#That's Sylvie! Like it's not supposed to be but that's her! That's baby!

[leos-regression-cove]

I know I've been saying this since I started writing Loki agere content but today I'm just feeling really emotional about Sylvie finally getting to regress and live out a happy childhood with Loki and Mobius as her caregivers who will actually nurture and love her and let her heal.

Letting her finally find peace and comfort in the little things and the cozy places in life she was never allowed to experience while running from the TVA.

She deserves to be cradled in the arms of her caregivers in front of a warm fire covered in blankets while it rains outside with a pacifier in her mouth and to be taught how to swim with water wings on. I want to see her genuinely laugh and squeal with just delight over something and unabashedly enjoy life through innocent eyes. Do you know what I mean?

[multifandomgirl08]

Nikita's First Christmas [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: Nico's first Christmas with his baby brother

Warning(s): Google Translated Dutch

A/N: This was supposed to be something a little short for the Holidays but I got a little carried away.

Max's gift idea to the reader is taken from @xhopelesslyromanticx's Lando imagine; A Birkin Bag for Y/N. I mean the idea of Max buying the reader a Birkin, I kind of couldn't help myself. This isn't beta read.

Words: 1.8k

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Max was happy to be home in Belgium for the holidays. After a long season, and Nikita coming into the world a few weeks before Christmas and the New Year, he was happy that his second son would experience the holidays with them even if he didn't remember it.

In the fog after Nikita's birth, neither you nor Max had the time to wrap Nico's presents. Sophie had come over to "help" with Nikita, while Max and Nico went to pick out a tree for the house so all of you could decorate it together. Sophie had helped wrap presents and even fed Nikita while you took a nap. Sylvie (the nanny) would be spending her holidays back in Monaco with her family.

Max didn't have the best memories of Christmas as he grew up. It was mostly spent with his dad, and the few times it was with his mom, it seemed like the time had passed too fast for him to be able to savor the feeling of being with her and Victoria.

You had all spent Christmas Eve together having dinner before Victoria and Tom took Luka and Lio home to get some rest. They would be back for lunch after opening gifts in the morning.

Sophie had stayed a little longer helping Max with the dishes while you put Nikita to bed. You had come back downstairs holding the baby monitor to Max lying back on the couch with Nico in his arms. Sophie was still in the kitchen insisting that you stay off your feet. She took her bag ready to head home.

"I want to stay up to see De Kerstman," Nico whined from Max's arms.

"De Kerstman won't come unless you are asleep Nico," Max said. Nico reached over giving Sophie a hug and then gave him back to Max so Nico could get ready for bed.

You always found it cute when Nico would slip into Dutch without knowing it. It didn't happen as often as when he was really little, but when Max and Sophie heard it you could tell how fond they were of Nico still talking in Dutch even though he mostly spoke English now.

"You know you can stay here." You offered to Sophie. You assumed that she would refuse, wanting to go home.

Sophie already had her purse packed, but you could turn down the sheets in the guest room and give her something to sleep in for the night. She was supposed to be back here at 10 am and you saw no real reason as to why she should drive home in the snow.

"Are you sure?" She asked. You nodded before Max offered to walk her to the guest room after Nico had brushed his teeth and was in bed.

You had woken up the next morning with Nico jumping on your and Max's bed still in his pajamas. Max had no doubt woken up before you and had gone to check on Nikita after you had woken up to feed him around 5 in the morning.

"Mama," He said out of breath sitting on Max's side of the bed. "When can I open presents?"

"After breakfast." You kissed Nico on his forehead before he ran down the hallway. You were able to get dressed without any interruptions, slipping on a pair of shorts and one of Max's shirts. Just as you came out of the bathroom, you saw Max standing in the doorway holding Nikita.

"Merry Christmas Max." You said packing him in the lips.

"Merry Christmas mijn leeuwin," Max leaned down and kissed your cheek before you opened your arms to take Nikita from him. Max made a slight move as if he didn't want to give Nikita to you before you both started laughing.

You lightly brush past Max just enough for him to move but not enough to move Nikita from his place in Max's arms. Max gave you Nikita after making it downstairs into the kitchen to see Sophie standing in front of the stove making breakfast.

You offered to take over but she shooed you away from the stove. Max placed a cup of decaf coffee in front of you and you placed a kiss on the back of his hand in thanks.

"Mama, De Kerstman came!" Nico yelled looking at all of the boxes of presents for everyone.

"Yes, he did." You drank from your cup while Nico bounced in his seat. After you eat, you went to sit on the couch and fed Nikita before Max took him from you to burp him before Victoria and Tom showed up.

You had all finished eating breakfast just before Victoria had shown up. Everyone was quick to pile into the living room. You had let Nico, Luka, and Lio open their presents first. Nico had gotten a new Charizard plush, he was quick to hug it to his chest before giving it to Max.

"Safekeeping." He muttered placing a finger over his lips as if it was a secret. Max gave him a small nod back.

Luka and Lio had opened their presents from you and Max, all approved by Victoria and Tom beforehand. They were smaller things, building blocks, and a few Lego sets that were for ages 3-5.

As Nico opened his next present from you and Max, he got distracted ripping the paper around the box instead of focusing on the present underneath. Eventually, Nico got to the box taking out a few coloring books and a 150 set of colored pencils. Nico's big present was waiting for him back in Monaco, it was a new bike that he had asked Max for after his birthday had come and gone.

After another hour all of the presents had been exchanged, except for the ones from Max to you and you to him. You would exchange those after everyone left, per the tradition that started after you had moved in with him and Nico.

Nikita had gotten baby clothes that he would grow out of just after he could wear them. Sophie, Victoria, and Tom had collectively bought you the stroller that you had been looking at getting just after everyone had found out about Nikita. You hugged all of them, thanking them for the gift.

Everyone had stayed until three. Sophie had dinner plans with friends, and Tom and Victoria were supposed to head out to a Christmas party.

Max had put on a Christmas movie off Disney+ while the three of you camped out on the couch, and Nikita lay in his swing. After finishing the second movie, Nico fell asleep at Max's side, and you fed Nikita again. Max carefully moved Nico to lie against one of the throw pillows before disappearing to get you a burp rag to clean Nikita up a little.

You could hear Max walking close to the garage but thought nothing of it while you cradled Nikita in your arms. You thought it was a pretty successful Christmas, no tears or tantrums, and Nikita didn't seem fussy while he was being past around today.

"Max did you-" You turned to ask him if he found the rag in the laundry room when he came into the room holding a big orange box with a black bow on it.

Max placed the box on the coffee table before sliding the white rag out from the back of his jeans. He laid it over his shoulder before opening his arms to take Nikita.

"Open it," Max stroked your cheek with his thumb. You looked at Max, and him holding Nikita.

You slowly reached for the box undoing the bow and pulled the orange lid off. Taking all of the paper off before reaching the dust bag inside. You already knew that when it came to Max he didn't shy away from going all out on gifts. You just never thought he would do this.

You pulled open the dust bag before putting your hand in to pull out a black bag with red stripes on the side. It was a Birkin 25, in black with palladium hardware. Max must have seen you looking at pictures on your computer late one night. He knew you so well.

You pulled the dust bag closed after hearing a little burp come out, Max's navy blue shirt now had a white spit-up stain on it. You quickly covered your mouth to stifle a laugh.

"You find it funny that I have baby vomit on me?" Max asked. You shook your head no but couldn't help but smile.

“Liar,” He said, moving Nikita on his shoulder. You let out a laugh before Max smiled back at you. Max cleared the spit up off Nikita’s chin before giving him to you.

You watched as Max pulled his shirt off, folding it over on itself so none of Nikita’s spit-up would get onto the fabric of the couch. You gave Nikita back, watching as Nikita curled into Max, getting skin-to-skin contact with him, before quickly disappearing into the house's entryway, to collect the white cardboard Rolex box out of your purse.

You had splurged a little on Max's Christmas gift this year. It had been a good year for you at work even though you were technically on maternity leave the last two months.

You were back on the couch quickly, giving Max the box before he placed Nikita in your arms. He undid the packaging before getting to the green box, opening it to see a Yacht-Master 42 Falcon’s Eye Oyster Rolex in white gold. Max didn't own one like it.

He slowly pulled it out from the box before taking off the Tag-Hauer he wore during the day. You held Max's watch, seeing him hold the new one in his hands.

"Check the underside." You told him. Max turned it around to see the engraving on the back.

**-**-**** 10-17-2020 12-03-2025

Three dates, your, Nico's, and Nikita's birthdays on the back, with room if you and Max had more kids. You were lucky that the watch was still being made when Nikita was born. They added the last engraving the week after Nikita was born.

"So we're always with you."

Max moved his hand up to cover his eyes. You moved Nikita into his swing so you could focus on Max.

"I love it," He said before laying his head against your shoulder a few tears escaping down his cheeks. "Thank you, Y/N."

“You’re welcome, Maxy.” You said back watching as he slid the watch onto his wrist. Adjusting the face so it would sit right on his wrist.

You had ended up putting both of your and Max's Christmas gifts into the master closet. Everything could be properly put away after the boys went to bed.

Max woke Nico up from his nap while you started a late dinner, for all of you. Nikita was by you while you were cooking, you saw Max playing with the dials of his watch, Nico looking over at it a bit before asking Max to open up his new box of colored pencils.

Translation(s):

de kerstman - Santa Clause

Mini Verstappen taglist: @karmabyfernando, @barcagirly, @sachaa-ff, @iamahallucinationnn, @musingsbyshreya, @glow-ish, @nonsensical-nonsence, @fanboyluvr, @champomiel, @gothicwidowsworld, @lighttsoutlewis, @itsalwaysgay, @minkyungseokie, @mynameisangeloflife, @ursforever129, @aundercover, @bborra, @mindless-rock, @cixrosie, @barcelonaloverf1life, @taylorslovesswifties13, @konsti081, @mellowarcadefun

[justagalwhowrites]

Gurll, lavender is my go-to reread everytime. Ig u are taking requests (😂🫶🏻), I would really like to see how Joel found out Doc was pregnant of Sylvie and those sweet pregnancy exchanges - like him being worried (‘cause in the original we skip the whole pregnancy). 😎

OMG Hi Bestie!!!

So you'll see some of this in Girl Dad, a canon one shot I did for Doc's birthday back in October. You see some of Doc panicking about Sylvie on her birthday because she's never made it further in a pregnancy and her birthday has just such an awful personal history for her and Joel loves her through it. We also see Joel being just a precious father to his newest baby girl.

BUT... here's some more of the pregnancy for you ❤️

Expecting

20 years after your first pregnancy, you find yourself expecting again. Things are a bit different this time. A Lavender Drabble.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

Warnings: Pregnancy. Smut adjacent. No use of y/n. 18+ only Minors DNI

Length: 2k

September 2, 2024

The first time you threw up, Joel was on patrol.

It's not like you'd gotten your period since the two of you had started trying but you didn't put much stock in that. You'd never been regular and you were nearing menopause now. Missing a period or two was hardly monumental.

But the nausea the morning you woke up alone was.

You rocketed to the bathroom, doubling over the toilet, everything left in you from the night before coming up.

"Shit," you whispered, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand as your stomach still churned.

You knew this feeling. It had been a long time but you knew it.

And you knew you should be happy about it. It wasn't like last time. You and Joel were together now. Not just together, you were married. Things were secure - as secure as they could be in the apocalypse, anyway - and you were trying for this.

But it was still the apocalypse.

It was no small part of you that thought this wasn't going to happen. That you were going to try and try and then menopause would kick in and you'd never have a child you made with Joel. You'd resigned yourself to that a long time ago, that you'd never be a mother to someone that grew inside of you, never raise someone that you'd brought into being through love. You had Ellie who was your child in every way that mattered and that was more than enough.

But you were pregnant. You were sure of it. And you should have been happy about that - thrilled, in fact. Part of you was. The rest of you was terrified.

What had you been thinking? Bringing a child into this destroyed world? Would Joel even still want this now that it was real and not some imagined, idealized thing on the distant horizon? How were you supposed to protect a baby from the horrors of this reality? Even here in Jackson there was fear and risk and you'd gone and done this on purpose.

You didn't tell anyone, though the nurses at the clinic could tell you were off all day. You assured them that you were fine while trying not to panic. What if Joel changed his mind? What if, when faced with the reality of it, he didn't want to bring a baby into this world?

You threw up again that afternoon, the sickening feeling hanging around after everything came back up and you tried not to cry.

Joel got home after Ellie was already in bed that night, his patrol keeping him out late. You were pacing the kitchen when you heard the front door open and close quietly, the squeak of the floorboards under his heavy boots.

"Baby?" He frowned poking his head into the kitchen. "What're you still doin' up, it's late..."

"I know," you smiled a little, looking him up and down and taking stock to make sure he was still in one piece. "I'm glad you're back."

He smiled back, coming all the way into the kitchen to take you in his arms and kiss you, gentle and deep.

"You and me both," he said. "Gettin' too old to be sleeping rough like that, feel like I did my time with that shit getting out here..."

You laughed a little and nuzzled into him, breathing in the sweaty, woodsy scent of him.

"What's wrong, baby," he whispered, his arms enveloping you totally, holding you against him. "Can tell you got somethin' on that big brain of yours."

You pulled back from him just enough to see his face, his arms still holding you loosely. His face was smeared with dirt, the grime of the trail and sweat on his skin and his eyes were soft and warm and like home.

"I'm pregnant," you said softly. Those eyes got wider. "I know we've been trying but... It's real now and..."

"You're pregnant?" He breathed, stepping back from you, his hands going to your shoulders. You nodded, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. "Oh Baby..."

He took your face in his hands and kissed you again, so hard you could taste the passion on his tongue.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes searching yours as he pulled back from you and taking your shoulders again. You just nodded again, your heart pounding. "Fuck, that's... that's amazing, we're gonna... Baby, you're pregnant!"

"Yeah," you laughed a little. "Yeah, I am... You're happy?"

"Happy?" He laughed back. "Baby, I'm... I'm so far beyond fuckin' happy that word don't even begin to cover it."

He got to his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips, sliding around to cradle the small of your back as he looked lovingly at your stomach.

"You're pregnant," he said, awed, almost to himself. He pressed a kiss to you, over your womb, before one of his hands came to hold you reverently there. "Our baby is in you, right now."

"Yeah," you smiled, voice wet. "Yeah, they are."

"That's amazing," he whispered before looking up at you. "You're amazing, you're the most amazing thing I've ever seen..."

You ran your fingers through his curls before cupping his cheek.

"Thank you," you said, your whole being feeling lighter now, knowing that he was really in this with you.

"For what?" He asked, getting to his feet and pulling you against him again. "You're the one doin' all the work."

You smiled a little.

"For wanting this with me," you said quietly. "I was afraid... I'm still afraid. But we can do this."

"We can do this," he echoed you, kissing your temple. "You, me, Ellie, this baby. We're a family. We can do this."

You put a palm over your womb again, cradling where the child you'd made with Joel was growing inside you.

He was right. You could do this.

But things were different after that.

Joel hovered. It reminded you a bit of when he first came to the QZ, back when he thought his fear was something he could push past if he just got close enough. You’d be working at the clinic, turn around to pick something up and then Joel would be there. You’d be relaxing on the couch and decide you needed a cup of water and, the second you started to move, he was up instead asking what you needed.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting my own drink, you know,” you said a two months after you’d told him you were pregnant and Joel had damn near held you down instead of letting you go to the kitchen. “Also capable of walking to the mess hall on my own, making my own lunches…”

“All the work you’re doin’ growing my baby, I should do something,” he replied, bringing you a glass of water. “Seems like this is the least of it.”

You might have believed him if it wasn’t for the other things, too.

You’d become insatiable during pregnancy, all but demanding sex at least once if not twice a day. You couldn’t get enough of Joel but he seemed to be able to get enough of you.

It was close to Christmas when you finally brought it up, Joel’s hands more gently roaming over your skin rather than with any desire or need.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not interested, you know,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.

Joel frowned, looking over your face for a moment.

“What?” He sounded completely puzzled. “Why would I not be interested?”

“I know I look different now,” you ran a hand over your growing bump and took a deep breath. “It’s OK if you’re not as attracted to me at the moment…”

“In what fuckin’ universe am I not attracted to you?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “Baby, if I could spend the rest of my damn life inside you, I’d be a happy man.”

Your confusion must have shown because he brushed your hair back before adjusting your face to look at him.

“What’s goin’ on,” he asked gently. “Why are you saying this stuff.”

“You don’t touch me like you used to,” you said quietly, hoping you didn’t sound too wounded by it. “And it’s OK if you don’t want me like that right now, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t really want and…”

“Baby,” he cut you off. “I’m gonna stop you right there. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted you more than I do right now. Not when I first met you and you were some hot young thing, not when you first got off the plane to come visit, not when I first saw you again in the QZ. Seeing you grow our baby is the most beautiful, most sexy thing in the damn world, don’t go thinking otherwise.”

“Oh,” you frowned. “Then… I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

“I just…” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at you again, a pained look on his face. “I’m scared, baby. I’m scared in a way I ain’t been since we came to Jackson.”

“Joel,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “We’re OK here, we’re safe here…”

“I know,” he said. “You’re safe from infected and you’re safe from raiders but… baby, what if you get hurt? You’re the doctor here, what if something happens to you or the baby? What if there isn’t someone who knows how to save you? What if I do somethin’ to you on accident, what if I’m too rough because I’m caught up in touching you the way I want? I can’t risk that, baby, I can’t.”

“Oh Joel,” you breathed, pressing yourself closer. “You’re not going to hurt us. I promise, you’ve never been too rough with me. If something doesn’t feel right I’ll tell you but it’s OK. We’re safe. You’re safe.” You guided his hand to your breast, his large palm curving around the soft flesh. “And I want you to touch me, really touch me. Please.”

He was cautious at first, hesitant. Now that you knew he was afraid, it was easier to see it on his face and feel it in his touch. But you guided him through it, holding his hand, reassuring him, until he was lost in you and things felt right for the first time in months.

You learned how to head things off after that. When he would appear in the clinic, you would give him a kiss and tell him how you were feeling. If the baby was moving, you’d guide his hand to your stomach to let him feel them alive inside you. When you needed something at home and could see that he was restless and distracted by worry, you’d ask him for help. You started meeting him at the gates after patrol so he could see you and touch you as soon as he was back, feeling how he relaxed when his hands were on you.

When you went into labor, though, you were worried. You knew he was afraid but then, so were you. You were afraid not just of what could happen, of how it would hurt under the best of circumstances, but of how to help Joel through it, too.

But he sensed what you were doing right away, so in tune with you now. He climbed into the bed behind you, pulling you back so your head was resting on his chest.

“Don’t you dare worry about me,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ve got you, baby. Got both of you.”

You smiled a little as the contraction eased and he held you a little tighter.

“I know you do,” you relaxed into the firm, strong body of your husband. “I know.”

[nikkoliferous]

after reading the one hundred and one millionth inane quote about how Loki is such a pRiViLeGeD pRiNcE while Sylvie is just a poor baby who had no real childhood and had to learn to fend for herself from a young age, I feel the need to point out that even the ONE thing we know about Sylvie's past, the thing that's supposed to be her mAjOr tRaUmA and set her apart from him somehow, was literally stolen from Loki.

this is how Tom described Loki's experience post-suicide attempt back in the day while doing press for Avengers:

“I think he went, like with everything else, to a sort of… it was just like, the worst place imaginable. I think he went to all of the darkest recesses of the universe. I’m sure he had a brush with—several brushes with death. I think he ran into the shadiest characters you can find in the Nine Realms. I think he had to rely on his wits to protect himself. It was really, really, really unpleasant, I think. I don’t have any frame of reference for that, except for imagining what it might be like to be kidnapped by a terrorist or something and have to survive a very, very frightening and precarious existence. But whatever it was, it was important when Loki came back for The Avengers, that whatever compassion he had left was absolutely shriveled to a minimum because of the experience that he had. Harrowing, I think, and scarring for life—in a way that Thor and Odin and Frigga find very, very difficult to understand.” [source]

and now the show pretends that Loki teamed up with Thanos completely of his own will, even though Marvel had JUST confirmed that the sceptre was influencing him throughout Avengers, and they hand that traumatic backstory that was Loki's off to their precious OC.

[jamminvroomvroom]

Sylvie asking you and George for a sibling

tell the stork

GR63 x journo!reader

a drabble from the george fic universe

thank you for the request! i loved this <3 now if someone could request them actually having another kid… lol

warnings: none! fluff! a bit of suggestiveness here and there but nothing severe, mentions of pregnancy/trying for a baby, minors pls dni with my work!

“i can’t believe he’s having a boy,” you cooed at the screen of your phone. “a little brother for jack.” tears welled up in your eyes as you saw messages of congratulations fill up the family whatsapp chat, the news of your brothers new baby creating emotional waves.

“i just saw, the family needs another baby to spoil.” george laughed.

he was sat on the floor with sylvie, all of her toys spilled over the rug. the four year old was small but mighty, making sure her dad spent every second of the off season at her side, not that george would have had it any other way.

“why don’t i have a brother?” the little girl huffed, her small arms crossing as her mousy brown tufts of hair fell over her george-blue eyes.

you and george looked at each other. you’d talked about having another kid, but the timing had been awful. you supposed the off season wouldn’t be the worst time to give it a try.

“would you like a baby brother or sister, sylvie?” george asked your daughter, bowing his head down to meet her level.

“yes! i need someone to play with while you and mummy vroom.” she replied, oh so matter of fact, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. she was so self assured, just like her father.

“well, maybe me and mummy can work on it.” george said, tongue in cheek. you shot him a look of warning. he needed to reign in that kind of humour, sylvie was too smart for her own good.

“we can talk to the stork.” you butted in, george tipping his head back in silent laughter.

“tell the stork i want a sister. boys are icky.” sylvie scrunched up her nose and your heart melted. she was so precious.

“that’s my girl.” george stuck his hand up for a high five, which sylvie enthusiastically reciprocated.

“now, put your toys away, sweetheart, it’s almost dinner time.” your husband clapped his hands together, ruffling sylvie’s hair and she was off, a ball of energy as she hoovered up her teddies.

“so,” george raised an eyebrow, raking his eyes over your frame. “when can we get to work on baby number two?”

“cook dinner and i’ll clear my schedule?” you bargained sweetly.

“anything for you, my love.” he agreed, clutching his chest dramatically.

“i promise i’ll make it worth your while.” you teased.

“do i get to name this baby, too?”

“no! you named the last one! it’s my turn.” you stuck your tongue out at him and he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, trudging to the fridge in defeat.

[collecting-stories]

King of my Heart - Jay Halstead

Request: Hi! Can i request King Of My Heart with Jay Halstead?❤️ 

A/N: I just really like the idea of Jay with like a firefighter s/o. I think I've written like two other fics with him and a firefighter s/o, pretend they're all interconnected lol.

TS Anthology Series | One Chicago Masterlist

...is this the end of all the endings?...

Dating with your schedule was not easy. Finding time to actually connect with people outside of work was next to impossible, especially since you’d taken on some paramedicine shifts for Sylvie on your days off from the Firehouse.

While you were trying not to rush into things or make any assumptions about whether dating was the correct term, you’d been spending a lot of time with Jay in recent weeks. You’d volunteered to help at a city garden that Trudy helped organize and he’d been there too and you’d both sort of clicked (at least that’s how you described it to Stella later on because you were too hesitant to admit that Jay had pretty much stuck to your side that whole day and asked you for drinks immediately after).  

“I just don’t wanna like...move too fast.” You explained, pulling your shirt over your head and fixing your hair, “like, okay...what if it’s just supposed to be like a casual thing and I make it this big thing in my head that it isn’t? Then I feel stupid and I can never show my face when he’s around.” 

“Listen, if it’s casual, he’s the one who should feel stupid. You’re a total catch,” Stella replied, always ready to be your cheerleader when you were feeling insecure about something. “You are a total badass, you’re on Squad. You don’t need some guy and he’s lucky you’re giving him the time of day.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” 

“I would!” Stella insisted, “you don’t need him, don’t feel like you need validation or something.” 

“I don’t. I’ll admit I’m okay single but, it is kinda nice having someone...I don’t know, want to put in the effort after a long shift. I mean, it’s not like we have easy jobs.” You replied, grabbing your duffel from the bench and slinging it over your shoulder. “I guess I just want some clarification. Are we dating? Is he thinking this could be something more serious? Is he even looking for something more serious?” 

“Are you?” She deadpanned as you both made your way out of the locker room. Most of the other third shift had left already but Stella had hung back with you while you showered, mostly to listen to you have a mini-crisis over your budding relationship with Jay.  

“I feel like I could be.” You shrugged, “that sounds stupid but like, sometimes I just look at him and think like, yeah I could do this every day of my life. That’s really fucking scary Stella...like...” 

You trailed off as you made it out onto the driveway and saw Jay’s pickup parked out front. He was standing there on the passenger side, leaning against the truck and when he saw you he smiled. Stella nudged your ribs playfully before giving you a silent wave goodbye and heading to her car.  

“Hey,” you called out as you got closer, “don’t you have work?”  

“Caught a double yesterday, just got off like an hour ago.” Jay replied, “Figured if you don’t have plans this morning you might wanna get breakfast?”  

“Oh my god yes, I’m starving,” you said, letting Jay take the bag off your shoulder and toss it in the back of his truck. “Herrmann has a new candidate and he offered to make dinner last night-” you shuddered and Jay laughed. 

“That bad?” 

“Terrible! And we ended up getting a call anyway so basically...no dinner.” 

Jay shot you a sympathetic look over middle console, “Shit baby, I’m sorry.” 

You felt yourself warm up at the sound of him calling you baby. You weren’t much for pet names but somehow hearing the word out of Jay’s mouth squashed all the worries you’d been keeping close to your chest.  

- 

“Jay!” You whispered, trying not to laugh and draw anyone’s attention, though most everyone in the house was asleep at this hour. Aside from Herrmann who had gotten stuck on night shift and was currently trying to keep his eyes open to reruns of Lets Make a Deal in the common room. He had ears like a hawk though and you knew he’d come snooping if he heard commotion. “We’re gonna get in trouble.” 

Jay smiled against your neck, placing another kiss there before responding, “I don’t work here so technically...” 

“Well don’t get me in trouble then!” You replied, unable to stop a laugh from escaping this time as you bumped into the washing machine.  

It was nearly one in the morning when Jay had shown up at the firehouse, texting you and telling you to let him in the back door. He’d just gotten off work and you still had six more hours on shift but it was officially your six month anniversary and he was surprisingly sentimental. Although you weren’t sure that making out in the laundry room like two horny teenagers was exactly sentimental.  

You didn’t get much time to consider anything at all because the siren went off, the overhead voice alerting the firehouse, “Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.” 

“I have to go,” you insisted, pulling away, “Jay, I have to go.”  

“I know, I know.” He let go of you, stepping away so you could head out to the apparatus. He followed behind you, careful to stay out of the way, stopping at the Squad table. 

“I knew I heard something!” Herrmann laughed, walking through the double doors with Ritter, “Sneaking around the firehouse like a couple a kids!”  

You did your best to ignore Herrmann as you geared up, stealing one more kiss from Jay, “I’ll see you after shift?” 

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up.” 

“Get in the rig lovebird!” Tony called out the window and you rolled your eyes before climbing up into the back with him and Capp.  

You couldn’t resist a last glance out the window as you pulled out into the street, Jay standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching you and grinning. By the time you got to the fire, you’d be clear headed and ready to work but until then, you’d let yourself be a little lovestruck.  

[holylustration]

Sneaky sneaky peeky peeks?

The chapter just keeps on going. (Some adult themes below)

Lady Gisla navigated her way with ease within her own apartments, taking Aurelia and her coterie of laughing, cheering women up to a small chamber filled with wardrobes and mirrors. And it was here that Aurelia found herself stripped down to her skin and all the fine decorations in her hair plucked out. She covered herself with her hands, unable to stop the frown on her face as Lady Solange pulled her arms away and said, “You are Guisornian now, dear. We do not have such shame.”

All over she was touched by fingers anointing her with fragrant oils that smelled of night blooming flowers, and her hair was brushed until it hung like molten gold down her back. 

“You do have good hips,” Lady Gisla said with an approving nod as she held out a white shift for Aurelia to take. “It can be so hard to tell in dresses. But I am not displeased; I think you shall successfully carry children without much fuss.”

“Mother,” said Agatha, “perhaps you can keep such observations until after their first night?”

“Why should I? Anything could happen on the first night, Agatha. Your brother, for example, was one such product of a good first night.” Lady Gisla sniffed and gave the shift a small shake, urging Aurelia to take it. “Besides, if she had a poor build, we might need to keep a specialized chirurgeon on hand. Wide hips mean easy births, which is important, as de Gauvain men do not make small babies. I should know.”

Sylvie cringed. “Please, mother.”

As she reached for the fabric, Aurelia couldn’t keep the words from pouring out of her mouth. “You are more than happy to strip me - your sister by marriage - and touch me in sensitive places, but the thought of your parents coupling on their wedding night disturbs you?” The women around her laughed at the question.

“It's different,” Agatha assured, “we’re supposed to prepare you. It is tradition.”

There was that word again. Tradition.

“And,” added Sylvie, “You’re not our mother.”

[themultifandomgal]

Will- Moving In Together

After being together for 2 years, Will asked me if Ella and I would like to move in with him. After having a talk with Ella about if she would be happy to move in with Will I said yes, but we knew we would need a bigger place than what we both have. So now we are currently house hunting with Ella 

"This house is a three bedroomed house with one bathroom upstairs. Here is your living area, kitchen and dining room" the estate agent shows us the nearly empty room "if you would follow me I will show you to the master bedroom" we follow her up the stairs, Ella in Will's arms. She shows us the master bedroom and the two other bedrooms "I'll leave you guys to talks. I'll be downstairs" the estate agent leaves us alone upstairs 

"So what do you think?" Will asks 

"It's nice. Big enough for us. The littlest bedroom could be turned into a playroom for Ella, but if we were to have children we would have to get rid of the playroom"

"But mom you promised" 

"I didn't promise I said we will see" 

"I don't like this house" Ella whines. Having her input is important to both Will and I, but at the same time she is the child we are the adults

"Well we have one finally house to look at" Will says putting Ella down and holding her hand.

We arrive at the second house which is a bit bigger, but at the same time more expensive

"So unlike the last one which was open planned. This one has the living room, kitchen and dining room are all in separate rooms" already I can see how we will be able to use the space. Much like the other house there are three bedrooms, but this time we have a toilet down stairs and a bathroom upstairs. Again we are left alone to talk about the house

"I have to say, I do prefer this house to the others we have seen" I say looking around

"I like it as well, but can we afford it?" Will asks taking my hand

"Once I have sold my apartment yes. What do you think Ella?"

"I love it!" Ella shouts making me laugh

"So I suppose this is our new home then?" Will asks wrapping his arms around me 

"I think so" I smile and kiss Will

"Ewww" Ella squeals hiding her eyes with her hands. 

A few months later and we are moving in to our new home. Ella chose what colour she wanted her bedroom painted so now Erin, Ella, Kim, Nat. Gabby, Sylvie and I are all painting her room while Jay, Will, Connor and Kelly are building Ella's bed and dresser 

"I think we all deserve a break" Jay comments standing up 

"We've barely started" 

"But mom, I am feeling a little hungry" 

"Ok, how about I go and grab us all some food?" Will stands wiping his hands on his jeans 

"There's money in my purse" I tell Will while continuing to paint the wall

"I won't be long" Will kisses my cheek and leaves the room.

By the time he returns we have the first layer drying and were all downstairs sitting on the couches while Ella is sat on the floor playing lego with Kelly. Looking around at all my friends it hits me like a ton of bricks that they truly are my family. Tears start to leak from my eyes 

"Mom are you sad?" Ella asks coming up to me and wiping my face 

"No baby, I'm happy, they're happy tears"

"Why?"

"Because we have all of our family here and it's making me very happy" 

"I love you mom"

"I love you too baby" Ella hugs me then runs off to carry on playing with Kelly 

"Your a good mom you know" Jay smiles 

"And you've raised an amazing daughter" Will walks over and kisses my head 

"Food!" Ella shouts running over to Will 

"I'll get some plates" I say getting up from the couch. 

That day we finish up Ella's bedroom, but because it smells of paint she's sleeping in mine and Will's room in between us. She currently snuggled into me while I'm playing with her hair

"I love you YN" Will says out of the blue

"I love you too. You know Ella's been asking me about having a baby since she was 2. I always said maybe one day when we find a nice man who will love both of us... we've definitely found that guy" closing my eyes I give Ella a kiss on the forehead and setting into bed feeling more happy than I ever have before.

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

my thoughts on the finale

I got my soda and Doritos lesgo 

*sees the episode title* oh no

Praying for Lokius canon

Oh Jesus Christ this is about to fuck me up for the rest of the month

Oh Victor-

LOKIIIII

MOBIUS BABY

spaghetti?

Spaghetti.

That music???

Why are we doing Beethoven 

Mobius is so confused bless this baby

Tom is just vibing

Minutes???

Skin?

LOKI LMFAO

Oh that’s creepy

OB YOURE SO CUTE

ITS PERFECT

Loki knows too much

Mobius control your little pet

Loki really took centuries to learn this

He just winked at timely, how is timely still living 

Smort Loki

AWww Loki is so cute

Awww Mobius 

SMOOCH

“What the shit are you doing” god things baby you wouldn’t understand

OH SUPPORTIVE LOKI

where was Loki when I was actively suicidal

Timely please you can do it

You’re doing so good honey

Hurry before you fuckin die

HE DID ITTTTT

OH LOKI IS SO EXCITED

MY HEART

OH VICTOR

*audible insanity noises*

WIZARD-

OH LOKI WOULD BE SUCH A GREAT FATHER/MOTHER TO THISE BOYS IF MÖBIUS’S

Uh oh

This is bad

Oh Loki is about to go mad

Oh Sylvie hello wife

Say something to your bitch ass husband Loki

Oh Victor no-

He’s just ready for death

THAT FACE

wait why are we here

Don’t do that

DINT DO THAT

IF YOU FALL IN LOVE I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING SHIT MYSELF THIS IS A THREAT

Sylvie can stab me any day

SHUT THE FUCK UP

WHY ARE YOU TEMPTING FATE VICTOR

DONT OPEN A VEIIIIIIN

FREEEEEZE YOUR BRAINNNNN

don’t do any of this

Stop trying

oh plot twist

Lover boy???

Shut the fuck up HWR. I’ll fucking kill you myself.

He’s such a bitch I partly love him and partly hate him.

sir why are you a poet

I feel like they didn’t even try with Sylvie’s outfit. Her hair isn’t supposed to be a middle part in this era

We’re getting a lot of info 

But those people aren’t easy to rebuild

Haha pun

I’m gonna kms if Sylki does anything major again 

HA MAJOR

A PUN

What if you just… got rid of all corrupted Kang variants? That’s what the TVA should be for. Preventing war, by surveying the timeline for variants who wish to start a war.

Offer him his husband and he’ll accept.

Part of me goes “kill her to protect Lokius” and the other says “no my baby-”

MOBIUS

HES BACK

someone’s got a hold of the set list

Story time!!!

This feels personal

Mobius was that you

Oh dear

OH MY GOD

CHEEK KISS PLEASE :)

MOBIUS NO

VERITY NO

SYLVIE NO-

if y’all have a romance moment I will murder everyone

Don’t get closer

Stop this

Stop

Please

This isn’t fun

Oh my god Sylvie I love you but shut up

Oh great

Chanting for the cheek kiss please and thanks

Why the smile?

Where are you going?

Oh no

OH NO

looking at the two people he loved stop hurting me

OH NO THE SMILE

MOBIUS IS PANICKING IM PANICKING

(Will be reblogging with part two)

[afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff]

Valentines Day

Ship: Brettsey

Word count: 394

Authors note: not proofread and only slightly based on canon cause I said so. Enjoy!!

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Matt watched as Julia laid on her back, playing with the mobile toy above her, smiling as little noises came from her. He got down on the floor of the living room and laid next to her, gently grabbing onto her kicking feet.

“Hey baby girl. Having fun?” He asks, as she squeals in response to hearing her dads voice. They stay like that for a while until Matt hears the front door open, and sees Sylvie’s boots. “Hello my valentines!” Sylvie exclaims, as she takes off her shoes and leans to pick up Julia. Matt makes his way back to standing, with a slight groan as his knees popped (getting older wasn’t supposed to feel like this right?), and he meets Sylvie with a kiss.

“How’d the ride along go with Griff?” “Great actually. He stayed calm and collected until we got back to the station and then he had his freak out. Thankfully it only happened once and let’s just say Hermann and Boden went into dad mode.” Sylvie says with a small laugh as they head into the kitchen.

“Griffin doesn’t freak out over things unless it’s bad. Like enough to make me squeamish. What happened?” “An elderly person at one of those old people apartments fell and hit their head pretty hard. Lots of blood. And a broken arm. I think it was the shock of what he saw and how he handled it in the situation that made him freak out.” “Ok well that makes sense. Especially if it was his first time. I won’t tease him about it.” Matt replies, as Sylvie gives him a knowing look.

Sylvie puts Julia in her high chair, as Matt sets the table. “I know it’s Valentines and all but we both know it’s just another day for us, so I didn’t do anything fancy, unless you want to call a heart shaped pizza fancy.” “I love it.” She replies as she grabs the jar of baby food and a spoon, and begins feeding Julia. After the three eat, and Julia is bathed and down for the night, Matt and Sylvie curl up next to each other on the couch, House Hunters playing in the background.

“Happy Valentines Day babe.” Sylvie says, kissing his cheek. “Happy Valentines love.” Matt says, pressing a kiss to her lips. It was the happiest line yet.

[rosewaterandivy]

Cee my darling dear💛 if it strikes your fancy how about dialogue prompt number 51 with Eddie? or if you'd prefer maybe a little info on the long ride home because that teaser fucked me up in the best way and I'd love to know more😊

My sweet, sweet Sylvie - anything for you! #51 with Eddie is in the works, but have a little Long Ride Home snippet in the meantime. 💜

If you have a request or thought you'd like the share, mosey on over here for my request weekend guidelines!

tagging @powderblueblood for cheering this on and in celebration of our shared brain cell; we're two halves of a whole idiot (affectionate)

warnings: grief, childhood memories, inability to cope

the long ride home m.list

“Why is he doing this?” Eddie huffs, rubbing his eyes in frustration to keep the welling tears at bay. “I don’t want any of this shit, I never asked for it.”

The plot of land, Mama’s wedding band, the fucking letters—

He sniffs and‌ pushes the papers away from him, leans back in the creaky old chair.

“That may be so, son,” Cal speaks up, “But it’s yours, regardless.”

Mamaw wanders over from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her worn apron. She ruffles Eddie’s hair, nails scoring lightly along his scalp.

“Won’t you give us a minute, Cal?”

The older man nods and rises from the table, stepping out on the porch to make himself scarce. She doesn’t sit across from Eddie, but drags a chair to his side and glides a soothing hand across his back in slow circles. He sighs heavily, cradling his face in his hands and wishes that Wayne was there.

“Why now?” He mumbles, “He’s dead, so what’s the point?” 

Mamaw tsks, for lack of a better thing to say, wraps one hand around him to draw Eddie near. “C’mere baby,” She prompts, voice low and soft, letting him slump against her. His head rests at the juncture of her shoulder and neck, safe and comforting, like the way she used to rock him to sleep during those summer storms.

The scent of her perfume permeates his nostrils— amber, rose, and bergamot, combining with a whiff of the rising biscuits in the oven. Her fingers card through the loose strands of his hair that escaped the topknot, she hums a familiar tune. And if Eddie closes his eyes, it’s almost like she’s there again.

He was far too old, in Al’s humble opinion, to be sleeping in his parent’s bed. But there was a wicked storm rolling through, battering the windows enough to make them shake, thunder booming overhead. She’d shushed her husband’s complaints and turned over the covers to let Eddie crawl in between them. Al acquiesced because he hated to deny Elizabeth anything, and he figured one night couldn’t hurt in the long run.

Settled against the pillows and snug between his parents, Eddie felt himself relax. Facing his mother, he could see her watching him a soft smile gracing her lips. Al gave Eddie’s arm a squeeze and turned over to go back to sleep, leaving the pair of them awake and listening to the lashing rain.

“Y’know baby, I never minded the rain.” Elizabeth whispered, fingers brushing his hair from his face, “Because after the rain, comes the sun.” Her hand fell to the nape of his neck and drew him close, she began to hum softly, soothing her son the way she always did.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.

A few voices wafted through from the screen door, low-pitched and masculine. Eddie couldn’t be bothered to care, too wrapped up in a memory that was slipping through his fingers and figuring out what the fuck he was supposed to do. 

Mamaw continued her rocking and humming, not pushing him to say or do anything but simply be. 

True, Eddie didn’t want any of this shit or responsibility. Really, what was he going to do with a plot of land in Kentucky? And he didn’t need a father, especially one trying to make amends from beyond the grave.

The screen door creaks open followed by the soft tread of footsteps on the wooden floor. Another chair dragged to Eddie’s side, the scent of crisp pine swirling through the air, one he’d recognize anywhere. He can feel Mamaw nod, hear the faint whisper of something above his head.

Instinctively, he turns to find Wayne seated beside him, a little jet lagged but there all the same. The corner of his mouth kicks up in a half-smile, one big calloused hand cupping the nape of Eddie’s neck. “Hi darlin’,” He greets, “Sorry it took me so long.”

In the south, it’s a common occurrence to hear the old adage of: god willlin’, and the creek don’t rise. Sometimes it’s spoken after church service by little old ladies sending each other off, “Well, if I don’t see you before the good Lord calls me home…”

“God willin’ and the creek don’t rise!”

A sentiment meant to convey situations subject to uncommon but not unforeseeable events. Eddie had heard it his entire life, but never really caught its meaning until now. It was as if all his anger and useless frustration fled from him at the sight of his uncle. The tears he attempted to keep at bay cascaded down his face, hiccuping sobs as Wayne drew him to his chest.

Turns out, the creek did rise and broke the damn levy.

“It’s okay, Ed,” He says in that low drawl of his, “I’m here now.”

And it would be.

Because whatever Eddie may have lacked for growing up, it certainly wasn’t love, or a place to call home, or people who cared about him. Nor was it someone who could and actually wanted to stick around. He didn’t need a father-figure who only cared in half-measures, too lost in his own addiction and grief to do more than pass through Eddie’s life occasionally. 

Not when he already has a dad, not when he’s got Wayne.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

https://gamerant.com/loki-season-2-mcdonalds-partnership-sylvie-details/

There's such an insanity in this. The fact they are taking this so seriously and expect the audience too as well. Like, people don't fondly look as product placement as something positive in movies and tv.

GotG works because stuff like 80 music and aesthetic is something that can be liked even if one doesn't have personal nostalgic attachment to it. And it is music, aesthetic and pop culture that people do form attachment to and keep in their lives.

For most McDonald is not some warm nostalgic experience people think of. It's thought of as cheap, unhealthy and more often than not poor quality food. No one attach is themselves to eat fast food chain like they attach themselves to their music. It doesn't inspire people like movies and tv can when writing their own stories.

Like, Wanda finding comfort in watching sitcoms is a thing people do. Sylvie finding comfort in working for a fast food chain is a joke and them taking it so seriously just makes even more of a joke

Yeah, it is kind of weird. You think maybe it's an American thing? Maybe they feel some kind of attachment to McDonald's for some reason, but I doubt the rest of the world gives a damn. It's just one of a million other fast-food joints that I particularly never go to. If I go fast-food, I'm buying pizza, baby.

I wasn't watching the MCU back then but did they make such a huge fuss about Stark eating a burger back in IM 2? It's like they're trying to convince the audience that this has a deeper meaning or something. Wanna give it an emotional angle? Do it in the script! The fact that they're trying to sell this so much and so repeatedly kind of makes me think they didn't do a good enough job of it in the episode and they're trying to cover their asses or something.

Anyway, Sylvie is not human. She could find those families with kids at a park or coming out of school, the McDonald's thing was done for marketing purposes and that's it.

I gotta say though, this part in that article is bothering me:

"The season 2 trailer indicated that he (Loki) is having an issue with time slippage, and there would be no individual better at understanding the problem than a person who spent her entire life hiding in the timelines."

Sylvie knows nothing about that. She didn't even know magic didn't work at the TVA. She's not some expert about timelines and time shenanigans, she was only at the TVA for a few minutes as a kid. Loki said in ep2 he had been watching videos regarding those aspects of timelines, etc so if anything... he knows a lot more than she does. But S2 is going to be more of the same, I'm afraid. Loki being clueless and Sylvie showing how much more than him she knows.

PS. Isn't this show supposed to be about him? Yet all articles I've seen talk about her. Why don't they change the title of the series? Oh right, it may not sell as well...

[alittlextrathatway]

I got another prompt from Sand86802 on twitter.

Posting it here again since it isn’t quite long enough for Ao3.

Played with Violet’s POV on this one. Set in a post 11x22 world.

***

“Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart”

+

Location: The El

***

It’s been a while since Sylvie and Violet spent time together off shift. Even longer since Violet spent any considerable time in the presence of both Brett and Casey at the same time.

Tonight, they had an extra ticket to a concert Sylvie had been dying to attend for a Taylor Swift cover band that reimagined the singer’s work in big band or jazz styles. Violet isn’t a swiftie, but she’s always up for new experiences so she took the extra ticket. Originally, she thinks Casey’s sister was supposed to go with them, but she canceled for some reason. Some sort of teaching emergency.

To top it all off, this concert was a part of Brett’s birthday celebration. Her first birthday as a mom and her first time away from Julia for longer than a couple of hours since the baby officially became hers a handful of weeks ago. Confidentially, Casey confided in Violet that he wanted it to be special and so full that Sylvie never had a moment to feel anxious over leaving Julia with Cindy and Herrmann for the evening.

Violet admired his ambition and effort. Even though, in her heart of hearts, she knew no one could stop Sylvie from feeling anxious about leaving her daughter alone.

They’re on their way to the show now. They opted to take the El to save on the parking fee and time spent jammed up in traffic. Violet sits on one side of Brett with Casey on the other.

The recently engaged couple is sickeningly cute. Casey’s arm is slung over Sylvie’s shoulders, pulling her against him. She went willingly, slotting against him as if she was always meant to be there with her back molding to his side and her head resting in the crook of his neck. Casey turns so he can rest his lips against the crown of Sylvie’s head, kissing her sweetly.

Looking at them now, a person would never guess they’d ever been apart.

The train stops and the doors open, allowing a pregnant woman and her toddler to board. They all clock her as she enters the car and, like her, notice there aren’t any available seats.

Casey kisses Brett’s temple and then releases her. “I’m gonna go hold the rail over by the door and let this woman have my seat.”

“You’re amazing,” Sylvie praises, nodding approvingly.

“Let’s not get carried away,” he says with a fond chuckle. “I’m not a saint. It’s just the polite and decent thing to do.”

Sylvie watches him cross the train and point out his vacated seat to the woman with a besotted smile on her face before she scoffs and glances over at Violet. “Not a saint. Of course he’s a saint. I mean, look at him.”

Violet chuckles mutely, watching as the pregnant woman thanks Matt profusely and waddles her way toward them. “I see him. He’s great.”

“I can’t believe I ever thought I could do without him,” she says with a contented sigh. “I mean, what was I thinking? No one holds a candle to that man over there. Not for me anyway.”

Violet bites her bottom lip, an apology slowly clawing its way up her throat. She’s held it at bay so far, but her guilt grows larger every day. Even quicker than normal during the rare instances she’s directly confronted with how truly happy Matt makes her best friend these days.

Sylvie and Dylan were never going to work out. Not when Sylvie’s connection to Matt is as strong as it’s proven to be. Violet should have seen that sooner.

“I’m happy for you, bestie,” Violet says, linking her arm through Sylvie’s. “Since he came back into your life you’ve done nothing but glow.”

“Thank you.” Sylvie lays her head on Violet’s shoulder affectionately. “I felt like a part of me shut down after I broke it off with him. Like losing touch with him meant losing a piece of my heart. I should’ve known then that ending it was a mistake.”

That does it. Violet can’t hold off her apology any longer. Sylvie’s right. She should’ve seen it and she probably would have too if Violet hadn’t interfered.

“I should’ve known it too,” she says, sighing tiredly. “They way I kept pushing you toward Dylan…God, looking back I was so selfish, Sylvie. I’m sorry.”

“What? No, Violet, my struggles with my emotions aren’t on you. Matt and I had things we should’ve dealt with sooner and we ignored them. That’s on us. All you wanted was to see me happy. I get that.”

No, she really doesn’t. “It wasn’t just about you being happy though.”

Sylvie’s smile turns bittersweet. Her expression is empathetic and all knowing. It’s a look from her that’s potent on anyone, even perfect strangers. When Brett gives someone that look, they feel encouraged to spill all their secrets and struggles.

“I know,” Sylvie replies. “It’s okay. Grief manifests itself in all kinds of ways.”

“Dylan and Evan were friends and I guess I—I guess—“

“You wanted to hold onto that piece of him for as long as possible?”

“Yeah,” Violet agrees. “That’s a good way to phrase it. It goes to show you, never take advice from someone who’s falling apart. I was still spiraling hard when we first bumped into Dylan at the hospital. At the time, I thought all the pieces fit, you know? I know now I saw only what I wanted to see. I sent you a long way down the wrong path.”

“I started down that path long before we ran into Dylan, Violet,” Sylvie states, gently correcting her. “Cut yourself some slack. You were still reeling. I know what that can do to a person. Hell, I moved back home and intended to marry a man I barely knew after we lost Otis. My grief over him kept me from realizing I’d made the wrong choice for far too long. If anyone gets it, it’s me. It all worked out in the end. I have Matt, Julia, and the boys. I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time. That’s all that matters.”

“I guess so.” She wishes she could say the same but, while she’s through the worst of her grief, she’s far from happy.

“You’re gonna find that too, partner,” Sylvie assures her, as if she’s read Violet’s mind. “I know it. No matter what that happiness looks like for you, I am certain it’ll happen. You’re the best so you deserve the best.”

No, Sylvie’s the best. The amount of grace she extends to everyone around her is practically miraculous. “I already have the best friend I could ask for,” Violet says, giving Sylvie a pointed look. “And that’s all the happiness I need for now.”

As cheesy as it sounds, it’s a truth Violet feels deep in her bones. Sylvie’s friendship will always be the gift that keeps on giving.

[justoneofthoseghosts]

Brettsey + any prompt you want

Ok, after that last one, I need to write some fluff!

I used a randomizer (lol), plugged in 1 to 50 and got this one:

16. "Would you like to stay?"

This one takes place sometime after the end of season 8.

It's been two weeks since Julie passed. Sometimes it still feels like a dream, or more aptly, a nightmare, to Sylvie. Her relationship with Julie was only beginning. They were supposed to have years not months. She barely got to know her birth mother.

Possibly the only silver lining in the situation was her baby sister - happy and healthy. She had been to Rockford twice to visit Scott and Amelia. Scott sent her regular updates on her sister, saying she looked more and more like Julie everyday with her blonde hair and big, blue eyes.

She rearranges herself on the couch. The one at the loft definitely wasn't as comfortable than her own but she didn't want to be alone right now. She didn't want to be in a crowd full of people either so when Matt invited her come over and watch a hockey game, saying that Stella and Severide were spending their 48 hours off shift at the cabin, she agreed.

She saw right through it though. It wasn't like she was a huge hockey fan. There wasn't even an Indiana NHL team but she knew it was because he was worried about her. Despite his subtlety, she noticed his concerned glances whenever they were on shift, how he checked in with her more frequently than usual since Julie's death.

She's grateful for his presence, for being there for her, because he understood what she was going through - how grief showed up during the strangest moments, how grief never really fully went away.

She glances at him now, at the concentrated look on his face.

"So, who's winning?" She asks before taking a swig of her beer.

Matt grumbles out a response, "St. Louis."

She lets out a snort, "I'm guessing that's a bad thing?"

He turns to face her, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on, Matt," she says, swatting his arm, "you had to know I'm not that much of a hockey fan."

He shrugs, letting out some non-committal noise before grabbing his beer bottle and taking a long pull.

She takes that as enough confirmation.

"Would you rather we watch HGTV?" He inquires.

She shakes her head, "no, it's fine. You want to watch the hockey match."

He chuckles before reaching for the remote. Sylvie guesses she didn't sound convincing. Well, HGTV was her weakness after all.

He flips the channel in time for the middle of a Property Brothers episode Sylvie's probably watched a hundred times.

"Thanks, Matt," she tells his softly, "and not just for changing the channel."

She sends him a loaded look, one she hopes conveys how truly thankful she is for him.

He scoots closer to her, "how are you, Sylvie?"

She sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "fine - I think. I still miss her a lot. It's crazy because we barely knew each other but I really, really, do miss her."

"It's not."

She furrows her eyebrows at him, "not what?"

"Not crazy - she was a part of your life and it's not crazy to miss her. It's never crazy to miss someone you loved deeply no matter how long you knew each other."

He smiles softly at her, eyes extremely sincere.

She feels that swoop in her stomach, the one that's become a regular occurrence whenever Matt so much as looked at her. Over the past two years, they began to grow closer as friends. She leaned on him during tough moments and he did the same.

She knew she was teetering on dangerous ground, maybe a tightrope even. She shouldn't be feeling these types of feelings for him but as the days pass, her fondness for the Captain continues to grow, inching in small increments.

How could it not? He asked if she wanted to hang out so that she didn't have to swimming in a sea of her grief alone.

No, she really shouldn't be giving into this. He was simply being a good friend.

Yes, that was it. Matt Casey was always dependable - he was sweet and caring to all his friends, not just to her. She feels her resolve building back up again.

"Thanks, Matt. I really appreciate it," she tells him.

They end up watching a few more shows on HGTV. Sylvie sees him looking at scores on his phone, insisting that they switch the channel back to ESPN so that they could catch the latter part of the game. Matt teaches her a bit about hockey and by the end of the match, she's cheering along with him as the Blackhawks win by the skin of their teeth.

It's a fun night for sure, one she didn't want to end but it was getting late.

"I should go," she says, getting up slowly from the couch, "it's getting late."

"Would you like to stay?"

Her eyes go wide at his request. It takes her a moment to process, unsure of what to say. Sylvie thinks there's a bit of hopefulness in his voice but she shrugs it off. She must be imagining it.

"I -"

His eyes go wide too at the realization that it sounded not so platonic, stammering out an explanation.

"I mean - stay for one more episode of House Hunters maybe?" He questions, shooting her a look that she could no longer deny was a hopeful one.

She gnaws on her bottom lip. She should not be feeling these feelings for him, she reminds herself. Matt was off limits but then he exudes earnestness that she feels that carefully rebuilt resolved crumbling.

"Okay - one more episode," she relents.

He grins. Her heart skips, no, it gallops in her chest rather.

One episode turns into two then there's this movie she can't believe he's never seen so she makes him watch it. They end up falling asleep on the couch, her head on his shoulder, his arms around her, like he was protecting her. By the time they wake up, it's early morning.

He sends her a sleepy smile that she finds really, truly adorable. It's this side of him he rarely shares with other people and it makes their friendship all the more special.

Maybe, when she looks back on it, it's this one moment that tears down her walls completely, the one where she figures out that even through continuous cycles of denial, her feelings for Matt have already changed and crossed over to the realm of romantic.

"Breakfast?" he asks, voice still laced with sleep.

She considers her options before nodding. He grabs his phone, looking for a restaurant that's open at 6 in the morning. She notices how he invades her space once more, not that she minded, while he scrolls through the delivery app.

"Bagels okay with you?"

"Yeah - and coffee too."

"Light and sweet right?" He asks.

She blushes, not realizing he's memorized her coffee order.

'Yes, that's right."

He beams at her, proud, before going back to his phone.

She glances at him furtively, the crease in between his brows appearing as he looked through options.

Yeah, she's definitely crossed over all right.

She hopes it's a secret she can keep.

[neyafromfrance95]

i'm so sorry to see that you're being vagueposted about for your sylki takes. it may be true that how you see sylki is a bit different than a certain section of the fandom, but that doesn't at ALL mean that you shouldn't be allowed to have your own takes! fwiw, i followed you bc i actually agree with and really enjoy ur perspective on sylki. i was getting frustrated with how many people seem to view this ship in a super heteronormative way and want sylvie to basically become a housewife, and i was so glad to find a blog that felt the same way. this fandom has become tiring tbh with how many people are now freaking out that sylvie hasn't immediately started having lokis babies in s2, and i really wish that people would at least leave room for others to have their own opinions!

this! that section of sylki shippers do not leave any room for you to have your opinions! they act like a fanon police controlling what you say in your posts on your blog!

and god forbid that what you say opposes their own hcs and takes, if you commit this unforgivable sin of having a take that is different from theirs, you better be ready for some good old online group harassment! they will make you feel like you are not welcome in this fandom, they will make sure that you are hurt, they will alienate you and force you out!

but no, you are the bad guy for jokingly calling a fandom in general "vanilla" and saying (after several disclaimers that it's your personal opinion) that when it comes to canon, you don't think that sylvie should be all about being loki's housewife.

at this point i honestly hate this fandom. there are some decent sylkis out there and i love the ship itself, but a big portion of the fandom has simply sucked all the joy for the series out of me. i wonder if they realize what the consequences of their behavior could be? back when i said (in my blog) that i don't think sylvie having babies is a compelling completion of her story in canon, and this bunch came to my blog to harass me for my takes, i was in a very *very* bad place already, and the space that was supposed to be my escape pretty much turned on me and added up to an already depressing state i was in.

and bfr anyone says that it's just a fandom wank, let me tell you that these people know how to be really cruel, whether they realize it or not, their behavior is simply cruel. they don't just argue in favor of their opinion, they shit on you personally, get aggressive towards you personally, make you feel like you "can't sit with them", ect. it gets really creepy and ugly.

and the thing is, i never addressed anyone specific in my posts, i never said *this* person and *that* person have shitty hcs/takes, i never even vaguely hinted at a distaste towards the hcs/takes of someone specific, but they accuse me of pointing fingers. when i said that i didn't think canon sylvie having babies would work, i never said anything about sylki babies in fanfiction, yet people accused me of pointing fingers at the fic writers. and they would come to my blog, harass me in the replies and asks, and talk about how despicable i am in their own blogs, and it went on and on for a while.

thanks for your nice words, anon, they are uplifting. and to those who can't stand me so much, don't worry, i'm going to leave this fandom once the series is finished. i hope you are satisfied that being a shitty, gatekeeping, narrow-minded, egocentric person worked for you! but don't ever feel entitled to complain about how lokius shippers treat you.

[jamminvroomvroom]

How would Sylvie and her little brother celebrate the holidays?

ooooh yes let’s talk ‘what ifs’ from fics! bc there’s loads of stuff that i would love to write but just haven’t yet or haven’t had time to!!

soooo i feel like sylvie and her brother are causing CHAOS in the russell household

george is def the kind of dad that wants to build all of his kids’ gifts

reader just has to sit back and watch her husband and her babies wreak absolute havoc

sylvie is getting to an age where she’s super self assured and she definitely told r and george exactly what she wanted for christmas from santa! (she def told george that he had to win every race of the season for her) that’s my girlboss fr

uncle lewis sent thee most ridiculous, huge, overly expensive mountain of gifts and then george went to get MORE gifts bc he had to win lmao

little brother just started walking and you best believe he’s pulled the christmas tree over several times a day since it got put up

sylvie had her first nativity play at school! she played, like, a sheep or an angel or smth and george cried for half an hour after

baby brother threw up on george’s christmas jumper (“i mean, i guess it’s supposed to be ugly”)

uncle lando got sylvie a drum kit and george and r have not known peace since. they are putting revenge.

alex and lily bought sylvie a hamster and it has bitten george a million times. george js plotting a crime (he ends up doing a tribute helmet to the demon hamster bc he’s the dad that ends up loving the pet he never wanted)