#your young sister has a meltdown

[rottedcreatures]

I didn't think I had to say this but if you fully refuse to acknowledge that we as a person and group of systems have changed then you should not go around actively talking about us. If you block us and make a post about us that is not okay. I am sorry our alters behave the way they did/occasionally do. I am. However constantly refusing to allow us to make new friends and then posting screenshots of us messaging you VERY POLITLEY asking you to take down a post about an alter that is dormant and then our frustrated breakdown after is telling. I tried to handle this like a mature adult and you went and acted like I asked you to show me your face. (Looking at you clearheartsgreyflowers). Obviously I understand actions have consequences but being a cunt to someone who you KNEW was already struggling and then being so nasty that they dissociate so hard they're still blurry a day later is fucking pathetic. Acting like someone asking you to take down a post is actively trying to get rid of "evidence of their actions" when they simply want a dormant alter to rest in some sense of peace is fucking gross. I get it. Remus was weird and predatory. That doesn't mean you get to condescend the rest of the system and send them spiraling. If you want to be an adult and talk about it like one then you can dm me. Until then you will be viewed as an immature asshole in our eyes simply because you flipped shit over us asking you to take down a simple post that you then added too when we got upset at you (and other factors). You don't get to act like you're better than me when you took screenshots of a dissociated, breaking down person who just wanted you to take down a simple post. You don't fucking do that. You don't take screenshots of someone being vulnerable and then go and call them ridiculous for it.

[starsofjewels]

GREETINGS!! was wondering if you feel up for it if you could do a tyrion x autistic reader? idk how you could make autism fit into the GoT world but I always feel like an outsider even in the real world and i feel tyrion would be one of the few who'd actually be accepting and not judgemental

A Kitty Cat in the Lion’s Den

Tyrion Lannister x Autistic! Lannister! Reader

(Feat.) Tywin Lannister x Autistic! Lannister! Reader

CONTENT: Autistic meltdown, small! Mention of blood/ injury, self-deprecation, the Lannisters are their own warning

Word count: 1.5k (lil pookie bear)

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Hi, beautiful. I absolutely loved this request !! This was only semi triggering to write, and I hope you like it. <3

I’ve just started back at college, so the drip might be dry (not that it wasn’t to begin with). I may or may not have published this during a Free Study period…

This is proof I don’t just write Gregor Clegane fics. But I do love big squishy man and his cock.

I think I probably need to make a masterlist..

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(A teeny PSA before we begin- I, unsurprisingly given the shit I upload on here, am autistic. I’ve struggled with it my whole life, and this is an interpretation of my own experience with autism. ASD is, as the name suggests, a spectrum, so this can’t really be a generalised fic. I put my own personal experiences with my condition into this, so if you’re also autistic/ otherwise neurodivergent and this doesn’t fit your vibes, that’s why. I can’t really explain it any other way, so yeah, here you go.)

Your entire life has served as a reminder that, whether by your own fault or some cruel will of the Gods, you are not wanted. You are the outsider, the youngest Lannister, not beautiful enough to marry off young and, decidedly, not male. Lord Tywin is consistently busy with his duties as the Hand, Tyrion hides with his wines and his whores, and Jaime has his own place in the Red Keep. You are forced to sit with your sister and her ladies, who talk too loudly and prattle on about nonsense.

Cersei, you have long established, does not like you. You aren’t really sure anyone likes you, in the traditional sense, but you know that your sister only keeps you around for fear of Tywin’s wrath. There is something in the back of your mind that remembers a younger, softer Cersei putting you in her lap, of brushing your hair and putting it in gold bows. But, that was before. Before you could walk or talk properly, before you spouted random facts on unasked for topics, before she realised you were different.

Everyone knows you are different, and no one can explain why. Not even you. All they know is to stay away from you, all they know is they’ll never understand how your little mind works.

So, you sit as nicely as you can on the outside of Cersei’s circle of ladies, and you try to focus on your sewing. You don’t like sewing, but it’s what all of the noblewomen do to pass the time, and all you want is to fit in.

“Your sewing is coming on well, my lady.”

The septa tilts your sewing slightly to look at it just a little more. It’s supposed to be a gift for your father, and it is not good. You see every uneven stitch, all of the oddities and bumps in your work that make it so you can hardly look at it. You hate it, and you hate that you can’t even sew properly.

“The stitching is all wrong…”

She takes your hands as you try, again, to pick out your newest stitch, a learned behaviour with you. Despite being with you near your whole life, since you weaned off of your nurse, you aren’t sure the septa completely understands your fascination of perfection,

“It is fine,” Her voice is soft, but you can feel her disappointment, “you are still learning, my lady, some mistakes are natural. You do not need to pull it apart- again.”

You jump when Cersei’s ladies giggle at some joke you haven’t heard, the woman beside you takes your hand, and you are reminded why you keep her so close. At least, in some way, she understands what you like and what upsets you.

Tea is served for the ladies. They give you what Cersei likes, what her ladies eat, green and red things that squish and squelch in your mouth and taste like you’ve eaten rags. And the queen sees you push them around your plate, and scoffs.

“At least try it, sister,” She sips from her wine. You feel each of her noblewomen shift, in turn, to look at you, “a Lannister lady can’t just survive off of the children’s food you eat, we can’t all eat nothing but cakes and plain bread all day.”

But you don’t, and you starve. Tywin will get you something later, you’re sure of it, as he sighs, and gently suggests you’ll need a more varied diet if you’re to marry a good husband.

The women’s giggles practically turn to cackles, which do not stop for what feels like hours. You wish they’d stop, or that you could understand what they find so utterly hilarious, so at least you may join their hysteria. You’ve put your sewing down in your lap, and you fiddle with your hair. The sept doesn’t like that, she guides your work back into your hands.

“Your father doesn’t like it if you mess your hair, sweet girl, you know that,” Her hands find your hair, carefully untangling the knots you’ve made, “try a few more stitches.”

And then, inevitably, it happens. You prick your finger on your needle, and a soft ruby comes from your noble, incomprehensible skin.

Throwing your project to the ground, you rush off as fast as your legs can manage. No one comes to find you.

You are long practised with the subtle art of trying not to cry. You pace back and forth, away from anything and everything, your hands in your hair as you do. The tears in your eyes hurt, they make you tired, and only add to your humiliation. You can do nothing right, why can you do nothing right?

You think of your sister, of perfect, beautiful, poised Cersei- She has a gaggle of women to do her bidding she is loved, and desires and you doubt she paces the halls trying not to cry. She is the lion queen, and you are her kitty-cat of a sister.

And then, you hear your name called. Followed by hurried footsteps toward you. Tyrion takes your hands in his, but you cannot even look at him.

“Has someone upset you? Cersei?”

All you can do is give him whines in response. You feel a sob bubbling in your throat, and you cannot give him the satisfaction of seeing you weak.

“Tell me.”

So you look down, you watch his eyes change from confusion, to the pity you are so used to seeing. But he is your older brother, and you know he won’t run back to Cersei, like Jaime would.

It comes in one, huge splurge, as tears fall against your skin and ruin the pretty powders your maids spent so long putting on you this morning,

“I- Was making a gift for Father-” You gasp, “And they didn’t give me anything to eat, and- and the sewing was terrible, but Septa is lying and saying it’s good and-” Another. “And I cut myself!”

His arms wrap around you, and he puts his head against you. Though much smaller than you, it offers greater comfort than he knows it does. All you can do is sob. You feel like a child.

No words are spoken as he takes you down to the kitchens, and puts you at the staff table. You are given something you eat with relish, and get a plate of pudding for your effort. There is no need for you to have any medical attention for your injury, but he has it wrapped anyway. A psychological comfort, if nothing else.

Tyrion helps you into bed, letting you reach out for the rag dolls your sister claims you’re too old for. You want your father, you want him to go and tell off Cersei, but you have your brother instead, and he at least semi-understands what it’s like to be different.

“I’m sorry,” you turn and look up at him,

“Sorry?”

He stands, walking to your window to look out at the courtyard below.

“When you look at me, what do you see?”

Tyrion is going somewhere with this, you know that much, but what, you are left wondering,

“I see… my brother.”

“Yes, you do. But the world? What does the world see? They see a drunk, lustful little man with a lion on his chest he doesn’t deserve.”

Something in you knows that it’s true. Tyrion is nothing more than his condition to the eyes of most in the Keep, most of the kingdom.

“You, you look like a Lannister. Your brokenness is inside. And I wish I could understand it.”

“It’s alright-” You sit up, clutching your doll, “It’s just… what it is. I have you, I have Father.”

Tyrion almost scoffs, he comes back from the window, passing you your water,

“Yes, you get Father, but that’s because you are utterly adorable.”

“I am adorable, aren’t I?”

“And humble, it appears.”

When Tyrion leaves, he kisses your forehead, and you know he is going to tell Father. You are the one thing they share something of a common interest in, and you suspect Tywin will make an appearance at some point. You’re right, of course.

It is Tywin’s heartbeat you listen to to calm yourself down for sleep. Your father strokes your hair, half-dozing himself. A soft, sweet moment that you are reminded Tyrion doesn’t have the privilege of.

Cersei is no longer allowed to be your main caretaker, you spend your afternoons out in the gardens, or sit entertaining yourself in Tywin’s solar. Tyrion takes you on walks, and there is something of a peaceful normality brought about.

You are still terribly disappointed in how Tywin’s gift turns out, it looks like a child made it, and when you become obviously quite upset over the manner, you have the Old Lion and his younger son to calm you. He loves it, he assures you, and Tyrion is so enamoured by it he requests his own. You know they are simply making you feel better, but you let it happen anyway.

And, perhaps, life is not so bad after all.

[lesbianpepsi]

my love, my life

pairing: jenna ortega x autistic!fem!reader

summary: Jenna was the rock you never knew you needed in your life

link to request

words: 4.007k (im sorry)

warnings: verbally abusive parents, ableism, ableist remarks, r parents are dicks, r has a meltdown, swearing, bad writing

authors note: if i got anything wrong please correct me in a respectful and kind way please, other than that i hope you enjoy this:)

You were the one who begged your parents to allow you to start acting at such a young age, being utterly fixated on the world of acting after seeing Spider-Man for the first time.

In the beginning your parents didn't like the idea of you becoming a child actor, especially after what they heard from a myriad of news sources of how troubled child actors became when they reached their teens.

But after a lot of pleading they reluctantly allowed you to audition for anything that came up. 

You were the young age of six when you got your first real role, it was for a random soup company commercial, it was nothing major but it was something. 

Acting brought you a large sense of comfort, already knowing what was going to happen as you memorised your lines in a blink of an eye. 

You always had a struggle with portraying emotions but eventually you got the hang of it and became much better.

At eight years old you got your first big break; the role of a little sister's killer. The role of Jill Roberts' little sister in Scream Four. 

You blew up. 

At first you weren't a fan of all the attention and even got quite upset over it, the large change of attention by strangers on the street scaring you. 

Your parents on the other hand were absolutely thrilled and began auditioning you for many other movies and tv shows. 

You weren't properly diagnosed with autism till the age of fourteen; long after you had become a child actor. You were shocked but found comfort in that information, it was as if you finally found out the answer to longing question. 

Your parents on the other hand did not believe the doctors when they diagnosed you with autism, refusing to believe the fact and that you were just simply dramatic. 

As your fame grew, your stress and anxiety only did too. It got to the point where you could barely get through an interview before going completely non-verbal for a few days. 

Your parents called you dramatic since you could act in front of cameras but couldn't answer simple questions in front of a few people with flashing cameras.

You defended yourself that it wasn't the same, it never was. You didn't know what was going to happen in those interviews, while you knew everything when acting. 

As the years passed you became even quieter and couldn't attend almost any interview or premier. You stopped auditioning for movies and shows when you were sixteen, deciding to take a two year break of acting. 

Your parents were enraged by that fact and barely interacted with you, leaving you alone in one small house as they bought another large one for themselves with your money. 

You didn't care, as long as you were alone you were happy.

A few days after your eighteenth birthday you received a call, asking if you were willing to come back to play an old role.

Maxine "Max" Roberts, the younger sister of Jill Roberts. 

In the beginning you were reluctant but after a few days of thinking you accepted the role. 

Without a doubt, that was the best decision of your entire life, career wise aside. 

In the set of Scream Five you reconnected with old friends such as Neve Campbell, Courtney Cox and even David Arquette officially as grown adult and no longer a child.

You also managed to make long life friends such as Mikey Madison, Mason Gooding, Dylan Minnette, Jack Quaid and you even meet your favourite youtuber James A. Janisse who made a small cameo in the movie. 

But the person you met on the Scream Five set that changed your life was the actress who played Tara Carpenter; the first Scream character to survive an opening kill. 

Jenna Ortega. 

You and Jenna instantly connected, a feeling you had never felt in your entire lifetime. Jenna understood you better than your own parents, even treating you better than them. 

Before Scream Five was even wrapped you and Jenna began dating; both of you absolutely head over heels for each other.

Jenna helped you tremendously throughout the process after Scream Five was released, helping you in interviews if you got nervous and felt your throat tightening up. Helping you in any premier by always holding your hand if you wanted to squeeze hers if you got too angsty.

She did so much more than your parents ever did. It wasn't a wonder why you hadn't had a proper conversation with them since you were sixteen. 

You were fine with that fact; you didn't need them anymore. You had Jenna. 

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"So, I was thinking of some mac 'n cheese for dinner?" Jenna suggested once the credits of 'The Amazing Spider-Man' began playing throughout yours and Jenna's small living room. 

You grinned happily at her as you tapped your finger along with the music that played with the credits. "Well if you're offering of course."

Jenna scrunched her nose adorably as she smiled at you, leaning closer to give you a quick peck on the forehead as she stood up. "I'm presuming you watch the end credit scene?" She asked you as she leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.

You nodded your head as your eyes remained fixated on the screen. "You presume correctly, my love."

"As always, my life." Jenna replied, finishing off your nickname with a small laugh as she entered the kitchen. 

It was a silly joke that started when Jenna found out your all time favourite band was Abba. She had made it her life goal to memorise each of your favourite songs; one of those songs being 'My love, My life'.

You smiled to yourself as you unconsciously played with the bottom of the graphic Spiderman shirt Jenna gave you for your birthday months ago. The material of the shirt was your favourite and didn't irritate you like many other fabrics did. 

After a few minutes passed the end credit scene began playing as the smell of mac 'n cheese started to infiltrate your nose, your smile softened. 

Mumbling the lines along with the characters you were interrupted when three knocks were at the door.

You ignored the fact it was an awkward number as you headed towards the door, confused as to who it could be. 

Maybe it was one of Jenna's siblings you guessed, but as you unlocked the door your jaw dropped as you saw who was standing behind the door with crooked smiles.

"Mother? Father?" You asked bewildered as you stared at them with wide eyes, you hadn't seen them in years. 

Your mother smiled sweetly, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she took a step closer to you with open arms, to which you took a step back at. 

"Y/n, honey, it's been so long." Your mother cooed as she lowered her arms, a small look of hurt in her eyes at your rejection at touch. 

"Four years. It's been four years." You confirm with a deadpan look as you looked at them, they still looked pretty much the same since you last saw them. "Why're you two here?" You asked them rather bluntly, your eyes narrowing questioningly on your father who didn't have the sweet smile your mother had on her face. 

"Is it so wrong for parents to come visit their only daughter? We've missed you so much after all these years." She said as she wrapped an arm around your fathers bicep, leaning into him. Your fathers jaw clenched momentarily as he nodded his head stiffly. "We've missed you so much, rabbit." Your father mumbled out in a gruff tone of voice.

A smile grazed your lips at the nickname your father used to call you when growing up, there was no backstory to it, it was a simple name he had called you for years.

At the nostalgic name you couldn't help to lower your guard as you gave them a genuine smile, to which your parents actually smiled back at you. 

"Y/n?" Jenna's voice broke you off your trance as you snapped your head to the side, Jenna rounding the corner with her hair now in a messy bun. �� 

Before you could get a word out you heard your mother gasp as she freed your father from her grip, a look of admiration in her eyes as she looked at your girlfriend.

"And you're our Y/n's girlfriend, we've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you." She interrupted, extending her hand out to shake Jenna's.

Jenna glanced at you with a questioning look, you shrugged your shoulders weakly at her look. She sighed as her movie star smile appeared on her face, turning back to face your mother.

"Likewise." She says as she connects her hand with your mothers.

As your mother chatted Jenna's ears off you turned your attention back to your father who was still standing awkwardly in the doorway. 

Your father must've felt eyes on him as he slowly flickered his eyes away from your mothers figure to your eyes, his eyes still as cold as you remembered.

He coughed dryly as he took a singular step towards you, a tight lipped smile on her face as he looked down at you. 

"It's nice to see you again, peanut." He whispered to you, your heart melted at his words. Has your father actually changed? It sure sounded like it. 

"It's nice to see you too, father." You replied back with a whisper, a small smile toyed on your lips. He grinned as he nodded curtly at you before he focused back on your mother.

"Is it alright if we stayed for dinner? It's just we haven't seen our Y/n in such a long time." You heard your mother plead to Jenna, her voice bordering into desperation. 

Jenna's beautiful brown eyes flickered over to you, silently asking you if you were okay with you, you nodded your head. 

She let out a small breath as she nodded her own head, returning to meet your mothers eyes.

"Of course, I hope you don't mind mac 'n cheese." Jenna joked as she took a few steps back, your mother following hot on her trail.

You and your father follow them as you close the front door. Your father turned to look at you as he walked over to the dining table. "You're still obsessed with that?" He asked with what sounded like curiosity to you, meanwhile Jenna's head had snapped back to where you and your father stood at his tone of words which did not sound like it was full of curiosity.

You nodded your head oblivious as you pulled out a chair for him. "Yes I do, it's been my comfort meal for years. I'm surprised you even remembered that." 

He scoffed as he glanced back at you, sitting down in the seat. "I wish I didn't." He grumbled under his breath, thankfully you didn't hear his words as you headed over to the kitchen where your mother and Jenna were at.

Jenna was slowly stirring the pot full of mac 'n cheese as your mother chatted her ear off, a look of fake interest on Jenna's face.

"Do you need help with anything, Jen?" You asked her, interrupting your mother as you moved to stand next to her. She smiled softly at you as she nodded her head. "Could you get the cutlery and bowls out for me please?" You nodded your head as you immediately went to do what she asked for.

Thankfully, your mother left the kitchen as she went to sit down next to your father, whispering to him as their eyes glanced over the apartment.

You grabbed four bowls off of the top shelf with ease as you heard Jenna's hushed voice. 

"Hey," She began, you turned to look at her as you neatly placed the bowls on the counter. "you sure you're okay with them being here?" She finished off in a whisper as she gazed into your eyes. 

You nodded your head as you glanced back at your parents whispering to each other, smiling before you turned to look back at your girlfriend. 

"I'm okay with them being here, really unexpected which annoys me but I haven't seen them in so long." Your tone became even more hushed as you leaned closer to Jenna. "Dad even remembered my nickname and the food I like, that must mean something, right?" 

Jenna sighed as she nodded her head weakly, smiling as weakly as she placed a comforting hand on top of yours. "Okay, if you want them here then they can stay. But the moment you feel like you don't want them here just tell me okay?" 

You nod your head understanding. "Okay, I will, thank you." Jenna gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before she turned back to her pot of mac 'n cheese. 

After a few minutes passed you, Jenna and your parents were seated at your dining table as you all ate your food.

You were sitting in your favourite seat as Jenna sat next to you, your father across from you as your mother sat across from Jenna.

You were eagerly eating your food with a smile on your face, a sense of warmth and comfort hitting you as you ate your food.

"This is really good, Jen, thank you." Jenna's smile managed to make you feel even more at peace. 

"So, Y/n, you got any new movies or shows coming up?" Your mother asked you with intrigue as she slowly ate her food. 

You shook your head as you took another spoonful. "No but I was in the latest Spider-Man movie. It was so cool! I thought I would never be given a chance to be in a Spider-Man movie but I was offered a small role. I even got to design my own Spider-Man character and how she was and -oh my god I even-"

"Lower your voice, Y/n." Your father snapped as he played with his food. "We're not in another room, we're right next to you."

You frowned as you stopped talking immediately, looking down at your half empty bowl embarrassed. "Sorry, father." You said in a voice that you made sure it was quieter than before. 

"And what, baby?" Jenna asked with an encouraging smile on her face, her eyes focused on you and only you. 

You picked up your head as you smiled sheepishly at her. "And I got to meet Daniel Kaluuya who's one of my favourite actors." 

Your father sighed dramatically as he shook his head as he pushed his food around the bowl, he hadn't taken a singular bite of the food.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?" He whispered to your mother in a tone what he thought was low enough, but you and Jenna heard him clearly.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you loosened your grip on your spoon. "Oh, do you have somewhere else to be?" You asked him sincerely.

He scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. "Your attitude is still as horrible as I see." 

What? 

"I don't understand. I was asking you a question. How was that giving you attitude?" You asked him again, straightening your posture as you desperately searched for Jenna's hand from under the table.

She quickly interlocked your fingers together, her thumb expertly rubbing softly at your skin in an attempt to soothe you.

Your father dismissed you as he turned to look at his wife, a look of annoyance clear on his face. "Ask her. I'm not staying here much longer with that here." He demanded in a hushed whisper.

A deep frown slowly appeared on your face as you stared between your parents, an uneasy feeling started to grow in your stomach.

"What's he talking about, mother?" She sighed at your words, dropping her spoon into the bowl as she leaned against her hands.

"We need to ask a favour from you, honey." Your throat felt tighter as you swallowed dryly, your grip on Jenna's hand tightened.

"What favour?" You asked her, your eyes flickered back to your father who wasn't even looking at you. Your heart clenched uncomfortably in your chest at the sight.

"Well your father and I have been going through some things lately, and it hasn't been fun. It's been especially hard on your dad." The older woman sighed as she closed her eyes momentarily before she reopened them, her eyes teary as she looked into your eyes. "As your parents, we only ask you one favour, Y/n. We raised you and no parent wants to come grovelling to their own flesh and blood for help."

You stayed silent as you listened to her words, your anxiety was starting to increase at a speed that you hadn't felt in years.

"We need to borrow some money." She finally confessed with a pleading gleam in her eyes. "It's the only thing we've ever asked of you, my sweet child. Please, for your mom and dad." 

You should've known they hadn't changed, you should've known. 

As you stared into your parents eyes you swallowed dryly as you slowly opened your mouth.

"No." You whispered out.

"No?" He repeated in a mocking tone. "No? Are you serious? After all we've done for you?"

Your frown deepened as you averted his piercing gaze, looking down in your lap as you unconsciously started to rub your feet against each other.

"We could've given your spastic ass up for adoption but we didn't. And this is how you repay us? What a wonderful fucking daughter we have." 

You shook your head weakly as your movement with your feet started to become more erratic. 

"Get out of our house, right now." Jenna said coldly, trying to keep her temper under control as she didn't want to yell like your father was doing.

A sniffle was heard from your mother as she wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue. "My own daughter is betraying her only parents." She mumbled to herself.

It was if your heart was in your throat, the feeling as if it was tightening making you shake your head more violently.

"You see what you're doing, you freak, making your own mother cry." Your father pushed as he stood up, banging his fist against the table loudly. 

You flinched at the noise as you shut your eyes tightly, letting go of Jenna's hand as you wrapped your arms around yourself.  

Jenna stood up as you let go of her hand, glaring heavily at your father. "I'm going to ask you again, leave our home and never return or I'll call the cops." She spat out slowly, her voice full of venom. 

"You know what, Miss America, we'll do exactly that. Who would even want that as a child?" He laughed as if it was a joke as he held his wife's sobbing hand. "You're not my child, Y/n. Nobody would even want a reta-"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence." Jenna interrupted the man's words, fury in her eyes as she rounded the table. "You should be ashamed of yourselves, you two are a joke. Get out of our house right now." 

Your father scoffed as he helped pull up his wife from her chair, tightening his hand in hers. 

You weren't looking at them as you kept shaking your head, your eyes shut tightly as you mumbled incoherent words to yourself. The tightening in your throat becoming unbearable.

You heard your father and Jenna argue lowly but you couldn't hear anything they said as your fathers previous words plagued your thoughts loudly.

A wave of unshed tears were piling up behind your shut eyes as you slid off the wooden chair to sit down against the wall, shaking uncontrollably as you shook your head violently. 

Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an unloveable creature.

Behind closed eyes you could notice the room darken, with a shaky gasp you opened your eyes, a flood of tears escaping immediately.

Through the thick tears you could see Jenna crouched down a few feet in front of you, the room itself was darkened as the main light was switched off. The only light remaining in the room was the corner lamp.

"Y/n, can I hold you?" Jenna's disoriented voice asked you, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Your fathers cruel words voiced themselves in your mind at your body's rejection of speaking. A sob racked through your body as you desperately nodded your head. Instantaneously the moment you nodded your head Jenna moved to wrap her arms around you, allowing you to lean all your weight into her.

Silent sobs erupted from your body as you clung to Jenna for dear life, hiding your face in the crook of her neck as your arms were wrapped around her tightly. 

"It's okay, it's just you and me, nobody else." She cooed into your ear as she gently rocked you back and forth. You could feel one of her hands rubbing affectionately against your back as she shushed you.

You don't know how long you stayed like that for; In Jenna's protective hold as she rocked you back and forth as you sobbed. 

Eventually as your breathing calmed down and your sobs dying down, Jenna slowed down her rocking but she kept rubbing at your back with her soft palm. 

"You feel a bit better?" She whispered into the dark room, not wanting to startle you with a loud voice. 

You nodded your head mutely as you sniffled, your face still hidden in the crook of her neck.

"You know what they said wasn't true, right?" Jenna softly asked as her hand soothed you. You didn't move as you struggled to swallow, knowing if you nodded your head you would be lying. 

Weakly, you shrugged your shoulders at her words, your fathers words still plagued your mind.

"What they said was absolute nonsense, Y/n, you're none of the things they called you." She reassured you, her voice so soft that if someone was in the kitchen they wouldn't have heard her. "I promise you I'll never let anyone say anything like that to you again, because what they said was lies."

You nodded your head as Jenna rocked you carefully, your breathing calming down. 

"I love you, Y/n, never forget that. I love everything about you, everything." Jenna whispered again as she pressed a feather light kiss to the top of your head. "I wouldn't want you any other way, you're perfect just the way you are, and I love you so much." 

Once again you attempted to speak but nothing except a strangled gasp of air came out, you shut your eyes back immediately as embarrassment coursed through your veins.

"Hey, hey, take your time, you don't have to force yourself to talk, okay? Going non-verbal is perfectly okay." Jenna cooed instantly as she rubbed at your back with a stronger force, you relished in the feeling as you nodded your head.

"Do you want me to reheat your dinner so we can watch the second Amazing Spider-Man movie while we eat it?" Jenna offered you in a gentle voice, she had slowed down on the rocking as you calmed down. 

Mutely, you nodded your head with more eagerness than before. Jenna smiled in relief as she nodded her own head. 

"Okay, I'll go reheat it and you can put the movie on for us. How does that sound?" She said, you pulled away from her as you smiled weakly, nodding your head. Jenna's own smile grew as she nodded her head along with you.

You were still weren’t sure whether your fathers words were true or not, but one thing you were positive of was that Jenna was the best girlfriend.

Jenna will always be your rock as she will always be the love of your life.

[allisluv]

drabbles/thoughts part one.

main masterlist.

valentines day

sundresses

leaving lipstick marks on finnick

finnick taking care of you when you're sick

late night swims

finnick with an anxious s/o

finnick x bi!reader

finnick being whipped for you

finnick reminding you to take your meds

self care days

seeing you without makeup for the first time

finnick x reader with a body focused repetitive behavior

finnick comforting you during an autistic meltdown

finnick x singer!reader

finnick x tattooed!reader

finnick x reader with a fear of the ocean

comforting finnick after a nightmare

finnick reassuring reader with abandonment issues

demisexual!finnick x demisexual!reader

johanna x finnick x reader love triangle

finnick going for an early morning swim

spending summer with finnick

telling finnick that you'll love him even when he's turning grey

finnick x reader with germaphobia/OCD

spending winter in district four

finnick x reader post argument

finnick with a partner who likes to (affectionately) bite him

finnick convincing you to go to the doctors

finnick taking care of you post-op

finnick reassuring you when he hears you say something negative about yourself

showing off your new swimsuit to finnick*

golden retriever!finnick x black cat!reader

surfing with finnick

finnick accidentally making you cry during an argument

finnick helping reader quit smoking

finnick and reader mentoring their young tributes

finnick x reader with really bad migraines

finnick accidentally spoiling his proposal

coaxing finnick awake with kisses

finnick comforting fem!reader during their period

finnick x plant obsessed!reader

finnick comforting plus sized!reader when she overhears someone from the capitol talking about her

finnick x rockstar!reader (1) (2)

finnick x single parent!reader

lying with finnick when you're running a fever

finnick annoying his germaphobe s/o

drawing finnick

finnick x dancer!reader

finnick x artsy!girlfriend (1) (2)

calling finnick a "babygirl"

finnick buying you floaties

barbequing with finnick

finnick tempting you back to bed with kisses

reader running into a forcefield to get mouth to mouth from finnick

finnick x little!sister during pride month

finnick's take on shaving

finnick has the man flu

finnick x reader with full body tattoos

taking finnick to a rock concert

finnick having an acne flare up

watching horror movies with finnick

going shopping with finnick

seeing finnick cry for the first time

finnick helping reader babysit their little cousin

finnick when someone gropes you in school

finnick and reader sharing romantic baths together

finnick's reaction to his partner gaining weight (/pos)

cockwarming with finnick*

finnick with a s/o who's insecure about their curly hair

finnick gets his wisdom teeth removed

older brother!finnick when his sister is being harrassed

finnick x reader with seperation anxiety

finnick analysing your song lyrics

finnick x reader who knows what she wants in her relationship

finnick x reader who's first language isn't english

beach days with finnick

finnick praising you for getting your hair done

finnick helping reader with homework

teaching finnick to play an instrument

finnick when reader burns his birthday cake

finnick trying food and trying to learn the language from reader's native country

finnick x reader who gets startled easily

overstimulating sub!finnick*

finnick x oblivious reader

tying a bow around finnick's bicep

finnick with a partner who stress-bakes

finnick with a partner who craves physical touch

finnick x tall!girlfriend

finnick with a reader who stress cries

finnick with a reader who loves winter

thigh riding with finnick*

finnick is a thigh man*

finnick seeing you in a mermaid costume on halloween

finnick who's afraid of letting his walls down

finnick's handwriting

finnick eating reader out on her period*

finnick with a s/o who brings home random animals

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

heeey ! i saw that u need some request, i hope this is good enough : let’s saaaay reader n reid have a three year old girl and the reader is pregnant again and she just learns (along with the daughter and reid) that the gender of the baby is a boy. the daughter really sad and she just doesn’t want the baby sibling to be a boy. after the reader tries to talk to the daughter about how it’s gonna be okay, she asks for spencer’s help. so spence is like “you’re gonna be the greatest big sister ever, if anybody is mean to your baby brother guess what, you get to fight them off just like daddy fights off bad guys. then when he gets old enough, he’ll do the same for you.” and she’s like “alright i want a baby bro” LOLOL i hope this makes sense.

Hi hi!! Sorry this took a minute, thanks for the request and hope you like it!

~~

Spencer keeps his voice low as he raps softly at the door of his daughter's room.

"Bug? Can I come in?" He takes the beat of silence as a yes, slowly pushing the door open and poking his head inside. The little girl sits on her beanbag in the corner, her favorite stuffie cradled to her chest. Crossing the room softly, Spencer settles himself on the floor next to her, not quite facing her directly but not looking away.

"That was some pretty big news, huh?" She keeps her eyes trained on her toy, but nods in affirmation. Spencer has a sneaking suspicion that the meltdown that had occurred a few minutes prior would have happened no matter what color was in the little cake pop she'd bitten into. Change is really hard for kids so young, and it gets overwhelming. He reaches a hand out and she takes it, climbing into his lap. Once she's settled with her cheek against his chest, he presses a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

"It's okay to be upset, Bug. Were you sad that the baby is a boy?" She nods again, little hands picking at the material of his shirt. "Yeah," Spencer sighs, giving her a light squeeze, "but you remember that no one's going anywhere, and that Momma and Daddy still love you so so soo much?" Another little nod. "Good." He kisses her head again, smoothing a hand over her curls.

"You're gonna be such a good big sister, Bug, I can already tell. You know how Daddy helps people? Protects them?" She sits up, always keen to hear about Spencer's job, but that's not where he's headed. "When the baby gets here, it's gonna be your turn to help us help and protect him. You think you can do that?" Finally, a little smile dances across her face, making Spencer's heart swell.

"Yeah, I help."

[moonlightdancer26]

I'd love to hear your thoughts about Percy! What is your opinion on him in general? Do you like how his character arc was handled by JKR? What are your thoughts on popular fandom takes about Percy (him being a terrible disgrace to the Weasley family for siding with the Ministry/Voldemort; him being a secret hero of the rebellion who deserved better; etc)? And your thoughts on Percy ships? Who, if anyone, do you ship him with?

I think he’s wicked awesome and way too hated, I will genuinely defend him with my life. If my family treated me that badly I’d tell them to fuck off too, he was literally so excluded from his family because he wasn’t some Quidditch-loving jock and actually preferred to study and stay indoors. And he got mocked consistently just because he wanted a bright future. Sure he may appear a bit stuck-up to those who don’t know him well, but his family?? Plus after he legitimately got the job of his dreams, his father’s immediate reaction was to tell him he didn’t actually earn it and that it was all just a ploy. I would actually be so hurt. Like sure Arthur did end up being right, BUT YOU COULD’VE SAID IT A BIT DIFFERENTLY?? A simple “you earned it anyway, son” or “I’m proud of you” would’ve sufficed, alongside an explanation of why Percy MIGHT have gotten the job. He went about it way too harshly, if I got shut down like that after getting the job I’ve been working for my whole life, I’d have done a lot worse.

And I totally get Percy’s resentment, he felt as though his father wasn’t reaching his full potential due to his proud showcase of Muggle-fangirling. And since he (Arthur) was basically the sole provider in a large family that lived in poverty, I can see why Percy would feel frustration towards his father. Plus why do people act as if Percy was always “so horrible” even before he “abandoned” his family? He literally went RUSHING to Ronald when he got out of the lake in GoF and refused to let go of him, and he loved Ginny to death. He was protective of his younger siblings and was pretty funny imo, it’s hard not to sympathise with him when he has siblings like Fred and George.

He genuinely deserved so much better, he was constantly shut down for his accomplishments and cared so much for his siblings despite their mocking, plus he still came back to apologise to them and then proceeded to see his baby brother die in front of him????? How could you hate him after DH?? I don’t think he’s a disgrace to his family at all, sure he was shitty to Molly but, with what he must’ve been going through at the time, I get it. And any resentment he felt towards his family was completely and utterly justified. Plus he literally apologised, so even if you disagree with what I’m saying and think he’s scum or whatever, he legit still apologised to them? He still redeemed himself? Whatever he’s supposedly done that you hate him for, he redeemed himself for it. And I feel like people forget how young Percy was when all this happened? He’s only like 4 years older than Harry and was still 18/19 when all the family drama occurred, and he held a huge responsibility in the ministry. And having grown up as the lone middle child with the burden of knowing his family isn’t respected much must’ve had a tremendous influence on someone as ambitious as Perce. People should really see things from his perspective sometimes. Imo the only genuinely shitty things he’s done is 1. his treatment of Molly 2. his letter to Ron about Harry (but even then, I completely understand why Percy said what he said), anything other than that is usually just exaggerated by his haters.

One character he’s always reminded me of is Alex Dunphy from Modern Family (*tries to summon Modern Family fans*), she was also the odd one out in her family because she was super studious and introverted. And she had a desperate need to prove herself and was very ambitious, much like Perce. Her meltdowns and extreme studying was treated as a joke to the viewers and her sister Haley constantly made fun of her for it. She reminds me a lot of him tbh, which is why I love both characters so much.

lol this was supposed to be a quick short ask explaining why I love him and who I ship him with, and it resulted in a whole rant 😭 that’s usually how I get whenever his name gets brought up. Also Nonnie, I ship Percy with Oliver :D and I think he and Penelope Clearwater really deserved more screentime, they were such a delightful couple imo.

And thanks for the ask btw, I missed talking about him!!

[nostalgiclittlespace]

hi marty!!! if your requests are open, can you do william afton caregiver headcanons with tons of fluff please 🥺💗 he's my fictional caregiver and i love him so much... he means the world to me....

thank you so much!!! :D

Of course!!! I headcanon Springtrap as one of my fictional CGs so I got you ;). Here’s some for Peepaw Willy! ⬇️

(Tried to leave this open for Movie! or Game! Afton)

Of course he is called Peepaw Willy when you’re Little. XD. Other CG names for him would probably include dada, papa, and bunny

He on the other hand calls you sweetheart, love, darling, and dear (he’s very British 😄)

He loves reading to you while sitting in a rocking chair.

Speaks so softly and gently 🥰

If he has to work, then he’ll bring you along! He give you lots of tokens to play the arcade games, coupons for snacks, etc.

But if you’re feeling clingy, then he’ll let you sit in his office with him.

Speaking of the office, he keeps tons of your gear in there. Pacis, toys, coloring books, snacks—the works

Lets you sit on his lap while he works

(He’ll even pet your hair or rub your hands with his thumb if he’s deep in thought)

If he needs inspiration or opinions for designs, then he’ll ask you! You now what’s appealing to kids and will make sure nothing is too scary looking.

Lots of your artwork ends up in his study or around the restaurant.

Would probably show his affection through gifts. Any gear/toy you want, he’s going to get it for you!

You of course have plushies of every animatronic. They’re your friends!

He definitely does different voices for the characters during playtime or stories. He has lot of practice from working kid’s birthday parties in the Spring Bonnie suit

William says he “isn’t as young as you used to be” but if you ask him sweetly (or whine enough) he’ll play tag with you, piggyback you around, etc

One of William’s favorite games is hide and seek.

You guys have lots of tea parties too

For your sake, he would let you dress him up, put glitter and stickers on him, etc

He tucks you in every night you’re regressed. Makes sure you’re all snuggly, checks your closet and under the bed for monsters, and kisses your forehead.

He’s a very calm caregiver. He’s experienced with working around kids of all ages and personalities from Freddy’s and his own kids, so he knows what he’s doing.

Doesnt panic during meltdowns or tantrums. He lets you cry it out if you need, and waits until you’re ready to be touched before giving you a very big hug

If you’re just having a bad day in general, he’ll make sure to do something special for you. Baking a treat, playing a game, etc

If you struggle with crowds or overstimulation, then he’ll bring you to Freddy’s after hours to play. (Pre missing childrens incident)

He doesn’t do that too often though, because he wants to be sure that you get a good nights sleep too!

Movie! William would have Vanessa as your babysitter. And she’s such a sweet big sister!

Game! William on the other hand…he wouldn’t let Michael watch you in a million years. Even pre-bite of 83 he was fairly irresponsible. Henry is a far-better suited babysitter

That being said, you’d get along with the Afton children well. You’d see them around the household, at Freddy’s, etc

(Being a Caregiver has definitely been good for Will; he’s starting to remember how to be a better father too)

Thanks so much for the ask! I hope these are good! 💜💜💜

[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. I also gave him some anxiety and stuff because while he’s in love he doesn’t believe someone could love him back. He just has a lot of uncertainty with romance. Mawwiage happens. Alcohol is mentioned. Everyone’s having a good time. A/N: The epilogue! Enjoy. I am not done with these two in the sense I'll do more one-shots and the likes for them as well as AUs with Buggy's older sister and The Wives. Thank you to everyone who's been reading this! Enjoy!

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Epilogue

The marriage was far from perfect.

Your first actual fight showed Buggy you were capable of not speaking to him for an entire week. It was regarding one of Mohji’s animals, a bear that fell ill and passed away. You had been upset for both the loss of the animal and Mohji; the boy loved that bear so much. All Buggy suggested was that you not… cry so much over it. That was it, suck it up and move on. It was just a bear.

He was on his knees begging for your forgiveness by the end of the week.

Then there was the time you accidentally cut up his favorite shirt. He had left it for days on the scrap fabric pile you collected in the bedroom and asked him many times if he was sure that shirt needed to be there. He had insisted it was, but a week after you cut it up into scraps to patch some of the crew’s clothes, Buggy asked about it. You both needed to work on more than verbal communication.

And a few years into the marriage, Buggy was feeling less like you were going to leave him for every person who talked to you that he was pretty relaxed - a little too relaxed because for your birthday he took you to a pub, got a little drunk, and made a comment about how hot the barmaid was. You weren’t mad, more amused by it, but when you reminded him the next day when he sobered up what he said, he was mortified.

You were leaving him for sure for that, he was certain of it.

On his birthday you disappeared for a day on an island you begged to be dropped off at. Buggy caved, wanting to do anything for you in hopes you would forget how he acted like an ass on your birthday again. Maybe you just needed a break from him, even if it was on his birthday. 

You came back after meeting up with Kuro and oh, oh the divorce was inevitable now. You had told him a few days after your birthday when he had a meltdown over how he acted and he begged for you to tell him if there was any man or pirate alive that you would have been with other than him and… that fucking cat pirate was the one you chose. Oh, he was handsome and he dressed so sharply, and you felt you had bragging rights over how well he dressed because he was your first true customer that you had repeated business with.

It was a dagger to Buggy’s heart, over and over and over again. 

“What’s got you so upset?” You asked when he stopped responding, slumped on the floor with an almost empty bottle of rum beside him. You moved the bottle and knelt beside him, touching his shoulder. “You feel okay, honey?”

“Are you leaving me for Kuro?” He whimpered, refusing to look at you because he just knew the answer. You’d be happier with a better dressed pirate than with Buggy. It was startling when you chuckled and kissed him on the cheek.

“No, no. I’m not leaving you for cat-boy.” You told him as you tried to coax him to look at you. “I was getting your birthday present, Buggy, to show you how much I love you.”

He sniffled, lifting his head to see you taking your shirt off. A look of confusion crossed his face as you turned yourself to show him your arm, revealing a tattoo of his jolly roger. 

“This isn’t your only present, y’know, I’m gonna make you a feast.” You said as he sat up quickly, trying to get a closer look, but the alcohol was hitting him and he slumped against you, looking up with large, watery eyes as you stroked his cheek gently. “I love you, Buggy, and I’m never leaving you.”

That… that helped. He felt better after that, though still had doubts.

~

The conversation about kids was… not what he anticipated. He thought you’d want kids right away, he saw how you were around children, how your eyes lit up at the family gatherings each year when you got to see all the kids(he loved the look of horror each year on your aunt’s face when the two of you showed up, she didn’t expect the marriage to last). He watched you pick up your cousin’s baby - he was two years younger than you and his wife just had their first kid. Your eyes lit up and Buggy watched your face soften with a smile he hadn’t seen before. 

He waited until you two were alone to ask. To his surprise you snorted at his question and gave him a kiss. “Not just no, but hell no.” 

“Wait, what?”

“Buggy, I like what we have now. Maybe someday we can have cute little kids but not right now.” You told him as you patted his cheeks gently. “And I don’t think we’re ready at all. Kids can be a discussion in a few years, okay?”

“Oh thank God.” Buggy sighed as he slumped against you, wrapping his arms around you and tightening them around you. “I can’t deal with that right now.”

You laughed softly and kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned against him. “Neither can I, honey.” You smiled and looked up at him, pulling him down and bumping your forehead against his gently before kissing the tip of his nose. “I love you, Buggy. Thank you for talking to me about this.”

He blushed but didn’t look away as he hugged you. “Love you too, babe.”

~

It was a yearly thing for him to drink and reminisce about the good ol’ days as an apprentice on Roger’s crew. It was always the anniversary of his former captain’s execution. The first time you witnessed it he didn’t explain it to you, just grabbed bottles and bottles of alcohol to drink with the crew while you waited for an explanation on why this was happening. It wasn’t until you wrangled him to bed after he was strutting around the ship, saying he was still a great swimmer even though he was a Devil Fruit power. Before he could jump over the ship to demonstrate this, you grabbed him by the back of the pants and dragged him to the bedroom for him to sober up and explain. 

Buggy slumped on the bed, not bothering to take his shoes off so you helped him. He giggled, face lighting up as you helped get him comfortable for the night.

“I got the best wifey.” 

“And I have the best hubby.” You chuckled as you glanced up at him. “Can you tell me now what the drinking is for?”

“I drink to my captain!” Buggy told you excitedly, pumping his fist up to the air. “H-He was executed on this day eight years ago! I drink in his honor and to hi-his memory!”

“Oh.” 

You didn’t question him further, just made sure he was comfortable that night. The years going forward, you made sure he was safe, had a reasonable amount of alcohol, and put him to bed. He never talked about it the next day, either because he didn’t want to or didn’t remember, you weren’t sure but you figured if he wanted to talk he would. 

~

You were eleven years into this marriage. It… it was fine. It wasn’t too exciting, nor was it incredibly boring. It was just fine for you. Buggy let you take on certain roles on the ship, mostly just making sure everyone looked their best in their clothes so long as he was the best dressed. He trusted you weren’t leaving him any longer, which made it easier for you to slip out of bed in the morning to start breakfast for the two of you.

It was just right.

This morning was no different. He had his fill of alcohol the night before at the local pub with some of the crew, leaving you on the ship for a peaceful night. Buggy managed to stumble his drunken self back to the ship without falling into the water. He was sleeping off the alcohol, head under the covers as he laid curled up next to you. You woke up with him in your arms, but you managed to slip away from him. You were going to wait to start breakfast, wanting to run out to the shops first to pick up some goods before the crowds started.

Buggy stirred, peeking out from under the blankets with a grumpy expression as you got dressed. He lifted his head up just a bit before letting it fall back on the pillows. “What’re you doing?”

“Getting dressed.” You told him, keeping your voice soft as you pulled your shirt on. “I’m going to get some things. Any special requests?”

Buggy nodded, mumbling something under the blankets. You walked over and pulled them back just enough for him to mutter it to you, asking for some apples and peanut butter. He finished the last jar a week ago and had been wanting it. You rolled your eyes and kissed him on the forehead. You needed to buy two and hide them from him, apparently the last jar wasn’t hidden well enough.

“I’ll grab that for you. Anything else?”

“D’you hafta go?” He whined softly. “I want cuddles.”

“I’ll be back, honey.” You assured him as you made sure the blankets were keeping him covered. “I’ll have breakfast ready for you when you wake up, okay?”

“Promise?” 

“Promise I’ll have breakfast-”

“Promise you’ll be back?” He lifted his head again, pouting up at you. 

“Oh, of course I’ll be back.” You chuckled softly as you kissed his forehead. “I’ll be gone for a few hours, honey, but I’ll be back.” 

He frowned sleepily but nodded, settling back down under the blankets. You gave his shoulder a squeeze and tucked the blankets around him once more before you grabbed your wallet and headed out. It shouldn’t take too long to collect what you needed, but you were excited to be at this village. You hadn’t been there in over twenty years and you wondered if there had been any changes to it.

And you enjoyed walking around as you collected your goods, putting them in your bags and basket as you chatted with the vendors about what they were selling, how the weather had been lately, just little things that weren’t related to piracy. You loved your life but having a conversation that wasn’t about what Richie had eaten the night before to upset his stomach was nice. 

Your last stop was for peanut butter which you found in a little shop near the docks. It was a cute little place, selling all kinds of tasty ingredients and foods, but you only bought the peanut butter, knowing you could easily go broke buying all the fancy ingredients in the shop. Maybe if Buggy ever became incredibly rich and had lots of treasure you could think of something like that.

You bid farewell to the shopkeep as you stepped out of the shop, not watching where you were going. Something bumped into you, startling you, and when you turned to apologize, your voice caught in your throat. As far as you were aware, you were very sober so what was this you were seeing in front of you?

“Hey, watch it!” The kid in front of you snapped, glaring daggers up at you. His blue hair and bright red nose was very familiar to you.

Oh, oh no, what was going on?

[officer-achilles]

What do we think the dancing abilities are for the Wolf 359 characters? Like are they good at it, bad at it, have specific dance moves they resort to?

I think Eiffel can only do really corny Dad dances. He'll do the macarena, the running man, the robot, shit like that. But other than that, he cannot dance to save his life.

Dr. Hilbert has never been super fond of dancing, though I like to imagine he was forced to take dance lessons as a really young child before the meltdown. He was probably learning traditional Russian folk dance, while his sister Olga was still alive she'd ask him to dance with her- and the second she died he never really tried dancing again. If you play one of the songs he and Olga danced to though, he'll automatically hum along and match a few of the basic steps before he realizes what he's doing.

Minkowski is a lover of musical theatre. I think she could have made it big- except she can't dance. At least, not in the theatrical style. I imagine she'd be adept at very systematic dance styles though, like the waltz and classic ballroom dance.

Lovelace can dance and was originally rather good at it. Her knee injury limited her ability to do more professional dance, but she can do a solid samba, cha-cha, or more free form styles of dance that are more about having fun and swaying your hips than technical prowess.

Kepler can dance. He can dance pretty much any style you ask of him. Including tap, hip-hop, ballet, breakdancing, jazz, and traditional Irish dance.

Maxwell can... move... she is pretty good at moving. She can do the wave, and the uh... the... uh... well... she can flail her arms a lot.

Jacobi can dance but only if he's in the following position. Ask him to lead and he trips over himself, but if someone else leads or instructs him then he's golden. Probably not actively good at swing dancing, but if he took the time to learn he'd be stellar at it.

Mr. Cutter knows how to waltz and that's about it.

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Hi 😊 I want to ask if you could write a story with Taron Egerton 😊 I have this idea of him surprising his wife with a gift of your choice and then she has a surprise for him that on the next Christmas there will be a little one joining at the table :) In the end you can make it a bit smutty if you want as a way of them enjoying the Christmas and celebrating the little bean in her belly 😊

Note: Thank you so much for all of your patience on this and thank you for your request, I had a lot of fun writing it. Please note that this is unedited as well.

Enjoy!

P.S: This is long and may not be as well edited as I thought. Please also note that this imagine mentions infertility, failed adoptions and pregnancy after a long time of trying. If this is triggering for you, please click away now.

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As the fireplace crackled and popped, emanating a warmth so cozy and delightful and the angelic instrumental soundings rang softly through the air, y/n took her time decorating the Christmas cookies that she had made that morning as a way to cope with how annoyed she was. She even went as far as pulling on one of her husband’s Christmas sweaters and a pair of his black sweatpants. Her feet were adorned with warm thick chunky socks, the same kind her grandfather used to wear on the days he was home and wanted to be cozy. It made her feel closer to him and she needed that today.

You see, Taron and y/n had been married for a long while now and had been trying for a baby of their own with no success. It got to the point where y/n was having huge meltdowns because she was sure that she was pregnant, only to find out that it was all in her head and her body had tricked her. She wanted to be a mother so badly, but it just wasn’t meant to be. So, the next step for the couple was to adopt a baby, to which they were so excited but there again was disappointment waiting for them at the end of it all. The young mother had at the very last minute decided that she wanted to keep her baby. Taron and y/n couldn’t fault her for wanting to keep the baby and give raising her a go.

Trying to adopt another baby and going through that process again was difficult, especially since y/n had received a call that morning confirming the fact that the baby she and Taron were hoping to adopt was no longer up for adoption. Y/n was so mad and so heartbroken. She had no idea what to do but she thanked the stars that Taron was out doing Christmas shopping with his sisters. It meant that she had time to process things on her own and it also meant that Taron could spend time with the two precious girls he loved so much.

Putting the last cookie down, y/n looked around and sighed to herself. She just had accept that she and Taron would never be parents in the way that they’d hoped. Sure they had godchildren and his siblings, but it wasn’t the same. She wanted so badly to be able to carry a child within her, to feel their movements and kicks, to pick out a name for them, to buy things for them, to build a nursery for them. To hold them and love them until she could no longer. She wanted to give this to Taron, but it just wasn’t to be. Infertility truly sucked and there was nothing they could do, even though they tried everything in their power.

“Siri, play O Holy night.” Y/n called out, hoping that somehow, her grandfather’s most favorite Christmas song would help soothe her even further than the warm chunky socks she was wearing.

As the song started to play, y/n closed her eyes and thought of when she was a child and would stay with her grandparents around the holidays. Her grandmother would bake cookies and have the house all decorated with family heirlooms of Christmases past. The room she would stay in even had it’s own Christmas tree that y/n was allowed to decorate herself with all the special ornaments that her grandparents had bought just for her. She thought of the nights she watched her grandparents dance slowly to the crooning of Judy garland, Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby and others. It warmed her heart and showed her what to hold out for in a relationship. Everything about the Christmas season was supposed to be a time of joy, not sorrow.

Slowly, y/n opened her eyes and smiled to herself. Sure, kids may not be in the plan for her and Taron, but she had him and that’s all that mattered. Him and the slow dancing they’d do every night before bed as a way to connect with each other and just feel close to one another. It was magic for her and always made her heart happy. He was her world and as long as she had him, everything would be ok.

Standing up and walking to the kitchen to make herself another cup of hot chocolate, y/n’s phone rang. She pulled the device from her pocket and saw a facetime request from Taron. She chuckled and hit the green button. Soon his face appeared on the screen with Mari and Rosie sitting on either side of him. They had grown so much, and it always blew y/n’s mind when she saw them after a while.

“Hello you three. Are you having fun?” Y/n asked as she smiled at the trio. Mari and Rosie nodded their heads and Taron, well he rolled his eyes. Y/n could tell that it was done in playful jest.

“We got lots of last presents and we even got gingerbread house kits.” Mari told her sister-in-law gleefully, making y/n laugh. She loved Mari’s innocence, especially when it came to Christmas. Everything was new for her, even if she had celebrated the season before.

“That sounds like great fun. I’m glad you could do this today.” She told them but Taron could tell that something was off.

“Everything ok?” He asked. Y/n nodded and gave him her best convincing smile. He wasn’t sure but knew to leave it since the girls were with him.

“Listen, I have food in the oven for tonight so I’m going to that, and I’ll see you all later. I love you.” Y/n replied. It wasn’t a lie; she really did have food in the oven, but she truthfully just wanted to mope around the house some more so that it was mostly out of her system by the time that Taron got home.

“Ok love. Have fun. We love you too.” Taron said as the girls waved and blew kisses to y/n.

Y/n smiled warmly and waved back. Suddenly the screen went black, and she went back to her moping. Well, not really. She pulled the now cooked food out of the oven, turned the oven off and went to have a nap.

=

A couple hours later, y/n had woken up from her nap. She did feel better but the dream she had was surreal and made her wonder if it was more of a premonition than anything.

It was Christmas the next year and she and Taron were watching on as their baby was passed around like a parcel at a party. It was so vivid that y/n could see everything. The decorations, the house, the clothes that everyone was wearing and more so, she could see what their baby looked like. A beautiful mix of her and her husband.

The dream may have shaken y/n, but she wanted so desperately to believe that this was a premonition and not a falsehood that her mind had made up because of the unfortunate she received that morning. So, mustering up her courage, she took out her very last pregnancy test and went to the bathroom on very very shaky legs.

She took the test, closed the cap and waited for three minutes. Three very long and torturous minutes. She sat down on the edge of the tub and began picking at the skin around her fingers. Oh how she wished she wasn’t alone right now.

Just before the three-minute mark, her phone rang. It was Taron.

“Hi babe, how are you?” Y/n asked as calmly as she could, as to not give anything away.

“I’m alright but I’m calling to let you know that the girls and I are going to wrap gifts, which means I’ll be home later than I wanted to be.” Taron explained. Y/n smiled.

“Taron, stay as long as you want. I’ll be here when you get back.” Y/n replied.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes.” Y/n answered, looking down at the covered test on the counter. She wondered if she should tell Taron or keep it to herself in the smallest and slight chance that they were finally having a baby.

“What about dinner?” He asked, making y/n chuckle and look away from their possible future.

“Don’t worry about that T. I can always heat things up.” Y/n told him.

“I love you so much, Cariad.” He replied.

“I love you too, Taron. Now please, tell your mam and Guy I said hi and go have fun gift wrapping.” Y/n said warmly.

“I will and y/n?” Taron asked once more.

“Yes Taron?” Y/n questioned in reply.

“Whatever was bothering you earlier, just know that I’m here and it will work out. I promise.” He said, unknowingly calming her racing heart and nervous feelings.

“Thank you baby.” Y/n replied as they both bid their final goodbyes and hung up.

Y/n placed her phone on the counter and looked back at the test. She took a deep breath and just as she was about to uncover the results, she felt comforting hands on her back the way her grandparents would place their hands on her back when she was sad, scared or just needed comforting. This made her smile as she realized that were with her.

Y/n closed her eyes and removed the wrapper before slowly opening her eyes. She gasped and tears cascaded down her cheeks with pure joy and elation. She was pregnant. Taron was right, everything was going to work out.

=

From the moment that y/n found out about the baby, she grew giddy with happiness. She hardly knew what to do with herself. She had so many ideas over the years of how she was going to tell Taron but now, non of them felt good enough. This had to be special and memorable. Something neither of them would forget. Something worth telling this baby in the future when they asked how y/n told their dad that she was pregnant with them.

Frantically, y/n surfed Pinterest in the hopes that she would find something, but it was no use. All the ideas were good but seemed to cliché and too easy. He’d know right away, and she didn’t want that. She wanted a true surprise.

Y/n looked down at her belly and smiled as the tears grew once again. She placed her hand over her belly and felt a warmth spread through her body. She was actually pregnant. She and Taron had their miracle baby and what better season to find out than Christmas.

That’s when it came to her.

Y/n jumped back onto her laptop as soon as she hid all traces of the test from plain sight. She scrambled to find everything she needed for Taron’s Christmas Eve surprise.

=

The next morning, Y/n woke up to Taron puttering around the kitchen making breakfast. Of course he was typically dressed in his Christmas pajama onesie. The same one she was wearing and the same one she had found online the previous night and bought for the baby for next Christmas. It was only part of his gift, but she was so excited to be able to tell him. Only a few hours to go now.

“Morning baby.” Y/n greeted as she walked behind Taron and wrapped her arms around his waist, watching him as he flipped the French toast.

“How’d you sleep last night?” Taron asked as he set the spatula down and turned to face his wife.

“Pretty good. What about you?” Y/n asked but she already knew the answer.

Taron had always loved Christmas, but he loved Christmas eve even more because it meant family time and getting to open a gift before bed. There of course was more that he loved but opening an early gift was pretty damn sweet to Taron. He couldn’t wait to see what he’d get this year.

“I didn’t really sleep. Too excited for lunch at mam’s and dinner here with you.” He answered, making y/n nod her head and chuckle.

“I figured. You kept tossing and turning last night.” Y/n replied, looking up at him lovingly.

Taron smiled down at her and lowered his head so that he could kiss her lips ever so softly, in only the way that he could. Y/n loved that about him. No matter how passionate they were being, somehow and some way, his kisses always remained soft and delicate.

“I love you.” They both whispered as they pulled away from their kiss.

“Breakfast is ready. You hungry?” Taron asked, breaking the silence.

“Do you even have to ask. Of course I am.” She replied enthusiastically.

Y/n adored it when Taron cooked. He was good at it and everything he made always tasted beyond heavenly.

“Let’s eat then because I have plans for you and I before we leave for mam’s.” Taron said with a wink.

“Oh god, what now? Not ice skating again cause I am not, and I repeat not spending another night in A&E.” Y/n moaned, remembering how Taron broke his ankle in three places.

“Oh fuck no. Trimalleolar fractures are not fun, and I don’t intend on having it happen on the other foot, thanks.” He cringed, remembering the amount of pain he was in.

“Ok then. What do you planned for us?” Y/n asked, taking a bite of the toast and fruit on her plate.

“I thought that we could go and get massages together and maybe get a hot chocolate after and then head to mam’s for lunch. What do you think?” Taron asked, gaging y/n’s reaction.

She started tearing up. He was so thoughtful and sweet. The gesture meant so much to her as he knew she had been feeling the weight of the recent adoption failures.

“Aww love, don’t cry.” He cooed, reaching across the table to hold her hand. She sniffled and smiled at him.

“It just sounds so good to me, that’s all.” She assured him.

“Positive?” He asked, wanting to make absolute sure that she was ok.

Y/n nodded.

“I’m sure, honey. I’m ok.” She replied, making him smile in return.

=

Breakfast had now been consumed, dishes had been done and Taron and y/n had gotten themselves ready; and they were out the door and on their way to the massage place. Y/n couldn’t wait. She was so excited to have this done but she also made a mental note to somehow let the massage therapist know that she was pregnant without Taron fining out.

Once they arrived, the couple were told to take a seat as everything was still being set up. Y/n was secretly grateful that she and Taron were going to be in separate rooms from each other. It meant that she would be able to tell her therapist that she was pregnant without someone’s ears hearing the news before they should.

Taron held onto y/n’s hand and ran his thumb along the back of it gently.

“Hmmm, that feels so good.” Y/n said, noting the small gesture.

Taron chuckled and looked at her.

“I think we both need this. The past couple years have been pretty crazy.” He said, making y/n nod her head in agreement.

“You fucking say that again.” She replied.

Before either of them could say anything else, they were whisked away into their rooms and told to make themselves comfortable on the tables, ready for their massage therapists.

“Um, I actually have a question.” Y/n shyly asked one of the receptionists.

“What can I help you with?” The older lady asked friendly.

“I just found out that I’m having a baby and I read that there are certain positions that I shouldn’t lay in. Is there anyway I-“ Y/n started explaining.

The receptionist smiled brightly.

“Absolutely. I’ll go let your therapist know and then when she comes in, we can get you situated properly.” The lady spoke.

“Thank you so much.” Y/n replied as the lady walked out of the room.

Y/n remained in her spot as she waited and thankfully, she didn’t to wait too long for someone to come in.

“Hello, I’m Ava.”

“Hi.” Y/n replied as Ava moved around the room looking for the maternity items she needed for her.

“Alright, so if you get onto the table and lay on your back, I can slide this pillow under you, and we can get started.” Ava explained as she helped y/n.

The massage soon began, and y/n was sure she had never felt this light and relaxed in her life.

“Shit that felt good.” Y/n mumbled as she and Taron left the building and got settled into the car again.

“It really did. I think I even fell asleep. What about you?” Taron replied.

Y/n chuckled. Only Taron would fall asleep during something like that.

“I think I might just leave you for Ava. Her handy work was a million times better.” Y/n teased, earning a shocked gasp from Taron and a wide-eyed look.

“Are you challenging me?” He quipped.

Y/n shrugged.

“Maybe.” She smirked.

“Alright cheeky. Hot chocolate and mam’s.” Taron said as he started the car and turned the heat on; and began singing with the songs that played through the stereo speakers.

“Can we skip this bloody song, for the love of fuck.” Y/n gripped. She had well and truly had it with John Lennon’s rendition of the war is over. It was one of the songs she hated having to listen to at Christmas time.

“Spoil sport.” Taron mumbled playfully.

“You know how much I hate the song Taron.” Y/n said with humorlessly.

Taron was a little taken back at her tone.

“Are you ok?” Taron asked as he switched the station.

Y/n nodded.

“I’m sorry. It just irritates me.” Y/n said as she took hold of Taron’s left hand after it had left the radio button.

“No need to be sorry. We’re good.” He replied with a large smile on his face.

Soon they were pulling up to Tina’s and it was the greatest feeling ever. It gave her a sense of belonging. A sense of coming home to a family that loved and accepted her for who she was.

“I’m so glad you could come.” Tina cried as she ran outside and threw her arms around her daughter-in-law’s neck in a warm motherly embrace.

Y/n closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. It was something she’d never take for granted again, especially since they almost lost Tina last year.

“I’m glad that we could as well.” Y/n said back as Tine broke the hug and walked inside with Taron and y/n following behind her like little ducklings.

Once they were inside with the coziness and the smell of freshly backed food and treats, Mari came running toward the couple for all she was worth.

“You made it.” She cheered, throwing her arms around her bother and y/n’s legs goofily.

The couple laughed in unison as Guy came around the corner with a beer in his hand.

“C’mon Maz, they just got in. Give them a chance to get settled, yeah.” Guy chided.

Mari listened to an extent and removed her right arm from y/n’s legs but then moved it so that she was now fully hugging her brother’s legs.

Guy simply rolled his eyes while y/n and Taron just laughed.

“You three have fun. I’m going to see if Tina needs help.” Y/n said as she walked off in the direction of the kitchen.

=

Entering the kitchen, y/n saw Tina tossing the cranberries into the salad that she had made. It made her heart happy to know that Tina was still with them and as strong as ever. She was a feisty woman and knew how to fight. She had to do it plenty when Taron was a boy.

“Hello missy.” Tina said, not glancing up from the food.

Y/n beamed at the nickname. It was one that Tina had given her when they first met. It was one that she was going to cherish for the rest of her life. It meant a lot to her.

“Need any help?” Y/n asked, coming to stand next to Tina.

“If you could pour the gravy into the gravy boat and put the cranberry sauce into the bowl, that would be great.” Tina replied.

Y/n nodded and got to work adding things where they needed to be.

“Mam, help me.” Taron cried from the living room.

Both y/n and Tina looked at each other and then dashed for him. When they reached the room, they saw both Rosie and Mari tackling him and even Nelly and Goldie had gotten in on the action and were trying mercilessly to lick Taron’s face.

And Guy? He of course was documenting it by taking copious amounts of photos for memory sake.

“He seems ok to me.” Y/n said to Tina through her laughter.

“Am not!” Taron shouted into the carpet in the hopes that it would deter the dogs, but it didn’t work.

Mari had gotten of her brother for a split second before jumping on him hard enough to make him lift his head and groan loudly, giving Nelly ample access to his face.

“Ok Mari, I think that’s enough. You’re going to hurt your brother.” Tina said as she ushered the girls away.

“But we were having fun.” Mari whined as she and Rosie were told to wash up for lunch.

With Taron still laying on his belly trying to fight the dogs away, y/n took her chance and laid right on top of him, making sure to teasingly jab his ribs with her elbow.

“Oi you.” Taron whined as he wriggled to try and get away from her.

“What? I didn’t do anything.” Y/n chuckled.

“Yes you did. You elbowed me.” Taron said as he turned his head to face her and jutted his lip out in a pout.

“Aww, you poor baby.” Y/n cooed as she leaned in and began peppering his face with kisses, making the 33-year-old laugh heartily.

“Lunch!” Tina called, rescuing her son yet again but this time from the amount of love his wife was smothering him with. The laughter warming her heart.

Taron and y/n stood up and walked hand in hand to join the others.

=

Lunch was enjoyed by everyone. Taron’s uncle Phil had made the Turkey and stuffing just as he always had, Tina had made her special dishes and this year, Mari, Rosie and Guy had made a very special dessert that included four different types of chocolate, tons and tons of colourful sprinkles thanks to Mari. Of course the cookies that y/n had made and decorated had sat cutely in the middle of all the wonderful dessert spread.

Now, almost 4 hours later, the couple were ready for their special and annual Christmas Eve dinner.

“I enjoyed that. It was so fun.” Y/n said as she and Taron moved around the kitchen getting everything ready.

What Taron didn’t know was that y/n had planned for them to ‘run out’ of egg nog, which was an essential part of their meal.

“Taron, there’s no egg nog.” Y/n said as she searched the fridge, making it look legit.

“Well there was some this morning.” He said.

“Where, cause I’m telling you right now, there is nothing there.” She said, motioning to the fridge.

Taron sighed and walked to the fridge and sure enough, y/n was right.

“How long until the food is done?” Taron asked.

“About 15 minutes.” She replied.

“Ok, I’ll go right now and get some more.” He said, hurrying to get his coat on.

“Thank you honey, I love you.” Y/n said as she helped him.

Taron smiled and gave her a quick kiss before heading out the door. Y/n waved to him and then got to work setting everything up.

She placed the baby items where she wanted them and then she went over to the tree and placed the special ornament on it that she had bought a few years ago when they first started trying.

Y/n was very pleased with her handy work and by the time Taron got back from the egg nog run, she had set the table with a setting for her, a setting for Taron and a setting for the baby. She even went as far as putting a small little glass next the baby sized plate.

She smiled to herself as Taron entered the house, shaking off the snow that had begun falling.

“Never again. It’s bloody busy out there.” He grumbled, handing the drink to his wife, kicking off his boots and getting settled.

“At least we have some now and you’re back in good timing too because dinner is all ready.” Y/n said as she walked to their dining table.

Taron followed behind her soon after and sat down his place, not even noticing the extra place.

Y/n and Taron dug soon dug into their food and oh boy did they enjoy it and to y/n’s dismay, Taron didn’t really notice anything different about the table set up. In his defence though, the table had so many delicious food dishes on it, that it was hard to notice anything else.

“So, what’s your Christmas wish this year?” Y/n asked as took more mashed potatoes.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.” Taron said with a hint of mischief in his eye.

Y/n blushed and looked down at her food.

“I love it when you blush.” Taron said, only making y/n blush harder.

“Changing the subject, I can’t wait to see what you got me for Christmas.” Y/n said.

Taron winked at her and smirked.

“Oh god Taron, you horny bastard.” Y/n replied making Taron laugh out loud.

“Oh hush, you know you love it.” He said.

Y/n rolled her eyes and continued eating, as did Taron.

=

When dinner was done and Taron and y/n were cozy in their Christmas pajamas once again, they settled in front of the tv to watch their (Taron’s) favorite Christmas movie, ‘A Muppet Christmas Carol.’

Y/n cuddled into Taron’s side as he sang along with the songs and laughed at the funny parts. To y/n watching the movie wasn’t the best thing of the season, it was Taron’s adorable reactions to the movie that made it the best.

Taron noticed that his wife had been staring at him and smiling. He looked down at her and frowned in confusion.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. Can’t a girl just admire her handsome husband?” Y/n asked in reply.

It was Taron’s turn to blush and go all shy.

“Yeah, you can but why?” He asked softly.

“Because I love you and just want to look at you.” She replied truthfully.

“Love you too.” He repeated and turned back to the tv, but y/n took the remote from his hands and paused it again.

“Hey.” Taron whined. He just wanted to watch the movie.

“Don’t hey me. I’m bored and want to open gifts.” Y/n said, now feeling impatient for Taron’s reaction to the baby news.

“We can do that after the movie is done.” Taron replied.

Y/n sighed and got off the sofa.

“C’mon, please. I really want to see what you got for me.” She whined.

Taron chuckled.

“Then we’ll never finish the movie.” He responded.

Y/n didn’t say anything, instead she gave him her best and biggest puppy eyes that she could muster. Did it work? Not at first but as she sighed and slumped her shoulders walking back to him in defeat, looking genuinely gutted, he gave in and stood up to retrieve his gift for her.

“Here, Merry Christmas.” He said, feeling bad.

Y/n smiled at him and took the gift bag.

“Thank you.” She said as he sat next to her and put the blanket back over their laps.

“You’re welcome. I hope you like it.” He replied.

Y/n moved the tissue paper out of the way and pulled out a small box. She furrowed her brow. The way he went on about his gift made her think that it was lingerie or something of that sort, but it appeared that she was wrong.

She continued opening the gift and when she got to the contents, her smile faltered.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?” Taron asked, feeling a tad hurt.

Y/n looked at him.

“No, I do but I wasn’t expecting this. That’s all.” She replied as she surveyed the item.

Taron didn’t look convinced.

“Please don’t look so sad Taron. I really do love the wallet.” She told him, putting her gift down so that she could place her hands on his stubbled cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him.

“You sure you like it?” He asked after they pulled apart.

Y/n nodded and smiled.

“I can’t wait to use it.” She told him honestly.

He smiled smally at her in return as she got up to get her gift for him. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.

“I know it looks big but it’s really not. It’s the only box the store had.” She explained, sitting down beside him just as he had done minutes before.

“The box puts mine to shame.” Taron said as he opened the lid.

“Yours isn’t shameful Taron.” Y/n said, waiting for his reaction.

“I made it you know.” He replied.

“Made what?” She asked.

Taron stopped what he was doing and looked at y/n.

“The box and the wallet.” He answered.

Y/n was surprised.

“Truly?” She asked and he nodded.

“It was some leather workshop thing that Dien thought would be fun to for his stag.” Taron said.

“See, that’s not shameful, that’s impressive Taron.” Y/n replied.

She had to laugh inwardly as the date of Dien’s stag do also happened to be the night that she and Taron conceived their Christmas miracle.

“Thanks. We had to make the boxes too.” He said.

“Well, you did a great job honey. Thank you.” She countered, gently patting his blanket clad knee.

“You’re welcome.” He said before going back to opening his gift.

Y/n watched and waited as Taron took layer upon layer of tissue paper out of the box and placed it on the coffee table, ready to be folded back up.

“What the hell do you have in here?” He asked.

“Your gift, dummy.” She replied, making him scoff playfully.

“I know that but why so mu-“ He started to say as he removed the last piece of tissue paper and saw what was inside. Things that once belonged to him. Things that he didn’t think he’d see again.

“Where’d you find these?” Taron asked.

“Your mam found them when she was going through the attic. She called me and asked if we’d like them. I said yes and decided that it would make a good gift.” Y/n explained. Taron placed the box on the coffee table and leaned forward, throwing his arms around his wife in a tight hug.

“I love it, thank you.” He said, pulling away.

“You’re welcome but there’s more.” She said.

Taron’s brow furrowed and he picked the box back up and dug through it until his eyes landed on two smaller wrapped gifts.

“That’s not fair, I only gave you one gift when I get three.” He said, making y/n smile.

“Just shut up and open them.” She replied.

Taron chuckled and did as he was told. First beginning with the wrapping that contained a smaller version of his and y/n’s Christmas pajamas.

“Aww, that’s cute.” He said, not thinking anything of it. He just figured it was for their future adopted baby.

“I think so too which is why I got it.” Y/n replied as she watched Taron begin to open the pregnancy test.

When he ripped open the end with the blue cap, his heart stopped. Surely this was some cruel prank. He stopped and locked eyes with y/n who now had her phone up, most likely filming him or taking photos.

“Please tell me this isn’t a prank.” He said, very much on the verge of tears.

“It’s not a prank.” Y/n replied, giggling in nervousness.

“It’s not?” Taron asked as the tears began spilling from his eyes and cascading down his cheeks.

Y/n shook her head as Taron dropped the test and buried his face in his hands and started hysterically crying, making y/n’s own tears fall from her eyes.

She knew that his reaction would be a good one, but she had no idea that he’d start crying the way that he was now. It made her feel bad.

Y/n turned her phone off, set it down and moved to wrap her arms around Taron’s still crying body.

“Oh love.” Y/n whispered, rubbing Taron’s back in consolation.

“I’m so happy.” Taron cried as he hid his face in y/n shoulder.

“Is this better then that Christmas wish you didn’t want to tell me? Y/n teased joyfully.

“This was the wish.” He sniffled, composing himself long enough to give his wife the biggest kiss he could muster.

“I could love you more than I do in this moment.” Taron said as he broke the kiss and tucked strands of hair behind y/n’s ears. He was over the moon with this life changing news.

“I feel the same, but you want to know something funny?” Y/n replied. Taron nodded.

“Sure.” He said as he sniffled once more.

Y/n dug into her pocket and pulled out a tissue and handed it to Taron.

“If I did my math correctly, the wallet and it’s box weren’t the only things you made that day.” Y/n told him, chuckling.

Taron blew his nose and laughed as well.

“You know what I think?” He asked.

“What?” Y/n said.

“I think we should turn the movie off and celebrate.” He replied, leaning in to place his lips upon y/n’s in a tender yet lust filled kiss.

“Yes please.” Y/n muttered as Taron’s lips hovered over hers tantalizingly.

“Merry Christmas baby.” Taron replied, finally placing his lips on hers once more.

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[letoasai]

So I’ve caught up on “your hand I held” and it’s now going to be all I think about. Thank you for that.

Question about the strifehart fluff series though, I noticed that baby Sora has some things he appears to be bottling up. Do you think there is ever a time when Squall and Cloud maybe don’t catch it before it explodes? Or was there a specific incident that led to them making sure to check that he wasn’t taking on everyone else’s emotional problems?

Seriously loving everything you write!❤️❤️

I'm so glad you're enjoying that story! I'm thinking it'll only have a handful of chapters left. Then maybe i'll go back to the Secrets series... I think the short answer is yes, something like likely brewing. Squall and Cloud do their best and they're great dads but it's impossible to catch everything. Seven kids is a lot to monitor too.

Baby Sora has heard all his life that he was the happy twin, the happy kid, the Strifehart that smiles biggest, and while no one meant anything too deep by those comments, baby Sora has translated that into being his job. He'll be the chatty one so his brothers and sister and decompress in their own way and at this point, he's really too young to even know he's doing it. Cloud's accident is really one of the first times it's being noticed. Sora not being the loud one, and instead just wanting to listen to Reiku read is definitely something Squall noted.

He doesn't have the trauma of Canon Sora, but it's still a small callback on Sora's over all personality. Smile to fly the gummiship. Smile so others don't worry. Smile, even though you lost your childhood. Smile, even though you lost a year of your life. Smile, you only keep ending up places alone, or unintentionally belittled by your peers. Sora does bottle things up, but baby Strifehart Sora doesn't have all that fortunately. It's going to be easier for his dads to be there for him.

Smiling for show is such a theme in Your Hand I Held, too.

I'm rambling! But my child needs a hug and someone to talk to. There probably will be a future meltdown for him, but probably not until he's older. I believe he's...10 in the most recent chapters.

There's definitely a meltdown planned for older Riku. ^^

Sorry for going on and on! I can talk about the Strifeharts for ages.

[nerdy-prudes-must-age-regress]

hi! Here's my ocs age regress head cannons (I'm sorry it's so long I've grown so attached to them)

Katrina Kacey and kelly age regress headcannons

Katrina:

-she's 35 and regresses 10-12

-even regressed she still feels the need to protect her sisters (there home life is terrible)

-she loves to talk. She hardly ever does on a regular day cause she's deaf in one ear which makes conversation scary for her so when she's little she will talk about anything and everything for hours cause she's not bothered by her deafness as much

-her primary cgs are linda gerald Gary and becky-when she regresses wiggly will kinda show up and regress with her (that's a whole other list of headcannons I can send if you want)

-she loves to build. Like Linda and gerald have bought her like every lego friends set in existence

-whenever she’s little she goes to the monroe house cause it's kinda like an escape for her since it's so different from her everyday life

-linda and gerald even made her her dream kids room

-sometimes she'll play with river. But the other boys make her nervous

-sometimes when she gets really exhausted from talking gerald will carry her to her room and linda or Becky (sometimes Gary when it's just him and gerald) will cuddle with her while she rests

-likes to be called Katty darling and sweetheart

Next is kacey

-kacey is 28 and regresses 6-9

-she works at ccrp. She never wanted anyone to know but one day ted was being well Ted and she had a deadline she didn't know about and started regressing so she ran off mid conversation with Charlotte and Bill. They followed her and thats how they found out

-eventually they helped her tell paul and emma

-her cgs are obviously Charlotte bill Paul and emma

-once Mr Davidson and Melissa took care of her while the others were away on a business trip. They don't speak of it cause she's embarrassed

-she likes to be sang to so Charlotte and Bill will sing to her when she gets tired

-she has terrible arthritis so bad most of the time she needs crutches or even a wheelchair to get around so when the pain gets really bad she has terrible meltdowns.

-these meltdowns are the reason Charlotte bought a weighted blanket and multiple heat pads (the pressure and heat makes the pain more bearable)

-she hates uses her crutches when little so Bill or Paul usually have to carry her around

-she likes painting and drawing when little so she'll set up in Charlotte or bills living room with a movie and just draw or paint for hours

-she has a service dog that somehow just knows when she needs to regress and immediately grabs one of her cg

-for some reason she'll also just like Lay on her back on the floor and stare at the ceiling they aren't really sure why but she giggles a lot when she does it so they're fine with it

-she also loves playing superheros with paul and emma

-she likes to be called ace kid and sweety

Finally kelly:

-she's 18 and regresses anywhere from 1 to 5

-primary gcs are steph grace pete Ruth and sometimes miss holloway and duke

-she was scared for her friends to find out but then she found out Richie regressed and slipped in front of them and they were so sweet about it cause she regressed pretty young

-she does not talk at all when little. She doesn't talk a ton anyway but when little she goes completely non verbal will not make a sound

-she likes when grace sings to her even though it's church songs

-most of the time she'll just sit in front of the TV with one of her cartoons on

-her favs are bluey and backyardigans

-she's blind in her left eye so whenever she walks she gets way more clumsy and will just run into walls

-they are all very concerned so someone usually pete has to go with her wherever she goes

-she also gets very picky and will only eat like stephs grilled cheese sandwiches and ruths French fries

-she likes to be called kels bub and angel

Again sorry it's so long your the first person I've told about them and they are precious to me. Thank you for bring a safe space!

OH MYYY I HEART THEM ALLL <333 also. Wiggly. I heard about wiggly. Say more :3

And, it’s completely ok! I get a tad bit overwhelmed from long messages w/o warning so Ty!! And, lastly, your absolutely welcome! I believe every fandom deserves a safe space for anyone(or at least to the non-toxic side), and I want to be someone to help with that <3

[t1erradelfuego]

good evening. it is 22:18 pm. my flight leaves in 14 hours. i spoke 2 the moon today and she said that i can't start packing until i get rid of the worms in my brains and the narratives in my heart in the form of ao3 formatted fic ideas that rotate in my mind at the speed of light.

broken window serenade [matthew tkachuk/leon draisaitl] alternate universe - yellowstone fusion, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, internalized homophobia, cowboys & ranch hands Everyone knows the Tkachuks around here. They own the biggest ranch south of Montana, hundreds of hectares of grazing land nestled on the border in between Missouri and Nebraska. Leon's been a part of the ranch since before he could even ride a horse. He knows this place better than the back of his hand, knows his way around the business and the politics that come with being Keith Tkachuk's right-hand man and the leader of the ranch hands. So it's not a problem at all when Keith falls ill and the ranch is left to Brady and him in the meantime. Not a problem at all, when Matthew shows up for the first time in eleven years, like Leon hadn't spent the same amount of time convincing himself that Matthew was a figment of his imagination. That he didn't leave him in the middle of the night, didn't ruin everything and everyone else for Leon after that.

more notes: my toxic white middle age conservative trait is that i love yellowstone. look the show is Not The Best but WHATEVER i fucking love cowboy hats so much and i think for the benefit of my health i need to imagine leon draisaitl on a horse. anyways leon is a poor little canadian-german orphan (do NOT ask me how he got to missouri) who has been a part of the ranch since he was young, growing up with matthew as their friendship turned from deeply codependent childhood besties into fucking around together. and then matthew leaves one morning after he comes out to his dad and disappears for the next 11 years which ruins leon. and now keith's in the hospital with a stroke and matthew's back and leon just wants to run him over with a horse! something about the sincerity of childhood relationships and also the first bond you make in a new and strange place and the idea of being each other's comfort. and having that all taken away from you without a choice. and having it walk back into your life dressed in a business casual suit. there is also the version of this that exists. from matthew's perspective but like. always more narratively interesting to dig into the one who got left behind.

so good at being trouble [jack hughes/nico hischier] rule 63, alternate universe - celebrity, jack hughes is not a hockey player, getting together, secret relationship, mixed media, outsider POV, Pop Base @popbase Jack Hughes spotted with Nico Hischier, captain of the New Jersey Devils (NHL), at dinner in Los Angeles.

more notes: i'm not even a swiftie but the travis kelce and taylor swift of it all REALLY got to me. and then trevor's whole thing with the tiktok influencer and getting publicized via alex's ig is sooooo. and the wag christmas pics. i'm in shambles island over here. i'm gnawing on a bone that is pop star/professional athlete of it all. i want jack to show up slyly in the pictures and nobody knows if she's there because of luke or because of nico. i thought this would be full pov fic but it is so much more tastier as a mixed media/snippets in between type of fic because i want nothing more than to lean into the media machine that haunts their relationship. also luke having a meltdown that his captain and his sister are dating.

love is no island [trevor zegras/jamie drysdale], alternate universe - not a hockey player, love island fusion, getting together, no shirts no shoes but trevor still gets service, It was a joke, but it wasn't really a joke, because Trevor had been single for too long when he saw a post advertising Love Island applications appear on his phone. He's never been out of luck before, doesn't really know what to do without something to occupy his time and his hands. Even his social media algorithm knows this. It had been the best idea of his life. Then again, everything sounds like the best idea of his life after six shots and a fruity cocktail on an empty stomach.

more notes: ok i binged love island s6 throughout thanksgiving break and i've been thinking about the similarity of being put in a high-stakes fast paced environment and the semblance of intimacy that it creates in hockey and in love island. i'm thinking very deeply of trevor who can't sort his private vs public feelings and is also scared that this means nothing to jamie, whose friends signed him up on a lark and doesn't actually want to be here. nothing much to do but to fall in love and it feels a little too inevitable and maybe too easy. they sweep the voting and win the grand prize and fly back and go. oh. now what.

like the best that you've had [trevor zegras/jamie drysdale] rule 63, women in the NHL, 2023-2024 NHL season, getting together, "So like," Mason starts, having slowly skated his way over to Jamie as they're doing cool down laps. Practice ended an hour ago, but Trevor wanted extra reps at defending and to torture Mason for whatever reason, and it turned into keep and chase that ended with Trevor straddling Jamie, trying to face wash him on the ice. "You and Trevor a thing, huh?" They weren't particularly subtle if Mason's figured it out in his first practice with the team. Jamie blushes. "Oh. Good luck." Mason nods sagely, patting Jamie on the back before skating away quickly.

more notes: girl trevor is a female coyote who's ready to EAT. deeply inspired by top dog by magdalena bay. i've been thinking about the dynamics of women in the nhl (see: bingo board) for a long time and trevor would make the best girl in the game, so deeply sure about herself, loudly wants and hasn't ever felt shy a day in her life. i keep thinking about how jamie would go insane. specifically i wanna pick away at the dynamic that is being deeply in love with someone that everyone keeps telling you not to fall in love with. not that there's anything wrong with girl trevor but she looks like she chews on boys' heart for fun and spits them out clean as a whistle after. and she does! the first three months of living together, jamie runs into way too many guys that look heartbroken while getting kicked out like!

call this place my home [matthew tkachuk/leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid] rule 63, accidental pregnancy, developing relationship, polyamorous relationship, alternate universe, 2022-2023 NHL season Leon and Connor have been tied on the leaderboard for the past week, like they can't figure out who should win the Art Ross trophy this season, passing the puck back and forth in between them on the way to the net. They did the same to Matthew during Toronto, because they always liked sharing everything. Now she's staring at a positive pregnancy test. Go figure.

more notes: saving the best for last because THIS IS SO FUCK NASTY AND INDULGENT, i am not above this apparently. look i keep thinking about matthew getting pregnant and deciding to keep it and not knowing who's the father is and haha well the three of them have been. sort of a thing anyways. for the past year so maybe they should just? not figure out? and she's going to miss the rest of the season anyways so she might as well stay in edmonton. the baby's got to have canadian citizenship. surely. also german citizenship. the baby will play for team usa though. i think there are a lot of fun questions to explore like how do you acknowledge you are in a deeply committed polyamorous relationship and also how does having a kid change that. also how does having a kid change YOU and your own definition of love. how do you learn to put faith and hope into the wide changing world and trust that you will be okay no matter what happens. the pregnancy is actually a metaphor, you see,

[rihabe]

hello! ♥

hiiii everyoneeee i am not new, this is carly, (bejoomi/benayoung) back with that new muse i was talking about when i dropped ahyoung, may she rest in piece. i believe riha is the girl muse that has Spoken To Me the most of any girl i've ever had, so i have high hopes of her sticking around and also breathing some much needed new life into my time rping! third time for a third muse is the charm right 😭

here is miss riha's about page that has everything you could hope to know about her! tbh i think some things have changed since i made it so i will be...reviewing it and updating it shortly. i'll give some info about her and some plot ideas under the cut as well, so defer to this for now! please like this if you'd like to plot w riha ♥ tyty i am excited!

ABOUT

riha was born in seoul, '00 liner, softest scorpio you will ever meet

she has an older brother and younger sister. her mom started having kids quite young. her dream was to become a musician but she had to give it up to be a Mom (and also a waitress, get that money etc etc)

riha's dad is a pro football (soccer) player, he was up and coming when she was born but is quite popular now

her family was actually normal for the most part [gasp] dad was a bit absent because he was more interested in his career but he wasn't a bad guy

riha's maternal grandparents took care of the kids a lot but grandma passed away when riha was quite young and didn't rly understand what was going on

dad put all the kids into Active Things as early as he could and mom fell in love with a Sports Guy so she was all for it too

riha got put in ballet but her brother was in Rough Sports and riha was like no. i wanna do that. if i bite one of the girls in my dance class will it prove i'm tough enough for soccer

eventually the parentals relented and bitch was and is so indecisive she tried Everything

she liked soccer most but ended up playing tennis, volleyball, and swimming most bc #misogyny

she was very friendly growing up, did quite well in school, but wasn't Spectacular u know

she really came into her own in high school when she tried out for the volleyball team and got on and became absolutely obsessed w it

she got her First Real Boyfriend in her second year and they were like The Real Deal and way more mature and deep than your average high school rls

riha loved him but then she got a crush on a girl eventually and had a meltdown because it Hit Different u know. The Lesbianism....

it wasn't until her last year of hs that she finally told her bf and broke up with him she was actually so heartbroken over it she cried so much but she told him everything (and that she is a lesbian) and he was an angel and understanding but clearly devastated and that made it worse

so riha decided to be very mature and run away <3 to uni in california KJLDLKJJKLDG

she was like hi my parents this school's volleyball team is very good and well known and they have a good kinesiology program i think this would be a great opportunity for me (:

and they were like ok sweetie if that's what you want to do

so she did it

with the power of english classes and gossip girl on her side she loved it there. and she made it onto the volleyball team but also played beach volleyball. probably got a crush on her beach volleyball partner. gay ass

she spent a lot of time on social media to keep in touch w people back in sk but also got into Fandom Twitter and she's a hot mess so her account was also a mess. her interests are everywhere. but she also made friends everywhere!

( illness tw ) in her last year of uni her mom got cancer and riha almost dropped out to go home and support her but her mom insisted she finish her degree so she did

and once she graduated went home asap

( death tw ) her mom ended up passing away last year, her health deteriorated pretty quickly once riha got back to korea

after her mom died she had no idea what to do with her life because she still loved sports but didn't know how to make that her career and he could go back to school and become a physical therapist or a pe teacher or something blah blah blah

but it didn't take her long to decide that she actually wanted to achieve her mom's dream of being a musician to honor her

in the meantime tho she's a personal trainer at her local gym! and she might pick up some other jobs too we'll see.

she is pretty much a Music Newbie, she learned how to play guitar from her mom and she always loved music but was never a singer or anything

she decided to go down the kpop path because becoming an indie musician or whatever seemed way more overwhelming than becoming a trainee LMAO like "ok all i have to do is get signed to a company and they'll teach me everything right???"

she is still a sports girlie. catch her at the gym even when she's not working but also on the tennis courts and at the pool and probably in a volleyball league and

she got a dog AND a motorcycle after her mom died to cheer herself up LMAO but it helped! she loves miso (the dog) and the unnamed motorcycle because she cannot decide on a name for it even though it's been a year or something

PLOT IDEAS

her ex bf. will be very picky about this but would love to have the plot!!

in the same vein, the first girl she got a crush on that gave her a crisis. this is more open but still important

i haven't said exactly where she went to school in cali so anyone that went to uni there, they could've gone to the same uni!

people she's played sports with. tennis doubles partner, co-ed kickball team, person that is annoyed because she somehow always manages to beat them to the best lane in the pool, etc

people she's training at the gym??

she can physically fight people. she is a 4th degree taekwondo black belt so maybe she absolutely kicked a guy's ass for you one time or something

alternatively you're obsessed w her bc she has a motorcycle and could probably be a stunt double she is a badass tbh

alternatively she is obsessed with you because you're a cute girl but it probably only lasts for five minutes because she's wishy-washier than mr clean

maybe a guy that she also thinks is really cute and is really fond of to give her ANOTHER crisis because she's not 100% confident in her lesbianism. it be like that sometimes....will also be picky about this but it would be fun!

she loves clubbing and somehow always ends up taking care of some drunk girl in the bathroom so there's that

she's a casual gamer too! but she's also very competitive! so it's like, she'll play once a week but depending on the game she'll get super into it and intense about it and then be like that was fun (: afterward. so fellow gamers? she's not that good tbh

would love for her to get mansplained to at the gym or something. and she can just be like wow thanks (: actually you're wrong abt that one thing u said teehee

plots related to her puppy miso!

she also runs and stuff so running partners, ppl she always sees on her running route, etc

okay i'm sure you've had enough of me now. oh my god. ok. please plot w me i'd be happy to brainstorm anything 🫶

[aro-simp]

Hi hi!!!!! I wanna hear more about Sean 'Psycho' Kastle, sooo how about these?: 📝 ,👯, ❤️, 🏷️, 💞, ☕️, 🛌, 👀, 🎞️, 🪐 if they're too many I'm sorry dkdjdk, just choose whichever you like most ! /gen

I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER BUT I WAS SO EXCITED AT THE AMOUNT OF PROMPTS YOU SENT AHHHH

💞 and 🪐 I've answered twice already, and ☕️ once I'll add the links later :)

Answers under read more because I wrote a LOT

📝 - How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

Psy's story can be roughly summed up as follows:

He's a young teen helping out at the local bar which his parents run during the first movie. Goose and Maverick encounter him a few times while he's serving drinks. He's generally pretty rude to everyone around but other than he has a few throwaway lines making fun of the pilots, the navy and the military in general he doesn't do much.

To the viewer he's really just there without any further explanation. There is one scene, as part of the "look what a great guy Goose is" happenings, in which Psy has a meltdown and Goose helps him out.

Similar to that we get a scene after Goose's death of Psy seeming confused and saddened by the fact Goose is no longer coming in.

But for the duration of the firts movie Psy has little to no influence on the story

There is a huge off screen segment that is (if at all) only alluded to in later canon. Psy does end up joining the Navy and gets a position as technician after he's deemed to be unfit for the role of aviator. He struggles a lot with his peers who only consider him strange and uncomfortable to be around, and his own self esteem.

Later when Rooster gets in the both of them befriend each other and Psy find his courage to be himself and an ass again. At roughly the same time Psy and Hangman get to know and hate each other.

When Rooster gets into the Top Gun program Psy tried to get in as technician as well, but was at first denied. Their contact broke up. Later, after Rooster already graduated from Top Gun, Psy did get an offer to work for the program, and he took it. During that time he meets Maverick again for a couple of weeks before Maverick is sent off again.

For Top Gun: Maverick Psy is a MUCH more prominent character.

Maverick bumps into him fairly early on and tells him about his worries having to teach at Top Gun again, and throughout the movie approaches him multiple times when he's in need of comfort.

And that's kinda where it starts getting canon divergent.

Before Psy and Rooster can get in direct contact with each other, Rooster finds out via Maverick tgat Psy's there at all. Rooster is fairly upset at how the two are seemingly getting along better than he is with Psy. Rooster and Psy are getting closer again and Rooster is also approaching him a few times when just needs someone to listen to him.

While everything is going on Rooster is increasingly plagued by the awareness that he is very much in love with Psy and getting extremely jealous over everyone, but especially Mav, who gets close to him. And even more plagued by a similar feeling of attraction towards Maverick. There is one scene of Psy taking a call from his older sister, and Rooster immediately asking him out about who he was talking to, assuming it'd be a girlfriend he didn't know about yet.

Meanwhile Maverixk has his whole thing with Penny going on whixh just leads to him very slowly and very anxiously realizing that he is not as straight as he hoped to be.

Somewhere... in between all of that, Psy befriends Bob and Phoenix between units. They originally approached him in the hopes that he could give them information on the plane that aviators usually don't get, and might get an advantage out of it. They all bond over their shared dislike of Hangman, and their experience as 'outcasts'. Psy tells them how impressed he is with their flighting capabilities and their ways in standing up against the others. And especially tells Phoenix how much he, as a trans man, respects her for being a woman in the navy.

Shortly before the big mission Rooster and Psy start dating. Which obviously kinda raises the tension of the mission.

At the very end of the movie Mav has his little "sorry Penny we have to break up also I think I'm bi and I need to cope with that firts before getting into a relationship again" moment

Idk that was a lot of text but I guess that sums it up somewhat 😭 I tried not to fiddle with the canon too much since I kinda like it. As opposed to some other selfships where I just... have to redo the entire worldbuilding.

👯 - What canon character are you most similar to?

I honestly have no clue I feel like Psy (and subsequently me) shares a lot of aspects with canon characters 😭

He's loud, obnoxious, stand-offish and thrives from attention, like Mav.

He's a goofy little jokester who loves to entertain others and is generally more on the cautious side (at least more than Maverick), like Goose and kinda Rooster.

There's a handful of similarities in his specific kind of caution he shares with Rooster, and the I don't need protection from you kinda attitude.

I personally used to identify a lot with the nerd/loser archetype that Bob has going on? So that seems fitting as well, especially for like the awkward starting phase Psy has.

I honestly have no clue

I kinda do tend to Goose/Rooster tho with their whole "I do possess the ability to sit down and entertain an entire bar without batting an eye but that doesn't mean I have to show off like that with everything cause in the end I'd really rather take the safe route" and Rooster's specific "my need to be 100% risk aware at all times is really what's holding me back from performing my best"

❤️ - How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

RoosPsy is definitely NOT a rarepair considering it is canon in my shipverse. I think it'd be of decent popularity. Not too big since I know a LOT of people are into Rooster and would rather ship him with themself (or Hangman). Tho I'd make the bold statement that I think it would be more popular than Hangman x Rooster. Just because it's canon and I don't like that ship. And because there's some jealous!Rooster content.

I think PsyMav is more of a... middle ground. It's not explicit canon, but it is heavily implied. The people who are into it are REALLY into it. The people who aren't are mostly super against it. I actually think there would be a lot of fighting around which Psy ship is the better one.

RoosPsyMav as a whole is a rarepair just by virtue of RoosMav being a very... polarizing ship, and it being poly. At least half of the people who ship it do so because they got sick of all the ship discourse and said "fuck it they all kiss each other". The, admittedly small, community mostly thrives of the fact that the ship is also... implied in canon. It's a rarepair but not a crackship.

GoosePsy (and all further combinations like GoosePsyMav or the yet unnamed Goose x Mav x Psycho x Rooster) is deep down the rarepair hole, largely considered a crackship as well. The few people who do ship it go kinda heavy on the teen!Psy x Goose aspect since that is all we ever see. This is a very controversy sparking ship. There is like one Goose Lives AU out there in which Goose mysteriously comes back and starts dating Mav and Psy, while the both of them are also dating Rooster, and there's a whole bunch of people who only ship it because of this one specific AU.

🏷️ - What is you and your f/o's ship name?

Well there's PsyMav (Psycho x Maverick), RoosPsy (Rooster x Psycho), GoosePsy (Goose x Psycho), RoosPsyMav (Rooster x Psycho x Maverick) and GoosePsyMav (Goose x Psycho x Maverick)

and of course the Yet Unnamed Foursome (Goose x Psycho x Maverick x Rooster) for which I need a name that hopefully conveys that it does not include Goose x Rooster and also just sounds a little nicer than GoosePsyMavRoos or GooseRoosPsyMav or RoosPsyMavGoose or...

🛌 - What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?

for any ship including Rooster definitely anything with jealousy and yandere themes. That aspect is something the fans would claw onto IMMEDIATELY.

for any ship I think any trope (tho in this case it's more... AUs. AU tropes) that sorta highlights different backgrounds like Tattoo Artist x Florist or a coffee shop AU. I think I'd actually quite like a coffee shop (or any sorta shop really... anything where Psy is more or less a constant with his own issues and Rooster and Maverick come in regularly and have to solve their own issues on the way kinda thing, cause that's kinda how it is in canon. Pilots and their emotional support technician/mechanic) AU 🤔

Ships including both Rooster and Mav have a lot of "forced" tropes, fuck or die, only one bed, maybe even something relatively tame like Seven Minutes In Heaven or Spin The Bottle. Tho most of these tropes kinda rely on just having two people...I guess?

Anything with Mav's also big on slow burn because he needs his time adjusting to "oh shit I'm queer"

Loads of found family in general but that's just because c'mon how can you not include at least a little bit found family in a top gun fic

👀 - How does your ship with your f/o influence both of your characterisations and the world? Would there be any interesting metas written about your dynamic?

For Maverick it obviously has this added layer that his way of interacting with women, his whole sleeping around and never having an actual committed relationship, is not just a part of him, but (implied) to be his way of denying his own sexuality. I personally also have the headcanon that Mav actually has a pretty low sex drive and for him it's really just about either the accomplishment or the intimacy of having sex with someone. I think his relationship to Psy also further highlights just how difficult it is for Mav to find a constant in his life, despite the fact he keeps returning to the same place and the same people.

Psy also functions as both an ignored voice of reason (being a middle ground both Rooster and Maverick can confide in), and a provocation, since he doesn't take their struggles with each other serious at all. So he does put emphasis on the direness and perhaps even the absurdity of their "rivalry".

For Rooster the ship kinda helps him to be a more three dimensional autonomous character. A lot about him is about how he's so much like his father that he's forced to live in a dead man's shadow, and the movie doesn't really do anything other than go "look how much he is like Goose", so his relationship to Psy would be kinda beneficial to establish him as a person of his own who's more than just the bloke at Top Gun who's Weird about Maverick.

The ship kinda destroys the whole "Rooster and Maverick only have each other" thing... which is a little sad. But it can also be seen as a different perspective on it as "Rooster and Maverick THINK they only have each other", which then again plays into how the both of them have a tendency to lose sight of the bigger picture.

I HOPE there'd be interesting metas! I love that shit!

Idk how far this counts as characterization or meta (it counts TO ME) but Psy sorta is the antithesis to the general Top Gun vibe (flying is the greatest ever/flying as a metaphor for freedom + we're all one team) since he can't fly and doesn't fit in like the others, he's not even part of the aviator team. He's a guy who really really wishes he were, but he's just not. He doesn't really belong in the story but he is there after all. Would it make a big difference if he wasn't? Not really! But that's kinda the point.

There's this other layer which might border on completely unreasonable which I kinda see in the ship of Psy sharing a lot of traits with Maverick and Rooster but in the end being nothing like them. He's disabled and trans, he's physically weak and generally kinda pathetic. Those are often things fiction tries to tell you are insignificant if you have the right mindset but mindset and character is really doing nothing here because in the end Psy is different.

🎞️ - What 'canon' scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

For RoosPsy obviously them literally kissing and explicitly being a couple on screen, but also just everything that highlights Rooster's jealousy

For Mav it's more subtle, him opening up about his worries to Psy first, generally being more "shy" around Psy than others, and just little things like the way he looks at me, and first and foremost Mav, Rooster and Psy all being together in the end scene at Mav's hangar.

[ladylooch]

Since Nico and Emma are very well balanced brother/sister duo. Do they ever get clingy or get very vulnerable to the point where they seek each other’s support and affection (other than when Lexi and Nico were going through the miscarriage)

Absolutely!

Emma comes into the NHL world very abruptly. There was no easing her into it. She went from seeing Timo in the off-season or in a random, one off occasion to all of a sudden thrusted into this crazy hectic schedule AND with a baby! The transition back to the U.S. from Switzerland after Lio is born is difficult for her. She leans hard on Nico during this time to understand more of the league and player expectations. She finds it all overwhelming and will complain to Nico about how hard this all is to adjust to. Truthfully, she is hesitant to confide in Timo because she doesn’t want him to worry about her bolting. They still have to process through some of that old trauma in the early years.

So Emma turns to Nico in those moments. He becomes her NHL guide and also encourages her towards specific veteran WAGS for even more understanding.

When Lexi and Nico become pregnant, Nico has a moment of pure panic. Like, what the fuck am I doing here!??!? I am too young to be a dad!?!? This happened so fast! I didn’t think she would get pregnant right away and holy shit, child birth seems really scary! 

He is pacing back and forth in Emma and Timo’s living room. Lexi thinks he is out getting groceries but he is having a meltdown at their house instead.

“I don’t know shit, Em. SHIT!” He howls, running his hand through his long hair again.

“Neeks-“

“I have never changed a diaper! I haven’t even baby sat, at least you watched kids when you were younger! I don’t… know how to feed them!?” 

“Nico-“ Emma tries again. His feet keep blazing their same horizontal path along her rug. 

“I’m not ready.”

“That’s too bad.” Emma shrugs. This gets Nico to stop and look at her. “You’re having a baby.” The room goes silent as Nico thinks about it. “With your wife, who you adore and love more than anything in this world, including hockey.” She stands, grabbing him into a hug. His hands attach to her like Lio when he doesn’t want to be alone. “And I’m gonna tell you the same thing you told me, go to her and deal with your shit.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Basically.” Emma waves him towards the door. “Off you go. You’re Lexi’s problem now, Hischier.”