#But that ain't happening any soon ❤️

[miss-tarja]

Silly thing I did jsksk. I still love him, your honor.

[sunnytoonsproductions]

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WARNING: TOPIC ON CHILD ABUSE AND CHILD VIOLENCE!...

(if ya were a victim of child abuse yerself, then don't really read this post... This is meant for awareness and tryin' to put a stop to child abuse...)

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Y'all... On YouTube, I literally get so many video recomendations from 8 or more years ago about child abuse, and it breaks ma heart so much... 💔

And some of these videos actually made me cry by how they animated these types of situations that happen to children. Whether emotional, physical, or sexual... And I wanna make an animation of child abuse psa, but I still don't know how to surely animate... But I'll very soon learn how to animate very good like how the og cartoons did, and get my own company soon (since I always daydream about it), and make a animation of this, because we all should seriously stop this...

And here's some examples on what ah got on YouTube:

And there's way more videos on the child abuse psa that I've saw, and forgive me for sayin' this y'all, but... Half of these videos actually made me cry because even children these days go through this... 💔

And look, y'all, I didn't go through abuse ever in ma whole life, neither do I want to... But these videos just really broke my heart....

I even know that these videos were from years ago, but still, we should seriously put a stop to child abuse... And to the parents that abuse their children:

Why are you doing that to your child? Were you abused yourself? If you were, ah feel sorry.. but pourin' the abuse back on the child, won't make ye any better... Rather talk to somebody about it. And if you weren't abused, and just still do it... Then you're a monster... A fucking monster that pleases the satan himself... Why did you then make the child? Why did you let the child leave the womb? Why did you let this child be fucking born...

And even to the abusers:

Fuck you. Seriously. Fuck you. You shouldn't even exist on this planet. Yer stupid ass has hurt people around you that you have abused. And I won't have any mercy for the abusers like you. If you think that the abuse and rape you did is fun, FUCK YOU. And stop blaming your victims by saying "he/she/they wanted it", etc... THEY LITERALLY SAID 'NO'. AND NO MEANS NO! STOP MEANS STOP!

We genuienly need to put a big stop on the abuse. No matter which age some people are that have went through this, we gotta put a stop to it... Everyone go through abuse, even adults...

Also, y'all, I ain't tryin' to make this triggerin' for some victims of the abuse, but again, I'm tryna put awareness and a stop to this, to let people know that abuse isn't funny... Like for example in the first video, that part where that girl was stabbing a pencil up her doll's down part, people thought it was "sus" or "funny"... LIKE BRO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! THAT'S FUCKING SEXUAL ABUSE, YOU DUMBFUCK!!....

But anyways... I hope that the victims of these abuses are still trying to break through it and have a better life without their abusers. May God/Allah and Jesus protect you all. Ameen. ❤️

[lovemybluebully]

we need more lee wade !!!!! i loveeee your fics sm <3 ❤️💛

Yes, you're absolutely right. I in fact do have a lee!Wade fic that I teased months ago, but I had lost significant traction on it, and it's just been sitting ever since. 😬 I must make an effort to get back to it soon. I can't make any promises for when though. 😅

I can show you a small section of it just so you know I ain't bullshitting. 🤣

"Tell ya what, fuckhead, to make this more interesting I'll let ya have a head start." 

"A head start?! Wha-What do you meheeheean?! A head start for what?!" Wade was giggling with nervous anticipation, knowing exactly the world of trouble he was in for.

"Well Wade, this is what's gonna happen," Logan smirked while he lifted each leg to remove his socks, leaving him barefoot for better traction on the slick flooring as he tested the grip with his toes, "I'm gonna chase your ass down and when I catch ya, you're gonna be sorry."

"Cahahan't we tahalk about this?! You wouldn't hehehee-stoop to such childish behavior, would you?"

"For you, I'll make an exception. Ohhh this is gonna be good. Been a long time since I've gotten to hunt like this," he cracked his neck with his sharp canines poking out of his mouth as his grin grew wider.

"You want to hunt?! I'll take you hunting! What would appease you?! Perhaps a school filled with small, defenseless children?!?!?!"

[shyficwriter]

8 & T - Yondu X daughter reader ❤️

Thanks for the prompt! 8. Snow down back of neck T. Tickling [Send me a prompt and I'll write a drabble]

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"Zip up your jacket." Yondu scolded you flatly as he locked up the ship.

You ignored him and continued chattering about the winter festival that would be happening in the nearby town the next day and how excited you were to see the lights. "I read that the trees look like mini nebulas they're so bright!"

Yondu had decided to take the crew on the rare vacation that wasn't on Contraxia. Currently most of his men were in the town drinking it up and the two of you were heading to join Kraglin and Peter by an out-of-the-way ice-fishing hole that Yondu was familiar with. He had sent them ahead to set up while he and you stayed back to repair your collapse-able fishing rod.

Yondu knew the repair would have actually only needed maybe five minutes to complete, but hey, it got him out of having to saw holes in the frozen lake and he knew you wouldn't complain either.

Now the two of you were on your way to join them, following the tracks they had left in the snow.

"Eh- probably exaggerated to bring in tourists," Yondu said, responding to your earlier comment about the lights.

"Can't you let yourself be excited for once?" you half-whine, half-tease.

Yondu glanced at you with a grin. "Nope."

You playfully punch him in the arm.

He returned your playful punch, and told you again to zip up your jacket.

Again you ignored him, a mischievous grin forming on your lips as you allowed yourself to fall behind in your pace just long enough to quickly grab some snow from the ground before recovering your pace to rejoin him at his side.

You turn the subject towards a job you knew was coming up after this vacation would be over, asking about the planet it was to be set on. This, of course, was just a means of distraction before you enacted your mischief. Nothing big. Just a little snow down his back... heck, you could probably blame one of the trees overhead for it.

Yondu starts to answer, and you think you're in the clear to pull off your prank, but the second you go to raise your arm he reaches out and grabs your wrist, making your hand open on instinct and drop its snow.

He turns to you with an eye roll and a smirk, still holding your wrist. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You gotta be sneakier than that, kid."

It takes a second for the shock to wear off, but once you recover you return his smirk with one of your own. "Or have a good backup plan!" and with that you swung your other hand up over his shoulder and shoved the other handful of snow you had grabbed down the back of his coat, sure that you possibly even made some of it go down into the back of his shirt.

Yondu's eyes widened and he recoiled as soon as the cold hit his skin, immediately releasing your wrist so he could reach back and attempt to fish out any un-melted snow- though of course that was a lost cause.

In the meantime you just stood there, laughing your ass off.

After a moment Yondu turns back toward you and narrows his eyes. "Betcha thought that was real funny, didn't ya? Real proud of yerself, ain't ya?"

Still giggling, you nod. However, your giggling slows once you notice the look on his face.

He steps towards you and just glares at you for a moment. By now you had stopped giggling and started to wonder how many toilets he was gonna make you clean back on the Eclector for your little stunt.

The silence hung for a good couple moments before Yondu spoke. Eyeing you, a playful smirk played on his features as he asked, "Thought I told you to zip up your jacket?"

You only just had time to look down before Yondu lunged for you, his hands quickly flying past your open jacket, latching onto your ribs, and sending you into hysteric laughter as you tried to fight him off.

You squealed out a "No! No fair!" as he continued to tickle the snot out of you.

"I think it's more than fair, missy!" he laughed. "You ignored me twice about zipping up your jacket, and then you shoved snow down my back! Far as I'm concerned that's three strikes against ya right there! If anything I'd say I'm going soft on ya!" with that he moved his hands up to tickle under your arms, which practically made you scream as it was one of your worst spots.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" you squeal out, grabbing his wrists, but unable to push him off you.

"Yeah, bet you're really sorry. Sorry that you got caught, and sorry that you didn't zip up your jacket when I told you too!" he laughed.

Through your hard belly laughter you manage, "I give! I give up! I'm sorry!"

"Ya gonna do it again?"

"No!"

Yondu finally released you. "That's what I thought. Now get your jacket zipped, it's cold out here."

Still giggly, you finally obey his command and zip up your coat. "That was so mean!" you whine, punching him in the arm again.

"Yeah, you deserved it, brat." He answered with a smile and pulled you into a side hug and ruffled your hair. "You're lucky I didn't decide to bury you in the snow and leave ya there."

You simply stick out your tongue in response, and after he playfully shoved you in the shoulder in response to that, the two of you continue on your way to meet the others at the fishing hole.

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THE LOVE CONFESSION THAT NEVER HAPPENED

▸ TEEN!GOJO SATORU X TEEN!FEM!READER; FLUFF WITH A PINCH OF ANGST; THIS FIC IS NOT CANON TO THE SERIES WE'RE THE SUMMER TO OUR WINTER RAIN!!!!; READER MIGHT BE A BIT OOC!!!! ▸ READER'S CLAN NAME & CURSED TECHNIQUE ARE REVEALED IN THIS. ANY & ALL SIMILARITIES TO ANOTHER'S READER/OC IS PURELY UNINTENTIONAL AND COINCIDENTAL. I SWEAR I DIDN'T PLAGIARIZE IT. ALSO, I'M UTTERLY AWFUL AT FINDING JAPANESE TERMS OF ENDEARMENT, DESPITE GOOGLING. SORRY :((

▸ THIS IS FOR THE AWESOME @heresan WHO NEVER FAILS TO SPOIL ME WITH HER ASK. ILYSM TINA! <333 ▸ WARNING: BRIEF MENTION OF A HIT-AND-RUN CASE & INFIDELITY IN ONE LINE [SATORU & READER ARE NOT INVOLVED, DW] ▸ AS ALWAYS, THE GIF, DIVIDER & CHARACTERS USED AIN'T MINE. PLS DON'T PLAGIARIZE, TRANSLATE OR REPOST THIS. ENJOY READING! ❤️

The stars are but mere fireflies to the sun that is the Kojima household tonight. 

Bedecked in bright lights and a thousand and one paper lanterns, the palatial grounds of the property exude a brilliance, the likes of which the guests claim to have never been seen before, their awestruck voices drawing a polite smile from your grandmother (though the pride in her ancient eyes is unmistakable, you note). 

You move your eyes away from your clan matriarch and let them rove over those around you – and their glowing selves – rendered more luminous by their expensive fabrics, sparkling jewels, and gleaming smiles. 

Oh, what a couple of scraps of paper can do to one’s self, you muse silently, glancing at the woman batting her eyelashes at your cousin – the former the same one who was convicted in a hit-and-run case a year or two back, though now, with a Louis Vuitton dress hanging off her frame, no one, except you, perhaps, remembers on seeing her the innocent blood she wiped off her hands, all thanks to her wealth. 

Not wanting to mar this celebratory evening with such dark thoughts, you shift your gaze to tonight’s centre of attention: the older of your two brothers, Takeshi and his fiancée Sara, your lips turning upwards into a small smile on seeing how dazzling they look beside each other – how beautiful, how well-suited, how happy, how… very artificial they look beside each other. 

As artificial as the thousand and one paper lanterns your grandmother’s so proud of. 

As artificial as your guests’ smiles - too-white, too-wide, too-thin. 

As artificial as the compliments you can hear that woman shower upon the wife of the man she was attempting to seduce not too long ago. 

Your smile disappears to give way to a frown, as you take in the falsity around you. 

And a leaden weight lodges itself in your chest, right where your heart should be, when your eyes again meet the sight of your brother and your childhood friend smiling at the photographer – while your ears hear the wails of anguish, the snarls of contempt and the sighs of wistfulness –a cacophony of abandoned dreams and stifled desires emanating from the two souls soon to be joined in holy matrimony, two weeks from today. 

Your mother says marriage is one of, if not the happiest event in a person’s life. 

Oh Mom! If only you could hear what I can now… 

Placing your empty glass of mojito mocktail on the grass near you, you lean back against a tree and close your eyes to soothe the throbbing pain in your temples – one which always happens after you’ve been amid too many people for too long a time, much to your great discomfort. 

Sighing loudly, you move to lie down on the grass when the sounds of an approaching pair of footsteps reach you, soon joined by a boisterous yell of “Aha! There’s the woman of my dreams I’ve been searching for so long!” 

“Hello to you too, Satoru,” You say, turning to the side and propping yourself up on an elbow, your eyes now open. “Didn’t think you would make it to the party.” 

Gojo flops down beside you with an exaggerated pout. 

“Oh, come on, Momo-chan. Think a bit higher of me, will you? Of course, I would make it to the party. My best friend’s brother’s getting engaged today. How on earth could I ever miss it?” 

“And since when have you and Takeshi been on such good terms, hm? That you’re willing to leave your comfortable life at school to attend a party filled with clan elders for an entire evening?” You ask him, an eyebrow raised, unwilling to buy into his rubbish explanation. 

Gojo chuckles. “Oh, it’s not Takeshi I’m here for today,” He says softly, shuffling closer to you until your sides are almost touching, “It’s you.” 

You open your mouth, ready with a snarky reply, when his expression makes you stop – the words you were planning to say, now lost in your throat, as you look at his unusually earnest face. 

“Satoru?” Your voice comes out as a shaky whisper, reasons behind which you cannot fathom for the love of your life. 

(It’s ’cause he’s so close to you, silly! A part of your brain whispers – the same one which had made you call Gojo handsome, out of all the damned things you could say to him – that day you first saw him in his Jujutsu Tech uniform – much to your utter bewilderment and embarrassment.) 

You clear your throat and repeat yourself loudly, “Hey, Satoru?” 

“Hm?” Gojo moves even closer to you when you call his name and places a hand on your cheek, the warmth of it making a wonderful contrast with your cold skin that chilly autumn night. 

“Do-” You hesitate, as an odd (warm? bubbly?) feeling creeps into your chest, but ultimately your concern for the eerie way his eyes seem to shine at you outweighs that weird feeling, and you ask, “Do you have a fever, Satoru? You don’t really look okay there.” 

Gojo blinks, his unusual expression soon overtaken by a stupefied one as you continue to peer up at him, frowning. 

“Satoru,” You shake him gently, after a few seconds of him staring at you. “Hey! Gojo!” 

That seems to shake him out of his stupor, as he quickly removes his hand away from your cheek and scoots away, his face reddening with each passing moment. 

“N-no, no. I’m okay. Totally okay,” He mumbles, “There’s no need to worry. I’m perfectly fine.” 

But you know the white-haired shaman way better than that. 

You sit up and move closer to him and place your palm on his forehead, the other palm on your own forehead. “Now, lie still and let me check your temperature.” 

“Your skin’s warm… But not so warm for you to have a fever,” You say after a while, still frowning down at your friend whose head you have now placed in your lap, “But your face looks awfully red. And your eyes too seem weird. And,” Pausing, you place your hand on the kimono over his heart, remembering a person’s pulse rate is said to speak volumes about their health, and gasp. 

“My goodness, Toru! What the hell happened to you? Your heart is beating really fast! Are you-” 

A finger to your lips stops your outburst, and within the next moment, you find yourself crushed to his chest, his arms holding you in a vice-like grip and his nose muzzling into your hair. 

“Toru, you’re not really okay, are you?” You ask, tilting your head up at him, the slight tremor in your voice inaudible to all except you – and Gojo too, perhaps, judging by the way you notice him smirk a little at you, before it slips into an indecipherable twitch of his lips. 

“No, I’m not okay,” He answers above you, his arms around you tightening a touch. “I’m really, really not okay.” 

You crane your neck upwards to fully look at him and brush the pads of your thumbs over the skin under his eyes. “Then why did you come here tonight, you idiot? You should have stayed back in your dorms and taken rest,” You scold him, concerned eyes sweeping over his appearance. 

Gently removing your hand from his face to intertwine his fingers with yours, Gojo leans closer to your face and whispers, every breath he exhales hitting your face like a little puff of smoke in the cold, “But I couldn’t stay back in my dorms tonight, Momo-chan – Not when I know the medicine to my treatment is here.” 

It takes a while for his words to register themselves in your brain. 

And when they do, you can’t help but let out a small gasp (the same time as that portion of your brain lets out a small squeal in joy). 

“Are you-” You begin but stop yourself from speaking any further, your trust in your oratory skills having plummeted to an all-time low, and choose instead to focus on his electric blue eyes as the slew of nervous mutterings, which had been lost in the background of your mind until now, slowly turns intelligible. 

Was that too much for her? 

Am I going to get rejected? 

Well, shit, she’s going to reject me. 

Oh wait – did she even understand me? 

My Momo-chan can be really dense at times – though she’s cute too then – like really, really cute! 

But no, seriously – was I too roundabout for her? Or should I have confessed to her directly? 

Oh no, she’s looking at me right now. Is she angry? Is she disappointed? Is she horrified? 

Oh no, that’d be the worst – if she’s horrified. 

Calm down, Satoru. Calm down. Take a breath in and think straight. Panicking won’t help you now. 

But I’m too much in love with Momo-chan to even think straight. 

Damn it, damn it, just damn it. 

I should have just listened to Suguru and written her a love letter or something. 

“Love letters are really beautiful, Toru-chan,” Reaching up a hand, you tuck some of his unkempt hair behind his ear – while a giggle erupts from you at the way his face changes from being lovestruck (and not fever-stricken, you realise, relieved) to horrified to the most apprehensive you’ve ever seen him – and you add with a grin, “But this confession is the most beautiful of them all. I love it.” 

Gojo blinks. “So does that mean…” He trails off, an unsure yet hopeful look in his eyes. 

Sliding your hand down to his cheek and keeping it there, you reply, “Yeah, I guess it does mean so, Toru-chan.” 

A moment passes in pin drop silence between the two – the only sounds being the distant chatter of the party and the occasional wind blowing through the trees – before a wide grin breaks out across Gojo’s face, its absolute natural radiance banishing the darkness around you in a way a billion suns could never do – your grandmother’s flimsy paper lanterns or your vain guests’ mountains of gold and gems nothing but tiny specks of dust to the constellation of stars his joy reveals to you. 

And in that instant, as Gojo presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and wraps his arms around you, excitedly describing the new dessert café he discovered on his last mission and the matcha eclairs you just can’t not try – you swear to yourself that you will do anything to keep that blinding beauty of his smile unharmed – even throw away your life, if that’s what it takes. 

[I'M LOW-KEY ASHAMED OF THIS LMAOOO]

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[ruggiethethuggie]

HAPPIER THAN EVER

WC: 1722 tags: cater x reader, gn!reader, cussing, concerts, angst angst angst, toxic relationships referenced, i am so sorry, this bitch ain't proofread lmao

also be sure to listen to this song as you read to really feel the full effect 😈 ❤️ Spotify Link | Youtube Link ❤️

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“Please go with me. It sounds fun; I don’t want to go alone.” Your friend’s words fell on deaf ears as you ignored them, aimlessly scrolling your phone instead. You felt your phone ripped out of your hands. “Please,” your friend said with pleading eyes and holding your phone high up in the air from you. “Fine,” you said as you snatched the flier from their hands. “What even is this?” You looked over the printed ad, staring back at your friend confused. “It’s a concert. They have tons of talent come in and they do covers of songs and sometimes you get to hear originals. Look, this is who all is gonna be there,” they pointed at the bottom of the paper at the list of group names.

“Red Royals, The V is For Vampire, Diamond,” you shook your head at your friend. “I haven’t heard of any of these people. What if this is ass?” Your friend scoffed at your words. “You never want to do anything fun. You haven’t wanted to go anywhere since you and whatever his name was broke up and that was like two years ago. Don’t you think you should try to be happy for once?” You rolled your eyes at their response, but they were right. That breakup was messy, the turmoil of the toxic relationship had finally erupted and you decided to end it. No one knew the real story of what happened, you kept that to yourself. Maybe it was time to finally move on, try to put yourself out there again. “This place is over an hour away, I’m not driving,” you said sternly. Your friend’s eyes lit up, taking that as a sign that you were going to attend the concert with them. “That’s fine, I’ll drive!” they exclaimed.

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Later that evening you and your friend arrived at the concert venue. It was already packed before the first set ever played. “Wow, there’s so many people here. It’s just small bands, right? I didn’t think there would be this many people,” you said as you looked around the room. The crowd was so full it looked like everyone was standing shoulder to shoulder as they waited. “Some are small, but a few already have a good size following. Like The V is For Vampire guy? His fans are wild, I’ve seen them on the internet before. They’re insane. And that other group, Diamond, they have a good following, too,” you friend explained. You nodded your head as you saw the lights flicker off overhead. The crowd shouted in anticipation, the lighting change meant the first set would start soon.

You enjoyed the concert as the first few sets took the stage. Most of the songs they played were your typical rock covers of pop songs, but you didn’t mind it. You were actually glad you had been invited tonight; this beat sitting at home and wallowing in your self pity. You heard a few excuse me’s coming from behind you. You figured someone was trying to get through the crowd. You moved out of the way towards your friend as a band member for one of the groups made his way by you. You assumed at least he was one of the members, he was carrying an instrument case over his back and had his drumsticks in his back pocket. You could see the logo on the side of the case that read “Diamond” as he motioned for his other bandmates to follow him through the crowd.

Without even realizing, you looked in the direction he was gesturing to. And that’s when you saw what you weren’t expecting to see. The ginger haired, green eyed member carrying his guitar case on his back. You could feel your heart stop in your chest, the air in your lungs getting caught in your throat as he walked by you. “Cater?” you said puzzled as he was next to you. Hearing his name, he stopped walking and looked at you. His gaze looked annoyed, maybe it was because they were late to the venue? “Cater?” you said again. “Oh, hey,” he said with a small nod as his gaze shifted to other parts of the room. You hadn’t seen him since the day that you two had broken up, the day that you had ended it all. The day that you broke his heart. But seeing him here in front of you, it gave you a warm feeling in your chest that you didn’t expect.

The silence between you two grew awkward. “Cater, come on, man,” his band mate shouted from up ahead. “I have to go. But it was nice seeing you,” he said with a slight smile. “Yeah, duh, of course,” you said with a pause. “I- I can’t wait to see your set.” He lightly chuckled as he looked down. “Yeah, me too. I hope you like it.” He gave another small nod and made his way to his other bandmates, disappearing off backstage to get ready for their own set. You felt your hand grab your arm. “What was that about? You know Diamond?” they asked confusedly with their mouth hung open. “That’s … Cater…,” you said looking at the direction to go backstage. “Wait, you mean like the Cater? Like your ex Cater?” You didn’t think your friend’s mouth could hang open any wider than it was.

“Yes, the Cater,” you said with a sigh. Your friend huffed and crossed their arms. “Hmph, well. We don’t have to stay for his group’s set if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t wanna watch my shitty ex’s performance,” they said, narrowing their eyes at the stage. “No, it’s- it’s fine. We can stay,” you said quietly as the group on stage finished. Part of you felt guilty for what you told all your friends. None of them had actually gotten to meet Cater during the time that you two dated. He was busy working two jobs, trying to save enough money for the real dreams and goals he had. You had told your friends that the breakup was because of how toxic he was in the relationship, but in all actuality, you were the one who was toxic- always upset that he was putting his dreams first, upset that he tried his best to give you the time and attention you craved, but nothing was ever good enough for you. He was never good enough for you. Your breakup with him ended with you telling him that his love for you wasn’t ever going to be good enough because he never made you a priority and only gave you excuses.

The anticipation for his group’s set was agonizing. You knew he would write song lyrics in his free time when you were together, something you always said didn’t make any sense. You didn’t think he would be in a band actually performing. Would he be performing songs he wrote, or did another member write their music? Finally, after a while, you saw his group take the stage to set up their guitars and equipment.  The crowd cheered as Cater approached the mic stand. “Hey everyone, uhh, thanks for being here tonight. We’re Diamond, hope you enjoy the songs,” he said with a heart melting smile and wink to the crowd as his group started their performance. Watching him perform on stage was mesmerizing. Why did you ever tell him that this wasn’t worth it? He looked so happy on stage, strumming his guitar and singing his heart out. They played a few songs before he spoke again to the crowd.

“You guys havin’ a great time?” he shouted with a wide smile. The whole crowd, including yourself, screamed in bliss. “Awesome! We have one more song. This one is an original; one I wrote a few years ago about the love of my life,” he said with a shake of his head and sigh. You could feel your friend’s eyes on you, burning a hole through your skull as they stared. “What?” you said harshly to them. They raised their eyebrows at you. “You think it’s about you?” They gave a playful laugh as you rolled your eyes at them. You figured that Cater had already moved on, the song was probably a love song about his new partner. But you were wrong.

He started to play the chords on his guitar and sing. “You called me again, drunk in your benz. Driving home under the influence, You scared me to death.” The lyrics of the song hit you like a truck as you thought back to after your breakup. You were reckless back then, upset at the world and blaming everyone but yourself. You remembered the night you had called him, a few weeks after you broke up with him, drunk and saying nonsense to him on your way home from the bar. That was the last time you had decided to go out before tonight. The venue felt like it and time were frozen, except for you and Cater, as he sang on stage. You could feel your anxiety rising, your whole body heating up as you tried to contain your emotions. Your friend didn’t even realize what you were going through.

“I don’t relate to you. I don’t relate to you, no. Cause I’d never treat me this shitty, you made me hate this city,” he sang with a silvery voice with his eyes closed, really feeling the lyrics and music. Your mind was blanking, your hearing muffling as he strummed his guitar. He opened his eyes and looked at you in the crowd as he sang the next part of the song. You couldn’t hear half of it, your anxiety high enough that you felt like you wanted to pass out. You stumbled as you turned around, trying to make your way through the crowd and to the bathroom to try and catch your breath. You felt panicky as you got into the bathroom, grabbing the sink to try and stabilize yourself. Cater’s muffled performance ringing through the bathroom. Your anxiety reached its peak as you stood there, tears streaming down your cheeks as you fought your body from hyperventilating. You never knew exactly how much you had hurt him that day, but now you did.

© please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts. Also- I love Cater, I swear.

[everythingnoahsebastian]

Anons are getting so heated 😂 let me change the mood: do we think Noah would be the type to live a straight laced life and get married and have kids some day? I personally don’t see him slowing down any time soon.

Hahaha yeah they are and what great question you have! You're right, it seems like that won't happen in this moment bc he'll be working on the band long term. But the family thing ain't off the table, he said he'd like to live in a cabin on the woods with his family if he has one 😭❤️. So, it might not be his priority now, but the possibility is on his head, and I wish he will live that dream with his family!

[writtenonreceipts]

Your wips all sound so good!! I’m very eager (but patient, of course) to gobble them down!!

And now I have a few questions! Feel free to only answer the ones you want :)

Are there any you’re particularly excited about? Is there one that has been influenced by your own experiences? Which one has been the most challenging and why?

I love your writing and can’t wait to see what’s in store!! I know they will all be amazing 😊❤️❤️❤️

I'm excited about them too! I'm grateful for all the events going on this summer to help distract me from everything else going on in life, lol. Long post alert because I can't help it...

So, I'm really excited about the Elucien Regency fic! Maybe regency isn't the best way to describe it, but it's kinda set in that time frame ish. It's a bit of an arranged marriage/betrothal and enemies to lovers mix. It's been a lot of fun to write! I've really liked working with their dynamic too and its been fun to explore.

As of right now, none of...wait. Oh haha. Okay. So, All I Need. It combines with being influenced by my own experiences and has been the most challenging.

Basically, the idea of the fic is this: Murder mystery. Aelin is struggling with the death of her father, convinced their is more to it than just a mugging gone wrong. There has to be more, right? She is determined to figure out what happened to him even if her life is on the line. Enter her brooding new neighbor who has few words to share and even fewer smiles. Desperate for any help she can get, Aelin enlists his help. Soon she realizes there is more to this man than she realized and as the deaths keep piling up, she thinks she could be next.

It's been really challenging because...I keep talking myself out of working on it. It could either be a 20-30k word fic posted in 2 parts. Or it could be a long fic, near 80-90k words. And I've been getting into my own head about it and if anyone would actually read it so, yeah. And then there's the bringing everything together with the plot. Because I could just cut it down to be an angsty slice-o-life fic--no murder but still has dead parents. Which I am very, very tempted to do.

Because at the heart of it, this fic is about grief and growth. I started this one about a year after my dad died. It's been a theme that I know has been present in a lot of my fics in the last 2 years since it happened, which I'm not sorry about. But it has also been hard because, ya girl ain't ok, lol. But I do like the idea of it and I was just looking over the fic this afternoon and really wanna get back ilonto it.

[storiesofsvu]

Reading is definitely one of easiest and hardest things to do. Easy to get into it but difficult to keep the momentum going on especially when the authors had yet to release the next volume or when they were on hiatus. I lost track of how many times I forgot the plot due to the long waiting time or reading different series, and ended up having to read it again.

Forever summer in the one of the countries of SE Asia~ the location of where I'm from will be too obvious if I were to say out other hints 🤣 though November tend to be the rainy season here.

As much as I love horror, violence and gore (hey, don't judge haha, I've been playing horror/killing games since I was a mid single digit age. RE3 = ❤️), one of my favorite thing to read or write is definitely the more causal time, a day off from cop/agent life, like hanging out in a cafe enjoying a cup of beverage before a phone call asking you to get on with a case etc, or a date night with the other half, a more simple and violence free moment.

I always bring my notebook out whenever possible so I can write down random ideas that popped out or do some writing when I'm bored from waiting on friends that had yet to reach.

....

I should probably get back to updating my stories as well since the aching are gone. My arm and shoulder.. and my formely injured knee has been killing me since returning to badminton after being sideline for a bit. Is this what it feels to be a 90s kid? Bones creaking already.

Saw it somewhere that you have hurt your ankle? Gosh, get better soon! Ain't fun at all when somewhere of your leg is injured. When I injured my knee years ago, I couldn't even bend it for a long while so thank the maker for the invention of lifts since my class is always on the upper floors.

I have been following your page for a while now but never really tbought about chatting through this so please don't mind me being an anon~

Oh and 🐯 would be nice 😆

oh my gosh, so freaking true!! when i was a kid i was *determined* to finish the Little House on the Praries series, but every time i lost momentum and stopped and couldn't finish one of the lengthier ones i'd tell myself i had to start from the beginning all over again lol.

hahah fair!!

honestly, those are the points that we don't get to see on the shows! i think that's why those moments and relationships are so important to fic readers/writers. we want to see/experience the little quiet moments and memories.

my notes doc on my phone was so full of notes for fics, or screen shots of conversations chatting with besties about stories. sometimes voice memos LOL. i've drifted off from it SO much now and i hate that about myself, but i do know that this is always the tougher time of year for me to be creative and shit. there's never enough recovery time between shifts, there's extra shifts and shit to deal with, the sun goes down at 4:30pm daily, it's cold af. lol. nothing positive going on but the romanticizing of the holidays (which is why i like to host bingos this time of year and read y'alls creations lol)

oof! oh no! and LOL, yes, yes it is. i've got a shitty shoulder. what did i do? sleep on it wrong LOL. it sucks. returning to stuff is definitely hard too, esp if your body isn't quite ready. (and it will let you know lol)

ugh. yeah. it's been a month now and its definitely not healed. i just happened to hit a crack in the sidewalk downtown (was totally sober and wearing runners) but went down hard. i didn't have any kind of brace or anything to compress it with so the swelling got out of hand until i got a friend to take me to urgent care. it's much better now, and i'm generally not limping anymore, but it still aches after a shift lol. hopefully it's not going to be a permanent thing.

oh of course not! chatting like this is totally acceptable and a way to get to know people too! <3

hope you have wonderful week! sorry it took so long to get back to you, it's been one hit after another since the ankle injury lol.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

OH C R A P

THAT IS N O T GOOD

JUST AS SOON AS WE WERE HAPPY 😭

Ohhh gosh

Okay Athena you got this 😭😬

Yeahhh it's not great xdd

OHH NOOOO

Ohhhh crap oh crap oh crap

And they didn't think they were going down xd sounds even more stressful thinking you'll maybe be okay and then this happens

Ohh nooo crap crap crap

What can we do, except like land now or something??

Yeah he's helping :))) :')

Ohhh okay okay cool :O

Uhh ohhh

Yep hi back again kid xD :))

Okayy okayyy goood

Aww his dad 😭😭💔 that's what Athena wants to be saying to Bobby right now aagghhh :(((( 😭

Yep, strap in xd

Y'all I'm tense 😬 xD

Idk y'all it seems to be tipping up

UH OH

THE AUTOPILOT TURNED OFF

BRO CAN'T JUST DO THAT O.O 😳😳💀💀💀

YEAH IT JUST GAVE UP XDD

OKAY OKAY OKAYYY

OOP ATHENA UAGHH

OKAY PHEW THE KID GOT IT

Ahhh he has his own, I was wondering if he was gonna wander around to it lol

P H E W OKAY GOOD

And she can go back now 😭

HALLELUJAH, they're okay again 😭😭 for now anyway xD

LOL they're like "is that a child???"

LOL YEP XD

Yeah, found herself a copilot :D

Jem, a child xD go off lol

I was wondering if she was gonna say his age or something lol

But I think they can tell he's a kid xD

Okayy okay y'all we got this

OOPE they're all getting called :O

D A N G that's a lot of people :O o.o

Tons of firehouses

Yeah like half the department, I believe it xD

I mean a plane's gonna crash land in LA so o.o makes sense xD

BUCK

Gonna go get Bobby isn't he :o 😭 :')))

YEP

Well not just "a call" Hen but okay xD

Yep go Buck :')) go get your father <333

Okayy y'alllll I'm stressingg 😭

This happened earlier I think but idk when so lol

Ope yeah might wanna think about that 😳

I don't think they're listening to your phone right now xD

But it would be Bobby wouldn't it 😬🥺

Yeah 😭😭😭💔❤️ y'all I'm so not okay <333

Oop?

Ohh noo yeah 😬

Forgot they were supposed to be on that other one o.o wasn't sure if they are originally flying or not (though it would make sense)

The real question is can these guys be trusted though xdd

Hmmm this ain't good any way though

Agh yep straight to voicemail 😬 I was kinda hoping Athena would answer her but you know xD

Why can't they reach her though, if she could reach 9-1-1 and the ATC? Hmm idk

Bros chill

Like she doesn't want him lol like stealing him away to find out his secrets or help him escape or something xD

Well there is a very good explanation lol, not simple but xD

Okay okay we got this y'all

But ahhh crap we gotta land soon 😬😭

I'm not okay y'all xdd stressinggg

At least there's plenty of space and no more air traffic, to land xdd

We've had enough of other air traffic lol

Oh gosh y'all 😭

I just hope everyone ends up okay xd

[cirqosmos]

First of all: you are so cute and pretty omg😍 definitely blessed my day😪✋

Second: I’m so happy that you’re happy! Ever since I first began interacting with writers on Tumblr, I’ve always tried my best to support them and any decisions they made; i.e. stop writing, abandoning their blogs, etc. As long as they’re happy in life, then I’m like “more power to ya!” So I’m so happy to know that you’re happy now, especially after all that you’ve been through.

And although I love your writing, I hope that I’ll still be able to message you and talk with you, above all else. More than anything, I hope to have another Luné friend whom I can thirst over &TEAM with and discuss my undying love for them🥰 But moreover, I’m glad to know that you’re healthy and safe. I’m so proud of you.

Much love ❤️🫶🥰

—🌕🌑 anon

why are you so cute and kind, thank you very much anonnie! 💗💗 i truly think you're every writers fave anon/reader, bc when I read this back then—that was the first thought i had of u. any writer who have you would feel so comfy, like feel at home cuz that's how u made me feel. you're very thoughtful and considerate, i hope someone would be able to do that for u too. and dw, lunés are growing day by day!! and soon, it will be huge like mountain! but before that would happen, again my life ain't the best rn nor I'm the best person, but just send me texts whenever you would like to tell me and I would be happy to fangirl over &TEAM w u 💗

i wish u the same too, anonnie! pls take care 💗

[septixtrash]

Payback and Retribution Pt 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of death, mentions of gore (very little), mentions of drugs, depression

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You finally meet The Boys.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so long to publish this, my app I use to write deleted my original file so I had to rewrite it all over again. I haven't said what powers the reader has because it's a secret for the next chapter! Hope everyone enjoys this, I'm so thankful for all the support on Part 1! ❤️

Taglist: @spnwoman @veronicawritesstuff @atrxdxs @globetrotter28 @bronze-metal @deanwinchesterwifesstuff @buckybarnes-1917 @octobers-snow @faithm120601 @siospins2 @liuope @bxwitched @itsdesiree86 @epiphany-of-a-madwoman @bxrbiewrites @caffeinefueledfangirl @secretdreamlandmentality

“You must be well fucked in the head, agreeing to this…” Butcher tells you as you follow them both down to the parking garage.

He's right…

You walk right up to a beat up van, reaching for the handle. Butcher grabs your shoulder, scoffing. “Oi, just 'cause we're wanted doesn't mean we drive shitty cars…”

“That ain't mine.” He clicks a car alarm and points the opposite direction. “She is.”

“No fucking way…” You run up to an old black 87 Cadillac Brougham. It's in good condition too…

“I always wanted one! Vought wouldn't let us drive ourselves, had to have someone else drive for us. Ugh.”

Hughie grins. “I thought the same thing. He really looks like he owns a van!”

“Fuck off. Get in the car so we can fucking leave.” Butcher hops in the driver seat, Hughie sitting next to him.

You barely have time to climb in before he speeds off… dickhead.

“You didn't know the truth, did you?” Hughie turns around in his seat. “Before we came?”

You shake your head. “If I'd known sooner, they'd already be dead.”

It's still hard for you to wrap your head around the thought of it all… Ben's alive. Your own team betrayed you. Vought was behind everything and you'd been blindsided. It somehow hurts more, knowing that you’d been set up, that you’d been lied to. You think it would've been easier if you never found out the truth. Because through all the heartbreak, the tears, the endless nights high off your ass, desperately trying to savor the memories of him, it all meant nothing in the end.

As much as you'd rather be out hunting them all down, you knew you had to find Ben first. It wouldn't be right, getting revenge without him…

Hughie looks up at you, “I know how you feel… in a way at least.”

You raise an eyebrow, “and how's that?”

“A-Train killed my girlfriend Robin. Ran right through her… We were on the sidewalk, she took one foot off it, and then… then she was gone. The only pieces of her left were her arms that I held. He kept running, said he couldn't stop. He didn't bother apologizing, he lied to the media and Vought covered it up. They tried to buy my silence, but I-I couldn't take the money. It didn't feel right, being quiet about what happened. Why should I keep silent when he doesn't suffer any consequences. Butcher found me soon after…”

Poor kid. “I’m sorry… No wonder why you hate supes.”

You wonder what's Butcher's story…

“Don't be. Not all supes are like that, you know. You were always one of my favorites?”

You laugh. “Seriously, me? Why?”

“You weren't born a supe. You know what it's like being ordinary. You fought for the little guys, showed us that anyone can be a hero. I remember my Dad playing your old films, I used to want to be just like you…”

Your ears turn red. “T-thanks kid.”

You never felt you deserved to be a supe. To be called a hero. You just did what you felt right and helped others, because that's who you were, even before taking Compound V.

Maybe that's where it all went wrong, signing up for Vought's experimental program. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. You were young and needed the money, you were already struggling to make enough to get by. They offered a good hefty paycheck to those willing to try a serum they were working on. Of course you said yes, what a fucking mistake that was…

Pain, unlike anything else you'd ever felt. The serum rushing through your veins made it feel like you were dying. At first you thought you were.

They didn't tell you that most of the other subjects died. Their bodies rejected the serum. You somehow were lucky.

You got powers, but they came at a cost…

Vought made you their superhero. Dressed you up in latex and spandex and made you part of Payback, the first official supe team.

You thought you were fighting for freedom, but you were only fighting for a corporation.

You killed whoever they asked, saved whoever they wanted, all for ratings. That's all that mattered. How well the public responded to you.

You had it all, the fame, the drugs, the freedom…

You put on a face in front of the cameras, made it look like everything was fine, but in reality you were breaking inside. You'd never been so stressed before becoming a supe, but Ben, he made it look easy.

Maybe that's why you fell for him. He didn't have to put on an act, he was truly himself on and off the camera. He didn't care what anyone thought and that's what drew you to him. He taught you that you how be yourself again. But no one knew that…

Butcher turns around facing you. “Oi, we're here.”

You exit the vehicle and follow closely behind Butcher. He leads you all to a industrial looking building. Climbing the staircase, he stops in front of a door and unlocks it.

Stepping in, you have three pairs of eyes following you.

The place definitely didn't read: ‘We're wanted criminals.’ It was almost like an office, something you didn't expect from someone like Billy Butcher.

You face towards the only other woman in the room, a woman with long black hair.

“Hi!” You wave at her. “Nice to see Butcher has a woman on his team, I can already feel the testorone building in the room."

The woman uses sign language, signing hello.

Hughie laughs, Butcher just rolls his eyes. A man with a buzzcut stands up, “She doesn't talk. Her name's Kimiko. I'm Frenchie."

"Couldn't of guessed with your accent..."

The other man in the room turns away from you, grunts rolling his eyes. "Can we just hurry this up?"

“Who are you?” you ask, curious as to why the man clearly didn't like you being here.

“That's M.M.” Frenchie looks over at him. “He's got issues with Soldier Boy.”

Soldier Boy wasn't a good person. Everyone knew that. But he was only good to you.

There was so many things Ben didn't tell you; dark things he wasn't proud of.

Butcher pulls you from your thoughts. “Now that everyones here, let's go over the plan.”

You take a seat on the couch next to Kimiko.

“Your boy’s in Russia. We have a favor to our source, kill a target. Kimiko and Frenchie are already keyed in that. Once they're finished we'll be given the location.”

Kimiko pouts, signing something to Frenchie. He shakes his head at her then shrugs.

“You don't know where he is?!”

You should've known things weren't fully fledged out, but you expected a little more especially when these people were widely known supe killers.

“Oi, calm down will ya?” Butcher shouts.

Hughie looks away, rubbing his neck. There's a lot of tension in the room...

You face Butcher. “Who’s your source?” You rub your temples, sighing.

“Russian mobster, Little Nina. Frenchie here used to have a thing for her, now he owes her a favor. She told us if he does this for her, she'll tell us where the facility is.”

There has to be more than he's letting on… “What's the catch? Surely it can't be that easy, what's the favor she want?”

Frenchie speaks up, “She needs someone killed. But not by me…” he faces Kimiko who frowns. “Kimiko is the only who can do it.”

“Why her? No offense…”

“Because she's a supe like you. Little Nina knows that Kimiko doesn't want to do it, that's exactly why. She's doing it to get to me,” He sighs.

You get up from your place on the couch, rolling your shoulders, cracking your neck. “Well, when do we leave?”

[littlegodzilla]

Hiii would you write a modern au with Daryl x reader and their baby girl and where he’s nervous for her first day of kindergarten and cute little at home moments and them cuddling together! I would love this! Maybe start off getting ready for school and having breakfast and drop off. Ending with her telling them about her day and Daryl being a good dad and tucking her in at night! Sweet Daryl and reader moment in bed! Thank you ❤️

Hi!!

Thanks for your request!

I have to say that I loved your idea daddy Daryl it something that always melts my heart.

I hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!

Little Dixon.

Daryl x FemReader.

@gabymiller request.

Warning: Fluff. Daddy Daryl (no, not like that you perverts). Protective Daryl.

Words: 2200.

You wake up alone in your bed. Needing a moment to process what's going on or what time is it, you miss your man at your side.

It is quite late and you find it strange that Daryl is not lying next to you. You yawn as you stretch to clear your mind and get out of bed to look for him. Of course you don't need to go far. In the room next to yours is your husband. He is leaning against the door watching the little girl sleeping oblivious to her father's protective gaze. You stroke his back and he turns to look at you.

"What are you doing, Daryl?" you whisper so as not to wake your daughter.

"She starts kindergarten tomorrow... Don't ya think it's too soon? She's still too little, she ain't..."

"Daryl, she's three, it's a good age for her to start interacting with other children." You try to talk some sense into him.

"I didn't go to kindergarten, I went straight to school, and look at me, I'm normal." He protests again even though he knows his excuses are useless. You laugh softly.

"Nothing is going to happen to her..."

"Ya dun know that..." He sighs defeatedly agreeing to come back into the room with you.

The two of you lie down again, you cuddle up to him using his shoulder as a pillow and feel him kiss your forehead absentmindedly. You know he's still thinking about tomorrow, but you can't put it off any longer, like every child, your daughter needs to learn to live with other children, to play, to interact, to learn, to be full of other children's boogers, it's part of every human being's life. Daryl has become very protective of his little girl since she was born, it is very tender to watch him play and talk to her, but other times it is exhausting, because if it were up to him you are sure he would wrap the little one in bubble wrap just so nothing would happen to her.

"Try to get some more sleep, otherwise you're going to have a very hard day tomorrow."

"Remember the first time we saw her?" he speaks again and you smile against his chest. How could you forget.

"I remember you almost fainted." You joke and he laughs low not wanting to wake the little girl in the next room.

"She was so small, I was afraid to touch her and she was going to break..."

"I know, the first few days you didn't dare pick her up until she grabbed your finger and since then you've been unable to let her go." You sigh feeling excited, Daryl smiles, his fingers lovingly caressing your arm snuggling you a little more against him.

Being a Dixon has always been difficult, Daryl has never had an easy past, but since your little girl came into the world, it seems like things are less dark. Daryl has gone out of his way for her since before she was born. He has taken care of you every month, whatever it took to make sure you were comfortable and the baby lacked for nothing. Daryl worked hard in the shop, even though Merle had always been a mess the two brothers ventured into opening a shop with a mutual friend, Rick Grimes, and they never lacked for work, you worked from home and it had never been a problem for you with the pregnancy or taking care of your baby until now. When Daryl came home from the workshop he always found time, no matter how tired he was, to lie down next to you, rest his head on your belly and whisper little words to your baby, at first you found it funny to watch him talk to your belly button, but as your belly grew, your husband's words and caresses had an effect on your baby, you felt him move, he sought the warmth that the man gave off when he touched your skin.

From that day on you knew that the two of them would have a very special bond.

The next day you get up early to prepare breakfast, from far away you hear the screams and laughter of your little girl while Daryl dresses her. You know it is an important day, especially for your husband, he is going to leave his little girl in the hands of strangers and he is more nervous than the kid.

You leave the dishes on the table and smile when you hear hurried footsteps in the hallway followed by another heavier, calmer walk. Through the door appears a blonde hair and two intense blue eyes and she smiles excitedly. Daryl has dressed your little girl in a nice denim dress, black long-sleeved T-shirt, black and white striped tights and her sneakers. On her back is slung her backpack and she can't stop bouncing, eager to start her new adventure.

"Say good morning to mommy, honey." You hear your husband's voice and look up.

Your smile, loaded with tenderness towards the little girl, turns into a grimace of surprise when you discover your husband has put on a black shirt, new, you didn't even know it existed, jeans also new and he had abandoned his hiking boots for sneakers. You frown at him. He'd even combed his hair.

"What...?"

"Today is a special day... I-I wanted to set a good example and..." He tries to explain himself, biting his lip nervously, looking down at his feet.

"Daryl... you don't have to prove anything..." You sigh feeling your heart melt by the minute.

"I know, but I want to, for her."

Again it beats too fast and you smile nodding your head. You have a quiet breakfast, the girl mumbles a lot of things she has dreamt that night telling them with utmost emotion laughing every time her father made exaggerated faces of surprise for what she is telling. You leave them alone again, Daryl struggling to comb her hair and trying to put it in a ponytail, while you go to get dressed.

You leave the house when you all feel ready, of course the little one of the house is looking forward to it, but you take the walk to the kindergarten calmly, each holding one of her hands which she uses as a support to jump or sway laughing and having fun along the way. When you arrive at the school gates you see how Daryl is clearly tensing up, however no look is directed towards your family in a hostile way, rather some parents seem curious about the new arrival. There are children of various ages playing together, some already know each other from other years, others like your daughter are new there and seem frightened or disoriented. All the parents seem to have that worried grimace painted on their faces, but they all try to look strong so as not to worry their children. The little girl suddenly takes a step back, overwhelmed by the amount of people around her and Daryl instinctively squeezes her hand wanting to hold her in his arms, but then another girl walks up to her smiling.

"Hi!" she greets her with a mouth still growing a few teeth.

"H-hello..." She whispers in fright, hiding against her father's leg.

"Wanna come to play?" She offers her the other girl and as if it were a magic phrase, your daughter's state changes completely.

"Okay!" She nods her head, brave again, forgetting about you she runs behind the other girl who leads her to another group who seem to be the same age as her.

Daryl feels a strange tug in his chest as she lets go of his hand. He feels as if something has suddenly changed, he has been left behind, an uneasiness tightens in his chest and for a second he wants to go after her and retrieve her, but then he sees her smiling and laughing with those children as they play and he knows you are doing the right thing.

The rest of the day goes by faster than it seems. By the time you finish at work Daryl is already waiting for you to go pick up your little girl.

"I thought you'd be out later." You greet him by kissing him.

"Rick let me out to go pick up our lil'quake from school." He shrugs but you see his cheeks flush. It's obvious he's been thinking about the little girl all morning.

"Well come on then, I've missed her too."

Daryl stops the van at the entrance of the kindergarten, again there is a crowd of parents waiting for their little ones to leave the school. You both stand to the side trying to control your own nervousness. Again no one pays attention to Daryl, to his work clothes, to the grease on his hands, to the sweat on his forehead. He's not a Dixon there, he's just another father who is eager to take his little girl in his arms and go home. Your heart races again when you see her leaving accompanied by the same girl you had left her with that morning, the two of them talk animatedly, but when her eyes fall on you, everything else disappears. She says goodbye to her friend to run to meet you, her little arms don't embrace either of you, but Daryl catches her lifting her off the ground and filling her face with kisses making her laugh and squeal in amusement. You hug them both and kiss her on her chubby cheek. You had missed her, but weren't aware of how much until now.

The three of you go back to the van when she finishes saying goodbye to the rest of the children, your little girl has not been allowed to leave until she has said goodbye to all of them. All along the way she keeps talking and babbling about what she has been doing all morning. Her emotion and joy is contagious, making you both smile as you watch her in the rearview mirror, tied in her stroller, waving her arms in an exaggerated way and laughing at the memory of what she had experienced. You look sideways at Daryl and discover that his fear has dissipated a little, his smile is sincere and his eyes shine with intensity, with pride. He loves his little girl.

The afternoon passes between anecdotes and funny stories, your daughter has been given some coloring books with different activities to begin to stimulate learning, numbers, vocabulary, colors, all very basic but essential for her own development. Some things she already knows because you have practiced them at home and she is proud to know them.

After dinner and cleaning up the dishes, Daryl is in charge of taking the girl to bed, she is almost asleep on his shoulder when you kiss her and wish her goodnight. When you go up to your room to change into your pajamas you peek through the door to the girl's room, Daryl has tucked her in and is telling her a story, but she is already asleep. You smile and go into your room.

A sigh catches in your throat as you feel Daryl's body press against your back. His lips kiss your neck, one of his hands caresses your belly and another slips inside your pajama shorts. You stifle a gasp and close your eyes against his touch.

"We could have another..." He whispers against your skin and you smile still with your eyes closed.

"And have another week of nerves and anxiety?" you tease him a little and hear him snort, his hands leaving your caress to grab your waist and make you turn around.

"Sorry about that..." He apologizes, looking sideways at you. "I didn't..."

"You don't have to apologize to me, Daryl. I adore you, just the way you are. You're an exceptional father to our daughter, I know nothing bad will ever happen to her because she has you, I know she's going to be so happy, that she'll never feel unprotected." You smile and kiss him with infinite affection, Daryl reciprocates your kiss, hugging you and hiding his face in your neck.

"I feel like time has gone by too fast... like I haven't enjoyed myself enough with her..."

"Daryl she's only three, we still have plenty of time to be able to enjoy her." You try to cheer him up, but you understand what he means, you feel that way sometimes too.

"I know, but..."

"Daddy? Mommy?" You hear your little girl's voice in the doorway of your room and you separate to look at her.

"What's the matter, sweetheart, can't you sleep?" You look at her worriedly and she shakes her head.

"Can I sleep with you?" she asks in a breathy whisper and you smile at the same time.

"Sure you can, sweetie, come here." You tell her gesturing her into the room and she smiles. "That baby will have to wait." You whisper jokingly and Daryl laughs softly.

The three of you get into bed, your little girl right in the middle of the two of you, Daryl stretches his arms out to wrap them both around you and you both snuggle against his chest. Your daughter clings to your hands and squeezes in trying to feel you both. Your gazes connect once again, even though the day has been exciting and fun, she has missed you too.

She is the first to fall asleep, soon after you also fall asleep, Daryl is the last to close his eyes, enjoying the sight of the two women in his life sleeping peacefully. He sighs and falls asleep with a small smile, his hand holding yours and your daughter's tightly.

THE END.

I hope you liked it!!

I'll see you in the next stories!!

[angel-e-v-a]

Yes. Perhaps the angels originally had free will, only were coerced into viewing it as something forbidden. 

Or maybe they indeed were built like robots and free will was sometimes given by mistake. It actually sounds plausible, your theory. Sadly, I still didn't get to try that game, but it looks absolutely awesome.

Yeah. Not all arguments are bad in my opinion, some are quite silly and are actually just a proof of friendship. It’s hard to find someone you can argue with without actually ruining the relationship. 

I ain't. I’m super good at remembering dates and things like that, but I do admit I sometimes forget faces. You sound quite like my bf, he often remembers name but not face or remembers face but not the name, and forgets birthdays too, one day he actually asked me to tell him his own birthday, and I thought he had legit gone insane. 😂

And I know I’ve said this before too, but you deserve all the kindness and more as you’re an absolute sweetheart!!! ❤️ 🖤 ❤️ 🖤 ❤️ 🖤 ❤️ 🖤 ❤️ 🖤 ❤️ 🖤 ❤️🖤❤️ 🖤 ❤️ 🖤 ❤️

It is pure justice. I can’t forget. Only get even. Once that is done, I can actually start treating the person in question okay again, but it all depends of the severity of their act which angered me to begin with.

Same. I’m not intolerant as some people who can’t stand persons with different habits, opinions, etc, nor am I intolerant of people doing things they didn't know were a bother for me, but I tolerate nobody’s shit as to say, especially not persons who try to push their opinions onto me forcefully or are in any manner meddling with my life, and especially people that think they have right to ask me to justify myself for things. 

Like my neighbor for example, who accused me of not answering the doorbell on purpose because she saw the light from the window outside and pointing out that’s rude. Well, in my opinion, it was freaking rude to come over uninvited, and especially without even informing me that she was gonna drop by. Because first, someone just knocking on my door out of nowhere is gonna trigger me, especially if I’m alone and it’s night, and I may actually end up calling the police on their ass, or worse, open the door and try to knock them out with something before even checking who they are, as I’m terribly paranoid sometimes, and it’s not fun. And second, because I was actually in the bathtub, and what the fuck was I supposed to do? Run out naked to answer the door? Maybe then I would've been deemed insane and be left in peace. 😂 

And they are right. While being gentle is nice, being overly gentle or such in any occasion is not good at all. Show them you have claws and fight for yourself.  ❤️

I’m so glad you’re doing well now, and I sincerely hope you’re going to feel even better soon and I hope nothing like that ever happens again to you.  ❤️ 🖤 ❤️

Yes, precisely, occupying yourself with anything does wonders. I think I’d go insane if not for books, games, and writing random stuff I don’t even have any intention to publish, or making gifs etc. 

Thanks, sweetie. ❤️ Well, I’m not hoping for a fairytale, as to be honest, fairytales are rarely encountered in real life, and even if they were, things always going smooth would grow monotonous with time, but I hope there’s not gonna be so much trouble anymore. 

Yeah, if you want relationship to function you need hard work, and of course support is vital. Especially if you’re living with someone, as then nothing can function if there’s no support and understanding. I don’t say that everything can be understood, but at least one should try. Because living with someone who actually would never even try to understand any of the things I do, or support me in them, no matter how insignificant they are, is terrible.    

I’m quite great with caring about pets, had a couple of them over years, but there’s one problem: I’m no authority for them. I can’t train them, they have absolutely no need to listen to me as I’m allowing them anything. Back then when I just started living with my bf, we used to live with a cat. Not ours, actually, but landlady’s, however he was with us all the time as he was extremely angry at his owner for abandoning him with us as she had to go on a month long trip, and even when she returned he barely even went to her, except for food, and even for that not always. 😂 

Anyhow, he loved climbing on tables and stuff (once he actually jumped into the sink), but my bf always rebuked him for it, and he’d listen to him. However, each time my bf would go out, and the cat would jump at the table when I was eating, or jumping beside my laptop to look at the screen, he was so cute, and I just couldn't say shoo go away. And the cat would forgot he wasn't actually supposed to be there, so he never actually learned the tables are not for him rule, all because of me.

As for plants, I care for them regularly, but they still die. Maybe they feel I don’t actually love them much?

I miss having a pet too. I want a snek and a fluffy bunny. And a cat, and a dog, a parrot, guinea pig, iguana, hedgehog and a tarantula.  😂😂😂 Seriously, I want so many of them I’d need a four-story house just to fit them all in. But most of all I want a snake, and we’re gonna buy one when we finish with all the planned movings in a year or so. 

Oh my, first time Nick said he was glad Lucifer was gone, I was all furious, and I actually commented out loud: I’m gonna be glad when you’re gone. I can’t believe I said something like that. But I guess the joke’s on me, as he indeed is gone, and once he was I wasn't glad, but was crying so much over him it was actually ridiculous. 😭 😭 😭

On the other side, Nick’s reaction was understandable, he was in shock and actually, I don’t think he remembered everything at the time, don’t think he remembered much about his life as Lucifer’s vessels save for those couple of horrid moments. He couldn't even recall why did he say yes until Castiel reminded him. 

Nick having some psychological trouble was to expected, after all, it would be stupid that he went through all of that unchanged. But while he’s a psycho, he’s still not a total one, and I don’t care what anyone says, but I don’t think he’s truly evil. Yes, he has blood-lust and drive to kill due to whatever psychosis he has, but at the same time he’s not mindlessly killing around. He stopped himself from killing that girl in 14x07, he didn’t kill Donna back when he could, which would’ve been a logical option in his case, seeing as he’s smart enough to know that she wasn’t gonna stay knocked out for long, but was gonna follow him. Yet he didn't.  Not that I wanted him to do it, I like Donna, she’s fun and all, and probably the only not-supernatural female character I really like except Claire and Charlie. As for others, I accepted Mary and thought Bella was kinda cool, but my love for SPN females is restricted to my beloved witch, pretty angel Anael, and most of the recurring demon ladies, like Meg and Abaddon and Dagon. All others are not really my cup of tea.

Anyhow, the point is that Nick probably knew that it was smart to kill Donna, and maybe he would’ve never got arrested in that case, yet still he didn’t. Because he still had morals, had conscience. It's why he needs Lucifer. Because he can’t live like that and wants to be safe from all of it. I think he would've never ever tried to kill Mary if Abraxas didn’t ask for it.  

I didn’t really ship them much before. Sure, I shipped them, but only in the terms of thinking it was a cute ship, and my heart wasn't fully behind it. I was all Samifer for a long time, but then they slowly killed my ship, because as much as I hoped that Sam was gonna understand and accept him, he betrayed him and caged him, and Lucifer tortured him for so long, and they both really went through every border of acceptable toxicity in my opinion. I do still love seeing good Samifer fics and arts, but I can never say I ship it again, sadly. 

However, now, it’s impossible not to ship Nick/Lucifer. I mean, whatever bad the writers did, at least they gave me the most wonderful ship I’ve ever shipped. 

Yeah, the entire season was a roller-coaster, in every manner. And they actually made me cry for shows again, dang it. Starting that moment when Dean dreamed he was in the box, from everything that happened in that episode, I was tears all the way. Then I cried the next episode too, then made a pause, then legit cried during 17th (and a whole week after that one), 18th, 19th and 20th. I think If I collected all those tears, I would have enough water to fill a small pool.  

Hahahah, yeah, I never believed something like that would happen. I didn't see it coming, especially after Nick’s former thoughts about Lucifer. You’re right for that. And canon? I’ve absolutely no idea what that thing is. Is that even a real word? 🤔

Bloody, still beautiful - Nick Part 5

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAH okay promo time 😭😭 I can do this xd

Out here wiping my eyes and stopping screaming to watch the promo (neither of those are true - the first ain't even literal lol)

AAAAHHHHHH CARLOS YOU ARE NOT LOOKING GOOD MY GUY

A A A H

I didnt even RECOGNIZE THAT as TK's VOICE for a second 😯😯😬😭😭😭😭

But y'all the ANGST <3333 ❤️❤️❤️❤️👀👀😍😍❤️

Anyway back to being DISTRAUGHT and IN FEAR

O P E

Oh my gosh

"No one's gonna find you though"yeah that's because you didn't FREAKING TELL ANYONE WHERE YOU WERE GOING!!!!

THE K I T?????

C o n C E R N . jpg ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Oh no

"Looks like a pattern"?????

A SERIAL KILLER????!!?!?!!!?? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😳😳😳

AAAAHHHHH WHAT THE HECK

AAAAHHHHHH AWW CARLOS 😭😭😭

BRO LOOKS LIKE HE IS GOING T H R O U G H IT

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "We're not gonna find him alive, are we?" SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP S T O P P P P P EVERYBODY SHUT UP YES WE ARRRRE TK 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I am actually losing my mind

Y'all I just. I swear

Okay, that's the last of my last thoughts. Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

*Ahem* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

If you'll begrudge me a very long scream again 😌.

ANYWAY!

I absolutely LOVED this episode!! I thought it was amazing :DD. It had so much DRAMA an ANGST and it was also HILARIOUS at parts xD. I promise that's just emphasis not me highlighting the words lol. Anyway, I loved Owen's storyline, even I'm frustrated over it xD, and I LOVED Iris's :D. Plus the call was amazing xD. The one with he cliff lol. Anyway, I loved it all 🥰🥰. Now, I'm gonna try to keep this short, but we'll see what happens lol - time for the individual parts xD.

First of all - Judd, Mateo, Marjan, Paul, and Nancy. My 126 lovelies 🥰🥰🥰. I was about to just do them four but then I was like nah Nancy gotta join them. I decided to leave Tommy on her own though lol. Anyway!!! As always I loved them :DDD. I missed seeing them much he episode but it makes sense with everything else going on :/ :). Still, the all was great XD (the all did great jobs of course), and the scene at the endddd 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔. Oh my gosh I'm still not over that - I know it's only been like an hour and 20 minutes but still xD. I don't think I'll ever get over it lol. Also, for a second I nearly said just 20 minutes and then I remembered: oh yeah, it's 9:08 (big emphasis on the 9 but I can't capitalize a 9 unless I spell it out lol). Anyway! Gotta shout-out Nancy's acting on the cliff call XDD wonderful lol. "Live!! Live!!!!" XDDD Iconic lol. Also Judd calling Owen out was *chefs kiss* as always. Plus, he's definitely sus, so if we need anyone for anything involving that, Judd's our guy. Kind of like TELLING SOMEONE WHERE YOU'RE GOING- sorry XD. Anyway, I loved them all <33 hope to see them more soon :))). ❤️❤️❤️.

Tommy! I really liked her scene with TK :DD. It was amazing <333. Her being there for him, comforting him :')). Work mom for real <333. And we love her for it (and many other things lol) 🥰🥰. Also, she did amazing with her job as well :DD 🥰🥰. And I just have to mention her acting in the first call XD. Not that she even did much, more just what she was actually doing lol. Girl was just sitting there XD. Like barely blanker than 😌 XDDDD. Icon, lol, amazing xDD. I love her ❤️❤️❤️🥰.

Grace time :). We LOVE OUR GIRL GRACE for being so amazing working out the call :DD. And also she was just so good in that scene in general 😭 - the shock on her face, the near desperation in how fast she was talking to Carlos- MMH, wonderful <33. Anyway, she was an icon all around this episode :DDD, and of course did her job wonderfully <33 ❤️❤️❤️🥰. Amazing, love her so much :'D.

Owennnn! My man. He was wild this episode XD. Like. SIR. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?? XDD. I mean, hey, I wasn't really, genuinely suspicious of O'Brien either - as an overall, at any time in the process sort of thing, Owen was more suspicious of him than I was XD. That was at the beginning lol. But like. STILL. SIR. You can't just go around telling FBI business XD. I just KNOW this I gonna have consequences (obviously), and bad ones xd. Not just in the case but for us, our family/characters. It's gonna be rough lol. You gotta admit though, Owen, and a lot of his scenes, were hilarious this episode XDD. It was a nice contrast to the other plot, the Iris plot, just like last week. Which is wild considering it's a nazi domestic terrorism plot xDD. Anyway lol, I'm excited to see where it's going 🥰. If more stressed, now, lol. Also despite all this I'm wondering, who did he get to play his niece in law XDD. O'Brien, lol - not that that description fits anyone else xd. But like, seriously, who? Is it just another one of the honor dogs' wife or something? Or his (O'Brien's) daughter? Or maybe he's even lying to her, and she really does think he's in there to try to get her husband/boyfriend back. Ah, idk though! Wild lol. Anyway, loved the plot, and yeah, sure, loved Owen lol. Still frustrated with him though xdd.

Now

The moment we've all been waiting for XD

TK and Carlos <3! An also Iris :). So! First let's kinda go over individual stuff. TK first!

My poor booyyyyyy 😭😭. He clearly felt so guilty for like, 80% of the episode xd. All except the call where they found Iris, pretty much, since that was the only time he was under the impression she was kidnapped (which she was but, yk xD). Just- agh 😭😭 xdd. Quick lighter note, amazing acting from TK on the cliff call XDD. Wonderful just as the other two lol, an icon <333. Anyway XDD (gosh that scene was so hilarious lol), TK having to confess going to see Iris in that first scene :((. I wish he got a chance to explain, but he and Carlos were both thinking that could've been the cause, so I don't even think he would've in that short a time. I mean, he just apologized instead of trying :'((. But also, I don't think Carlos would have cared. I don't blame him, but he was emotional and it was something they'd planned not to do, and could've caused Iris's disappearance. It sucks but it makes sense :'(. Also when TK said he wasn't hungry in he last scene I literally wasn't either 😭 xD. I was eating dinner throughout the episode and I'd just finished a bit when I set my food down to watch more intently lol. But I also felt literally a bit nauseous XDD I don't think I was full, I think it was just the drama lol - and THAT is impressive. Especially considering this has to work out lol. Anyway, TK in the last scene was absolutely heartbreaking 😭😭❤️. I really hope he didn't think Carlos's main reason for not coming home was him still being upset :'(((. But I think he probably did <33 💔. Anyway, I love him, he was great this episode xd <3333.

Now, a bit on Iris :D. AAAHHHHHHH I'm so glad she's okay :'DDD. I thought it would take a lot longer to rescue her, but this does make the most sense lol :'). Or t least, a lot of it. In hindsight, I see it XD. Anyway, it makes sense, and I didn't think she'd die or anything, but I'm so glad she's okay :'DD. But my poor girl :((((. Also, the thing about mental health is so sad 😭😭😭. Because yeah, seriously, just as I figured (I assume most of us did), they were discrediting things because of her illness. And it was making her doubt everything :'(((. She didn't deserve that 💔💔💔💔. Doesn't, is probably better <33. And I mean, given that there was no one seen coming out of that house, I cnt really blame the detective, but still :/. I mean, I can partially blame her because of the whole in the trunk, and also head injury hing, but still XD. Most people don't automatically jump to secret passages (like me - or, unlike me I suppose) lol. Anyway, I'm glad Iris is alive and physically (mentally too besides the doubting herself and no doubt the trauma from this :'((( ) okay :'DD. Besides that concussion lol. Carlos still needs that annoying little sister :'). That is not the only reason I'm glad she's alive btw XD, I'm just kinda joking. And annoying bc she teases him lol. Anyway <333. I love her :)) ❤️🥰🥰.

Now, Carlos. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! XDD now, anyway lol. Honestly I'm more distraught than shocked xD. We all knew this was coming lol. And I know, I KNOW, that Carlos is gonna be okay (and I also know it just sounds like I'm trying to convince myself of that but like. we literally know lol xD), but it's still scary 😭😭😭. I'm still nervous as heck lol xDD. Just for how everything's gonna work out! Anyways, more organized stuff time XD. More organized as in more than just now. Anyway, poor Carlos 😭😭😭. His heartbreak in that first scene, and then like almost betrayal when TK revealed that he visited Iris - MMH, AAH 😭😭 xd. I was really hoping tarlos would actually make up, especially quickly, but no such luck 😭. I mean, they're no totally arguing, not yk xD. And there's gonna be so much going on (and much more important stuff at that) when we get Carlos back that I doubt we're gonna talk about it then either. Pro tip: get kidnapped to avoid talking to your fiance. XDD Sorry, I know, I'm evil. But it's not thaaat bad lol. I was just thinking about what I was just talking about earlier while I was a few minutes behind/late catching up on the last of the liveblogging lol, and that thought entered my head XD. Anyway lol. Side now, pretty sure this is about as long as Iris's now and I've barely gotten into the plot xD. Anyway! Let's actually talk about this episode, not the next one lol xD.

I loved seeing protective Carlos, and slightly detective Carlos (lol rhymes) this episode. Him going into shift early - we know it wasn't just anger -, going to the cliff, immediately joining Iris's rescue, carrying her out, holding her hand, standing up for her to the detective, hugging her and kissing her head when she talked about how awful it was and the mental illness side of things. Amazing <33. And then he went and did a dumb thing xdd. Whyyyy would he do that without backup 😭😭. I do remember thinking for a split second "he doesn't want the trail to go any colder" and then passing that as good and forgetting about it in the moment, but I think it was mostly just emotions, even if he did try to justify it lol xD. Also, I'm frustrated but not too mad at him for being mad at TK - he was emotional, it was gonna happen. And UGH I'm rushing this bc I worked on half of this and the end of this post for like 20 minutes and I was gonna be able to do it before midnight and then it didn't save even though my wifi was fine when I clicked save to go post it :'(((. And I am really upset about that bc I had to start from halfway through Carlos's section and I tried but I had three minutes and now it's past midnight xd. So I'mma try to get past how upset I am bc it's arbitrary, and just hurry this up. Besides I don't wanna retype all that anyway xd. This is most of it, I can't remember all of it >://. Ugh I'm really upset xd. Whatever. I'mma just pretend it doesn't bother me. OH MY FREAKING GOSH IT DID IT AGAIN. ALL OF THAT. FREAKING AGAIN. I WANT TO SCREAM TUMBLR COULD YOU PLEASE JUST W O R K!!!! U G H H H H H H H H. I want to SLEEP this has taken me an extra 40 minutes and is making me literally cry just WHY. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME TUMBLR??? I'm literally gonna be saving every two seconds this time and then I'm going to resist chucking my phone across the room. I am going to try and act enthusiastic about this since the entire point of this is so I know what I was feeling instead of just my current rage. This is so stupid I know but whatever.

Anyway, I am so scared for the next episode 😭😭😭. Like VOEUNZUGAKSPB. I don't deserve this :'(((. But like I am so ready XDD. And also not at all lol xdd. It's gonna hurt but I will be LOVING the angst. And dying XD. I don't know how I'm gonna make it through it lol. Because it is going to be ROUGH, Carlos is gonna be going through it xdd. Also, at least they both said I love you at the end <333. That'll make it a tiny bit easier xddd. I will however still be screaming the entire time XDD. Anyway, I am SO EXCITED :DDD. And very scared XDD. Like, I know Carlos will be fine. I'm SURE (literally xD), unless the wedding promo bits (the planning) are with a ghost xD. But I can still be nervous lol. Oh, also! If I don't get to see TK hearing the news, or at LEAST TK telling the others, it is a crime <3. And homophobic <3. Jsyk <3. XDDD But honestly I need it. Anyway, back to Carlos lol! I loved him this episode, he was amazing 🥰🥰🥰. And I am so scared for him next episode xdd. I love him <333.

Overall, I loved loved loved this episode. I am looking forward to regular calls again, though. I love the drama and everything right now and I know it doesn't always leave room for regular calls, but I hope we have them again soon. Though the calm today was great lol. The CPR on the sex doll whole thing was just- amazing XD. Top notch call lol, and amazing performances xDD. Anyway, I loved the storylines this episode! Obviously the whole Iris situation, but Owen's too! Even if I am frustrated with him xD. But, still, I think it's gonna be really interesting, and I wanna see where it goes from here! Also it's hilarious XD. Like it's weird that it has but it has some really funny scenes lol. They've gotta fit it in somewhere xD. I'm cool with it this way lol. And, of course, I loved the Iris storyline :). It was awesome, and I'm so excited to see more. Anyway, I'm terrified of next week, but I'm also so excited :DD. I'm not at all ready, and I am so ready xD. I'll probably just be screaming the entire time. Anyway, I love all of them 🥰🥰❤️ <33.

So yeah! I loved this episode. I really enjoyed the storylines! I'm nervous for the next one. This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 3: Cry Wolf

What a great episode! I am so excited and also so, so scared for the next one. I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 4: Abandoned

See you next week!

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Awww lol, they're so adorable :'))

Ayy!! So you don't even have to worry about it :'DD

That's so amazing :)) <333

I'm talking about the insurance btw

Aww Carlos 😭😭💔❤️❤️

AHHH :))) heheee she's asking about TK 🥰🥰🥰

Also okay lol so he did tell her off screen there xD or Michelle did lol

A A H H H IS THIS GONNA BE A PARALLEL TO WHEN HE TOLD MICHELLE ABOUT HIM

If he says he's a ten I will die xD

Okay lol he didn't but that's honestly for the better xDD

Aww telling her all about him 🥰🥰

LOL I think it's telling that literally two seconds in the mentions TK's danger magnet-ness XDD

SGKDJHFKSJGDS "Smokin'" THE NEW "HE'S A TEN" XDD CARLOS but also like he right he right lol xD

Wait you told her you were engaged right

Okay good lol xD :))

Ahhh she wants to meet him before then xD

Lol Carlos she ain't joking

SFLGHDJDKLS poor Carlos xDD

They gonna share so much dirt about you sir lol

I'm sure it'll be okay though :)))

Awww that was amazing 🥰🥰🥰

I'm glad we don't have to wait too long lol, P H E W

There better not be any problems with the divorce xDD

Ooop Owen and Judd

SLGKFHDKJLS JUDD XDD

Lol

Uh ohhhh that's not sus at all xdd

Y'all these warning signs xDD

It's probably easier knowing already but I still think I'd be sus lol

Ooope idk Owen this looks sus

LOL it's for Mikey xDD

O P E

Yk Owen I think it's a good thing it's Mikey xDD I mean I figured it was but yk lol

Uh oh

O P E

Ohhh nooo

NOOOO

N O P E, GET OUT OF THERE

Okay good xdd

Lol y'all xDD

Owen let's be honest you are lonely, it happens like every season xDD

Ahh there'sss the liiiine 👀 xD

Don't worry Owen I'm sure you will have a dragon VEEEERRY soon lol

Awww y'all are cute :)))) my besties <333