#we wanted to. went asap as soon as we got the. unfortunate news and heads up that.... in delicate wording. we might should start

[firstenchanterorsino]

randomly cries because im reading ppl share their stories on that ‘’i cant help but love the way men love’’ cuz it reminded me how my mom when she was starting to get worse but not dependent yet, whenever she went to the gas station and i was with her that day/weekend she’d always come back with one of the spicy pickled sausages and peach snapple tea because i got them a few times before and so she naturally always got me those bcuz she concluded i liked those things

she was always so happy bringing them to me. she’d call the spicy pickled sausage a “stinky hotdog” but so perky. just. “i got you your stinky hotdog!”

[w2soneshots]

could you do something like the 24hr karting race and shes a driver for senor frogs, she finishes her stint and then like the new video they couldnt find the bed in the rv or whatever so they go into quadrants and theres only one bed and both her and harry need sleep si they have to share?? sorry im so bad at explaining

We’ll have to share -W2S

words: 1.5k+

warnings: unestablished relationship, spooning.

summary: while filming the annual señor frogs 24 hour go cart race you and Harry end up having to share a bed, but nether of you mind since your both majorly crushing on the other.

notes: hello love!🤗 I decided to write this asap even though I have so many requests but I wanted to get this out before everyone gets over the señor frogs high (If you get what I’m saying?). Anyways, enjoy!!💓🏎️

Today I'm driving for señor frogs in the annual twenty four hour go cart race. I woke up early this morning, took a quick shower, got ready, packed a small bag and then set off. It took almost two hours to get to Buckmoore Park and I arrived just after ten, ready for the practice that starts at ten thirty.

I've know the boys for years and are good friends with them all. After they dropped Callux from the team they asked if I would participate this year and after seeing how fun it looked last year I couldn't say no. I've done lots of practice in the last few weeks and I'm actually pretty good. I used to race with my friends for fun when I was younger but that's about all the experience I've had.

When I arrived I parked my car then signed in at the front desk. "Hey! You're here!" Chip's voice echoed through the reception. A smile spread across my face. We shared a quick hug then he walked me to our green room.

Harry, Chris, Will and Freezy stood talking. They turned to me as we entered. "Hi guys!" I set my bag down. I glanced at Harry, he smiled softly at me. They all said their "hello's" then we started talking about the plan for the twenty four hours.

Unfortunately the weather forecast wasn't ideal since it was supposed to rain for almost the entire time but that made it more interesting and fun to watch.

We sent Chip and Plum out for the practice and once that was done it was time for the race to begin. We were starting off with Chris. After getting into our suits all of us walked out onto the track. I pulled mine down so that it rested at my waist and I wore a comfortable black tank top underneath.

Once we'd finished doing some interviews the group headed back upstairs onto the balcony to watch as the race began. As soon as the flag was waved Chris raced over to the cart, accidentally kicking another racer on the way. Harry pushed the cart to give him a boost then he drove swiftly off, along with everyone else.

When twelve am hit it was finally my turn. I suited up and grabbed my helmet. I stepped outside onto the deck, Harry just behind me (who'd already done his first stint, just before Plum went out). "Jesus Christ it's hammering it down." I looked out at the soaked and slippery track. He placed his hands on my shoulder, squeezing. "You'll be fine," he reassured me.

I quickly walked down the stairs, taking a deep breath when I got to the bottom. I looked back up at Harry. He put his two thumbs up. I smiled softly, nodding. "I can do this. Let's hope I don't completely embarrass myself." I thought.

"Nervous?" The camera man asked as I waited. "To be honest I'm shitting myself," I replied with a shaky laugh. Plum pulled in and immediately jumped out, he gave me a quick wave as I passed him. I adjusted the seat insert, got in and then drove off.

As soon as I set off I heard Freezy in the earpiece. He was talking about what place I was and how carful I needed to be on the turns. I could barely concentrate since I was focusing on not spinning out and it didn't help that I couldn't really see out of my visor.

Around an hour in I'd gotten used to it and was now much calmer. I hadn't heard anything through the communications for a while then I suddenly heard Harry's voice. He told me that Freezy had gone for a snooze and that he was replacing him.

"That was really good, one minute nine seconds. Try and keep up that time," he said as I finished another lap. The rain was starting to pick up. "It's so fucking slippy!" I felt as though I wasn't in control, the wheels were spinning everywhere. I just desperately didn't want to spin out and let the boys down.

When I was finally told to come in I felt so relieved. I had no idea what place we were or how I'd done. I practically stumbled out, my legs and bum asleep from sitting in the same position for two hours. I pulled my helmet off as I passed Chip.

When I got to the boys I was met with what seemed to be happy faces. "We're fucking second place in class!" Freezy patted my back excitedly. Harry smiled wildly at me. "I told you you'd be fine." I smiled back at him, relieved that I hadn't fucked everything up.

I was completely soaked so I went to get changed into some comfy clothes that I could sleep in. Plum, Will and Chris had already gone to bed and me and Harry were going to do the same as it was now around two in the morning.

We walked together to quadrants bus, since there wasn't a proper bed in the one Chip had rented and they'd kindly said we could sleep in there's. When we got inside, out of the rain we quietly walked down the hall. I turned to look at him, my eyes slightly wider than a minute ago. "Is there only one bed left?"

"Shit. I think so," he replied before looking around to check again. "What are we gonna do?" I whispered. "Uh- you can have it." My brows knitted together. "No, don't be daft. They're pretty big... we could share?" I was really hoping I hadn't just embarrassed myself.

Harry's face turned red, though I couldn't really tell due to the dim lights. "Uh- uhm- yeah. Okay," he stuttered. I smiled slightly. "Come on then. I'm exhausted."

He got in first. It was slightly awkward since the last bed was at the bottom and practically on the floor. I slid in after, both now on our sides, my back facing his front. Turns out they were smaller than they looked.

Evidently Harry didn't know what to do with his hands, they were sort of hovering over my side. I smirked to myself then grabbed his hand, placing it around me my waist. I shuffled into him comfortably. I felt him physically relax. "You sure this is okay?" He asked quietly. "I'm sure."

I've had a massive crush on Harry since a few months ago when we spent the entire night together at a party nether of us wanted to be at. I laughed more than I had in a while that night and I really enjoyed spending time with him.

I was woken up a few hours later by Chip giggling. My eyes fluttered open and a small tired groan escaped from my lips. "You alright there love? Comfy?" He chuckled quietly, as people were still asleep. I was confused then I realised I was still pressed up against Harry.

Harry shuffled behind me, mumbling something and then shooting up. A loud bang was heard as he whacked his head on the roof of the bed. "Ow." He fell back onto the pillow and brought his hand up to rub his head. Chip laughed even more.

We got out and stood up. I sighed before glancing at Harry. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, he looked slightly uncomfortable. Chip continued to tease us as we walked back to the green room and he immediately told Freezy and Chris that he'd found us asleep together.

"I knew it! You like each other!" Freezy exclaimed, standing up. My eyes widened. "Uh-" "you guessed it," Harry replied, interrupting me. My head snapped over to him. "You like me?" I blurted out. The room fell silent. "Uhm- yeah- yeah I think I do." My face softened. Freezy chuckled with a smirk.

It turns out they wanted Harry to get back in the cart once again, which he wasn't very happy about. But he ended up agreeing and he got back into his suit. I stood next to him on the balcony, both of us leaning our forearms on the barrier as we waited for the signal that it was his turn to go out.

"I like you too. Just so you know." I said, not taking my eyes off the track. "You do?" He turned to me, surprise evident on his face. I looked at him sincerely. "Mhm, ever since that party last month." A smile graced his lips. "So... did you wanna go for lunch or something after this?" He asked. "Are you asking me on a date Mr Lewis?" I teased. He chuckled. I gently nudged his side with my elbow. "I'd really like that."

"Harry! Time to go!" Chip shouted. I glanced at Chip then looked up at Harry, pushing onto my tiptoes and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Good luck!" I whispered. He smirked. "I'll see you in a bit." I nodded before patting his chest.

I watched as he quickly walked down the stairs then I turned to go back inside. I stopped as I noticed Freezy through the window. He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous look on his face. I groaned but I didn't really mind that he'd seen mine and Harry's encounter, all I could think about was the date I was going on in a few hours.

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #62

Dear Diary, Bills are due soon, and I'm so worried we aren't going to have enough to pay them if Lacy doesn't get a job asap. I don't know what more I can do aside from continuing to pester her. I'm not about to kick her out and leave her on the street, she's family. -Violet

Early the next morning, Lacy managed to catch Carla before she snuck out this time. "Hey, you know I don't think my roommates would mind if you stayed for breakfast." "Can't, I have to be home to walk my son to school," Carla replied. "SON?!?" Lacy exclaimed.

"I didn't know you had a son," Lacy said in disbelief. If there was one thing Lacy knew about herself, it was that she hated children. "It's not like the two of us are serious, it's just woohoo," Carla reminded her. "Right, just woohoo…"

After Carla left, Violet decided to try her hand at making breakfast again. As she was scraping toast from the pan, Jenna came out of her room. "OMW, Vi guess what!" Jenna exclaimed before noticing what Violet was doing. "Be careful, last time you burned the kitchen down." "Yeah"

After safety removing their breakfast from the stove, Violet turned around. "What are you excited about?" "I got my first brand deal!" "OMW, that's amazing!" Violet rushed over to hug her friend. "What is it?" "These new CC lashes or something, but we have enough for rent now!"

"What are we going to do about Lacy though?" Violet asked as she sat down. Jenna just shrugged, "I really don't know. Want me to try and talk to her later. Maybe if the call is coming from the both of us." "Maybe, she's just being ridiculous right now." "I know, Vi, I know."

"It's just, we're good on rent for this month now thanks to your brand deal, but what about next month? Lacy isn't even trying to find any kind of job," Violet began to rant. "Just let me try and talk to her later. I think you have a special talent for getting on her nerves."

After her conversation with Jenna, Violet decided to head to Ward Park in an attempt to get them ahead on next month's rent by busking before work. Although she didn't make much, it was still more than last time.

Meanwhile, Jenna tried to have a conversation with Lacy. "Do you see where we're coming from though. Rent can't just fall on the backs of Violet and I." "Yes, but like have you ever seen an actress get her start working as a cashier?" "It'd just be until you get that first role."

"What am I supposed to do? Get a job at SimMart? Do you KNOW what happens to people who work at SimMart? They get sucked into the endless time loop that is corporate greed. Next thing I know I'll be 50 and still bagging groceries for unlivable wages. No way."

"There's nothing wrong with bagging groceries," Jenna tried to explain. "There is when you're doing it for 40 hours a week and can still barely afford to put food on the table and pay rent. I'm not even going to mention-" Before Lacy could finish the doorbell went off.

"Sage!" Lacy and Jenna exclaimed pulling their friend into a hug. "Hey! I had a long weekend at university, so I decided to come out to see Violet," Sage explained. "Where is Vi?" "She's at work," Jenna explained. "Probably won't be back until late, but you're welcome to stay."

While Sage and Lacy caught up, Jenna excused herself to film for her brand deal. Unfortunately, right as she started recording her video station died. "This is so disgusting," Jenna muttered to herself.

By the time Violet had finished with work she was not feeling too well, but as soon as she saw Sage her mood was immediately lifted. "What are you doing here?" "Just wanted to surprise my girlfriend for the weekend," Sage smiled. "Consider me surprised," Violet pulled Sage in.

"How is university going?" Violet asked as they retired back to her bedroom. "Oh, you know, the same old," Sage brushed the question off. "And your roommate? What was her name again?" "Anna, she's cool, I supposed," Sage replied. "Tell me about Del Sol so far!"

Violet launched into her tale about the last few weeks in Del Sol while Sage nodded along. "It's just been a lot between work and trying to get Lacy to work. I want to find time to record my own demo but haven't been able to just yet." "Well, I just know your demo will be great."

"You know…" Sage began to say. "Now that we're done catching up, I have some ideas for what we could do next." "I'm listening."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sage asked. "I just know this is your first woohoo and everything, so I want to be sure." "Yes, Sage, I'm sure that I want to do this," Violet assured her.

[moonlit-imagines]

The Doctor Is In

Stephen Strange x reader

Bruce Banner x reader (platonic)

warnings:

a/n: hey! idk how to build stairs guys. i didnt feel like researching it. i dont care if it’s wrong. leave me alone. part 2/2.

prompt:

Out (1)

There was no hope of Stephen coming back. Every truth you had to face was harsher than the last. Even when you got home and realized that Wong was among the vanished...and he didn’t fix the stairwell.

Maybe the stairwell was a good thing. It gave you something to focus on in these hard times. Sure, it’d been a month since the incident, but that still wasn’t enough time for the world to heal. That meant that contractors were hard to come by. But the roof would have a tarp over it for some time. No way you’d deal with that.

So you took a trip to the hardware store, you stocked up on wood and nails, lacquer and wood stain. Anything else you needed for the project. Anything to keep you busy.

There were so many sleepless nights. You hated being alone in Sanctum, hated being alone in your bed. Every so often you would nap on the couch, but then you’d get right back to work. Weeks on end you spent on the stairwell. How long will you stick around while I talk about the stairwell?

Doctor Banner called you from time to time. His voicemails were kind, heartfelt, but you couldn’t stop now. The gutted stairwell from a couple weeks ago was coming by very nicely. As nice as it could when worked on my an amateur. Alright, it looked awful, but you couldn’t stand using a ladder to get to the second floor.

As you were staining the wood, you played a message from Bruce:

“Doctor L/N, it’s Bruce. I hope you’re doing alright, but you know that if you’re not, I’m here for you. All the remaining Avengers have kind of...gone their separate ways for the most part, they’re pretty broken up about everything. I just want you to know that because you don’t...have to be strong right now. I understand if you can’t be. Just call me back whenever you can? I want to make sure you’re alright. We’re survivors, we should stick together.”

Bruce hadn’t known you long, but he was still a great person and friend. You should call him back, but if you lost focus, you may lose yourself. So you continued to wipe against the grain of the fresh stairs and moved to the next step. And the next. And the next.

The last step was the lacquer and seal. You were scared to finish up. What would you occupy yourself with once this was over? You thought about the answer until the very last step and admired your shabby craftsmanship. It’ll do. Or maybe you should tear it all down and start over? While you were thinking over your newest thought, your phone rang again. Bruce Banner.

“Hey, Bruce.” You answered the phone as you normally would and sat on the floor in front of your work.

“Y/N?” Bruce asked in disbelief. “Y/N, hey! How are you? I don’t know if you’ve been getting my calls..?”

“I have.” You quickly replied.

“Oh.” He quietly nodded to himself.

“I’m sorry, Bruce.” You realized your mistake and knew you may have come off as a little rude. He’d been nothing but kind to you, but you’d just realized you were alone today.

“No, no! It’s okay! I understand, don’t worry. What have you been up to?” His effort to start a conversation may be successful this time around.

“I fixed the stairwell. All of it. That’s what I’ve been doing the past few weeks. I just finished a few minutes ago.” You felt awkward talking to him. Not because of him, not at all. Just because you hadn’t really had any human contact in a while.

“I didn’t take you for a carpenter, Doctor.” Bruce was genuinely surprised with your skillset, you could hear it in his voice.

“And you still won’t once you see the job I did.” You actually managed to let out a chuckle. You didn’t know you could still do that.

“Oh, I hear ya loud and clear.” Bruce laughed, too. I wonder if he was having the same thoughts as you. “Y/N, do you want to go out to lunch like, now? I could use some company, maybe you could, too.”

“Yeah,” you checked the time on your watch, Stephen’s watch, and realized you worked through the night and day, “text me an address, I’ll meet you anywhere. See you soon.” You hung up pretty quickly, only to get ready ASAP. You were sort of covered in “stair supplies” and smelled like...not good. You’d take a quick shower, put on some clean clothes, and take off. Unfortunately, the stairs weren’t dry, so it was another round up the ladder.

—————

You finally took a trip back to your bedroom and shuffled through the closet filled with your...late husband’s clothing. It still smelled like him, surprisingly. You wondered just how long it would last. You hoped it’d be forever, but you grabbed your own clothes and quickly got dressed, then checked your phone to see that Bruce was running “a little late.” It’s okay, you were, too.

You took a seat on Stephen’s side of the bed and decided to snoop. Did it count as snooping if he was no longer here? You knew that he didn’t keep secrets from you, so what was the worst you could stumble upon? Books, books, and more books. But some were important books, ones detailing mystic arts. Maybe...maybe it was time to pick up a new skill. You stuffed the book in your bag and decided to head out now before you got too comfy in an actual bed.

—————

You and Bruce sat at a booth in the empty diner, awkwardly gazing over the menu while trying to stir up some conversation. It’d been a while since either of you had visited someone, you didn’t even know what to talk about.

“So, home renovations, huh?” Bruce asked while peaking over the fold of the laminated list.

“Something like that.” You sighed and set yours down and aside. “I know what I’m getting. What about you?”

“I just need a minute.” The only noise besides your bland conversation was the rustling of dishes in the back, which didn’t last for long. “Got it. A burger. That’ll do it.” Bruce announced and got the attention of the waiter.

Ordering took a second, but soon you and Bruce were alone again and ready to talk.

“How are the other Avengers? I know you said they went their separate ways, but...” You inquired and were surprised to see a smile crack on Bruce’s face. “What?”

“At least I know you listened to my voicemails.” He chuckled and took a sip of his iced tea. “They’re dealing with it. I don’t exactly know how. Nat’s staying at the compound, I’m sure she’s glad to have a home again. Cap went out on his own. Thor went back to his people. Tony and Pepper are trying to separate themselves from the world, I think. I don’t blame them. That’s all I know.” You stayed silent, but nodded along to his outer thoughts. “You alright?”

“I’m sorry, Bruce.” You started. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, leave you hanging. I just still don’t know how to take this. I keep thinking about what Stark told me when he came back. His whole ‘this will all make sense soon’ thing. Nothing about this makes sense to me.”

“Well, Strange was different, wasn’t he? He had that Stone, he had those powers, he might know something we don’t.” Bruce explained to you, an attempt to comfort you. “We’ve tried everything, y/n. Maybe it’s time to wait, maybe in time you’ll see that he sacrificed himself...for you.” You teared up at the scientist’s words and quickly wiped your eyes as the food was placed before you. “Thank you, sir.” Bruce said as the waiter walked off. “Hey, y/n? It’s okay that you’re hurting. I get it. But please don’t act like you’re alone. I’m gonna be here for you, okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled while hiding your wet eyes, “Me, too, Bruce.”

—————

When you got stressed out when you were younger, you threw yourself into your studies. Maybe that was why you were such an accomplished scientist. But what studies did you have now?

You had a library full of knowledge. It wasn’t your usual knowledge, but it would suffice. Now, the book that you’d snagged from Stephen’s bedside was a bit advanced for you, but that was okay. You had options.

Where would you even begin? This place was bigger than you remembered. Was this another spell? Did you know what you were talking about? Stop thinking, y/n. Start reading.

You picked out a book. You just ran with it. You recalled stories from Stephen. You remembered you needed the ring. What did he call it? Song ring? Sink ring? Slink ring?

Sling ring.

Not a problem, you could find one. Sanctum probably had tons. Maybe in Stephen’s study? You wished you had asked him more about his arts before, you just didn’t get it at the time.

One was stashed in a drawer. It was Stephen’s ring. The one he used himself. And it was the only one you could find, so it’d have to do. And so you got to studying.

The first time the air sparked by your hand was magical. Literally. But it made you feel something for the first time in nearly three months. And that was just the beginning. It felt like you were carrying on Stephen’s legacy in a way. You’d never be “Sorcerer Supreme,” but you didn’t have any intention of that. You just wanted his memory to live on, even if it were through you.

So you’d practice and you’d learn and you’d practice and you’d learn. You’d see Bruce whenever you could, and he soon noticed your mood change.

“I’m glad to see you happy for a change.” He told you while you walked through the park.

“Yeah, it feels great.” You told him while watching construction vehicles cleaning up the debris that had been lying around for months.

“I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s with the ring?” He looked at your hand and you lifted it closer.

“Oh...it’s Stephen’s.” You simply stated.

“Is it like a wedding ring?” He took a closer look and let you laugh it up for a quick second.

“No, no!” You shook your head at the ridiculous question. “I might as well show you. I haven’t told anyone yet, but that’s because you’re the only person I talk to.” You stopped in your tracks and shooed him back to give yourself enough space. “Ready?” Bruce looked terrified, but nodded a response and watched you raise your hands ahead, concentrating on the small portal you had began to open. Bruce recognized the opening since he’d fallen through it before.

“You’re one of the sorcerers?” Bruce’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I just started learning!” You exclaimed with a bright smile. “I needed something to get me through this all...and I wanted to protect Sanctum like Stephen and Wong had always stressed doing.”

“That’s...amazing, y/n. Self-taught magic? By a scientist, no less. Look at you go!” Bruce had a knack for being supportive. You were glad that he crashed through your roof and into your stairs.

“Thanks, Bruce. Maybe in time I’ll be able to cast a spell that fixes my roof.” You shrugged.

“Oh? Come on! I said I was sorry!”

—————

And then five years went by. Flew by, actually. You’d become a skilled sorcerer and used your skills around Sanctum. There wasn’t much to do here on Earth. It was a bit quiet.

Bruce was still a close friend of yours! You’d advised him in his quest for balance. He was no longer at war with himself.

The roof was fixed! You had Bruce spectate your very own spell to repair the damages he’d inflicted, but all was forgiven.

Then one normal day you got a call from him.

“Hey Bruce! How’s it going?” You answered, even though it interrupted your meditation.

“Can you meet me at the diner ASAP?” He sounded a little off, but still upbeat, so you opened a portal and stepped through to find yourself right out front. It was easy to spot him through the window, but there were others with him. Avengers.

“Hey, all.” You took a seat beside an unfamiliar one. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You told him as a plate of food was set in front of you.

“I ordered you your favorite. Hope you’re hungry.” Bruce smirked at you and let you get to it.

“So, it’s been a while, huh?” You asked the two Avengers across from you.

“It has.” Natasha sighed. “I wasn’t aware you were...also a sorcerer.” She began.

“I had a lot of free time.” Last they saw you, you weren’t as cool, calm, or collected. They were glad that you’d found peace. “I have a feeling this isn’t a social lunch.”

“I’m sorry to pull you from your calm, Doctor L/N—” You cut Steve off.

“Y/N is fine.” You replied.

“Scott here,” Steve motioned to the awkward man sitting alongside you, “was stuck in the Quantum Realm for some time, if you’re familiar. He thinks that there’s a way to...to undo what Thanos did.” You peered over at Bruce and watched him shrug as your heart started to beat faster and stomach started doing turns. You hated the thought of getting your hopes up, but you still dearly missed your husband.

“What can I do?”

—————

You had a hand in opening the dozens of portals around the ruins of the Avengers Compound, but you weren’t the only one. Stephen, Wong, and hundreds of other sorcerers were assisting to bring an army to combat the troops of an outdated Thanos, and you were so close to Stephen.

Using your magic to create a pathway to the sky, you leaped from step to step to get a clear look of the battlefield. And to let Stephen see you. He did. And so did the cloak.

You’d never used your powers to fight, so you’d have to step it up out here. But you knew Stephen wouldn’t let you get hurt. And you believed that you could handle this yourself.

“Y/N!” Stephen called to you as he flew to your altitude and held you in a special embrace that you’d nearly forgotten the feeling of. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Are you kidding me, Stephen?” You chuckled through tears that you just couldn’t hold in, tears that dragged through the dirt and dust on your face, clearing small lines down your cheeks. “I have missed you every day since the moment you left. I am so glad to have you back.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye, y/n. I truly am. But I knew that you would manage without me. You always have.” He explained to you in such a heartfelt way, admiring your capability to still be standing in the air.

“You knew I’d become a sorcerer, didn’t you?” You cocked a brow and watched him smirk.

“I had an inkling.” He joked with you as the firefight below was still rampaging.

“It’s very unprofessional of you to be talking to your s/o during times of crisis like this.” You chuckled and broke your spell to fall back to the ground, stopping yourself before it was too late in what could only be described as a “superhero landing.” Now that you were on the ground, assistance was required for your own side of the battle.

You and your fellow sorcerers had to defend more than anything. Shields popped up across the battlefield in an effort to keep your people alive. There were too many close calls and you wanted to survive long enough to go home with your husband.

“Y/N, over here!” Stephen beckoned you to the flood that would have made this fight much harder, and you were delighted to defend alongside him. The cloak rushed to you and gave you a fast track to the edge of the water, you couldn’t help but that it for it’s kind service. “Ready?”

“Of course.” You lifted your palms and motioned towards that water, redirecting it and keeping it at bay for the time being. “I love you, Stephen.” You remembered to tell him.

“I love you, too, y/n.” He replied with his focus still on the flood. “And I’m proud of you. So very proud.”

“Couldn’t have done it with you.” You joked and stabilized the rushing waters, giving you a true load-off before the end was clear. Dust passed through the sunken hole you all stood inside. Dust of your enemies that had finally lost. You and Stephen stared at each other in disbelief, yet couldn’t help but run into each other’s arms. “This is real? We won?”

“In a way.”

—————

Stephen and you dressed in all black were standing in the back yard of your savior. Tony had given his life to give others a life. You were just sorry that it had to be him.

Bruce stood alongside you with a long face and an injured arm. It was time for you to be there for him like he’d been there for you.

“Thanks for bringing back my husband, Bruce.” You whispered to him while holding Stephen’s hand tightly. Over the past few days, you just couldn’t seem to let go of him.

“Oh, yeah? That was nothing.” Bruce playfully answered through his sorrow.

“How’s your arm feeling?” You asked him, making sure the sling wasn’t twisted up an any way.

“Not the greatest, but I’ll be okay.” He assured you and watched as you leaned your head onto Stephen’s smile with a sense of relief. “I’m really happy for you, y/n...”

“But?” You raised an eyebrow with a hint of worry.

“But you better still hang out with me.” He smiled at you and you even heard a chuckle escape Stephen’s lips.

“You can count on it, Bruce.” You lifted a hand for a fist bump and collided your knuckles with his, even if they were a bit oversized.

“Shall we get going, dear?” Stephen asked you while he hooked his arm around yours and opened a portal home. You waved goodbye to Bruce and went on your way, stepping right into Sanctum as the way closed behind you.

“So you really meant it, huh?” You asked your husband while setting your belongings down.

“That I love what you’ve done with the place?” Stephen laughed at your oncoming smirk and walked forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you forward to kiss the top of your head. “Of course, dear.”

“Even the stairs?” You peeked your head up to look at your husband and watched his smile grow. You’d never bothered casting a spell to properly repair them. Maybe you were just too proud of your work. Maybe it was a reminder that you got through these five years on your own terms.

“I do.” He leaned down to kiss your lips. “It adds character to this place.”

“More character than the magic?” You prodded at him.

“I think you mean ‘sorcery.’” He corrected as you leaned into his chest and slightly swayed back and forth, taking in his presence for the 50th time since he’d come home.

“Oh, of course. Silly me.”

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[hawks-feathers]

“Hey! Could you do the big three from bnha reacting to their S/O being called a homophobic slur?”

Pairings: Y/N x Mirio , Y/N x Amajiki , Y/N x Nejire,

Scenario: The big threes reactions to their S/O being called a homophobic slur.

Warnings: TW this will contain sensitive topics such as homophobia, please please don’t read if you’re sensitive to that, my requests are open so if you’re just looking to read something you can always request something.

The big Three’s reaction to their significant other being called a homophobic slur

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~~Mirio Togata~~

It’s not a surprise this man loves you with all his heart however he likes to give you space and let you be independent, unfortunately for you this also applies to arguments

That’s not to say he wouldn’t step in if need be because this man does love you

He just thinks you’re strong and independent and he likes to see you handle things yourself

So it wasn’t unusual for him to just watch you from afar if he knew you were in an argument with somebody instead of helping:

This particular time was no different. You had just come out completely at school so Mirio had been keeping a closer eye on you just as a precaution.

You went to go meet Mirio at your usual meeting area, Mirio was just within eyesight when a girl stepped in front of you and two guys behind you.

They started asking super personal questions regarding your sexual orientation, to which you turnt them down and explained you didn’t know them so why would you answer these questions

The whole time this had been going on Mirio was watching you while maintaining a conversation with under classmen izuku midoriya.

Almost immediately when he saw you getting uncomfortable he slowly made his way to you, instructing midoriya to walk and talk.

The build up of the argument was meeting its climax when they said something to you which they really shouldn’t of said.

Mirio saw your facial expression and used his quirk to go into the wall making his way to you. Almost on cue Mirio’s face popped out of the wall beside you and he said “Is there a problem here? Because I’d really like to walk my S/O home now”

The three students mumbled and scattered, and your lovely boyfriend walked you home and he told you next time, if he’s not around you have his permission to sock them in the face. (He said that all while keeping is Kirby like face 💀)

~~ Tamaki Amajiki ~~

Amajiki being the ball of anxiety he is hates confrontation and of course him being your boyfriend you know this. You knew their was a couple people in fat gums agency who sometimes say some questionable stuff regarding the LGBTQ+ so you kept your sexual orientation on the down low when you were there

(You already know if Fatgum knew about someone whose homophobic working at his agency he’d fire them ASAP, mans has 0 tolerance for that)

You were already out of the closet at school and at home however so it didn’t stop other people from talking about it.

You were visiting Amajiki at work and even brought him some clams, you made him eat them to ensure he had defense when he went on patrol

While you were talking with Fatgum, Amajiki and his new “partner in crime” (and your under classmen) Kirishima you noticed two girls staring at you and whispering from behind a desk. But you thought nothing of it.

Fatgum said he needed to go get more Takoyaki before they started their patrol and left the room. Leaving you, the two girls, your boyfriend and Kirishima.

Finally you had enough of these girls judgmental stares. You tried to ignore it for Tamakis sake but you just couldn’t anymore. You turnt your head to them and loudly asked “is there a problem? Is there something on my back? What’s so interesting?”

Almost immediately Tamaki’s face and composure was now this (gif below)

They looked shocked you even knew they were staring. Clearly they didn’t know your quirk was sixth sense.

One of them got the balls to look you in the eyes and say something so unforgivable. They called you a slur. Kirishima yelled “Aye that’s not very... womanly, don’t be homophobic”

You noticed almost immediately Tamaki’s demeanor changed. As soon as the word was said his face said it all.

Tamaki yelled louder then you’ve heard him yell (which still wasn’t very loud but our bbys trying)

“Don’t say that about my S/O, what give you the right?!”

Obviously the girls knew tamaki and knew this behavior was abnormal because the flinched.

Apparently Tamaki yelled louder then you thought or Fatgum has great hearing because Fatgum popped his head through the doorway not even 2 minutes later, octopus screwing out of his mouth as he asks what’s happening.

Needless to say those two girls didn’t have their job anymore.

~~ Nejire Hado~~

You and Nejire had just started dating, you wanted to keep it a secret for a while because you feared Nejire might get hurt but some not so accepting people on campus but Nejire being herself couldn’t keep PDA to a minimum and eventually the whole school knew

most people were accepting and your relationship was favored by many throughout the school rumors started spreading the prom king and queen would actually be prom Queen and queen (if you’re picking up what I’m putting down)

You and Nejire were walking together to lunch when Mirio had pulled Nejire aside to talk to her, she said she’d catch up to you and told you to find a table.

As you continued to the lunch room some girl and guy stopped you. They started going on and on about how they wanted to be prom king and queen, how it’s wrong to break tradition and they said you being gay was wrong also if you guys showed up to prom there would be a problem

Unkowningly to you Nejire had heard and seen this, she walked up behind you and gave you a hug and a kiss on the check.

Then without a minute to spare Nejire looked at them and said “if my S/O is wrong for being gay that makes me wrong for being gay? Hmm also was that a threat? Because I have two very powerful friends and they only make promises”

she said all of this with a smile and squinted eyes as if she didn’t just threaten to get Tamaki and Mirio involved.

The two scoffed and scurried away clearly uncomfortable.

Your girlfriend turnt to you and frowned “now we might be eating lunch on the floor”

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[magnoliabloomfield]

Possession 12

Gally wished he never made the suggestion that Nikola be a keeper, he wished he had gotten her as a builder so he could keep an eye on her at all times. He hated it whenever he couldn’t see her, when he didn’t know what she was doing or who she was around, if she was safe. He wanted her around him. It was completely selfish, and he didn’t really mean it. Well, he meant it, but only a little bit, he knew it was better to have her on the council. Besides if she was a builder he definitely would have turned into the very type of possessive keeper he’d been worried about someone else becoming.

He had trouble focusing, sometimes even breathing, especially when he would think about how she said it would suck if he wasn’t around her, the sad pout to her lips. Her little pink lips. He found himself absently sketching her face in the margins of his blueprints instead of doing any real work. He’d always been good at drawing the straight lines and angles of architecture, but she made him discover a talent for portraits as well.

God this was crazy. He’d been the most upset the day she arrived, he’d been the most concerned about how the boys would be acting and here he was, a self fulfilling prophecy. It was like he only felt good when he was around her now. She brought something special to the glade that had been missing until now. She brought light, hope, fun, distraction. All the time they were fighting for basic survival, but she made surviving bearable, she made it worth it.

What was he going to do? He probably wasn’t the only one who thought of her this way, there had to be others just dying to have her around them too, thinking about her as much as he was. Who was she thinking about? After the little things she had said to him and the way she let her feelings show in her eyes only when she talked to him made a part of Gally believe she was thinking of him. However, the thought of being wrong was so painful he dared not let himself fully believe it. And then there was the rule. She’d never belong to him. The only comfort it brought was that she wouldn’t belong to anyone else either.

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Gally laid in his cot, sleep evading him in favor of thoughts of Nikola. He couldn’t torture himself by giving in to fantasy, it would only drive him to do something stupid and get one or both of them in trouble. He stared up at his dingy ceiling and suddenly missed the nights back at the beginning when he was sleeping in a hammock in the trees, the sky above him and fresh air all around. His room smelled. He smelled, he usually put on the same clothes day after day all sweaty and rank. It never mattered before, but now he would be mortified if she ever came in here.

What would she be doing in there though? He told his brain to shut up, he wouldn’t follow that line of thought. It prodded him too much and he realized he was not going to get to sleep any time soon, just toss and turn in his smelly room all night. He was going to have everything washed tomorrow even if he had to do it himself.

He launched upright and grabbed his pants as he stood up, putting them on and then his boots. He was going to get out of his room and get fresh air and the sky above him. He stepped out into the midnight blue of the glade, faint snores coming from where the other boys slept. He went off in the opposite direction so he wouldn’t wake anyone up or have to listen to them either.

He found himself at her tower without realizing he’d taken a beeline to it. He would never try to get up there in a million years, that would freak her out for sure. Besides, he’d done much too good a job at making it intruder proof, something he never thought he’d be kicking himself for. But then he noticed her ladder was down. He looked around the glade for her, at first excited at the idea of her being up when he was up, but then he got worried about if someone besides them was up too. What if something happened to her? He’d been awake the whole night, he would have heard a scream… but what if she didn’t get a chance?

His search turned desperate and frantic, he listened for noise, he looked for light, any sign of her. He sprinted to her house and stood at the ladder. He was hesitant to call her name in case he woke someone else up. The ladder could have fallen, she could be up there asleep and have no clue, or she could be up there and not alone. He scrambled up the ladder and took a quick glance, finding she wasn’t there. He went down quickly too. He sprinted to the bathrooms just to find them empty, but there was water around her shower stall. She must have been here, or someone was. He raced to the kitchen next, it was only logical, you either get up to pee or get a drink in the middle of the night, right?

He saw a glow coming from the kitchen as he got closer and part of him felt relieved, but not enough to slow down. He burst in and saw Nikola crouched on the floor with a small laundry tub and her sheets.

“Shuck,” she said softly as she startled, almost falling over.

She stared up at him, relief passing her features when she recognized him. Meanwhile he just stood there panting for a second before bracing himself on his knees, so glad she was ok. He let his head hang for a moment as he composed himself.

“Are you alright?” he asked her as he straightened up and came closer. He noticed a pink tinge to the water and how only part of her sheets were in there, not the whole thing. Then he saw the garments. She started her period.

“I’m fine,” she said, looking down into the water a bit embarrassedly and trying to hide the stained clothes.

“God, I was thinking the worst,” he sighed as he ran a hand over his face before sitting on the ground next to her. She seemed surprised and confused as she glanced between him and what she was doing, wondering why he was coming closer. “Do you need some help?”

“No, Gally, you don’t want to help me with this-“

“I know,” he interrupted her, trying to show her she had nothing to be embarrassed about. “I know what happened and I can help if you want me to.”

She slightly narrowed her eyes at him. “How do you know-“ she started to say before giving up, since it was pretty obvious. “It’s gross, you shouldn’t have to deal with it.”

“Hey, I’m the keeper of the builders, you think I haven’t had to wash blood out of clothes before?”

“It’s not the same,” she muttered glumly, starting to scrub half heartedly again. “It’s embarrassing. I was hoping to get it taken care of before it set, and before anyone could see it, and now of all people you’re here watching me make uterus soup.”

It was a graphic description but he wasn’t repulsed by it, in fact, he burst into laughter.

“Oh god,” he chuckled as he rubbed his eyes. “Well, if you don’t want me to touch your laundry is there something else I can do for you? Do you need something to drink, or eat, or a hot water bottle?”

She looked over at him as if trying to figure out what planet he came from. He saw her eyes travel down before she quickly looked away with a new shade of pink on her cheeks. He realized he had put on boots and pants, but not his shirt. Oops.

“I-I’m fine, you can go back to bed,” she told him.

“Oh, no I’m not going anywhere till you’re done and I make sure you get to your room safe,” He informed her, sounding quite firm about it.

“You don’t-“

“I do.”

“God, you’re stubborn,” she said even as she smirked.

“Yeah, and the faster this gets done, the faster you’ll get rid of me, so you might as well let me help,” he told her.

He didn’t care, he wasn’t squeemish about it. He had seen gore, he had seen and smelled boys crap their pants. It wasn’t pleasant but it wasn’t the end of the world either, not when there was water and soap at the ready. He was with her, and he could do something useful to help her.

“Well, you can stay to walk me back, but you don’t have to touch this-“

His response to that was to reach right in and take the sheet from her, making her mouth fall open in shock.

“I’ll leave your clothes to you and I’ll take care of the sheets,” he delegated to her, focusing on what he was doing.

She didn’t say much, but he didn’t mind. It was late, she was tired and probably had cramps. He was just glad to be beside her and be helpful. They finished quickly working together. They dumped the tub and put fresh water in, letting the sheets soak overnight to deal with in the morning. She took her clothes with her to hang to dry in her room.

“Hang on a sec,” Gally told her before rooting around in Fry’s food.

He triumphantly presented her with a jar of peanut butter. “It’s the closest thing to candy we have around here,” he explained, earning a chuckle from her as she took the jar from him, maybe her eyes flickered over his chest before she looked back up at him.

“Thanks, Gally. For everything,” She said as her tired eyes seemed to sparkle a little. “And I mean everything. You keep doing the most for me ever since I showed up here.”

He felt a bashful blush creep up to his face and didn’t have much he could say to that. He walked her back to her little house, standing at the bottom until she had climbed up and pulled the ladder up behind her, then pulled up the basket with her wet clothes and the peanut butter. She leaned on the railing, bathed in moonlight as she looked down at him.

“I don’t care how big the world outside these walls is, I don’t think there’s anyone else like you in it,” She commented out of the blue before her grin flashed in the darkness. “Goodnight Gally.”

“Goodnight Nikola,” he replied with a small smile of his own, watching until she disappeared inside.

He ran a hand over his hair and cradled the back of his neck with it as he let out a heavy breath. The insomnia was totally worth it.

Unfortunately he had been right about something. They weren’t the only ones awake that night.

Masterlist

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Ready for some angst??? I have it planned in my brain a bit, I'll write it asap. thanks for your comments, likes and reblogs! They motivate me to write more.

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[maddogofshimano]

Dojima Yayoi Character Story

The acting 5th Chairman herself, Yayoi!

Despite wielding a sword, she’s actually a defense unit in game. RGGO unfortunately sticks women in any role except offense almost universally, Miss Tatsu is one of the very few exceptions to that. Even characters like Nair and Kaoru are usually support units! It’s pretty lame.

Summary: Set following Terada’s death and Kiryu’s first talk with Daigo, we find Yayoi learning about the machinations of the Omi. Kashiwagi has a plan to pull the Tojo Clan back together, but he’s going to need the right person to take charge, and Yayoi has an opinion on who that should be.

2006, 5 years after Dojima Daigo was arrested for violating the firearms and sword laws after travelling to Osaka to face Goda Ryuji

Daigo, who was expelled from the family, was abandoned by his previous cronies and has fallen to excessive drinking. 

Daigo continues to order drinks. Yayoi finds him in the club and approaches.

Daigo wants to know why she’s here. She wants to know when he’s going to knock it off and how long he intends to live like this. The man who commited that murder wasn’t Kiryu... but Daigo already knows that, doesn’t he. Kiryu must have asked Daigo to help the Tojo Clan, so he ran off to get himself wasted, right?

 Daigo, being accurately called out, doesn’t want to talk to Yayoi, and says she should leave. It’s none of her concern. She says that of course it’s her concern, she’s his mother.  

Daigo snaps back that now she wants to act like a mom?

Daigo leaves without another word.

She follows him into the street, but he’s already gone. She reflects on what he said, he’s never said something to her like that before. For a long time now, she and that other person’s work with the family must have made Daigo terribly lonely. (Tl note: really vague on who that other person is! I would assume Dojima Sohei, but it would be very interesting for her to think of him as “that other person” instead of her husband or ex-husband)

Right now that child simply won’t listen to her. Kiryu though... she wonders what he can do.

She’s interrupted by some jackass trying to hit on her.

She tells him to scram, she’s not in the mood to deal with this. He attacks, because he is a goon. She tells him not to complain if he dies.

<They fight, she trounces him>

The goon starts screaming for help, that she’s a murderer. Yayoi knows better than to stick around, and leaves, still wondering what to do about Daigo. She hears something and sees none other than........

Kashiwagi! 

He’s bleeding from his chest! She’ll do first aid, but he needs to get to a hospital ASAP. Kashiwagi claims that he’s fine, really! Sorry about this, ma’am... ugh...!

She asks what happened, Kashiwagi explains that he was attacked by an Omi Alliance assassin. Yayoi is shocked to hear it’s the Omi!

<Part 2>

Yayoi wants to know what Kashiwagi is talking about. He explains that the Omi have been attacking, first targeting the 5th Chairman, Terada. They got him into an ambulance, but he still died. Yayoi is shocked. Kashiwagi says that the main branch is working overtime to handle this. 

He was actually looking for Yayoi regarding that. Unfortunately, the hitman attacked him in the middle of his search, leading to this sorry spectacle. The Omi might be trying to crush everyone.

Yayoi has a grasp on the situation now, but asks why Kashiwagi is coming to her with this. He tells her he has a plan he’d like to discuss. Unfortunately they’re interrupted by goons bursting in, shouting that they found Kashiwagi.

Yayoi asks if these are the hitmen that got him. He confirms it, they stabbed him out of nowhere. The goons say they’re going to do a lot more than that this time!

<They fight>

Yayoi is winning, and Kazama Family boys arrive to chase them off. One of the boys asks if Kashiwagi is alright, he says he’ll be fine, and tells the man not to ignite this powder keg into an all out war. 

Yayoi and Kashiwagi head to a familiar bar to discuss this plan that Kashiwagi has, since it’s too dangerous to remain out in the street.

Kashiwagi: ...I’ll cut straight to the point. I want Daigo to be the acting 5th Chairman.

Yayoi: Daigo as acting chairman...!? Kashiwagi: ...Yes. Yayoi: You... You’d paint a target on Daigo’s back like that...!? Kashiwagi: ...I recognize the seriousness. But with the 5th chairman dead and myself as acting captain having been wounded... Leaving the main branch without a head is signing the whole clan’s death warrant.  Yayoi: ...I understand what you’re saying, but to put that burden on Daigo... Kashiwagi: Right now the Tojo Clan is shaken. The Omi won’t wait around for us to resolve this.  Kashiwagi: We need to get ourselves unified as soon as possible. To do that, we need someone suitable to lead us.  Kashiwagi: It pains me to say this, but I see no other option.

Kashiwagi says that he thinks Daigo is the kind of person who could pull the Tojo Clan back together. He knows that it’s not something Yayoi wants to hear, but he hopes that she understands. She does, but she has one suggestion, if he’ll listen.

<Part 3>

Kashiwagi asks if this is really okay?

Yes, she’s not going back on what she said. Kashiwagi understands. Yayoi asks if they can make one minor detour first.

Back at the club Daigo is barking at staff to get him more booze. 

The staff are very politely trying to cut him off. Thankfully Yayoi and Kashiwagi arrive, though Daigo is not thrilled to see them and wants to know why they’re here. Yayoi says she has something to tell Daigo, Daigo says he doesn’t want to hear anything, Kashiwagi tells him he better watch his mouth. 

Daigo tells him to shut up and that he doesn’t want to be involved with anything. Mouthing off to Kashiwagi was apparently the final straw--Yayoi knocks Daigo to the floor.

Yayoi: You can stay out of this, Kashiwagi. Manager, sorry, this will get a little violent.

Yayoi: Stand up Daigo. I’m not telling you something as your parent.  Yayoi: I’m just angry at the dumbass who’s drinking by himself instead of having the guts to stand up during a time like this. Daigo: ...Don’t give me that crap! Yayoi: Then let me see you grit those teeth!! <They fight, Daigo loses>

Yayoi: Moron. You’re so drunk that you can’t even walk straight. Yayoi: ............Daigo, Terada is dead. Daigo: .......... Yayoi: The omi are attacking. ...It might even turn into a war. Daigo: ....So what. Did you come here to tell me to go back to the clan? Yayoi: ....I’m going to become the acting chairman. That’s what I came here to tell you. Daigo: Acting chairman....!? Are you serious!? Yayoi: Yes, starting now I’ll be replacing Terada. I’ll get the Tojo Clan in order.  Daigo: What the hell are you thinking!? Have you lost your mind... Yayoi: ...Of course I know the dangers of the position. But It’s what must be done. Otherwise... Daigo: You...　The lengths you’ll go to for the clan. Yayoi: ......Daigo. Ever since I became that man’s wife, I’ve been prepared for this. Yayoi: Right now... it’s the time. Daigo: Ghh!! Yayoi: ...That’s all I came here to say. Yayoi: Let’s go, Kashiwagi. Kashiwagi: ...Yes ma’am. They leave and Yayoi is quiet. Kashiwagi asks if she’s alright. That was a lot to talk to Daigo about. She says she’s fine, and thinks back to the conversation they had in the bar.

She put forward that she wants to be the acting chairman. Kashiwagi is stunned. 

Yayoi: Do I lack the ability for it? Kashiwagi: No, everyone knows that the Dojima Family only made it’s rapid climb thanks to you. You’ve got a large base of support, and the perfect qualities for a leader. I have no objections.  Kashiwagi: ...Will it really be okay though?  Yayoi: I also think Daigo has the capability to carry the Tojo Clan on his back. Yayoi: But right now, that kid is a little... I’m worried that he doesn’t have enough time to get his feet back under him. Yayoi: Helping him do that should really be something I do as his mother. However, I’m no good at that. Yayoi: So... I wants to offer up my life to buy him the time he needs. (Tl note: the literal phrase here is “burn up [her life]” which is metal as hell) Yayoi: That’s what I can do to become the kind of parent who gives things to her child.  Kashiwagi: ............. Ma’am.....

<cut back to present> Kashiwagi: ...Tactless people. Daigo, and you both, ma’am. Yayoi: Heh... That man was too. Yayoi: Well, let’s get going, shall we? The main branch is big, right? I’ll need to decide on our new policies soon. Yayoi: ...I’m counting on you. Kashiwagi. Kashiwagi: Yes ma’am. I, your humble servant Kashiwagi, shall do my utmost to protect you. ...Acting fifth chairman!

<END>

bonus time: At several points Kashiwagi sort of belatedly added in the proper titles for Yayoi, including that last line. It wasn’t easy to fit in for the most part, so I didn’t try to force it.

I really love that this means that Daigo took another loss during Y2, this time his mom went and kicked his ass. Also interesting that Yayoi really did mean Dojima Sohei all those times she referred to “that man”, there’s probably a lot that can be read into that.

Also, eat your heart out Yayoi/Kashiwagi fans.

[genshin-obsessed]

[moth]

happy birthday pocket!

i had no energy to make this a genuine fluff drabble it's 12:30 am here

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Groaning, Diluc runs his hands up his face. Tf was he gonna do on your darned bday when his freaking schedule is full of ABYSS ABYSS ABYSS ABYSS ABYSS MUAHAHAHAHA

He mumbles something about perhaps gathering a small bouquet of small lamp grass before discarding the idea, thinking that it wouldn't be enough to resemble all the love and adoration he had for you. He unties his hair, letting the crimson locks rest against his back as he picks up the quill once again, writing away. 'Perhaps a letter will work for now. After I return from my duties, all my time will go to them for sure.' Smiling, he begins to pour his heart into each words written down on the parched paper.

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Flopping down on your couch, you flip through a magazine of advertisements. Man, you were hungry. And what's better than grabbing some leftovers from what Diluc had cooked for you two the other day? You smile at the thought of the sight of your husband in the kitchen with an apron on, hair tied into a high ponytail as he works his magic. Gaze shifting to the ring on your finger, your eyes soften at the ruby gem, reminding you of his beautiful crimson eyes.

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He quickly slips the letter into your mailbox, yes the two of you do not live together(yet), rushing off elsewhere. Probably outside of Mondtsadt's walls to make some abyss mages perish. He first starts with Brightcrown Canyon, moving from area to area- Man, this guy is traveling all across Mondstadt, excluding Dragonspine, with the image of your smile on his mind at all times. I mean, what can I say? He's obsessed with you. If you got injured? In the blink of an eye he'll be hurling a freaking phoenix at what, or who hurt you. If someone insulted you? "Sorry, did you say something to my lovely wedded partner here?" he questions, ticked off with a very concerning smile on his face. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, opening his eyes which send a chill down the insulter's spine. "That's right. We're married, got a problem? Call them a hilichurl on drugs, they're my hilichurl on drugs. A random, dumb idiot? My random dumb idiot. Back. Off."

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Shuffling over to the random fridge in the kitchen, you look around the kitchen before giggling and taking out the leftovers from "Once Upon a Time in Mondtsadt", his specialty. You slip the plate onto a rack, placing it on the stove, somehow warming up the meal.

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Diluc jabs the hilt of his claymore into an abyss mage, twirling his weapon around and stabbing the monster right in the face. He opens the map, noticing that he's already in the second to last area. A new motivation! A small hum of satisfaction is heard before he proceeds to massacre the popularity of abyss mages in Mond.

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You slip the plate of warmed-up "Once Upon a Time in Mondstadt" onto the counter, hopping onto a high stool and rubbing your hands together excitedly. Grinning, you cut off a piece of the steak and let it enter your mouth, the texture and flavor instantly making you float up to heaven.

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It's.. Raining... Diluc is soaked. Soaked.

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Setting down the fork and knife, you get off the stool and walk towards the front door. 'Perhaps mail has arrived already..' Opening the door, you check the mailbox and are met with a nice looking envelope. It's a pastel scarlet-ish color, with a white lacey pattern along the edges. Slowly scooching back inside, you close the door and open the envelope, unfolding the letter.

Dear (Y/N),

Happy birthday, dearest. I would've had something planned for today, but unfortunately the abyss has eaten up my schedule once more. But if the sun hasn't sunk when I get back, would you like to spent some quality time together? Perhaps we could eat out at Sara's, or go sight seeing. Perhaps the sun going down would be nice, stargazing sounds fun. Many ideas have circulated around my head while I was writing this, however do be prepared to accept a bouquet.

'Oh honey I'll make sure to have the bouquet somewhere on display in my house, fosho.'

You mean a lot to me, and since Father's passing, you've been here for me at all times. When we were younger, when Kaeya was taken under Crepus' wing, when all three of us had those good times.. Ah, it's always nice to recall the kind moments we shared.

You stifle a laugh, remembering how Kaeya had accidentally frozen Diluc- But then the ice slowly started melting with an angered Diluc underneath.

My entire heart is dedicated to you. If you have a wish that I can grant within my power, please ask for such. Even if it counts as spoiling you rotten, I'll love you no matter what. You've made my life so much easier, and whenever you can you also help me out with the abyss. Not that I'm fully supporting such, since you're putting your life into danger which is what I do not want.

'And you are too, fighting the abyss as well,' you chuckle. 'My love, please take a break for once.'

Now I must end this short, due to me being behind schedule already. I need to set out ASAP. See you soon, I love you.

-Love,

Diluc.

Your heart flutters at the last three words, oh how it always does so. But your cheeks can't help but blush at the words written down.

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Trudging up your doorstep, Diluc knocks on the door. The sun.. had already fallen. You open the door by a crack, peeking through and immediately swinging it open at the familiar redhead. Wrapping your arms around him, you sigh contently and rest your head on his chest. "I missed you..," he mumbles, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. "Why don't we head inside? Ah, before that.." The darknight hero takes out a bouquet, as promised in the letter, the flowers glowing a wonderful blue. Small lamp grass. So, he went with his original plan. Lovely. He hands it to you, patting your head before making his way inside.

--END

carp i am so tired it's now 1 am

well uh

gn pocket hope you enjoyed this <3 <3 <3

Hello Pocket! I'm here to wish you a quick Happy Birthday!!

[Cicada]

You've become a year older! How sad.. But nonetheless, congratulations on making it this far! Both me and Moth are very proud of you, even if you're technically the bigger one here, and we're always encouraging you!

Thank you for being a wonderful writer, and person in general.

-Cicada.

It’s official :’) I am Diluc’s hilichurl on drugs

On a more serious note, thank you so much Moth!! You didn’t have to do this, but you did and it makes me very happy! I really appreciate it💖💖 this was definitely my bedtime story lol even though I have I think one more! This was adorable, I got to be married to Diluc- UGH IT MADE ME SO HAPPY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Just the thought of this made me tear up😭😭 you’re awesome, thank you my friend!

And Cicada, yes I know I’m getting older 😔 I’ll be ancient soon enough- but thank you. To you both! Your words mean a lot to me too💖💖💖

I hope you both have a wonderful day/night💖

[haravath0t]

A Christmas Heist Pt. IV - A Plan Unfolds

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: big word count, implied smut, fluff, worrying reader, inaccurate depictions of computer tech and hard drives

Hello, my lovely readers and lovely followers! I am so so sorry to have taken long on this new installment of “A Christmas Heist!” I am so so glad to have found more mojo on writing out this plot! This will be the second to last part of the mini-series, and we are starting to see a bit more clarity! I hope you all enjoy it, as research has been put into making depictions of this heist as accurate as possible! Buckle up, peeps, the beginning of the end is here! As always, feedback, comments, and any type of interaction is more than welcome! Enjoy reading, my lovelies! ❤️

A Christmas Heist Masterlist 

Main Masterlist

Heavy pants were the only noises that filled the room. The clothes that were scattered everywhere as well as the now fogged up windows of the apartment, however, were a major indication of what had just happened between you and Bucky. Your eyes looked up at his light blue ones, still in your ecstatic state from what you and Bucky both just finished. Bucky could only return the gaze, smiling softly as your fingers gently ran through his hair. He couldn’t help but lean down and press his lips to yours gently, hands gently cupping your cheeks as if you’re glass, a contrast to the ones you both shared earlier. You both relax and let out a content sigh as you both embrace each other underneath the covers, your other hand slowly tracing your boyfriend’s back for comfort.  “Goodness, sweetheart. So amazin’ as always.” he mutters with a smile. A soft giggle leaves your lips. “And you’re so perfect.” You mutter breathily, pulling away gently to catch your breath, looking up at his eyes in awe and wonder. He couldn’t help the big smile that appeared on his face, his thumb continuing to caress your cheek, causing you to relax. 

“I love you, James… I hope you know that I really do.” 

“Of course, Y/N… and I love you more than you’ll ever know.” 

Bucky noticed your gaze started to become one of worry. You were up in your head again.  He gently pressed his lips to your forehead, combing your hair. 

“Doll… you’re up in your head again. What’s wrong?” 

“H-Huh? Nothing,” you try reassuring him, but of course it doesn’t work. A slight smile is felt on your forehead. “Oh, doll… if you are dwelling about what happened earlier, it’s alright to move on. We sorted that out. Nothin’ new. It’s part of the job.” 

“Yeah, I know. But, I always hate it when I gotta resort to that tactic. I really do. I’m sorry Buck. Just worrying about you that’s all.” Bucky pulls back a bit to look at you, giving you a small smile as he plays with the ends of your hair. “Ya know… unlike Brock, I’m the one here with you on this bed, lookin’ at my gorgeous gal after a nice time in bed. Don’t gotta worry about me because I’m with you aren’t I?” He tries to say jokingly, but his smile falls a bit when he sees you’re still in your daze. He realizes. “Oh, Y/N… you aren’t thinking about our safety are you?” He questions softly, making you look up at him again.

“Sorry, Buck I… I can’t help it. It’s just. We’re doing it all in public, and if we get outnumbered without knowing, I can’t afford seeing you hurt. Oh lord..” 

Bucky looks at you sympathetically, adjusting you both so you’re hugging each other while laying down on the bed. You hugged him tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of Bucky to calm yourself down as he continued to comb your hair. “Oh, sweetheart. C’mon… we have not been compromised. We are gonna find that hard drive and install that software ASAP and we’ll be done. I promise we can do this. If we can raid a full hydra base we can do this one. Okay?” You nod and take deep breaths and nuzzle into his neck, pressing soft and grateful kissing along it. “You’re right.. You’re right.. Thanks Buck, I’m sorry,” you whisper softly into it, making Bucky hug you tighter. “I’ve got you and you’ve got me and we’ve got Steve and Steve’s got us… we’ve got it, sweetheart. Let’s just relax, yeah? Let’s try to.” He whispers, with you nodding in response, closing your eyes as you try to let sleep consume you.

You opened your eyes again for the 5th time that night. You looked at the clock, rolling your eyes as you saw that you only closed your eyes for a good 30 minutes. Just the thought of the next steps were enough to keep you awake. It was getting more risky by the minute. Unlike the other missions you have had, instead of an outright obvious Hydra base, or a known worldwide threat, you were completing a mission not only under Hydra’s nose, but also many civilian’ noses. The thought of someone innocent getting hurt was never something you handled well. The thought of someone getting hurt knowing someone loved them back at home was pressure already for you. You were up in your head again. So, you got up to use the restroom with the hopes you’ll sleep after a little stargazing at the window.. As you look at yourself in the mirror as you wash your hands, you start to realize: 

It’s only a matter of time till Brock finds out that he’s missing the keys.

You groaned softly. This was not going to leave your mind anytime soon. Shame on you, you’re an avenger. You’ve done things worse than this right off the bat from recruitment. They trusted you, you should be trusting yourself. But, what if you harm a civilian and do the opposite of what you’re supposed to do? You could easily mess things up and-

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Your boyfriend sleepily calls out, forcing you to get out of your thoughts. You leave the bathroom and carefully close the door to see your boyfriend now sitting up, his bare chest now exposed with the blanket nicely splayed across his lower body. The moonlight from the outside shining wonderfully on his metal arm and body. You couldn’t help but keep looking, even a small smile was beginning to form on your face. Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle at you, his cheeks even heated up by your stare. He would do more if it weren’t for the fact that he had felt you twisting and turning throughout the evening.

“Sweetheart.” he says softly with a hint of a smile, getting up to cover his naked form with a robe before going to you with your robe. You looked up at him, clearly still in a daze as he covers your form with your own robe, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sweetheart, come back to me,” he mutters softly into your forehead, gently rubbing your arms for comfort. The act alone brought you back to your senses, ending up with you relaxing to his touch. “Sorry, Buck…” you mutter, nuzzling your nose into his neck. He smiled, happy with how you are relaxing to his touch, embracing you with his arms. “Nothin’ to worry about sweetheart… you’re just a million miles away again.” 

He was worrying about you. And you knew it. He was waiting for you to spill whatever was on your mind. But you loved how he did it. Telling you that made you know that he knew, but also indicated that he would wait for you on your own time. With time, you began to be more comfortable with telling Bucky sooner than you had done before.  “Just… just worried about the mission, Buck… that’s all. What if… what if we hurt someone?”  

“You’re not sweetheart. We are gonna make sure there’s no civilian casualties okay? We can even have them get evacuated. Alright?” 

The lack of response from your end had made Bucky more worried and even a bit hopeless. He really wished he was able to help you more. There were just times where he just couldn’t get you out of your own thoughts. As frustrating as it is, he could understand you, for he was once in your position. 

“What can I do to help you?” He would hear you say to him in his head. It was always something that you would suggest when he was in his head. It always worked, heck it even allowed him to be more vulnerable and transparent about his feelings to you. 

“Alright, sweetheart. What can I do to help you? What do you want me to do?” Bucky whispers to you, cupping your cheeks so that you can look at him, desperately hoping that this helped you as much as it helped him. “W-well… I just got worried because I didn’t leave a substitute of keys when I took Brock’s keys. I am thinking our mission would have to be done much faster, in order to get that hard drive and send its information over to headquarters.” You admit softly, a weight starting to feel lifted after you say the words out loud. This made Bucky nod in understanding. “Mmm.. here, it’s been a few days, so why don’t we go to Steve and we can have a little talk about it, and we can exchange information? It’s due.” He suggests, combing your hair, having you nod with a hint of a smile. “Yes, I’d like that. I’ll go text him,” you whisper softly, kissing your lover’s palms before you go ahead and text Steve about your arrival. “Alright, I’ll get us dressed.” Bucky says, getting yours and his clothes. 

“So what we have so far is this: we have Brock’s keys, the hard drive is in the Apple Store, but it is not in the back where all the products are.” Steve asks for confirmation, looking at you and Bucky next to him on the table. Bucky nods, sighing in frustration. “Yeah unfortunately. Most of these don’t even seem to give it away. Brock’s locker? Maybe. But I don’t know if this will get us anywhere.” He says, running his hands through his hair. “But…” you ponder out loud, making the two super soldiers look at you. “But maybe… it can be hidden in the front of the store too.” 

“You mean in plain sight?” Steve questions, earning a nod from you. “It’s totally possible.”  “Okay, but there’s so much gadgets in that store. How can we figure out which is a false product? How can we be sure it is not suspicious?” Bucky asks, looking at you as your eyebrows furrow in deep thought. “Well… Hmmm.. you think if we went into the locker room in the toy store, we may get a lead in Brock’s locker? Tomorrow’s our day off.” You suggest as you manage to find the key to his locker. However, you had to take a second look, seeing an odd looking object hanging off of it: another flash drive. “No way!” You exclaim. Looking at it and immediately scrambling for your laptop. The super soldiers were confused, watching you opening your laptop and plugging the hard drive in, tapping away at the keyboard.  “Ummm. Doll? What are you doing?” Steve questions, standing up to stand behind your chair, watching a jumble of numbers, symbols, and letters pop up on the screen at a fast rate. Bucky followed suit, watching in you with his mouth agape in fascination. An excited smile starts to form on your lips. “Oh, I’m just trying to see if this may be a backup of this exact hard drive that we are looking for.” “Oh, that’s amazin’ doll!” Steve exclaims as he nods. “But sweetheart, the information on that thing can be outdated wouldn’t it?” You nod. “Yeah, but, if I can somehow locate a driver, maybe we can have information about the device this was last attached to, to help give us a rough area of where this COULD be. I suppose if it is in the front of the store, this device must somehow be accessible. Hell, maybe we can track a sample MacBook and it could be on the shelf behind it.” You giggle as you watched Steve raise his eyebrows, attempting to process it. “I… I trust you. So what I’m getting at is we can see information about the device the drive was inserted in, and we can look at a specific place.” 

“Exactly.” 

“God you’re smart, sweetheart.” 

Heat fills your cheeks, tinting them with a slight pink hue as you quickly look at Bucky before returning to your work. “Well, I’m working tomorrow, but off on Monday. I think that can help. I can pretend to show you and Buck around like you two are interested customers after you check Brock’s locker, and then we can check if the location is found, and then on Monday, we can extract that hard drive on Monday,” Steve asks, nodding when you and Bucky nod. “Alright, then that’s what we will do. You two, don’t forget to keep your eyes sharp. I know you two are off and so is Brock, but we cannot be too sure-”  “I FOUND IT!” You exclaim excitedly, making Steve revert his attention back to your screen. “What have we found?” “Well, it definitely looks like it's a MacBook that is being used. I have to check the serial numbers of the laptops tomorrow, but it’s definitely in the front.” You reply. “Okay, but is there anything else we can look out for?” Steve further questions. “Well, we could also keep in mind this USB can be in fake packaging. We can also assume that if that is the case, it will be the farthest back in the shelf of that said product, since everyone mainly picks from the front of the shelf,” Bucky responds, earning a nod from you both. You smiled more as you were getting more and more information you needed, writing down the device’s serial number as well as the manufacturing code for good measure, scrolling as you read what you could. You then opened the files that popped up, skimming through all of them till you got what you wanted. 

“Well, I can now see what this Barracuda Project was about. Safe to say that Fury was right, but gee, are they not original.” You groan, rolling your eyes. “What is it about?” Steve asks leaning closer to the screen. “Well, let’s just say that it’s practically like Project Insight. From what we have retrieved from this version of the USB, it seems as if they are trying to find another way to eradicate any threat to HYDRA. Again. If they thought helicarriers were the best way to go through with this before, I cannot imagine what it would be like to carry this out again today.” You remark, shaking your head as you continue to write notes. 

You see that Steve is shaking his head, resulting in you and Bucky to wait for the next tasks. “Alright. I’ll clock in early to get a head start. If you hand me the serial number, maybe I can peek as I wipe down counters and devices. You and Bucky can look into the locker in the meantime, but make sure that you leaving the keys in his locker is not suspicious.” He orders, making you nod in a more sure manner than earlier tonight. 

Your heart was pumping the next day, you and Bucky were disguised as you went into the locker room, leaving Brock’s keys in a reasonable place before you two quietly and swiftly made your way out. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you leave the toy store, walking towards the apple store as you hold Bucky’s gloved hand. “I wasn’t expecting any lead in that locker to be honest,” Bucky whispers to you. “Neither was I, honestly. The copy of the USB was already more than enough information. I also doubt Brock is that shallow of a thinker. Although, I’ll admit keys can be quite an obvious place.” You whisper, looking around to find Steve. “Hi, welcome! How may I help you?” A worker asks you both in a welcoming tone and a welcoming smile. “Oh! I was wondering if I can look at what MacBooks you offer!” You say, feigning enthusiasm. “Oh, alright, I’ll hand you two over to Andy over there,” the worker says, motioning to Steve. 

Perfect. 

You thank the employee before you head your way to Steve, more than ready for the search to commence. However, what you three did not know was that today was Brock’s day to come and patrol the Apple Store alongside his colleagues.

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We’ll make it work; Wanda x Vision x child reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well it’s been a LOOONG time since I posted something OUTSIDE of the Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen fandom. So I hope that my marvel readers enjoy this cute little fic that had been on my wattpad inbox since like last Sept. And I PROMISE to those anons who have sent me requests from Doctor Who and a couple more marvel stuff, I WILL GET TO YOUR REQUESTS ASAP. So I’ll stop here for now and let you all enjoy this cute little fic :)

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They said it couldn’t be done.  Hell everyone would say it was downright unnatural but yet it was finally happening. After the whole battle with Thanos and managing to bring everyone back, Wanda and Vision settled down together in a quiet suburban home in upstate New York.

They built their house from the ground up using their own two hands and decided that now with the white picket fence home, they could now start thinking about having a family together.  Now of course Vision being a machine he can’t physically reproduce but as luck would have it, there was an orphanage just 30 minutes from where they lived.

Wanda submitted an application to the orphanage introducing themselves and what their preference for adopting was.  They had agreed on wanting to adopt a little girl, preferably around 4-6 years old. With some interviews, home visits, and looking through the files, Wanda and Vision finally came to an agreement on their dream child, young (Y/n) (l/n).  

An orphan that was brought to the orphanage after her mom gave birth to her in prison.

Her parents were would-be-robbers who mostly robbed homes or cabins but then they got cocky hoping to rob a bank.  Unfortunately they were caught right before they got even a foot away from the bank.  It was there her mom found out she was pregnant and gave birth in prison before the foster system brought her to the orphanage.

After reading her backstory, Wanda and Vision knew immediately they wanted to have her.  So she called the orphanage and set up a meet and greet and in one week they would get to meet their future daughter.

When the day arrived, Wanda and Vision (in his human disguise) drove up to the orphanage where they met the Head organizer Ms. Eliza Soo.  She asked them some questions that weren’t on the application like what their current jobs were, and since they were publicly named heroes, that they had their powers under control for the sake of their future daughter.

The two heroes assured Ms. Soo that they had full control of their powers and do not intend on showing their powers before young (Y/n) unless she asks them to. After about 15 minutes of chatting away, Ms. Soo told them.

“Alright. Now unlike most meet and greets that other orphanages do, we personally would like to see how the potential parents interact with our children. Instead of trying to force the child to talk in a room with 2 strangers, we ask that the potential adopters meet the child in the Playroom. Are you two up for that?”

“Yes of course. I personally understand what it feels like. For most of my childhood it was only my brother and I for years before he…...” Wanda said.  At the mention of her brother, tears flickered in her eyes but Vision took her hand in both of his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“My wife lost her brother just shortly after we met. They were both orphaned when they were 10 years old back in her old home of Sokovia.”

“Oh I’m so sorry Ms. Maximoff, my condolences on your loss. I lost my brother around that age too. Gunshot by a rival gang member.” She took a deep breath in before exhaling out. “Now then, (Y/n) should already be heading towards the playroom if not already there by now. Allow me to escort you there so that you three may get acquainted with each other.” The three of them stood up and Ms. Soo guided them out of her office and down the hall.

They soon reached a room that was labeled at the top of the door PLAYROOM. Decorated all over the door were various art projects that the kids have done and at the bottom there were their names and ages.

“Now we’ll just observe you guys from the double-sided mirrors and see how you guys interact with her. If we see that there’s a connection, then we can proceed with the legal adoption.”

“Thank you Ms. Soo.” Vision said.  She nodded and walked off leaving the couple alone by the door.  The two of them looked at each other and Wanda asked her husband and partner.

“You ready?”

“If you are, then so am I.” Vision responded.  Wanda then reached for the doorknob and turned it on its side to open it up.

When they stepped into the room, it was completely filled with every kid of children’s toys imaginable from toy cars and trucks, dolls and action figures, even a small TV with a videogame console.  There was also drawings hung up along the wall just like there were on the door.

Soon their eyes came to young 4 year old (Y/n) (L/n).  She was at a small circular table with some paper and crayons surrounding her.  Happily humming to herself as she continued to draw on the paper.  When she saw Wanda and Vision, her head tilted to the side like an intrigued puppy.

“Are you my new mommy and daddy?”

“We—we hope to be.” Answered Wanda.  A wide smile soon spread across her face and she raced right up to them and immediately embraced Wanda.  Once she felt that little girl embrace her, a warm sensation fell over her and she already felt that maternal instinct take over.  Wanda knelt down and embraced young (Y/n) and she said. “So what is it you were drawing?”

“Come look. I’ve been working really hard on it!” like every excited child that wanted to show off their accomplishments, she dragged them both to the table and they all sat down around it and she began to show them all the drawings she’s done.

Some of them were drawings of herself out in a flower field, with her favorite animals, but one picture struck out to the two of them.

“What is this picture of (Y/n)?” Vision said as he held up a picture of (Y/n) standing between two adult figures.  But they had no hair or facial features drawn yet.

“That’s a picture of me with my new family. I…..I didn’t want to finish it till I knew it was for real. Are you guys really gonna be my new parents?” Wanda smiled and gently placed her hand on top of (Y/n)’s head and stroked down it.

“If Ms. Soo thinks we’re good with you, then yes. We will be.”

“I know one way that can help you, follow me!” she then stood up and raced over to the toy chest and opened it up.  Inside were dozens of costumes ranging from feather boas, to every kind of hat imaginable. Donated Halloween costumes, and even some props. “Since you guys are real life heroes, do you think we could play superheroes?”

Both Vision and Wanda were a little hesitant but after seeing the hopeful look in (Y/n)’s face, they agreed.  So they want up to her and they dug through the costume chest to see what all they could find.

With the wide imagination (Y/n)’s had, her and Wanda would be the heroes while Vision was to play the giant fire breathing dinosaur.  They stacked up some blocks for the town and places the toy cars to make it feel like an actual city.  

Watching them through the double-shift mirror, Ms. Soo along with some of the other workers watched the two former heroes interact with (Y/n).

“Seems (Y/n) has finally found the family she’s always wanted.” Said one of the female workers.

“I agree.” Said a male worker.  Ms. Soo who had been watching with interest, began to realize that maybe her employers were right.

After about 10min. of playtime and just getting to know her a bit more, that’s when Ms. Soo stepped into the room.  Her face was stoic as she looked at the three of them.

Wanda and Vision stood up and Vision asked.

“Ms. Soo, is there something wrong?”

“No. As a matter of fact, I’ve seen all that I’ve wanted to see. And……you guys have proven to me that you’re meant to be her future parents.”

“Really Ms. Soo?! Wanda and Vision are gonna be my new mommy and daddy?” (Y/n) asked excitedly.

“Indeed they are. We’ll have the legal forms printed out and have you both sign them. Then in a couple of weeks you can officially move in with them to your new home.” Ecstatic about the news, (Y/n) jumped up and down happily cheering at the fact she now had a new mom and dad, not only that but her new parents were Scarlet Witch and Vision.

“Thank you Ms. Soo. Thank you.” Wanda said happily.

“No need to thank me. You’re truly shown me that you both are the perfect couple to take her in.”

So for the next couple of weeks, Wanda and Vision signed any legal papers that the orphanage would send to them, get (Y/n)’s room ready for her and buy her some new toys, clothes and get her bed all made up.

Vision was currently outside building the playground that they wanted (Y/n) to play in the backyard.  It wasn’t anything grand just the basic swing set and jointed mini-clubhouse.  But as he was reading the instructions for how to hook the swings up that’s when he heard the gossiping voices of one of the neighbors next door, Karen and Felicia.

“Have you heard about the couple next door adopting a kid?” asked Felicia.

“Yes. That poor kid, having to be adopted by a bunch of freaks.” Karen mouthed out.

“I mean Wanda’s an okay girl, but I just worry about that boyfriend of hers.”

“Like he’s a freakin machine! You’ve seen all those robot shows. What if he goes all Terminator on that poor little girl?”

“I’d feel safer if her and Wanda bailed when that robot isn’t looking.”

“Amen to that sister. Oh! Did you see the recent Housewives of Orange County….” At this point Vision stopped working and went back inside.

He phased through the wall before levitating himself up towards the master bedroom and just stood there with an array of emotions buzzing about his head. Anger, fear, hurt, heartbroken, but most of all doubt.

Was he really able to take care of a child….scratch that a human being? He was an android after all.  What hope could he possibly have of taking care of a human child? He couldn’t taste properly so there’s no way he’d be able to cook for his new daughter.  There are some human emotions that he still has trouble deciphering, so how would he know what his daughter was feeling, especially once she reached her teenage years?

“Vis?” Wanda’s voice called out to him.  He looked up and saw Wanda kneeling in front of him.  Vision soon took notice that he was now on the floor, his knees curled up close to his chest, his back up against the wall. “Are you okay?”

“Wanda I—”

“Shhh, calm down. Breathe for me.” She placed her hand to the side of his head, her fingers gently brushing against his temple and he closed his eyes taking in a few deep breaths.  “You okay now?”

“Yes. Forgive me I—don’t know what came over me.”

“You were having an anxiety attack.”

“How—how is that possible?” Vision asked.  He was an android how could he have an anxiety attack?

“I don’t know.”

“Well we’ll—we’ll worry about how that’s possible later. Do you want to tell me what it was all about?” Vision looked down with regret and he whispered softly.

“I was a fool to think I could do this.”

“What? What are you saying?”

“Me. Being a—a father. To a human child.”

“What? Vision why—why would you say something like that?”

“I’m not fully human Wanda. I mean yes I can pull the disguise but—when it all comes down to it I’m a machine. After all I was originally supposed to be Ultron’s Vision.”

“But you’re not…….”

“There could be another threat. A threat that—puts you and our……I’m sorry Wanda. I shouldn’t have even spoken up about this.”

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Look at me Vision.” She cupped the side of his face. Her eyes filled with concern as her brow furrowed to match the concern in her eyes. “There is nothing wrong with speaking up about something like this. I’m scared too.”

“But you’re at least human. What if I—what if I hurt her?”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I feel you. Just you. And when we played with (Y/n) just two weeks ago, I could feel just how happy you were. You will not hurt her.”

“But what if…..”

“Stop.” She held out her hand as she spoke softly.  She then moved her hand and gently with her powers, showed Vision a memory of when they first met (Y/n).

Specifically the memory of when both him and (Y/n) were playing together.  It was when she (as the superhero) had slain the reptile creature and he allowed her to climb on top of him and do a victory pose with her fake sword and shield.  After awhile that’s when he suddenly came back alive and he began to playfully tickle her.

After seeing that memory, Vision turned to Wanda and she said with a warm smile.

“That’s how I know you won’t hurt her. After just knowing her for that short 10min. of playtime. You were just like how my father was with me. Kind, caring, and a heart full of love.”

“You do realize I don’t actually have a heart right?” she arched her brow at Vision annoyed. “Right, sorry.”

“You know what I mean. What I’m trying to tell you Vis is that it doesn’t matter whether your human or machine, (Y/n) loves you for who you are, who you’re going to be to her. You’re the only father she’ll never know. And as long as you care and love her, it doesn’t matter what you look like.” Vision nodded and said to his love, tears flickering in his eyes.

“Thank you Wanda. Thank you.”

“I love you Vis. So does (Y/n). I won’t deny that we’ll probably make a million mistakes but so long as we both love her together, I know we’re doing something right.” The two of them shared a soft but loving kiss before embracing each other.

In a few days (Y/n) was soon moved into her new home and just like Wanda told him, they both loved and gave her the care she was denied from her birth parents.

Of course there were the skeptical neighbors but Vision hardly paid them any mind now, because as long as he was loved by his new daughter, that’s all that mattered to him.  

Also I won’t confirm or deny that when Wanda finally found out just who was responsible for putting doubt into Vision’s head in the first place, she may or might not have given Karen visions of her worst memories and fears, while making Felicia think she had a poltergeist in her house.

[urlocalbunny]

how would each of the boys react if they saw a sphynx cat for the first time?

Hello, my sweet and cursed bal.

Aaron:

So it's the 90's. Aaron is walking around the stores under the moonlight, his navy blue stripped sweaters are tucked in his light wash jeans and his hair is messy as always. His sneakers squeak against the sidewalk, until the noise stops.

After he sees a bald ball in a pet shop, he stares at it with a blank face, then shudders. This is a cute, but weird animal.

He's probably going to ask someone nearby and when they say it's a cat, he will make out the paws and tail curled up in a corner.

He taps the glass twice. The little ball perks up, watching him curiously. It probably knows he isn't like the other people. He giggles. What a cute kitty.

Aaron doesn't bother adopting it because he knows that he's just settling in the village and he can't leave a pet all alone. But he leaves with a little smile. It reminds him of a friend he had helped a few years back. Vladimir.

Raphael:

It's also the 90's. Raphael is sitting on a bench, enjoying the wind. A cute kitty meows. How does he know it's cute? Simple: all kitties are cute. Even the angry kitties.

He feels for the source of the noise, then he hears a jump. He smiles: the kitty came to greet him. He stays still, giggling when he feels the cold nose smell his hand.

Then, something he didn't expect happens: when the cat headbutts his hand, he's completely bald! He gasps, feeling carefully as to not scare the cat. He feels the tag, and a knitted sweater around a completely bald cat.

The discovery makes him feel like running away with the cat to find out more, but he can't kidnap a cat. It's a cat, right? He decides to not dwell too much on it and just enjoy the time he's got with the cat

Soon enough, a small girl comes around and sighs in relief, grabbing the cat that purrs delightfully, meowing away as if telling her how they met. The little girl thanks him for taking care of his cat. "He's the new bald race, so he shouldn't be outside at this time. Bye, Mister!" He waved, scoffing. "So there's even such a thing, huh?"

Beliath:

Beliath was with Ethan, trying to find some cat food for a neighbor on his building. It was in the early 2000's. He wore a flashy outfit, colorful and comfy. As he strode in, something caught his eye through the shades.

A bald cat! He scrunched his nose. Eeeew! He inches closer, looking at it while he uses the glasses as a headband. The cat hissed at him.

"Ethan. Come look." Ethan inches closer, then he smacks Beliath in his head. "Dumbass. That's a sphynx cat." Beliath gags. The cat takes this opportunity where he's leaning in disgust to snatch his shades. Beliath shrieks.

"Satanic cat!" He picks them back before the clerk finds out, rushing to buy the food. The wrinkles haunt his head. Ethan laughs and whispers "satanic cat" in the back.

When he leaves, he makes sure to stick his tongue at the cat secretly and leave as the thing watches him with a murderous look (in fact the cat was just vibing he's a drama queen)

Vladimir:

Vladimir is an unfortunate person. He's with his cape (that would be Ivan's one day) , walking around to grab supplies to help Aaron with the house.

When he's making his way back home, under the dim street lights and cloudy sky, he hears a noise. He turns around, scared for his aristocrat life.

When he sees it. On top of a wall, a slender figure looms over him. He gasps. "Is that chicken?!" No. It isn't a chicken. It is a bald cat.

He turns around, running a little to the other side of the street. The cat watches him inside a sweater and a shiny collar. It comes down the wall and meows. An ugly, raspy meow as it approaches. Vladimir runs home holding the bags in one hand and his hood with the other as the tiny steps of the cat follow him.

When he drives home, he pushes the door closed, panting. Aaron skips to the stairs, eyes wide. "I was followed by a bald, wrinkly sweater-wearing ugly evil cat!" Aaron looks at him for a long time, then he lets out a booming laughter. Vladimir pouts. "Easy now, little one." The taller one grabs the bags, patting his head and leaving, laughing at him.

Ethan:

Who do we want to lie to? Ethan probably knew about the cats before rich people began to buy them from some random science magazine that showed the experiments made in Canada.

As soon as he saw some in the pet shop, he went to see them and played with them a little, but he didn't buy a cat for obvious reasons.

He ran his hands along the wrinkles, smiling excitedly at how energetic they seemed. The clerk didn't even bother kicking him out nearing close hours tbh

He would always play with some cat that found their way out of some rich kid's house to jog a little.

He also likes bald dogs.

Ivan:

He could've had some relative that had one because my boy was rich, rich.

He probably saw one as a kid unlike the others, and he loved it at first sight. The wrinkles, cute eyes and little paws made him coo.

His parents bought him one ASAP. Anything to make Ivan happy bc he's such a good kid, amirite? Ivan was excited, carrying the little kitty everywhere to keep it safe.

Had an sphynx for a looking while, taking care of them is really difficult but he did it perfectly, bathing, moisturizing skin, feeding and playing, while keeping it warm.

Boy knows everything he has to know about cats, but the different species make his lil' heart go òwó and that's because of the sphynx he had when he was a smol bean.

[jippy-kandi]

Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 21: The Tide-Turning Update (Review)

Thoughts on the twenty-first episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

Meh. This episode was a huge let-down from last week’s episode. Nothing much happened, really . . .

It opens up with Yamato standing in front of Takeru, with his arm out to protect him from SkullKnightmon. It instantly reminded me of Yamato doing the same for Sora in tri., lol. Just me? OK. :P

Takeru and Yamato’s exchange as they ride on Garurumon with Taichi: Takeru: “Um, Onii-chan?” Yamato: “Not now, Takeru. We’ll talk later.” Takeru: “OK! *smiles*” OK, you got me reboot, you set up later conflict between them well. Yamato is already dismissive of Takeru and . . . why? Just let him talk, you just reunited! You ain’t got anything else to do as you ride Garurumon. :P

Takeru: “The Holy Digimon escaped this place to save us, and gave everything for us.” That’s nice . . . but should an eight-year-old who just joined the team/adventure have this insight? I think no. It seemed odd to me that he said it. I guess he must’ve had some connection to Angemon . . . but it would’ve been nice for the reboot to show us more of it. Takeru is a very “new” character at the moment, and this episode doesn’t flesh him out much at all.

Splashmon (Darkness Mode 2) is a thing? He looks like a huge melted Gabumon crossed with a polar bear . . . with a tennis ball tail, lol. I can’t believe no one in-universe commented on his resemblance to Gabumon. I hope the English dub does, haha. Gabumon: “It’s me after an entire day eating out in the Sun.”

I really don’t know why Takeru saw a giant hole in the ground and decided to go down it. Yes, it had that miasma mist coming out of it, but . . . he’s an eight-year-old child in a brand new world. Is a kid usually this curious and brave? I don’t think so - and I don’t buy it.

It was nice to see Mimi’s mansion and her parents and grandfather. Poor Toshiko Takenouchi had to be blurred last episode (and Yamato’s parents’ heads weren’t in frame a few episodes back!), but Mimi’s parents are fine, lol.

It was also nice to see Jou’s second oldest brother, Shin. It’s still really weird that a kid going missing for three days is not met with more fanfare . . . but it’s nice that Shin is supportive of Jou to (what he thinks) disregard his studying and give him a “runaway pack”. Seeing the kids’ family dynamics is always nice.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Koushirou ends up discovering what their Crests mean and informs the rest of the children/the viewers. I mean, he does everything else! :P

That shot of Palmon with her vines wrapped around Piyomon and Tentomon makes me laugh, haha. But she needs assistance to “fly” in the Network, but Gomamon doesn’t? Weird. Or maybe she’s just lazy like Mimi. XD;

Calamaramon makes me laugh, too. XD; Her name and just her entire design, lol. Imagine her Tinder profile being her female “half” - and then she shows up to the date in squid-form, hahaha.

There is just no way that Takeru wouldn’t have slipped all the way to his death as soon as he started going down that hole. I would have and I’m old AF. :P

Splashmon chomping down on MetalGreymon’s arm was really painful-looking. Nice way to scare the kids, I guess.

Taichi trying to lift Splashmon’s jaw off MetalGreymon is just . . . all sorts of ridiculous. Really? REALLY? They’re going for “Look at how brave and heroic Taichi is!!!” but I’m just like . . . SMH. Splashmon can literally open his mouth AND EAT YOU CHILD. I need more realism in this show ASAP.

So Taichi has a “moment” (that came with no build-up whatsoever, and felt like a ridiculous insert and 100% unearned) and MetalGreymon powers up to . . . MetalGreymon: Alteros Mode. I suspect a number of people who are particularly interested in the actual Digimon aspect of the show just got extreme nerd-boners here - but for me? Nah. I mean, that’s a cool new “arm” and all, I guess, but it doesn’t do much for me and I would have rather they went with SkullGreymon and followed that path. I think it’d be more interesting. :P But hey, we gotta sell new toys!!!

Also, compare Sora getting that frozen-virus on her and Taichi getting the miasma on him . . . I guess Sora just didn’t believe in herself/saving the Digital World enough, unlike Taichi, who just powered through it. Tsk tsk, Sora, go back home please. Oh wait, you did. Stay! Let the boys handle this. :P /s

In the meantime, Takeru has freed a giant tortoise of a fortress, ElDoradimon, and . . . OK? Sure. I WOULD LIKE MORE THAN THIS, REBOOT. But Takeru did fall off ElDoradimon, and Yamato catches him because he has insane reflexes, just like Taichi. They are all superhuman. :P

But Yamato actually praises Takeru for wandering away down a hole to free a giant tortoise - so I’m getting mixed messages here. Is Yamato dismissive/overprotective of Takeru or not? I feel like the reboot should have had Yamato scold Takeru a little here, instead of praise him, if that’s the route they wanted to go down (which I think it is!). Just odd.

I hope the Devimon battle is epic. It needs to be. But I do like how they’ve built him up so far - so here’s to hoping!

Maybe this episode just seemed like a step backwards because last week’s episode was actually quite good? I don’t know. But I remember the quality of episode 8 being so much better, and it gave me high hopes for this series - it showed me that there was at least one competent writer for 2020.

But it’s really looking like their absolute main priority is action over actual characterisation - and that’s unfortunate. It’s the characters that people fall in love with, not just “exciting” action (of which it’s not even that good, lol). So I hope Toei actually listens to criticism and can rework the remaining episodes to focus more on character development - hopefully they aren’t that far ahead in production (and because of COVID, I don’t think they are).

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Tendou, Iwaizumi, and Ushijima comforting a mute reader

Another comfort ask ft. a mute reader

tw: mentions of a toxic family / bullying

Hi @cosmicmermaid25​ I am so sorry that this took a few days. I don’t have personal experiences with being mute so I really hope that I wrote this right. if not, please don’t hesitate to let me know and i’ll fix it ASAP!

I hope that you don’t mind that I wrote these in the form of hcs.

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Word count: 1.1k

TENDOU

⭐ So, as we all know, Tendou is a bit...unusual

⭐ It’s not uncommon for him to notice people and get a good reading on them quickly

⭐ Within the first five minutes of seeing you in his class, he had most of your body language clues down

⭐ And when he found out that you were mute?

⭐ The man went out of his way to become your friend

⭐ He didn’t really pity you, but he definitely empathized with you about being outsiders in society

⭐ That being said, he’ll treat you as normally as you’d like - of course with special considerations on how you communicate with one another

⭐ But generally, he learned by your reactions how you felt on certain occasions and so he would easily be able to communicate for you if you wanted him to

⭐ Unfortunately, society is horrible

⭐ In this case, it was a substitute teacher who kept calling on you and picking on you for not verbally responding

⭐ It got to the point where Tendou stood up in the middle of the class, berated the teacher, took your hand, grabbed your stuff, and dragged you out of the classroom to his dorm

⭐ You were squeezing his hand, another form of secret communication between the two of you

⭐ Two squeezes. Thank you. 

⭐ “You don’t have to thank me, darling. That sub shouldn’t be allowed to teach.”

⭐ Four squeezes. I appreciate you

⭐ “Oh baby, I appreciate you so much”

⭐ As soon as you entered his dorm, he turned around and scooped you into his arms

⭐ “You mean the absolute world to me, princess,” he muttered, burying his face into the crook of your neck

⭐ Tendou leaned back, peppering kisses all over your face

⭐ “You deserve only the best things, and I promise, I’ll never let anyone belittle you again”

⭐ The corner of your lip twitched as you met his eyes. ‘Promise?’ Your teasing smile said

⭐ “I promise baby”

⭐ He squeezed you flush against his chest. “Let’s watch something, yeah? We’re already ditching class anyways”

IWAIZUMI

⭐ You and Iwaizumi have been dating for a few years now, having met after being paired for a group project

⭐ Iwaizumi had been ridiculously patient when it came to working with you, showing the softer side that most people weren’t allowed to see

⭐ It didn’t take him long to fall for you and vice versa

⭐ One night, you just showed up at Iwaizumi’s door, knocking on it softly

⭐ The man had just finished dinner, brows furrowed as he opened the door

⭐ “(Name)?” he asked, eyes widening as you collapse into his arms. “What happened?”

⭐ You shook your head, squeezing his waist to let him know that you just wanted to be held

⭐ “I got you baby, don’t worry”

⭐ Iwaizumi takes you to the couch, plopping down and placing you delicately onto his lap

⭐ You lean onto his shoulder, signing to him what had happened

⭐ Your parents had forced you to go visit their friends, and their friends had tried really hard to communicate with you

⭐ And when I say tried, I mean they didn’t

⭐ They would see you sign, and make up random interpretations of what you were signing to them

⭐ You had even repetitively shook your head and signed slower so that they could make sense of it, but they just laughed in your face causing you to feel ashamed

⭐ Your parents hadn’t really been better in this scenario

⭐ When you tried to tell them, they just told you to be quiet and if people were having trouble understanding you, you should figure out some other way to communicate

⭐ So, you decided to storm out of the restaurant and walk the ten blocks or so to Iwaizumi’s house

⭐ “Baby, I would’ve picked you up if you told me,” Iwaizumi mumbled, rubbing your back as he carefully listened to your tale

⭐ His eyes were soft as he pressed a kiss to your forehead

⭐ “If your parents are gonna be assholes about it, you’re more than welcome to stay here, ok?” he grabs your hands, squeezing

⭐ “You don’t deserve to be treated like this. You deserve to be around people who understand you and make an effort to understand you”

⭐ You nod sadly. Initially, your parents had actively tried but they were always different around their friends or the rest of your family members

⭐ “C’mon, let’s get you changed for bed, yeah?” Iwaizumi asked, lifting you up bridal style to carry you to the bathroom

⭐ “We’ll figure everything out in the morning”

⭐ Nuzzling into his shoulder once more, you just breathe in his comforting scent

USHIJIMA

⭐ Ok, Ushijima? He’s not the most vocal person either

⭐ He grew up separated from other kids so he isn’t that well-socialised

⭐ That being said, Toshi comes off as more blunt and cynical when it comes to verbal communication

⭐ He also struggles with reading body language because of this gap

⭐ So when it comes to having a mute partner, it becomes a whole other level of complications

⭐ He’s patient though - he really tries to take the time to learn sign language - if that’s your preference

⭐ Ushijima even asks Tendou for tips on how to read your body language better in order to truly understand you

⭐ The last thing he wants is to misunderstand his partner

⭐ The man even sprung for a tablet so that you could easily write out your thoughts/messages without worrying about running out of paper and pencils

⭐ (He was even thoughtful enough to include a portable charger)

⭐ But when it comes down to your peers, you aren’t as lucky

⭐ In this case, you were put into a group project and it ended up with everyone ignoring you because they didn’t want to take the time to listen to your input

⭐ Never mind that you’re one of the smartest students in the class

⭐ SO, after sitting there quietly for over an hour and being ignored, you sent an email to your teacher detailing what had happened with a request to transfer to a new group or do the project solo and then dipped to Ushijima’s room

⭐ The man had just finished his post-practice shower and was sitting at his desk working on his own homework when you knocked

⭐ “Something’s wrong.” He said as soon as he opened the door

⭐ You nod, immediately burying your face into his chest

⭐ He wraps his arms around you, carrying you into his dorm, laying down and placing you on top of his chest

⭐ Ushijima soothingly rubs your back as your body shakes

⭐ He laid there quietly, letting your tears run its course - only squeezing you harder when your body started shaking a little bit harder here and there 

AN: Again, I hope that I did an okay job with this. Please let me know if I inaccurately portrayed anything 

[obx-adventures]

The Fall

Summary: Grace just moved from Figure Eight to the Cut. She never expected to run into her old friend, Kiara, and discover she lives next door to JJ Maybank.

A/N: If you want to be added to the taglist for future chapters, let me know. I also add people to the list who reblog any of the chapters.

Catch up here: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

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Chapter 5

“You just planning on ignoring me?” Kiara gave Grace a few minutes to collect her thoughts after she got in the van but can’t wait any longer. “Grace, come on, talk to me.”

“Nothing, Kiara. It’s nothing.” Grace’s voice is barely a whisper.

“Look, something obviously happened with your dad yesterday. I get that you don’t want to talk about that. But it doesn’t explain JJ being at your house this morning wearing the same clothes as yesterday or the weird vibe between you two. At least tell me what’s going on between you and him.”

“Kiara, if you want me to be able to get through my shift today, please let this go.” Grace’s grip on her emotions is slowly slipping. She’s not used to having people notice when she’s having a difficult time and it’s making it a lot harder to keep her composure.

“Ok, you don’t have to talk about it. But can I say one thing really quick?” Grace nodded but stayed quiet. “I’ve never seen JJ act like he does when he’s around you. He is horrible at talking about and showing his feelings and being vulnerable, but it doesn’t mean that the feelings aren’t there. My advice for you is to consider his actions as a whole, not just whatever happened between the two you since last night.”

True to her word, Kiara doesn’t say anything else during the trip to The Wreck. Grace silently mulls over everything that has happened between her and JJ. Was Kiara right? Grace didn’t really know JJ before becoming a Pogue so she can’t compare his behavior with her to his behavior with other girls. But if he felt the same about her, why would he reject her last night? She didn’t let him explain this morning, just assuming that he would try to let her down gently.

As they pull into the parking spot at The Wreck, Grace decides to give JJ the benefit of the doubt. Before Kiara can get out of the car, Grace grabs her arm gently to get her attention.

“Thank you, Kiara.”

Kiara is intuitive enough to know that Grace doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, so she offers Grace a smile and hugs her quickly. When she lets Grace go, she notices tears glistening in her friend’s eyes and gives her one final squeeze on the shoulders before getting out of the car.

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“JB? You here?” JJ calls out as he walks into the Chateau.

“Hey, man. Where did you go last night?” John B has been worried about his best friend since he left the Boneyard last night. Normally, that means JJ went home but John B can’t find any new bruises. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean they aren’t there

“Just wanted to make sure Grace got home ok.” John B furrows his brow in confusion. He knew that something was off with the newest member of the Pogues, but JJ has never left a party to check on a girl.

“What was going on with her yesterday? Is she alright?”

“She’s got some family stuff going on. Rafe was a fucking asshole to her and she had enough.”

“Is she ok now?” John B studies JJ from across the room, trying to understand the weird vibe he’s giving off.

“Uh… not really. She’s working now and I’ll see how she is when I pick her up later.”

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Are you two a thing now?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” JJ pushes down his irritation, knowing John B is just fishing for information. He’s made comments about JJ and Grace for the past week or so. JJ has tried to hide his feelings for her better but apparently that hasn’t worked very well.

“Bullshit. I see how you are with each other.” JJ shrugs at John B and refuses to make eye contact. “Are you macking on her?”

“No. You know the rule.” John B rolls his eyes at his friend.

“Fuck the rule. And Grace wasn’t part of that rule. She just became a Pogue a few weeks ago. Don’t use that as an excuse.”

“Shut up, JB. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever you say, man. But you two are clearly into each other. Just man up.”

JJ storms into his room at the Chateau and slams the door. He knows John B is right, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Why would Grace like him? She’s smart and strong and kind while he’s a fuck up who is only good at surfing. His own parents don’t even think he’s worth a damn so there’s no chance she would. He closes his eyes and remembers the way she looked at him last night. When he was holding her before Kie texted, she looked at him the way no one else did. And then when she came back from the bathroom, he thought that maybe she wanted to kiss him too. But she was drunk and sad. People do a lot of things that they think will make them feel better. There’s no way she would want to kiss him sober. Just because she was upset earlier, doesn’t mean she wants him. She was just embarrassed. Right?

He wakes up an hour later to his phone beeping, but he silences it and rolls over. Thirty minutes later, John B and Pope barge into his room.

“JJ, you have to text Kie back.” Pope is frazzled and out of breath.

“Did you run here?” JJ asks, confusion lacing his voice.

“Kie told me to find you ASAP. Grace needs you.”

“What’s wrong?” JJ bolts out of bed and throws on clean clothes.

“Her mom came to The Wreck and was really drunk. She was crying and begging Grace to forgive her. Kie couldn’t figure out what they were talking about, but she thought you would know.”

“Is her mom still there?”

“Yea, Grace went back to the office and locked herself in. I guess her mom is banging on the door and sobbing.”

“Fuck… JB, can I borrow the van?” In response, John B throws JJ the keys. “Thanks, man. And… sorry about earlier.”

“It’s fine, just go.” JJ pats John B on the shoulder and runs out of the house.

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 “Grace? Where are you sweetheart?” Grace is hiding under the desk with her hands over her ears when she hears JJ’s voice.

“JJ?” Grace calls out.

“Yea, Kie gave me the key so I can check on you.” A wave of comfort rolls over Grace. Despite their fraught exchanges this morning, Grace is relieved that JJ is here. 
“Is my mom with you?” JJ follows her voice and realizes where it’s coming from.

“No, Kie’s dad got her to calm down and move away. What are you doing under the desk?” JJ sits down next to Grace and gently wipes her tears from her face.

“Just trying to block her out… Kiara called you?”

“Yes and no… she texted me, but I was ignoring my phone. She sent Pope to find me.”

“What did she tell you?” Grace won’t look at his handsome face, too afraid that she’ll see pity in those beautiful eyes.

“That your mom was here, drunk and upset, trying to talk to you.” JJ sees the familiar flush of her cheeks and scolds himself for not being tactful. “Hey, hey, no need to be embarrassed. You should hear some of the stories about my dad… Are you ok?”

Grace shakes her head no and JJ scoots closer to her and wraps her in his arms. He kisses her head as she cries against his chest. After a few minutes, Grace pulls back and wipes her face.

“I’m sorry, JJ…”

“For what?”

“This is the third time you’ve had to deal with my breakdowns since last night. I’m sure you would rather be doing anything else right now.”

“No way. I’m right where I want to be. You’re important to me and I’m here for whatever you need.”

Graces studies JJ’s face, hoping to find sincerity. She does but also sees something else that she can’t name. It’s the same thing she saw last night before Kiara texted him. But what does it mean? As if reading her mind, JJ reaches out and squeezes Grace’s hand.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” JJ helps Grace out from under the desk.

“I’m only half way through my shift.”

“Mr Carrera said you could take the rest of the day. Come on… I have the van and I want to take you somewhere.” Grace nods at JJ and tries to clean herself up a little in the office mirror. “You look beautiful already.”

Grace offers JJ a shy smile and grabs her purse from the locker. When they leave, they use the service door, so Grace doesn’t need to see anyone else on her way out. After she gets into the van, she texts Kiara to thank her for her help and tells her she’ll call her later.

“So… where are we going?”

“This place that Big John used to take me and John B to when we were younger. I still go there sometimes to be alone and get my head on straight again. I think you’ll like it.”

JJ drives them to a part of the island that Grace has never been. She tries to observe the new terrain instead of letting her nerves get the best of her. JJ seems just as nervous, tapping rapidly on the steering wheel as he drives.

“Here we are… Redfield Lighthouse. You ever been here?”

“Uh… no. I didn’t even know this was here. We can go inside?”

“Well… not technically… but I always just sneak up there.” Grace looks anxious but that soon disappears when JJ grabs her hand again. “Come on, it’ll be fine.”

They climb the stairs and get to the gallery without running into anyone. JJ drags Grace over to the edge and sits with his legs dangling over the side. Grace is skeptical but JJ pats the area next to him for her to sit down. They sit in silence for a few minutes. Grace is about to speak but she can see that JJ is trying to find the words, so she gives him more time.

“Grace… I wanted to kiss you last night.” Grace flushes pink and JJ chuckles as he brushes over her cheeks with his fingers. “I’ve wanted to kiss you every day since the first time you went out on the Pogue with us.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“You were drunk and the whole thing with your parents is a lot. I didn’t want to risk doing this… us the wrong way.”

“Us?” Grace finally feels a flicker of hope. Maybe JJ does want to be with her.

“Well, I mean, I hope so. I remember the spark I felt when I touched your hand that night before you got out of the van. Then I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. I’d catch myself watching you all the time when you were talking to one of the others. You would smile and I could feel my whole body relax. Sometimes I thought I could feel you watching me too. And then the other night… nobody has taken care of me the way you did. I finally felt peace when I fell asleep with you that night.”

“I felt that too. You’ve been my safe harbor during all of this. You’re the only person who has ever really known me…” Grace’s words fill JJ with confidence and hope.

“Can I… can I kiss you?”

Grace bits her bottom lip and nods shyly. JJ moves closer and brings his calloused hands up to cup her cheeks. He leans towards her and brushes his nose against hers. He pauses and stares into her eyes, searching for any reservations. She smiles slightly and moves the rest of the way to meet his lips. The kiss starts off soft and gentle. Grace brings her hands up, resting one in the crook of his neck while the other runs through his hair. He leans further into the kiss and probes along her mouth with his tongue. She obliges, opening her mouth to allow him entry. They get lost in the bliss of a perfect first kiss until they both need air. They rest their foreheads against each other, keeping eye contact as they catch their breath.

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Prologue: Onset of Injury (Sy)

Characters: Captain Syverson, various OMCs

Summary: Sy’s POV, the night and the mission that ended his military career and set him unknowingly on a path to true love.

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Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings:  Language, violence, attempted military talk, feels…

Author’s Note: Okay friends, most of what I know about military ops I learned from watching movies…so, this may not all be accurate. But I think most of the terms and jargon are in line, even if this mission wouldn’t necessarily go down like this.

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Captain Logan “Sy” Syverson had done a hundred briefings like this one. They were going into a compound with some low level goons, mid-level players, and one big boss. Two teams. Two entrances. One exit. The roof. Air extraction. Minimal undesirable casualties. Five or six mid to high level prisoners.

“Alright ladies, here’s the plan. The compound is central city. Alpha team, we’ll get dropped off by transpo two blocks south of the front entrance, Bravo team, same for you, two blocks north of the back entrance. Bravo, you head east and down once inside, Alpha will go west and up. Standard flanking formation. Stay frosty in there. These guys aren’t cub scouts. They will shoot on sight. Do your best not to be seen. Once the lower levels are cleared, we work our way to the top where we should find the big Kahuna. Do your best not to kill anyone in a suit. Tac gear only, unless it’s your life or theirs. These guys have intel the brass wants. Supposedly.”

Heads were nodding. Lopez raised his hand. The other guys laughed, but Sy appreciated the respect.

“Ricky?” He pointed at him to accept the question.

“Sir, what about evac?” He stood tall and sharp. He was new to the team, but Sy liked him already.

“That’s a great question, and thank you for raising your hand. Take notes on teacher’s pet here, class.” Everyone including Lopez laughed.

“There’s a stairwell to the roof in the master bedroom. That’s the LZ for our helo. They should be less than five mikes out, so we shouldn’t have time to order pizzas or anything after we clear the compound. So once the call is made, you won’t have long to get up the stairs. The helo can’t stay grounded for too long without drawing attention. We will need to keep an eye out for unfriendlies off compound being warned about our presence, and for survivors. Listen, I can’t stress this enough. I know it’s not easy to kill. And I don’t encourage it if it’s not necessary.  But these are bad people and they would kill you, the man next to ya, your sister, your parents, or your dog if they could.”

Aika, Sy’s German Shepherd whimpered in the corner but was ignored.

“Kill them for your brothers. For your neighbors. For the children you don’t even have yet. Because what do we do?”

“We embrace the darkness and the suffering.” His teammates that had been there for a while repeated the first part of the sin-eater credo.

“And why do we do it?”

“So that our fellow man is free to live in peace.” they finished the mantra as they had so many times before.

“Fuckin’ A. We roll in one hour.”

~~~~~~~~~

The drop and the entry had gone off without a hitch. Sy's Alpha team were like shadows, the very finger of death for the unjust and evil in the compound. Everyone they encountered was quietly subdued, whether by strategically placed blades, silenced firearms, or in some cases, the literal snapping of necks. Bravo team was just as successful. But Alpha team wasn't finding many prisoners.

The real problem came, though, when they reached the top floor where the big kahuna was supposed to be. Everything had gone dark, even though it had been lit up like Christmas, the Fourth of July, and the Super Bowl all in one when they were making their approach to the compound. Someone had squawked. Raised a silent alarm. Something.

"This…this doesn't smell right, captain." Harztler voiced what was running silently through Sy's mind. "This level was like Times Square when we got here. Now nothing? It stinks."

"I can smell it, Jake. I don't like it." he activated his comms. "Bravo team, we are sitting ducks up here, what is your twenty? Over."

"Sir, we are wrapping up down here, and getting the targets ready for evac. We should be on route in less than ten mikes. Over."

"Push it to five if ya can, private. We don't like the look of this bedroom. Over."

"Is this the moment to be questioning someone's taste in interior design, captain? Over."

"Shitcan that disrespect, private, or you'll be digging latrines alone next time we have survival drills. Over."

"Understood, sir. Will try to push to five mikes. Over."

"That'd be best. Over and out." He signed off with Lopez, amused at the inferior officer’s joke, even though he couldn’t show it openly.

Hartzler has just started to suggest possible reasons for their unease when the sound of rapid automatic firepower rang out from one of the floors below them.

“Fuck.” Both men said in unison followed immediately by frantic shouts from Sy’s radio.

“*crackle crackle* we are taking heavy fire! Kominski is down! Lopez is hit! Alpha team! Captain, do you copy? Over!"

"I'm on my way, Fuller. Hang tight. Over and out." Sy said and looked at the men on his team, "Hartzler, you and Goldberg signal the Helo for evac ASAP and get to the roof. Schmidt, Freeman, you two come with me to back up Bravo team. We meet at the LZ in five. That's not a big window, gentlemen, we'll radio if we hit any snags. Clear?"

"Clear." a round of nods and affirmations came from the rest of the team. Sy turned for the exit to the room, checking his clip, and putting one in the chamber. Stakes were higher than ever.

The last three steps to the ground floor were half blocked by a slumped corpse. Kominski. Sy fought the emotion building in him as he remembered David showing him photos of his two young daughters, Charlotte, who was seven, and Renee who had just turned five. And his gorgeous wife Sasha. His high school sweetheart. He was distracted enough  by thought of the soon to be grieving girls, that he missed the pool of blood, Kominski's blood, on the black tile steps. His knee twisted unnaturally. And he could almost feel the protest of his muscles and tendons.

"Fuck! Mind your footing on these last few, boys." he winced, limping on toward the firefight. He signaled the men behind him to stay against the wall and follow him quietly until he gave the signal to attack. There were three men in tactical gear firing from behind a bar in the corner, pinning what was left of Bravo team in their position behind an overturned dining table. It was just Fuller and Lopez now. Sy took the opportunity during a slow point in the enemy's fire to enter, managing to shoot all three immediately, single handedly ending things.

"Alpha team, secure the area. Fuller, Lopez, what is your status?" Sy asked the men.

"Lopez is hit pretty bad in the leg. We've got a tourniquet in place. I am…uninjured. But our prisoners have been…neutralized by friendly fire." Well, fuck. That was the mission blown.

"Ammo?" Sy asked, frustrated.

"Depleted, sir." they hadn't planned for this.

"Fuller, you and Schmidt get Kominski up the stairs, pronto. We ain't leavin' him in this hell hole. Freeman, you watch their backs. Keep 'em covered in case there are any more of these assholes lurkin' around the place. Lopez, I'm gonna help you up them stairs. Can you get up?"

"I'll try, sir."

"Okay, roll out." Sy went to help Lopez to his feet. The boy wasn't hardly 160 pounds soakin' wet.

It was slow going, with Kominski and Lopez in tow, but they made it back to the bedroom just as the sound of the helicopter began to grow, and the roof began to quiver from the wind kicked up by the blades.

Sy made Schmidt and Fuller go first, as they had the biggest burden. Then Freeman, in case they needed another hand getting Kominski's body into the hold. His knee burned after the four flights he'd already done supporting Lopez, but the private had lost so much blood. He thought he'd have to carry him up this last flight to the roof. The boy was pale as a…sheet. He didn't let himself think of an apparition.

When he felt safe enough, and ready, he told Lopez the plan and hoisted him over his shoulder on his uninjured side. His knee protested angrily, but he proceeded, ignoring the pain, forcing it down with those emotions about the Kominski family.

Relief washed over him as he made the last step and his boot crunched against the loose pea gravel of the roof top. They were almost out of the woods.

Until a massive explosion in the HVAC unit knocked him off balance and took him down to his knees, Lopez's added weight a contributing force in what he was certain was now a broken leg bone given a very clear and distinct pop he'd heard even over the noise of the fire and wind. He had heard it from the inside. He thought  it would be the tibia, but his knowledge of anatomy wasn't anything to write home about. He dropped the boy with an agonized howl. The heat from the blast bit at his back as he tried to find the strength to stand. But he couldn't. His team was charging toward him and the private. And for once, he was overjoyed to receive help. Fuller and Freeman got Lopez under each arm and dragged him the few yards to the open hold. Schmidt helped Sy up as best he could, but the Captain was in excruciating pain.

"Captain, we gotta go. These assholes are gonna blow up their own property to get us. Come on. It's not far. You can make it." Schmidt let his CO lean on him all the way to the helo.

Sy noticed tied up in one of the bucket seats of the hold, a man in maroon silk pajamas and brown leather loafers without socks. An Iraqi, early sixties, hair and beard still dark black. Their primary target. Mostafa Kassab.

"Where'd he come from?" Sy shouted at Hartzler.

"He was hunkered down in that corner over there when we came up to signal the chopper." the sergeant lit up with pride. "Fuller told me their prisoners didn't make it. I'm glad we found Kassab up here, or the mission would have been a total waste.

As they took off, Sy looked from the covered body of Kominski to the prone form of Lopez, who was paler than ever and glassy-eyed. It was hard in that moment to think that even ten of Mostafa Kassab could be worth one of these men he was lucky enough to call friends.

As he examined his knee, beginning to swell and looking a much different shape than he ever remembered, he thought about what this could mean for him, as a captain, as a soldier…as a man. If he could even call himself a man if he had to take away the title of captain and soldier. This was his calling. He wasn’t sure how he’d go on if…but, he’d wait to think about that when he got back to base and the medic’s tent. After all, what was the worst that could happen? It wasn’t like he was hurt bad enough to earn a discharge letter…was he?

Up Next: Chapter One: Evaluation

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surprises- pt 7 | mat barzal

part 6

What do you think of this one? You send the associated link along to Mat and then resume your Zillow search. Since officially agreeing to move in with him, you’d spent a lot of time house hunting, searching through online listings for potentials. Unfortunately, despite even viewing a few, only one so far had actually caught either of you as being remotely right...and you’d been outbid by another buyer.

“Whatcha doing?” Molly flops down on the couch next to you, still in her work clothes. 

“House hunting.” You’d barely even noticed her come in, stuck in your search, but now that you’re paying attention, you certainly notice the breath she sucks through her teeth. “What?”

“Nothing.” She lies.

“Molly.” You give her a look.

“Wow, you have really got that mom look down.” She shakes her head. 

“Practice makes perfect!” Or so they say. “Now what is it?”

“I think it’s a bad idea for you to move in with Mat.” She says quickly.

“You what?” You look over at her, eyes wide.

She sits up, tucking one leg underneath her as she turns to face you. “Look, YN, I am 100% Team Baby. I am 100% Team You. And you know I love Mat, but if it comes down to it? It’s you all the way! And I’m concerned about you moving in with him with things like...like...like however they are now, when you are obviously in love with him and will not admit it!”

“Of course I love Mat!” She’s-she’s-she is way off base here, god! “Molly, come on! He’s my baby’s father.”

It’s her turn to cut you off with a look. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” She takes a deep breath. “I just-I can’t let you go through this without telling you this could blow up very poorly.”

The worst part is you can actually see it. A vision down the line, of one of those perfect women that line the bars eager to talk to Mat anytime you’ve ever been out with him, Mat with his arm wrapped around one of them while he looks at you apologetically. Because eventually he’s going to be looking for that, surely? His forever?

You might have been a step along the way, one he’d be stuck with now, and there were some valid reasons as to why moving in together right now made sense, but surely, it wouldn’t last forever. And then you’d be where?

Sensing maybe she pushed too far, Molly apologizes. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” You tell her, not willing to admit she’s completely right, but possibly willing to concede that she may have a point or two. “You know I always appreciate you looking out for me.”

“You’re still gonna move in with Mat, aren’t you?” She says, knowingly.

Your phone buzzes and you’re certain it’s Mat, saying no to the house you sent with some lame reason like he doesn’t like the crown molding, as if he even knows what that is, and you nod to Molly as you pull it close to you, smiling. “Yeah. I am.” You’ll cross those other bridges when you come to them.

“You are gone for him.” She pats your knee.

Mat Barzal: Idk about that crown molding

-----

At another Islanders home game, Lauren approaches you excitedly. “Guess what?”

You are tired, constantly annoyed, still having heartburn despite the Tums you’d just popped, and cannot imagine how you’re supposed to get any bigger or keep this baby inside you for almost eight more weeks, so you snap back, kind of crankily, “What?” Because you’re in no more of a mood to play her games than you are to be at this one, which you’d attended solely at Mat’s request.

“There’s a house around the corner from Jordan and I that just went up for sale!”

Now that catches your attention and you struggle to sit up straighter in your seat. “Tell me, tell me!”

She laughs, but obliges, sliding into the seat next to you to start chatting about the neighborhood and the house, or at least, what she knows about it, and so when the game ends, you practically leap at Mat, who still manages to catch you gently. “Whoa! Are you-”

“I found it!” The Zillow page for the house is still pulled up on your phone, which is...definitely out of reach, but you don’t even care, grinning up at Mat with the biggest smile on your face.

Mat’s smiling back, one arm around your waist and one hand tucked under your elbow to keep the two of you upright. “You found what?” Then it dawns on him, before you can even continue. “You found a house?”

You nod, excitedly. “Well, technically Lauren found it.” 

“We’re gonna be neighbors!” She cheers, from where she’s sitting on the couch behind you

“Why would you do that to me?” Jordan frowns over at her and she only cheers again as you and Mat laugh.

“Carpool buddies!” She grins.

“We have a tour scheduled tomorrow.” You tell him.

“You’re jumping right in on this one, huh?” 

You nod. “I really think it’s it.”

Mat pulls you into his side and kisses your temple. “Can’t wait to see it.”

-----

“Good news!” Mat greets you, when you answer his call and the minute he tells you that you got the house, you burst into tears. “Oh shit, YN, baby, please.”

“I’m okay.” You sob, even as Molly tries her best to calm you, shoving her laptop to the side on the countertop. This is 38 weeks pregnant- absolutely huge, body leaking everywhere it’s possible to leak, back pain, contractions, and of course, crying at the drop of a hat. “Just really happy.”

Mat chuckles and then sounding reluctant as he adds, “I’ve got to head into a tape session; are you going to be okay?”

You nod, before remembering that he can’t see you. “Molly and I are online shopping at Target.”

You hear him huff out a laugh. “Ok, yeah, you’re going to be fine real quick.”

It’s shaky, but you laugh back. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You tease.

“Remember, we don’t actually have the house yet.” He teases back. “I’ve seen the two of you come home from Target before. We don’t have the room to store the entire home section yet.” 

“I promise to refrain from buying the entire home section.”

“Until you make settlement!” Molly calls, loud enough for him to hear and bark out a laugh. 

“She doesn’t get my credit card when you go furniture shopping.” Mat tells you, before he really has to go and you hang up on him, before he can make himself late.

“So silly that Mat thinks we’ll just buy all of the home section,” Molly says, adding a cheese plate to the cart.

“I know, right? Obviously, we’d go to Home Goods too.”

You both laugh as you nudge her to direct her search to baby gear- you’d seen something elephant-y in an email that came that week and had an idea to hang it on the nursery wall-and then you snicker as Molly throws about four other things in the cart before you reach what you wanted. “Hey, is this the-” 

“Molly!” You gasp, feeling a trickle of fluid between your legs.

“Ok, not that one.”

“Molly!” You repeat, as the trickle starts to feel more like a gush, and she finally looks over.

“Oh my god! Okay. Okay! Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Uh huh.” Is your apartment suddenly getting super warm? You squeeze onto the countertop in front of you, trying to work through the contraction hitting you. 

“YN.” Molly grabs your hand and squeezes it. “Hey. You’re good! You’re great.”

“Molly, we can’t keep a fucking plant alive!” You cry, bursting into tears abruptly, as soon as the pain of the contraction passes. “I can’t have a baby! What the fuck were we thinking?”

“Babe, they are so not the same thing; you are so incredible and you’re gonna be the best mom.” She tries, but that only sends you into more tears, and so she goes another route. “Mat keeps plants alive just fine and you keep Mat alive; he’d be lost without you!” Still sobbing, she merely shakes her head and guides you into your room, directing you to change so you could leave for the hospital once you spoke with your OB. “I’m calling Mat, YN!”

To you, it feels like forever before Mat bursts into your apartment, waiting on the couch with your bag for the hospital, with Molly doing her best to distract you from the pain with all kinds of different stories.

Molly, however, immediately snickers when he arrives. “God, did you even stop at a red light on your way here?”

“What?” He looks frazzled, more than you’ve ever seen him, and he rushes over to you, not answering her question further. “Hey.” He says gently.

“Hi.” You immediately reach for his hand, grateful for his presence, his comfort...just him.

“So, baby’s coming.” He smiles and you shake your head violently, watching as he looks over at Molly, a little confused. “Baby’s not coming?”

“Baby can’t come; it’s too early! We’re not ready!”

Mat pulls you up, kisses your forehead once he’s got you standing. “We’re ready as fuck, what are you talking about?” You give him a look. “There’s not a single thing that you and I can’t do together.”

You take a deep breath. “You’re right.”

“Sure.” Molly mutters. “When Mat says it.”

Mat fights back a grin. “Let’s go crush labor.”

“Call me ASAP about my nephew.” Molly hugs you tightly.

“And if it’s a niece?” You manage to tease, even as you feel another contraction coming on. “Should we call Tito first? He’s been calling that all along.”

She gives you a death stare. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

-----

When you wake up, there’s a moment of brief panic, before you turn and see Mat sitting in the chair beside your bed, with a swaddle of blankets in his hands. “Oh thank god.”

Mat doesn’t look up, as enchanted now as he was from the first minute. “I told you and Molly not to watch that baby snatcher movie.”

You can’t help but smile, watching the two of them. “You should have known that wasn’t going to stop us.”

Mat finally meets your eyes. “True.” He’s beaming; it’s been full beam or absolute sobbing the entire night for both of you, pretty much no in between. “Here, you want her back?”

You bite your lip, because, yeah kinda, on one hand, you really really do. But on the other hand, just watching Mat hold her right now kind of makes you incredibly soft. Your daughter practically fits in his hands; they cradle her softly against him, so much care and gentleness from such power. “No.” You tell him, watching as he gently draws his finger down the slope of her nose. 

“Scoot over.” He says instead, squeezing into the bed next to you. You lean against him comfortably, resting one hand against your daughter’s foot. God, she’s amazing. 

Mat’s arm comes around your shoulders, pulling you in as he continues to keep hold of her in his other arm, and he echoes your thoughts as the two of you watch her sleep. “She’s perfect.” He murmurs and you nod your agreement. “So are you. You did great.”

“I did do all the hardwork.” You agree, smiling when he does his best to hide his laugh. “But you did great too.” He kisses your hair and you abruptly change the subject, as he rests his head against yours, unsure you’ll be able to handle any more praise from him without bursting into tears right now. “I still want to use your mom’s name as the middle name.”

“No arguments here.” Mat says. “But I think it eliminates Giada in the first name slot.”

You nod in agreement. “Maeve it is then.”

“Hi Maeve.” Mat practically breathes, he’s speaking so softly. “We’re your parents.”

“We love you, Maeve.” You add, testing it out as well.

“Go to your room, Maeve!”

“You like the Rangers, Maeve?”

“Don’t joke about that shit.” Mat whispers. “My girl’s never going to have such poor taste.”

You laugh. “No, I think she’s already a daddy’s girl. I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about.” He’s smiling down at her again, running his finger over her forehead again, and it’s to that picture that you once again drift into sleep, perfectly content to be close to the two of them.