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libraincarnate · 2 years ago

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quick note: i'm absolutely not an astrologer. these are just a collection of some observations, thoughts, theories, and personal experiences. with that being said, i'm still learning along the way & i may come back to edit this post to make corrections. above all this is just for fun. lastly, keep in mind that i’m not reading your birth chart and i know nothing about you. these are just some possibilities that may or may not apply to you. enjoy!

➷ capricorn/saturn doms: they absolutely won’t be an enabler. they’re big on competence and aren’t too fond of overdependent people. it’s lowkey repulsive to them when people won’t even bother trying, choose not to put in the work, or they always want/expect people to do things that they’re capable of doing for themselves. they value independence so they don’t just encourage others to be independent but they expect themselves to be independent and competent as well. otherwise they’ll put in the effort to learn. they hold themselves to the same standards they have for others.

➷ gemini in the 7th house, especially with inner planets or a stellium: for these natives, the person they end up marrying must be funny. might even be a deal breaker for them if their partner isn’t funny. they love to laugh, like to joke with they’re friends/loved ones, so they have to be able to laugh and joke with the person they’re going to spend the rest of their life with. may desire someone with a similar sense of humor. they bring an upbeat & lighthearted energy into their relationships and they need to be able to express themselves or feel comfortable enough to be themselves. communication is also of great importance in their relationships. they may want to text and talk to their favorite people all through out the day.

➷ saturn brings difficulties and challenges but there are also rewards. so if your saturn placement has only brought you trouble or hardship stay tuned to see the blessings in disguise, how/where your hard work pays off, how/where you’ll reap what you've sowed.

saturn in the 10th house - you may experience conflict with your bosses, those who are superior to you or have more authority than you. they may be condescending, a classist, a megalomaniac, or they held you back in some way. but you endure that mistreatment and later on you receive a promotion, you obtain a leadership position, maybe you take their spot. but in your new position you don’t treat your subordinates like your bosses or mentors have treated you. you’ve learned from that experience, you know what it’s like. you treat all your employees or the people working under you with the same respect, you consider and value their ideas, you give them opportunities or bonuses when deserved, they feel like you’re a good leader, they learn from you and may consider you the best boss they’ve ever had. as a result, this can contribute to a good reputation and can benefit your career.

saturn in the 2nd house - you may experience issues with your self-esteem. could be the type to look in the mirror and pick yourself apart. may be hard on yourself or too critical. perhaps you’ve been picked on or you’ve been belittled by others. but then you may start a career in the fashion/beauty industry, perhaps you become a model. because you worked through the issues that saturn presented you with regarding your confidence or your beauty, you’re now impervious to the critics, their words don’t get to you because you know yourself, you know what you’ve gone through to become a stronger person. the people who teased you now look at you with envy or admiration. you’re confident in front of casting directors, you have tough skin, you don’t compare yourself to other models, your confidence oozes through your magazine covers, you have a strong presence on the runway. and perhaps there’s a sense of professionalism about you that makes clients or designers come back for more, time after time, leading to longevity or an impressive resume or portfolio.

saturn in the 4th house - you may have been your own parent, probably felt like you had to raise yourself and your siblings. may have felt more like a parent to your parents than they were to you. you couldn’t depend on your family or mom so you we’re only able to depend on yourself. you had to be an adult when you were just a kid. your experiences here can make you feel reluctant to have children of your own. but if you do have end up having kids, you could make a great parent. yes saturn can be strict, and you may be a parent that emphasizes rules, respect, hard work, etc. but you’ll also give them the childhood experience you didn’t get to have. your upbringing/family life was hard so you want it to be better and smoother for them. they don’t have to feel the burdens of life and responsibilities so early and so harshly, they have someone they can depend on, a parent that’s always there for them. raising them to be awesome human beings with good morals, passing on the wisdom & life lessons you’ve gained, giving them the affection you didn’t receive, making home feel like a safe environment. you’re patient with them. the difficult times at home gave you experiences and lessons that make parenthood easier to handle. and that child or your children may help you heal you from those emotional wounds. you might look back on those tough times and be proud of yourself when you see the family you came from and the family you’ve created.

the themes of saturn may not always be fun but they’re necessary. and depending on the way saturn plays out in your chart, it may present you with things that you’ll later look back on and be grateful for.

➷ leo in the 12th house: may struggle with the idea of fame or popularity, shying away from the spotlight but lowkey wanting it, struggling with self-expression, you stand out but want to hide, reminds me of this emoji 🎭, you appear happy & sunny on the outside but you may feel dead inside, could express your pain through music, acting, or art. you're aware of the activity in your subconscious. you're introspective, and more humble, not boastful or flashy. could be proud of how you’ve faced adversity or overcame the suffering you've experienced, you could be like a light to others who have faced similar experiences, potentially leading them out of their suffering. seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, you may have the tendency to remain hopeful despite everything you’ve endured.

➷ virgos remind me of cats because they’re always cleaning/grooming themselves. they constantly check their nails making sure they’re free of dirt & looking nice, they smell good, their clothes fit well and look presentable, primping their hair, making sure their skin isn’t dry/ashy, checking for nose/eye boogers, etc. idk about you guys but they’re the type of person i’d sleep with, like thank you for not being dusty and respecting me & my body. you guys know that saying “common sense isn’t so common” ? well neither is proper basic hygiene or cleanliness so i don't blame them for their tendencies.

➷ mercury dominants: probably good at typing and they type fast. may enjoy typing and testing their typing speed, trying to beat their previous wpm. naturally good with their hands, sewing, cooking, building, doing hair, drawing, etc. random, but they're probably good at untangling things like necklaces.

➷ mars in the 6th house: once they get going, they work nonstop. they want to get everything done at once. the type to do things one after another with short breaks or none at all. they may take on more than they can handle and force themselves to complete all their tasks but that’s because they can be so driven and hardworking. the types to take their work home with them. this can be detrimental for their health but for employers this is someone you’d most likely want to hire.

➷ your lilith sign may show you where you have scars (including surgery scars), where you often get cuts/wounds/pain, or the body part you obsess over because you see flaws:

gemini - hands, arms, shoulders

pisces - feet

capricorn - knees, joints

leo - heart, back, hair

cancer - chest/breasts

aries - head, face, eyes

➷ chiron in aquarius: may have experienced troubling friendships, or losing a lot of friends. loyal to a fault, you put great effort into your friendships, maybe you were more considerate, more eager to be their friend, and you’re probably a good, genuine friend, but the love and energy you showed them wasn’t reciprocated or they suddenly turned on you.

➷ stewie from family guy has to have prominent capricorn & aquarius placements. he’s sarcastic, funny with a dry sense of humor, so damn smart, smarter than his peers, wise beyond his years, inventive, independent, ambitious, great with technology & he has so many cool devices & gadgets, he’s a baby but he’s mature, logical, and his personality makes him appear older than he looks. hmm, probably some scorpio or aries in his chart too because he’s also revengeful, holds grudges, strategic, driven, and can be violent. despite his possible aquarius placements, his main and constant friend has been the family dog brian who is mature and much older (56 in dog years) than stewie. he must have some stuff going on in his 4th house too, he basically hates his family & he's so mean to them, especially his mom 😂 maybe he has mars in his 4th house. he’s straightforward & tends to be condescending and harsh/rude. he also likes to be in control & he’s an initiator which may be due to the cardinal energy if he does any have capricorn and aries placements.

➷ gemini rising/mercury, sag rising/mercury: because you're so funny & sarcastic people may not take you or your words seriously because they always think you're joking. others can be shocked when you have to take it up a notch to show them you’re serious cause they don’t see that side of you often. your reaction is unexpected. but you also don't take life seriously either. with that being said, it’s rare to see these natives fuming especially with more reserved moon signs or those that like to have control over their emotions like capricorn, virgo, and scorpio moon.

➷ taurus in the 6th house: may be prone to procrastination and being messy. taurus is often described as lazy or not quick to act, so they might not be the types to put things back where they got it from or they clean up in a half-assed manner. and they’re stubborn so if they don’t want to do something or they want to do it later, it may be hard to dissuade them. i’ve also noticed they tend to have stable employment & this is partly due to their great work ethic and determination. they always have a job, if they’re unemployed it’s not for long, or they've worked at the same job for many years making it a huge part of their career and resume.

➷ pluto in the 7th house: may be possessive of their relationships. not just romantic relationships, but their relationships with those who are important or closest to them. best friend, family, etc. you’re their favorite person so they want to be your favorite person. if they have a best friend, they don't want that person to have other best friends, they want to be the closest person to them. i also think this stems from a place of control & fear. they don’t get close to a lot of people but they’ve opened up to a few selected people & shared some of their secrets with them, so they don’t want the people they’ve trusted to potentially share those things with others or to form stronger bonds with other people because they might leave them for someone else.

➷ 9th house ruler in the 5th house: sunday school teacher for children, arts/fashion school, may have played sports in college/university, a division 1 or 2 school maybe, a sports coach, possibly a hedonist, popular in school, interested in child development, learning could be something you enjoy, confident in your intelligence, creating and planning fun trips, proud of your academic achievements, lots of college parties & hookups, having a pleasurable and memorable college experience, the type to either put fun before their studies or to go to class late & still drunk from the night before but you excel anyways, inspired by different cultures, could be good at playing games like chess.

9th house ruler in the 8th house - religious trauma, a natural interest in the occult or esoteric spiritual practices, may study finance or business, well versed in psychology, may be a therapist, mortuary school, challenging the law, unpleasant or negative experiences with spirits, someone who possesses profound knowledge, people may ask you, “how do you know that stuff?” may teach others about sex & the reproductive systems like sexual education, sharing your knowledge about astrology.

9th house ruler in the 11th house - science over spirituality, studying politics, could like traveling or going on vacation with your friends, an atheist, could be the wisest one or religious one in your friend group, the friend people go to for advice, philanthropic/generous, might’ve gone to trade school, took online/virtual classes, received alternative education other than the traditional college/university, part of a sorority/fraternity, interested in astronomy, big dreams, wanting to make an impact in the world, possessing knowledge & ideas that could change the world in some way.

➷ empty 2nd house: when it comes to your personal belongings, most of the things you have may have been given to you or someone purchased them for you, you can be low-maintenance, not really having any personal income, but you may have money from other sources like an inheritance or a benefactor, or you rely on your family or government assistant for your financial needs, others might pay your bills, you may be indifferent to shopping, might not cook often, possibly having a simple wardrobe, nothing too fancy, not materialistic, could be indifferent towards money, you’re not impressed by it.

if you read this until the end i hope you enjoyed it & thank you so much for reading. ♥︎♥︎♥︎, those hearts are for you.

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ctheathy · 1 year ago

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HI again! I was wondering if you could do a flippy+fliqpy x reader who is very kind and sweet to him and just gives him the love he MOST DEFF deserves? already dating headcannons if your able to

Flippy+Fliqpy w/ Sweetheart!Darling

Flippy x Reader x Fliqpy

General+Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Both Flippy and Fliqpy shall be kept in different sections to prevent confusion between the two as always!!

Flippy/Reader/Fliqpy [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

PTSD symptoms [On Flippy’s part] • Mentions of war • Overworking •

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Flippy :

Honey, you and your antics are literally all the man needs in his life. I can see Flippy finding a massive amount of emotional support from you just being there for him, your presence is more than enough to cease any considered stress he might have been feeling beforehand and soften up his mood for the rest of the day. He always seems to be happy and relaxed whenever you happen to be around. You’re truly like the only comfort person the green bear has in his life. And he shall do everything in his power to make sure to keep you aware of that fact. He’ll oftentimes bring you gifts and other small items to showcase his appreciation for your constant, endearing kindness to him. As it means more to the male than words could ever tell you.

He tends to shy away from too much physical contact at times, but he’ll certainly hold your hand here and there for emotional support. Especially whenever feeling overwhelmed in the slightest, one tiny squeeze can put him back at ease. He is so internally grateful for the fact you manage to keep him stable like this, which is why he... attempts to return the favour. Flippy tries to be so incredibly gentle when it comes to you, knowing he can have quite the harsh and strong grip as a whole. But this also causes him to be slightly awkward and knowing where to put his hands and such for the longest time. You’ll have to ease him into it little by little, and that’s when he becomes a little teddybear towards you. As soon as you warm him up to it, there’s not gonna be a single moment where he doesn’t crave your touch. He’ll become slightly more clingy due to your caring and loving nature. Including giving you affection of his own. Such as caresses whenever he gets close, an arm around your shoulder, and all the many many times where he entangles his pinky finger with your own whenever on a walk; Associating it with a sense of promise.

Flippy would oftentimes offer for the both of you to go on soothing and gentle dates with one another. Picnics, skygazing, tea parties; uncomplicated deeds such as those, just wanting to go out with you without potential stressful situations. We all know Flippy here isn’t the biggest fan of activities that can result in trouble, are too noisy for his liking or may have a chance of triggering his ptsd in one way or another. He has always been haunted by the mere thought of the battlefields he faced in the past, so all he truthfully desires is a simple and familiar routine in his life where he can live without feeling the constant need to flee for his safety. He just wants an easy-peasy life with you that isn’t revolved around war and the pain of others. As the simple thought of losing you to the same incidents he has lost his peers to leaves the bear shaken up and absolutely mortified.

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Fliqpy :

Being the defense mechanism to Flippy’s trauma, it’s only natural he is going to be a lot less humane with you and more on the rough side than his merciful counterpart. But considering Flippy’s undying love for you, Fliqpy is going to be growing a soft spot of his own. Even if he tends to show you this through ... rather unique ways and means. He’s a big tease and takes any opportunity to just- bully you. You better expect a daily flick to your forehead, cause it’s going to happen. At this rate, he would pretty much do anything to just get on your nerves and get a reaction out of you. Would put down constant traps in order to just troll you. And as soon as you manage to get lured into one, he is going to be laughing at you like a madman and ridicule you for not being careful enough with your step.

Fliqpy would constantly insist and technically just force you along with the prompt that he gets to train with you and learn you the basics of self defense and combat. He’d sometimes slinger around commentary and scary suggestions that could result in similar motives for you to keep your guard up around the place. He’d teach you how to work with the more common variants of weapons for the sake of your safety, even if it happens to be against your agreement; you’ll be dragged into it whenever you have interest in it or not. These little training sessions can definitely cause you to grow overworked and exhausted rather quickly though, as Fliqpy treats you as he would a comrade back during the violent attacks of war itself.

On a sweeter note, though; you’ll probably be the only individual he can tolerate enough to share his background with. He’ll want to tell you everything he experienced in graphic detail and leave nothing out of the story. He’ll tell you about the many secrets of any vicious ambushes he and his team faced back in the day. Including what the experience can actually do to a person, leading to some more deep and serious conversational topics. With your influence, I also believe Fliqpy to grow the ability to become less hostile over time. His killings are most likely not going to take a stop, but he tends to grow the slightest bit more forbearing towards the other bystanders while being less bloodthirsty than he was before. And all because he got the experience the chance to share these horrible occurrences and traumatic events among somebody he grew a sense of trust with.

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m2ok · 10 months ago

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Golden Salvation Pt.3

Pt.1 Pt.2

Cowboy!ghost x m!reader

A/N: The final part is here !! This series has been so fun to do that part of me wants to do another cowboy AU but with Price. I might do some smaller fics first, we’ll see. Anyways! Enjoy my loves! Mwah mwah

Simon slept late into the next morning, lost to the world in a rare moment of utter relaxation. Skin scrubbed clean of its usual dirt and stubble, he looked almost boyish - troubled brow smoothed, dense frame gone lax in your arms. An image of vulnerable peace you’d wager few had witnessed in all his storied years.

Stirring faintly as you subtly moved, Simon nestled closer with a contented sigh, arm reflexively tightening its protective hold around your frame as if even in his sleep he sought to shield you from further harm.

Exhaustion had etched itself deep in him, but in the dull light seeping past lowered lashes you could see shadows beginning to fade from his features. A sight to lift even the most wounded soul’s spirit, seeing one who guarded others so staunchly finally finding solace in another’s care.

You would smile softly as you ran your thumb across his brow, smoothing away the rest of his worries as you cupped his cheek. You were careful not to wake him with the gentle touches, content to just watch him slumber for as long as he chooses.

You felt lucky to see him like this, and a large part of you thought taking a bullet was worth it. To be able to see him so relaxed and content was something you never thought you would be able to witness. It was like the eighth wonder of the world seeing him so…at ease.

You were hopelessly in love with this man, feelings that ran so deep it almost ached to feel them entirely. Your heart was filled to the brim with absolute adoration for Simon, and it was the one thing in your life you knew would never change, you would always be his.

Simon began to stir slowly as if sensing your tender gaze, even submerged in dreams. Blearily his eyes flickered open to meet your smiling face, and for a moment he simply blinked in bemused confusion - as if certain this couldn't be real.

But no, you were there. Warm and soft and smiling down at him like he was some kind of miracle himself. It still struck him dumb sometimes, the purity of your emotion shining through despite all he’s put you through. That you could look upon a wreck of a man like him and feel anything close to what swelled in his own heart.

Wordlessly, Simon reached up to lightly brush calloused knuckles against your cheek, drinking in every beloved feature like a dying man granted water. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness. Didn’t deserve the love shining in your eyes, warming him through like sunlight, but he'd be damned if he wasn’t going to spend every last day making sure you never regretted giving him a place beside you.

“Mornin’, Sunshine,�� he rumbled, voice sleep-rough but smoldering with intent. Leaning up to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, Simon silently swore to spend his every waking moment showing you just how much you meant to him.

You would smile softly into the kiss, languid and slow in order to make up for lost time. It was only when you both needed to breath that you pulled away, a smile on your lips and eyes crinkled in happiness as his taste lingered on your tongue. You ran a hand through his bed tousled hair with a soft hum.

“Good morning, Si. Slept well, hm?”

Simon stretched out with a groan, nuzzling into your gentle touch like an oversized housecat. Your presence alone was enough to chase the last clinging shards of dreams from his mind, grounding him fully in this blessed moment.

“Mm, best sleep I’ve had in ages, darlin’,” he rumbled, pressing a lingering kiss to your palm.

Meeting your gaze steadily, Simon spoke softly, “from here on out, you’ll have me guardian’ your rest same as your safety. Ain’t no one gonna lay so much as a finger on you again, not while I still draw breath.” A gentle brush of calloused thumbs swept away imaginary tears, etching promise into your skin.

“Im settlin’ down for good, if you’ll have me,” always cautious of hoping, but trusting you to see straight to what lived beneath scar and grit.

Your heart stuttered at his words, nearly stopping as you took a minute to take in his statement.

“If I’ll have you,” you laughed softly, “as if I’ve ever wanted anything more.” Your words were firm, no space for him to think twice about the truth behind what you were saying.

Simon’s brows hiked in delight and disbelieving relief at your response. A brilliant, boyish grin broke across weathered features - for once unburdened by ghosts of his bloody past.

“Then I’m yours, darlin’. Mind, body and soul.” He pledged fervent promises between peppered kisses. “Gonna make you so happy you’ll forget I was ever nothin’ but a no-good outlaw.”

Rolling fluidly, Simon maneuvered your form beneath his bigger one, caging you safely in rough hands and walls of corded muscles. Gazing down at your beauty with something akin to wonder in whiskey eyes, he pressed his brow to yours.

“My light. My home,” he rumbled, pure affection sending shivers down your spine. Happiness felt strange on features so used to scowls - but by God, Simon was going to savor every sweet moment for all he was worth.

You giggled softly at his words and the ticklish feeling of his hasty kisses on your skin, a warm smile near permanent on your lips as you soaked up all the love you had missed out on these past years.

With a brain too fuzzy with pure affection, you spoke words you’d been wanting to for years, “I reckon we head North.” You said, heart once again speeding up as you realized the gravity of your words, you continued, though with waning confidence, “We could find a small plot of land - build ourselves a nice little home and a small barn and coop.” You were rambling as you reached under his arm to grab an envelope tucked into the bedside drawer, “these past couple of months without you here..I’ve been takin’ extra shifts at the saloon. Reckon I’ve got enough here for all that if we’re careful,” you said, hands shaking with fear of rejection as you held out the envelope as if worried he wouldn’t believe you.

Simon’s eyes widened into saucers at your proposition, heartbeat stuttering to a gallop in his heaving chest. For a long moment he could only stare in disbelief - scarcely daring to hope this was real. But then your shy explanation sunk in, washing over him with such a profound surge of pride and love he thought surely his seams would burst. All this time spent in your light, you’d been preparing your future without him even having a clue of knowing. Trusting that in hope when he’d scarcely trusted in himself.

Without warning Simon was clutching you tight against his pounding heart, raining desperate kisses across your sweet face near frantic with tender emotion. “Darlin’ you- this is more’n I ever dreamed could be mine,” he choked, rough thumbs wiping away tears he didn’t remember shedding.

Pulling back just enough to claim your lips in a long, slow glide of unbridled joy, Simon poured every ounce of reverence, gratitude, and love into the kiss for your blessing him so. “North it is, my light - and I’ll spend the rest of my days makin’ you proud of me.”

You would gasp at his sudden movement, holding on tight to him as he peppered kisses across your smiling face before eventually catching your lips with his.

With a soft, relaxed sigh you melted into the kiss, body melting in his hold as you looked up at him with shining eyes. You would cup his face, his cheeks squishing under your hold to create an almost laughable look as you moved your thumbs gently across scarred cheeks with loving ministrations.

“Was hoping you’d say that,” you whispered, giddy with the thought of starting a new life with this man.

Simon grinned unrepentantly down at you, “and what would I say but yes to the sweetest darlin’ this side of creation?” he rumbled, nuzzling fondly into your palm like some great, affectionate bear.

“North we’ll go then, just as soon as you’re on your feet,” Simon declared, pressing a lingering kiss to your brow. His hands swept reverently down your sides, lingering protectively over the slowly healing wound before tipping your chin up to meet his steady gaze.

“I’ll start preppin’ for the trip straightaway, and you just focus on getting your strength back, y’hear?” Low and intent, brooking no argument - but shining with a tenderness to disguise any threat in his words.

You would nod at his firm words, tucking yourself under his chin, “Can’t wait to see the mountains… and the pretty trees.” You said with a happy sigh, “oh! And snow! We’ll have to get cold weather gear - add that to your list.” You said as you grinned up at the man.

Simon listened with rapt attention, holding you close as vision of your bright future danced before his eyes.

“Snow, eh? Can’t say I’ve seen much of that white stuff before…” He mused thoughtfully, already calculating additions to be made to your little home to withstand Northern winters. Wool blankets aplenty, a sturdy chimney, thick oak doors - he’d ensure not a single draft could creep past your cozy walls.

“We’ll have the warmest cabin this side of the mountain, darlin’ - not a soul we’ll envy, I promise ya that.” Calloused fingers carded gently through your hair.

“Cabin or not, there ain’t a soul I envy as long as I have you, Simon.” You said almost immediately, words tumbling out so fast you didn’t remember even thinking them first.

Simon huffed a soft, affectionate laugh at your sweet words, cupping your cheek to brush a grateful kiss to your lips.

“And I you, darlin’. More’n any future this wanderin’ soul coulda dreamed.”

He would follow you to the end of the earth.

“Now, you just focus on healin’, Sunshine. I’ll go rustle us up some supplies proper,” with a soft parting kiss Simon crawled out of the warmth of the bed. With a soft promise to be back quick he left the cabin, boots crunching surefooted trails into the dusty streets. Townsfolk surely sensed the change in their resident outlaw.

True to his word, within quick hours supplies were stacked neat as you please - all necessities for your healing, the journey north, and simple homestead pleasures. Duty was done. Gently slipping back into covers rosy with sleep-warmth, he curled protectively around your rested form, home again at last where he belonged.

The next few days were spent with careful planning, mapping out safe routes and stops for supply refills should you need them.

The morning you were set to leave you were giddier than a child in a candy shop. While the wound still had tender healing to go through, the worst part had healed. There were a few aches here and there should you move too quickly, but nothing like the searing pain it once was.

“I’m ready, Simon!” You said, nearly skipping over to where he was packing the carriage.

Simon grinned wide as a cheshire at your bouncing excitement, spirits lifting further at your every sweet sound. You shone brighter than the rising sun, lighting his heavy heart like dawn breaking on winter’s gloom.

Gently steadying the horses with practiced care, he turned brown eyes alight with warmth and promise upon your rosy face. “Then let's be off to our future, Sunshine - I got a feelin’ It’s gonna be brighter’n any we left behind”

Kicking the team into a steady amble after climbing on, Simon settled back with a content sigh, surveying the dusty trail unfurling ahead like a red carpet rolled out just for their feet. Nothing but open sky and promise as far as the eyes could see - and each mile would bring them closer to simple joys he’d never dared dream.

Calloused fingers found yours, tangling together in bonds stronger than any chain. With your light to lead him true, Simon swore not a demon from either hell nor earth would tear him from you.

The journey was tiring - days spent riding along dirt roads and nights spent tucked away in the back of a little cart, straw bedding doing little to cushion against the splintered wooden planks.

Yet you wouldn’t trade it for the world - not with Simon by your side to keep you warm and safe, to regale you with tales of his past life and adventures.

As you made your way through the northern mountains your body seemed to relax even more than it had been, gazing out upon the sacred land as you inched ever closer to your destination.

Each mile marker fell away like shackles, yet still Simon was loathe to see the journey end - if only to keep your radiance shining beside him a moment more.

Nights found him awake long after your restful breaths smoothed to dreams, watching over your slumber as stars wheeled endlessly beyond paper-thin walls. You were here, smiling still as dawn kissed snow capped pines in greeting, two weary souls near to their destination and all the hopes therein.

By mid-morn a cheer went up as a familiar clearing broke through evergreens. Turning brown eyes bright as brandy, Simon rumbled softly, “ Welcome home, darlin’.” He said, voice near a whisper as he took in the magnificent sight in front of him.

You would gasp as you finally reached the little plot of land, eyes wide as you took in the scene of gorgeous mountains behind and trees abound ahead.

The plot had been cleared just enough for all you talked about, including a little garden. A perfect dreamy homestead just waiting for your caring hands to create.

Simon let loose a rare, boyish whoop of delight at your awestruck expression, every hardship and dark deed weighing his heavy soul suddenly justified a thousand times over.

“I know it’s a sight a bit rougher than your sunny smile, but just you wait’ll I get my hands to work!” Brown eyes gleamed with fierce passion and promise, already thinking about feats of forestry and framing his calloused fingers itched to create.

With care belying his bulky frame, Simon quickly began unpacking essentials for a cozy camp - sparse but sufficient until more permanent lodgings could be raised from rich wood.

“For now let's get you fed and rest all proper,” he rumbled, pressing a doting kiss to your cheek.

After a humble meal of game Simon caught and red wine from a nearby town, you both fell asleep that night happy and looking forward to the next day when you could find helping hands to start making your perfect home.

It was about a month and a half later when you were done, with the help of many new kind folk, there standing proud and bright was a quaint cottage big enough for the two of you with a bit of extra room for hobbies. It was painted a soft shade of blue, a red wood door adorning the front and a cute little wrap around porch protecting your new shared home.

You stood outside, hands now rough and calloused from hard work resting on your hips as you stared at the building.

Simon slotted the final beam true, wonderment stealing his breath away as months of toil melted beneath the aching brilliance of your smile, every callus and strain of muscle well repaid.

Striding to your side, broad hands gently encircled your waist until foreheads met in shared bliss, eyes aglow with all the tender hopes this home’s thick walls now sheltered.

“Darlin’, I do believe we’ve gone an’ built us our own corner of heaven here,” he rumbled softly, thrilling to feel your heart swell against his in answer. No finer reward than seeing the light in your face nourished by comforts his hands had wrought.

Too choked with tears to respond, you took his hand and stepped inside the new home. The fresh scent of cedar and pine filling your nose as you explored each and every room with child-like wonder. Simon watched with a gentle smile as you explored your new domain, following dutifully behind as he too studied each detail with a sharp painter’s eyes, mentally furnishing each bare space with memories and comforts yet to be.

Turning you gently in well worn hands when the tour came to an end, Simon gazed upon your sweet face with all the devotion of endless skies.

You all but smirked up at him, planting a soft kiss on his lips before encircling your arms around his neck to press warm bodies together.

“Reckon we need to uh… christen that new bedroom of ours, hm?” You teased, a hint of something mischievous in your voice as you batted long eyelashes up at him.

Simon let out a low chuckle, eyes already turning dark as rich barley fields at your siren’s song. Fingers trailing feather-soft along the flawless planes of cheek and jaw long dreamed of, he peered deep into eyes overflowing with all he once believed himself unworthy of.

Scooping you up with practiced care, never breaking contact save to brush a reverent kiss to willing lips, Simon turned towards the bedroom with a purposeful stride.

“An’ why darlin’, I reckon that’s the finest idea I’ve heard in many a year,” gently shouldering through freshly hung door to deposit treasure of beyond calculating worth amidst downy rumples waiting to cradle your joinings, Simon gazed upon the angel fate had seen fit to place within his blessed and devoted keeping.

The night was spent with soft moans filling the room, Simon near worshiping your body as he pulled every whine and whimper he could out of your sweet lips. He was intent on showing you just how deeply he loved you, no doubt leaving you nearly unable to walk the next morning because of it.

As you lay in the bed, the only furniture in the house, you gazed out the window with a weary yet blissful gaze - body content with the pleasure it had been blessed with before you fell asleep with a happy hum, spent bodies pressed against one another as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber. The next days and weeks would bring their own hardships, but here in this moment you were safe and full with love. With Simon holding you close and protective in his arms you were happier beyond belief, and you felt more than lucky that you would get to feel this same way for the rest of your new shared lives. You had saved Simon from damnation, your golden light pulling him from the dark. You were his salvation, his everything.

end~

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its-time-to-write · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I hope you’re well !! Thank you so much for keeping the Jaimie Tartt community well fed like I will forever be in your debt you’re amazing‼️‼️ My humble request is in honor of SNTV:) My favorite songs are Enchanted and Sparks Fly so maybe a complicated angsty start up to a fluffy love confession (like they just haven’t gotten the timing right until now or they were friends and then something happens to her). IDK anyway sorry for the word vomit and thank you bunches for all your hard work!!

I loved this request!! Also sorry, all my fics seem to be ending the same way this days😬 But we keep getting to the ending in new and exciting ways so hopefully no one cares! Enjoy!

wonderstruck

You knew the moment you met Keeley Jones that your friendship was going to be a wild ride. You were still in uni, and had picked up a one-off job as one extra on a commercial shoot. The pay wasn’t bad (hey, it was extra money) and you were willing to sacrifice a Saturday for it. Keeley was one of the frontrunners for the commercial, all big hair and wild makeup. You had bumped into her by chance at the food table, started talking, and the rest was history. One random job turned into a solid four years of friendship. It was a funny dynamic between you and Keeley, because she was both older sister and antagonizer. She liked to pull you out of your comfort zone, taking you to clubs, parties, events, whatever as her plus one. Well, until she started dating a prick footballer named Jamie Tartt.

You didn’t meet him while they were together. You’d already known Keeley for two and a half years at that point, and understood she had shit taste in men. You weren’t afraid to tell her that to her face and she’d just laugh and say, “I know babes, but it’s right fun, innit?”

You’d laugh and shake your head, then go back to carefully painting her nails in the brightest, sparkliest colors imaginable.

Keeley was really, really good for you.

She called you the night she broke up with Jamie, and you came over to her house with a giant bottle of champagne only to find her and another woman, a Rebecca Welton, already proper tipsy and giggling on the floor. They were still dolled up from that night’s benefit while you were in pajamas, but you didn’t let that stop you. You downed half a bottle while Keeley and Rebecca cheered. You were glad Keeley had dumped that awful, cheating, self-absorbed prick. She deserved so much better.

You were glad when she started dating Roy Kent. He was a lot more down-to-earth than she was, and they were a good balance for each other. You wondered if Keeley gravitated toward those of a more serious nature in the same way you were drawn to those who were more spontaneous.

Post-uni, you had started your own business. It was kind of a random venture, something you had begun for a friend, but then it took off. You made the most outrageous, eccentric day-to-day dresses, taking a simple pattern then transforming it with wild patterns, tulle, and the occasional sparkle. Keeley, angel that she was, modeled some of them and put them on her instagram. And just like that, you were selling out.

It was absolutely insane, but you were able to spend the week making two dresses and then turn over a nice profit. You felt like you were overcharging but Keeley said, “Babe, if you’re selling out, you might be undercharging.”

All that to say, life with Keeley Jones as your friend was absolutely magical. You’d do anything for her. Including going to a fucking benefit as her plus one.

—

“Why can’t you just take Roy?”

“Roy’s already got his own invite. He’s a coach, so he has to be there even though he’s going to fucking hate it.” Keeley laughs. She thinks Roy’s grumpiness is endearing.

“Alright, why’d you get a plus one then? It doesn’t make sense, Keels,” you counter.

Keeley refuses to meet your eyes. “It’s entirely possible that Rebecca gave me one so that you’d come.”

“Keeleyyy,” you groan.

She shoves your shoulder playfully. “She knew if she sent you a direct invite you wouldn’t go, and she said she’d let us meet up at her house to get ready together! C’mon babes, it’s going to be so much fun and we’ll look sooo fucking fit walking the red carpet together, yeah?”

She gives you her widest puppy-dog eyes, lower lip pushing out. You sigh.

“Fucking fine. Fine. But you’re coming with me to pick out a dress. And you’re buying my coffee.”

Keeley cheers and tackles you in a hug. “You won’t regret it, I swear. Worst case you can just bitch about it with Roy the next day.” You laugh. You and Roy bitch about a lot of things together.

—

The red carpet is absolutely terrifying. It’s louder than you would have thought and the flashes from the camera are giving you a headache.

“How the hell do you do this?” you ask Keeley through a smile.

She laughs for the cameras. “Loads of practice, babe,” she replies in a perfect pose. “Now look at me and laugh at something I said.”

You’re almost done and the paps are asking for a photo of Keeley and Roy, so you wait off to the side near the entrance for them. You crane your neck to try to find Rebecca, to no avail. You do however catch the eye of someone with a very nice fashion sense and very, very blue eyes. He gives you a once-over and grins. You blush and turn back to Keeley and Roy who have finished and are making their way over to you. Keeley grabs your hand and says, “Hi Jamie!” while Roy rolls his eyes. Jamie says, “Hey Keeley,” and nods to Roy. “Grandad.”

“Fuck you,” Roy replies, and you’re surprised at the borderline affectionate tone he’s using. Especially considering Jamie is Keeley’s ex. He’s not really what you would have expected, but you don’t have time to dwell on that because Keeley’s dragging you inside the benefit venue.

—

Jamie is sitting at the same table as you.

Correction: he’s sitting right fucking next to you and it’s all you can do to avoid eye contact with him. You had introduced yourself to him with a barely suppressed grimace and steeled yourself for a long, misogyny-filled night.

You were so tense that Keeley put her hand on your knee and said, “I’ve got to go reapply my lipliner, d’you want to come with?”

You got up and followed her, feeling far too exposed in your backless, purple-sequined dress.

“Alright babe, what gives?” she asks once you’ve made it to the bathroom. “You’re wound up so tight I could stick coal up your ass and get a diamond.”

That makes you crack a smile and you shrug. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Keeley shakes her head. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, I’ve had four years of practice knowing exactly when you’re telling me a fib.”

“Who’s fibbing?” Rebecca says, walking in the door. “I saw Keeley drag you in here, and I didn’t want to miss out on some girl talk.”

“Oh thank god you’re here,” you say, relieved. “I’ve been looking for you for the past hour and couldn’t find you.”

Rebecca self-consciously smooths her hair. “I’ve been- busy,” she says. “But this isn’t about me. What are you fibbing about?”

You look between Rebecca and Keeley then deflate. “I have to sit next to Jamie Tartt.”

Keeley and Rebecca share a look. “I don’t see what that’s such a bad thing,” Rebecca says.

You look at her in disbelief. “Jamie Tartt? The biggest prick in all of London, and quite possibly all of England? Cheated on Keeley multiple times and all-around arsehole?”

Keeley grimaces. “Yeah, not one of his finer points in life.”

“See?” you say. “He’s the fucking worst!” Rebecca and Keeley share another look.

“Stop fucking doing that,” you say. “What?”

“Darling,” Rebecca says gently, “he’s changed.”

You’re not buying it, a sentiment that is evident in your expression.

“It’s true, babes,” Keeley affirms. “And look, I’d probably be the fucking last person to say it. But he has! He’s loads better than he used to be, an absolute sweetheart. Even Roy loves him.”

You snort.

“Okay, maybe love is a strong word,” Keeley amends. “But he likes him! Roy said Jamie’s the best player on the team, and possibly one of the best in the country!”

You’re still not buying it.

“Listen,” Rebecca says. “Give him one hour free of bias. Forget who he was and give him a chance. You might be surprised.”

You look to Keeley, unsure. It is her ex, after all.

To your surprise, she’s smiling and nodding. “Go for it,” she says. “You never know what could happen.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you laugh. Only Keeley Jones could try to pawn her ex off on her best friend with the confident assurance that he’s a better man now. You know she’s not lying, or at least she believes Jamie’s changed. You’re not sure what to believe, but you’ll take Rebecca’s advice and give Jamie one hour to change your mind.

—

You’re not in your seat two seconds before Jamie starts talking to you.

“Why d’you look so nervous love? I don’t bite.” He grins. “Much.”

You catch yourself before you grimace and instead say, “This whole thing isn’t really my scene. It’s a lot of people I don’t know, and I’m only here ‘cause Keels asked me to be her plus one.”

Jamie still has that obnoxious grin on his face. “What does Roy think about you stealing his girlfriend? Can’t imagine he’d take it lying down.”

You glance over at Keeley and Roy. His arm is around the back of her chair and she’s leaning into him ever so slightly.

You say, “I’ve been here longer than he has, so if anyone’s stolen her, it’s him,” and you watch the pieces click into place in Jamie’s head.

“Shit,” he says. “You’re the best friend. Shoulda known when you told me your name.”

You shrug.

“Makes sense,” he continues. “I wondered why you weren’t fuckin’ beside yourself to be sitting by the fittest bloke in the room.”

You roll your eyes, hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

He pulls his chair a little closer and looks at you again with those perfect blue eyes. “Seriously, I am sorry. I was a prick. It took Keeley breaking up with me for me to start gettin’ my head out of me arse.” Jamie’s words back up what Keeley and Rebecca told you. You’re not entirely ready to brush his past under the rug, but tell him that it seems like he did a right proper job of it, which makes him laugh.

“Do you really think you’re the fittest guy in here?” you ask.

Jamie gestures to the room. “Look around, babe. I ain’t lying.”

You laugh, and the tension dispels. You’ve 55 minutes to go, and then you can go back to hating him. For now, you’ll let him keep cracking jokes.

—

The hour is up, but you’re still talking to Jamie. You don’t stop to consider why he’s still talking to you (maybe because he can’t stand the idea of anyone hating him) but he is. It’s actually enjoyable, so when he asks you to accompany him to the dance floor, you look to Keeley for approval instead of outright rejecting him.

Keeley says, “Go on babe, I’m gonna try to convince this one to get out there for at least one dance,” and Roy says, “Fuck no.”

You let Jamie take your hand as he promises, “No funny business, I swear,” and you just laugh.

You laugh through three songs because Jamie has a way of making you giggle. He swings you around and executes all kinds of moves that you’re sure you could never replicate, but you assume that being a Premier League footballer means he’s got to be coordinated. Makes sense that he can dance.

The fourth song is a slow one, so you move to leave the dance floor but Jamie catches your hand.

“Stay,” he says. “I’m having a really great time with you.”

You feel Keeley kick the bottom of your shoe from where she’s swaying with her arms around Roy’s neck.

It makes you stumble a little, just enough for Jamie to have to catch you. He grins. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

He puts your hands around his neck and his on your waist. It’s a soft touch, but you can feel sparks shooting up your hipbones.

You’re absolutely fucked.

Jamie doesn’t say a single thing, just sways along with the soft music and gazes into your eyes. You can’t look away no matter how hard you try.

The song ends and you let go of Jamie. He slides a hand up you waist and down your arm, lifts your hand to his lips, and kisses your inner wrist.

Before you can form a coherent thought, he’s gone.

Rebecca and Keeley are on you in a moment.

“You’re both coming to mine,” Rebecca says. “You have time to go home and get pajamas, but I’m getting out of here as soon as I can. I just made sure my pantry was restocked.”

—

It’s 2am. Rebecca and Keeley have successfully gotten you to admit that you like Jamie.

Against all odds, you like him.

Fuck.

“You’re sure it’s not weird?” you ask Keeley as you pace around Rebecca’s bedroom.

“For the millionth time, babe,” she says, “I really don’t. I think you two would be fucking adorable together.”

Rebecca nods in agreement. “I’m on Keeley’s side on this one. Jamie used to be a right little shit, but he’s really turned it around. And could you please stop wearing a hole in my rug? It’s giving me anxiety.”

You abruptly stop and plop down on the bed. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he was only trying to make me not hate him because I’m Keeley’s best friend?”

Rebecca makes an offended noise so you amend: “Sorry, one of Keeley’s best friends?”

“Listen,” Keeley says making her way to your spot on the end of the bed. She holds your arms. “I know Jamie. He was fucking interested. And he hasn’t been that way in a while. You should just fucking go for it.”

“I don’t know,” you say slowly. Rebecca and Keeley groan and flop back onto the bed.

“You’re absolutely hopeless,” Rebecca says, but it’s laced with affection. You grin.

“That’s why you love me.”

—

You don’t sleep. Keeley is sandwiched between you and Rebecca on Rebecca’s absolutely massive bed, and all you can think about is Jamie’s blue eyes and the sparks of electricity you felt wherever he touched you.

You can still feel the kiss on your wrist.

—

It rains for three days and you refuse to go to Nelson Road. Keeley’s out sick anyway, and Rebecca is busy with work. You are too, working on a commission in electric blue. It’s very cozy inside your flat, soft music playing as the rain plinks on your roof. You’re wearing your good sweats, the ones that match and don’t have stains. Your hair is freshly clean and pulled back in a clip and there’s a pot of tea on the stove.

Your heartbeat has not been normal since dancing with Jamie. It’s beating in an irregular pattern, horrendously out of sync with the calming sound of rain. You can’t get it to calm down so you decide to indulge and replay your entire interaction with Jamie, as a treat.

You’re just thinking about his hands on your waist and letting your mind wander to where else you think they should go, when there’s a knock on the door. You frown.

That’s odd. Who on earth could be at your door at 7pm on a Monday in pouring rain? You pad across the living room to the door and open it to find a very wet Jamie.

“Hi,” he says, and then he’s pulling you onto the porch and kissing you in the pouring rain.

You’re soaked through to the bone, but you don’t care. All you can feel is Jamie’s hair as you run your fingers through and his lips on yours as they devour you. It’s straight out of a movie.

You shiver, and Jamie breaks away.

“Got your address from Keeley,” he says. “She’s the one who told me to come here. Can we go inside?”

You nod mutely and let him in. “Aren’t you cold?” you ask.

He just laughs. “Nah babe, I run hot. You look right fucking freezing, though. Good thing I’m here, I’ll help you warm right up.”

You’re really starting to shiver. “You should get out of those clothes,” you say through chattering teeth.

“Could say the same about you,” Jamie replies. “Where’s your bedroom at?”

You all but drag him up the stairs to your room.

You think you’re going to kill Keeley for telling Jamie you liked him, but then you’re flat on your back, bare skin pressing into the duvet as Jamie Tartt presses hot kisses up your neck, and you forget all about her.

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gloomwitchwrites · 7 months ago

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Hello lovely!! I’m so happy you are getting more and more followers! You deserve the praise and so much more!!

I was curious how you thought the members of clone force 99 would act when jealous. And do they maybe act differently in the bedroom after if you catch my drift 👀

You do not have to do all! Just whoever comes to mind 🥰 Love ya and thank you as always!

Hey! You’re seriously so sweet!! Thank you so much. My recently follower growth has been crazy. I haven’t had the chance with my health being poor to sit down and take the time to go through it all. But I appreciate everyone who has given my a follow or are interacting with my work. Thank you to every single one of you. I’m so grateful.

Oh, Clone Force 99. I would say they’re my favorite copy and paste men but truly my heart is with Captain Rex. Still adore them though. Now, I’ll keep this short and sweet, but I also totally catch your drift. This is going to fall on the tamer side (sorry OP), but you should be able to read between the lines…if you catch my drift. :)

Written with gn!reader in mind.

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): jealous behavior, fluff, brief suggestive themes

Word Count: 436

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has submitted requests for the 1k follower event. This event is currently closed and I am no longer taking requests. Thank you!

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Hunter:

Hunter would sense it before it even happens.

He’d see the person starting to walk toward you and Hunter isn’t even going to allow them to try.

He is going to divert them elsewhere—either with his words or with some physical persuasion.

And he’s absolutely sticking by your side the rest of the time. Arm around your waist, hand on your thigh, or hand at the base of your neck.

Might be a bit more needy/rough with you than usual when it comes to down the physical.

Wrecker:

Knows immediately in the moment what’s happening.

Angry, but not with you.

Wrecker would absolute be rough with the individual trying to move in. He’s used to using his size and strength as an intimidation tactic. And he will do that here.

Would cause a scene unless you interfere.

Afterward, would become soft with you privately, mainly needing some physical reassurance that everything is good.

Tech:

Would have no idea what’s happening in the moment.

The rest of the Batch would have to point it out to him first.

Tech would be respectful and say that you can “handle yourself.”

When it’s clear that the intruder doesn’t get the hint, Tech will step in, and while he’d be polite, he’d also be very straightforward.

Might (or might not) need backup—depending on how receptive the other person.

Would not require physical reassurance afterward, but might ask for some verbal affirmations.

Crosshair:

Crosshair’s jealousy is subtle. He’s not one to rage or throw fists.

He might see someone making a move from across the room but instead of interfering right away, he’s going to observe from afar.

Crosshair already knows what’s happening, and he’s going to be as dramatic as possible in the confrontation.

Crosshair will wait, and will absolutely use his sniper skills to his advantage (and no he’s not going to kill anyone over this but someone might lose a finger)

Possible scenario: someone is hitting on you at the cantina and Crosshair shoots the person’s drink out of their hand from across the cantina. Like I said, dramatic.

Afterward, he might need to be a little rough in reclaiming what he believes is his.

Echo:

Echo would step in immediately. He’s not risking anything.

Would create a physical barrier, either stepping between you and the person encroaching, or he might even pull you away from the person.

He’d give them a verbal warning, and if that isn’t respected, he might be a bit more forceful even if he isn’t looking for a fight.

Afterward, Echo will certainly need some physical closeness. Lots of cuddling.

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enidtendo64 · 1 month ago

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How is Preston in the Diner at the end of falls au

I know you said that you think Pacifica is thinking she can change him. But does he deserved to be changed? The man conditioned Pacifica with a bell which is horrific!

But who knows maybe having his face re-arranged and his wife leaving him changes a man. But I am curious and skeptical about him.

Also I absolutely love your au, so far I’m loving the additions you made to characters and the fun dynamics I’ve seen so far!!!

I never thought of Albert Corduroy before as a character but I find what you did with him interesting!

AND You added additions like Tres and Quattro and Abigale that make me JUST *GESTURES HANDS HAPPILY*

One more thing is McGucket and Tate also going to be in this? And if so, what is their relationships with Pacifica like?

I know some people started making McGucket and Pacifica close because of weridmagedeon and because Pacifica might have inventor genes from Abigale so I’m wondering your thoughts on it

Sorry if this is just a bit much but this quickly gained my attention and became one of my favorite aus

Oh I’m not even gonna try to be mysterious about it, Preston sucks lol. It’s more just, it’s more about Pacifica’s evolving character that she wants to try to help him than him in general. She sees herself cut from the same cloth as him, I mean she’s as Northwest as he is. But with Dipper and Mabel’s help, she was able to grow despite her environment and people around her. She thinks that if she doesn’t at least try to help him, then isn’t she kind of like a hypocrite? Like why is she any different than him?

But really that’s just all part of the entire mock show’s recurring themes of Pacifica being forced into situations and headspaces that kids don’t normally have to deal with (I.e. having to work to pay rent, worrying about job security, being consistently in the face of the concept of death and loss) and her not realizing it’s different for her and her dad. She was just a kid, sure she did make her mistakes, but they also had a heavy hand in why she was who she was. Sure Preston can change, but he has more responsibility and penance bc he’s an adult—he should’ve known better. Oh and also he’s like her dad so she is also clinging to that lol.

Thank you! Honestly this started out as just finding it funny that Paz works at the diner post show, but then I started just using it as a way to use and explore other minor or background characters in the show. I more or less gave myself a rule that I’ll try to have no complete ocs for the living people, and I can make OCs only for the ghosts, just so we can really use everyone! Or at least try to, to an extent lol

YES I had to put Archibald in bc he’s basically one of the catalysts for why Pacifica has such an interesting post series story! Not only is she working at the diner, but apparently Archibald and the rest of the lumberjack spirits around have been protecting her from Bill! Like she really won them over with that party 😭 makes sense tho that the zombies from scaryoke got introduced during a party they love to go crazy

YEAH! I just like using the background or one off characters lol. Quattro and Tracey are interesting cause like their clone brothers straight up died, but what’s the difference between clones vs being your own person? Did the clones have ghosts/sounds that moved on? 🤔 and then Abigale Blackwing was just a fountain of good shit to headcanon. I think her being some ghost supreme is just really cool and also lowkey fits the Northwest brand of being haunted af (like what do you MEAN they have their own graveyard on their property 😭)

So as for McGucket and Tate I had planned something where their (re)introductory episode would be ghosts bothering Pacifica at the diner and saying something crazy’s going in Northwest manor. This leads to Paz and Kevin going to Paz’ old house and Kevin finding out the Pacifica Northwest lore of her growing up in a haunted house, and Pacifica ACTUALLY seeing how haunted it was instead of just getting a chilly feeling all the time. They meet with McGucket and Tate who are the reasons the ghosts are in a tizzy, they’re full ghost harassing! All four team up when an especially malevolent Northwest ancestor starts up some trouble.

Throughout the series I imagine McGucket and Tate and the Northwest manor being recurring appearances, especially regarding either they need something specifically science-y with the ghosts OOOR…when they need to find homeless Tracey and Quattro a home….hello Father McGucket!

In terms of Paz and McGucket and Abigale, I think Pacifica feels a little weird about McGucket since he effectively owns her old home now (she’s better but lbr she’s still petty lol) but I think there’s some mutual respect. McGucket might find some of Abigale’s old schematics maybe? And probably have some great admiration/respect for her with what he sees. Paz might also surprise him by being surprisingly adept at mechanical thinking and actions (as if she’s got…muscle memory? 🤨) but Paz doesn’t think of it since she doesn’t have a huge interest in that stuff. But now you know why she’s so damn good at minigolf (“it’s all geometry, duh.”)

Thank you so much for showing so much interest! I’ve spent an embarrassingly long time thinking of this AU and will probably continue to think more of it so I’m glad there are people who like it!

#anon #asks #diner at the end of the falls #gravity falls

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holy-puckslibrary · 10 months ago

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sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

chief crosby's got a date... and its not with florist!reader

... was in a bit of a silly goofy mood, forgive me (and be sure to read the endnotes!)

gif from @littlemessyjessi

This is the last thing Sidney Crosby imagined he'd come home to: another man settled in his chair.

His cat is curled in the intruder's lap, and said intruder's hand is curled over your knee. And Sidney's soup—homemade and hand-delivered—split in bowls between you.

"Thought you didn't need a babysitter?"

Sidney watches the gleeful expression wilt on your pretty face—color drained like his bank account succeeding the egregious bid he matched to make bail—with equal measures of self-satisfaction and self-contempt.

"I-I didn't, I just—"

"Settle down, Chief," the ranger laughs. "I knew our little lady here was feeling under the weather, so I thought I'd stop by after my patrol shift and keep her company while you were indisposed."

Sidney glares into the bright cerulean eyes of one Anthony Beauvillier, a park ranger in the Atlantic Coast Uplands region.

If memory serves, he was recently transferred from Waverley to Blue Mountain but resides in Peggy's Cove. This is a 50-minute detour.

In the opposite direction.

The Fire Chief's jaw is painfully tight, his blood scalding. If it were't for his, albeit dwindling, sense of self preservation, Sidney would've marched up those two steps—recently refurbished at his hand, might he add—to forcefully remove the park narc's grubby paw from your body.

Mercifully—for all involved parties, you do so shortly and of your own volition before joining Sid in your driveway.

Guilt smeared over your sickly features, your mouth parts, an explanation hot on your tongue, but all that comes is a grizzly cough that stings Sid's chest just hearing it. Despite his vexation, he's patient with you; he owes it to you both to wait it out. He hopes this is just one big misunderstanding somehow.

But, before you're able, the absolute last person Sidney wants to hear from pipes up.

"Resting, ma biche. You're meant to be resting," Tito attempts to coax you back onto the porch—back to his side—with an outstretched, up-turned hand.

(my doe / my darling — reminder: see end for important notes!)

Not as quick with his French as he'd like to be, he growls at the perceived insult. However, rather than running his fist through the opposition's teeth in your honor, Sidney defiles it.

The park ranger, and everyone else who happens to be out and about tonight, are treated to an unexpected eyeful of their Fire Chief's innermost feelings rushing to the surface. They pour into your mouth with reckless abandon, unconcerned with his public image or the utter lack of privacy; this kiss could be broadcast on the Nightly News for all he cares.

All that matters to Sidney Crosby is making his intentions known, and crystal fucking clear. Staking his claim is just a bonus.

"Well, it looks like my work here is done."

At your dazed expression and Sid's bewilderment, Tito stands from the rocking chair with a genuine smile fixed on his face. As he deposits evergreen Stetson atop his wind-swept hair, he pauses.

"Y'all have a nice night," he winks with a tip of the brim, bidding you farewell before slipping into his government-issued Ram.

As gravel crunches under the vehicle's wheels, gears click into place behind Sidney's burnt umber eyes, now gleaming with clarity.

"Nate and Emmy." — Statement, not a question.

"Please, don't be angry. They just wanted to help because... because I didn't believe that... y'know." You gesture to the sliver of space that still separates you, a bashful little smile pushing up your feverish cheeks.

He couldn't find it in himself to be ticked off about your best friends' not-so-harebrained scheme—which, honestly, deserved more credit than he would ever be willing to give it—if he wanted to. Not while standing so close he can smell the PEI tulips you've been elbow-deep in all month, and definitely not having tasted the whisper of herbal tea lingering on your tongue.

Smirking, he closes the gap with a gentle tug.

"Oh, I know." Voice dropping to a thick hush, his lips hovering a lick above your skin, "D'you believe it now?"

The pinkish skin crinkles around his warm eyes as you pretend to think.

"I could do with a little more... convincing," you ultimately quip. "But, only if you're up for the t—"

The remainder of your cajoling is overtaken by a fit of giggles as he corrals you up and across the porch. The front door slams shut with a satisfying air of finality. Though, not before little Ember slips in with you.

Chief Crosby was thorough by nature, and he'd be damned if he didn't dedicate the evening to dispelling any and all doubts threatening to take root. Feigned, or not.

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gotcha! teehee 😋 sid really said sick germs?? no match for my LOVE!!! ALSO! tito anon, this ones for you bbyyyyy 💓💓💓💓

***** 'ma biche' was chosen because its typically humorous and rarely intended seriously, + can be considered majorly outdated (even by 60s sitcom standards)—and its not always romantic! ... it also sounds a lot like an english insult, hence sid's reaction lol (at least, according to my french-canadian grandmother who remains very confused by my random call for a french lesson on infrequently used terms of endearment lol) *****

as always, i would really appreciate if you reblogged my work, left a comment or dropped by my inbox w some feedback :) fandom runs on engagement, and so do writers!! thx a mil in advance!

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ladyeyrewrites · 2 months ago

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Feelings Hurled Like Hand Grenades

Read from Chapter One

Rated M

4893 words

Chapter Seven: Slivers of His Old Selves

Evan paced the length of their hotel room. “What if they don’t like me?” he asked. While he hadn’t gone the “full Mikey” and worn a suit, he was wearing a blue button down and a nice pair of slacks. It was kind of like Evan was trying to emulate Bobby’s dress sense – all inoffensively midwestern – which was endearing.

“They’ll probably like you more than they like me,” said Tommy. He sat on the bed to pull on his shoes. Evan had talked him out of wearing his usually boots in favour of a softer pair of tennis shoes.

“Do I look okay?” Evan asked. “It’s not too casual?” He gave a little spin for Tommy’s appraisal, which was absolutely adorable and made Tommy and to wrap himself around Evan and never let go. Only that would probably lead to activities that were counter to their goal of meeting with Tommy’s brothers on time.

“They’re just a couple of dudes, Evan,” said Tommy, tightening his laces. His sneakers felt strange on his feet, too light and too snug, but he supposed they were better than the dress shoes which he’d negotiated Evan down from packing. “It’s sweet how nervous you are though.”

Evan stopped pacing and looked down at Tommy. “I just don’t want to be the reason this doesn’t work out for you,” he said.

“Pretty sure that would be on my brothers and not on you,” said Tommy. “And just in case you’re having a little spiral in there,” Tommy stood and tapped the centre of Evan’s forehead gently, “I’ll choose you over my brothers any day.”

“But they’re your family,” said Evan, though his eyes were wide with wonder.

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“So are you,” said Tommy. “You’re the family I chose; they’re just guys I happen to be related to.” He managed to say it flippantly, as though the thought of coming this close to having his brothers in his life only to lose them all over again didn’t keep him up at night, didn’t worm it’s way into his mind when he should have been focusing on work or basketball or fixing up his latest project car or helping Evan with the wedding planning (they’d chosen the card stock for the invitations and were now working on the guestlist which would be limited by how many people could comfortably fit in Bobby and Athena’s back yard).

“I thought you wanted it to work out,” said Evan.

“I do,” said Tommy. He grabbed his wallet and the keys to their rental car off the nightstand. “I really do, and I’m nervous too, but if things do go wrong, I highly doubt it’ll be because of you, Evan. If anything, it’ll probably be my fault.”

“What makes you say that?” Evan asked.

“I left them,” said Tommy. “I promised I’d come back for them, and I didn’t and I’m not proud of that.” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t blame them if they change their minds.” Tommy sighed and allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, something he would never have imagined being able to do a year ago when they’d first gotten together. “Honestly, sometimes I’m not sure I deserve this second chance with them.”

“Tommy.” Evan shook his head and ran a hand down Tommy’s back. “Of course you deserve a second chance.”

“You have to say that, you’re my fiancé,” said Tommy and it still gave him a buzz, saying that word out loud, imagining the promise that it held: two lives entwined eternally. He sighed. “I guess, I’ve just been getting in my head about things.”

“Oh, yeah?” Evan asked, head tilting in that way of his that had captured Tommy’s attention from the start. “Anything in particular?”

“What if Mikey’s ex doesn’t like me?” Tommy asked. He pulled Evan into a hug and settled his chin on Evan’s shoulder.

Evan relaxed against him and chuckled, but not in a way that felt dismissive of Tommy’s concerns. “You worried you might not get uncle privileges?” Evan asked.

“Maybe?” Tommy shrugged. He honestly wasn’t sure why he was so nervous about the idea of not being allowed to meet kids he’d never met and only knew about because Nonna had told him about them during his visits to her over the years. From Nonna he knew that Annie played basketball like him and that Cassie liked to draw. He didn’t know his nieces and yet he loved them because Nonna loved them. “Is it weird that I feel possessive of kids I’ve never even met?” he asked.

Evan shook his head. “No, I get it. I mean it’s not quite the same, but when Chim was driving around the country with Jee trying to find Maddie, it felt like he was driving around with a part of my heart.”

And Evan sounded so earnest that Tommy simply had no choice but to kiss him about it.

Evan spent the drive from their hotel to Mikey’s apartment spouting fun facts about Dr Isabella Vandervall, one of the few Black female doctors practicing in the US in the early twentieth century and an early proponent of birth control. Tommy had no idea why Evan had latched onto her or even how he’d heard about her in the first place, but he enjoyed listening to Evan spout his fun facts and talk about Dr Vandervall’s struggles to find work in an environment increasingly designed to create barriers for women of colour in the medical field. He wondered if Evan had told Hen about her yet or if that’s what Hen had to look forward to at their next shift.

Tommy’s nerves were almost entirely forgotten by the time he pulled up in front of Mikey’s building. “Thanks,” he said, giving Evan a quick kiss before getting out of the car.

“For what?” Evan asked.

“For distracting me,” said Tommy.

Mikey’s place was hardly what Tommy would have expected from someone who worked in the tech industry: bare bones and not in any way reflective of Mikey’s personality. It kind of reminded Tommy of Evan’s place before he’d started decorating it about six months into their relationship and even then it’d taken Evan moving into Tommy’s place before he’d started really defining his taste and they’d figured out how to balance things to make what had once been Tommy’s house their shared home.

“It’s not much, I know,” said Mikey as he welcomed them inside. He’d forgone the suit in favour of a short-sleeved polo and chinos. “I let Maggie keep pretty much everything in the divorce. Felt like the least I could do after everything I put her through. Not that a sofa makes up for everything, but I figure it’s start.”

“Mikey, at some point you’re gonna have to stop beating yourself up about the past,” said Maggie.

The pink hair had been a bit of a shock given how buttoned up Mikey was, but maybe she’d died it post-divorce: new hair for a new start.

“I know,” said Mikey with a sigh. “I’m working on it.”

It broke Tommy’s heart a little to see how much Mikey still loved his ex. Maggie definitely still seemed to care for him as well but whereas Maggie was vibrant and confident in herself, Mikey seemed lost. A feeling Tommy understood all too well, even though he was good at hiding his insecurities behind a confident mask. There was a part of him that was jealous of how open his little brother was able to be about how much of a disaster his personal life was, how he was afraid to show the world his mess. That was probably a healthier way of dealing with things than Tommy’s preferred methods of bravado and defensiveness.

“Hey, uh, my boss has been in recovery for years,” said Evan. “If you want, I can give you his number.”

“Really?” Mikey blinked. “He won’t mind?”

“I don’t think so,” said Evan. “I mean, I can check with him, but he’ll probably say it’s fine.”

“That’s really kind of you, Buck,” said Maggie. Evan had told them to use his nickname, which only served to reinforce to Tommy how lucky he was to have “Evan” privileges.

“Yeah,” said Mikey. “I appreciate it, man.”

“It’s no problem,” said Evan. He then gave Mikey both his own number and Bobby’s and then that somehow evolved into Evan and Maggie sitting on the sofa showing off pictures of the kids in their lives while Mikey and Tommy stood in the kitchen watching them.

Tommy took a sip of his iced tea. “You good?” he asked.

Mikey sighed. “I miss my family, Tommy,” he said. “I miss being at home with them and I hate that I’m the one who broke our family apart. And I’m not just talking about Maggie and the girls.”

Tommy squeezed Mikey’s shoulder. “Our family was broken long before that day at the hospital,” he said. “I’m not sure it was ever not broken.”

“I’m beating myself up again, aren’t I?” said Mikey.

“Happens to the best of us,” said Tommy.

Then the door opened, and Tony let himself into Mikey’s apartment, a teenager – Noah, Tommy assumed – with reddish blond hair skulking in his shadow.

Tony actually smiled at Tommy as they shook hands. “Hey,” he said. “This is our little brother, Noah.” He gestured to the lanky teen who gave Tommy a shy smile and waved.

Tommy smiled back. “Hi,” he said. “Nonna told me a lot about you and your sister. I, uh, wish we could’ve met earlier.” And oh, how he wished he’d been brave enough to come back sooner, but honestly, Tommy still wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to face his father again. And even if he was, what would he do when faced with him? Would he shut down like he had when they’d had that run-in with Gerrard back at the medal ceremony? Would he go straight back to being that angry, wounded kid? Tommy honestly had no idea. “Hey, let me introduce you to my fiancé.” Evan had come over from the couch when Tommy’s brothers arrived and was hovering at Tommy’s elbow. “Evan this is Tony and Noah. Guys, this is Evan.”

“Hey, Evan Buckley, nice to meet you,” Evan shook Tony’s hand. “Most people call me Buck.”

“Nice to meet you, Buck,” said Tony, and Tommy caught his eyes drifting to the tattoos on Evan’s arms. Tommy wondered how Tony saw them, if he was assessing them from an artistic standpoint or a craft standpoint or from some other view entirely.

“Hi, Buck,” said Noah, voice little more than a whisper. And there was something about Noah’s entire demeanour, how hunched in on himself he was, how he let his hair cover half his face like he was accustomed to making himself as small and unobtrusive as possible which told Tommy all he needed to know about how their father’s parenting style had evolved over the decades.

Between Evan and Maggie, the conversation flowed easily, keeping to light topics. Eventually, Evan and Tony broke off from the others and from Evan’s gesturing it seemed like he was asking about Tony’s tattoos. Tommy would’ve been content to watch his brother and fiancé talk, but Maggie joined him in the kitchen while Mikey and Noah sat on the sofa talking. “It was really great to meet you, Tommy,” she said, smiling at him. “We’ll have to schedule time for you to meet the girls.”

“You’re sure?” Tommy asked, surprised not just at the gesture but also at the warm burst of joy that filled him at the thought of meeting his nieces. He wasn’t sure he’d left all that much of an impression on Maggie, but maybe Evan had done enough impressing for the both of them.

Maggie smiled at him. “I can tell that you’re serious about rebuilding this family, Tommy,” she said. “And I think it’d be good for the girls right now, so they can see that just because things are hard right now, it doesn’t mean our family’s broken.” And then she surprised Tommy by pulling him into a hug. “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear.

“For what?” Tommy whispered back.

“I haven’t seen Mikey this happy since the girls were little,” she said. “It means the world to him that you’re back in his life.” She released him, and Tommy thought he saw her wipe away a tear.

“It means the world to me too,” said Tommy. “I’m just glad I’m not too late.”

Maggie smiled at him. “It’s probably not my place to say anything, since we just met, but maybe now is the perfect time for you to have come back.”

Tommy frowned. “How so?”

“I think you’ve probably grown a lot in the last twenty years,” said Maggie. “And I’m guessing that your journey hasn’t been an easy one. Can you honestly say that you would have been in a place to do what you’re doing now fifteen years ago? Ten years ago? Five years ago?”

“Probably not,” said Tommy and he saw her point. Fifteen years ago, he’d been trying his best to fit in at Gerrard’s 118, actively turning himself into a worse person, taking steps towards becoming exactly like his father despite every effort he’d made to get away. Ten years ago, he’d still been in denial about his sexuality, still lying to himself and everyone around him. Five years ago, he’d still been fumbling around, trying to figure out who he was and how to be comfortable with that and he still had days where the past gnawed at him, where slivers of his old selves lodged in his flesh and encapsulated, where he was moody and sarcastic, where he let his fears get the better of him, but now he had Evan to pluck those slivers out, to bring Tommy back to himself and the person he wanted to be. “Honestly, if not for Evan, I probably wouldn’t have even come to the funeral.”

Maggie nodded. “There’s a reason I didn’t go,” she said. “I refuse to let my girls be in the same room with that man. We did our own little remembrance ceremony later.”

“That must have been a tough decision,” said Tommy.

Maggie shrugged. “Honestly, the hardest part of my marriage wasn’t even Mikey’s drinking,” she said. “It was having Jonathan as a father-in-law. If he wasn’t criticising everything about me, he was leering at me. And you know how Mikey is, always wanting everyone to get along.” She sighed. “He was so worried about keeping the peace that he never actually backed me up against your dad.”

And Tommy could picture it, the isolation Maggie must have felt in his father’s house with a husband who wouldn’t take her side. “That’s what Dad does,” said Tommy. “He knows exactly how to put pressure on relationships to make them break, to turn people against each other, to isolate people. My first captain was the same way.”

“God, that must have been hell to grow up with,” said Maggie.

And Tommy couldn’t argue with that.

Eventually, Maggie had to leave to pick up her kids from their grandmother’s house, but before she did, Tommy made sure to grab her number and email so they could coordinate a visit. By the time Maggie left, it was getting on towards dinner time and Mikey’s kitchen was in no way set up for cooking anything remotely resembling real food and his fridge was full of pre-made microwavable meals, so they decided to order take out from a nearby Chinese restaurant that Tommy was amazed was still open. It’d been one of his favourites as a kid and he’d always loved it when Mom has a little extra spending money, and she’d take the three of them out and they’d eat spring rolls and sesame chicken and try to break their fortune cookies in two without crushing the brittle biscuits.

Wanting to see if it was anything like he remembered, Tommy volunteered to walk the three blocks from Mikey’s house to pick the food up.

“Can I come with you?” Noah asked. It was the most he’d said to Tommy since arriving.

“Sure,” said Tommy. He cast Evan a questioning look.

“Go.” Evan stretched his arms across the back of Mikey’s beige sofa and it was wonderful to see Evan looking so comfortable after he’d been so nervous earlier. “I’ll hang out here.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll be fine,” said Evan, amusement edging his voice.

“Go, bond,” said Mikey. “We’ll keep Buck company.”

And Tommy decided to trust that Evan truly was fine.

Noah kept quiet at first and Tommy thought it was better to leave space for his younger half-brother to speak first.

After a block, Noah spoke. “How’d you do it?” he asked, almost too softly to be heard over the sound of traffic.

“What?” Tommy asked.

“Find the courage to leave?” asked Noah. “You’re the only one. Everyone else either never left or came back.”

“I don’t know about that it had anything to do with courage,” said Tommy. “It always felt like running away. Abandoning my duty. I promised I’d protect Mikey and Tony, but I got scared and ran away.”

1990

Tommy was four. He wasn’t sure what was going on. First Mommy was sick, throwing up at random times and then Daddy was mad which was scary and made Tommy want to cry only he had to try really hard not to cry because that only made Daddy louder. Then Mommy stopped being sick so much but there was still something off. She smelled different and she cried more, and she stopped drinking the sour grape juice that she usually had every night.

And not long after that, Mommy came into Tommy’s room. “Scoot over,” she whispered so that Daddy wouldn’t wake up and yell. It was one of Daddy’s snoring nights. One of the nights that Mommy said they had to be very quiet because if they woke Daddy up, he’d turn into a dragon.

Dragon Daddy was even scarier than regular Daddy.

Tommy scooted and tucked himself up against Mommy’s side, pressing his ear to her ribs so he could hear her heartbeat.

“I’m going to tell you a secret, Tommy,” Mommy said. “I need you to promise not to tell anyone, not Daddy, not Auntie, not even Nonna. Do you promise.”

Tommy nodded.

“Cross your heart and hope to die?”

It was scary because Tommy didn’t want to die if he accidentally told someone Mommy’s secret, but that made the secret even bigger, and he really wanted to know, and he didn’t want Mommy to think he was scared so he took his pointer finger and crossed his heart. “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he said.

“Good boy.” Mommy kissed his forehead. “You know how Mommy’s been sick,” she said. “And how I’ve been moody?”

Tommy nodded.

“Well, that’s because I’m going to have a baby,” said Mommy. “But I don’t want Daddy to yet, because Daddy doesn’t like babies.”

Tommy knew what babies were and he knew they came from mommies’ tummies, but Mommy’s tummy was still flat. “But you’re not big,” he said.

Mommy chuckled. “Not yet,” she said. “The baby’s still too small to show, but he or she’s in here.” She took his hand and guided it to her lower belly. “You’re going to be a big brother. Do you know what that means?”

Tommy shook his head.

“It means you’re going to have a little brother or sister and you’re going to have to be very brave and protect them,” said Mommy.

“From Dragon Daddy,” said Tommy.

Mommy squeezed him closer. “Yes, from Dragon Daddy,” she said. “Can you do that? Can you be brave for me?”

Tommy didn’t know, but he didn’t want to disappoint Mommy, so he said yes.

“That’s my brave little soldier,” said Mommy and Tommy drifted off to sleep listening to her heart. He dreamt of fighting dragons.

2025

Only, Tommy’s bravery had died when his father pulled the plug on Mom.

And maybe, that was part of why he’d gone to war. Maybe he’d been hoping that if he actually became a soldier, he’d find his bravery again. Only war had broken him and some of the pieces were still missing, and others were loose even though he’d managed to fit them back together again.

“I wish I was brave enough to run away,” said Noah. “But Dad would just find me or one of his patrol buddies would.”

There were two ways Tommy could play this: ask Noah why he wanted to run and risk Noah shutting down or make a joke and hope Noah kept opening up. “Yeah, one of the downsides of having a cop for a dad,” he said. “Whatever you do, though, I don’t recommend joining the army.”

Noah actually chuckled a little. “Wasn’t planning to,” he said. “They’d make me cut my hair.” And there was something there, some truth Tommy didn’t have enough pieces of to put together. He hoped he got the chance to figure it out.

“What about college?” Tommy asked, though he couldn’t see their father shelling out tuition on his police pension.

“Too expensive,” said Noah. “And I’m not as smart as Mikey. No way I’d land a full ride scholarship like he did.”

Tommy grinned at that. When he’d heard about Mikey’s scholarship, he’d been so proud. Of course, it’d also affirmed his belief that he’d been right to keep away, that his brothers were doing just fine without him. “Let me guess, Dad wants you to follow in his footsteps, join the force. Wants at least one of his sons to finally make him proud.”

“Yup,” said Noah. “Ain’t happening though.”

They reached the restaurant which hadn’t changed at all since Tommy had last been there. He even recognised the hostess – a little greyer and a little more hunched. What was more, she recognised him. “Been a long time, Tommy Kinard.”

“Hey, Mrs Chen,” said Tommy, astonished that he’d made enough of an impression on her that she’d recognise him all these years later despite being taller and broader and having twenty more years of life carved into his face.

“You back for good or just visiting?” she asked after sending a kid who Tommy suspected was her grandson to the back to grab their order.

“Just visiting,” he said.

“I was sorry to here about your grandmother,” said Mrs Chen. “I always liked her.”

“Thanks,” said Tommy. “That means a lot.” And it did, to know that Nonna had impacted more than just her family, that her legacy and influence would live beyond her, rooted in the community she’d loved.

Mrs Chen threw a few extra fortune cookies in their bag before they left.

“I can’t believe she still remembers me,” said Tommy as they started walking back to Mikey’s.

“You left a bigger hole than you thought,” said Noah.

“Yeah, I guess so,” said Tommy. And wasn’t that a remarkable thought? He’d thought he’d be forgotten; thought he could simply slide out of one life and into another and no one would notice or care. How wrong he’d been. “Can’t say I was the smartest eighteen-year-old.” Since Noah seemed a bit more relaxed, Tommy asked. “Is there something you like to do?”

Noah shrugged, rustling the bag of food against his pant leg. “I like music,” he said. “I actually play bass in a band with some friends. We’re not very good, but it’s fun.”

“That’s cool,” said Tommy. “I always wanted to learn an instrument, but Dad said it was a waste of time.” Maybe Dad had changed after all.

“Dad doesn’t know,” said Noah. “Not even Mikey and Tony know.” Which meant he didn’t fully trust them not to let Noah’s hobby slip to their father. Tommy knew Tony still saw Dad pretty regularly, but he thought that Mikey had pretty much gone no contact.

Tommy chuckled. “I think you’re braver than you give yourself credit for, kid,” he said. “No way would I have had the guts to sneak around and learn an instrument behind his back.”

To Tommy’s delight, Noah smiled. It was a small, bashful thing, but it was the first time he’d seen a smile on his half-brother’s face, and it was lovely.

“When did you realise you were never gonna be able to live up to his expectations?” Noah asked.

Tommy sighed and shook his head. “Our situations are a little different there,” he said. “Dad never wanted to marry my mom. Their parents forced them to tie the knot when they got pregnant with me. So, I guess you could say I started out life failing to meet Dad’s expectations.”

Noah nodded. He licked his lips before saying, “My mom was pregnant with me when they got married, too. So, it’s pretty similar, I guess. Only I don’t think Nonna forced Dad into getting married again.”

“I didn’t know that,” said Tommy. And once again he was hit with just how much family history he’d missed. He was used to feeling like an outsider looking in, so he wasn’t sure why it stung so much in this situation.

Noah shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “I guess, I never realised how much we have in common, since no one really talked about you.” He shook his long hair out of his face. “I mean, I knew I had an older brother named Tommy. Nonna had a picture of you on the mantle in your military uniform and everything. For a long time, I thought maybe you’d died and that’s why I’d never met you.”

“Dad probably would’ve preferred it that way,” said Tommy. “Then he could’ve had a martyr for a son he could brag about to his friends without having to worry about all the ways that I embarrass him just by being me. What made you realise I wasn’t dead.”

“Mikey told me when he was drunk,” said Noah. “I don’t even know if he remembers he told me. He started crying and ranting about how he wished he’d never said what he said. How he missed you. I think I was ten. I wanted to know more about you, so I asked Nonna, but she just said it would make Dad angry if he found out I told you anything and Tony always got angry when I asked, so I stopped asking.”

“Why would you want to know more about me?” Tommy asked.

Noah seemed about to say something, but then his expression shuttered. He shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said.

And Tommy was pretty sure that was the first lie his youngest brother had told him, but he didn’t press the issue. They’d only just met; it would take time for Noah to trust Tommy enough to truly open up and Tommy could be patient. “If you ever need anything, you can call me,” he said. “And I’m not just saying that. I will fly up from LA if you need me to.”

Noah’s eyes widened in shock. “Really?”

Tommy turned to face his younger brother full-on. “I mean it,” he said. “I know we’ve only just met, and I regret that. I wish I could have been there for you, but I wasn’t. I want to be there for you now, if you’ll let me.”

Noah nodded. “Thanks,” he said.

They reached Mikey’s place a little while after that and Noah faded back to the sidelines, though Tommy thought he seemed a little more relaxed than he had before.

The next day, Tommy and Evan drove into San Francisco to check out the jewellers they’d shortlisted as options for designing their wedding bands. They planned to get silicone bands for when they were working, but they both agreed that it would be fun to design their rings together. Well, mostly it was Evan who thought it would be fun, and he’d managed to convince Tommy of the merits of putting more thought into what their wedding bands would look like than just picking out generic gold or silver mens wedding bands.

“This is the place that does the meteorite inlay,” Evan said as they parked in front of what looked to Tommy like an alley.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Tommy asked, though he still followed Evan away from the car.

“Yeah,” said Evan. “It used to be a queer friendly speakeasy back during prohibition.”

“Oh really?” said Tommy, preparing himself to be inundated with facts and Evan did not disappoint. Tommy smiled to himself as Evan led him into the tucked away jewellery store and not for the first time thanked God or whatever greater power was out there for putting them in each other’s paths and for giving Tommy the bravery to for once in his life not run away.

At the end of the visit, they placed an order for a gold ring with a redwood inlay for Tommy and a titanium ring with a meteorite inlay for Evan, engraved with their initials on the inside and the date they’d chosen for the wedding.

Tommy couldn’t wait until the day they’d be able to wear them.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan #tommy kinard #evan buck buckely #rebuilding burnt bridges #original characters #9 1 1 fanfiction

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago

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My favorite ships ranked!

There's a huge chance this list will change once every two days at the very least, but let's do it!

1. SUPERCORP

Literally my favorite ship ever. They're just perfect for each other in every possible way. Their love languages complement each other perfectly, they can rely on each other, and they work together like the best team in the world. Lena needs love and Kara knows how to offer it without asking for anything in exchange. She will take whatever Lena is willing to give her and be happy about it. But Kara still needs someone that will look at her and see who she really is, no judgment, and someone who she will be comfortable being herself - Kara Zor El - with.

Speaking of fanfic, I think it’s safe to say these fandom has some very talented authors who gave us very well written works. They can also work in every possible scenario, so that's a huge bonus.

Favorite scene: "Supergirl might have saved the city, but, Kara Danvers, you're my hero."

2. SHOOT

Shoot is THAT couple that should have ended up together, but didn’t. I don't hold a grudge on it, though, because Root's death made sense to the show's ongoing plot. I can't say they would be perfect like Supercorp because Shaw has some emotional problems and Root is just also in love with a artificial intelligence or whatever, but they would work. Shaw would try - for Root - and Root would love every part that Shaw allows her to see.

Favorite scene: "You can't live with me and I can't live without you."

3. WAYHAUGHT

Do I even have to say anything? Our most perfect CANON couple. They were perfect from start to finish. The way Nicole absolutely adored Waverly, almost like a worship even, but wasn’t afraid to stand tall on her ideas and opinions. The way Waverly acted like Nicole hung the moon and stars in the sky just for her, and how we know she would be able to do anything to keep Nicole happy. They're that couple that make everyone's teeth rotten with how sweet they are.

Favorite scene: "You guys make The Notebook look bleak."

4. CABENSON

One of my favorite gay ships, so it has a special place in my heart. In the early seasons, it's pretty clear, at least for me, that Alex and Olivia could have something going on. I believe they were both shoving it away because none of them was ready to get seriously involved with anyone and they knew that whatever they decided to have would be too special to be treated lightly. Unfortunately, time was cut short for them when Alex got pulled away for WitSec.

I do think they will forever be each other's "almost", or "what if", but they're long past that now. They changed too much and they did it separately. If they were together, they would have changed around each other and, possibly, be able to work those differences to stay together. But now I don't think they would be able to keep a relationship. It's a bit sad, but it's also a very good portrait of reality.

Favorite scene: "You like being back on court, don't you?"

5. BISHOVA

I'm new to this ship, but I already love it. They remind me a lot of Shoot, actually. We just know that Yelena needs to find someone who would love her with no restrictions and that she deserves to find love. And Kate needs someone able to ground her, but also someone who allows her to be as silly as she wants, someone that will always have her back, doesn't matter how insane her plans might be. They have chemistry too. Also, I can see them getting together with no drama at all, or maybe something they can easily solve, and then being together for the rest of their lives to the point that they can't even remember a time they didn’t know each other. We didn’t get to see them that much, sadly, but I keep my hopes up for more scenes of them in the future.

Favorite scene: "You have one fork?"

6. FLEURMIONE

Okay, two intelligent and beautiful women together? Sign me in! I've been in Harry Potter's fandom for many, many, years now and, after giving it too much thought, I can safely say that Fleur would be the perfect match for Hermione. She would challenge Hermione, they would have endless discussions about any and every subject, they would have enough books together to fill up a library, and they would make each other want to be better every day. I also see Fleur being a bit sarcastic and Hermione keeps rolling her eyes at her at least fifteen times a day.

Fleur is constantly curious about the muggle world, always eager to learn anything Hermione is willing to show her. She would have a great relationship with Hermione's parents, mostly because she thinks they're one of the most genius people on the planet because they know how to fix people's teeth. Meanwhile, Gabrielle would loooove to talk with Hermione, especially when they get together to embarrass Fleur.

Favorite scene: You know, the totally canon one when Fleur asked Hermione to the Yule Ball.

7. LOU MILLER X DEBBIE OCEAN

Heist wives? Yes, please.

We don't even need to pretend. These two were totally banging throughout the whole movie. The headcanon is that they used to date, then Debbie made some stupid decisions, met the wrong people, they broke up for a while and then Debbie got locked up. I believe Lou was so angry with her for both being stupid and for ruining what they had because she wanted to get more money than they actually needed, that she didn’t even visit Debbie in prison.

While there, Debbie had enough time to realize how much of an idiot she had been, so it's up to her to win Lou back. Meanwhile, Lou knows that she's screwed the second she sees Debbies smile again. She just can't help but orbit around her.

Also, they're the Moms, no doubt about that.

Favorite scene: "Baby, I don’t have a diamond yet."

8. DANSEN

The only reason they’re all the way down here is because I hate CW, but I actually love them more than half of my family. They’re married, they’re moms, they’re in love, they’re perfect. Someone as caring as Kelly needed someone to make her go crazy like Alex, while Alex deserved someone that would understand her no matter what. Honestly, I just love them.

Favorite scene: THE PROPOSAL

9. CAROLNAT

Is there any chance this could happen? No.

Do I still dream about it? Constantly.

It's just one of those couples where things would just work. My biggest headcanon for them is that they would be constantly laughing and having fun. Always joking and playing around with each other. Natasha would crave physical touch and Carol would be happy just to be around her at all. Carol would finally find a reason to stay on Earth without feeling guilty about it and Natasha would one thousand percent make a retirement party for her.

Also, they would protect each other so fiercely that no one would even dare to warm any of them.

Favorite scene: The one where Natasha ends up on top of Carol in the training room. Totally canon, trust me.

10. GLORBIA

Might sounds crazy, but hear me out.

Barbie is literally Gloria's dream Barbie, and Gloria is the reason Barbie is alive. Once Barbie becomes human, I can totally see Gloria falling for her without even noticing it, while Barbie takes a while to realize what are those things she's feeling. I do believe Sasha would have a strong part in bringing them together. She would be the one to explain to Barbie what a crush is and what being in love should feel like, and then she would have to give her mom a gentle push to acknowledge her own feelings.

After that, fluff all the way. Gloria would be the most patient person in the world while she sees Barbie navigating human life, just happy to have whatever Barbie is comfortable giving her. Meanwhile, Barbie keeps getting surprised by how strong her feelings can be every time she even looks at Gloria.

Favorite scene: Not a scene per se. Instead, I'm bringing that Tumblr post that says "Ken only has a great day when Barbie looks at him. Gloria always has a great day when she looks at Barbie."

Bonus

11. GAY BELLA

Quite literally, any lesbian ship from Twilight. My favorite one is Rosella, but Bella x Tanya is a close second. Bellice is also a very strong candidate, not to mention Bella x Kate. And, oh, did I hear someone say Bella x Irina or was it Bella x Leah? Honestly, just give me lesbian Bella and I will be happy.

12. ROJARIAS

One of the hottest couples that exist.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

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firstprincehornyramblings · 4 months ago

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Hello everyone! I'm getting a start early, by queueing this post for tomorrow morning, look at me go. Thank you who much to @tailsbeth-writes for the tag <3 I have ... 3 wips again, because I have no self control, so we're doing all of this under the cut, because it's gonna be long, and maybe a lil nsfw <3 LET'S GOOOOOOOO.

------ George Villier's inner dialogue during an Orgy (that's the working title on this, please bare with)

It wasn’t that George had always been this way, but an ascension into power had nurtured his hedonism prone nature. If he was to be blessed with the gift of beauty, he would take all the power and pleasure that came with it. He’d earned it after all, his bed of lovers, his social standing, influence, and wealth. Each a result of unsavory acts; but that made them so much more deserved, did it not? He could have anything he wanted, like a god among men, and so he should be worshipped the same. Though he was more than content with devotion in the form of flesh; he’d certainly used his own body as currency often enough. Even now, anything that wasn’t handed to him willingly, with a brush of lips, or a clandestine slip to knees, could become his. That in itself was testament to all he’d done, that his willing submission was as effective a bargaining tool as his power.

WATERSPORTS FIRSTPRINCE (aka, Alex is funny and Henry has a weak bladder)

“You… think it’s- what?” Henry choked out, “You think it’s hot that I pissed myself in the middle of our kitchen? Is that your idea of a joke?” “I-” the brunette could feel his own cheeks heating up now, “It’s not a joke, I do, I’m sorry, but I do,” he managed after a moment. “Oh,” the blond’s eyes shot straight down to the shorts Alex had on, falling on the visible hardness there, “Oh,” he repeated, but with much more understanding this time. There were still tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall, but he was visibly less mortified, “Alex, that is so disgusting...” “I know, shit baby, I’m s-” “I can get into it.” “What?” “I said, I can get into it,” Henry repeated, “Well, honestly, I could probably get into anything that makes your cock hard, because- well frankly I reap the benefits of that. Would you like to fuck my throat?”

AND A NEW WIP, Hairstylist Henry and his least (read as favorite) Client Alex

“Alright, tilt your head back,” both of Henry’s hands rested on Alex’s temples, carefully moving the other man’s head into the perfect place, “Do you want me to stop under the jawline?” “Whatever you think looks best, sweetheart.” Normally, Henry would hate that, some businessman using a pet name on him. But usually it felt demeaning, when Alex did it, it felt genuine, perhaps that was why he didn't mind it. He would rather accept that than admit it might have something to do with how hot his cheeks felt or how his stomach flip flopped. Instead, he chose to focus on something else, like the familiar but luxurious scent becoming more evident the closer he was to Alex. “Santal 33?” the blond asked, running the trimmers over the other man’s jawline, making careful precise lines that would accentuate the sharp angles there. “Yeah,” impressively, Alex had answered that without much movement of his face; Henry was astonished. “Makes sense.” “What is that supposed to mean?” this time, the brunette moved, but he did have the mind to wait until Henry was running the trimers along his throat with less chance of Alex’s jolt messing up something. “It means you look like someone who has good taste, don’t move.” “You’re worse than a dentist,” Alex grumbled. “Stop moving, christ you’re an absolute menace, I’m going to slice your throat open.” “With an electric trimmer?” “I’m certain if I make enough effort, I just may be able to pull it off,” Henry snapped.

OKAY, that was a long one, if you stuck around thank u I love u. TAG LINE UP!!!!

@taste-thewaste @eusuntgratie @henrysfox @thighzp

@softboynick @catdadacd @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @onthewaytosomewhere + literally anyone else I'm sleepy and forgot, or anyone who sees this and wants to tag me, I love reading yall's stuff. <3

#rwrb fanfiction #firstprince smut #wip wednesday #so many wips

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seahagart · 1 year ago

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Anon that asked and gave ideas for galexdrífta here! first of all thank you so much for considering my ideas and take all the time to make any of them if thats whatyou want ! Im just here supporting you and your beautiful art no matter what❤️ i have an idea for dríftaxastarion too! So i think once they become friends with each other i think thier go to move should be drífta throwing Astarion in the sky like a spear so he can 1) use a bow and arrow up high (like in the dnd episode the cast did) and 2) come at the enemy with his daggers from above with a shit eating grin lol like i think an alliance can totally be forged between the two im sure once Astarion gets to cazador hes gonna have a "i might not be able to take you all by my self but S H E can" and drífta just picks cazador up and calls him stinky then tosses him to the side like "this Astarion's bully? I get rid of ok." Dbdndjd i love drífta so much and i love the side quest of reunion with her child 🥹❤️ drífta deserves the world istg❤️🙏

THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! Absolutely agree, to everything you said. I think she would be like 'Pale one- look, Drífa bring you gift' and bring him whoever they just destroyed in combat because 1. its eat or be eaten, she thinks drinking blood is weird but... ok... 2. something else will happen so might as well

She probably would be determined to fatten him up in some sense if she learned what he went through, 'too skinny, too skinny- hm- here, is not same, but drifa hunt, you have first bite, drifa eat rest :)' and brings back a boar etc even if its not the prefered diet. She wants her warriors to be strong! powerful! she cannot have someone going hungry.

I also think she would be very nonchalant like 'yeah... ok... Drifa kill this cazadoor whoever for you, is no problem' and would get rid of him

The group would wage a bet who can make Drífa laugh first, and after a few days of trying, Astarion is like 'Drífa bbg, I want money, you want money, I will tell a joke, you will laugh, I will get the money, I will give you.... a cut of it' and she declines until he begs and then she asks for something and he hastily agrees. She would either go alone with it, or make a joke, laugh about it to herself, and be like 'ah- Drifa made drifa laugh, I win bet :)'

IDK How astarion would react with the idea of her having a kid if they are romanticaly entangled....

#astarion #drífa #thank you for the ask btw!!!

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emotoangel · 2 months ago

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okay! today we’re gonna have a chat about some things I don’t usually chat about, because if it helps one person then it’s worth it! from someone who’s been there, if you’re in The Bad Place mentally right now, here are my tips for how to make it through!

I’m not a doctor or a medical professional of any kind, but I have been there, and I’ve seen lots of doctors and medical professionals (and part of my work is giving people this kind of advice) so I will relay on to you both what has been told to me and what I have tried.

first of all, if you’re reading this I love you, and there is nothing you cannot make it through. I know you don’t want to be strong right now, I know you just want things to be better or over or to be able to rest, and I know it’s really fucking hard to try and keep going when things feel like this, but I promise you there is nothing that is worth losing your life. absolutely nothing. no one deserves to take that from you - not family, not friends, not partners, and certainly not incredibly shitty celebrities or politicians. your life is special and powerful and you can make it through this, I promise you. so here are some things that will help:

1. try and practice even an ounce of self care. and I genuinely mean even an ounce. if you can’t brush your teeth, rinse your mouth with mouthwash or water. go to the toilet. shower if you can. have a glass of water or a drink you enjoy. brush your hair, or if you can’t brush it then put it up and out of your face. do some skincare, something, anything! if you feel like you can barely move from your bed, move to sit on the floor. just do something. move from wherever you’re currently rotting just for a minute.

2. if there is absolutely anyone you trust, call them. you don’t have to tell them how you’re feeling or what you’re thinking about or why you feel how you feel (though if you feel up to it, doing so will help) - you can talk to them about anything. ask them about what they’re doing this upcoming weekend. talk to them about a tv show you saw recently. talk about literally anything with them. just interacting with someone will make at least a little bit of a difference.

3. breathing exercises are fine if they work for you, if they don’t, try grounding exercises, such as the 5 senses technique. think about 5 things you can see, 4 you can hear, 3 you can touch, 2 you can smell and 1 you can taste. distract your brain even for a minute to give yourself just a little bit of respite.

4. do something you love. hey, you’re thinking about dying anyway, you might as well try something you enjoy first - right? listen to an UPBEAT song you enjoy (sad songs are fine, but ideally you want something to shock the system a little). if you aren’t able to think of a song, listen to some one direction (I personally recommend don’t forget where you belong, because you can’t not laugh a little when they sing ‘if you ever feel alone - don’t!’ because it’s just so fucking ridiculous) or fucking LMFAO or something. I dunno, man. listen to something that will make you laugh, like something by weird al yancovic or cosmo Jarvis or something. If you don’t wanna do music, make something. draw something shit! try and draw a dog from memory. make a paper airplane. crochet a square. just do SOMETHING that you enjoy. if you haven’t found joy in it recently, that’s okay. do it anyway. at least then something new exists that didn’t before, and that’s so cool right?

5. if you are in a place (country, state, county etc.) that has even some semblance of decent medical care, and you feel capable of doing so, call your GP/doctor and ask them for an emergency appointment. if you’re in the UK call 111. tell someone how you’re feeling IF it is safe to do so where you are. see if you can get some help.

6. if literally all else fails, do anything (within reason) that you can to fall asleep. listen to sleep sounds, meditation music, rain sounds idk. have a wank. take a singular melatonin tablet. spray lavender sleep spray. wrap yourself up in a heated blanket. have a bath. do whatever you need to do to get you to sleep. if it takes you 2 hours to fall asleep, it takes you 2 hours. you have panic attacks and you cry and you beg for someone to sedate you but you do not give up. you get some sleep.

and then you get up and you try again tomorrow. and maybe tomorrow you can brush your hair. or you can drink some water. have a slice of toast. brush your teeth. listen to a song you like. call a friend. call a helpline. call a doctor. and if you can’t, that’s fine. you try those things again the next day. and you keep trying. until eventually it comes more easily to you.

I don’t want to sound patronising, but if you’re thinking about ending it all then you’re already at rock bottom. it will feel like nothing can get worse. you will feel like everything is ending and this is your only option. so why not try a couple of these things, right? because things can’t really get worse. either they help a little or they do nothing, and then at least you’ve tried, right?

and I’m telling you now that bare minimum one of these things will help you, at least a little. I don’t live next door to you - I can’t provide resources for every single state, county, street, country in the world, but I promise you those resources are out there. and I can tell you now, from someone who’s been at rock bottom, it’s only up from here.

things will get better. you will meet friends who love you. friends who care about you more than you ever thought you could be cared about. you’ll see animals in the street and people in love and new flowers and you’ll try new foods and you’ll learn to love that shit spread that everyone enjoys that you hate. and you will have bad days. because bad days in life are inevitable. but you will make it through them all. right now, you only need to make it through this one.

if you need a hug, I am hugging you. if you need someone to tell you things will be okay, I am telling you right now things will be okay. if you need a sign to keep fucking screaming and crying and kicking and clawing to stay alive right now, take this as your fucking sign.

you can do this. everything will be alright in the end, and if its not alright, it’s not the end.

#I know there are posts floating about absolutely everywhere #but this is a post I have needed to see at different points throughout my life.#sometimes people won’t google resources #sometimes they won’t google how to stop feeling depressed or suicidal or anxious or whatever #sometimes they need to see it on tumblr #I am not a doctor by any means and I am def repeating things you’ve heard before #but fucking hell I am begging you to stay with us #tw suicide #tw suicide mention #tw suicidal thoughts #tw anxiety #tw depression #if there are more I need to add please lmk #long post

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7-wonders · 2 years ago

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Can I request a Morpheus x reader fic where reader is really tired, but she ignores it and keeps doing what she has to do, even though she feels overwhelmed. Morpheus knows from her dreams how she's feeling, he feels bad cause she didn't tell him anything, so he decides to ask her and surprisingly, she breaks down, telling him everything. He listens and reassures her, telling she doesn't have to fake emotions with him, he loves her anyways. Thank you <3

It’s been a long couple of weeks, and life seems to really enjoy just kicking you in the ass. Be it at work, where your boss continues to chastise you for problems that are not your doing (really, how is it your fault the internet went down for an hour yesterday?), or the deluge of school projects and deadlines that are all coming at you in a short amount of time, or even just petty drama within your friend group. It’s stressing you out to be so busy, but is life not just a series of periods so busy that you think you might be losing your mind?

You’ve been able to find absolutely no respite, not even in sleep. This, you know, will soon become a problem, thanks to the fact that you’re somehow in a relationship with the Dreamlord. Your dreams have been just as stressful as your waking life, actually nightmares about failing at all of the tasks you’re working so hard on, and they’re almost always fitful to the point where you’re not even asleep long enough to recognize you’re in the Dreaming and will yourself to the Dreaming proper before you’re waking up with a jolt and staring in resignation up at your ceiling. He’s going to find out, it’s a matter of when, not if, so you’re hoping you can somehow be faster and magically finish all these stressful tasks before he decides to look into why you haven’t visited him in the Dreaming lately.

That plan is almost immediately derailed by the essay you’re currently stuck writing. By stuck, you mean that you have absolutely no idea of how to finish it. It’s a longer assignment, 10 pages, and though you have about half of it written and know the topic and how you had set out to complete this assignment, it’s suddenly as though you’ve forgotten everything you knew about writing. For almost an hour now, you’ve been stuck staring at the cursor as it blinks mockingly at you, daring you to try and write something, anything, that will make sense.

(Jeez, maybe you really do need a break if inanimate objects are starting to pick fights with you. Narrowing your eyes at the offending computer pixels, your hands hover over the keyboard and you decide that, actually, the best revenge is to make this bitch work overtime as you whip out the rest of this essay.)

When you feel a pair of large hands settle on your shoulders, you don’t even flinch, too focused on finishing typing the paragraph to even summon enough energy to be surprised. Plus, by now you just seem to innately know when Morpheus appears in your general vicinity, and this also takes away from the element of surprise he used to possess when you first began becoming involved with the King of Dreams.

After you’ve completed your sentence, you tilt your head backwards in order to properly look upside-down at Morpheus, who’s already smiling at your antics.

“Hi,” you greet.

“Hello.” He leans down to kiss you, before spinning your chair around so that you’re actually facing him. “You look tired.”

You huff out a laugh. “I’ve been tired for, like, a week now.”

“Your absence has been keenly felt by my realm’s denizens.”

With a raised eyebrow, you ask, “Just your denizens?”

“No being has missed you more than I,” he says with a smirk.

“That’s better.”

Gently, Morpheus tugs you up from your chair. “I believe that you deserve a break.”

“Isn’t that my line?”

He just smiles in response (his smiles, of course, are fleeting and barely there, but you know how to spot them by now that you almost never miss them) and walks with you to your bed. Normally, when he’s spending too much time trying to get one of his new creations just right or when he’s too stuck on research and running himself ragged, convincing him to take a break is your specialty. You should protest this and insist that you need to finish your assignment first, but it’s almost impossible to say no to your beloved. Really, now you see why he gives in almost every time you pull this move on him.

When Morpheus does get you on your bed, he sits right next to you so your thigh is touching his. He’s so touch-starved that it would be almost endearing if you didn’t know the reason why. Instead, every time he has to be touching you, you just wish that Roderick Burgess was still alive so that you could beat him to death for what he did to Morpheus.

“If I have the wrong impression, feel free to say so.” Morpheus makes sure that you’re making eye contact with him, and you know that you’re screwed. “Are you alright, though?”

You were going to reassure him that everything was fine and that you could handle it, really, you were. And then he just has to go and cup your cheek with his hand and rub his thumb along the soft skin under your eye, and that ruins everything. The moment that he does that, you break and feel tears begin to spill down your face, which surprises you just as much as it surprises Morpheus.

“Y’know what, I don’t think I’m completely alright,” you admit through your sudden outburst of emotion. When Morpheus wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, your cries turn to sobs.

Sure, you know you’ve been stressed, but you didn’t think that it was “verge-of-a-mental-breakdown” stressed! Apparently, you were completely and utterly wrong, and now you’re facing the mortifying ordeal of being known in one of the most vulnerable ways that a human can be known.

One of the nice things about Morpheus is that he doesn’t try to fill any silences by talking or trying to distract you. Instead, he simply lets you cry it out. And cry you do, probably ruining his shirt–made out of the finest dreamstuff, of course–with all of your tears. You’ll worry about that later, though, when you don’t feel like your chest is caving in from crying.

When you finally feel like you can breathe, which is an indeterminate amount of time later, you pull yourself away from Morpheus’s chest and wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. You feel Morpheus push something into your other hand, and you look down to see he’s produced an actual handkerchief from out of thin air. Regardless of your continuing awe at the things he’s able to do, you take it from him.

“Thanks,” you say hoarsely, using the soft cloth now instead of your shirt.

Morpheus allows you to collect yourself, rubbing his hand up and down your back and making sure that your breathing slows down to match his. Morpheus, of course, doesn’t actually need to breathe, but he’s currently doing so simply so that you have something to focus on. God, you love him so much.

Finally, you think you can form a full sentence without crying again. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I really didn’t think I was at the level of stressed where I start crying.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Morpheus says firmly, leaving no room for discussion. “Why did you not tell me you were feeling this way?”

You scoff. “What, like I’m gonna bother you with my silly little human problems? Tell you that I’m stressed because of work and school and my friends? You have better things to worry about than that.”

“There is nothing more important to me than you. Not my power, nor my realm, nor my station–nothing. If anything, I should be apologizing to you.”

“Why?”

“I could sense the nature of your dreams, and the way that you kept waking up throughout the night. I assumed, however, that you would come to me first with your problems and that I would not have to seek you out.”

“So you forgot that stubbornness is one of my most endearing traits,” you say sheepishly. You had that very thought, that you should talk to Morpheus about how stressful your dreams were, but then talked yourself out of it due to believing he had better things to do than deal with one human’s dreams.

“Yes. My mistake.” The dryness of his tone makes you laugh a bit, and the relief on Morpheus’s face is palpable. “My love, you need not hide your worries from me.”

“I wasn’t trying to do so on purpose, I just…thought I could handle it myself.”

“Is it not part of a relationship that we both support and take care of each other?”

You nod begrudgingly. “It is.”

“You take care of me so ardently, in a way that nobody ever has before.” He brings his forehead to yours, sitting with you for a moment before he pulls back just enough to look at you again. When another tear escapes from your eye, he’s quick to meet it with his lips. “Won’t you allow me to return your kindness?”

“If you think you can handle it, then sure.” You’re still feeling a little self-deprecating, which, by the pout on his face, it’s obvious Morpheus doesn’t appreciate it.

“Caring for you is the easiest and most natural thing I’ve ever done.”

It’s obvious that he’s going to take you to the Dreaming, but you can’t help casting a helpless glance at your laptop, still sitting open on your desk. “I really need to finish my essay first.”

“No, what you need is to rest and relax, both of which you shall do in my realm. Your schoolwork will still be here when you return.”

“What if I just write, like, one more paragraph?” you try to barter.

Morpheus remains unimpressed. “If you’d prefer me to use force to get you to the Dreaming, I certainly can.”

“No, I don’t have the energy to put up a worthy fight.” With that admission, you have no choice but to let him lift you up into his arms so that he can take you with him to the Dreaming.

Plus, the more that you think about being pampered by your ethereally attractive, devoted, eldritch nightmare king of a boyfriend, the less that homework seems important. Not that you’re going to let him know that, though.

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