#Oh and her name is Maggie lol

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

I had to write about a freckled, red-headed teen model for school and anyways I kinda love her now

Explanation of what on earth is going on in this under the cut :D

She’s not looking very model-esque atm bc she’s had about 4 hours of sleep and has been taking care of her little brother who just got out of the hospital

she’s at the store buying skittles for him lol

and someone spilled milk all over her shoes

it’s a quite the story.

[nero-neptune]

NORTHERN EXPOSURE 3.04 “Animals R Us”

“You got a dog. Good! You spend too much time by yourself, O’Connell. Besides, pets are said to have a humanizing effect.”

[simgerale]

✨ Coming Soon… ✨

Sequel to Regal

[poptartmochi]

dear god... suddenly emo about Magdalena and Isaac 😢😢

[brooooswriting]

how would sam react to their s/o being mad at her, and her not knowing what she did. just curious lol

Whyyyy?

Sam carpenter x reader

This is pretty short but still kinda cute ig

Sam was confused, well actually that was an understatement. You hadn’t talked to her since yesterday evening, you went to your apartment with a small bye and since then you hadn’t answered her calls or texts. You disappeared as soon as she entered, breaking your conversation with Quinn and Tara. She only knew that you were fine because you didn’t answer Tara’s messages. It wasn’t hard to figure out that you were mad, she just didn’t know why. You were fine one moment and the next one you just left, it was confusing.

The whole day while Sam was at work she checked her phone and spammed yours with even more texts, hoping that you’d respond to at least one of them. But you didn’t. So she did the only thing she could think of, drive by your apartment. She used the key you gave her a couple of weeks ago to let herself in, it was already late.

But before she drove to your apartment she decided to stop at a small store where she got you some flowers, chocolate, a stuffed animal and a heating pad. There where two options:

1. She fucked up and that’s why you were mad

2. You were on your period

She decided to get you your favorite things either way, if you had your period you’d be happy about the gift and talk to her again and if she did something wrong she could use those things to bribe you into telling her what she did wrong so she could fix it. She didn’t want to apologize through material things without knowing what she did wrong.

The moment you heard your door open you freaked and grabbed the bat that sat next to you bed, Sam made you keep it there. You carefully walked out with the bat to see Sam, “oh you” you mumbled and sank the bat. “Yeah me, I brought you some stuff” she held the flowers tight in her hand. “Keep ‘em or put em on the counter” you mumbled walking back to the bedroom, causing Sam to groan. “Can you please talk to me? Let me know what I did wrong so I can fix it” she called out as she followed you into your bedroom. There she got here answer, there was chocolate wrappers everywhere, your bed was a mess and a pack of period articles next to your bed. Plus, you were laying in bed holding your stomach.

“Oh honey, is it your time?” She mumbled as she laid behind you in bed, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. You only grumbled in response, “does is hurt bad?” She asked again only receiving a grumble. She went and got you some pain medicine, water, chocolate and the stuffed animal she got you. “Now wanna tell me what I did wrong?” Her voice made you melt, just like the way her arms wrapped around your middle to pull you closer. “You didn’t text me” you answered in a shushed voice, after a small what it suddenly clicked. She was supposed to text or call you when she had her break at work but she didn’t. “Oh baby, I’m sorry” she started as she pulled you even closer placing a kiss on your neck. “Maggi…” as soon as you heard that name you grumbled again which made her laugh a bit, “she didn’t come to work and she didn’t tell anybody so I couldn’t take a break. Im sorry I didn’t call”

It took a second before you turned around and hugged her waist, hurrying your face in her neck which confused her. “Im sorry” you mumbled this time, confusing her for a moment, “Im just very moody and I overreacted” you continued making her coo. “It’s alright. If it hurt your feelings, it hurt your feelings and I’m sorry I caused it. Now what are we thinking about ice cream?” You immediately sat up with a grin causing her to laugh too. “Alright, I’ll be back real quick” she was about to stand up when you threw yourself at her which made her fall back on the bed again. You pressed a couple of kisses against her lips making her smile.

About 15 min late she came back with ice cream and a heating pad. “Gosh I love you” you mumbled as you devoured the ice cream. When you were done eating Sam quickly pulled you on top of her, kissing your head. “Next time, just tell me when you’re moody alright? I could have brought ice cream directly” she joked before kissing you one last time.

[exactlymaximumgarden]

what i did for love (jschlatt x reader fic)

chapter 2: new guy

summary: after endless chatter about the so-called "new guy," you finally have a less than ideal run-in with him. word count: ≈2.0k warnings: fem!reader, use of (y/n), kinda angsty later on a/n: hi chat. this chapter is kinda tea so i hope you like it lol song: again and again - the bird and the bee

You never thought you’d be more grateful for a lunch break in your life. The cast had been dismissed for an hour just after running the emotional monologue from the character Paul, which promptly followed your solo dance number. Teching your routine wasn’t too much of a hassle, but the actual choreography was beyond grueling. You were more than ready for a breather.

Surprisingly, Schlatt, during the run, wasn’t a bother at all. You could’ve sworn you caught him glancing at you from the wings at certain points, and you couldn’t say for sure whether or not he had seen any of your solo at all, but during the monologue afterward in which everyone in the cast was offstage save for your castmate Mateo, Schlatt was nowhere to be found. 

Not that you had a problem with that, anyway. Hell, you didn’t care what all he fucked off to do as long as you didn’t have to be there for any of it.

Now, you could only do your best to rid your mind of all thoughts related to him as you sat in your dressing room, which you shared with Victoria and two other castmates, Sierra and Lola. Aside from your already established bond with Victoria, you’d taken it upon yourself to build a closer friendship with Sierra and Lola since they played the characters Maggie and Bebe respectively, so naturally you would have to stand near them in the chorus line formation. That was also partially the reason the four of you had been grouped together to share a dressing room, so it was only beneficial for you to have a good rep with both.

The four of you were plopped in a circle on the dressing room floor, accompanied by your other castmates Ari, Mateo, and Dante. All seven of you picked at your lunches, more interested in the conversation at hand than actually eating. However, the topic quickly shifted to the oh so mysterious new guy, and as much as you wanted to shut your brain off than have to listen to speculations about Schlatt, you were also insanely hungry. So, you simply forced yourself to sit there and listen.

That was just like Schlatt, you couldn’t help but think sourly. Always the center of attention, even when he wasn’t in the room.

“Has anyone actually gotten a chance to talk to him yet?” Lola asked, her amber eyes twinkling with curiosity as she scanned the group. 

“I accidentally bumped into him after we teched my scene,” Mateo piped up. “He was pretty nice. Apologized to me and all. Even though it was totally my fault.”

“Can I say he’s kinda hot?” Sierra was next to chime in, her silvery voice quickly filling the silence. A quiet laugh promptly rippled through the group, although it took a bit of willpower on your behalf to keep your own from sounding too forced. “Like, respectfully? I’d smash.”

“You’d smash anything that breathes.” Ari, seated behind her on the dressing room counter, nudged her teasingly with his leg.

“Hey, can you blame me? I’ve tried every dating app there is. I’m debating whipping out the last resort any day now.”

“eHarmony?”

“No. Becoming a nun.”

“Okay, but do we know why they brought in someone new so late in the process?” Victoria interrupts. “What happened to the old stagehand? What’s-his-face?”

“Who cares what his name was? He got fired, and good thing.” This heated answer was spat from Dante, who had been cast in the show as the lively tap-dancer Mike. His heavy Brooklyn accent was interwoven through every syllable as he continued, “He was a fuckin’ idiot, not to mention a total dick. Always actin’ like he knew everything, being a shit to Vanja and all. I’m surprised she didn’t kick his ass out sooner. But I heard they put out an open call for someone to fill in for ‘im. Anyone with at least basic knowledge of allat computery shit. I guess that’s how they roped the new guy in. Shat, or whatever he’s called.”

Of course. He made perfect sense for the job. He’d wanted to go into computer science before he’d gone down the rabbit hole of his own career. “Schlatt.” You couldn’t keep the correction from spilling from your lips. You weren’t all too thrilled to discover the way his name still tasted like acid on your tongue.

“Yeah. That.”

“Well, at least he seems nice.” Victoria shrugged. “Upgrade from the last dude.”

“Nice and sexy!” Sierra giggled, earning another nudge from Ari.

Despite yourself, you opened your mouth. You had the insatiable urge to say something, maybe a cryptic, biting remark directed towards Schlatt. Something about how nobody here knew what he was really like, how he was the furthest thing from nice, how he’d ruined everything. However, you were promptly interrupted by a knock on the dressing room door.

“Hello?” Lola called out, craning her neck to snag a better view of the visitor.

The door creaked open, and Lacey poked her head in. Lacey was a petite, curvy girl, her hair tied up in pigtails and extravagant eyeshadow powdered against her lids. She’d been cast as Val, so she figured going over the top in her stage look would fit the character. Nobody had the heart to tell her she looked clownish.

“Just wanted to tell you guys we have five minutes until we’re back,” she explained in her typical squeaky tone, a toothy grin spreading across her lips. “Vanja’s giving us a bit of extra time to get settled, though. She just finished introducing herself to Jay.”

For whatever reason, Lacey first-naming Schlatt created a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. Nobody ever did that. Not in his circle, anyway. But you couldn’t necessarily fault her for that. She didn’t come from his circle. That was a you problem.

“Thanks, Lacey.” You quickly hopped to your feet, stashing what was left of your lunch back with your belongings. “I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. Will someone let Vanja know in case I’m not back in time?”

“I got it,” Victoria instantly volunteered, to which you shot her a grateful smile.

“Go piss, girl!” Ari murmured, resulting in a collective snort among the group. He elicited a grin from you, too, but you’re already out the door by the time you clocked it.

___

Wandering through the twisting hallways of the backstage area reminded you of yet another thing you’d never get used to regardless of how long you’d been performing. It never seemed to fully register that the older the theatre, the more historic the building, the dingier the backstage was. And right now, you might as well have been traversing a maze.

All this for a piss.

You couldn’t tell how long it took you to actually locate the bathrooms within the labyrinthine hallways, and you could only imagine that, with your luck, it’d be even longer before you found your way back to the stage. And of course that proved to be true. Before you knew it, you were lost. It wasn’t your fault, you kept telling yourself. This is why you exclusively used the restrooms out in the theatre’s foyer. At least those were easy to find.

“Whoa!”

You were instantly snapped out of your daze as you collided with someone’s larger frame. You stumbled backward from the impact, but whoever you ran into quickly clamped their hands around your biceps to keep you from completely falling on your ass.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I-” Your vision refocused, your voice instantly trailing off as you gazed upward at the person before you. Schlatt’s eyes bore into yours, hints of both concern and amusement evident in his gaze. Suddenly, the grip on your arms turned from something relieving to much more revolting.

The corners of his lips tilted upward in the faintest of smiles as he let go of you, stepping back. You could feel his gaze raking over you, taking you in. “Hey, stranger,” he greeted, leaning against the wall beside him.

You wanted to walk away, turn your back on him this instant. But you couldn’t. You felt paralyzed. Rooted to the spot.

“Hi,” you muttered in return.

“How’s it goin’? Been a while, huh?”

“Yep.” No shit, it’s been a while. I never wanted to see you again. “I’ve been fine. Been busy with the show and all.”

“I can imagine. Seems like a lotta work already.”

“It’s Broadway. Of course it is.” Your tone came out a bit more biting than intended. Schlatt quickly seemed to catch on, his brow quirking up in a slight smirk.

“You’re right. Stupid thing of me to say.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. You huffed out a scoff, but it was clearly forced. “Well, uh, hey,” Schlatt tried once more after an awkward silence ensued. “I saw you dance a little bit. From the wings. You did… good.”

“Good, huh?” You folded your arms across your chest, a bit exasperated with how the conversation was going nowhere.

“Yeah. You did good,” he repeated, his eyes still glued to you. It was growing increasingly hard not to shudder under his stare, feeling like prey beneath him. Your stomach churned, and you could practically hear your heart’s frenzied beating within your eardrum. For a moment, he fell quiet once more, and you swore you saw his expression falter. Whatever air of confidence was there before seemed to melt, devolving into something softer, something unreadable… disappointment, maybe? Regret? “You look good, (Y/N).”

It felt like the world stopped at that. You had to fight every fiber within you that wanted to bark out an incredulous laugh. “Really?” you instead asked, bewilderment of his utter audacity clear in your voice. “Is this a joke?”

Schlatt instantly straightened, no longer leaning on the wall. An air of defensiveness flickered over him. “What? Can I not say you look good?”

“Are you actually asking me that?” It shouldn’t have been so easy for him to rile you up, get under your skin.

Schlatt’s lips flattened into a straight line as he heaved a heavy sigh. “(Y/N), come on. Listen, I know these aren’t ideal conditions, but-”

“Like hell they aren’t!” You ran a hand through your hair, feeling like you might as well have been on the brink of tearing every single strand out. “Just stop. Not now. Don’t do this to me.”

“Why not now? Look, we gotta talk at some point.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about. You made things very clear when you decided you were done with me,” you spat. Schlatt opened his mouth to protest, but you quickly interrupted. “Can you please just do me a solid and point me back to the stage? I’ve got more important things to focus on right now than this.”

He stopped dead in his tracks. His usually soft expression was icy, and it was evident by the way his eyes flitted all across your face that he was seriously debating what to do next. However, to your relief, he jerked his head over his shoulder. “Straight ahead behind me. Take a left, up the stairs, take a right. You'll find your way.”

You didn’t wait to say anything more. No sooner did the words escape his lips than you practically bolted past him, reciting the directives he’d given you over and over to occupy your mind. To anyone else in the cast, your exchange with Schlatt would have seemed entirely random. Up until this moment, you two hadn’t interacted once. How could it have bubbled up to this so quickly?

That was something only you and Schlatt knew. The history between you two. And yet, knowing that history like the back of each other’s hands, he still wanted to act like things were normal. He still wanted to try and pass off as if nothing happened. As if everything was fine. Tearing your heart and stomping on it, over and over and over again.

Furiously wiping your eyes as your feet pattered up the staircase he’d guided you to, you couldn’t help but ponder. He was so clearly over everything. Over it enough to feel confident enough to act all casual, anyway.

So why the hell couldn’t you be?

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[grimesrhees]

Under the Stars

pairing: maggie greene/rhee x reader

genre: fluff and a tiny bit angsty(?)

warnings: none

summary: reader takes the opportunity to star gaze at the farm and Maggie joins them, causing the reader to confess something they didn't think they ever would.

notes: this was way cheesier than I intended, nauseatingly so for myself lol but I hope y'all enjoy it<3

It was a relatively peaceful night on the farm. Cicadas sang in unison and the breeze rustled the forest leaves ever so gently. You, for once in the last couple months, felt somewhat at ease. Taking the opportunity to relish in the calm atmosphere, you causally snuck a blanket out of Herschel’s house while everyone else seemed to be preoccupied. Walking around the vast yard you spot the vintage baby blue pickup truck and trot over to it. You quickly check the cabin of the vehicle and your surroundings to make sure no one's around to disturb you. Thankfully finding no one, you make your way around to the bed of the truck. You warily unhitch the tailgate, a booming sound like the back of truck falling would attract unwanted attention, especially that of possible surrounding walkers. You threw the blanket in ahead of you and pulled yourself up onto the edge of the tailgate, sitting and swinging your legs for a moment. Truthfully there was only one person that you wouldn’t mind disturbing you in this moment, but you knew she was most likely spending time with someone else. You brushed that thought aside as swiftly as it came and turned your attention back to the bed of the truck. You swung your legs up and grabbed the blanket, spreading out all four corners nicely against the ridged metal beneath it. Scooting yourself onto the blanket, you slowly lowered your back against it and allowed yourself to stretch your legs and arms out some. The sound of crickets chirping surrounded you and the breeze lightly fluttered through your hair.

You looked up into the night sky and breathed a sigh of content. Stars. So clear and so bright littered the heavens above you. Star gazing was one of your past times before the world went to shit and being able to do it right now meant everything to you. Walkers and the threat of survival melted away in your memory, and in that moment, it was just you and the stars. You studied all the constellations and were so mesmerized by the dazzling night sky you didn’t even hear her until she was speaking to you.

“Y/N? Hey! y/nnnn?” Maggie spoke softly through the darkness with her sweet little southern drawl.

By the second call of your name, you reluctantly answered, snapping yourself out of your fantasy world between you and the stars.

“Hey Maggie, what’re you doing out here? Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry. I was just lookin’ for you, I couldn’t find you anywhere,” she replied while hoisting herself up onto the tailgate. Maggie turned her head sideways towards you and asked, “What’re you doin’ out here?”

You stared up at the sky and ignored the question, instead letting your words slip out before you could stop them,

“I’m surprised you came to find me; thought you’d be off somewhere with Glenn.”

Instantly regretting what you just said, you squeezed your eyes shut and furrowed your brows. Jealousy wasn’t a good look on you.

Maggie swiveled around to face you, bringing her knees close to her chest. She squinted her eyes trying to see your face but couldn’t.

“Oh c’mon y/n, I’m not always with him. Believe it or not, I came lookin’ for you because I wanted to. And I care about your well bein’, if you haven’t noticed the worlds gone to shit, I’d rather not have you get eaten by one of the dead,” Maggie spoke to you with a stern voice but softened to say, “Now, would you please tell me what yer doin’ out here?”

Her softness made your stomach pang with butterflies, but it stung all at the same time. Maggie was only looking out for you, and you decided to lash out because of a childish thing like jealousy. She deserved your honesty, even if it made you feel vulnerable.

Sighing heavily, you answered, “Oh, believe me, I’ve definitely noticed the state of the world nowadays. That’s exactly why I’m out here…”

Maggie waited patiently for you to continue, scooching closer to hear you better.

“Today was the first relatively quiet day since the fall. I just wanted to do something that made me feel “normal”…like before.” You gazed up at the constellations above you and half smiled. “I always used to take the opportunity, whenever I could, to star gaze. It gave me a sense of peace, an escape. It was just me and those twinkling lights, so far away from my own reality. I’ve missed just being able to have a moment with the stars…”

She had watched you with a growing smile as you explained. You were adorable the way you talked about the stars.

By the time you were finished speaking you had already started to drift back into your own world between you and the night sky.

Maggie leaned forward and whispered gently,

“Can I join you?”

You nodded, half paying attention, half lost in your own world. Next to you, you heard Maggie settle herself down onto the blanket. She joined you in gazing at the twinkling lights above, making sure to take it all in just like how you do. Both of you were silent, with nothing but the sounds of the Georgia summer night filling your ears. You snapped yourself back to reality for a moment just so you could steal a look at Maggie. Her skin was radiant from the moon’s reflection and the look of peace on her face while staring at the stars made your heart do backflips. You turned your head back up towards the sky and lifted your hand to touch your face briefly. Boy were your cheeks hot, just as much as your ears were too. You couldn’t help your eyes from glazing over as your thoughts raced around in your mind.

Maggie moved her head slightly to glance over at you as you were touching your face. She studied your expression for a moment , or at least tried her best to with the minimal light available.

“What’s on your mind y/n?” she coaxed softly.

Your breath hitched, caught off guard by her question. She seemed like she always had a way of getting right to the root of people, especially you. If your ears and cheeks weren’t already burning, they certainly were now. You squeezed your eyes shut for a short time before opening them back up to the stars above you.

Breathing in deeply and exhaling in the faintest whisper you admitted, “I really like you Maggie Greene…”

The woman next to you lay quiet, making all the sounds of night amplify along with the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ear drums. You thought for sure you had made a major mistake but quickly were distracted from that notion by Maggie’s fingers brushing against your own. She fiddled with your fingers for a few seconds before intertwining them together with hers. Your emotions slammed into you like a truck over what was happening and all you could do was hold tight to her warm hand while looking at the night sky.

Maggie finally broke the intense moment by letting go of your hand and turning on her side to face you. You did the same, using your palm to prop your chin on. She stared at you with her twinkling green eyes, her cheeks pink from blushing. A shy grin spread across your face as you looked back at her. You thought to yourself, looking into her eyes is better than looking at all the stars in the sky.

bonus: (I felt like this part wasn't particularly necessary, it's just a little added treat)

Maggie reached her free hand towards your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Your mouth went agape at the gesture but quickly closed. You hesitated before speaking, "Maggie, I- I don't really know what else to say, you're being all quiet but saying a lot without words, I'm so confused I-," the rest of your frantic words were drowned out by Maggie's lips moving against yours. Her lips were soft and wet but ever so gentle. Your ears pricked with more heat as she kissed you, bringing her hand to the side of your neck with her thumb caressing your cheek. You hummed in satisfaction, eyes still closed, as she pulled away.

Maggie laughs, "Your face is so red. Are you okay?"

You push her playfully which makes her laugh more. She wasn't wrong.

"I like you too, if you couldn't tell by that last part," she added, biting her lip and smiling.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress your smile but failing before pulling her by the waist so you could kiss her again.

[ruthytwoshakes]

Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

[heavyhitterheaux]

We're Somebody's Parents

First Babies of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, neelamthadhani, maggieharlow, quiiso, yungskylark, cozane, and 2,861,052 others

y/ninsta: Axel a.k.a. Lil Urb says hi everyone lol

jackharlow: my main man 😍

saweetie: so happy you came to visit me. he is the spitting image of the both of you. can't deny him if you wanted to

urbanandjack25: wait, why is he called Lil Urb?

y/ninsta: urbandjack25 because of his middle name

urbanwyatt: godfather checking in

neelamthadhani: urban takes his job seriously lol

urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani of course I do. I'm convinced he even looks like me.

jackharlow: urbanwyatt don't fucking start because no he doesn't

yungskylark: urbanwyatt he only kinda looks like you when you both wear bucket hats. don't get it twisted lmao

allthingsy/n: yesss y/n in her mommy era! we stan!

quiiso: if urbanwyatt could just kidnap Axel and have him all to himself, he would

urbanwyatt: quiiso they shouldn't have named him after me. that's my kid now.

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt well in that case come get him. and your dumbass wanted all three of them named after you

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I don't see the problem?

y/ninsta: softtcurse girl come get your man because he irky

softtcurse: y/ninsta what makes you think I want him?

urbanwyatt: softtcurse outta pocket

y/ninsta: damn. double homicide.

Liked by y/ninsta, saweetie, claybornharlow, dualipa, champagnepapi, urbanwyatt, neelamthadhani, taylorrooks, and 2,791,264 others

jackharlow: Ivy actually stayed still and let me do her hair 😭

saweetie: jackharlow ain't no fucking way you did her hair

jackharlow: saweetie yes I did! ask y/ninsta!

saweetie: y/ninsta EXCUSE ME, MISS MA'AM!

y/ninsta: saweetie he did her hair and did it without my help. jackharlow good job daddy!

claybornharlow: now jackharlow can add hair stylist to his resume

jackharlow: claybornharlow catch me at NYFW next year backstage. I'm putting in weaves next and gluing wigs with lace fronts. y/ninsta come here and let me practice on you.

theestallion: jackharlow lmaooo aye yo

y/ninsta: jackharlow no. get somebody else to do it.

quiiso: those practice sessions with y/ninsta paid off!

allthingsy/n: I LIVE for domestic daddy Jack 😭

urbanwyatt: jackharlow has been doing y/ninsta's hair since quarantine so I would hope that he knew how to do his daughter's hair by now

jackharlowsource: urbanwyatt oh? do tell!

jackharlow: one day when I was of course driving her up the wall, she randomly said, if we have girls you need to know how to do their hair and from then, she let me practice on her.

y/ninsta: never seen a white boy who can part my hair as good as he does so when I'm too tired, he definitely does it for me

jackharlow: in my hair stylist era 🥰

normani: I am living for the heart shaped part in the middle! good job Jack Jack! maybe you can do druski2funny's wig

druski2funny: normani now why am I in it?!

jackharlow: druski2funny I'm charging you extra

druski2funny: jackharlow why?! I'm your life partner!

jackharlow: druski2funny you got a big ass head, that's why

lilnasx: jackharlow lmaooooooo

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y/ninsta: Jackman, come get your youngest NEOW 😭😭😭

jackharlow: WHY MY BABY IN THE FRIDGE?! y/ninsta EXPLAIN THIS

y/ninsta: jackharlow WHAT DO YOU MEAN, EXPLAIN?! HER ASS OPENED IT AND CRAWLED IN THERE

claybornharlow: Autumn is literally the no limit soldier out of the three of them lmao

urbanwyatt: 😭😭😭😭😭

y/ninsta: I noticed that it was a little too quiet and I swear that I only turned around for a second and her ass was GONE. Next thing I knew, I hear something from the kitchen and look what I find

y/ninsta: maggieharlow come get the grandchildren you wanted so much because I am DONE

urbandjack25: NOT Y/N TRYING TO GIVE THE BABIES TO MAGGIE LMAO

jackharlow: well y/n did you at least take her out? lmao

y/ninsta: jackharlow yes and she is now in Harlow baby jail

jackharlowsource: HARLOW BABY JAIL?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?! 😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow it's her third offense this week. she keeps messing around, she'll be there until 21.

jackharlow: y/ninsta 😭😭

maggieharlow: y/ninsta she's so cute!

y/ninsta: maggieharlow now mom..... she has been driving me up the WALL

maggieharlow: y/ninsta she's jackharlow's offspring. did you expect any different?

jackharlow: maggieharlow MOM! WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

urbanwyatt: maggie stays coming for her oldest lmaooo

claybornharlow: jackharlow maggieharlow she means that you drive your wife up the wall too so of course Autumn does too

jackharlow: claybornharlow let's fight

y/ninsta: jackharlow touch little baby and you sleep on the couch for a week

jackharlow: y/ninsta SERIOUSLY?

claybornharlow: jackharlow love you 🥰🥰

jackharlow: claybornharlow 😐

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jackharlow: first date night with my baby in a while 💕

That ended with us sitting in the car for thirty minutes before we went inside when we got home to our kids after giving ourselves a pep talk lol still can't believe we're somebodies parents

y/ninsta: jackharlow thank you for being the amazing person that you are. I love you, BAD 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta I love you more and don't you ever forget it

urbanwyatt: can't wait to see how lit the comments under yall posts will be when the triplets get older

jackharlow: urbanwyatt NO.

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt Autumn will be the main one, I already know. 2forwoyne how did she do for you tonight? jackandy/naremyparents: love them forever

2forwoyne: y/ninsta if I still have hair tomorrow, I'll be surprised

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne well Jack still has his and he stays fighting for his life so you'll be okay

jackharlow: y/ninsta for now smh

saweetie: wait a minute, what was this pep talk about?

jackharlow: saweetie to hype ourselves up as parents because we felt like we weren't doing such a good job

maggieharlow: jackharlow y/ninsta you learn as you go and the two of you are doing amazing so far. those three are blessed to have you as their parents

y/ninsta: maggieharlow don't make me cry because you already know that I will

maggieharlow: y/ninsta I call it like I see it!

claybornharlow: yeah I guess jackharlow is doing alright

y/ninsta: do I spy a compliment from little baby to big baby? never thought I'd see the day

jackharlow: claybornharlow what you up to? because I know you are up to something

claybornharlow: jackharlow 👀

jackharlow: claybornharlow look I get stressed out enough from my kids and I'm not adding you to that list too

claybornharlow: y/ninsta whenever you're ready to drop him, I'm here

jackharlow: AND THERE IT FUCKING IS!

y/ninsta: play nice you two!

dualipa: I second what claybornharlow said

y/ninsta: dualipa lunch dateeeeee saturday!

jackharlow: yall can't let me live for shit

dualipa: y/ninsta and leave your sperm donor at home!

jackharlow: dualipa HER WHAT?

dualipa: jackharlow you HEARD me jackharlow: y/ninsta baby, how much is a flame thrower? y/ninsta: NOW JACKMAN!

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y/ninsta: now I KNOW yall see why I let this man impregnate me 😭

Whewww shit my husband fine as hell

Okay back to your regularly scheduled programming

jackharlow: I mean I can do it again 👀👀

y/ninsta: jackharlow don't play with me

jackharlow: y/ninsta who's playing? do I look like a video game to you?

y/ninsta: jackharlow 👀

saweetie: not yall horny asses plotting on having more children already

y/ninsta: saweetie my man fine as fuck sis and I will give him all the children he wants

jackharlow: y/ninsta OH

y/ninsta: jackharlow WAIT, HOLD ON. WITHIN REASON. WE ARE NOT HITTING DOUBLE DIGIT NUMBERS SO YOU CAN FUCKING FORGET IT.

jackharlow: y/ninsta nah nah, back up all that shit you were talking

urbanwyatt: so late night food runs so you can leave me at wing stop again? COUNT ME OUT

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you love me and you will do anything for me and that was one time

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta as long as it doesn't get us arrested, I'm all for it and ONE TIME TOO MANY

jackharlow: y/ninsta don't get quiet on me now

theestallion: y/ninsta he about to tear that ass up lmao

urbandjack25: WE WANT ALL THE HARLOW BABIES!

jessicakelce: urbanandjack25 I SECOND THIS

y/ninsta: jackharlow so you can hide in closets again because of my raging hormones? remember that?

2forwoyne: y/ninsta lmaoooo that was wild

quiiso: jackharlow was convinced that his dick was going to fall off

y/ninsta: quiiso I woulda glued it back on

jackharlowsource: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEE LMAOOOOOO

jackharlow: y/ninsta look, we don't talk about dark times

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jackharlow: my favorite MILF 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow well look who it is, my favorite DILF 🤭

blancahood: okay snap back is crazy. TRIPLETS WHERE?

y/ninsta: blancahood oh trust sis, the stretch marks and cellulite are there hiding lol

jackharlow: y/ninsta you don't take the meat off the grill until it's well done with the lines on it

urbanwyatt: jackharlow did you just compare your wife to food?

jackharlow: urbanwyatt fuck yeah I did, I literally EAT HER OUT. she is my favorite meal. suck that shit right off the bone.

y/ninsta: jackharlow you so cute lol and so nasty I love it

thestallion: good lord. number 4 is probably coming soon yall lmao

y/ninsta: theestallion ehhhhh

jackharlow: she's back on birth control so not any time soon

jessicakelce: jackharlow the same one as before? lmaoooo

blancahood: swallowing is the best form of birth control

y/ninsta: blancahood I second this lol

y/ninsta: jessicakelce look I'm to the point where whatever happens, happens. I'm really happy with my little tribe and if we add to it, I'll be happy too

normani: since my predictions are always right. I vote twins next.

y/ninsta: normani WHAT?! NO!

normani: y/ninsta it's less than three!

y/ninsta: normani and that's supposed to make it better?!? jackharlow you better fucking NOT

jackharlow: y/ninsta I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING

y/ninsta: jackharlow NOT YET ANYWAY with that muthafuckin super sperm your ass has

jackharlow: y/ninsta maybe I agree with normani

y/ninsta: jackharlow well you must be the person carrying them because ISSA NO FOR ME DAWG

jackharlow: y/ninsta you say that now, but you'll fold. you always do.

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[your-ne1ghbor]

Hi ne1ghbor! (Can I call you that? Do you have a nickname?)

I love TKoRaT so far! I'm curious to see what other parallels our AUs have, it would be funyn sicne @oh-shtars and my AU are polar opposites

I have a drawing request! Could I see some Fallen Star characters in your style? Maybe interacting with TKoRaT characters? (Cielo would be super welcoming. Asha would probably be horrified that a princess she expected to also be haughty is... nice *shudder*)

TKoRaT Asha is to horrified of FS Asha and fucking died lmaooo

(She just was in shock that she sees another version of herself since this is her first time interacting with another version of herself lol)

They are talking about what they like about earth (wholesome)

uhh yeah, Fallen Star Asha sees some stars and abouta do some crippling damage out of them (not wholesome)

Also I wanna type out a convo with them since Im too tired to draw rn lol (11 pm hehe)

FS Asha: Why the hell are you soooooo niceeee? Like seriously-

TKoRaT Asha: Ummm...well I just wanna show the kindness Magnifico and Amaya showed me when they took me in you know?

FS Asha: Butttt its kind of funnnnnnn being a little bit mean to people you know?????

TKoRaT Asha: I gett....kind of scared talking to people???

FS Asha: SCARED??? WHY?! 😡

TKoRaT Asha: IDKKKKKK I JUST DO 💀

Meanwhile with the Star Hommies

TKoRaT Star: Wanna steal some weapons from Maggy?

FS Star: PFTTTT YOU CALL HIM MAGGY??

TKoRaT Star: ehhehe IT PISSES HIM OFF SO BAD ITS HONESTLY HALARIOUS!

RFTS Star: Wait, didn't you tell me that you are deathly afraid of him?

TKoRaT Star: NUH UH WHO TOLD YOU THAT?!?!??!?!?

FS Star: YOU DID HAHHAHAHHAHH

TKoRaT: 😡Anyways........RACE YOU THERE (casually transforms into a deer and blasts off)

FS Star: HEY NO FAIR, YOU GOT A HEAD START 😡(chases after him (idk if he transforms too))

Anyways hope you like them! Sorry if the designs aren't accurate from the OG 😭

And BTW, you can call me neighbor if you want too lol

(Edit: FIXED THE AU NAMES IM SO SORRY I GOT THE AUS MIxED UP HASGOABQSNHI)

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

hello hello! love your fics!!!

🌤️ for the ask game please? :D

Thank you so much!!! ☺️ Okay these aren't exactly dialogue, but I'm in a sharing mood lol. This first one is from my Get Away Driver AU.

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"Thank you for helping us." The other person's voice is female, and sounds almost familiar to Kara. "We've been suspecting that Lex Corp has been experimenting on aliens for some time now, but we've never had the proof. And an extraction would have been next to impossible with all the red tape. You saved her life, Lena. She's going to be okay now, thanks to you.”

"Aren't you forgetting someone, Director Danvers?" Maggie slinks out of the driver's seat with a smirk.

"Maggie?" There's a cough and a splutter from outside the car. At the same time, Kara nearly cracks her neck straining to look out her window.

"Danvers?" Kara scrambles to get out of the car. "Alex??”

"Kara??" Her sister's shocked face, nearly as red as her hair, pops up from behind Lena. "What the hell? Luthor, you dragged my sister into this?”

Both Kara and Lena raise their voices at the same time.

"Your sister—??"

"...Luthor?"

From her perch against the driver's side door, Maggie's snickers, her amused gaze bouncing like a tennis ball between all three of them. She looks like she's ready to pull out some popcorn and watch the show.

"Now this just got more interesting.”

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This 2nd one is not from a WIP so much as a post finale crack fic idea, where Lena and Andrea were friends with another girl from boarding school named Di, who comes over for a visit. This is Di:

Kara has seen soft Lena, but never loose-limbed, loose-lipped Lena who laughs more freely as she and "Di" and "Andy" recall old memories of things Kara was never a part of and never knew.

"Remember when we snuck out that one weekend and got your tramp stamp?"

"Oh, my God, don't remind me!"

"Sister Margaret almost found out because you were making this weird face the whole week!"

"I was in pain! That was my first tattoo!"

First? Just how many tattoos does Lena have? It takes everything in Kara not to use her x-ray vision to find out.

At some point during the evening, Di produces a joint with a twinkle in her eye. "You've never seen Lena high before, have you?"

Lena's eyes widen. "Oh, no. No no no."

Di's smile is sweet and all trouble as she turns to the rest of the group. "You'll love her. She's lovely when she's high."

Alex, Kelly and Nia laugh, but Lena shakes her head. "I get weird when I'm high."

"You get loose when you're high." Di points a finger at her. "And trust me, baby, you need to get loose. You're wound so tight, you're like Sister Agatha before Parents Day."

Kara interjects with a huff. "I don't think Lena should do anything she doesn't want to do."

And Kara glares at Di, a pout forming on her face. But Di ignores her and turns her big, wide eyes on Lena "Please, sweetheart. Pleeease?"

"Fine!" Lena's always been a sucker for a sweet blonde. She sighs and rolls her eyes with a laugh. "Unfair. You know I never could say no to you."

Kara thinks Di is just gonna pass Lena a joint, but instead, Di takes the joint she's been smoking out of her mouth, presses a kiss to the end of it and holds it up to Lena's face. To Kara's surprise, Lena leans forward and lets Di place the joint on her own lips.

Kara's face heats up as she watches Lena's lips wrap around the spot where Di had kissed it, and she feels distinctly uncomfortable. She wants to snatch the joint away and stamp it out with her foot.

Except she doesn't, because Lena does get progressively more relaxed the more she inhales, and it is nice to see Lena unwind, especially after the tough week she's had.

They get to talking about their teenage experiences, and even Alex and Nia and Kelly chime in. And at one point, Di asks Lena if she still has the old records they used to play, and insists that they play old 70's female rock on Lena's turntable (since when did Lena have a turntable? Kara didn't even know she had one).

Andrea pipes up. "This reminds me so much of those weekend afternoons when we used to play this in our room. You used to dance around to this song in Di’s sweater, Lena, you remember that?"

Lena’s cheeks turn bright red.

And Di jumps up. "Oh, my God, do you still have it?"

Lena rolls her eyes. "No!"

Di cackles in laughter "Liar! I'm gonna look in your closet, and if you still have it, you have to put it on!"

Andrea grins evilly. "And! You have to do it just like you used to!"

"Andy! I'm not gonna dance around in my underwear and a sweater. We're not fifteen anymore."

Kara chokes on her beer and her brain blanks out. Lena used to dance around in her underwear? Lena Luthor? Her best friend?

"Nope, that's the rules."

Lena keeps protesting, but even Alex gets in on it. "Nope, I wanna see this too, Luthor. What is this you guys are talking about?"

"I found it!" Di yells from Lena's closet. Kara is fuming that she just roots around Lena's things like she owns them.

She emerges, throwing a bulky sweater at Lena. 

"This is the ugliest thing I've ever owned."

"Shut up and pay up, Lena. Put it on."

"That was Di's old sweater. Lena kept stealing it from her when we were kids, and whenever she got high, Lena would strip to her panties and dance around in that sweater."

Both Kara and Alex simultaneously choke on their drinks. "Oh my GOD!"

[xenascribbles]

Trick or treat? 🎃🥺🕯

(The event post)

my first !! yay !!!! i’ll start us off with a treat :) here’s a short little snippet of the side character i fell in love with lol (she has no name)

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Besides a clerk at the front desk and a few staff members wandering through the lobby, the place is quiet. Even their steps on the marble floors don’t make much noise. Allison leads Maggie forward to the large wooden desk that stretches out in front of them, to a smiling human woman that looks friendly enough.

“Hi,” she greets, cheerful, but keeping her tone at a hush. “How can I help you?”

Allison looks at Maggie expectantly, who murmurs to the woman, “I need to find a man.”

The woman covers her mouth with delicate fingers as she giggles. “Don’t we all, dear.” She turns to the screen in front of her and clicks on a little handheld device that she slides across the table. “Are you looking for just any man, or does the one you want have a name?”

Maggie glances around, unsure, then she presses right up against the desk and leans across to whisper to the woman, “Spencer Nevins.”

“Nevins,” she mumbles, typing it into the lettered keys in front of her. “That name sounds familiar, you know. Oh! Here’s something. Oh. Oh, dear.” She glances up at Maggie, then back at the screen, and does that one more time. When she looks at Maggie for the third time, she says, “You’re Magdalena Pierce. Well, I suppose I can mark you off the ‘missing’ list.” She then turns a glare towards Allison. “Did you do this to her?”

Allison shifts uncomfortably. “She just came to us a few days ago, already changed. I’m just trying to help her out. I don’t think she has any memories.”

Maggie growls at him, baring her teeth that he’d speak her issues to a stranger. He himself is a stranger to her. Her memory is her own business.

“She needs to be at a coven,” the woman chastises.

With a scoff, Allison says, “You try telling her to do something she doesn’t want to do.”

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[filmnoirsbian]

okay the post u made trying to find the author of that poem made me think of an essay i lost that ive been looking for for a loooong time and im gonna take a chance and see if youve read it or could help me find it (but also feel free to ignore this if its annoying lol).

it was an essay by a young author, i would say she was in her 20s? for some reason the names emily or lauren ring a bell but thats just me guessing. the essay was about an experience she had with her family hound dog named maggie growing up. they lived in a mountainous area somewhere in the midwestern US or maybe more out west. the dog used to go up the mountain everyday that was basically in their backyard, and one day she was attacked by wolves. she was able to escape alive and make it all the way back home, torn to shreds. i cant remember if she died from her wounds or lived for a long time after that. but it was so fucking poignant and there was a deeper meaning to it and god i really wish i didnt lose it :') i remember reading it on some website, idk if it was published anywhere else, and i want to say she wrote the story in response to winning an award? idk if that helps at all but ANYWAYS if u have ever heard of this. that would be so cool lmao

OH MY FUCKING GOD IGNORE MY LAST ASK I JSUT DECIDED TO LOOK FOR IT AGAIN FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES AFTER TRYING SEVERAL TIMES BEFORE WITH NO SUCCESS AND I FUCKING FOUND IT!!!!!!!! its the half-wolves by emily ruskovich

I'm so glad‼️

[levi501ackerman]

Steel Heart Chapter 14:

Legend of the Titans

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist

Megan's Note: Maggie was a tan cairn terrier. Bella was a yellow labrador and Hanna is a german sheperd! These are my little shoutout to my childhood dogs! I also had guinea pig named Rosie growing up LOL! Post: 8/21/24

Word Count: 3.9k

Hange rolled over in the grass and you shut your eyes, hoping they didn’t notice you peeking at them. Your heart was pounding at the thought of Hange being able to hear your thoughts. It was like having a secret.

You rolled onto your stomach and laid your cheeks on your hands. The air hit your back and your wet hair tickled your neck and back. Laying on your stomach and hiding your face from Hange made you feel confident they wouldn't be able to read your thoughts. 

Did Hange have a dream girl? You thought of a lady with long, healthy hair, the prettiest eyes, perfect body, and every man fell for her beauty. Hange was probably into girls who were pristine, educated, and someone who could draw. Hange’s dream girl was talented and poise—a woman of nobility. Every girl Hange dated was probably some fancy girl in the kingdom. The perfect lady every girl wanted to be. 

But why do you care?

“Well?” You softly asked and your eyes remained closed.

“Well?”

“Well? What’s your dream girl?” You turned your head to Hange, who had their hands clasped together and pillowed their head. They hummed and then didn’t continue . . . Birds tweeting high above in the sugar pines added to the melody of the tranquil nature. “It’s probably a beautiful lady from a noble family, right? Someone who reads a lot. . . you being a knight you must have women praising you left and right. The ladies all swoon over you like Hange’s so strooong, Hange’s muscles are so big. Oh Dame Hange! Protect me!”

“Sounds like that’s what you think of me,” You heard a smugness in Hange’s tone. “You think highly of me, don’t you, Princess?”

“Uh yeah, you’re my friend.”

“Friend . . .”

“Best friend.” You didn’t want to pry, but Hange wasn’t giving you answers, but then you realized. Maybe Hange didn’t want to answer personal questions, though the qualities of their dream person did not seem too personal. They asked you first, anyways. You nudged the arm supporting their head and Hange groaned, “Are you going to tell me, Hange Zoe?”

“Dream girl . . . my dream girl . . .” Their eye fluttered open and glowed at the sky. A hesitation was in their voice and the anticipation of their answer was confounding. You wanted Hange to answer already. “There are many qualities I like in a partner. Sometimes, a person has the qualities I like and yet I’m not interested in them. I just know when I meet the person.”

“When you know, you know?”

“When you know, you know.”

Hange’s voice was airy and light. They were a view to admire. A sight. An oil painting. A beautiful naked woman lounging by the river. Sunbathing. The healthiest green grass surrounding and bedding them. Tiny lilac flowers added color and complemented their brown hair. The painting captured a relaxing summer’s day and to all, it’s their favorite painting. Only adoration for the painting. It is perfect.  

“Hey Hange, remember the first time we met?” You asked. Hange rolled onto their side and propped their elbow against the grass to support their head. You mirrored Hange’s position and kept your eyes on hers. You noticed their bare breasts, waist, and legs in your peripheral vision and forced yourself not to peek. Though you were naked, you didn’t feel exposed. There was a sense of comfortableness, or perhaps maybe you wanted to be seen.

“I do . . .”

“Thank you for—”

“You’ve said that already—twice, actually,” Hange poked your nose and usually, you gave in to their carefree fun, but your eyes remained locked on Hange’s. You offered an easy smile.

“When you saved me . . . I thought you were a guardian angel.” Hange’s eye was downcasted and through their wire-rimmed glasses, they stared at the grass between you. They twirled the long green stem around their index finger. Toying with it and avoiding your gaze. Then, you started twirling the grass and pulling it from the ground. You weren’t sure if Hange was going to say something. They were only listening, “I called out for someone—anyone to save me from the cult and then you came . . . it was a stormy night, yet when I first saw you, there was a lightness in the dark,”

“Princess,” Hange pushed themselves from the ground. “We should get going if we want to catch your pet bunny.” Something felt wrong. Hange wasn’t as engaged as usual. Did you say something to upset them? They were being dismissive and did not put effort into the conversation.

“Hange? Did I upset you?” You got up from the ground and followed after them. You grabbed their wrist, and Hange froze. You froze. Were you overstepping boundaries you were not aware of? Hange gently tugged their wrist from your grasp. You came from behind them and stepped before them, ensuring they had nowhere else to look besides you.

“Not at all. You are perfect. Get dressed.” Hange brushed past you and you were left staring at the dark trunks of the trees. There was a feeling of defeat and confusion. The way Hange spoke in their lowered tone made you not want to question them. You were just trying to tell them your thoughts when you first met. Perhaps Hange didn’t want to speak about their intimate life. Maybe their past relationships might not have been something they wanted to discuss and you decided not to bring it up anymore. Hange did mention they didn’t think they would get married with their missing eye. They were obviously insecure about their appearance and maybe a girl had made them feel bad about their missing eye. Romance might be a touchy subject they didn’t want to get deep into. 

You put on the tan slacks and rolled them to a better-suited length. Your damp hair dripped and spotted onto the fabric. While dressing, you didn’t take your eyes off the pebbles. Hange was behind you and you felt awkward. This was your friend and your knight. You decided to steer the conversation into something lighter. 

“I thought of some possible names for our pet bunny?!” You said as you pulled your boots on and ensured Hange’s gift was slotted comfortably in the side.

“Let’s hear them!”

“Maggie, Bella, annnd . . .” You jumped onto your feet enthusiastically as Hange was buttoning their white cotton long-sleeve. “ . . . Hanna!”

“Oh yeah? And what are the boy names?”

“Uh . . . I haven’t thought of any boy names because I really want a girl rabbit.”

“And if we catch a boy rabbit?”

“We could just pretend it’s a girl,” Hange burst out laughing and your cheeks turned a shade of pink. You felt pleased with the return of Hange’s smile.

“You want a girl bunny that bad?”

“I want her bad,” You furrowed your eyebrows at Hange doubling over.  Their face was getting a deep shade of red and they were laughing so hard they were silent. You didn’t know what to do besides smile and watch them. “Okay . . . enough . . .” Hange was gasping for air and you darted your eyes around awkwardly. They giggled too much, and watching them laugh at something stupid was cute. You approached them and then started poking them with both of your index fingers “Hange . . .”

“I’m s-sorry . . .” Their laugh was audible. They struggled to breathe and then they started wiping tears from their eye. 

“Oh my gosh, Hange! Are you crying?” Hange bursted out another fit of giggles and then they caught their breath. “Are you done?”

“I’m done,” they put their hands up defensively and their white teeth gleamed. “You’re just funny.” You rolled your eyes, got behind Hange, and started pushing them into the forest. 

“Come on!” Hange took small steps forward, letting you push them. “I want to catch a bunny!”

“Gosh, you’re strong for a tiny Princess,” Hange huffed and there was that playful tone again. You were glad to hear it once more. 

“Maybe you’re just weak, Hange Zoe.”

“You’re right I am,” Hange lively shrugged. “I don’t let little ole you push me around. Not at all.” You grabbed their wrists and pinned them together behind their back, which earned another chuckle. 

“You’re now my prisoner and your punishment is to capture a bunny!”

“My punishment is capturing Princess Y/N a bunny, you say? Better than getting flogged, I suppose. Although, you might need to release me from my ‘chains’ if you want me to catch a bunny, your Highness.” You dropped Hange’s hands and then proceeded to walk beside them. Hange nudged you and you stared straight ahead, pretending to ignore them. Hange then put an arm across your body, urging you to stop. You pushed their arm away and they returned the placement of their arm and turned toward you with a finger over their mouth. Then they softly spoke under their breath and pointed to a nearby tree, “Look.”

Against the warm brown trunk of a nearby sugar pine tree was a small furry animal frozen against it. You’ve seen the animal once before when you were in a forest with Sir Miche Zacharius the day after escaping Shiganshina. The grey little ball of fur was a squirrel frozen against the tree. It most likely sensed you and Hange and was acting still to avoid being seen. You had a hard time containing the joy that was bursting inside you.

“I don’t mind having a pet squirrel instead . . .” You whispered and Hange rolled their eye. They gave you a fond smile and poked your nose.

“I can’t resist your adorable begging eyes,” Hange whispered. Then, exhilaration passed through your body, and you thought you felt your heart flutter. Hange thought you were adorable. “Both bunnies and squirrels run in a zig-zag motion to avoid predators . . .”

You stayed still as a statue as Hange slowly crept toward the tree. Hange paused their movement and then froze for a few moments between each step. The squirrel was paralyzed, sensing Hange draw closer. The grey squirrel moved a few inches up the tree and remained frozen against the bark. Hange was getting close to the tree trunk and you were holding your breath because Hange just needed to take a few more steps and you’d have a pet squirrel. Hange lunged toward the tree and their hands were inches from the squirrel’s body. The squirrel bolted up the tree out of sight. Hange grunted as they slammed against the tree, getting specks of dirt and leaves on their shirt. 

“Hange!” You ran to them and they adjusted their glasses back on their face. “That was amazing; you were so close to capturing it!”

“The little critter scurried off,” Hange wiped their shirt off, accidentally smearing the dirt into the shirt. Though their shirt was dirty, they still looked cute.

“That was good practice! Imagine the next time we see a bunny I know you’ll catch it!” You placed your hands on their shoulders and practically bounced on the pad of your feet.

“I appreciate your encouraging words, Y/N.” They smiled.

“Your shirt is not too dirty,” you pointed at the dirt-stained part of their white long-sleeve collared shirt. Then they put their finger against your cloak.

“You’ve got something there too . . .” Then Hange swiped their finger from your chin to your head as you looked down. You scrunched your nose and shook your head at them. “Gosh, you’re too easy, dear, it’s becoming no fun.”

“You know what?” You pounced on Hange, knocking them to the ground. Their back hit the grass and they yelped. Hange squirmed under you causing you to giggle. They pushed against your chest playfully and you grabbed their wrists and pinned them down. Hange let you. “That was too easy.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Princess Y/N?!?!” Hange’s chest was heaving as they looked up at you. Something stirred inside of you as their pretty brown eye fluttered. You noticed the feel of Hange’s body under you. There was a new sense of power of being able to pin someone down. It was fun, exhilarating, and . . . attractive. You pushed yourself off of Hange and your eyes darted around the forest. Fair Godmothers Christa and Ymir would have told you wrestling was not ladylike. Hange quietly got on their feet and you could tell they were about to speak. “Forgive me, Dame Hange, I got a little carried away.”

“Ew! Just call me Hange! And don’t get all meek, darling. We were just having a little fun.” There was a newfound tingling sensation you did not know how to describe. “I like that you have opened up a little.”

When you and Hange returned to the camp, the tents were fully set up and the campfire was glowing. Levi was brewing a pot of tea over the fire while speaking to Eren Yeager, who was sharpening his sword. He eyed both you and Hange, then commented on how you left to bathe in the river and Hange returned with a dirty shirt. 

“Levi! You have something right here,” You excitedly pressed a finger to Levi’s chest and waited for Levi to look down. He blinked a few times. 

“No.”

“WHAT?! LEVI?!” Hange laughed behind you and Levi put his hands on his hips. Hange had done that to Levi too many times for Levi to ever fall for it again. Levi and the knights gathered their armor and clothes and headed toward the river. You lounged against a log by the fire. You took off your boots to warm your feet up. 

With the trees blocking most of the sky, it was hard to distinguish the time of day. It was evening, and there was still daylight—probably two or three hours left. Hange was on the other side of the fire, warming up the pre-roasted chicken and shredding it.

How they focused on preparing the meal brought a warm, sentimental feeling. The sight was familiar and comforting. They reminded you of Fairy Godmothers Christa and Ymir cooking in the kitchen in your cottage in Shiganshina. Hange’s short, wispy hairs hung in front of their face. They dragged their glasses on top of their head, holding the shorter pieces from their face. 

Levi and the rest of the knights returned from the river clean and with partial armor on. A few knights took over for Hange and continued preparing dinner. You watched Hange stroll over to a knight from their group and chat with them. Hange’s smile made you miss talking to them. They made the other knight laugh, and obviously, anyone who spoke to Hange was always laughing or had a joyful smile. Hange had a contagious aura of positive and light-hearted fun energy. 

Jean and Eren discussed the new sapphire shields Sannes, from the Stohess District, gave to the knights. You lightly walked up to them and sat beside Eren, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. The two men stopped anyway and turned their attention to you. 

“Good Evening, your Highness.”

“How are you, Princess?”

“Hi . . . I-I’m sorry I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation. I just wanted to sit next to you guys,” a small blush crept onto your cheeks. 

“You’re not interrupting at all. We were just talking about the new shields.” Jean flashed you an attractive smile. His damp, light brown hair was brushed back smoothly, revealing his chiseled jaw.

“The shields have a special gemstone called a sapphire encrusted within the steel. It withstands fire for long periods.” Eren said with a low voice. “With these shields Hange designed with the Stohess’ Headquarters Commander, we might have a chance against the Marleyan Cultists. Especially when they use fire.” 

“I was surprised when Dame Hange left Mitras Castle a month ago,” Jean said and glanced at Hange who was still talking to the knight. “Who knew that would be one of the last times we heard from you until the night in Karanese District.” Jean nudged Eren.

“I think I was the only messenger who reached Hange’s group because there were no other messengers after me. We left for Trost two days after hearing about Shiganshina,” Eren rubbed his eyes and continued. “Hange sent three messengers, and they never came back. There were some obvious interceptions; we just don’t know what happened to them.”

“We should get on our knees and praise the sun and the moon for not ending up like Flagon’s camp . . .” Jean crossed his arms and stared into the fire. Your heart twisted at the thought of Hange’s friend being murdered at Flagon’s camp. Levi was pouring himself another cup of tea from the fire. Levi noticed you sitting with Jean and Eren and strolled over. “The uneasy thing about that is we still haven’t found Flagon’s sword. If Zeke was the traitor but didn’t have the sword—”

“We have to assume there is more than one traitor. Someone else on the other side knows about the jeweled swords,” Levi said and leaned in closer to you and the other men. “I suspected Flagon was tortured and revealed some information which led to them making us go to Karanese District. One thing’s certain: they don’t know who has the jeweled swords and they won't know unless they get a close look.” 

“Hange said the six swords counter and defeated the ritual,” You looked between the men. You still didn’t know what happened during the ritual; maybe ignorance was bliss . . . Mitras Castle was close by, and you were almost ‘home’. So close to meeting your parents and so close to your dying mother. You hoped the Queen was alive when you arrived. “But what is the ritual and how do the six jeweled swords counter it?”

“I do not want you to worry about it, Princess Y/N. We have three advantages,” Levi said, leaning in closer so only you, Jean, and Eren could hear. “We have time on our side. The next opportunity to perform the ritual is on your quarter birthday. Two: We are a week's ride from Mitras Castle, where the guards of the capital, the Knights of the Royal King’s Guard, and many more will hide and protect you. And the last thing: they may have Flagon’s sword, but we have the other five. They will have the sixth sword with them; wherever they are hiding, we can fight to retrieve it and stop the ritual. The two swords are here, two more are at Mitras Castle and the last is with Miche Zacharius. He is either still at the cottage between Trost and Shiganshina or heading to Mitras Castle. We won’t know until we arrive.”

The pre-roasted chicken was tender and delicious after the long day. You ate your plate of chicken, rice, and roasted vegetables in under five minutes. You exclaimed loudly how good the chicken was and how you wanted more. The knights around you offered you some of their chicken from their plate and you refused not wanting to take theirs. A moment later a knight gave you his entire plate of dinner that he just received and then got back in line to get his own plate. 

The forest made the late evening dark, and twilight had not yet approached. It was small, but the darkness made the other edge of the forest indistinguishable. From a distance, the trees looked like shadows, like the silhouettes of men surrounding you. The fire glowed and brightened the camp, but it did not light up past the trees. Looking through the forest made you uneasy as the forest was a vast, blinding abyss. 

“It’s so dark . . . what if we can’t see the Marleyan Cult closing in on us?” Your voice wavered as you asked Levi. 

“We’ve camped in forests before.”

“On the edge . . .” Levi heard the nervousness in your voice and turned to you.

“I assure you if anything were to happen, we would react and protect you,” you exhaled, knowing Levi was right. Then you felt a poke on your back, and you jumped, only to realize it was Hange. 

“Ugh, Hange!”

“Did I scare ya?” Hange sat on the log on your left side. “I gotcha, didn’t I?”

“You did, you did,” You pushed Hange’s torso and they leaned away from you only to rock back. “How have you been?”

“Awe, you missed me didn’t you?!”

“NO! I-I was just asking to start a conversation—that’s all!” Hange snickered and covered their mouth. 

“Too easy.”

“Enough, Hange Zoe,” you poked their side.

“Have you heard of The Legend of The Titan in The Forest?” Hange leaned into your ear, and you stuffed the last few pieces of roasted vegetables from your second plate into your mouth. You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. 

“Don’t, Hange!” Levi gruffed.  “She already has nightmares. For the last few days, she’s slept through the night without waking anyone else.” A pang of guilt got caught in your throat. After the cult’s canines attacked, you used to scream because of nightmares, which led to Levi crushing sleeping pills in your tea. They’ve been working and causing you to sleep so deeply you didn’t have nightmares. 

“Lighten up, will yeah? It’s only a story, Levi. It’s not real!” Hange shrugged. 

“Hange, if she has a nightmare tonight, you’re the one who will calm her down! You didn’t have to deal with her nightmares!” 

“Alright, alright, I will take full responsibility!” Then Hange turned to you and began their story whimsically. “Long ago, before our time, there were said to be nine humans that could turn into titans. Titans were huge human-looking creatures that were over fifty feet tall!”

“This is just a story, right?” You asked, trying to hide the fear Hange was inducing.

“I promise, Princess, it’s from an old scary story told to children!” Hange said sincerely and you believed them. Then, they returned their tone to a darker and creepier voice. Knights were listening to Hange’s story and you got a sense of comfort because they didn’t look scared. It was as if this was a story Hange retold over and over. “Anyways, where was—Oh! So there was a great war: The Battle of Heaven and Earth. The nine humans fought in their titan form, but eventually lost! But only eight of the nine humans were found!

“Legends has it that there’s one titan left wanting to rebuild the power of the titans . . . it’s said that the titan is hiding in forests! Just like this very forest we are in. The last remaining titan—the Founding Titan shifts between human and titan forms. And when there are unsuspecting people—just like us—he’ll turn into a titan and . . . EAT YOU!!!”

A roar of a man’s voice came from behind you into your ear. Your heart jumped out of your chest and before you could process anything, you whipped around and smacked the person behind you. The man groaned and held their face. Your heartbeat was in your ears, and you finally released the breath you held. You gasped.

“EREN?!?!” Hange was doubled over and tearing up from your reaction. Some knights were snickering, but Jean laughed the hardest at you slapping Eren. You realized this was a joke Hange set up and knocked them over playfully. You got on top of them again and Hange was at your mercy from laughing too hard. Their glasses were knocked off as you playfully hit them. 

“You both deserved that,” Levi said. The forest was dark but filled with the light of your and Hange’s joy. 

next chapter, Chapter 15: The Man in the Forest

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[englishstrawbie]

NCIS Hawai'i 3x09 & 3x10

I'm trying to judge these episodes as a season finale, instead of a series finale, since that's how they were written. Putting aside my grievances about Sam Hanna being around all season, as a two-parter, I enjoyed it.

It had action, it had intrigue, it had humour and it had heart. All the things that make this show so good.

They had Jane taking centre stage. Yes, Sam was still around but it felt like she was leading this mission. We got her confronting the Russian mob and using her CIA skills to interogate Cruz. We got Lucy/Jesse/Kai banter. We got Ernie being a genius. We got Lucy kicking ass. We got Kate having a contact in the Serbian secret police. We got so much Commander Chase and I especially loved that. I really liked her relationship with Sam when she was trying to keep him alive. Also "oh good, you're awake".

I wish they'd explored Jane's feelings when she learned that Cruz wasn't innocent. She had a lot of empathy for Cruz, whereas Swift was suspicious of her - and it turned out she couldn't be trusted. We usually see Jane's empathy as a strength and her trust in Cruz ended up being disastrous.

That said, I can't say I had a lot of feelings when the Elite team died.

Did anyone notice that when Ernie listed the people who had brought him caffeine, Kate wasn't on the list? I liked that little detail.

I know there was some frustration that, with the few Kacy moments we got, we saw Lucy snapping at Kate, but I appreciated that scene for what it was. Lucy was worried and frustrated, and she took it out on someone she trusts to understand - and Kate did understand. Lucy was also quick to apologise.

I loved the Kate/Lucy torture scene. Kate was so proud of herself, lol. Of course I wish we'd had more from the two of them but then we've all been saying that all season. I've missed their physical affection, their flirting, their domesticity. (Have we even seen their apartment this season?)

There were a few plot holes along the way. The FBI wouldn't have been alerted when Tala Flores changed her name to Analisa Cruz? Lucy didn't recognise the CLA agent dressed as security?

And I'm ignoring the cliffhanger at the end, because my brain can't comprehend what Maggie Shaw has to do with all of this. For me, the show ended at Sam's party, the Ohana celebrating the win together. I'm really glad we got that scene.

I will miss this show a lot. I will miss it for all its potential and the character development we still haven't got to see. I'd love for the petition and all the noise to make a difference and give us another season. I won't get my hopes up, but I will keep all my fingers and toes crossed for a miracle.🤞🏻

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

SHES HERE!!!!!!!!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Oh my GOD I love them so bad😩. Of course Frankie is working up until the very end. OF COURSE. and meddling in Bucky’s love life. The way you introduced Josephine Pittz to the story “something to share with the class?” Ugh please I love it so much! Those two will never not be Frankie and Bucky, no matter what changes and who comes into their lives (babies and wives be damned) and I love that so so much. And George’s reaction to Maggie’s full name HELLO!? There could never be a more George Aarons reaction to knowing your best friend named her daughter after you oh my god! Bucky’s going to cry. Fully. I knew it before ya said it lol.

I love how you’ve so organically gotten Rosie and Frankie to this point, and through to the arrival of Maggie. It’s beautiful and I just can’t get enough of them, it’s such a beautiful story. They’re so beautiful and well suited. You truly cover it all, her worries of becoming a mom, Rosie’s worries of her not resting enough (cough her driving COUGH) and just his soothing nature of holding her, reminding her he loves her. You had me reaching for my tissues at the end of this chapter I swear.

I missed ya, friend! So happy to see you’re back with two of my favorites! 💗 wonderful, as per usual!

I'VE MISSED YOU TOO LOVE!! god this writer's block has been rough, but we made it to the other side 🫡

this chapter was SO SO FUN!!! i've been rereading the earlier chapters lately and looking at where they started vs where they are now makes me emotional 😭😭 we've come SO FAR with this story, and knowing there's not much left to tell is heartbreaking, I'm sooooo incredibly grateful to everyone who's stuck with me for so long!!

so nice to see that frankie and bucky's collective stupid survived the war 🙏🙏 truly what is wrong with them why can't they deal with anything normally

GEORGE!!!! george is living her best married life in new york and now that maggie's her namesake there will truly never be any getting rid of her. frankie naming her georgina despite KNOWING how much george hates it is peak best friend energy. they're so unserious forever