#grandma got put in high gear

[honeyfolklore]

And all at once, the postmortem second part is complete. 🖤🪶

Please repost, it helps me reach more people!

Sincerely, your grim pathologist. Xxx

Ps, you can thank @froggy713 for the How Did It End wallpaper request. X

[in1-nutshell]

Helloo!! Can i request a young justice teenage Buddy? A teenager who happens to be from the future ( like Bart but from another future ) after stopping the Reach ( Wally lives, let's ignore the truth) after a couple of days another machine appears out of nowhere and a redhead kid appears, everyone is ready to attack in case it's something bad, but the kid just sees them and smiles. The others are dumbfounded, the kid tells them their full name and they get even more dumbfounded. THE KID IS A WEST, WHAT A SURPRISE. Dick calls Wally and Artemis instantly. Bart is talking to the new kid and talking about the future with them. The kid comes from another apocalyptic future that they have to stop. And they came here with a bow and arrow ready to prevent it. The kid is also fast, what a surprise. When the couple appears and sees them, the kid just goes over to them at superspeed and Wally freaks out. The kid smiles and hugs them both, saying that they are their grandparents, and that they have came to help all the team to stop the new threat. Artemis is ecstatic with this info, because she realizes that she will have a family with Wally in the future. She realizes that the kid has a bow and asks them wo taught them, even more happy when they say that she did. Wally is just standing there looking at this redhead thing that runs fast and has archery skills, he inmediatly sees himself and Artemis in them. Both of them will teach them new things and help them save the future. Buddy is happy that they can finally see their family again.

Wally lives!

Hope you enjoy!

Buddy the West from the Future

SFW, Platonic, Slight Familial, Speedster reader

YOUNG JUSTICE

Another time machine had made its way to the cave.

Unlike the time Bart came, this time machine was located in a separate room in the cave.

One of the rooms that barely anyone came into.

Not to mention the energy disturbances were much less than the previous users.

The only reason anyone figured out that there was a time machine and someone had been inside it was that Cassie and Tim found it while looking for Dick.

Tim goes on the lines. Jaime picks up. Tim: “We just found a time machine in the cave and—” Jaime: “A speedster was inside it.” Cassie: “How did you know?” Jaime looks over at his former bag of chips and a dizzy Bart. Jaime: “Lets just call it a hunch. Childish cackling is heard from the vents.

The cave is put on high alert after news gets around.

Seeing that they were dealing with an unknown speedster, Dick found it good to let Wally and Artemis know about it.

He did not expect them to actually come to the cave geared up.

Wally insisted on dealing with the speedster problem as soon as possible.

Bart was miffed after having got the drop on unexpectedly.

It didn’t take them long to find the speedster.

Mainly because they showed up on their own accord.

A blur passes in front of the team. The mystery speedster stops in front of them finishing the last of a bar of candy. They smile widely at the group. Buddy: “Hi there! I’m Buddy!” Everyone is a bit surprised. Jaime: “I think we found Bart’s long-lost cousin.” Buddy laughs. Buddy: “Nah, I’m not Grampie Bart’s cousin.” Bart and Wally: “Spoiler’s!” The kid waves their hand. Buddy: “I took care of the spoiler issue Gramps.” The speedster quickly brings Wally into a tight hug. Wally blinks before they zip over and hug Artemis. They had stars in their eyes as they gave her a final squeeze. Buddy: “Its great to see you grandma.” Artemis and Wally: “Grandpa/ Grandma!?” Somewhere in the Watchtower… Barry stops walking for a second, pausing, before going back to work.

Buddy takes not notice of the sudden bombshell they just dropped as they continue to smile and zip over to each team member, admiring them.

Thankfully Dick was able to calm them down to finally explain why they were doing here.

Buddy pulls their mask down letting their red hair and face show.

A somber look comes across their face as they retell that their timeline had been ravage for years, little survivors left around the world.

 Once they found blueprints for the time machine, they took that chance.

All they had to do was find what was the turning point that made the world go down and stop it.

The team agrees to help them.

Buddy starts vibrating in excitement while saying thank you literally a thousand times.

They insist on staying in the cave to keep an eye on their time machine.

The next few days Artemis and Wally are much more present in the cave while watching their grandkid from a far.

Artemis was beaming knowing that she would eventually have a life and kids with Wally.

Wally is happy too, but right now he is trying to figure out whether red hair was a dominant trait in speedsters.

Buddy pulls out a stick from their back pocket. They catch Artemis and Wally watching and smirk while pressing a hidden button showing a bow. Artemis’s attention was focused on the bow as Buddy pulls back an arrow. They close their eyes and using their speed they let out 7 arrows… all hitting the bullseye. Wally: “Woah…” Buddy salters over to the target to get their arrows. Buddy: “I was taught by the best archer.” Artemis: “Oliver was still around?” Buddy raises an eyebrow in confusion before masking it with a genuine smile. Buddy: “Well if you want to him to take your credit Gram’s you can do that.” Artemis: “Wait I taught you?” Buddy: “Yep! Taught by the best. You taught me everything I need to know.” Artemis had a warm smile on her face as she grabs her own bow. Artemis: “Is that so?” She lets go an arrow that lodges in Wally’s apple. Wally: “Artemis!” Buddy: “Really? I can do that with my eyes closed.” Artemis smirks at her grandkid. Artemis: “Is that a challenge?” Buddy matches her smirk. Buddy: “Maybe it is old timer.” Wally is in the background lamenting the lose of his apple. Meanwhile in the Watchtower meeting room… Barry suddenly sits up straight. Hal: “Bar?” Barry: “… Something happened…” The Green Lantern huffs. Hal: “Sure it did buddy. Maybe get some sleep before saying stuff like that.” Barry: “Yeah… maybe your right…”

[h50europe]

I swore I'd never wade into this cesspool of constant hatred again, but forgive me—sometimes the SMH is just too overwhelming. The last few hours have been a marathon of eye rolls. So here I am, unable to stand idly by, and compelled to comment.

It's like watching a train wreck you can't look away from. 🙄🚂💥

To all you niche fandom warriors out there—let's take a deep breath and reevaluate, shall we? What cosmic force gave you the right to become digital gladiators, slashing and burning through the lives of characters and actors you barely knew existed a year ago? It’s a TV show, people! You do get that actors and their characters aren’t the same entity, right? They follow a script directed by showrunners to bring someone's vision to life.

But here you are, raining a storm of petty outrage every time this poor soul even dares to post online. Didn’t even have a clue about their existence last year, huh? Oh, but how you cheered when they first burst onto the scene! Until...drumroll, please...things didn’t go exactly as you wanted. You didn't even try to get off your high horse, to keep the drama on screen where it belongs!

Instead, you became self-appointed judges of humanity. Really? What makes you so "superior" to the ones you attack? Are you, like, divine beings or something? Or are you just freeloading off your parents, nestled comfortably in the cozy confines of their basement? Got to say, it’s intriguing how you afford all that tech—cell phones, tablets, laptops—while claiming you’re in some dire straits. Ever heard of irony?

So, do you have any idea what it's like to be part of a “minority”? And nope, I'm not here for the usual skin color, religion, gender shindig. Ever had a stalker? No, I didn't think so. If you did, you wouldn’t be wielding your keyboard as a weapon of mass destruction.

Let me guess, you’re too young to know what the world was like ten or fifteen years ago—heard about the beginnings of AIDS? Nah, too busy spreading your smear campaigns.

Honestly, it seems like hating in a group gives you a weird sense of camaraderie. It’s like hate is your version of a club membership. You don't even know why you’re mad half the time, do you? Ever stared at yourself in the mirror and questioned what you’re doing? No, that’s what I thought.

Listen up, people can dislike TV characters and the actors who play them—that’s fair game. But what you’re doing? It’s like trying to win the gold medal in the Hate Olympics. You’re so lost in your anger and hatred that you’ve forgotten rationality even exists.

Do you spend your nights alone in bed, with no partner, just stewing in your hate? Must be fun, huh? Hate to break it to you, but that doesn’t make for a great bedtime story.

What grinds my gears the most is how you wish people dead. Do you even know what a real loss feels like? Not just Grandma passing away peacefully at 98. I’m talking about watching someone full of life being taken away. You don’t know squat.

And let’s not forget those celebs you put on a pedestal. They aren’t as well known as you think. Outside of your little bubble, nobody gives a crap about what you haters want. You’re just noise compared to the average 10 million viewers of General Audience.

So, what’s the deal? Are your lives so empty that your greatest joy is harassing others online? Is that really the peak of your existence?

To summarize: You know nothing, Jon Snow. You're wasting your life away, hating people you don't even know personally. Congratulations on mastering the art of pointless rage. Remember, hate won’t pay your bills or bring you true satisfaction.

So, keep up the good work at the Nitwit Noise Parade. Meanwhile, the rest of us will be here, still having a laugh while you simmer in your self-righteous rage. You’re not worth the pixels on my screen.

[fishy0bishy]

Mission upcoming

AN:after a minute of bringing up Mrs.Unamed and at one drawing I did of her and Merrit fighting reunited I wrote a little something leading up to that fight (long way of saying I wrote Merrit lore.)

also all of North’s crew is here! And Gilded!

Start of something bigger.

It was a cozy evening and Lizzy was wandering about and stumbling on Merrit in her lab making and testing some Filter soil but before doing or saying anything Merrit pauses and goes “Goggles and coat before doing anything in here”. 

Lizzy rolls her eyes and puts on the gear “what did ya parents told you to do the same thing beforehand?”

  Merrit smiles and nonchalantly goes “Nope never knew them. But my grandma and my other caretaker did” 

Merrit pointing at two photos on a bulletin board. One image is of two tiny elderly women, one a ferret and the other a possum. But the other photo is blurred by a drink spill stain but Lizzy could still make out ferrets one with creme colored fur and the other brown colored.

  Lizzy blinks at the photo and turns saying “wait what? You don’t seem like a person to have as trauma as everyone else on this ship.” Merrit exclaims and shakes her head

 “Woah woah it’s not like that. I just never knew them and I don’t mind it. All I know is that they’re space riders so I assumed they were always busy” 

“But wouldn’t you see them even when you became a space rider?”

“Someone is getting curious are we? You can ask poppy when we’re at HQ”

“We’ll I’m just say-“

Before the conversation (or questioning if you will) continues North interrupts by loudly knocking on the door and yells “Mission time! Suit up we got a big boss on our hands!” 

 Both Merrit and Lizzy look at the other and they go to the halls removing their Lab gear and Merrit going to her locker to change up and Lizzy leaving with north but a time skip and the whole crew is meeting up and discussing plans. the first to speak up is Zane “i heard we have a big boss what’s that about?” North smiles and leads by excitedly going “I found a lead with the cult and I’ve tracked down a High ranking member! There’s no photos of her, not a lot of information well except that she leads supply raids from our docks and only seen a total of 2 times within 22 years that she’s appeared and apparently there’s a urban legend about her!”

 “Woah she’s pretty tough and sneaky if there isn’t anything about her!” Jaz exclaims and stares at an artist rendition of the woman. A red cloaked figure with a twisted smile and crème colored ears sticking out the hood. But North nudges Lizzy’s shoulder and asks “Hey you were a high member ever seen them. If you don’t mind answering of course.” 

“A please would work but sure-“ Lizzy looks at the photo and her ears raise up and turns back to north pointing to the photo going “you do know who you’re dealing with? I dunno if the urban legend said something but she’s crazy scary. Even I didn’t get buddy buddy with her.”

They all stare at Lizzy till Zelda breaks the silence and tells North “what’s the legend about? Can’t be that bad.” 

“Well from what I gathered from Poppy apparently this lady used to be a space rider. A very honorable one as well. And she had a husband who’s was a medic in the crew she was in but he also disappeared but myth states they had a child but I couldn’t find anything on files dealing with Rider disappearances. Except the crew Zane’s mother was in. The room immediately goes quiet and they all give each other looks but Merrit speaks up “are we even qualified? Sure we are B+ rank but this woman is maybe a S rank cultist. And remember what happened with Gilded.” 

  Jaz teases Merrit and North by saying “oh the cultists that Merrit has the doki dokis for and the one who whooped North?”

 “Jaz this is serious.. but yeah you’re right…But let’s head out crew we don’t wanna lose track of this woman” “oh changing the subject so quick boss? Sunny remarks as the meeting ends with everyone nodding their heads and the crew leaving to their bikes flying to the upcoming red filled planet.Lizzy and Sparky waving bye waiting for their return. 

Meanwhile Mrs.Unamed with a treat left by a certain kitsune (cough cough @truelazymaker )

All Ocs Belomg to the listed!:

NorthHeat(@north-heats-stronghold) Lizzy and Sunny(@novalizinpeace) Jaz(@fanofanythingsblog)

Zelda and Sparky(@fandomssvetlanafrom) Zane(@moonspiritleaf) And finally Gilded(@qxurugosk)

And this Au Belongs to @onyxonline!

[pettyrevenge-base]

After years of receiving Goodwill junk from my wealthy SIL who never says thank you, I finally found the perfect "revenge gift" for my nephew that drove the whole family crazy.

I think I just won the passive-aggressive gift-giving Olympics, and I need to share this victory with you all.

The Background: My SIL lives the high life - she's a paralegal sitting on a fat trust fund, while my BIL proudly brags about scamming his military disability benefits to pay for their mortgage. They're rolling in money - we're talking 8 cars including a Land Rover, Porsche, and Tesla, living in prime Seattle real estate. Every holiday, my SIL struts around with her latest designer bags from LV, Dior, and YSL.

My Gift-Giving Philosophy: I pour my heart into holiday gifts, starting my shopping in August. I'm talking Anthropologie advent calendars, Nordstrom purses, and luxury beauty products for the ladies, plus cozy knits and golf gear for the guys. I always have a theme (this year was travel), and I follow one rule: if I wouldn't love receiving it myself, I don't give it.

The Thank You Note Saga: For FIVE YEARS, since her baby shower, I haven't received a single thank you note. I even started gifting her thank-you card sets with stamps (subtle, right?). She never got the hint. Meanwhile, their kid gets showered with FAO Schwarz toys, handcrafted wooden pieces, and LEGO sets from us - still no thanks.

What We Get in Return: Literal. Garbage. I'm not exaggerating. They give us Goodwill rejects - puzzles with missing pieces and junky Disney knick-knacks. Remember, these are people who own multiple luxury cars and designer bags.

The Sweet Revenge: Enter their spoiled nephew, my perfect accomplice. Each year, my mission became clear: find the loudest, most obnoxious, yet irresistibly cool toy possible. This summer, I struck gold at an outdoor market - "pop guns" that make the most incredible racket.

The Payoff: We skipped Seattle this year (best decision ever), but got the full report from Grandma (MIL): The pop gun was such a hit, it became "an issue." My nephew was so obsessed, he wouldn't put it down. My SIL's parents couldn't stand being in the same room and left after 15 minutes because of the noise. It was the only toy he cared about!

I couldn't stop laughing when I heard this. Mission absolutely accomplished!

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[misc-obeyme]

Oh. The chibi is huge….. ANYWAY!!! OC Info dump part 2!!!

Jazz!!! He’s giggling his signature giggle ((Kekeke)) which is the best I can get for a fox’s laugh.

So, Twisted Wonderland is basically “What if Disney Villains weren’t as bad as the films made them out to be? MC gets pulled into this magical Twisted Wonderland and has to deal with these powerful and talented yet dysfunctional boys while they search for a way to get back home” it’s a rhythm/RPG battle visual novel. It’s made by the same author as Black Butler, if you know that anime.

The outfit in the chibi is what Jazz wears as his ‘casual’ outfit in the Devildom. It also has a matching jacket and many pockets! He keeps his magic-pen, which is a fancy ballpoint pen that has an enchanted emerald on the clip and a stylus at the end, ((basically his magic focus)) in the breast pocket of the vest or the jacket depending on if he has the jacket or not. In Nightbringer he adds a pair of black and white gloves, which are like artist drawing gloves for screen drawing tablets. So pinky and ring finger and that half of the palm are black while the rest is white.

He LOVES to make clothes, so much that was what he chose to make a sustainable business out of as the requirement to get access to his family’s wealth. ((5 times great grandma started a brewery that has become world famous, Grandma Takara is also the reason he’s not human, more on that later)) Will absolutely make stuff for Asmo and Levi if they ask him. his favorite fabric to work with is canvas and so he’s really strong for his small size. He can pick up demon form!Diavolo if he wants. He also really wants to make the dress from that one sticker for Dia, as he thinks Dia would absolutely rock it. ((Don’t ask Jazz to wear that dress as the frills to non-frills ratio is too high for Jazz’s tastes))

Speaking of Diavolo: won’t act on his crushes because his brain is mean >:( thinks that this prince and future king can do better than a humble tailor. And thinks that he’d fuck up the friendship they have by trying to romance him. Also thinks that being romantically involved with a literal prince would be too much of a spotlight ((ignoring the fact that dating the brothers and Solomon already puts a huge spotlight on him….)) ((same reasoning why he would not act on his crush on Barbatos)) But he really admires Dia. It will take somebody noticing the wistful stares and sighs and forcing them talk ((person: hey, Jasper, Diavolo, come to this dinner with me. Oh wait, I actually have plans but I don’t want the reservation to go to waste, so have fun you two!! ☺️))

So, the ‘human enough’. Grandma Takara wasn’t human at all. She was a fox fae from Twisted Wonderland that found herself on Earth and couldn’t get back home. She was basically a kitsune from Japanese mythology. And at the start of Jazz’s adventures he was 98% human, 2% fox fae. Then during Twisted the human and fox fae flipped, so he’s now 98% fox fae, 2% human. Which is just enough human for pacts and Earth sorcery to work.

Because of the kitsune stuff: he’s allergic to tomatoes. If he has them, then he’s in the bathroom for the next hour. Is a shapeshifter, but prefers to keep the form he had to begin with ((except for the female bits, those got shifted away to being male ASAFP)) but will change for pranks or safety.

Loves pranks, lives by the ‘confuse, don’t abuse’ motto ((has used a vodka bottle for a water bottle, has use chocolate syrup bottle for a water bottle, eaten vanilla pudding out of a mayo jar etc.))

HATES being underwater without a viable source of air, be that potions, spells, scuba gear, or just straight up shapeshifting himself some gills. So when in the Aquarium Event they all swam to the source of the poison, he was internally going “I hate this. I hate this. I am so glad for magic.”

Ending on a positive note: is poly lingual. Can speak native Japanese, English, German and French. And can add to that with a bit of magic, just straight up copies what the person knows about the language. So, he copied Celestial from Beel.

OMG so much loooore!!

Okay I'm so into the fox fae situation a;sldkfjdf.

He's just a mischievous little guy with a big ole crush on a demon prince!! I would be their wingperson. Let me be the one who's like oh oops I planned plans on top of my plans have fun see ya!!! LOL that's so cute though. I get why he would feel that way.

I love that he's a tailor and makes stuff for Asmo and Levi too!

I too am allergic to tomatoes alsdklfjf no not really but the only food I don't like is raw tomatoes. I don't know why 😭

Anyway, I love him he sounds so cute~ Thank you for sharing him with me!!

[yourkimjaejin]

~ 6:28 pm, Sometime in 2021, Aurora/Moxy/Haechan/Taeyong ~

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“Did you get along with the 127 members noona? Like when you were added to the group.” Aurora asked out of the blue.

Moxy barks out a laugh, “HA! No!”

“What.” 

“Yeah seriously. The only members that I was cool with were Donghyuck, Johnny and Doyoung oppa. I’m pretty sure Taeyong hated me. Like the day of my high school graduation, Taeyong lied about having a dance practice just so Johnny and Doyoung couldn’t meet Grandma Jin. He almost made me stay back to practice alone for two hours. Thank God for Soonjae-noona. She covered for me.” 

“Why didn’t any of us know?”

“Unspoken rule. No 127 drama reaches the Dreamies. You all were going thru a lot at the time. Debuting. Jaemin injury. The ticking timebomb that was Marks graduation. There was no reason for you guys to get sucked into our drama.”

Moxy could see the gears turning in the maknaes head. “Huh.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Haechan was sitting on the couch watching a new drama with Johnny and Taeyong. His phone buzzed with an incoming message. Haechan grabbed his phone. Taeyong looks on seeing the younger puzzled at the message before texting back. 

“Who’s that?” 

“Rora,” Haechan took a sip of his coke, “She wanted to know where you were.” 

“Oh.” The three turned back to the show. All was silent for a moment before Haechan sat up. 

“Just putting this out there. I hold no responsibility for what Aurora does with the information I’ve given her. Her actions are her own and I, Lee Donghyuck, am not to be held accountable. Thank you.” Haechan leaned back onto the couch ignoring the looks from his elder members. 

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

There was a knock at the door. The three boys were taking a break to order food. Johnny figured it was the delivery man so he got up to open it. Before he could get the door open, Aurora barged in. Aurora looked like a girl on a mission so who was he to stop her. Aurora stormed over, stopping directly in front of Taeyong. He tried to greet her but before he could Aurora clocked him with a right hand

“OH!!” Haechan jumps out of his seat in shock. Quickly, color fills Taeyong’s left cheek as the bruise takes form. Taeyong sat shocked at the actions of nct’s youngest members. One look at the fury written in Aurora’s eyes and Taeyong was hit with reality. 

He knew exactly Aurora was mad. 

And honestly he deserved it. 

“Thats for treating Moxy noona like crap and because she’s too nice to give you the punch you deserved.” And with that Aurora stormed right back out the door. Leaving like nothing happened. They all sat quietly, not really knowing what to say.

“I just want to reiterate, I have nothing to do with that. My hands are clean.” 

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Just a little side note. Those of my readers that are in the nct oc discord server, this post is for you if anyone remembers suggesting this but its been sitting in my drafts waiting until I posted the finale to the Taeyong!angst

Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

[roastyoualive]

color

time of year

time of day

personal object

Hi!

Color -> My favourite is purple! My room is purple, my hair is  purple, my phone case is purple… Even my entrance gear for wrestling lights up purple! Life’s too short not to surround yourself with happiness, you know? 

time of year -> Okay, here’s the thing. I love the spring time, but recently, I’ve developed a NASTY pollen allergy. It’s kind of ironic, really. But yeah, spring or early summer. I like it warm, but not too warm - especially if I want to train on our deck or go for a walk with my family. It’s also nice then because it’s before it gets really humid and buggy. Plus, I was a spring baby, so. Birthday bias! 

time of day -> I’m a night owl. … Which should be obvious with the influx of drafts I just put out, and what time it is now. Don’t get me wrong, daytime is great, but at night, I feel like I have time for me, if that makes sense. 

personal object -> Oh, this is tough. There’s a kimono my head teacher gave me that’s got a LOT of significance I’m only just learning about now. There’s an antique necklace my grandpa gave me that used to belong to his mother. There’s a ring with my birthstone that my grandma got me to match a birthstone ring I bought her for her birthday. There’s a little sparkly stuffed snow leopard my youngest brother bought me for my birthday one year, and it was the first thing he ever spent his own money on. There’s the cards, drawings, and crafts my students made me ‘just because’. There’s the spear my dad surprised me with for Christmas when I jokingly asked for one, not thinking he’d be serious. There’s the empty beer can from the drink my wrestling coach bought me to celebrate my first-ever match. My first cat’s favourite toy. A necklace my best friend in high school made for me for Christmas. That kind of thing. So, yeah, I guess while there’s no one answer, there’s a theme - the things people I love gave me, with the stories behind them. That’s what makes them my favourites.

And hello!! :>

[boombird]

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[the-firebird69]

Asia was there on Mars after the war and they were collecting things some of the balls and some of the masks and she was seeing grabbing this one and it was 20 miles high it's as big as a 20 mi ship and she put it into a 500 barely it's very heavy just barely got off the planet Earth she saw it shrinking it became half the size over a period of one week after 8 weeks in space it was one third the size finally it was about a foot high and it wasn't to radiate she put it on her face and began to hurt she took it off and it was not contaminated and she turns the mirror and her face was ripped off completely gone she passed out and she died on her spaceship and the machine failed to reviver because it couldn't find her to the secret chamber. This was my great grandma this is Chen and that's how she died and I have the ring on and it's on my left middle finger and nobody says what she said to me when I my husband was in China

Katia Equiz

Caa

These things are incredible and very gross but they work for us and these two work for us and that's what we like to see and Halloween the series has started tonight is Halloween too and it is also Friday the 13th is in gear and it's the third installment tonight and she's screaming with Glee. The attacks on the bases are intensifying and was supposed to be afraid but we know how many of them are left so we're not and they are attacking the nephilim base they're attacking the ships the tunnels the caverns and now the empire bases and the saucer factories. I'm going after these trumpsters here and for their threats and today's threats and we're going to kill them. The attacks on our bases are somewhat mild but on the Mac bases that they formed on their former lands they are pouring in they finally built all of it out in the Western hemisphere and they're loading the rest of it and they're firing like madness from the bases and they are bringing ships and hitting and this is in the south and also in Georgia there's two bases in Florida that they're attacking they're not getting near them yet but they're not completed and there are three bases in Nevada and they are diminishing in those areas and the East Coast has one and they are diminishing there and all the warlocks are attacking we think that they're going to pretty much cease to exist in the East and the South fairly soon and all die in the South because they'll move in after this battle and the crabs will kill them and I think that's tomorrow the ships are fully fueled fully loaded and waiting for a window. West and Mac is Mac is moving in ships and more armaments and troops and they're moving in a lot of shield chips huge huge numbers to them and they're hitting giant armies they're probably going to be gone from the states fairly soon.

Thor Freya

Us too

Olympus

[alwaysteveswife]

Snow Ball | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: This is a moderately short piece of writing I found in my notes 😃 it's one of the first ones I wrote in general like with Steve, so it's not as amazing as others, still I'm fond of it, hope you like it <3

It happens in the finale of the second season, on the same night as the winter formal. In this version Steve was going to attend the ball.

Warnings: Nothing, maybe a little bit of dislike towards Nancy, but only that (in my defense, I was very angry with her after what she did to Steve 😞).

Number of characters: 4,533

"Are you sure you don't want to go? We still have time to go to your house and find something you can wear" Steve muttered, looking at Y/N.

"I already told you I'm not going, Steve" she laughed, finishing adjusting the collar of his shirt, "The idea of going to a dance is dancing, and doing that with a broken foot doesn't sound like fun to me at all" she picked up the tie, ready to start adjusting it, "Besides, Nancy's going to the party, and I don't feel like seeing her tonight.

"I still don't understand why you hate her so much" He grabbed the car keys and hugged Y/N's waist to start down the stairs.

"I don't hate her, it's just that if given a choice between being with her or a wild tiger, I'd definitely choose the tiger."

"That sounds like you hate her to me" He opened the car door once they were outside, helping her into the passenger seat.

"We're going to go get Dustin, right?" She changed the subject quickly once he got in the car, she didn't feel like talking about Wheeler right now.

"That's right, after I pick him up I'll drop you off at your house" Steve started the engine and put the car in gear.

She nodded softly, opening the window to get some fresh air. The ride was silent, neither had a topic to talk about, and Y/N didn't want to distract him while driving either, so she preferred to stay quiet as they made their way to Dustin's house.

Unfortunately, Dustin had never been good at keeping quiet.

"Hi, Steve" The boy greeted as he got into the car with a big smile on his face, "Hi, Y/N."

"Hi, Dustin!" Y/N turned quickly to give him a high five.

"Are you ready to party, kiddo?" Steve started the car again, this time smiling big.

"Sure am!" He rested both hands on the seat backs, leaning out to look at them both "Are you going dressed like that, Y/N?"

"Oh, I'm not going" she lifted her leg as best she could, pointing at it with her hand "Fracture."

"Right, I forgot" he turned to look at Steve "Does that mean you don't have a date for the dance?"

"No, I might ask some other girl to be my partner for tonight, I'm not too worried about that."

"Dustin, keep a close eye on Steve, there's never a shortage of girls after the one with the girlfriend" Y/N joked, laughing under her breath.

"Roger that, Miss Y/L/N" He nodded proudly.

Steve just laughed as he parked the car in front of her house. She wasn't in the mood to spend the night watching Nightmare on Elm Street and eating whatever knick-knacks her parents had left behind before heading off to Grandma and Grandpa's house, but she didn't have a choice either.

"Well, gentlemen, I guess this is goodbye" she unbuckled her belt and opened the door, ready to have a 'spectacular' night "By the way, the suit looks great on you, Dustin."

The boy smiled at her, showing her his new teeth. She got out of the car and walked to the door, pulling out his keys to unlock it.

He turned to look at them one last time to wave goodbye.

Once inside her house she sighed heavily. She was exhausted by everything that had happened these past few days and couldn't understand how those guys had the energy to go to a party after the hell they went through.

Just as Y/N had predicted, today was nightmare on Elm Street, which meant spending an hour and a half watching youngsters being chased by a psychopath appearing in their dreams, while she enjoyed a nice jar of chips and a glass of booze.

She was getting to the part where Freddy was taking his first victim and, just then, her doorbell rang. Her paranoid side came out. She stood up, gripping the TV remote tightly in defense. Y/N turned the knob, ready to strike whoever was on the other end.

"Hello again."

It was Steve. He was no longer wearing his suit jacket, just his shirt and untucked tie.

"What are you doing here?" a sense of relief and happiness washed over her.

"I didn't feel comfortable being at a party while you were here, alone, so I decided to keep you company" he smiled as he held up his hands full of bags "And I brought burgers."

"God, you're the best non-boyfriend in the world" Y/N stepped back from the doorway so he could walk through, smiling big.

"What do you mean, not-boyfriend?" he asked teasingly, sitting down on the couch and setting the burgers on the little table.

"It's the term I put on our relationship, it will be that way until one of us takes the final step" she sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

After all, the night didn't turn out to be as boring as I thought it would be.

Masterlist

[nightingaelic]

Badly injured companions react to a high-strength courier carrying them like they're weightless.

TW: Blood

Afternoon walks in the Mojave were usually quiet, with most animals sticking to the shade during the hottest hours of the day. Cazadores weren't most animals, and a nest of them rose up to surprise the courier in the middle of their latest delivery. While the courier immediately tossed the package and their traveling gear aside in order to fight off the giant insects, their companion wasn't as quick. They fell to the ground with a cry after one of the cazadores got in an early strike with its stinger.

Incensed, the courier screamed to attract the attention of the mutated wasps. It did the trick, and they disappeared within a whirl of wings. Once every cazador lay twitching in its own yellow blood, the courier tossed their weapon aside and lifted their injured companion easily, as if they were as light as a ray of Mojave morning sunshine. "I've got you."

Arcade Gannon: "Holy..." Arcade coughed, then felt the courier's arm muscle. "That can't be natural. Are you on chems?"

"That thing really got you good," the courier said, staring in horror at the bleeding gash in his stomach and ignoring the inquiry. "Should I get us to Novac, or do you think you can..?"

"Who's gonna look at me in Novac?" Arcade asked, mildly insulted. "Ada Straus? She'll kill me."

"Well what else do you suggest?"

Arcade waved his hand weakly. "Simple procedure. I could use a doctor's bag if you have any handy."

The courier laid him down carefully on the asphalt of the road, shoving his pack under his head as a pillow. "I've got one in here somewhere," they said, reaching for their own belongings. "Talk me through it."

Craig Boone: "Save your strength," Boone insisted. "There might be more hiding out here."

"We'd hear more buzzing," the courier replied, glancing around. "It's quiet, and you're hurt."

Boone couldn't deny that. He nodded. "Need a medic. Can't feel all my limbs."

The courier gave him a curt nod. "Camp Golf. Sawbones. Keep your eyes open."

"Give me my gun."

"Boone-"

"Please."

The courier somehow managed to pick the fallen sniper rifle up from the ground and tuck it in the crook of Boone's arm. "Happy?"

"Mm-hm."

Lily Bowen: Lily didn't appear at all fazed by the courier's feat of herculean strength, even though the jaws of the residents and traders at the 188 trading post were dropping. "Grandma's limbs aren't doing too well, pumpkin," the nightkin said weakly, sounding more like the frail old woman she used to be.

"I know, Lily, I know." The courier glared at the crowd around them. "Don't just stand there, get me a medic! Is anyone here a doctor?"

The crowd began to titter and disperse. Samuel Kerr came forward with a few stimpaks, and the courier eased Lily to the ground before jabbing the syringes into her upper thigh.

Lily winced, but it was unclear if it was from the pinch of the injections or the voice in her head. "Yes it hurts, Leo, but the doctors can fix me right up!"

"That's right, Lily," the courier reassured her. "Just take it easy, now."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: The old ghoul groaned. "Hijo de puta, I'm not as young as I used to be. Put me down, I think I can walk."

The courier tried to oblige, but immediately swept Raul back up when he cried out in pain. "I really don't think you can, vaquero."

"Nope, maybe not," Raul agreed. "These bones are about to give up the ghost, boss. Lo siento."

"It's okay." The courier looked around, desperate. "Too far... too rocky... fuck, we'll have to go back to Bitter Springs."

"Won't Lieutenant Markland be surprised," Raul replied. "And after you just restocked his medical supplies, too."

"Nothing for it." The courier set off, holding the ghoul close.

"Once I'm better, you'll have to tell me what your secret is," Raul said with a smirk. "It'd better not be Buffout."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Well, look at you." Cass smiled up at the courier. "Been quite a while since someone picked me up without harboring lustful intentions."

"Cass, you're bleeding out," the courier indicated. "Can the flirting wait?"

"Fair enough. Not firing on all pistons here." Cass bit her lip and hissed. "I'll take a doctor's bag and some whiskey, if you don't mind. Can patch myself up just fine."

"No you cannot," the courier insisted, shifting her carefully to check their Pip-Boy. "Nearest town is... Goodsprings. Due southwest. Try to stay awake."

"Fine, I'll make do with just the whiskey," Cass replied hazily.

Veronica Santangelo: Despite the pain that accompanied the sudden movement, Veronica couldn't help widening her eyes at the courier's arm muscles in motion. "Im... impressive," she said weakly. "I know I'm not that tall, but I'm well-fed, by Mojave standards."

The courier looked down at her, bewildered but still slightly amused. "Do they do monthly weigh-ins, down in that bunker?"

"Not for... not for Scribes." Veronica chuckled, then winced. "There's a clinic nearby. Inside... outside... Freeside?"

"I'll get you there," the courier replied with a nod. They started walking quickly in the city's direction.

"Mm, swell." Veronica closed her eyes. "Doctor Usanagi's a real peach, and I'm gonna need some new limbs."

ED-E: The courier's eyebot let out a weak set of blips, each descending in tone as if its power was running low. The courier looked it over quickly and found the disconnected panel that hung loose, save for a few sparking wires. They struggled to reconnect the broken pieces, cursing with each shock and fizz.

"Nothing for it," they said finally, re-positioning the eyebot under their arm and retrieving their belongings. "Old Lady Gibson lives just up the road. We'll pop in for a visit."

ED-E let out one last determined beep before powering down.

Rex: Rex whined in the high-pitched keen he reserved for moments of intense pain and fear. "I know boy, I know," the courier murmured. "Come on, we're almost to Jacobstown. Doc Henry and Calamity can fix you up no problem."

Rex licked the courier's face.

[erodasfishtacos]

imagine mlbrry at one of the kids peewee baseball games and hes getting wayyy to into the game and yn is just like amused/embarrassed because hes the loudest dad there and the umpire threatens to kick him out because hes like heckling the other teams coach

Okay but this is deadass him. I also really love this blurb.

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YN hated bringing Harry to the peewee kid games because of how invested he got into them as if they meant anything.

Most parents would be too busy watching him rather than their children because The Harry Styles is sitting in the bleachers.

He didn’t get to come to many games because of work but when he did, he was a bit too excited to see his children win.

It was a cool thursday night, still light out but getting darker, and it was Easton and Cash on the same team because they were close enough in age.

Ezra was asleep in his stroller, as his parents sat on the lowest row, and of course, Harry’s hand was a little too high up on his wife’s thigh to be appropriate.

When Cash comes up to bat with the little helmet nearly bobbling of his head, he pulls up his bat, and it didn’t surprise anyone how good his children were at such a young age.

When the opposing team coach throws a ball towards the child, Cash doesn’t swing, and the umpire calls strike.

Just like his dad, he squeals out, “That was a ball! That wasn’t a strike!”

YN rolls her eyes at her husband’s mini me as Harry claps loudly and says, “Tha’s right, Cash. That was a ball, ump needs to get new glasses!”

“Harry, shut up,” YN laughs with a hard elbow that only earns her a kiss on the cheek, “I really don’t need two of you.”

He whispers lowly in her ear, “Y’already got three of ‘em because you’re a good girl and let me put as many as I want in you.”

He was such a fucking menace, the same teenager she met how many years ago now?

When Cash hits a ground ball, Harry is out of his seat and clapping loudly, putting his fingers in his mouth, and whistling as he gets to first base.

“Atta boy, Cashy!” Harry praises loudly, uncaring of anyone who’s giving him a side-eye because he didn’t give one fuck.

YN had to admit it warmed her heart to see her husband so supportive of their little kids and what a good dad he is.

Easton is up after a few more kids, batting stance perfect as he swings fiercely at the ball, and the umpire calls a strike.

“S’okay, East! Y’got this, bub!” Harry encourages, now with a bubbly and very much awake Ezra in the crook of his arm.

“H, I gotta go feed him,” YN murmurs as their youngest starts to smack his puffy lips in search of his mum.

“Okay, baby. Want me t’come with you?” Harry offers, sweetly as ever as he shuffles the infant into her arms.

“I’m just goin’ to go in the car, please be good,” She warns, allowing one kiss before heading toward their massive SUV ***

Spoiler alert: he wasn’t.

Easton attempts to slide to third base, and is safe, but the ump calls it out because technically they’re not supposed to be sliding.

Harry is biting his tongue but when he sees his son pull of his helmet with tears in his eyes because he was proud of his slide.

Well, Harry goes into papa bear mode, “Oi! Y’callin’ him out because he knows how to play the game?”

“Sir, there is no sliding in peewee baseball,” The ref replies with annoyance.

“Y’let the kid from the other team do it!” He argues, standing up and crossing his arms.

“Must have not caught it.”

“Not caught it m’arse!” Harry scoffs, he sees Easton chuck his gear off and make his way to his father.

“I don’t want t’play anymore tonight,” He sniffles and tucks himself against his father’s thigh.

“I don’t blame y’East. Not when you got blind as a grandma umpires who don’t know how to play a game of baseball,” He agrees, hiking up the five year old with a kiss to his cheek.

Cash also toddles over with a glare at the refs.

God, they both have definitely watched way too many of Harry’s games because the crowd can tell how much they act like him.

The other parents in the crowd didn’t say anything because they were watching the best player in baseball history get mad over a peewee game and it was quite funny.

When Harry gathers up both of his boys, trotting off to the car with a sour expression, and buckling them in.

YN who’s still feeding Ezra, isn’t even surprised, and huffs out a sigh when Harry opens her door to smile softly at his hungry baby.

“Can we get ice cream, baby mama?” Harry asks with a kiss to her nose then lips. She can’t help but smile when the two little ones start chanting ice cream!

“I guess, only if y’good,” YN relents with a faux groan.

Harry steals another kiss, lingering, “I’ll be extra good for you tonight, mama.”

[augustinescruelsummer]

Bug Boy • Peter Parker

In which Spider-Man and her are friendly acquaintances; and she’s developing a crush on a certain skater boy.

Genre: Fluff.

“Are you not a swiftie?” I turned to my friend and asked, and she shook her head no. I rolled my eyes at her reply because everyone needs to be a Swiftie. We both got off at the same stop, except she went towards Harry’s house for the glorified party of the weekend. I, unfortunately, would be skipping said party. My grandma needed groceries for the house, and she’s my main priority.

I wrapped my scarf around my neck as the wind picked up suddenly.

“Ma’am!” A muffled voice called, and I wheeled around. I grasped my keys between my knuckles, and then dropped them when I saw the suit.

“Um,” I stuttered, “How can I help you bug boy?”

“Bug boy?” He chucked to himself. He extended his hand out, and in it was my wallet. “You’re an Ohio State fan?” The masked man asked me, motioning to the keychain that attached my car keys and wallet.

“Sort of,” I replied. Thinking of Ohio State didn’t bring pleasant thoughts, “Can I have my wallet back?”

“Oh yeah, here!”

It had been three weeks since my encounter with Spider-Man, and I’ve been seeing him swinging around town more lately. Whenever I’m running errands, I find myself looking for his lanky form swinging in the sky. I always try to ignore the pang of disappointment that hits me when I don’t see him.

Advanced placement chemistry. The bane of my entire existence, if I do say so myself. There’s nothing more I despise than the high B I have in that class, and my scholarship dangling in front of me.

“That’s a transition metal,” the voice beside me said. Peter. Smart, soft, beautiful Peter Parker. He cleared his throat and I realized I hadn’t said anything.

“Oh, you’re right! The charge goes beside it. Thank you, Peter.”

He laughed to himself, and I found myself questioning why I was familiar with the laugh. It reminded me of the web swinger I was yet to see again.

I sighed and put an earbud in, trying to see if I could figure this out by myself. It was sort of embarrassing to have to need Peter’s help, and his little corrections had been growing increasingly as the semester went on. As I worked on the sheet in front of me, our teacher placed a threateningly large packet in front of us.

“This is partner work. Due by Friday. Your partner is the one next to you.”

I glanced over at Peter, and saw him already looking over. My cheeks lit up at this, and i softly smiled.

“I say the better we knock this out the better,” I told him and he nodded his head with me.

Three hours later, Peter Parker sat on my couch with a relaxed expression. I was making us both tea, and he was stretched out with his arms behind his neck.

“Lovely place you have,” he said as I reentered the room.

“Thank you!” I replied with a grin. “I live with my grandma, but she’s on an overnight retreat.”

He hummed in response, and we began to work on the packet together. He was an easy partner to work with. I found myself smiling at his dumb jokes, and staring at his perfect jawline when he wasn’t looking. His hair was messy over his eyes but he still looked presentable.

We got through half of the packet by the time he abruptly announced his departure, and scattered his books together. I went through our conversation in the past five minutes, wondering what I said.

“I have to go, I’m sorry.” He had said, cutting me off mid sentence. He had been spacing out for the past minute, and my over thinking was kicking into high gear.

“I guess I’ll catch you later?” He said, before closing my apartment door. Leaving me with two tea mugs and a chemistry packet. I sighed and ran a hand down my face.

What could I have possibly done now?

I knew I shouldn’t have tried anything with Peter, he was too smart and cunning for whatever I wanted.

I was wallowing in my sadness when a sudden grimace of pain came from my window. I got up briskly and threw the curtains away, and saw a battered Spider-Man staring back at me through the window. I gasped in horror, and threw the window up.

He climbed through noisily, and I was grateful Nana wasn’t home.

“What the hell are you doing in my apartment, bug boy!?” I inquired as soon as he flopped down onto the floor. “Oh my God, you’re dripping blood on my floor!“

The masked boy muttered an apology and flipped over onto his back, and I grimaced at the amount of blood soaking his Spider suit.

“So, do you think you could help patch me up, perhaps?”

I could feel the smirk underneath his mask, and I slowly nodded my head.

“You have so much explaining to do, bug boy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I smiled to myself at the nickname as I padded into the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit.

“This is gonna hurt, but since you showed up here randomly, you can take it.”

“Yup,” he replied heavily, and I tried not to find it attractive. “So why are you alone on a Saturday night, madam?”

I sighed to myself and began cleaning the cut on his abdomen, “I got ditched.” Bug boy’s eyes shot up. “By a guy?” He asked timidly, and I smiled softly at his tinder tone.

“Yes, bug boy, it was in fact a guy. We were studying and then I think I said something that fucked it all up, because he randomly got up and left me.”

The masked hero put two fingers under my chin, “That guy’s an asshole.”

“He’s actually incredibly sweet, Spidey,” I defended. His eyes widened at the response and I chuckled. “He’s the reason I’m not failing chemistry, he’s adorable, a dork, and handsome. What’s not to love?”

He winced as I put a large band-aid over one of his minor cuts before replying. “Sounds like a great guy.”

“Yeah,” I muttered to myself and went to put the first aid kit away.

“Wait,” Spider-Man called, and I turned expectantly. “Would you date said guy?” I pondered for a moment and then gave him my answer.

“Yeah, I would.”

I put the kit away and returned to the infamous bug boy lost completely in his won world. “Hey buggy, what’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked him softly, sitting on my bed. He was leaning against the side of it, with his back pressed to the mattress. I sat above him on the actual bed to the left, and he tilted his head up at me.

“I guess I should do this now,” he said with hesitation, and I furrowed my eyebrows. The mask was ripped off his head aggressively by his strong hands, and there stood

Peter.

Peter Parker.

“Peter?!“ I screamed, horrified at the sight in front of me. I had poured my heart out to Spider-Man, and turns out bug boy was Peter.

“Just let me explain,” he began, wincing as he got up. “I wouldn’t have taken the mask off if the feelings weren’t reciprocated.”

My heart fell to my feet. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?

“I rushed out earlier because, as you can see, I’m Spider-Man.”

I nodded my head slowly, my mouth slightly agape at the fact. He offered me a sweet smile that made the corners of my lip turn up.

“I would try and make a move right now, but I can barely stand.”

“Take it easy, bug boy.”

“As you wish, madam.”

[stardew-mermaid]

im WEAK for my faves as parents and i know lots of y'all are too so here are

bachelors as dads vibes

(bachelorettes as moms will come soon too ❤️ under cut cause it got very long lol)

sebastian

a chill dad. when u were very little he'd let u sit in his lap while he codes and consequently u find heavy metal soothing cause he would be playing it while he works and u would always fall asleep against him

if he wasn't using his second computer u could play around on it while he works. 'existing in each other's company while u both do stuff' time becomes a regular thing even as u get older, u would do ur homework next to him at his desk and he'd help if u were confused

the first time u were deemed old enough to go for a ride on his motorcycle u were SO fucking hyped even if u had to be absolutely decked out in protective gear. sometimes while u were in high school he'd help you flex by picking you up/dropping you off on the bike

would bundle u up in his hoodies as a toddler and there's a few pics of u absolutely SWIMMING in them with the hood all the way over ur face pretending to be the grim reaper. he'd never been so proud

elliott

an eloquent dad, but still has goofy dadlike tendencies. he may be the picture of a dark academia dilf with his slacks and button ups sipping coffee in the morning over a manuscript, but he'll still make the jokes. calls u things like little one and taught u to play piano

he got u ur own little bookshelf for all ur baby books and he'd read to you every single night without fail. he'd make up stories too and u would help and make a collab tho it often got u more excited than relaxed for bed but it was worth it!!! when u were grown up u helped him compile the short stories u made up together and published it. he'd also share with u poems he wrote for you and about you over the years, lots of them to do with the wonder of watching a whole tiny person grow into a big person

would always take u on nature walks and play at the beach!!! u would find shells and rocks to give to him and he'd always look like u just handed him pure gold

u made a pact that u would sit still for him while he did ur hair if u could braid his hair in turn. u both looked very stylish

sam

cool dad!!! fun dad!!!! watches anime with u when u get into it and is forever ur player 2. if u had a skateboard or a scooter he'd always show u up by pulling off sick tricks and it became a friendly rivalry. taught u to stick it to the man at a very early age. teaches u to play guitar and took u to ur first rock concert when u were like 8

there are baby photos of u wearing sunglasses that cover half ur face and when asked about it he'd say 'u were just a rly cool baby!!!!' in some of them he's wearing matching sunglasses and carrying u in one of those front baby pouches. he'd also always sing to you as a baby and still does it idly sometimes and has written songs for u!!!!

ur #1 hypeman. praises u for everything and always makes sure u know how cool u are just for existing. he loses his mind at ur grade school talent show and at ur graduation he's there holding up his phone and crying like FUCK IT UP KENNETH!!!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

tho alongside all the fun he teaches u to be very responsible and polite and above all extremely kind!!!!

shane

has the most potent typical dad energy. the socks with sandals, the jokes, the ac/dc, the funny hobby projects, the rivalry with other pta parents, all of it. calls u squirt and kiddo and the kind to ruffle ur hair. always gives u piggy back rides even as u get older, says it helps him stay in shape. when u were little you'd always bap ur baby hands against his stubble cause heehee funny scratchy face

u loved when he was in charge of dinner growing up cause it was often takeout pizza/burgers. 'hey im making a pot of kraft dinner should i double it for u' kind of guy, adds cut up hot dogs and after ur other parent voices a need for nutrition adds frozen veggies too. VERY good at cooking all kinds of eggs tho, would always feed u eggs from his own chickens and would accept nothing less!!!

teaches u a lot about chickens and some of ur fave memories with him are in the coop or chillin in a field in spring with him and the new chicks. some other faves include the regular tea parties with him and cousin jas, and even as u both get older u all sit down and have tea together sometimes and occasionally break out one of the old barbie movies for funsies

u learned how to say fuck from him when u were 3 and he died laughing. if called and told that u got into a fight at school would reply with 'did they win'

harvey

sweet, dorky doctor dad. would get SUPER worried whenever u got so much as a cold, made u stay home and rest and HYDRATE. taught u proper medical standard handwashing from when u first learned how to turn on the tap, also taught u a lot of basic first aid. when u were fussy he would read u his old textbooks from med school and it'd get you to sleep in minutes

refuses to let u leave the house without eating something first and would often get up early to make u a big breakfast before school (it's the most important meal of the day!!!!). yes it's ok if ur late ur english teacher can wait until you've had ur veggies. when u were a baby his standard of keeping u fed was 'if i had to change less than five diapers a day it wasn't enough'. encourages taking a snack and water everywhere

as u got older u realized how hardworking he is so u make sure he knows how much u love and appreciate him, goes all out for his bday and father's day like how he goes all out for u every day and it makes him cry. he cries at ur first birthday and ur graduation too, cried when u got him a #1 DAD mug specifically for his morning coffee, he just cries a lot and it's very endearing, dad taught u it's okay to be emotional. u also gift him funky socks to wear at work and he goes bananas for them

he taught u how to assemble model planes and u would sit with him while he tuned his old radio, u liked the bwee bwee sounds. he would play jazz and swing and dance with u standing on his feet. when u were little u liked to play with his moustache and occasionally he would fall asleep while watching u but the most u ever did was add a goatee to the stache with washable marker which he thought was pretty funny

alex

strong dad!!! jock dad!!!!! would flex and let u hang off his bicep, play wrestle (u would always win), sit u on his shoulders and run around making airplane noises, play sportsball in the yard and would come up with fun challenges for u if u got bored of catch. pretty much the master of keeping ur baby self entertained and was always there to tuck u in for a nap when u got tired out

makes an extra protein shake for u every morning and loads of scrambled eggs, will also sneak u a cookie tho

he's always super encouraging and positive and enthusiastic about everything u do which u pick up fast. u go to his games and even if sports turns out not to be ur thing the fact that ur there rooting for him makes him put in 1000% effort, calls u his good luck charm!!!! he will also throw u over his shoulders and use u for weightlifting while u shout encouragement directly into his ear. this continues until ur grown up (and sometimes even then so he can flex even as an 'old man')

gets really really worried about you whenever ur sick or get hurt and will lose sleep over it but stays upbeat for ur sake. he will cuddle u tho. sometimes you'll ask for stories about ur grandma and he'll tell u and it's so nice to him to talk about his mother and smile instead of being sad, you help him heal because it's so wonderful to think of her as a grandmother and how proud she'd be. he plays her music box for u to help u sleep when ur little and it still makes u feel sleepy and safe when ur older

[kai-uh-arcadian]

Ackersmith Cafe 

Pieck x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k Cw: minor cursing Disclaimer! This is my first story/fic/head canon type thing ever, so feedback is much appreciated! ( :

enjoy!

* Lots of wholesome fluff ( : <3 *

Ships involved: Pieck x Reader, Hitchani, Eruri, Yumihisu,  Implied EreMika, Implied Niccolo x Sasha

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⁃ Ackersmith cafe, a quaint, dark academia type coffee shop

⁃ Leading local competitor “mom and pop shop” of the Shiganshina county against Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts and Bakers Dozen

⁃ Used to be called “Smith Cafe” owned Grandma and Grandpa Smith before Mr. Erwin took over and married Mr.Levi

⁃ You and your parents have been going here since you could remember! Even before Mr.Erwin won his battle against cancer but lost his arm

⁃ Even though you’re in college now, it’s still walking distance from Paradis University and the neighbor university—Liberio University

⁃ You introduced your college friends, Sasha, Mikasa, and Annie to this place

⁃ You go here almost everyday to study and do uni homework

⁃ “Mr. Erwin!” You announced every time you walk in with Annie, Sasha, and Mikasa as the bells of the cafe ring

⁃ “(Y/nnnnnnn!)” he says waving his bionic arm that Hange, the other barista, made for him

⁃ (Hange chooses to work here every other weekend as a way to “relax” from their researching job, crazy right?)

⁃ “Hey twerp, when did you get so tall?”Mr. Levi flashes a smile from behind the counter, remembering you getting hoisted up on your dads shoulder while ordering a hot chocolate from when he was a trainee here a few years ago

⁃ “Mr. Levi, it’s been years since I was your height” you chuckle glancing at Mikasa, Sasha, and Annie stifling back a laugh at they witness this interaction

⁃ “Tch. You brats, I’ll kick you out any second!” he jokingly gets defensive

⁃ “Levi” Mr. Erwin puts a hand on the small of Mr. Levi’s back “Be nice to my favourite and most important customers! You’ll drive out our daily revenue” he laughs

⁃ “Yeah yeah whatever. The usual, brats?” Mr. Levi rolls his eyes holding back a soft smile

⁃ “Yep!” You all say in unison

⁃ “Should’ve guessed” as his rings up your guys’ total “I’ll bring it right out for you guys” he says before disappearing into the brewing station

⁃ You, Sasha, Mikasa, and Annie go to your usual booth right by the front window of the cafe

⁃ You 4 begin to pull out your computers and begin to do homework

⁃ Sasha and Mikasa are typing away on a shared Google Slide for a project they were both assigned to for their ENGL 2273 class they both happened to have together while you and Annie are looking out the window dozing off

⁃ “(Y/N),” Mikasa says grabbing your attention “Do your work.”

⁃ “Alright alright” you begin opening up a blackboard assignment your Professor assigned to you

⁃ “Slacking off again (L/N)?” Mr. Levi’s voice startles you as you look up

⁃ “No!” You shyly smile at him as you pretend to type away at the assignment

⁃ “Tch. Anyways, a white chocolate mocha latte with a glazed donut for you Annie, a hot, unsweetened, caramel latte for you Mikasa, a bacon, egg, and cheese croissant with a cinnamon dolce frappe for you Sasha, and a matcha frappe for you (Y/N). Anything else brats?” He smiles as he hands everything to you guys

⁃ “No thank you!” You say in unison once again before he nods and walks away

⁃ As you sip on your delectable drink, Annie’s face lights up and it’s not from the donut (this time)

⁃ “Eh? Annie, what’s got you smiling?” Sasha says nervously chewing on her croissant at Annie’s surprised face

⁃ “Oh.” Annie’s face goes back to the typical stoic look “nothing, it’s just I know those people about to walk in” she gestures to a tall, muscular blonde man, a tall, brunette who is visibly sweating, a dirty blonde man with an undercut, and breathtaking black haired women with languid eyes and a perpetual soft smile

⁃ “Huh? How?” Mikasa looks up from her work and towards the girl sitting to her left shoulder, peeking a glance at the group about to walk in

⁃ “Eh, I went to Marley high school with them. I had a few classes with each of them throughout the years but never really interacted too much. They aren’t mean or anything— I just recognize them. I think they go to Liberio university” she says taking another bite of her donut

⁃ “Her names Pieck Finger” Annie said with a mouth full of donut directly at you “I’m guessing you were wondering” she smirks

⁃ Your face heats up. Did Annie notice you were staring at her?! Oh no… if Annie noticed… did this mean that Pieck girl also notice?!”

⁃ “No no” you laughed it off, “I wasn’t wondering I was just staring off into space!!”

⁃ This earns a chuckle out of Mikasa, she read you like a book

⁃ The Liberio squad orders as your little Paradis squad begins to pack up after being there for about hour and a half

⁃ “Annie?” The muscular blonde says from a few tables over

⁃ Annie lights up a bit at the seemingly familiar voice coming from behind her

⁃ “Reiner?” Annie walks over to the table as you, Mikasa, and Sasha continue to pack up

⁃ “Oh! These are my friends (Y/N), Mikasa, and Sasha. We usually come here almost everyday” annie says as each of you light up at the sound of your name

⁃ “Nice to meet you all! This is Bertolt, Porco, Pieck, and I’m Reiner”

You 4 wave to the Liberio 4 and you make direct eye contact with Pieck, she smiles softly at you

⁃ “It was nice seeing you all again, we were just on our way out” Annie waves to the group

⁃ “It was nice meeting you!” You, Mikasa, and Sasha say in unison

⁃ You made eye contact with Pieck once again before exiting

The next day

⁃ you text the group chat during your last class of the day “Ackersmiths?

⁃ Annie replies “Hitch nagged at me this morning claiming she deserves more attention so I'm taking her on a date tonight. ”

⁃ Mikasa replies “I’m being forced to meet Niccolo today😐”

⁃ “Okay so you all hate me😩I’ll go alone” you respond to the group chat

⁃ “Yeah that’s exactly what we mean (Y/N)😪😪😪” Sasha replies

⁃ “Yeah whatever.😫 I’ll be over later tonight and bring you guys your usuals if you want” you reply

⁃ “You’re a saint!🛐” Sasha says

⁃ “Sasha’s dorm as usual? I’ll be there around 8 o’clock” Annie says

⁃ “Perfect, I’ll see you guys then, i know you guys love me🥰🥰🥰🥰” you sent the text and began walking to Ackersmith’s

⁃ you walk in and greet Mr.Levi and Mr.Erwin like always “Mr. Leviiiiii! Mr. Erwin!!! It’s your favourite customer!”

⁃ “Oh? I didn’t see Sasha walk in though?” Erwin banters back as you walk towards the counter

⁃ “Yeah yeah, be glad or else you wouldn’t have any pastries left to sell today” you laugh “could I get the usual please?”

⁃ “Of course! I’ll have Levi bring it out to you in a second” Erwin beams and heads towards the machines

⁃ You begin to head to the table usually sit at when you aren’t accompanied by your usual gang but it seems to be taken

⁃ “Grandpa Arlert!?” You exclaim

⁃ Distracted by your excitement, that ethereal black haired Pieck, walks in and sits at a table closest to the entrance by the window. She instantly notices you chatting with (in her eyes) a random sweet old man

⁃ “(Y/N)!” He begins to get up

⁃ “How’s Armin doing? I haven’t heard much from him while he’s been in France but Mikasa tells me so much, maybe too much,  about Eren’s studies abroad”

⁃ “He’s doing well, I miss seeing you 4 all the time. I’m about to be on my way but come see me anytime kiddo” he pats you on the head

⁃ “I’ll come by this weekend okay Grandpa Arlert?” He nods as you sit down and pull out your computer

⁃ Pieck is gazing out the window but every now and then she glances at you. She can’t help but find you adorable when you focus on something— you furrow your brows a bit, squint, and bite your bottom lip

⁃ As Pieck is totally engrossed in your cute little studying quirks, she quickly averts her eyes and your head snaps in her direction as the entrance bells chimes and a couple walks in

⁃ You focus on the couple as the blonde one in a flowy pink dress pushes the stroller to nearby table and the taller brunette one in slacks and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow goes to order (for the blonde one as well, you assume)

⁃ The gears in your head are shifting as you begin to figure out who the hell that couple could be as they are SO familiar to you

⁃ Then. A lightbulb! “Historia?!” You say to the women about three empty small tables away

⁃ (It’s a local favourite, how could you not see people you know here?)

⁃ (Y/N)?! You get up and start walking over to Historia’s table accompanied by a stroller

⁃ (Y/N)? The tall brunette walks over with a strawberry pastry and a plain croissant

⁃ “Ahh, Ymir!” You exclaim embracing her

⁃ “And who might this little one be?” You question while lovingly waving to inside the stroller which held a baby with dark hair, freckles, and bright blue eyes

⁃ Somehow(?) a perfect mix of Ymir and Historia

⁃ “This is baby Freida” (after her late sister) Historia grabs the about 7-month baby girl and gives her a kiss on her chubby cheek

⁃ “Sooo this is what you’ve guys have been doing since we left high school. I always wondered where you guys took off! You both completely went AWOL “ you chuckle while holding your index finger out as baby Freida grasps it

⁃ “Yeah, after high school I decided to take a gap year and Historia decided to become a CNA, I’m working on my realtor license” Ymir says taking a chomp out of the croissant

⁃ “I’m so happy for you guys! Seeing you guys and plus this cute little one just made my day. Could I hold her?” Your eyes looks as if they’ve been possessed by literal stars

⁃ “Of course!” Historia gingerly hands you baby Frieda and to your surprise, little Frieda giggles while you rub your cheek to the baby’s chubby one smiling

⁃ While this interaction is happening, Pieck has her eyes GLUED to you

⁃ Her heart is bursting at the seams right now. From seeing you interact with the sweet old man you refer to as Grandpa Arlert to you holding a cute ass child AH! Her heart IS exploding

⁃ It’s like she’s emitting a pink aura out of her body and little hearts are circling her as well

⁃ You hand baby Frieda back “it was nice chatting with you guys, text me if you guys are ever back in town!” And with that you retreat back to your original spot

⁃ Hyper focused on what you’re supposed to be doing on your screen you’re interrupted by Levi’s booming voice

⁃ “Hey brat, sorry it took so long. The blender got jammed, probably from all the stupid ice it took to make your dumb frappe”

⁃ “Also, you’re probably too oblivious to notice but, don’t look now, there’s a dark haired girl by the window who has been making googly eyes at you the moment she walked in”

⁃ (WINGMAN LEVI?!?!?!)

⁃ You nonchalantly glide your eyes over to where he was talking about and he referring to Pieck

⁃ THE PIECK FINGER from yesterday

⁃ Your face turns red as you grab the drink from Mr.Levi and begin to stutter

⁃ “I— uh-“

⁃ “Don’t think I didn’t notice your little interaction yesterday” he scoffs hiding a smirk

⁃ …is he referring to me staring at Pieck from the window????

⁃ (That sounds creepy but in an innocent young teen/adult puppy love way)

⁃ “If you’d like, I can send a drink over from you. She ordered the weirdest frappe-combo-shit yesterday so I remember it. It was a matcha frappe with strawberry purée and strawberry drizzle with matcha dusted on top of the whip cream…” he scoffed “but what do I know? I’m just an old married man”

⁃ WINGMAN MR. LEVI!!!!!!

⁃ “Yes! That would be perfect, I trust your gut Mr.Levi!” You hand him your card and he smiles as he begins to walk away

⁃ At this point you’re nervous. Yes you’re looking at your computer but you CANNOT think about anything else but how Pieck will react

⁃ Does she have a boyfriend? That (stupid) undercut guy?

- The tall sweaty guy?

⁃ Or maybe the muscular guy

⁃ No no, she looks too smart to date a meathead

- She seems too outgoing to date a super nervous guy

⁃ Or a seemingly fuckboy

⁃ But who am I to judge her preference?

-Is she even gay?

- She probably has a girlfri--

⁃ “Thank you for the drink” a sweet voice danced in between your clouded thoughts

⁃ You look up and you meet eyes with the one and only, Pieck

⁃ “May I sit here?” She gestures at the empty seat in front of you

⁃ (Mr. Levi’s plan worked?)

⁃ “Of course!” You shyly smile rubbing the back on your nape

⁃ “Your names (Y/N), right?” She took a sip of the drink

⁃ “Hmm.. Doing a bit of stalking I see. How’d you know my exotic drink of choice?” Those heavy words came out so smoothly you could barely react to the accusation

⁃ “Oh! Uh— no it’s not that” you instantly became flustered

⁃ The laugh she let out was so beautiful that it made you stop in your tracks

⁃ A bit of the puree was on her lips, which made them glossy and her head tilted back which let her flowy silky black hair waterfall off her shoulder

⁃ A bit of confidence shot through you

⁃ “Actually, a little birdy told ME that you were the one “stalking” and they decided I should do something to get your attention” you raised an eyebrow

⁃ Pieck’s angelic laughter came to an instant halt and her face become the same colour of the little bit of strawberry purée on her bottom lip

⁃ Now YOU were the one giggling at her reaction

⁃ “Don’t worry don’t worry! You waved your hands in a surrendering motion “in all honestly Mr. Levi said he saw you looking at me today and remembered your ..interesting.. drink from yesterday and also remembered about how I was looking at you when you walked in with your friends and suggested I send a drink over to you” you reassured

⁃ Oh shit

⁃ She giggled at how red your face got after realized what you had just told her

⁃ “Well if you’re going to be honest I will too, I thought you were the cutest thing yesterday. Today really solidified that thought because I mayyyy… have noticed you with that cute little baby” she gave you a languid smile fiddling with her hair nervously

⁃ Taken a bit aback from this

⁃ Are you hearing this correctly???

⁃ “Could I possibly get your number? Maybe later this week we could go on a proper date or something?”

⁃ “I’d love nothing more than that, (Y/N) she gives to the sweetest most genuine smiles there can be

After you exchanged phone numbers, you and Pieck spent about 2 more hours there talking about everything and yet nothing at the same time. You both shared pointless stories about each other’s upbringing, majors, fun stories about your mutual friend Annie, your own friends, and little sarcastic shots at one another here and there before walking her back to her dorm at Liberio University (about a 30 minute walk back to Paradis University)

She thanked you for the fun night by giving you a small peck on the cheek.

When you both returned to your assigned dorms

Pieck spent the night fangirling about you to Porco, Reiner, and a 4th year named Zeke

While you spent your night fangirling to Annie, Sasha, and Mikasa

“Oh (Y/N)!? Speaking about great things you find at the cafe, where’s the drinks? ” Sasha asked after your little spiel about Pieck

“Shit!”

Ackersmith Cafe has always held a special place in your heart but the love you’ve had for the place just got deeper.

sorry if the ending sucks but lmk your thoughts!!!!!! (:

- Kyah