice experience

Pat- Also a great choice to get high with. He lived through the 60s and 70s, so I like to believe he's lit up on multiple occasions. Like Kitty, I can see him being very upbeat and also eager to chat. His scout experience handling young kids and relatively competent manner in dealing with a crisis means he'd be very capable in comforting you if you get distressed

Robin- No doubt Robin, while foraging during his life, consumed some pretty gnarly substances, so I think he'd take marijuana in an easy stride. There's a strong chance he would be good companionship during a trip; however there's also a strong chance he'd think it was entertaining to fuck with you a bit and end up scaring the hell out of you. He'd only do it in the spirit of fun, though, so he'd lay off if you got too upset

Thomas- Initially I was leaning more towards Thomas' melancholy getting exacerbated while blazing, sighing over Allison even more than usual. However, I'm now thinking that he might get really manic instead. He undergoes a massive burst of creative energy. He pens a dozen poems in half an hour and declares them masterpieces, his magnum opuses. He insists on speaking them out to you and tries to convince you to submit them to literary journals/poetry contests. They are, of course, complete gibberish; he gets very embarrassed about them the next day and begs you not to mention them again

[ravennaortiz]

When the Wolf Hunts

Summary: One night when Lupe is out hunting she finds more than her prey. She must choose between finally getting vengeance or saving someone else. *A Two Worlds Story*

“You need to knock this vigilante bullshit off Guadalupe” Angels words ran through her mind as she sat in a darkened corner of the Pink Star a strip club in Stockton. She swirled her tequila sunrise around as she let her gaze drift over the crowded room before coming to rest once again on her target.

Oscar Ramos was the Presdiente of the Stockton Mayans Charter. A charming but cruel man who had a think for young girls. He had been convicted of the rape and murder of her best friend but the conviction was repealed due to mishandling of evidence. All these years later and it seemed like everyone had forgotten what had happened. Lupe hadn’t though nor had her best friends mother who had tragically jumped in front of a semi a couple of weeks ago. Unable to bear being away from her only child any longer especially as the monster who took her away continued to breathe.

“Just because your brother is Yumas Presidente doesn’t mean your ass gets passes for murder of members” Coco had drawled trying to be the good cop as Angel seethed and yelled as he dug a hole. The body of Ramos most loyal member Medina in the tarp between Coco and Lupe. “I’m sorry for forgetting the silencer. My bad didn’t realize only you two could fuck up when killing people” she had sassed. She was not willing to back down on this, men like Ramos and Medina deserved to rot in the desert.

Lupes phone dinging broke her wondering mind. Grabbing it off the table she was surprised to see a text from EZ. Opening the message her heart sank.

E-Letty ran away. Call me

Leaving her drink and a tip Lupe quickly made her way to the door of the strip club. Letty was like the little sister she was never blessed with. She loved that kid and would gladly burn the world to the ground to keep her safe.  Count your lucky stars Ramos she thought as she brought her phone to her ear as she made her way to her motorcycle.

“Where are you at?” inquired EZ the moment he picked up. The background noise cutting away as he stepped out of the clubhouse.

“Why does that matter?”

“Cause Coco has a tracker on Lettys phone. Shows her in Stockton.” Replied EZ as he turned at the door opening to see Angel staring at him. “Lupe?” he stated after a couple minutes of silence.

“Where at in Stockton?” Lupe closed her eyes. Damn kid she thought as her mind went back to a conversation a couple of weeks ago. A friend of Lettys had been found out in a remote section of desert and she had asked Lupe to take her to the site. Lupe had told her no, it was to dangerous and that she would look into it.

“Strip club down “started EZ before Lupe cut him off.

“I’ll handle it” stated Lupe before ending the call and turning back to the building.

“God dammit!” bellowed Angel as EZ turned to him and nodded. Going back inside followed a moment later by Coco and Gilly. “Let’s go boy scout” he hollered over his shoulder as he got on his bike.

Lupe let her eyes adjust to the lighting again before she began scanning the crowd. Letty would stick out like a sore thumb in this place.

“Care for a dance or good time love?” cooed a pretty blonde as she slipped a hand down Lupes back.

“Sorry love not tonight. I’m actually looking for my little sister” replied Lupe as she pulled a hundred dollar bill from her jeans pocket.

“Got a picture?’ inquired the stripper as she took the money. “She’s in the back rooms I can take you” she stated after looking at Lupes phone.

“Letica Cruz” growled Lupe as she slammed the door shut as she glared at the teenager.

“Hey Lupe” laughed Letty nervously. “Funny seeing you here.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s a real comedy show” snapped Lupe as she moved closer to Letty. Stopping as the door opened and the sounds of male voices filled the room. Son of a bitch though Lupe as she caught the flash of the Mayans leather. Quickly she loved Letty behind a heavy curtain before taking up a hiding spot behind the door.

“Guess we got the wrong room” stated Ramos as he looked around. “Could have sworn Carli said two” he added before moving out of the room and continuing back down the hall. Lupe let out the breath she had been holding and loosened the grip on her gun.

The flash of headlights ahead had Lupe slowing her bike down some. Never had she been so happy to see Angel as she was now as he pulled up on her right as the others took position around her so she was in the middle.

“Don’t think you are getting off easily tonight” called Angel over the wind and roar of the bikes as he shot Lupe a look.

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[ashroomy]

Big text dump about my mushroom skitarii oc Mycel-81!

Heads up, this contains basic disregard for the lore and is primarily fuelled by my need to somehow make this wholesome.

So, This is Mycel-81

As an early example of the shroomitarii, mycel was a weak example. With limbs that were only slightly stronger than flesh and no fighting prowess. He was unsuitable for the front lines. Not to mention his inability to be influenced by any tech priests apart from mild emotion control. Whilst the option of ensuring obedience remained paramount, the tech priests later learned they simply lacked the appropriate resources to realise this. Not wanting to throw away their already limited source of infantry. Mycel was relegated to the back lines and served as clean-up and repair for battles or lost soldiers who may find their way into the world. With the shoddy technology, most shroomitarii could feel emotions more freely, leading to issues on and off the battlefield. It was left to Mycel to handle these issues as well. In the simplest terms. He is an emotional support skitarii with a prowess in comforting and repairing. (What can I say I love a bit of wholesome unrealistic 40k)

Uses a blade and arc maul interchangeably during combat if completely necessary. Due to him collecting scraps and bodies of soldiers, he was gifted a servo skull, capable of scouting and gunning down some foes. More likely to accidentally hit his servo skull than an actual enemy. Has held guns but has no clue how to aim.

With the free emotions, Mycel is able to form a personality of his own. To an extent. He helps keep the peace and encourages strong morale amongst troops. he has seen limited amounts of war but what he has seen unsettles him. He makes it his mission to ensure peace, at least on this forge world anyway. Unbeknownst to him. He has no impact whatsoever.

On a routine patrol, Mycel finds a severely injured soldier, wounded and afraid, Mycel takes him in and slowly nurses him back to health. He does not quite understand the complex fears the soldier has and can only glean snippets of his past through extracting memories. (none of the tech priests are sure how they got this to work but decided to not question it) Nonetheless he aims to offer solace to the soldier and slowly but surely help him adjust to his new life. A very long process. Hoping to help him, he turns him into a vanguard, eventually they become fond of each other after the initial recovery. He does not have a name. But as he's a soldier (maybe skitarii?) who's landed here in a bad state, he will probably have a non shroomy name.

The lads

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

may i request sniperscout angst, specifically hcs about how theyd handle eachotjers deaths in a no-respawn au

SniperScout Angst Headcanons (No Respawn AU)

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Of course you can! Even though it breaks my heart because I love Sniperscout sm 😭 Also almost back to back Scout angst, what did this man do to you people?

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Uh, a little off-topic, but I feel like Sniper and Scout are Nick and Gatsby, I don't know. Is that weird? Like sure, we know Sniper talks to his parents, but I feel like his mom would be the only one to come while Scout planned the entire funeral. Anyway, on to the actual headcanons!

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Scout locked himself in Snipers van. Bearly eating or drinking, he won't talk to anyone. He just lays on the bed, holding on to anything that could remind him of Sniper. He's not even just heartbroken. It's more than that. It's like his soul was ripped out of his body. He just wants to be able to hold him one more time, to tell him he loves him one more time, to live the life they were supposed to, just one more time. He keeps his hat and sunglasses close at all times. He never let's them go, and no one is ever allowed to touch them. He even attaches his van keys to his dog tags.

Once he gets back to normal, or as normal as he could be after losing someone who meant so much to him, he's ruthless in battle. Every kill he gets is for Sniper. Everything he does is for Sniper. He also goes to either his grave or where his ashes are kept after every battle, bringing a gift of some kind to place next to him, and then telling him about the day he had.

"I really gave them hell to day Snipes. You should have seen it." He let's out a sigh and kisses the top of the urn/gravestone.

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Sniper would also lock himself in his van. It's never been so cold, so empty, so forgin to Sniper. Scout had added a sense of life to the van, and that was extinguished the day he died. He misses Scout's jokes, his smile, his laugh, and just everything Scout did. He made the world brighter for Sniper. He really just feels lost. He's never really felt a pain like this. He can barely breathe most days, and if you thought he was quiet before, he's dead silent now. He took Scout's dogtags, and he wears them every day.

Eventually, he gets the willpower to join the battle again. He's never gotten more kills in his life. Blood has stained the field more than ever. He visualizes every enemy as the one who killed Scout. He pours all his anger and sadness into his job. He visits the grave/urn a lot, knowing this is the closest he'll be to Scout ever again, so he spends most of his time near the urn or grave.

"I miss ya more than words can say." He says. (He also kisses the gravestone/urn)

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OUGH HAPPY TIME BECAUSE I NEED TO ADD IT OR I'LL CRY!!! Basically, how they react if Medic brought them back (before being cremated or buried, obviously)

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Scout is immediately throwing himself on Sniper, holding him tighter than humanly possible. Babbling about how he'll never let him go again, tears flowing freely as he jokes that if Sniper ever pulls a stunt like that, Scout will be his cause of death. Scout probably smothered this man with jokes, kisses, and cuddles that entire night. He's so thankful he got a second chance, and he makes sure Sniper knows that Scout will never take a moment with him for granted again.

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Sniper runs up to Scout, asking him a million and one questions, all basically asking the same thing. Are you okay? And to Snipers relief, Scout is better than okay. Sniper is crying under his glasses, Scout only reaches up to pull them off and kiss his face. He hugs Scout so tight he knocks the air out of his lungs. Scout, let's out a soft chuckle, hugging him back. Sniper spends the night being the most emotional he's ever been. These two love each other so much it's insane.

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Uh, the end! Ough I hope you don't mind the happy ending Anon. I'm a sucker for sweet endings :,) I hope you guys liked this, and I feel really hyped, i think I'm finally back into writing again, I missed it. I think I wore myself out for a hot minute, but I'm back! Anyways, hopefully, at least one or two new posts after this :)

Love you guys, and thank you for being patient with me 💖💖

[majorasnightmare]

Hellooo for the character asks, Lae'zel 2, Shadowheart 5, and Minthara 123 please and thank you!!

GET HEART BLASTED BWAH

i was fighting for my LIFE on this cuz my body decided to viscerally betray me. thankfully not even god himself could stop me from talking about my mentally ill lil freak

Lae'zel:

2. How did your character handle Lae’zel’s interrogation of the tiefling scout at the druid grove?

Dirge's brain is still reloading by the time he does the interrogation, so he's pretty hands off when Lae'zel does her thing. He mostly just backs her up as she questions Zorru, and leaves him there bowing. He DOES correct Lae'zels pronounciation on tiefling and Faerun after though.

Shadowheart:

5. Did your character influence Shadowheart into staying loyal to or rejecting Shar? How did this affect their relationship with her?

Unfortunately Shar isn't nearly as cool as Shadowheart makes her out to be, so Dirge's opinion on Shar is pretty negative. But its mostly Shar-the-deity and less the values Shar professes to hold (she mostly seems to be petty and spiteful more than an actual deity), so any Sharran iconography Dirge finds he tosses Shadowhearts way. Loyalty has to be earned, even by gods, and protecting Shadowheart mildly from the shadow curse is NOT enough to be worth her service, in Dirge's opinion. Murder, cannibalism, sacrificing heretics, seeking power, capturing the god spawn of your deities sworn and eternal rival and sacrificing them on an altar, all of thats perfectly fine to Dirge and he doesn't have a problem with any of it, but is Shar worth it? Is Shar worthy of having Shadowheart? Absofuckinlutely not. Shadowheart isn't getting nearly enough back out of this deal, and Dirge is VERY vocal on that front. Dirge mostly encourages Shadowheart to think of herself and what she wants, and to avoid reflexively sacrificing things important to her without evaluating what they mean to her first. Rejecting Shar is basically a side effect.

They've always been close since the nautiloid, but Dirge's unwavering confidence in her ability and worth even after she rejects Shar and is punished by her goes a long way towards helping Shadowheart rebuild her life and self worth.

Minthara:

1. What motivated your character to initially spare or side with Minthara, then later rescue her from Moonrise Tower?

Puppy love LMAO. Minthara wants to probe his mind in the Goblin Camp, and given that Dirge had just killed Guts not that long ago for exactly that, he doesn't let her in to avoid starting a fight he hadn't satisfactorily prepared for, which makes Minthara try to dig into him. The subsequent battle of wills even starts to approach being mutually enjoyable, both of them finding a real genuine challenge for the first time in ages, and through that exchange Dirge gets a glimpse of the person Minthara COULD be without the Absolute. Someone ruthless, and cunning, with a steeled will, yes, but also someone almost... playful? Its such a brief glimpse that Dirge can't see much of anything through it but it tantalizes him endlessly, and the thought of condemning someone to a half life as an enthralled shell of themselves just to kill them while they're essentually sleepwalking disquiets him in a way he struggles to verbalize. It sticks out in his mind because its the first time he experiences an active desire to keep someone alive, so he does what he can to draw the goblins into a controlled conflict to ensure both a figurative smokescreen for his actions (no one will question him for trying to isolate the Goblin Commander) and a literal one (in the chaos of combat, theyre less likely to notice Minthara's only been knocked unconscious instead of killed, as opposed to a stealth op in the camp where it would be. Blatantly obvious he was pulling punches. He can also discreetly move her away from the conflict in case anyone checks the bodies, but thats resolved p quickly when the tieflings want to leave immediately lmao. Hes a selfish person who acts according to his whims, and at the end of the day, he had a chance encounter that made him care for Minthara, but the same could not be said for Dror Ragzlin or Guts. Those two barely occupied a single spared thought, whereas Minthara lives in his head rent free. He genuinely never thought he'd see her again, and tried to content himself with the knowledge she'd be alive somewhere out there, and that maybe once he got the tadpole out he could try and find her just to... catch up? Talk to her? He didn't really plan it out all too well, because he had a lot on his plate.

Seeing her again at Moonrise felt like a confluence of Fate. Absolute be damned, his uttermost top priority was saving Minthara and if that meant playing nice, he'd do it, and if it meant carving a bloody path from the dungeon back to camp, he'd do that too. In that instant, she's the only thing that matters, because by some miracle, the only person hes ever wanted to spare is here in front of him, and against all odds he finally, FINALLY, has a chance to talk to the person he caught a fleeting glimpse of in the Goblin Camp, the person who utterly charmed and bewitched him with the faintest echo of hidden depths obscured by the Absolute's machinations. She's here and she's alive and she needs help, and there is not a single question or doubt in his mind about it. Dirge walks straight out of that throne room directly to the dungeons. Its around that time that anyone in the party still considering trying to tie Dirge down kind of gives up, cuz honestly. Look at the guy. He's down bad.

2. How did your character feel about Minthara’s opinions on the gods?

Minthara is ever cautious of making enemies, and thus keeps her disdain for the gods at a healthy distance, where she won't be caught in the blast radius. Dirge understands, but feels its a bit TOO risk averse. He toes the line on blasphemy all the time, after all. Hes exceptionally confident in the abilities of himself and his comrades to handle threats, and the gods ability to directly intervene on the material plane is limited after all.

The biggest difference of opinion there was on the matter of Bhaal. Minthara was of the opinion that Bhaal was better as an ally than as an enemy, and represented Dirge's best hope of mastering the Urges, and Dirge didn't really have a way of convincing her otherwise. It isn't something easily intuitive, especially when your used to the capricious manipulations of Lolth. Bhaal is a far cry from the Webweaver, and is more spiteful than sensible, and there is no position of favor you can occupy that will keep you safe from his temper. Its a hard lesson to learn.

3. Did your character help Minthara get her revenge on Orin, or handle Orin alone?

Orin insists on a personal duel with Dirge, spawn to spawn, Chosen to Chosen. Minthara supports it because she wants Dirge to reclaim his inherited power, but the temple conflict is an absolute clusterfuck. Bhaal chews up and spits out his Chosen at the first hint of second thoughts, and then forces Dirge to choose whether or not to put himself in the same position, before brutally torturing and killing him when Dirge refuses to become Bhaal's puppet again. Minthara is forced to flee with the rest of the party as Caiphon fulfills its pact and destroys the temple, and is left utterly haunted by it all. Theres no closure for anyone here. Minthara doesn't get to enact revenge on Orin, Dirge doesn't get to break Orin away from Bhaal, because Bhaal chose to take that from both of them, and then kills Dirge on top of it all. Its an awful, terrible experience, that drives home just how awful petty and cruel the gods can be, even to their most faithful worshippers.

I really enjoy Minthara's post Orin-capture dialogue and I want to include it in her characterization, even though Orin can't kidnap your romanced companion. I think that entire shitshow and seeing Dirge try to pull Orin out of the deathspiral shes in, only for Bhaal to force the Slayer onto her, in combination with discussions they'd had earlier, would be enough for Minthara to really see the similarities between her position and Orin's and finally understand the exact kind of god Bhaal makes himself to be. There really is no winning there.

As much as Dirge loves Orin, Minthara's vengeance is her own and Dirge would never wish to take that from her. Whatever life he could give Orin is Minthara's to take, and he won't involve himself in that unless invoked. But he hates that he couldn't help Minthara close that chapter of her life in a way that gave her peace. He hates that he couldn't fight Orin on her own terms, for her own reasons. That, instead, they fought to the death in a home they both hated for a father that loved neither of them. Just one more thing Bhaal took from all of them.

[fel1verse]

it's IM AEJUNG (임애정), who is the MAIN DANCER of BRAVEHEART. i've heard whispers that the 25 (09/22/1999) year old is pretty EARNEST but lowkey WITHDRAWN. also, doesn't she remind you of HUH YUNJIN?

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SUMMARY

aejung was born on jeju island as the result of a situationship gone sour. while, objectively, her father more or less remained in the picture through gifts sent in the mail and phone calls on every birthday, it was entirely up to aejung's mother to keep things afloat. her mother worked as a seamstress in a local boutique as a part-time gig alongside her primary job as an office worker and the two lived in a small little house in a rocky little cove near one of the island's beaches.

because aejung's mother was often so busy trying to keep the bills paid and afford many of the luxuries that she'd grown up around with less effort, aejung was somewhat of a latchkey kid and much of her time was spent playing around in her mother's collection of old CDs and watching tv. if aejung had to pinpoint where she is now back to a singular moment, it would more than likely, unironically, be when she first saw an episode of hannah montana. from that moment forward, aejung was determined to be a popstar.

to her mother's credit, it hadn't started out as her avidly pushing aejung forward into every opportunity. in fact, aejung's mother had initially only given her the green light to humor her, but upon the realization that, even as young as she'd been, aejung had something - a legitimate effort was made to get her out there. it wasn't as easy to tap into entertainment off of the mainland, but the internet was a ready resource that aejung's mother was more than willing to use and, following a year or two of aejung mostly just singing to neighbors and classmates, doing cute little britney spears covers in mom-made outfits during town festivals and in shopping centers, aejung's mother opened up a channel for her on a video sharing website. and the rest was really history.

after being scouted, aejung moved to seoul and stayed with her uncle while her mother stayed in jeju to continue working. training was an experience that refined all of aejung's assets and reaffirmed her passion, even if it took her a while to warm up to the inherently social environment. she does a few odd jobs predebut as an effort by her company to get her face out there, which is fun, though, admittedly, the coming inevitability of an actual debut made her nervous.

when braveheart debuts, aejung is sixteen going on seventeen and the first few months feel like she's a guest in her own body, thrown around and working beyond her limits every day with fervour of a rookie. she starts big and over time learns why so many senior idols lament the lessons they'd had to learn in real time. years on, when she's finally an adult, she learns another lesson about the cruelty of men, sexualized beyond her own control following the publicized fantasies of a rapper in a song. the situation is handled, life goes on, but things are never quite the same.

now, braveheart enter their ninth year in the industry and aejung is finally at a point where she feels like she can take control of her life and her dream and live it in the way she'd always wanted to. the problem? she's not entirely sure what that looks like anymore. or where to start.

positive. earnest, adaptable, forthright, sentimental, vivacious neutral. naive, emotional, absentminded negative. withdrawn, spiteful, self-indulgent, venturesome, dogmatic

songs (muse fuel)

sex yeah - marina and the diamonds

love (아이) - f(x)

dream girl - ravyn lenae, ty dolla sign

classified - oh my girl

espresso - sabrina carpenter

image - magdalena bay

public affair - jessica simpson

ACTIVE STORYLINES

persona, who the hell am i? - as braveheart approach their ninth year as an active girl group, and aejung herself enters her ninth year in the industry, she's been looking back on her career and realizing how much of her story has been written on her behalf. she laments the bittersweet feeling her dream slightly to the left of where she'd pictured it and ventures to find a way to fully express herself as an artist while still fulfilling her role as a member of a team. whatever that looks like.

CAREER TIMELINE

PREDEBUT

posted various dance and vocal covers from the age of 9 to about 13; she was scouted by vibe productions after a recruiter came across her channel

appeared in epik high's music video for "spoiler + happy ending" as a heartbroken girl

modeled in advertisements for smart uniform and nikon

2016

debuted with braveheart!

featured on park kyung's "inferiority complex" (may)

minor scandal: started getting bashed by netizens for being "too confident" and having an "ego" when she responded to a question given to her by a radio host about what she felt her weakness was by saying "well, nothing." she was half-joking, but people addicted to picking female rookies apart had a field day. this was a fairly regular occurrence for braveheart's rookie era until seventeen-year-old aejung "got the hint" and was effectively "humbled" into making fewer statements along those lines.

2017

started as an MC on inkigayo

cameo in the webdrama "part time idol" (as herself)

co-hosted the inkigayo super concert in daejeon

2018

finished her MC contract with inkigayo

appointed as an endorsement model of kiss me cosmetics

played the role of "do hana" in a-teen

2019

played the role of "yoon jae-in" in he is psychometric

played the role of "do hana" in a-teen 2 (web drama)

sang on the ost for a-teen 2, "lean on me"

won the rising star award at the 2019 brand of the year awards; star of the year award at the korea drama awards for her role in he is psychometric

became a brand model for clothing brand lucky chouette

2020

opened a youtube channel for dance covers and began posting monthly performance videos with self-made choreography for a brief period of time

went semi-viral online for participating in the wap challenge on tiktok (x)

scandal: a rapper features explicit lyrics about aejung in a new release igniting speculation and harassment from netizens; vibe productions releases a statement denying any relationship between aejung and the rapper

2021

infinite merge!

scandal end: rapper releases an apology at the tail-end of the scandal, pulling the song from streaming services following threats of a lawsuit.

2022

infinite tour start

played the role of young park yeon-jin in the glory, pt 1

released her first solo single "touch" (march) - she was actually kind of nervous about the concept and styling, especially so soon after the lyric scandal had happened, but it wound up being really well received, particularly by international fans. she didn't promote it on music shows due to the tour, but did a special stage at an end of the year show.

2023

played the role of young park yeon-jin in the glory, pt 2

infinite tour end

2024

announced as global ambassador for sandy liang

infinite tour 2 start

2025

tba

[drowninginredink]

Hi ciel! Thank you for tagging me! Anyway I do tag games on my main so I'm responding here instead of on schizosam.

Do you make your bed?

Absolutely not. I have a comforter in a duvet and nothing else, a) because i always kick sheets off anyway, and b) so i never have to make my bed.

What's your favorite number?

47 is pretty good. And 14. 21 is cool. I like things with 7s and 4s.

What is your job?

I am a certified nursing aide in a nursing home. Which, since I work nights, mostly means changing diapers. I really like it. I love getting to see and interact with my patients. I really like that I do stuff with my hands instead of my brain. I appreciate that my job is something that's actually good and necessary. And I really, really like being in a field where i can work nights. It works much better with my natural night owl sleep schedule, i do not get perceived as much which is great when you are trans, and it means that i have a good amount of downtime that i use to write fic.

If you could go back to school, would you?

Eventually I will go to nursing school, but i want to transition first. I'm just not going to be able to handle being back in school until I'm comfortable with my body.

Can you parallel park?

Dude i don't even drive because of schizophrenia. Nooooo

A job you had that would surprise people?

Well given how trans I ended up, it's probably a surprise that I had an internship for Girl Scouts. Not going to say more than that so i don't doxx myself, but yeah, I did 13 years of Girl Scouts... And then ended up a dude.

Do you think aliens are real?

Oh yeah, they've got to be, but I can't say I expect us to find them in my lifetime.

Can you drive a manual car?

Again, do not drive at all because I dissociate too much for it to be safe.

What's your guilty pleasure?

Uh, not to sound pretentious, but I don't feel guilty about the things I like? Uh... I eat too much sugar. I read a lot of non-con and dub-con and incest fanfic. I jerk off a lot. I spend too much time playing a phone game called Township.

Tattoos?

Two. One that's a half-sleeve that i commissioned that's a whole bunch of symbols of me throughout the years that's basically a memorial to my pre-transition self, and then also the VFD tattoo from A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Favorite color?

Red

Favorite type of music?

Well, I listen to indie folk most often, but nothing lights me up like listening to musical theater. Like, you wouldn't know it thaaaaat much from my presence on here, but I am in fact the biggest theater geek you'll meet and it is the interest I can go on about for longest. The history, the craft, the art of revivals... yeah if you ever want a theater opinion, I have it. Also I fucking adore The Pet Shop Boys in the way you can only love whoever was your favorite musical artist when you were 14. Of course, that's entirely reasonable because they're goddamn brilliant.

Do you like puzzles?

Yes. I haven't done a real, honest to god puzzle in forever. I should clear off my table and do one. Note to self. Although yes, I love other puzzles too. I was super addicted to Sudoku for a bit.

Any phobias?

No, not really. There are some topics that I'm weird about because schizophrenia (namely religion) but no actual phobias.

Favorite childhood sport?

Oh I did one thing, and I loved it, and that was dance. I did so much dance. Fuck I miss it. The local community theater is doing Newsies this year and I can't wait to tap dance again.

Do I talk to myself?

YES, and I address myself by name so much, and it is always my deadname. Which I guess is good given that I'm not super out yet, but also it's annoying.

What movies do you adore?

I really don't watch movies because it's very much "yeah okay, but like. I could watch a musical instead." So instead, this is going to be an excuse to list my favorite musicals:

1. Phantom of the Opera. Which is mostly nostalgia. It was the first musical I ever loved. No score will ever hit me quite like that one. God the music is good. And I do think it's a really good case study because though it very much is about style and spectacle and not substance, it is still only works so well because it has such a sophisticated, well-developed theme.

2. Falsettos. I genuinely think it's a perfect musical. I can think of only one flaw with it, and it's that I don't like the jokes about Cordelia being a bad caterer. I think those are hacky. Everything else? Every lyric and melody and character beat? Utterly perfect.

3. Company. Did you know that aromanticism the musical exists, and that it came out in 1970? It is absolutely the story of an alloaro trying to figure out what the hell romance is and why people do it now that they're old enough that having not settled down is weird. And it's got a Sondheim score. Such a fantastic score.

4. 42nd Street. Look. The story does not matter. At all. But it is a phenomenal show for tap dancing, and I'm a dancer at heart. And it's got a score full of 30s songs and I love that old musical theater style. If you ever get the chance to see it in person, I recommend it.

5. Cats. I know why so many people hate Cats. It is dramatic and theatrical and is just a bunch of cats doing numbers introducing themselves with no plot. That's exactly why I love it. It's like drag. Every cat goes in and struts their stuff for a number. I know who I am; that is my shit. The score is fun and the dancing is great.

Anyway all of these have professional recordings made of them, so technically they're all movies. I recommend watching all of them except 42nd Street. I think that particular production of 42nd Street has shitty choreography.

By the way, hey ciel, if you like The Phantom of the Opera and camp disasters, you need to watch Love Never Dies. God, I adore it. Absolutely so bad it is good. Just, bad in the best, most intoxicating, most fascinating way. I love it.

Coffee or tea?

Tea. Coffee is gross. I really like pretty much any kind of tea.

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up?

I genuinely don't remember ever having any idea what I'd want to do when I grew up until at age 9 they made me write an essay about it and I was like "uh... I do a lot of theater so I guess an actor?" But as an actual kid I was always like "there are so many options. I have no idea"

Okay, so, it's long as hell so absolutely no pressure, but if @thewormarchives @ven10 @thetreetzar @cat-boy-tom @70snasagay @closetedangel @roach-in-the-kitchen @thehistoryone and @randosfandos want to do it, hell yeah!

tag game!

thank you for the tag, @according2thelore 🥰

Do you make your bed? i basically live in my bed, so no. i want it cozy and making it makes it un-cozy.

What's your favorite number? 3! or rather, repeating 3s. my mom and i look for repeating 3s out in the wild ever since she heard about some kinda christian number thing relating to angels (idk i don't go there), and it's become a whole Thing. i like that we can share it :)

What is your job? i do translations...! spanish and japanese, mostly. i translated a video game last year too which i'm very proud of!

If you could go back to school, would you? yeah tbh. i hated school for disability reasons, but i really enjoy sitting in lectures and learning things. structured learning is great and super easy so i'd love to return. i'd be the kind of person who would get like 20 masters degrees if college were free.

Can you parallel park? noooo..... i never got that far lmao. i don't have a license and i would like it to stay that way for as long as i can get away with it. peace and love ✨

A job you had that would surprise people? i did an internship with the linguistics department while i was an undergrad where i helped do some menial work for a larger research project the school was conducting? i sucked at it though, lol

Do you think aliens are real? statistically speaking there's basically no way there's NO other life in the universe, so yes i do. i'm even fairly confident there has to be intelligent life outside of humans somewhere out there. i do not have any belief in any kind of alien life form having made contact with earth, though.

Can you drive a manual car? yes, actually. which is apparently shocking to people, considering i don't even have a license lmao

What's your guilty pleasure? i have an addiction to solitaire? i downloaded the app about a year ago but i am on level 329. ok girl get a grip

Tattoos? none yet, but i've had my first tattoo figured out since i was in high school. i just don't want to deal with the cost and care of it (lazy + poor...)

Favorite color? a very warm, light pink! almost peach-colored.

Favorite type of music? folk music :) and by folk i mean like. literally the songs people sang around a campfire 300 years ago. like dúlamán and the irish rover and rolling the woodpile and whatnot. but i also really like more modern folk music (big fan of umm santiano, plumbo, celtic woman, the builders and the butchers, mumford & sons, poor man's poison, the longest johns, stuff like that...) and country music. basically a bunch of genres along that sort of continuum.

Do you like puzzles? puzzles like jigsaw puzzles? i hate them, but once i start doing them i can't stop. logic puzzles or whatever are totally my jam, though. seriously i love them so much. i'm not interested in more hands-on puzzles like blocks and stuff.

Any phobias? nnnnno. i was scared of the ocean (specifically and exclusively trenches inside the ocean) growing up but then i got over that, and i've been working on getting over my fear of bugs so they're not super scary anymore either. i also used to suffer from trypophobia but it really hasn't been much of a problem in recent years. idk what happened there, though.

Favorite childhood sport? olympic-level sleeping? idk i tried a lot of sports at my mother's request when i was a kid, but i didn't like any of them. now i enjoy ice skating, but i live in the deep south where it's 80F nine months out of the year so like. lmfao

Do you talk to yourself? YES it's a generational thing. everyone on my mom's side of the family does it so i just picked it up naturally. i make myself laugh constantly ✨

What movies do you adore? my letterboxd Top Four are: the witch (2015), death becomes her (1992), the phantom of the opera (2004), and showgirls (1995) so it's kind of all over the place. i like movies with either very strong, well written stories or campy dumpster fires—NO in-between. the more artistic a movie is, the more likely i am to enjoy it. some other movies that really stand out to me

la sociedad de la nieve (2023)

late night with the devil (2023)

midsommar (2019)

the love witch (2016)

creep (2014)

mamma mia! (2008)

master and commander (2003)

zoolander (2001)

o brother, where art thou? (2000)

ravenous (1999)

romeo + juliet (1996)

the mountain men (1980)

the devils (1971)

beyond the valley of the dolls (1970)

so you can make of that what you will.

Coffee or tea? i don't actually like either unless you count southern sweet tea? i like chick-fil-a and mcdonald's sweet tea... but i drink almost exclusively water. if i'm feeling fancy, i like lemonade or like... craft root beer specifically. or sarsaparilla?

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? an architect is the earliest i can remember back to, but i switched my passion project every couple of months and never really settled on anything.

i'm really bad at tagging, but let's go with ummmm... @schizosamwincester, @sam-winchesters-gay-lover, and @aceing-on-the-cake! no pressure though haha

[usamey]

1 and 3!!

AWWWWW YISSSSSS!! (thank you so much jenna!!!!)

1) Your FO is watching you, love in their eyes and filled with adoration. What does that look like, and how does it feel?

AAAAAA *hyperventilates* OKAY SO IT LOOKS LIKE THIS

AND IT FEELS LIKE THIS

3) None of us are perfect, what are your favourite imperfections your F/O has, and what would they say yours are? Do they compliment one another, or work against one another? Do you ever discuss this between you?

OKEY THIS BE LONG AS ALL F U C K (like damn, this is too in depth)

(TLDR: I love literally (not figuratively) everything about Scout. We should not be put in the same room together.)

My favourite imperfections on him are ALL OF THEM.

I have tried and tried but I simply cannot find a notable flaw on this man.

A flaw is defined as something that tarnishes the quality of something. The thing is, all Scout’s “flaws” make him BETTER, so he really doesn't have flaws.

His buck teeth? Gorgeous. Adorable. Perfect. They’re cute in a quirky kind of way. And they make some of the words he says sound so FLIPPIN CUTE i cannot STAND IT

His lanky / scrawny stature? There is nothing wrong with it!! Yes, boy needs to eat, but his metaspbolism simply cannot keep up with him! That’s just his body! Body positivity, people! If Heavy is beautiful, then so is my boy!! (I HATE when people gas up heavy- all “my big teddy bear uwu” AND THEN POO POO SCOUT!! GRRR THIS IS STICKPHOBIA!!!!)

His personality? Magnifcent. Amazing. Spectacular. I love everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) about it.

He’s a lil loud, but that just means he’s excitable! He talks a lot, but there’s nun wrong with that! It’s his love language! I could listen to him speak forever and not get the teensiest bit irritable! He’s cocky, but that makes him fun! We’re so used to self deprecation, I think he’s quite refreshing! Like- yeah! You do look incredibly handsome in that! You are the best member on the team! You did great out there! He tries too hard sometimes, but at least he tries! He’s passionate! And determined! He may not be book smart, but that’s not the only kind of intelligence! (plus, idiocy is cute, ok?😤)

I challenge you to find a flaw of Scout’s, You can’t.

(ok but seriously my favourite ‘imperfection’ of his is his cheesiness. like his flirty-sleazy-stinky-dirty-fuckboy personality? cannot get ENOUGH of that shit. its like being hooked on mcdonalds- it sucks and its garbage but godDAMN it is GOOD)

Scout’s favourite imperfections of mine? Uhhhh good question. Moving on- (lmao jk. I like to think it’s a mutual thing. He likes all my nonsense too!  AH! I GOT IT!! HE ADORES MY LOUDNESS!!! I am a loudass irl who cannot shut up and always speaks in an ‘outdoor voice’. I also dress, act, and think really loudly and he thinks its Very Endearing.)

Our flaws would work GREAT together- in the worst possible way. 

What I mean by that is I am incredibly similar to Scout (like I am literally just Scout but less funny and good looking). So it’s pretty much just putting two Scouts together, which is what most call “a headache.”

We both have ADHD: I have inattentive and he has hyperactive. We bounce off of each other (both literally and figuratively). For example, I have horrible memory and Scout loves to talk, so he could talk on and on about the same damn thing and I’ll sit there in awe like it’s the first time I’ve heard it. OOOH OR!!! I verbally stim a LOT and it’s often rhythmic and I hc that Scout stims by drumming his hands on things so I’ll be makin noises tryna focus and he’ll make a beat out of it and its GREAT :DDDDDDD

We don’t discuss it directly, per se, but it’s more of:

“DUDE YOU READ MY MIND AGAIN!!!”

“ITS LIKE WE’RE ALWAYS ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH BRO”

(In summary: Scout is perfect and I love him and we are both idiots <3)

[cupidsdescendant]

Mercs X Sweet Tooth G/N!

Hey yall! It’s been a while since I wrote a short head canon list for the mercs and so I decided to write this! I really have been getting into writing actual one shot stories instead of lists so that’s why my posts have been so slow  ^___^ I’m thinking about making a version of this one for the creepy pasta characters to go back to fanfic roots ;-; anyways, g’day! Mwah XOXOXO

Scout:

-Very happy

-“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite one? Really! Mine too!” He takes out your favorite candy in response 

-You both like staying up at 3 am eating random sweets

-The sugar rush hits both of you SOOOOO hard. Running across the fort, double, fuck it, triple jumping all around and screaming violently.

- You both literally laugh at almost every thing the mercs say even if it’s not funny or relevant and both laugh at each other laughing so hard. Your laughs become even wheezier when you both cannot speak and it’s both of you mumbling and laughing and your mumbling.

-Just as much as the rush gets you the crash hits harder than the market crash of 2008. Both of you are literally so tired you guys can’t even get up. Eyes sore, legs weak, body tired, everything hurts after literally sonic speeding everywhere. You both wake up holding each other or spooning <3.

-Instead of a hot steamy cup of coffee in the morning you wake Scout up by sitting on top of him and feeding him lemon heads and sour gummy bears. 

-You like to throw gummies and candies into his mouth during fights just to play around and it helps with a speed boost 

-Although Scout loves candy his favorite is of course: B o n k 

-And you both drink it religiously! At this point you both have it in an IV put up into your veins. 

-Scout and you have so much fun with candy. You both go to candy stores together and have fun picking out candies and sodas. Once you both get home you guys would eat eat eat, lose your mind and sleep for the rest of the night ^___^

Soldier: 

-He doesn’t eat a lot of sweets, but once you give him one he goes a little crazy 

-Once, you gave him a chocolate bar and he rocket jumped to space and didn’t come back for at least 3 days

-Soldier finds you alone eating a 12 pack of mini cupcakes to yourself and he gasps “Dear god!” 

-“mfwhaht-?” Y/N said mouth full of white cake and frosting. CANNIBALISM!!” He screams pointing at you in horror

-“HoW!?” Y/N yelled out, Soldier ran over and ran his hand on Y/N’s chin “My cupcake is eatin’ a cupcake!”

-He loves a good ol' fashion American Cherry pie

-Coke is his favorite drink

-He mostly enjoys milk chocolate and whoppers

-Always makes sure they're made in America

Pyro:

-you know em, Pyro is a maniac for that typa shit. Way even more than Scout

-Give them a jolly rancher and he'll spend half of the time rolling around in circles laughing and banging his head on the wall

-her brain is already filled with sunshine and rainbows but once you add candy- it's full blown candy land

-they like to make you dance a lot when he's hyper on candy! Always spinning you around and around <3

-He likes hoping around too. He acts kinda like a little bunny ;w;

-Pyro and you basically just run around setting everything on fire without a care in the world

-His favorite candy...? All of em! Lollipops and sour-sweet ones are his favorites.

-They propose to you with a ring pop

Demoman:

-he can handle some sweet things but he's not a big fan

-But when you mix a sugar rushed Y/N with a drunk Demo it's alllllllll chaos.

-You both love doing karaoke when you're out of yall's minds, screaming violently to songs or crying to sad ones

-Probably have a super duper upper crazye rap battle too

-When you both crash you find each other on the other sides of the rooms but when you both wake up you go and cuddle.

-You both try and get sober from your addictions but fail and the next weekend is the same lol

-Like I said, Demo doesn't really like candy. The only ones he'd eat is going to be mixed with alcohol or root beer ones

Heavy:

no comment. these are his favorite

Engineer:

-being from the south, he loves moon pies and other pies in general

-Engi loves maple taffy and whenever it's winter time he makes them with the mercs or just enjoys them by himself

-He loooves taffy and Rocky Road!!

-Pie is also his favorite, Pumpkin pie specifically. He always likes to eat it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream

-All of the sweet things he eats are always warm and relaxing and so you both like to cozy up together and eat together

-Engineer always has to hold you down when you get a little hyper and he has to tell you to relax

-Gets overwhelmed trying to calm you down and eventually gives up but you decided to sit next to him when you can't find him

Medic:

-always warns you about cavities and tells you not to eat so much sweets

-He usually hides the fact that he eats soo much candy.

-Considering Medic is German he eats mostly German candy and chocolates but he's afraid to admit he likes American candies a lot

-He likes to eat sour candies but his taste in things is a lot more "luxury" and so he eats mostly dark chocolate

-Def the kind of guy to say he's not eating chocolate or candy and have stains all over his clothes and mouth

-Medic's manic-ness and your hyper-ness when you're on a sugar rush is. terrifying. Both of you don't stop and you both cannot.

-Both of you go on the most crazy adventures. Once you both woke up with your limbs detached and the other time you guy's switched bodies

Sniper:

-Sniper doesn't eat sweets. periodt.

-He usually just watches you go coo coo through his rifle and chuckles to himself

-even though he doesn't eat anything sweet he think it's so cute that you love sweets so much

-He goes out his way to always buy you candy when he has the time and his favorite part is holding it while you chomp into it

-Once he saw you eating oreos and he called you cookie monster and you didn't know how to feel

-He's very neutral with everything tbh..

-You always try to convince him to eat it but he just can't do it

-So he'll eat something savory while you eat something sweet so he can interact and hang out with you

Spy:

-He loves chocolate croissants...okay sorry for the french joke lmao

-seriously though he's french! France has the most bomb fucking sweets and desserts ever

-He loves Macarons, Éclairs, Profiterole and crepes

-He also really loves to tell you the history of those desserts and loves sharing his culture with you!!! <3

-He tries to calm you down whenever you have a sugar rush and usually forces you to sit down and eat desserts while he reads to you

-Loves to wipe off the cream or frosting off your face and say some horny french bullshit

-You alwaysssss beg Spy to make French pastries and he reluctantly agrees

-You both spend hours in the kitchen making food together and flirting. It's a really cute moment.

-During breaks or lunch you both eat your pastries together <333

okay so it's been a while since I posted. Hey yall! Hope you like this one <3 stay cute! Mwah xoxoxo

[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

crazy love masterlist

my writing

our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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[cluelessatthispoint]

Hello, I apologise if this is not written very well, English is not my first language :(

I was wondering if I could ask for some head canons(?) of the mercs with a reader on their only day off, while I don't usually like when people exclude Miss Pauling from their fics, it seems that is the only way this idea would work haha. Maybe Demo brings them to a Beer Garden or Soldier discretely feeding his raccons Reader's paperwork so they will actually use their break correctly, maybe Spy even takes them put to a fancy restaurant.

I have been working for so long that im pretty sure my entire body would be screaming haha, all my friends partying, and im writing more than 20 pages of school work, studying for 6 exams, and writing 2 essays. I will need a entire month break after this, ha ha ha!

I'm sorry again if this is long or written badly :(

Love your work!! :)

I'm so happy that you like my work! And no worries! Your English is perfect!

6 exams and 2 essays are way too many! I hope that you can get some time for some self-care in! Drink plenty of water and try to get at least 7 hours of sleep in.

Warnings: NONE

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Engineer:

Trying to hang out with you on your only day off was a challenge for the resident Texan. He tried everything. From helping you with some paperwork, to threatening your boss to give you more days off. Nothing seemed to work. You always ended up being either too busy or too tired to spend time together. Finally, when it was time for you to get your scheduled day off, he brought over some of his favorite western movies and some of your favorite snacks. He wants to make sure that you are as relaxed and as carefree as possible. After all, this is your only day off this year.

Scout:

Hearing that you finally get to have a day off was like hearing the news that Tom Jones was coming to town. Scout was ecstatic! So may ideas of what to do and what to eat flew through his mind almost as fast as he could run. Early that morning he knocked on your front door and waited. He waited a full two hours before you finally came to answer the door. Looking down with a sheepish slime he forgot about your desire to finally get a chance to sleep in. When you do get out to see the town Scout takes you to the races, buys any snacks you could ever possibly want, then once the races are over, he takes you to a nice dinner and a drive-in movie.

Heavy:

Hearing that you are finally allowed to have a day off he expects you to go to the beach or stay inside and sleep for as long as you want. He didn't really expect you to still show up at the base with your arms full of paperwork to fill out. Seeing you trying to get a head start with the next day's work makes him feel sorry for you. Without saying a word, he takes the paperwork out from your hold and gives them to Pyro. Hearing your enraged shouts and cries he drags you to the nearest spa and drops you off with three big rolls of hundred-dollar bills. To ensure that you don't find a way to somehow do work he stay with you the whole time. Afterwards, he treats you to nice restaurant with a cozy and relaxing atmosphere.

Demoman:

You both have been planning the perfect day off for weeks! Waking up at 7 in the morning, Demoman would pick you up and take you somewhere nice to eat breakfast. After that He would drive you to a nice spot in the mountains to fishing and hiking. Seeing you with a big smile on your face makes him swell with pride. It hurts him to see someone so young and full of life waste their life doing a job that doesn't do much for them. He teaches you how to handle a sword, and how to properly throw an axe. After a full day in the outdoors, he takes you home and makes you a nice homecooked meal. He already is planning what do the next time you get a day off.

Sniper:

Getting a day off is a pretty big deal for the both of you. But for you, he knows how rare it is for you to get some much needed me time. He knows you so well that the first thing he does is break into your house with as little damage as possible and makes you your favorite breakfast food. What kind of Sniper would he be if he didn't know your favorite foods? After sitting down to a nice and unexpected breakfast he offers to drive you anywhere you want as long as it's not work related. In between stops to your favorite places he takes you to little Ma and Pa shops and nice restaurants. Since it's your only day off for a long, long time he's paying for everything.

Pyro:

Pyro knows that your supposed to have the day off. So, why then are you still working? Seeing you hunched over your desk singing papers makes his heart break. Today you're supposed to be having fun! Or relaxing! Not playing with stupid papers. So, like any good friend, he does what he does best. He makes a fire. Right on your desk. Of course, he knows that you always keep copies of your work, but he wants to feel free in this moment. The sound of the fire alarm sprinkle system blaring to life and the feeling of water droplets hitting your skin really evokes the wilder side of your personality. After getting the fire managed, and getting a stern talking to from Engineer, you both go to town and get some ice-cream and enjoy the feeling of no having to worry about any responsibility.

Soldier:

Despite it being your day off he cuts you no slack when it comes to getting up early and following a rigorous schedule of working out/training. After the grueling workout he commandeers the company truck and takes you on a joyride through the town and gives you a tour of "all the famous battlefields that he's fought in". His storytelling leaves you laughing till your sides are aching. Seeing as that you are having a good time, he drives you both to a good restaurant and lets you pick out anything you want. Once you're finished eating, he tells you to get into the car while he strikes up a conversation with the restaurant manager. By striking up a conversation with the manager he actually means that he's going to cause a distraction so that you both can leave without paying. You both have the time of your lives.

Medic:

He knows how much damage can be cause by not getting a single day of in a prolonged period of time can cause. He makes you a cup of coffee or tea in the morning and then accompanies you throughout the day. If you want to spend time tending to your humble garden, then he will be right there with you pruning the leaves of any plants that you might have. If you want to spend some time reading, then he will make you both a comfortable space to sit down and read. When dinner time rolls around, he will take you to a fancy restaurant, followed afterwards by a drive to the nearest and darkest hill so that you both can stargaze.

Spy:

This man spares no expense when it comes to spending the day off with you in style and luxury. If you want to relax in bed all day wearing the silk pajamas that he gifted you last week, then by all means relax. If you want to go out to see a movie followed by a nice dinner at the newest upscale restaurant in the Country, then he will book a flight there with no problem. Spy knows what it's like to be constantly working, he is a spy after all. He takes his self-care time very seriously. After a nice night out with good food and drinks, he will draw you a nice bubble bath with any of your favorite fragrances and let you soak for however long you desire. Spy is a man who knows how to pamper properly.

Miss Pauling:

This poor woman still does work even on her day(s) off. Hearing that you both share the same day off she rushes to your side and asks if she can do her paperwork with you. Sitting together doing work makes the day go by faster and the work more enjoyable. You both managed to convince the other to take regular breaks every hour or so. So, during your breaks you both would walk over to the vending machine to get a drink or walk up and down a flight of stairs just to get the blood pumping through your legs. She may not know exactly how to relax, but you both manage to get some work done before you both end up napping together on the couch.

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Ta-Da!~

All of this fic was inspired by what I would desire for my day off if I worked 27/7 all year long. :)