#hmm i had a little trouble with this one but hopefully it's okay!

[duchess-kyuupid]

Not quite an X Reader request, but a fun little prompt: In the place of Yuu is a TWST version of Little Ghost from Hollow Knight. Everyone thinks the kid's some random five year old fae that got swiped up by accident and is mostly babysat by the staff, but that doesn't stop some students from trying to bully the baby.

However, the baby in question is very good at hiding knives on their person and is secretly a master swordsman, and one day stabs a bully in the leg for shoving them, right in front of the bully's dorm leader.

Question: How do the dorm leaders react in this situation?

Okay uhh... I haven't written anything for a long time I know, but this I feel like I absolutely HAVE to do. Hopefully Silksong comes soon...right?

« Little Ghost gets into a Little Fight™ in Twisted Wonderland »

[TWST x Hollow Knight, Platonic affection, Ghost is slightly taller than Grim, not an x reader, the bullies are from each respective dorm (like Riddle's bullies are from Heartslabyul, etc.)]

So this whole conundrum started when Little Ghost found their favorite dorm leader in the halls in between classes. In their little scurry to reach them, they had to bypass a couple other students who were also in the hallway. One such student, with their small group of friends, intended to punt them and disguise it as a mere "shove."

"Better watch where you're going, shorty- us tall people can't see you from all the way up here when- OW! God damn it, what the hell?"

Little Ghost hides away their sharpened nail within the cover of their cloak, as if it was never there to begin with. They look up to the bully, pure malice filling the void of its blank, unblinking eyes. The bully's friends decide it was probably best to take the bully to the nurse and apologize on their behalf because, just look at his leg, it's bleeding! And, oh god, how big is that hole in his foot? What even is this weird shadow stuff? Best to just apologize and get out of there while they still could...

~Riddle~

Riddle witnesses the whole thing from the very moment that the Little Ghost saw him to begin with. Yet, the bullies left so quick that he didn't get a chance to collar them for their blatant disregard for the lives of innocent creatures. And almost immediately after the bullies left, the knight headed straight towards Riddle.

He was angry at first, at how the bullies so flagrantly disobeyed Rule #75: Never kick any creature with your left foot on Thursdays. But rather, he ended up feeling more concerned over the safety of the knight than anything else.

He took a moment to make sure the knight was feeling okay before going off into great detail about how it's against school policy to carry and conceal any weapon that isn't a wand on campus. Granted, he momentarily stops himself mid-sentence during his rant about this, since technically Little Ghost isn't even a student at NRC, so perhaps those rules don't apply to them? Hmm... An interesting counterargument indeed...

Ghost merely stares blankly back with little reaction to the scolding from Riddle. He sighs and decides to say nothing else about the knight's hidden weapons because, ultimately, Riddle is just happy that he won't have to worry so much about the little guy getting hurt with the knowledge that they can protect themselves if they need to.

"Well," Riddle supposes, "I guess I can let it go just this once. But just make sure that you don't go around stirring up even more trouble. Just let me know if anyone else decides to bother you, and I shall make sure to deal with them properly. Still, I need to go make sure those other ruffians don't make the same mistake twice about breaking the Queen's rules."

Riddle leans down a bit and pats the top of the knight's head with endearment in his eyes before walking away towards the nurse's office, an obvious glare of anger in his stride as he walked.

And the Little Ghost, left all alone in the hallway, looks down to their little hand, holding onto their precious charm: Fury of the Fallen.

Ah, another time then... they think.

~Leona~

Leona catches the whole thing and laughs about it as he watches the bullies scurry away in fear. He'd be dead before he admits it out loud, but Leona was actually just about to step in for the Little Ghost. True, he was pretending that he didn't see them as they were trying to approach him in the hallway, but he's always trying to look out for Little Ghost, whether on purpose or not.

Anyway, his laugh was more like a snide snicker, filled with mocking amusement. It was almost ironic how those beastmen could be so frightened by such a small little mouse, and hearing them squeal like babies was almost like music to his ears.

Leona smiles wider when Ghost finally approaches him after the incident, and he dips down to give them a little pat on the head.

"Nice job there, runt. That's what they get for messing with the wrong pack."

However, Leona's caught by surprise when the Ghost takes his hand from their head and places something in it. It felt cold- metallic maybe?- in his hand, and he takes a look at the gift Ghost had given to him. A... brooch? Ehh... The thought is nice but he's not exactly a jewelry kinda guy, you know?

Oh wait, and there's a note on it too.

'Mark of Pride. To my favorite pack leader.'

The next day, almost all of the Savanaclaw residents took notice of the new brooch their leader started wearing around.

~Azul~

Well, those bullies did have it coming to them, to be fair. Azul is in equal parts surprised and not surprised at those turn of events. On one hand, he's not surprised that Ghost had a little something up their sleeves on how to protect themselves, but on the other hand, he just didn't expect it to be...that.

Like, you'd think that you wouldn't be able to do a lot of damage with just a comically sized nail, but apparently, it was enough to scare even Octavinelle students away. And what was with that shadow magic? He's never seen anyone use anything remotely similar- not even cosmic magic came close to what the Ghost wielded in tandem with their nail just now.

My, he's just reminded of how the land has so many things to learn and many more to gain from. Azul approaches Ghost after the bullies leave with a smile on his face. Whether the smile is from his eagerness for a new deal, his relief that Ghost is safe, or even a combination of the two- not even Azul knows.

"That was spectacular, Little Ghost! You really showed them what's what!"

And Ghost just looks back up at him with his eyes, devoid of any sort of emotion. Most people have become quite frightened of Ghost by now, and it feels like Azul is the only person who ever looks them directly in the eyes. After all, after spending basically your entire life at the bottom of the ocean, peering into the darkness is nothing new for someone like Azul.

For this reason, while Azul was talking his mouth off at the prospect of learning about Ghost's void magic, Ghost reaches into their cloak and pulls out a charm, picked out specifically for Azul.

Ghost stands on their toes and stretches out their arms to offer their one and only charm of Unbreakable Greed to Azul, and he receives it gracefully with a polite thank you and a semi-surprised expression.

"It's remarkably shiny. Beautiful even. Thank you, Ghost." Ghost quickly finds a pen and paper to write on for a quick note to Azul before he starts getting any ideas.

'Don't sell this one. It's supposed to bring you more money.'

~Kalim~

He was too carried away in talking off Jamil's ears, so much so that he never even noticed the kerfuffle until the bullies started making a fuss.

"NO! GHOST, STOP IT. That's mean!" He scolds ghost as if they were a cat, and he didn't even realize that it was out of self defense. He picks up ghost and cuddles him close to his chest and tries to apologize to the bully for the inconvenience.

Meanwhile, the bully just screams out about how the ghost is a devil in disguise- a monster. Kalim doesn't believe them as the ghost just looks back up to him with (seemingly) innocent doe eyes.

"Well if you were being mean like that to them then its no wonder why they hurt you!" And by that point, the bullies had already started to run off, frightened of getting on the wrong side of an Al-Asim as well as...whatever Ghost is- monster or devil.

"You didn't get hurt did you, little guy?" Kalim asks worriedly, and Ghost merely shakes his head no. With a sigh of relief, Kalim smiles and continues walking through the hallway with Ghost still in tow within his arms.

This was probably the most perfect time for Ghost to offer their gift to him, so from their pocket they take out their Hiveblood charm.

And Jamil has to stop Kalim from crying on the spot when the Ghost attaches the charm onto his cardigan. Ghost doesn't even need to explain what it does- Kalim will probably wear it every day anyway.

~Vil~

Vil sees what happens and also laughs for a second as he watched the bullies run away from the scene. Though, he was a bit disappointed, in a way. Those bullies were the ones who started it, and yet they didn't even have the courage to finish it? Not only that, but they didn't even look the least bit graceful in their bullying tactics. How shameful. He ought to scold them for bringing such disgusting habits into the Pomefiore lifestyle.

But, Vil decided, they were very much beyond his recognition right now. As Housewarden, he can probably set them up with a punishment befitting their actions later, but right now, Vil notices the Little Ghost approaching him with a sort of glee in their steps.

"Hello there, Little Ghost. You weren't hurt, I hope?" And Ghost shakes their head no before reaching into their pocket to pull something out from under their cloak.

Immediately, the hallway fills up with a strong stench in the air that seemingly came from nowhere. But, Vil knew better. After all, he can practically see the fumes radiating off of whatever the Ghost had in their hand. What confused him though, was why it only started smelling when the Ghost took it out from their cloak if they had it this whole time...

The Ghost reaches out their hand to offer their Defender's Crest to Vil, but he looks at it in disgust and pinches his nose so he wouldn't have to smell it. (Alas, this tactic did not help whatsoever, as now he was forced to almost taste the smell as the fumes visibly wafted into his face.) Still, he tried his best to decline the offer as politely as he could... In classic Vil fashion, of course.

"If you plan on giving me that, then forget about it and keep it for yourself. It's disguising and revolting. I'd probably catch 10 different diseases if I so much as touch that thing." Reminder, this was Vil trying to politely refuse the gift.

He almost felt bad about what he said once he sees the way that the Ghost lowers their arms and looks down sadly. Keyword: almost. While their eyes held nothing but emptiness, you could almost feel the small amount of sadness coming from them as they took a moment to think. To be honest, Vil was mere seconds away from reaching for his handkerchief to begrudgingly accept this...lovely gift before the Ghost puts it back into their cloak and pulls out something else instead. It was their charm of Deep Focus, and the beautiful purple gemstones on it shimmered gloriously under the lights in the hallway.

"That's much better," Vil smiles in acceptance and graciously takes the new gift, "And rather beautiful too. Thank you, Ghost."

Ghost was at least happy that Vil liked this one since it was pretty. To be honest though, they were still pretty hurt that Vil would call it disguisting... Ghost can't smell anything, so how were they supposed to know that Vil wouldn't like it?

At least, now it means that they can keep their memento from one of their best friends from their own world.

'I won't ever forget you, Dung Defender. Not even if I lose your Crest.'

~Idia~

Please don't blame him for not stepping in. He doesn't do too well with fights- or just drawing any sort of attention to himself. But! At least when the squabble was over, Idia stood in place and waited for the knight to come to him like they initially wanted. Usually, once Idia sees someone- anyone, really, with the exception of his brother- approaching him, he'll take any sort of excuse to get out of there to avoid confrontation.

Lucky for him, the Little Ghost can't speak. Or perhaps, they choose not to. Either way, it makes it a lot easier for Idia to hang out with the Ghost when he knows he's not going to be expected to answer any random questioning or have to actively participate in conversation.

It's gotten to the point where Idia and Ghost can communicate with each other without making any sort of sounds at all. It's kinda creepy to the other students at the college though... I mean, how can you tell what Little Ghost is thinking when they've never spoken, when their mask is immovable, and when their eyes hold nothing but empty void in them?

Ortho would just tell those people off for him though, because it's in those eyes of theirs that they can understand each other so clearly. Can't you see how much expression Ghost has? Just look at those eyes! [Its complete and utter darkness.] But...to be honest... Ortho doesn't understand it either. Idia supposes he might need to improve Ortho's emotional reading modules...

Going back on topic, Ghost approaches Idia in the hallway and their creepy nonverbal conversation began.

'Are you hurt?' 'No.' 'Good. I can dox them later if you want. Wanna play some games with me later?' 'Yes. I have something for you.' 'Let's see it then.'

Ghost pulls out from their cloak their most precious charm they own: Wayward Compass. Idia's gamer instincts can tell how much latent immense power that is stored in this innocuous brooch, and he accepts it gladly.

Later that day, Idia asks Ortho to scan the object to see what kind of power lays behind this brooch.

"It just shows you where you are on any map."

"Like a GPS?" Ortho nods.

"Oh."

~Malleus~

He's quite pleased actually. He, as well as most of Diasomnia (being the fae that they are), knows the ghost isn't quite a fae, but isn't quite human either, so even he's at a loss for what kind of being the ghost really is. And this mystery makes it all the more easy for Ghost to become the target of bullying, and thus all the more easy for Malleus to become super protective over little ghost. Ultimately, Malleus is glad to see that they were not hurt in the fight.

After all, from the moment when they first met and he looked into it's eyes, he could sense that same sort of empty loneliness within as he does within himself. The Ghost isn't scared of him either, so naturally it seemed that they've become good friends, even if neither party are prone to speaking very much- if at all.

As the Ghost approaches Malleus in the hallway after the fight, he pets the top of their head and wonders to himself- what sort of material is this mask thing made of? Bone? Or is it a type of exoskeleton? Is it made from ceramic or glass? Or perhaps a strange type of wood? Maybe it's made from a material that's only exclusive to the world that Ghost is from.

Lost in his own thoughts, Malleus continued to pat Ghost's head endearingly, and he didn't notice that Ghost was holding something out for him until Ghost takes his hand off of their head and instead wrap his fingers around the stem of a precious white flower. It looked delicate, like it could break apart and fly away at any moment.

And yet, it was such a beautiful flower.

"Is this... for me?" he asks, to which Ghost responds with a nod.

To be honest, the knight would have been completely infuriated if those bullies had managed to break the delicate flower from their home world. They would not have gotten away with the measly scrapes that they did. There was only one of these flowers, and I mean, sure- it was supposed to be for someone else, but the knight got transported here before they could even bring it to Elderbug. Truly though, it was a miracle that the flower had managed to last this long without being broken.

Meanwhile, Malleus gets lost in his thoughts again for a second after realizing that this was the first gift he'd ever gotten from someone he considered as a friend. A kindred soul. He must take great care to protect both the flower and this little creature that is neither fae, human, nor monster- but a friend.

He takes extremely good care of the flower. It might even become one of his favorite items, next to his precious Tamagotchi game, and he places it in an enchanted vase to protect it for as long as he can.

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POV: you're an aspid who broke the delicate flower

[ghostssweetgirl]

Good Girls Get Rewards task force 141 x reader smut

CW: gangbang, oral (m + f), vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, name-calling, degradation, size kink, creampies, overstimulation... being a good girl for the 141? a whore... for the 141...

A/N - So for my first time writing a "gangbang", it's pretty okay right? Maybe it's not considered a gangbang or it's more orgy but you get the gist. I've been working on it for days. Hopefully, it's enjoyable. I wish I could make it longer but my brain farted and I had trouble finishing it off (it's not terrible but not great). My grammar in this... could be better 😅. I also tried to give everyone attention, so I'm sorry if your favorite didn't get a lot of attention. Not my best, but it's fun :)

WC: Over 3k.

Minors, do not interact. 18+ only !!

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Being a medic for the guys was honestly stressful, but you truly loved your job. You always had something to do and wounds to tend to. Sure, you didn't truly get time off, or away. You didn't get to do much to relieve yourself either as privacy was little to none in this environment. It also didn't help to be around these good-looking men in their tactical gear. Oh, they got to you. How they praised you as you fixed them up.

~

You're really good at this, Maus.  König nicknamed you.

Do you know how beautiful ya are when you tend to me like this? Ghost purred in your ear.

I'd hurt myself on purpose just to see ya, bonnie. Soap flirted.

Be careful touchin' an ol' man like that, angel. Captain Price undressed you with his bright, blue eyes.

Gaz flirts with you through slick pick-up lines.

Alejandro always uses 'hermosa' as your nickname. Biting his lips as his eyes crept over every curve of your body.

~

You make your way to the showers as you caught up on your paperwork and duties. Grateful to find no one else there, you undress as you grab a towel and washcloth, slinging them over your shoulder while you occupy a corner shower, turning it on. You set your stuff down and undo your hair, brushing it with your fingers. 

After lathering yourself with soap and fully washing, you indulge in some self-pleasure. Your hands snake down your body, one hand grasping at your plush tits, one gliding down your tummy, creeping towards your warmth. You throw your head back against the wall as you apply pressure to your clit, moving in slow circular motions, earning a slight mewl from your parted lips. 

Your hardened nipple grazing between your fingers sent small shockwaves through your body as you leaned on the brink of orgasm. 

~Oh... fuck... 

Right as you reached your peak, you're interrupted as the group of men walk into the stalls. 

Shit, shit, shit. You were definitely caught.

You quickly turn off the water and wrap the towel around you, trying to get out of there without being seen, only for the exit to be blocked off by everyone.

~

"You okay, darlin'?" Price asked, staring into your soul.

"Y-yes, I am, sir, sorry, didn't mean to be in the way..."

"Oh, thought you were hurt with all the commotion I heard in 'ere..." 

You froze in place, looking at him like you were a deer in headlights. "Oh... No... I'm not hurt."

You dared to look at everyone, whose hungry eyes were already on you.

"Hmm..." the captain nodded at the group of guys.

"I-I was just about to get going, guys..." 

Price stepped forward to you, eyes now dark and lustful. "Oh, no, you're not."

You gasped as he sternly caressed your neck, backing you against the cold tile. "Captain, wh-"

"Shhh..." His thumb pressed against your lip as his eyes darted between your eyes and mouth. As you made eye contact with Soap, you silently begged him, Price ordered your attention back on him, "Don't look at him. He's not gonna help you, darlin'. Look at me."

You whimpered as you couldn't help the feelings that erupted from the group of men staring at you like they were. Like you were their prey. Their catch. They cornered you, getting what they wanted.

"Those pretty sounds you were makin'... Did it feel good, love?"

Your lips pursed as you withheld your answer.

"Answer me, love..." he growled. "That's an order."

"Yes... sir," you admitted.

"Good girl..." he chuckled. "Good girls get rewards, don't they, fellas?"

Unanimous "yes sirs" echoed in the room. 

"Be a good girl for us, yeah?" he slipped the towel off of you as he forced your legs apart with his knee, letting a hand rub between your folds. "Already wet... Mmm..."

"Price~..."

He nodded at Soap as he walked over to you, towering over you as well. 

"She's fuckin' beautiful," Soap smirked as his hand reached out to grope your breasts, Price's rough hand massaging at your waist.

"That she is," Price agreed, leaning down to suck on your neck, whispering in your ear, "You like this, don't you, sweetheart?"

You nodded as Price's fingers now found your clit, Soap's wet warmth sucked on your bud. "Fuck... yes."

"Atta girl," Price stepped back, allowing Soap to give you his full attention. 

Your hand finds Soap's hair, earning a groan from him as he kisses up your chest to your lips. Pulling away, he whispers, "Yer so hard to resist, hen..." before going back to kiss you. He uses one hand to pin both of your wrists above your head while his other slaps your pussy gently. "Ready for us to use ya, bonnie? Yeah?" 

"God - fuck, yes..."

"Step the fuck back, Johnny," Ghost snapped as he pulled Soap away from you. 

You're weak against the wall, your arms falling to your side with no attempt to catch them, Ghost is quick to replicate the same movement, using one hand to pin your wrists above your head. 

"You look delightful like this, luv, but we can't fucking wait to get you cock drunk..."

He picked you up against the wall with your thighs over his forearms. König walked over, able to help keep you up with his tall height. While you were between both of them, legs draped over their arms, Ghost was quick to prod at your entrance, sliding one thick finger in. König made himself busy by rubbing at your clit ferociously while your legs were shaking.

"Oh, my god!~" you wailed.

"You like this don't you, Du Schlampe? (you slut) Ahh~" König purred with his German accent.

"Look at how wet you are for us," Ghost teased you as his finger scissored inside of you, kissing the gummy spot of your walls. "You wanted this, didn't you? You wanted us to treat you like the little fuckin' whore you are."

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, please, Ghost, I'm gonna-!"

"Don't let her cum," Price ordered.

"Not quite yet," he hissed, taking his finger away from you as König stopped his motions.

You whimpered, looking around at all the men around you, hoping for mercy. 

"Alejandro..." you begged him.

"Si, mi hermosa?" he chuckled. 

"Please..."

"Hmm?" he walked towards you as you were still lifted by the brute men.

"Please... I wanna cum..."

"I'm afraid I can't let you, hermosa~... Oh, but you know I wish I could..." he wet his lips as he leaned down enough to lick a straight stripe up your cunt.

"Please fuck- please fuck me, please!" you begged. "Gaz..."

Gaz chuckled as he leaned against the wall, stroking his hard cock. Soap and Price were jacking off too, and the sight weakened you even more. The mere thought of them pleasuring themselves to you made your stomach grow tighter as you were trying to take in everything happening. You're hardly able to focus as Alejandro tightened his lips around your clit, making your body jolt in Ghost and König's arms.

"Please someone fuck me!" 

"On your hands and knees," your captain ordered and you followed, being put down by the masked men. "Crawl to me."

Embarrassed, you do so. You crawl to where Price and Soap stand, sitting up on your knees in front of them.

"Open your mouth..." 

He slapped the tip of his thick cock against your tongue, groaning at the sensation. "Fuckin' hell, I've been wanting to put my cock in this mouth for a long time..."

With no warning, he slammed into the back of your throat. "Put your fuckin' hands to work, don't be a lazy slut."

Instantly, you hold your hands out, one grabbing Soap's length, the other grasping Alejandro's. The men's groans fill your ears, giving you a boost. Gaz leaned down and stuck two fingers in your hole, letting you bounce on them. 

"Good girl," Price praised holding onto both sides of your head as you bobbed up and down. 

"Just like that, lass, fuuuck~," Soap moaned, fucking himself into your grip. 

You eagerly took turns switching from cock to cock, hand replacing the one you just left, doing your best to be a good girl for the 141. 

"Think she's about ready for a cock," Gaz moaned out as he heard the wetness of your cunt through each thrust of his fingers, arousal glistening in his hands.

"Is that so?" Price cooed at you, caressing your cheek as you let Alejandro's cock go with a pop. 

"Yes sir, I'm so fucking ready, please!"

Even at this moment, he's still ordering his squad around.

"Soap, lay on the bench."

"Y/n, get on top of him, face up."

You both obey, and as you lay down on Soap, his hands greedily explore your body. His tip nudges at your asshole. Price spits on your cunt, letting the juices leak down. He humps between your folds collecting juices. Your eyes screwed shut as both dicks intruded your tight holes as you bit your lip while you whined.

"Steamin' Jesus, hen, you feel so good," Soap praised as he nibbled on your earlobe, hand grasping your throat. 

"That's a tight fuckin' cunt... Do you feel both of us, darlin'?"

"Yes~, yes, yes, yes, fuuuck~"

As both cocks moved in synchronized motions, Ghost towers over you and demands you open your mouth with his cock.

Gaz and Alejandro stand on either side of you so you can jerk them off.

Your attempt to moan was pitiful as your throat was stuffed full of Ghost's thick cock, you let your tongue play with the vein that ran along his shaft as you thoroughly enjoyed the grunts that came out of his mouth.

"Such a good slut," Gaz purred while his hand rubbed your arm. 

"Th-mmmgh y-oummgg~" a sad attempt at "thank you" earned a laugh from Price.

"Little princess can't speak with a mouthful, huh?" 

Ghost slapped at your face as he agreed, "Mhm... Mind your manners now darlin'..."

Soap's thrusts got more sloppy as he reached his climax, his hand closing around your throat tighter as he felt Ghost's length protruding out. 

"Fuck, m'gonn' cum, bonnie..." Soap sucked on your neck as he used your tit as a stress reliever, squeezing it tightly enough to cause a bruise. 

As Ghost pulls his tip in and out of your mouth, Pride's thrusts are deep and long... Alejandro is praising you in Spanish, also music to your ears. 

Strings of cum spray in you anally as Soap thrusts every last drop into you. "Yer gonna be so full of cum by the time we're done, hen. Mmm..."

Price slaps your pussy as you shook, lunging into your pussy one last time before spilling his seed in you. "Fuuuck, good girl, y/n. Good fuckin' girl." Price's accent through that praise made your eyes roll to the back of your head. As you were free of all cocks, you were now empty. Everyone decides what and who's next. 

Gaz gets underneath you, Alejandro on top of you, but you face Gaz.

König walks to the side of you and Ghost stays put, now on your right. 

Gaz pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands caressing your neck. You felt Alejandro's hands massage your ass cheeks.

"Mmm, you want to get fucked, yeah?" Alejandro pulled your hair, making you arch your back as he rubbed your face. You shook your head doing your best to make eye contact with him from the weird angle you were in.

Pushing you down, you sink onto Gaz. Cum that leaked out of both holes being used as free lube. 

"You are... so divine, y/n," Gaz whispered in your ear, letting you adjust. You shrieked as Alejandro slammed into your ass in one agonizingly slow thrust. You felt like you were being ripped in half from the bottom up. 

Unlike Soap and Price's pace, these two weren't synchronized at all. Gaz's flow was more slow-paced, and less rough while Alejandro's had no relent.

"Can I please cum, fuck, please?!" you begged. 

"Stroke our cocks, liebchen (dear)..." König demanded softly.

You do so as you clench down on the two intrusions in your holes, trying your best to wait for permission to cum. 

Eyes widening when you feel König's length, you can't fit your hand around the girth - I mean, you can't Ghost's either - but as your hand slipped down his cock, it was almost neverending. 

"Cum for us, baby," Gaz pulled you into a kiss, sucking in your moans as you struggled to have two cocks in you and one in either hand. You soon worked your hips to make a new rhythm, hitting you in the best spots. 

König and Ghost grunt as your hand tightens, though your handjobs get sloppier as you start to see stars, pressure being built up inside you that needed release. Ghost pulled you by your hair, making you look into his dark eyes. "Didn't you hear what he said, luv? Be a good whore and do what you love, yeah?" He placed his gloved thumb in your mouth and you didn't hesitate to suck on it.

Finally, Vargas and Gaz synchronized, allowing you to release. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you~..." you panted as your body shivered, gushing white liquid onto Gaz's cock. 

"Ah, fuck!" Alejandro hissed as he then spilled his load into you, Gaz following shortly after. 

You hunched on your side on the bench, out of breath, fucked out while you looked up at Ghost and König, the two very tall, intimidating masked men. You almost feared what they planned to do to you, considering they're the last two...

You look around you to see Price fully dressed, puffing on a cigar. Soap fully dressed as well, watching the scene in awe. Gaz and Alejandro leaned on the wall. Thankful for the break, you didn't even register what was said to you.

"Pay attention, pet..." Ghost leaned down to your face.

"Y-yes sir..." you muttered.

"Hands and knees."

You carefully obey, trying to get in a comfortable position on the not-so-thick bench. König walks in front of you and you have to lean up higher to reach his cock. 

"Sei ein braves Mädchen (be a good girl)," König cooed, looking down at you through his mesmerizing eyes, caressing your face. 

Ghost holds onto your waist for leverage as his tip kisses your entrance. "Fucked like a whore and still fuckin' tight..."

The leather of the bench rides under your fingernails as you grip it, trying to pay attention to König's cock. The thickness of Ghost is hard to adjust to, being much thicker than the past partners. 

"Ghost~... feels so good... so big..."

"I know, luv."

"Suck my cock, Maus... Ja (yes)..." König gritted his teeth. Aiming to please, your hands place themselves on his thighs for leverage. He helps his cock enter your mouth as you hollow your cheeks, sucking on the tip while he eases further softly.

Ghost's thrusts are hard, causing you to choke on König's cock as you're slammed forward. Each - and - every - thrust. 

Deep grunts from behind you as his thick Manchester accent helps you reach your high.

"You feel so fuckin' good, y/n. Gonna fill this pretty pussy with my thick load and watch all the cum leak out of your holes. Bein' a good fuckin' slut for us."

"Mmmm~" you vibrated against König's cock, his praise filling your ears also.

"You're taking me so well, y/n... So proud of you, baby..."

"Does that feel good? Ja (yes)?"

You manage to reach back to spread one of your cheeks for Ghost. He leans back, angling himself deeper and you can feel the bulge pressing through your tummy. 

König slides out of your mouth and starts jacking himself off, and in between pants and deep moans, you screamed. "I'm gonna fucking cum, right there, Ghost, please, oh fuck~"

"Is that right, you sexy little fucking thing?"

"Ghost~... please..." you looked back at him. He pulled you up, getting you in a chokehold between his arm and bicep. Your back is folded in half as you're pulled into him. Grabbing onto his wrist, you beg him with a voiceless plea, "Ghost... please let me cum. Please, sir."

"Oh, fuckin' hell..." his thrusts got sloppier from hearing you beg. He releases you from his hold and fucks you to your euphoria. "Cum for me, pet."

His chest kisses your back as he's nestled into your neck, riding out his high. Pulling out, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing, he slaps your ass, leaving red handprints. Fluid oozes out of you, drenching you in stickiness - your shower is now useless. He pulled out of you lazily, both of you moaning out at the feeling. 

"Ready for me, Schatz (darling)?" König asked with his soft voice.

"Yes, sir," you slurred as he helped you flip onto your back, leaning down between your legs. 

He sucked in a moan seeing you under him. 

His huge cock glided between your folds before he slowly inched in, stopping to let you adjust. 

"Oh fuck, König~..."

"Yes, Maus? Does it feel good?" he kissed your jaw while you hugged his biceps, pulling him close as you nodded your head.

With how tender König was being, you forgot that there was everyone else in the room, watching you be used. Fucked. Slutted out.

König's attempt to bottom out was nearly unsuccessful, you couldn't take all of him. 

"Tight fuckin' pussy, baby... even after all these cocks, you're still fucking tight..." he growled in your ear as he slammed into you in slow deep thrusts. 

You couldn't respond. Your mind is broken right now - too foggy - too much pleasure. 

"Is Maus feeling too fucked out to respond?" he chuckled. "That's okay, I'm gonna take care of you, darling..."

You respond in a broken "mhm" as he kept thrusting, kept pleasuring himself, further pleasing you. 

"Ahh~ Schatz (darling), the way you clench around me... I can't last long like this..."

"M'sorry... sorry..." you mutter out with a broken voice.

"Shhh... shh, it's okay, Meine Liebchen (my dear)."

He was using his cock as a battering ram to intrude your walls, tip kissing past your cervix. Your face contorted into a pleasured one as white sparks flash in your eyes and your stomach tightens. 

"I can tell - ahh, fuck~... you're about to cum... Gutes Mädchen (good girl)..."

Tears welled in your eyes as you feel too good, and your orgasm washed over you easily - taking control. You were determined to take each and every cock like a good girl and you succeeded - almost. 

"Scheiße (shit)! Ja... ja... ja (yes... yes... yes)... I'm going to cum so deep in you, Maus..."

As your tightness coaxed the cum out of König's cock, you felt too full as the last creampie overfilled you. He pulled out of you slowly, leaving you laid there like the fucked out slut you were.

"There she is... fucked out medic," Price shouted as he got up to walk towards you. "You okay, sweetheart?"

You nodded - no energy to talk.

"Y'did so good," he praised.

"Mhmm..."

"Take care of 'er, Soap... We gotta get back to work, unfortunately."

"Aye, captain," Soap obeyed.

~

Soap helped you up and showered with you, and didn't let you do any of the work. He washed your face, and your hair, and was even gentler as he washed your body that was undeniably sore. 

"Ya did so well for us, hen," Soap smiled as he met your lidded eyes.

"Thank you..."

"Mm, no, thank you..."

You giggle as your face fell into his neck. "'M so tired..."

"Let's get you dried off and to bed, then, lass."

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[desceros]

hello! so new writer here, I'm just starting out with writing x readers, but I'm having a bit of trouble. I saw in a previous post that when you are reading a fic marked x reader, you want it to actually be an x reader, and (as much as possible) not be an oc from the writer. And I agreed with that and want to try to make my reader self-insertable for everyone. the only problem is that I'm not sure how much I can have set opinions for them and have things up in the air. You've written a lot, so I was hoping you'd have some advice? If not that's totally fine. I appreciate you and your writing 🫶 hope you're having a good day!!

hmm well what i Specifically meant by that was when you have someone who has a fic that is written in the first person or third person with a named character who has a physical description, but they've tagged it as "reader-insert". to me, that's not a reader insert. that's an oc, and your fic is incorrectly tagged.

to me, a reader-insert fic is very specifically a fic in the second person without a name or physical description as much as possible. which isn't to say that oc fics are bad!! i write them myself in other fandoms. i just... don't really like reading oc fics for fandoms where my brain has decided This Is A Reader-Insert Fandom. Nod Nod.

so there is a delicate art to writing second-person fics with the intent of having it function as a reader-insert. the balance between giving enough flavor to have it be compelling vs so much that a reader can't comfortably put themselves in an insert-chan's shoes is actually a real passion of mine!! it's one that is kind of... something that you eventually get a Feel for after writing them for a while.

that said, here are some little tricks and whatnot so hopefully you can shortcut things a little. also, obvious warning since you're asking desceros dot com for writing advice, but this is a long post:

first, embrace the fact that you're going to exclude some people. no matter how bland and empty you make an insert-chan, you're going to exclude someone. and that's okay! if you try to cast Too wide a net, you're going to have a boring, bland insert-chan, and that's not going to make Anyone happy. still, there are a few things that i keep in mind since i want to appeal a broader audience: 1. try to be mindful of race coding, and avoid it. very specifically, describing hair (length, texture, care, etc.) and blushing or general discoloration of skin besides bruising are both something i avoid. i don't describe someone's night routine beyond, say, taking a shower, putting on lotion, and brushing teeth. this allows for black readers to more easily read your fics, which is something i'm particularly passionate about since i've had friends who feel excluded from the reader-insert community because they're black and that really makes me sad. 2. avoid describing favorite things, clothing, etc. little things that don't matter don't need to be described. does the reader need to know that your character is wearing a green sequin dress? or does it matter that they're wearing a pretty dress? 99 times out of 100, the latter suits the writing just fine and allows for a reader to picture what THEY think is a pretty dress. hell, unless i'm writing something that involves removing clothing, 9 times out of 10 i won't even mention what a reader is wearing, because it doesn't matter, and describing it gets in the way of someone's imagination. same thing with favorite foods, what someone is eating for breakfast. in symphony, viola-chan is famous for a baking cookies--but i don't specify what kind, and i won't. because my favorite cookie is different from someone else's, and the specifics don't matter. what matters is that they taste comforting, and everyone else likes them a lot, too. 3. avoid physical descriptions where possible. as i said before, i typically don't mention hair at all. instead of having someone run their hands through your hair, i have them stroke your nape. same basic touch, but one allows for short-haired readers or curly-haired readers to insert easily, one doesn't. i don't mention an insert-chan's size or height, other than a relative "you're shorter than donnie" or "leo's bicep is so much bigger than yours." i try to avoid weight-coding as much as possible so that fat readers can feel just as welcome as very skinny readers. that stuff just doesn't matter, and so cutting it out broadens how many people can read and feel represented.

4. keep unimportant details vague. for example, in a lot of my fics, the insert-chan has a family, but communication with them isn't mentioned. the status of the family or its makeup isn't important. a lot of writers will tell you to kill them off for convenience sake (which i do sometimes write inserts with dead families), but to me this is just lazy. you can have an insert-chan with a family. but instead of showing their relationship with the family, show how that relationship has shaped the insert-chan's personality. for example, in the latest fic i wrote, infinite singularity, the insert-chan's family is alive and well, but they're distant. not only does this mean, yay, i don't have to define what that family is--but it also allows me to show that piercing-chan avoids pain, emotional as well as physical. now i don't have to say you don't like pain. i can show it. and that always makes for more powerful writing.

so that's how you keep things broad. but there's a flip side to this, which is "how do i make an insert-chan compelling without any details?!" and the answer here is, well, add details!! which, hey, didn't we just say to eliminate details? to which i'd say, yes, Except for the Ones You Need.

1. give your insert-chan something they like to Do. whether this is a hobby or a career, this one has several functions in your story. one, it gives you something on which you can hinge characterization. for example, in my fic electromigration, that insert-chan likes camping. now i can have conversations about it, have an excuse for you to know how to do things camping-related, etc. it propels the plot forward. and two, it gives your insert-chan something interesting, which is the secret to a good character. you don't want to go too overboard on this, since again we don't want to overload the insert-chan with things that aren't helpful, but one, maybe two hobbies, or a job, makes them rounder and makes the fic more enjoyable to read.

2. give your insert-chan a personality dot dot dot carefully. now this one sounds weird. "don't i want to have a blank canvas onto which people can put themselves?" well, kind of, but really, no. that's how you get a bland character that's so boring no one wants to read your fics. and it doesn't even have to be a mild personality! in my fic goldilocks, that insert-chan has a Very strong personaity, such that i've even gotten requests for a chef-chan/reader fic. but because i've stripped away all of the other identifying things, it can still read as an insert-character without being an oc. that said, this is a tricky one. the more personality you give, the more people you alienate. but also, the less personality you give, the less interesting the fic. it's a delicate balance, and one you'll figure out eventually as you write more and read more.

3. give your insert-chan a story. this one is one that is more relevant for longer fics, but is still helpful to keep in mind for shorter fics. what i mean is, okay. you're writing a reader-insert. but for a moment, treat it like an oc. where did they come from? how did they get to new york? what personality arc do you want them to have over your plot? are they going to change, and if so, how? for this, let's look at my fic amaranthine. the history is vague enough that it doesn't impede a reader's imagination, but there are enough details that you Feel like there is a story that was happening before, and you've dropped in at this point to ride along with these people before you leave them to go on their way again. things like being best friends with raph after he found you drunkenly crying on the sidewalk. things like leo having known you and donnie were gonna be a mess when you got together. things like splinter always loving to drink tea with you. these are small details that make the world feel rich, but not so much that it's impossible for a reader to build their own narrative around it.

anyway, these are just some broad tips, and i hope you found them useful!! my main, tldr thing i'd say is just to write. it's going to take practice. writing in general is hard, writing something new is Really hard, writing something new and being picky about how you want it to come out is REALLY REALLY hard. so be kind to yourself, and remember that this is supposed to be fun. don't fret, don't get stressed, just take it cool. maybe write a few that you don't publish, just so you can get the voice under your fingers and take some of the pressure of Oh God People Are Going To Read This off your shoulders. i always do that when i enter a new fandom, and it's soooo helpful.

good luck, and let me know if you have any specific questions! :D

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SKELETONS | ch. 30

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Summary: Iris steps up at the prison whilst Rick processes his emotions. Daryl and Merle settle into travelling with one another. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; ptsd; maladaptive coping mechanisms; conspiring to murder someone; biblical references; discussions of assassination, execution; crude insults; threatening innocents; brotherly competition; suicide treated as a joke (briefly, indirectly); poorly transcribed Spanish; racially motivated insults; Merle; brotherly competition

Chapter 30 - Clarity is Hard to Come By

“You’re a little shell-shocked, hey, trooper?” Iris asked, tucking Rick’s gun back into his holster, clipping the snap shut as she gently patted him on the shoulder. She motioned for the group to stay put. “Come on, we’ll get you some air, alright?” She guided Rick up the stairs toward the caged catwalk across the prison yard. He followed a little mindlessly, the bright sun beating down. “Rick, are you okay?”

“I need…” He paused, swallowing thickly. “I need to be alone.” He braced himself on the chain link cage, fingers gripping the wire tightly.

“Alright. Take it slow, okay? Stay close by.” She left him there, staring out across the field as the door slammed shut behind her.

“Is… is he okay?” Carl asked, his lip quivering slightly.

“He’s alright. Just needs some time. We’ll try to keep an eye on him, yeah?” She replied, looking around to receive nods from the others. Glenn came back inside, looking around anxiously. 

“He’s still wandering around out there.” He murmured. Iris nodded.

“Hey, Glenn, keep the new people around, okay? We can set them up somewhere else in the prison, somewhere safe until Rick get’s his bearings.” He nodded, jogging back out to the courtyard. She never thought she’d fall so easily into Rick’s position in his absence.

Iris thought for a moment as Carl unlocked their cell block that perhaps she should have taken Rick’s keys. Hopefully, if he got himself into trouble, he could handle it. Michonne was somewhere out there. Maybe she would help him out, for morality’s sake.

The group dispersed into their usual daily tasks, despite the overarching cloud of unease. Iris sat down at one of the cafeteria tables, bouncing her leg. What could anyone do in the meantime? Idle away the hours until the Governor knocked down their door? They weren’t prepared for any sort of turf war. At least, Iris thought, if Daryl were there, she’d have one more level head to soothe her nerves.

-

“There ain’t nothing out here but mosquitos and ants.” Daryl grunted, gripping his crossbow as the sound of Merle’s urine decorating the trees nearby filled his senses.

“Patience, little brother.” Merle mused. “Sooner or later, a squirrel or something is bound to scurry across your path.” His ever-growing calmness or perhaps blithering obliviousness was beginning to get on Daryl’s nerves. Ever since he was dishonourably discharged, he had a sour, drug-fuelled way of perceiving everything through delusion-coloured glasses. Even now, as clean as he could be in the circumstance they were in, Merle was an insufferable pain in the ass.

“Even so, that ain’t much food.” Daryl replied.

“Eh, more than nothing.” Merle pointed out. Daryl grimaced. As much as he and Merle were used to the drifter-lifestyle, and he could live in the woods until he became walker food, he had grown comfortable with the group's cushy prison lifestyle. At least he had a damn mattress.

“I’d have better luck going through one of them houses we passed back on the turnoff.” Daryl stated, letting his irritation seep through his voice. Merle looked up from admiring his own dick, turning over his shoulder. 

“Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm?” He asked musically. “How to loot for booty?”

“We’ve been at it for hours.” Daryl stated, purposefully ignoring the question. “Why don’t we find a stream, try to look for some fish?”

“I think you’re just trying to lead me back to the road, man.” Merle scoffed. “Get me over to that prison.”

“They got shelter.” Daryl grumbled under his breath, his voice getting louder as he looked through the crossbow’s scope. “Food. Pot to piss in. Might not be a bad idea.”

“For you maybe.” Merle snorted. “Ain’t gonna be no damn party for me.”

“Everyone will get used to each other.” Daryl said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Hopeful.

“They’re all dead. Makes no difference.” Merle replied. Daryl blinked, lowering the crossbow.

“How can you be so sure?” He asked quietly.

“Right about now, he’s probably throwing a housewarming party where he’s gonna bury what’s left of your pals.” Merle answered, pausing to spit into the ground. He sniffed, adjusting the metal post he used as a sad excuse of an arm. “Let’s go hook some fish. C’mon.”

Daryl blinked at the sudden change of subject, eyes trailing after his brother as he trudged off through the forest. While there was a part of him that absolutely refused to imagine the death of the group, there was another part that accepted there may be a chance Merle was right. The Governor was not someone to mess around with. And he left them to deal with the bastard without him. 

A few of them could hold their own, surely. If there was anyone who would fight back, it was Iris. He could imagine her snarling and ripping chunks out of them like a cornered feral dog. In the most complementary of ways, of course. But how long would that last? And what would they do when the Governor caught them? Would he kill them? Or worse?

He spat into the ground, following after Merle.

-

Glenn had discovered a piece of chalk, drawing a map of the prison on the floor as the group stood around it. Carl and Iris both sat cross-legged on the floor, staring holes into it.

“Right.” Glenn muttered. “You said you found Tyreese’s group here?” He asked, pointing.

“Yeah.” Carl nodded.

“We secured this.” Iris murmured.

“He thought he came through here.” Carl gestured, correcting the path they must have taken through the labyrinthian hallways.

“Means there’s another breach.” Glenn stated. Iris exhaled sharply through her nose. 

“Then the whole front of the prison is insecure.” She stated, leaning her temple on her fist. “If the walkers got in, a group of armed men could do it without breaking a sweat. We’d never see them coming and they'd slit our throats in our beds before anyone had a chance to scream.” Maggie cleared her throat pointedly and Iris glanced up at the kids. “Sorry.”

“Why are we even so sure he’s going to attack?” Beth asked. “Maybe you scared him off.”

“He had fish tanks full of heads. Walkers and humans. Trophies. He’s coming.” Michonne stated darkly. Iris grimaced. A true fucking psychopath. 

“We should hit him now.” Glenn suggested.

“What?” Beth asked, confused.

“He won’t be expecting it. We’ll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head.” He said sharply.

“You and what army?” Iris asked, scowling. “You manage to shoot him and we’ll have the entire town coming down on us. They worship him like he’s the damn messiah. He’s not expecting it because he knows we don’t have the guns, the men, the plan—“

“I get it.” Glenn snapped, scowling into the floor.

“We’re not assassins.” Carol agreed.

“You know where his apartment is.” Glenn argued, gesturing to Michonne. “You and I could end this tonight. I’ll do it myself.” Michonne sighed. She took a minute before nodding. Glenn nodded in confirmation and Iris bit her tongue to keep from snapping at him.

“He didn’t know you were coming last time, and look what happened.” Hershel cut in. “You were almost killed. Iris and Daryl were captured. And you and Maggie were almost executed.”

“You can’t stop me.” Glenn whispered darkly.

“Rick would never allow this.”

“You really think he’s in any position to make that choice?” Glenn asked.

“Think this through clearly. T-Dog lost his life here. Lori, too. The men that were here. It isn’t worth any more killing. What are we waiting for? If he’s really on his way, we should be out of here by now.” Hershel argued.

“And go where?” Glenn asked.

“We lived on the road all winter.” Hershel replied.

“Back when you had two legs and we didn’t have a baby crying for walkers every four hours.” Glenn retorted.

“Glenn is right on this, Hershel. We have a save place, we can’t deprive ourselves of it. It’s what T-Dog died for, what Lori died to give her child.” Iris pointed out. “And Glenn, you run out of here all James Bond, you are leaving everyone else more vulnerable. Maybe the Governor is planning an attack and the moment you leave, that’s when he strikes.”

“There’s no way to predict that, Iris.” Maggie murmured.

“No, but we can’t just abandon this place. Not unless it’s really gone. We have to defend it. Make a stand.” She insisted.

“Alright.” Glenn agreed, Hershel nodding. “Carl, you and I will go down to the tombs. We need to figure out where the breach is.”

“You got it.” Carl nodded.

“Glenn, you should be out on watch. Michonne, you stay here in case anything happens. I’ll go with Carl.” Iris stated, looking around. Everyone nodded at their various tasks, dispersing.

When Iris and Carl returned an hour later, panting and covered in blood, it was not looking good.

“The tombs outside the boiler room are overrun again.” She grunted. 

“That whole section had been cleared.” Beth protested.

“It’s a steady stream of walkers.” Carl added.

“We need to seal the breach before we do any more clearing. It’ll be impossible if they just keep coming.” Iris reasoned.

“We’re wasting time.” Hershel called from his seat at the table. Iris pursed her lips. “The governor’s supposedly on his way and we’re stuck in here with walkers.”

“Trapped between a rock and a hard place.” Carol stated.

“For the last time, running is not an option.” Glenn snapped.

“Glenn, if the tombs have filled up again, it may just be a matter of time before they push in here.” Carol argued.

“Or until some fence gives way.” Beth added. 

“What if one of them herds is passing through? Or settled?” Axel asked. Iris paused. That was a good point. One too many walkers leaned on one fence, the safety of the prison becomes a good dream and they all are forced to move on, Governor or not.

“Can’t handle that with just the few of us.” Carol agreed.

“Seven hundred problems, all at once.” Iris sighed, running a hand through her blood-streaked hair. 

“We just need to scout the far side of the prison.” Glenn stated.

“You’re going out there?” Hershel asked.

“We’ll take a car, make it quick.”

“I’ll drive.” Axel offered.

“No, you stay here, help with the… fortifications. I’ll take Maggie.” Glenn replied. 

“You sure she’s up to that?” Hershel asked. Iris raised an eyebrow. Glenn didn’t respond, turning around to go find his girlfriend. Iris sighed. Where the hell was Rick? Say what you want about his leadership skills, but he at least could make a hard decision when they were stuck like this. And, if it went sour, he would take the blame for it. Always. Honestly, Iris didn’t want to be put in that position.

-

“Smells to me like the Sawhatchee Creek!” Merle said jovially, trudging along after Daryl, who was clearing the way through the brush.

“We didn’t go west enough. If there’s a river down there, it’s got to be the Yellow Jacket.” Daryl argued, shaking his head.

“You having a stroke, boy? We ain’t never even come close to Yellow Jacket.” Merle snarked.

“We didn’t go west. Just a little bit south, that’s what I think.” Daryl replied. Merle laughed.

“Know what I think? I may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction.” He stated. 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Daryl scoffed.

“What do you wanna bet?”

“I don’t want to bet nothing. It’s just a body of water. Why’s everything gotta be a competition with you?” Daryl asked.

“Oh, take it easy, little brother. Just trying to have a little fun here. No need to get your panties all up in a bundle.” They both paused, listening to a strange noise off in the distance. Animal, walker, something. Something in distress, perhaps?

“You hear that?”

“Yeah, wild animals getting wild.” Merle replied, making a crude gesture with his hands. Daryl raised an eyebrow.

“No, it’s a baby.” He replied, eyebrows knitting together as whatever it was cried out again.

“Oh, come on.” Merle snorted. “Why don’t you just piss in my ear and tell me it’s raining, too? That there is the sound of a couple coons making love, sweet love. Know what I mean?” 

He chuckled, but Daryl ignored him, jogging off through the trees toward the river. They made it to the river bed, the sound of a baby crying splitting their ears. A woman was sobbing loudly, a man yelling in Spanish as they were surrounded by walkers. There was a few gunshots, but they were completely overrun. 

“Hey, jump!” Merle shouted, whistling and laughing to himself. Daryl glared for a moment before taking off toward the bridge. “What? Hey, man, I ain’t wasting my bullets on a couple of strangers that ain’t never cooked me a meal or felicitated my piece. That’s my policy. You’d be wise to adopt it, brother!”

Merle shouted after him, but Daryl was well practiced when it came to ignoring him. He slung off his backpack at the edge of the bridge, running forward with his crossbow and putting a bolt in a walker’s skull just as it was about to take a chunk out of the man’s ankle. He used his knife to get rid of a few that were standing near him, the man standing with his brother on the bed of a semi-truck. They stared blankly, unsure and untrusting.

“Hey, come on, man. I’m trying to help you out!” Daryl shouted, focusing on the walkers. One of the men jumped down, grabbing his pistol from where he had seemingly dropped it, taking aim at a few more walkers nearby. 

Daryl focused his fire on the ones surrounding the car, a woman and her screaming baby taking shelter inside. They were crawling through the back though, slowly but surely. She was reciting a prayer in Spanish, sobbing uncontrollably. Daryl took the one on the windshield first, then the one at the driver’s side window, then the one crawling through their trunk. He grabbed it by the collar, hauling it out before slamming the trunk into its cranium. It’s head split open with a splat, blood spilling onto the road freely. 

The man was calling out to them in Spanish, Merle only participating when a walker was an inch too close to Daryl.

“Speak English!” Merle snapped.

“No se entiendo!” The man replied anxiously. He was fumbling with his gun as Daryl took out the majority of the walkers, stumbling back as one closed in on him. He must have been out of ammo. Merle stood idly, smirking to himself as he watched the situation unfold.

“Ayúdalo!” The unarmed man standing on the truck bed yelled.

“Ayuda!” The first man cried, just in time for Daryl to brandish his knife and bury it in the walker’s skull. He kicked its body off of the bridge, falling down into the river with a splash. Maybe fishing in it wasn’t such a great idea. Daryl turned away from the man just as Merle opened the back seat of their car. “No toques mi carro!” Merle would not take no for an answer, pointing his gun at the man.

“Slow down, beaner.” He mused. “That ain’t no way to say thank you.” The man replied, but neither of them could understand.

“Let ‘em go.” Daryl grumbled.

“The least they could do is give us an enchilada or something, huh?” Merle asked, turning back to rifle through their car, even with the sobbing woman and her baby in the front seat. “Easy does it, señorita. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Hey. Hey!” The second guy cried, running up. The first guy whispered harshly to him, standing back and holding him back as they watched Merle toss empty cans onto the ground. Daryl watched them nervously as he rounded the car. But he grit his teeth, pointing the end of his crossbow at his brother as he prodded him with it.

“Get out of the car.” Daryl grunted.

“I know you’re not talking to me, brother.” Merle murmured. Daryl turned to the others.

“Get in your car and get the hell out of here!” He yelled. They hesitated. “Go! Get in your car!” They ushered each other toward the car as Merle climbed out, one of them starting the engine. Merle stared straight down the crossbow’s bolt at his brothers eyes, closing the car door behind him. The man pulled away eagerly, soon disappearing down the road. 

Daryl raised the crossbow just as Merle smacked it out of his face. Neither of them said anything as Daryl turned away, slinging his backpack back on as Merle meandered after him, pausing to look in other car windows. The shots had attracted more walkers, and they were slowly closing in on the bridge. 

There were plenty of moments during his life in which Daryl couldn’t stand his brother. This happened to be one of them. Merle didn’t particularly do well with morals or laws, and despite Daryl’s outlaw-like demeanour, he generally abided by the moral guidelines most people did. He garnered that this would be something they would always disagree on. Unfortunately, in their current circumstances, this might pose a bigger problem than it might have pre-end-of-the-world.

Daryl didn’t bother looking back at the bullet-holed sign over the bridge, reading Yellow Jacket Creek.

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For #24 (pinned) could you write a fic where Katara sits on top of Aang and tickles him because he’s teasing her?

TickleTober Day 24 - Pinned

I'm sorry this was a day late, this week has been a lot for me. Still, I'm doing my best to get these out! It's been a hot minute since I've done anything for ATLA. Hopefully these goobers aren't too OOC! Again, sorry for the delay, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Aang

Ler: Katara

Summary: Aang is feeling extra cheeky and decides that teasing Katara is a good idea. Little does he know that she's got a few tickly tricks up her sleeve. 

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

The cool, restraining ice held Aang's arms above his head; he had gone a bit too far. "Better get ready, you little jerk." Oh boy… she sounded so fed up with him. 

What got him in this position, you might ask? It all started that morning…

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Aang knew from the moment he woke up that he was in a bratty mood. He didn't exactly know why, but he felt an intense urge to annoy the hell out of his friends. One waterbender in particular seemed especially teasable… he couldn't resist. The mood needed to be satiated, and Katra was always fun to toy with.

"Heeeeey, beautiful. What'cha doing?" Katana whipped her head around, blushing slightly from the unexpected nickname. "Oh- Just, uhm, sorting out our maps. We've still got quite a while before we reach the next village."

He smirked, looking over the maps. They did have a few hours before Appa got them to the small village; it was a morale-based trip. Ever since taking down the Fire Nation's empire and restoring balance, more and more work needed to be done. Especially in the smaller villages that were ravaged during the battles.

Aang was far from done, though. Her blush was adorable, of course, but the single tease had done little to help his mood. Katara wouldn’t mind a few more, right? “Thanks, you’re the best! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” He slung an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl in for a tight side-hug. 

What had gotten into him? Katara tried to laugh off her fluster, squirming out of the hug after a second. She didn’t mind his silliness, but that was a bit excessive and cheesy, even for him. “You doing okay, Aang? You’re…very touchy today.”

The sort-of-teen snickered, shrugging. “I dunno. Can’t I shower my partner in praise? I mean, you make it easy; you’re adorable.” He poked her side, knowing he was playing a dangerous game. Katara flinched away from the touch with a repressed giggle, wide-eyed. Adorable? He was asking for trouble…

“Aang, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but don’t. I can and will shove you out of this saddle.” That should have been his cue to stop and just enjoy the ride with her. Unfortunately for Katara, the Avatar wasn’t known for picking up on those, much less paying attention to them. Aang scooted closer to her, slowly sneaking his hand towards her ribs. He didn’t think it through before he did it.

He sneakily scribbled down her ribcage, not thinking of the repercussions. Katara squeaked, a giggle slipping out before she reacted. Water flew from her canteen, quickly snaking itself around Aang’s arms and pinning him to the floor of the saddle before freezing. Tugging at his icy binds, he realized he was stuck. Katara had full access to his spots, thanks to his loose traveling clothes, and he was too giddy to stop her.

Now that you’re all caught up, let’s get back to Katara’s revenge...

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Katara flexed her fingers, slowly wiggling them over the boy’s belly. With him pinned like that, she had all the time in the world to tease him. “I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself. Why are you being such a snot?” 

He giggled, squirming under her teasing nails. She knew exactly what she was doing; he couldn’t tell if he loved or hated it. “Uhum- I juhust wanted to shohohow you hohow awesome you ahahare?” Okay, that was kinda cute. Still, she couldn’t let his goofy teases go unpunished. 

“Hmm…not good enough.” Chuckling, Katara climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. In seconds, her nails were scribbling under his arms. His reaction was instant; loud laughter flew from his mouth as he tried to squirm. “GaaAAH! KAHATARAHAHA! NOHOT THEHERE!”

She snickered, drilling her fingers into his hollows. If there’s one thing she loved about Aang, it was his laugh. Usually he was so carefree, letting the sound flow freely, bringing life and joy to the air. The only difference then was that he was pinned under her, laughing uncontrollably. Still, breathtaking. 

“You should be bratty more often. Gives me plenty of chances to do this~” Her nails moved slowly across his exposed skin, taking full advantage of the robe’s slanted cut. “PLEHEHEASE! TH-THIHIS IHISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Aang was starting to regret teasing her. He couldn’t just sit and wait out the flying bison ride… well, at least it wasn't that terrible.

Katara scoffed, shaking her head at the boy. “Really? How is it not fair? You teased me first; I’m just returning the favor.” She leaned her head down, whispering in his ear. “Besides, we both know you don’t hate this~” The teen wouldn’t be that cruel, though. She moved her fingers down to his sides, taking the focus off his worst spot.

Uuuuugh, why did she have to know him so well? It was criminal how right she always was. “B-buhuhut I dihidn’t tihickle youhuhuhu!” Aang whined through his giggling, tugging at the icy restraints. They weren’t hurting him, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. Appa’s flying was smooth, giving him zero opportunities to try and flip them.

“That’s true, yeah. But isn’t this so much more fun than me just annoying you back?” Just as she finished her tease, Appa grumbled, taking a quick descent. The pair yelped, Katara’s restraints quickly melting as she lost focus. Aang rocketed upright, zipping over to check on his flying bison. 

There was nothing wrong up front; the skies were clear, and the waters calm. Apparently Appa had just grown tired of their silliness. Aang rubbed his red cheeks, giggling off the rest of his giddiness. “Ahappa…did you gehet annoyed with uhus?” The bison grunted again, as if agreeing with the boy.

Katara snorted, shaking her head at the goofy interaction. That amusement faded to nerves, though, when she saw the look on Aang’s face. “You know Katara, you were right. We *do* have a decent way to go before we reach the village…” 

It wasn’t long before laughter filled the air once again, joy radiating from the saddle and smiles from both parties. Rides like those were the best, even if Appa had to put up with their shenanigans.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She almost chuckled at the small 'wave' he did, staring at him expectantly as he finished his response. "Hmm, I wouldn't be too sure about that " Freya, of course, didn't admit that she wouldn't even consider leaving him by himself if he did so happen to do something like that, even if she assumed Toothless will be at his side immediately. She was a bit stubborn.

She slightly tilted her head as Hiccup explained how 'good' of a hiding place his spot was, opening her mouth to retort back until a piece of the log fell..right on his head. The corner of her lips lifted, snickering quietly before she spoke in a sarcastic tone: "You don't say..?" With an amused smirk, she glanced around the scenery in a casual manner, "Looks like you'll just have to admit that my hiding spot is better."

Hearing him agree to lunch, Freya started to realize how fast the time had gone. Soon, it would be the evening..and they would have to leave each other's company yet again - something that left her in a certain mood she couldn't quite explain; almost..disappointment, that he wouldn't be around her and Ayla anymore. It was rather funny how much has changed. Before, she might've never even allowed him to be around her little sister so much, but things seemed to change after Hiccup was there to help Ayla when she was sick.

"Yeah...hopefully we don't run into anymore trouble over there... considering what happened when we went together that one day..." The memory of him kissing her forehead tried to distract her by causing her face to dust over in a light shade of red. She cleared her throat as she glanced around the forest, attempting to ignore those thoughts while she mumbled, "We have Ayla with us this time..so..nothing should be too crazy.."

At Hiccup's question, Ayla folded her arms while puffing out her cheeks, "Hey! I would've found you just as easily..! I think.." She shook her head, snapping out of the brief moment of doubt that clouded her mind, "Anyway, I still found you! So, win for me!"

Lightly shrugging, she continued to try and spot out her sister's black hair, finally noticing Blaze sitting oddly close to a specific rock, "Aw, okay, no nicknames then.." Her suspicious were deemed correct as she glimpsed at Hiccup, seeing him motion towards the same rock where she predicted Freya was at. Putting a finger on her lips, she silently told him to remain quiet as she began to quietly step towards the boulder, "Geez, I have no clue where she might be... you're not helping me either guys, so.."

Tip-toeing next to Blaze, her hand gently ran across his neck in an action of saying ''thank you' before she continued: "I might just have to..." Abruptly pushing through the ferns that hid her older sister, she raised her voice as she finished, "Find her myself!" She giggled at the startled expression Freya wore, clutching onto her stomach as she tried to breath properly. "Oh man, y-you should've seen the look on your face! Those flowers in your hair only made it better!"

Freya, on the other hand, pursed her lips with lowered brows, standing up from her spot as she pointedly stared at Hiccup and Blaze, "You guys must have did something. That was a really good hiding spot.." Her eyes landed on Blaze, who merely smiled at her with amusement being evident on his features. "I totally could've won that." She sighed, fixing the stranded pieces of her hair as she made sure the flowers hadn't fallen out, "Well, what do you say? One more round of hide and seek or go get some lunch--"

As if on cue at the mention of lunch, Ayla's stomach lightly growled, voicing out her hunger without any need of words. "...Y'know, on second thought...I think we should go back home now...the Great Hall sounds... nice." The younger girl muttered, flickering her gaze elsewhere in embarrassment.

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The walk back was a bit humourous, at least to Freya. It was a small competition between her and Ayla of who could balance themselves the most on logs they found along the way. They had nearly gotten into another unnecessary argument about it until Blaze purposefully walked between them, causing them to slightly stumble in their steps for a moment before they chose to let it go.

Now, they stood in front of the Great Hall, vikings going in and out of the large doors as some of them spared a few glances their way, murmuring amongst themselves about the new 'relationship' the Chief's son was in. Freya paid no mind to it, at least she tried to, as she beckoned Blaze forward, confidently striding alongside him as Ayla lingered closer next to Hiccup.

The line for food was as long as it usually was, having to wait another excruciating ten minutes for their food. Coincidentally, it was the same mutton stew that Stoick made on her night over for dinner, but she predicted it wouldn't be as good as his dish was. She was about to find a table for them all to sit at, all until a certain someone shouted for her attention: "Well, look who it is! Hiccup and his newfound girlfriend!" Snotlout mockingly waved his hand, slightly shaking his head with a raised brow.

Freya narrowed her eyes, amber iris's glinting with annoyance at the sight of him, all previous light-hearted attitude disappearing, "Hey. I have my little sister here with me, so refrain from acting so childish." Knowing he probably didn't want to sit with them, she started to walk over in his direction, Fishlegs and the twins also sitting with him, "C'mon guys, it looks like they could use a little more company, right?" She felt triumphant at the small scowl Snotlout gave her as she set her bowl down on the table, Blaze staring at the young viking wearily as he sat down behind his rider.

Ayla, who was ignorant to the tension, shrugged, "Okay, sounds good to me!" She sauntered over to her older sister, placing down her bowl as she patted the spot next to her, "Hiccup! Come sit between me and Fey!" She quickly began eating, ignoring the bickering between Freya and Snotlout as they threw insults to one another, such as "you're so annoying" and "you're so short."

Fishlegs heaved a quiet sigh, trying to enjoy his meal with the arguing now occuring between the two. In the midst of the sudden chaos, he glanced at Hiccup with a faint smile, nodding his greeting as he continued to eat in silence, not knowing exactly when he could talk. Meatlug was tranquilly laying on her side, satisfied from her lunch she had already eaten as the bustling noise of vikings didn't seem to bother her one bit.

Giving her a lopsided grin, he replied, "No, I'm pretty sure about that!"

Shaking the log pieces out of his hair, he chuckled lightly. "Yeah...yeah, your spot is, undoubtedly, better!" Looking over at Freya, he grinned brightly.

He blushed lightly, remembering exactly what had happened last time.

Would something like that happen again? Even with Ayla there?

"Uh...well, I, I wouldn't put it past Snotlout to not challenge us again in some capacity, if we run into him again. But...we can handle that, can't we?"

Hiccup had to suppress a grin as Ayla pretended to have no idea where Freya was.

What he couldn't prevent was the laughter that spilled out at Freya's shocked expression, but he quickly brought his hand up to cover his mouth, so as to not make her feel embarrassed. His eyes betrayed him, though.

Putting his hands up, he played innocent, trying to suppress his laughter, "What? I didn't say anything!"

Seeing Ayla's embarrassment, he stepped forward, acting as though his stomach had growled instead of hers. "Great idea! I'm feeling a bit hungry myself!"

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The murmurs didn't go past Hiccup. He did his best to ignore them as he walked in beside Freya and Ayla.

He had to suppress a grin, seeing how impatient Freya was. But, the wait wasn't bad, and soon enough they had filled bowls in their hands and were looking for a place to sit.

At the sound of Snotlout, Hiccup stopped in his tracks, turning to face his cousin. "Oh, h-hey Snotlout."

He did a double take as Freya made her way over to sit at his table. Hiccup followed suit, nodding as Ayla offered him a seat between her and her sister.

The twins exchanged a look, Ruffnut speaking first. "So, the rumors are true, then? Hiccup's finally got himself a girlfriend!"

Tuffnut chuckled. "Yeah! Who'd have thought that would happen? This walking twig?"

"Really, Tuffnut?" Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Need I remind you, you're just as thin as I am, if not more."

Ruffnut shook her head. "So? Who cares! The point is, no one thought you'd actually find someone!"

Hiccup returned Fishlegs nod, and finally dug into his meal.

[mightyflamethrower]

This year, Dr. Shane Murnan will take on the role of principal at the John Glenn Elementary school in Oklahoma’s Western Heights public school district. And, according to a report from The Blaze, on top of being a drag queen, Murnan served a probation sentence for a marijuana charge, was in trouble for an undisclosed alleged offense AND has gotten caught for allegedly possessing child porn. 

Yeah, that’s the man who’s gonna have total authority over 400 students from pre-kindergarten through fourth grade. 

Murnan’s history is convoluted and twisted but extremely important for understanding the complexity of his situation as well as the threat he poses in his new position of power. 

Murnan began teaching fifth grade at an elementary school in Oklahoma back in 2001, he was arrested and charged with possessing both drugs and child pornography. At the time however two out of three judges determined that prosecutors hadn’t proven that victims were underage - yet one judge disagreed and said the pictures “do represent child pornography,” The Blaze noted.

Murnan served a short probation sentence for the marijuana but had his record expunged in 2003. Then, as noted by V1SUT on Substack, Murnan began his drag queen career a few years later. He really made a name for himself as Shantel Mandalay with his drag queen career. He performed and this year was even named Miss Oklahoma FFL, a pageant for drag queens. 

He and a few friends launched the Oklahoma City Drag Queen Story Hour Inc. in 2018 to get the chance to indoctrinate and groom kids through literature. The Metropolitan Library System boldly proclaimed Mandalay’s appearance at a story hour where he planned to “introduce little ones to the magic of reading through stories about love, self-expression, and family,” according to a screenshot on the Libs of TikTok Twitter account.

Mandalay seems to love combining his love of pretending to be a girl and education. As a matter of fact, he reportedly once told this super pro-gay outlet called "The Gayly" that his teaching career helped him prepare for reading stories to kids as a drag queen. "I have always loved education and working with kids hoping to make a difference. Now I'm able to combine both my passion for drag and education and hopefully change a child's life by letting them know it's okay to be whomever you would want to be."

As The Blaze reported, on June 12 of this year, the school board for the Western Heights School District in Oklahoma held a meeting to decide on who would be filling administrative positions at schools in the area. As mentioned, Murnan was selected to fill the role of principal at John Glenn Elementary School. Surprisingly, even though most of these school board meetings are public, this one was not. 

Hmm. I wonder why a school would try to be discrete about hiring someone for a supreme role of authority after a history like that! 

All this to say, the public school system is going to s**t and if you haven’t yet realized that the left is out for your kids, wake the hell up. 

[samynnad102687]

Marauderstober Oct 3rd

Valkyries- Fall Movie Night

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Lily was getting everything ready for their first fall movie night of the season and she was having trouble debating on which movie they should start with. They could go cute and fluffy Disney movies and work their way into the horror movies or they could start with the horror movies and work their way back into the cute and fluffy Disney movies. Personally, it made more sense to build up to the horror movies.

Mary and Marlene would be coming over after work and she had already told all of the boys that they were not allowed to come over or call them about anything unless someone was dying in the hospital. Sirius complained about it but that was about it.

When Lily looked at the clock, she still had an hour to set everything up. She went into the kitchen to grab the drinks and start making the popcorn. She had grabbed the sweets as well since you can’t have popcorn without chocolate to mix into it. Lily had also planned some alcoholic drinks for after they got started. Luckily, it was Sunday and they all had the day off tomorrow. 

Lily brought the tray of drinks and snacks into the living room and cued up the first movie option. Mary showed up around twenty minutes later and Marlene was ten minutes after her. They both took off their boots and jackets and hung them up before plopping down on the couch next to Lily and Marlene grabbed a drink.

“You couldn’t have waited five more minutes to dig into the food and drinks?” Lily asked exasperatedly.

“No. I’ve had a long day and people have been stressing me out. Why is there no alcohol in this?” Marlene complained.

“Because it’s too early to start drinking. I have the other drinks ready but not until after the movie starts.”

“Ugh. What movie are we watching anyway?”

“I was thinking about Halloweentown,” Lily said hopefully.

“The first one?” Mary asked.

“Well, yeah. Whoever thought of starting a series in the middle.” Lily shook her head.

“How many are there again?” Marlene questioned.

“Four but they changed the main actress for the fourth one for some stupid reason,” Lily said, annoyed.

“Hmm. Okay, do you have the first one ready?” Mary asked as she grabbed the bowl of popcorn.

“Yeah,” Lily replied as she picked up the remote and turned toward the telly.

Halloweentown started and Lily was happy. It had been a little while since she had last seen this movie but she still remembered most of it. Marnie was complaining about not being able to go out trick or treating and her mum refused to tell her why. It kind of reminded her of when she was younger and Petunia refused to take her trick or treating and refused to tell anyone why. She found out later that she was trying to hook up with her boyfriend at the time. Mum was not pleased when she found that out.

Around the time that Marnie and her siblings snuck onto the bus to go to Halloweentown was when Marlene got up to get the alcoholic drinks from the kitchen and make some more popcorn. She must have really had a stressful day if she couldn’t even wait until the movie was half over to start drinking. 

“Anybody else want anything since I’m in here?” Marlene called out from the kitchen.

“Grab the pretzels,” Mary called back.

Lily figured it was probably a good idea to have a bathroom break since they had already paused the movie. The first couple drinks apparently wanted to completely skip her stomach. When she got back to the couch, Marlene was back with more snacks and her drink which was already half gone.

“Good god, Marls. How stressful was your day?” Lily asked as she laughed a little.

“It was exhausting and I’m going to enjoy my day off tomorrow.”

“Same, honestly. Are we ready to start again?” Lily asked as she sat down.

“I’m ready,” Mary said at the same time that Marlene said, “Yep.”

Lily turned the movie back on and they settled into their new positions. Mary had moved to the floor in front of Lily and Lily started to play with her hair absentmindedly. Marlene had moved to the armchair and was laying in it with her head on one arm and her feet hanging over the side of the other arm. She also had a bowl of popcorn on the floor by the chair so she could reach it easily.

When the movie ended, Lily was ready for a drink and made her way into the kitchen. She had found a recipe online to make her drink look like brains and she wanted to try it. Lily pulled out her phone and pulled up the recipe again. It seemed simple enough. After she made it and walked back into the living room, Marlene saw her drink and immediately crossed her arms.

“Why didn’t you make me one?” Marlene grumbled.

“Did you ask?” Lily countered.

“Well, no but still. You could have made us one when you were in there.”

“And you could have asked when you saw me going into the kitchen.” 

Lily had already made them both a drink but left it in the kitchen on purpose.

“Well, fine. I’ll just go and make my own then,” Marlene huffed as she pulled herself off the chair and stomped into the kitchen like a petulant child.

It took longer than Lily would have expected before Marlene grumbled again about being lied to.

“Thought you said you didn’t make me one.” Marlene appeared in the doorway of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I never said I didn’t. You just assumed I didn’t.” Lily shrugged as she fell back onto the couch. 

“I- I but I, oh nevermind.” Marlene sputtered before going back into the kitchen and grabbing both of the drinks for her and Mary.

“Thanks,” Mary said when Marlene handed her the drink.

Now that everyone had a new drink and they were stocked up on snacks, Lily was debating on if they should start another movie or just start talking shit about the boys. Lord knows they could get into trouble doing practically anything. 

“Do you guys want to watch the second one? It’s still pretty early and then we can order some pizza or something for actual food instead of filling up on popcorn and sweets,” Lily suggested.

“The second one has Kalabar’s son, right?” Mary asked curiously.

“Yeah, did you know the actor who played Kal and the actress who played Marnie got married in real life?” Lily supplied the random fact that she had read at some point during her set up for their movie night.

“Really?” Marlene asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. I read it earlier.”

“That’s cool. Yeah, let’s watch the second one and order some pizza. My body is going to hate me if I just snack all night,” Mary said easily.

Lily laughed lightly before pulling out her phone and putting in the pizza order. Once she had that set up, she started the second movie. They could always talk about the boys later, even though it is typically more fun with Peter since they can get the inside scoop from him. 

The pizza came quickly and all three girls sat around the table as they dug in and continued watching the movie. They had got a little distracted talking about how fit the actresses and actors were and none of them could agree on any of them. Which was probably a good thing, then they wouldn’t go for the same person if they were to ever break up with their current partners.

By the time the second movie had finished, they had finished the pizza and Marlene had gotten up to make another drink. Lily wasn’t sure how many they had each had but she was starting to get a little tired and wired at the same time. She didn’t know what to do with the random bursts of energy. When she looked over at Marlene, she could see that she was getting into her sleepy phase as well. Mary was the only one who seemed relatively alert.

“Do you guys want to watch the last two next time or start the third one now?” Lily asked and she was hoping they chose the former instead of the latter.

“Next time sounds good. I’m getting kind of tired,” Marlene said sleepily. “Do you mind if I crash here tonight?”

“That’s fine. Do you want to sleep out here or in the guest room?”

“Guest room sounds good.” Marlene practically fell out of the chair when she tried to get up.

Mary helped Marlene get to the guest room while Lily cleaned up the snacks and empty cups from earlier. She would have to plan for the alcohol next time and she hoped that Marlene wasn't as stressed. After everything was cleaned up, Lily turned off the telly and headed up to her room before Mary came in. All in all, it was a good first movie night for the fall season.

@seiworf @thebibutterflyao3 @cazzythefrogking @clementinewoolf @lavenderhaze @literally-the-prettiest-star @maladaptivewriting @multiimoments @emjayeingray @heartsoncover @remusregulusrosekiller @accuratewhereabout

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[hqmillioncorn]

⭐⭐Sweet Magic~!⭐⭐

Babycorn nervously turned up the flame of the stove. As her frying pan got hotter, her anxiety grew. A little voice in her head kept telling her that now wasn't the right time to grab the food with her hands. "It's too hot for that! You'll burn your tongue!" The voice told her. The voice also sounded suspiciously like her friend Lunya. "...But it's so yummy loooking!!" Babycorn whined. "You can wait a few minutes!" The Lunya in her head reminded her. Before it could say anything else, Babycorn grabbed the fried egg and stuffed it in her mouth. "OWIE!!!!!!!" Babycorn yelled and spit the egg back onto the frying pan. Lunya, who had actually been standing behind Babycorn the whole time and was NOT a voice in Babycorn's head, could do nothing but shake her head.

Lalapril 4/25 Gratitude with @windupnamazu 's Lunya lanya

welcome to coooking with babycorn!!!!!! today we're gonna be cooking!! cookies!!! or is that baking? same thing! with special guest warrior of light lunya lanya!!! yipppeee!!!!

“Okay I think I got everything…” With one last look at the ingredients balanced precariously on Cherrypit’s head Babycorn carefully opened the door to her room and let her brother waddle out.

Last time they had done this she had placed one too many things on him and that resulted in the stack hitting the top of the door and tumbling down on top of her.

She would have liked to avoid that happening again. 

As soon as Cherrypit waddled his way out into the hallway Babycorn let out a small cheer. Cherrypit lifted his arms up and also let out a small “Yippee!” All that was left for them to do now was make it to the kitchen! That would be as easy as flipping over a fried egg! 

Which of course always had to land directly onto her head. There was absolutely no other way that was done of course!

“Follow me Cherry!” Babycorn happily sang, as she skipped on ahead towards their destination. Cherrypit ran in place for a little bit before taking off right after her. He babbled something excitedly in his little baby language, probably something about how hungry he was. 

They hadn’t eaten since breakfast and that was a whole fifteen minutes ago!

Yesterday, in a spur of the moment sort of thing, Babycorn decided that she would make cookies for everyone to eat after dinner. It took her a minute to decide what kind of cookies she would make but eventually Cherrypit had the great idea of making lemon cookies. 

Initially he had suggested chocolate-chip but after learning he would have to share them, Cherrypit quickly changed his mind. 

Those lessons about sharing things with other people were still having a little trouble sticking to him sometimes. 

So lemon cookies it was! Honestly Babycorn didn’t even know cookies came in lemon flavors but it was silly of her to think otherwise. There were so many flavors out there in the world that cookies could come in any flavor! Maybe somewhere out in the world there was a cooking that tastes like mud?

She would definitely ask Lunya about it when she found her!

Babycorn knew that Lunya could do a lot of things. Like fighting, paying for really expensive things and making pretty clothes. All of which of course meant that she could obviously help her with baking cookies. “It’s like I always say-! Making cookies is just like fighting a really big sandworm!” Babycorn explained to Cherrypit. “So Lunya can totally help us!”

He nodded, though Cherrypit really had no clue what she was talking about. But if Babycorn had said it, then it must be right!  Hopefully Lunya wasn’t busy with anything else. If she was, then Babycorn could always bake cookies some other time.

Babycorn hummed a song to herself as she made her way towards the stairs leading to the basement. “Hmm…Actually, Cherry? Do you think maybe I can bake the cookies by myself?” Baking cookies wasn’t too different than juggling right? “If I can juggle I can make cookies!” She grinned, taking the first step down the staircase.

Cherrypit, who was jumping down the stairs two steps at a time, looked up and nodded. “Yeah! We can make lotsa cookies!” He bounced up and down while letting out a little cheer. The outrageously tall stack on his head jumped along with him. 

While Cherrypit knew his way around the kitchen after his time at the Culinarian’s guild the oven was still unknown territory to him. It would be really exciting to finally be able to use it!

“Yeah! We got this! That way Lunya can be surprised too!” This was such a smart idea! Why hadn’t she thought of it earlier?!

Babycorn took a single step into the basement and felt a foreboding feeling in front of her. 

“HUrK?!” Babycorn froze. She hadn’t even seen whoever it was that was standing in front of her but by instinct alone she decided that the best course of action was to hide behind Cherrypit and his comically tall stack of ingredients.

Cherrypit turned around and looked at Babycorn and then turned around again to look in front of him.

Standing in the middle of the basement was Lunya Lanya herself, arms crossed and hair flowing dramatically behind her. All while looking like she was trying really hard not to burst out giggling. “Hi Lulu!” Cherrypit waved over at Lunya without a care in the world. He babbled and wiggled around happily when Lunya waved back at him.

“Hi Cherry!” Somehow Lunya had been the ones to find Babycorn and Cherrypit instead of the other way around. 

It made sense. After all, it was said that Lunya had some sort of sixth-sense when it came to knowing when Babycorn was about to make a poor decision about anything.

Or when she was about ten minutes from setting the kitchen on fire.

It occasionally overlapped. 

Cherrypit waved his arms around excitedly and waddled over to Lunya, the squeaking of his shoes walking away from her let Babycorn know that she was no longer safe. “YEEP?!" Babycorn hastily stood up and looked around. When she spotted Lunya her worries mostly disappeared. 

“Lunyaaaaaa!!” she cried out, running towards her with open arms. 

Babycorn screeched to a halt right in front of her

Is what I would have said if that actually happened, but no, instead Babycorn tripped and sent herself flying over Lunya and right into a wall.

“AH?! Babycorn?!” Lunya flinched as the sound of Babycorn colliding with the wall sounded through the basement. It wasn’t the first time this had happened and it probably wouldn’t be the last either. Both her and Cherrypit ran over to check to see if Babycorn was okay. “Bebe? Bebe hurt?” Cherrypit asked, looking up at Lunya to see what she would do next. 

“UWuawuaguwgauwaguUWUA…” Babycorn had bounced off the wall after hitting it directly with her face. There was a red mark on her forehead but otherwise it looked like she was fine, if not a little dizzy. It was best to make sure though.

Lunya had the idea of asking Babycorn how many fingers she was holding up but she thought of a better question. “Babycorn if you had to choose between eating a worm or a banana split, which one would you pick?” 

“I would choose both of em’. Ahahaha…..” 

Lunya sighed, “Well she’s fine.” She flicked a simple benefic at her forehead to heal the wound away. Her attention turned now instead to making sure Cherrypit wasn’t scared. 

She pulled out a small lollipop from the pocket of her shorts. The lollipop was shaped like the head of a namazu. “Here Cherry!” She made sure to take the wrapper off the candy right in front of him so maybe he could remember for next time. “You were really brave just now, good job!” 

Cherrypit bit down on the lollipop and pulled it from Lunya’s hand. “Mmmhmhmmh!!” He thanked her the best he could. Then he crunched down the lollipop and swallowed it whole, plastic stick and all. 

Lunya made a note to herself to remind BOTH siblings that you weren’t supposed to eat that part. 

“LUNYA!!!!!!” Babycorn suddenly screamed.

“NyAAAAHAHA?!” 

Babycorn had sprung back to life and was back to standing on her own two feet, albeit a little off balance. “There you are! Me and Cherry have been looking for you for the past…” Babycorn paused, it looked like she was concentrating really hard on something.

She raised up her hands and began counting with her fingers. “One…Two…Three…” 

Until she gasped, holding up her hands towards Lunya, “Five! We’ve been looking for you for five minutes!” That was a pretty long time! Wasn’t it?! “We need your help with something! If you don’t mind!” 

“Don’ mind!” Cherrypit repeated. 

“I don’t mind! I’m happy to help.” Lunya nodded. There was a sense of apprehension though, considering what was standing right in front of her. “Does whatever you want help with happen to involve that…?” Lunya pointed at the giant stack of assorted things on top of Cherrypit’s head. 

For some reason Lunya couldn’t actually tell where it ended. 

‘Yeah! It does!” Babycorn gestured over to the tall stack of things still perfectly balanced on Cherrypit’s head. “I got everything we need to make lemon cookies!” Babycorn took a look around to see if anyone was listening. “I wanted to make some for everyone. As a thank you” For what? Babycorn didn’t quite know. The urge just hit her suddenly, maybe it was a thanks for putting up with her since the beginning? For still letting her pal around? She really had no clue.

Lunya smiled warmly, “That sounds nice! I’m sure everyone would love some! Including me!” 

“I knew it!” Babycorn beamed, tapping her feet excitedly in place, “And since you’re helping you can get extra cookies!” That’s how it worked after all.

“I was planning to get extra either way!!” 

If the cookies were edible this time at least.

Lunya took a closer look at the tower of ingredients. Traveling from the top all the way from the bottom she could see things like milk, a huge bag of flour and eggs all separately stacked on top of each other. For a moment Lunya worried over not seeing lemons along with the other ingredients but chances were Babycorn was just going to borrow some from the kitchen anyway.

It was a pleasant surprise to see Babycorn using edible ingredients to make something for once. 

Before Lunya could even congratulate Babycorn on a job well done, she noticed her pulling something out of her braids. Something that had no less business being in there than her usual baby corns did.

Babycorn proudly flashed a familiar shape in front of her. “I even got these cute little B’ig Nunh shaped cookie cutters!” Babycorn wiggle it around with a giggle. 

“We are not using those~!” At this point Lunya was getting worried with how much B’ig merchandise Babycorn was somehow getting her hands on.

“Okie dokie!” Babycorn tossed the cookie cutters over her shoulder with such ease that you would think she probably had ten more of them at home. Which would be wrong. She has thirty. “Okay! Let’s gooooooooo Cherry!” 

Babycorn took off running towards the kitchen with Cherrypit right behind her. 

“Babycorn don’t run so fast!” Lunya shouted, chasing after the pair of siblings. At this point she would have hoped that Babycorn would remember that she wasn’t allowed inside of the kitchen by herself. 

And having Cherrypit around didn’t count, as many people had explained to her already. 

Not after the cereal combustion incident two years prior…

As Babycorn narrowly dodged running straight into a chair, she pulled up to a stepstool and climbed up to the top. Then she slammed her hands on the counter, “Okay Cherry! I’m ready!”. On cue Cherrypit gave her a tiny salute and expertly threw the stack of things off his head which all landed neatly around Babycorn. Including an apron that just kind of fell on Babycorn’s head.

Lunya clapped alongside Babycorn, “Wow! Good job Cherry!” At this point Lunya noticed that Cherrypit had also brought along with him some tools for measuring and even a mixing bowl for everything. “Babycorn, did you actually bring all of this…?” It was almost too good to be true. 

“Yuppers!” Babycorn nodded, as she tied the apron in front of her. “I’ve been watching people make cookies all week and I memorized what they were using!” 

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Yeah!” 

Lunya put her arms behind her back and smiled, “And you didn’t happen to take these things from Himbo’s room did you?”

“N-No…? Of course not!”

“Oh course not!” Lunya grabbed a measuring cup and turned it around to see the insignia of a beaver on it. “So I’ll just go tell him that a raccoon broke into his room and stole his things!” 

“What?! No it wasn’t a raccoon! It was me!!” Babycorn couldn’t cover her mouth with her hands fast enough. “I-I mean…!”

“HA-! Wait no. Give me a second.” Lunya quickly ran out of the kitchen and into the designated break room.

Babycorn and Cherrypit sat there in silence with only the sound of distant rummaging while they waitied for Lunya to come back. When she finally did, she was holding a similar step stool to the one Babycorn was standing on. Lunya ran over and placed the step stool next to Babycorn and climbed up until both girls were almost at the same height. 

Lunya pointed a finger directly at Babycorn. “HA! Got you.” She did a little excited bounce and wiggled her arm around. 

“Noooooooooooooooo!” Babycorn wailed, “How did you knooooow it was meeeee?!” 

“Well you pretty much admitted it.” 

“That’s true!” 

Lunya felt something poke at her side, when she looked down she noticed Cherrypit standing right under her. There was a big bag of flour on top of his head. “Lulu!” He jumped up and down to show her what was on top of his head, as if it wasn’t obvious enough. 

“Can you open the flour?” Babycorn asked, she put her hands together. “I couldn’t open it! I thought I could but it's really really strong! Please please please please!”

“Okay, okay! You don’t have to beg.” Lunya moved her hands in a calming motion to ease Babycorn’s worries. Cherrypit walked closer to her and moved his head in such a way that Lunya could easily reach the flour. “Alright! Let’s start making these cookies!” She grabbed the bag of flour by both ends and pulled them apart. Thanks to her strength the bag of flour opened with ease. The bag let out a white puff of flour in defeat.  

“Yippppeee!!!” Cherrypit and Babycorn let out a cheer as Lunya poured some of the flour into a bowl. “Go! Go! Lunya! Yaaaaay!!!”

Lunya blushed lightly, “Aw you two…” At this point Lunya was well aware that both Starsinger siblings cheered at just about everything that she did. No matter what it was. And for some reason she always felt a little more energized after hearing it. Not only her but other people too…

Surely it was nothing. 

Lunya took the still sorta full bag of flour and went to carry it out of the way. “Okay Babycorn what’s-?” She began to ask, but her question would never see the light of day because Babycorn would cut her off with something that chilled Lunya to her very core.

“Okay thanks for the help Lunya! We’ll take it from here!” 

Lunya stopped in her tracks and looked back at Babycorn, dropping the flour right where she stood. Her eyes were shut and a wide smile was frozen on her face. 

“Eh?” What had she just said? “What do you mean?” 

“We only needed your help opening the flour! Me and Cherry will bake all the cookies so you don’t have to worry about anything!” Babycorn was wildly waving a wooden spoon around in the air. Cherrypit grabbed a smaller metal spoon and held it in his mouth. “Cookies!!” He gleefully shouted.

Lunya looked around the kitchen. There sure were a lot of things in here that were flammable. And pointy, And poisonous. And capable of causing tummy aches. “Are you sure? I really don’t mind helping!” 

“Yeah I’m sure!” Babycorn grabbed an egg and handed it to Cherrypit. He cracked it on the edge of the bowl and expertly dropped the insides into the bowl. “I promise I’m not gonna set the kitchen on fire again or stab myself or eat something I’m not supposed to!” 

Given Babycorn’s past history Lunya had a very valid reason for not quite being convinced of Babycorn’s claims.

On the other hand, Babycorn had brought all the right ingredients for making lemon cookies. Cherrypit was also with her and she had seen his cooking skills first hand during a barbeque last month. 

Babycorn was even using the measuring tools she had (admittedly) stolen to measure things and asking Cherrypit if it was okay before adding it in.

And she wasn’t even taking a bite of the raw ingredients?!

Could it be that Babycorn was…LEARNING?!

Dare she say, Lunya was feeling more than a little proud. It almost brought a tear to her eye.

“Okay Babycorn!” Lunya took a step back to walk out of the kitchen. As she neared the exit Lunya let out a little cheer of her own, “You and Cherrypit got this! Don’t keep all us waiting! Because I’m sure those cookies will be super yummy!”

“Thanks Lunya! I promise me and Cherry are gonna make them taste super duper yummy!” Babycorn did an excited little dance and waved Lunya a short little goodbye before looking back at her counter in front of her. “Okay time for the secret ingredient!” 

Then, Babycorn pulled out a bottle of Lemon-scented dish soap with a hearty Tada! Cherrypit mimicked his sister and said the world's squeakiest tada! after her.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?!) he did not have a smaller version of dish soap with him. 

Lunya’s eyes widened to an almost absurd degree. The speed at which she turned and ran back into the kitchen could not be understated. She was almost afraid to ask, but it had to be done. “Babycorn. Why do you have that?”

Let it be known that it was a brand new bottle too. “I just bought it today!” Babycorn helpfully explained. 

Then without breaking eye contact with Lunya once, Babycorn began to empty the entire bottle of dish soap into the bowl full of flour. An aroma of lemony freshness soon began to overtake the entire kitchen as Babycorn smiled. “Yummy! Yummy! Yummyyyy~!” Babycorn happily sang to herself. 

The dough was starting to smell really good so that obviously meant that the cookies would taste just as good too! 

Lunya could do nothing but stare in horrified silence, her mouth agape. 

“B-B-B-B-Babycorn y-you really shouldn’t…” Lunya tried to say. But there was no stopping Babycorn at this point. Lunya could now only watch helplessly as Babycorn added an entire bag of bird feed into the bowl alongside the dish soap.

Needless to say, no one but Babycorn and Cherrypit touched those cookies that night.

[casspurrjoybell-19]

Does it Matter? - Chapter 39 - Part 1

*Warning: Adult Content*   

Dara had been drifting in and out of sleep since Maric had knocked on the door, so he was a little more prepared to be awake when another knock came about an hour later. 

Brayan stepped into the room, a tray of food in one hand and a lantern held up in the other.

"Time to eat." 

Bug was still deep in sleep, so Dara shook his shoulder gently until he woke.

"Bug. Wake up. Food."

Brayden set the tray and the lantern down on a small table and went to light the fireplace.

"Mathers said you should both be fine with solids at this point but there's some soup there as well. He doesn't think Bug is severely underweight enough for eating too much to put him at actual risk but will likely throw up if he overdoes it so make sure he moderates himself." 

Bug sat up and self consciously combed his hair back into order with his fingers.

"Would you like to stay and eat with us, Sir?" 

"I've already eaten," Brayan said as he stood up from the now burning fire. 

As soon as Brayan had left the room, Bug flopped down and let out a long sigh.

"I feel he does not like me as much as I like him." 

"I can't comment on comparative degrees but I think he cares for you." 

"Hmm. Sometimes I feel like he does and then he pushes me away again." 

"Perhaps he's simply trying to be professional?" 

Bug made a face.

"I don't want professional. I want him." 

"I know." 

"It wouldn't be illegal for him to be with me now. That was the reason he gave for turning me down last time. Do you think if I offered myself to him again, he would accept?" 

Dara hesitated.

"That was also the reason he gave me for turning you down when he told me about it, though I'm not sure that was truly the only reason he abstained. You're fragile, Bug. He would hurt you." 

"I have scarring. There'll always be pain. I'm willing to suffer it in the moment if he'll hold me in his arms afterwards." 

"That's not how things should be, Bug." 

"It's the only way they can be for me now." 

Dara placed a hand on his shoulder.

"No, Bug. Listen... I can fix the scarring. I think I can, anyway but if I do that for you, I want you to promise me that you won't let him hurt you. That if he does something that scares you or causes you pain, you will tell him and ask him to stop." 

"You would do that for me?" 

"I will, if you make me that promise." 

Bug sat up, his head nodding rapidly.

"I will. I promise." 

"Do you swear it?" Dara asked, switching into Eulan. 

Bug nodded again, more solemnly this time.

"I swear it." 

"Well, okay then," Dara said.

"There's a slab of butter Brayan brought up with dinner that we could make do with, if you don't mind. I could ask for something more suitable but..." 

"Do you think the prince might disapprove of you doing this for me if he found out?" 

"I don't know," Dara admitted.

"He owns me but I don't think either of us wants that to dictate how we conduct ourselves. Technically I shouldn't be offering to do this for you at all. I should be asking him if I may." 

Bug dropped his gaze.

"I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with him." 

"No, it's not like that and like I said, we don't want it to be like that. I'm not trying to go behind his back in doing this but I do have to be a bit discrete because well, It reflects poorly on him if others see me disregarding his authority." 

"I think I understand." 

"Good," Dara said as he got up to get the butter.

He tapped his chin as he considered Bug and the bed.

"I think face down with a cushion under your stomach would be the best for access while hopefully making you feel a bit less exposed. We can do it whichever way you'd like, though." 

"No, that's fine," Bug murmured. 

Dara brought the plate with the slab of butter on it over to the bed and sat down as Bug started taking off his pants.

"This will take some time, unfortunately. Scar tissue is, difficult. If it gets to be too much, let me know. I have my own issues with things like this and Maric did this to me, for other reasons, of course before he realised and it was not a fun situation for either of us. So I understand." 

"I think I'll be okay." 

"But if you aren't..." 

Bug nodded.

"I'll make the same promise to you about this as you had me make for Brayan. I'll say something." 

"I appreciate it," Dara said.

"I'm happy to do this for you but harming someone in that way is abhorrent to me." 

"Should I...?" Bug asked, slipping his thumb under the band of the thin shorts he had been wearing under his pants. 

"Yes, let's give this a go." 

As Bug took off his shorts and got into position, face down with a pillow under his stomach, Dara greased his fingers up as best he could with the butter.

He would have to be careful and very, very gentle.

This hadn't felt great when Maric had done it to him and that was without scar tissue making things more uncomfortable. 

Dara took a deep breath in, let it out as a slow sigh and leant forward.

"Try to relax."

[changingplumbob]

Goth Household: Chapter 7, Part 1

The wheel of households has spun and the first stop is the Goth household. Here in part 1 Bella and Milton have a happy last Saturday of spring, including a park visit with Milton's siblings.

Across the road from the Chopra's is the Goth household. Bella and Mortimer are still sleeping in separate rooms, Bella has the master bedroom while Mortimer takes the spare bed upstairs. Toddler Milton is still in the nursery beside the master bedroom.

Milton hates bedtime so gets up about an hour after I’ve sent him to bed. I can work with this though. His bladder need is low so potty time it is. He is good friends with Bella (they actually have a maxed relationship bar) but only acquaintances with Mortimer who he has a difficult dynamic with.

Bella wakes up sad and uncomfortable. As a romantic it hurts her to be having marriage trouble. She dreamed of an idyllic happily ever after with her soulmate, but lately feels like she may not have found them yet. Was she just blinded by the Goth fortune like Mortimer implies?

However there is a romance festival today. Mortimer always promised they would attend every one together. Perhaps there will be a chance to salvage their relationship before things completely sour. Bella is so distracted she washes the dishes without turning on the tap, what skill.

A mind clearing jog will hopefully blow the blues away.

Bella: Good morning Agnes

Agnes: *scoffs* says who

The light rays are on full force today and the time in the light helps Bella to focus on what's important, her kids. She knows Milton is unlikely to be awake just yet so jogs a bit longer.

Mortimer wakes up sad and uncomfortable. He hasn't produced a bestseller lately despite being a four star celebrity. Plus he's pretty hungry. He heads downstairs to cook, paying no attention to the pictures of Cassandra, Rahul and Milton on the wall. Maybe cooking will inspire the next great book.

Milton: Mummy! Mummy!

Bella: Good morning sunshine

Milton: Far hot

Bella: Do you want to get changed

Milton: Birdie shirt, birdie shirt

Bella: Okay here we go, it is pretty hot this morning

Milton: Mummy have food

Bella: What would you like for breakfast

Milton: See real

Bella: Cereal coming up

Mortimer is working on his cooking skills for his Renaissance Sim aspiration. This morning he busies himself making up pancakes. He's made them so many times the process is automatic allowing him to think of story ideas. He's also getting pretty good at flipping. Fluffy pancakes, done.

Bella: Oh wow you had quite the appetite

Milton: What app tight

Bella: Appetite is, hmm, when you want something for your body. In this case, cereal

Milton: My app tight good?

Bella: Yes

Milton: Does mummy have good app tight?

Bella: *laughs* When I'm hungry I do

Milton: We be good to ether

Bella: Mummy doesn't have work today, what shall we do

Milton: Snuggle hug

Bella: Aww, thanks sunshine

Milton: I love mummy

Bella: I love you to you little charmer

Milton: Mummy read book

Bella: You want a story

Milton: Love books, stories fun

Bella: Do you want a particular book

Milton: Any book

Mortimer: You're going to read in here?

Milton: I love books

Mortimer: So long as you keep quiet, father is working

Milton: *blows raspberry*

Bella: Okay sunshine, you comfy

Milton: Book time, book time

Bella: Once upon a time there was a princess. A princess called plumbob

Milton: Plum bob bob

Bella: Princess plum bob bob lived in a big castle

Mortimer: Don't change the story, he needs to learn proper words

Milton: I know words fat her

Bella: Princess plum bob bob loved her castle. It had big pink curtains and long pink carpets

Milton: *smiles*

Bella: One day she saw it was getting dirty

Milton sits, enraptured with the story. He has heard it before but it's always fun when Bella reads to him. She listens to his input and together the story becomes an adventure. Mortimer blocks out most of their sounds and gets hard to work on a new screenplay. Can he make another bestseller?

It's a beautiful day so when Mortimer leaves for work Bella takes Milton to the park and invites Cassandra and Alexander to join her. The grown ups make use of the Don't Wake The Llama table while Milton has fun crawling through the play tunnel.

Alexander: Bet I don't even have to look at it

Alexander: Success is mine

Cassandra: I should have practiced as a kid

Bella: You were focussing on your music. Now, which one is safe?

Alexander: None for you

Cassandra: OMW shush, I need to concentrate

Alexander: Please, I could do this all day

He pulls another stick and in a flash the llama falls

Bella: Lets reset

Cassandra: I go first this time

Alexander: But youngest goes first

Bella: It's one game

Alexander: Fine

Cassandra: I'll just carefully get this one

Bella: That's it honey, focus

Cassandra: Yes

Alexander: Lucky pull

Bella: Credit where credit is due

Milton: sandra, sandra

Bella: Cassandra sunshine, Cass-andra

Milton: Cas andra

Cassandra: Close enough

Milton: My most love colour yellow. Yellow and o ran

Bella: I got this ta da

Cassandra: Orange?

Milton: Yes please

Cassandra: Oh you got me. Great joke

Milton: *giggles*

Suddenly the llama topples following Bella's turn

Milton: Play boat please mummy

Bella: I better go

Alexander: Call of the wild

Milton: I not wild, I charmer

Cassandra: He's got some sass in him

Alexander: Okay sis, you and me, rematch time

Cassandra: You're on

Bella: Where oh where is that boat?

Milton: Here mummy, we play here

Bella: Yes captain

Milton: Glub glub

Bella: Have we gone underwater captain

Milton: Yes

Bella: Oh the seaweed is so tall

Milton: Many bubbles

Bella: So many bubbles captain

Milton: Glub glub

Bella: Avast me hearties, this boat has become a submarine

Milton: sub mean

Bella: Glub glub

Milton: *giggles* mummy fun

Bella: Lets practice our flash cards. What's this one

Milton: Umm, broctree

Bella: Since I'm not sure if it's a tree or broccoli, I'll accept that

Milton: I got right?

Bella: How about this one

Milton: Ra pun zell

Bella: She has one, yes

Milton: Flying pan

Bella: Frying pan, but pan is right sunshine

Bella: Hey no peeking

Milton: But peeking help

Bella: Peeking is cheating, we don't cheat

Milton: Mmmilk

Bella: It holds milk yes. But what is the name of the thing that has milk inside it

Milton: No peek?

Bella: Try your best sunshine

Milton: *frets*

Bella: Best guess

Milton: Bot, bottle

Bella: YES

Bella: Done with the cards sunshine

Milton: Yahoo

Bella: We better get home

Milton: No, mummy play

Bella: Play boat again?

Milton: No, play fly

Bella: Oh, do you want to- fly?

Milton: *giggles* yes mummy

Bella: Better hold on, up up up we go

Milton: I fly, I fly

Bella: Woosh

Milton: Plane go vroom

Mortimer arrives home ecstatic. He may not have written a best seller today but he has been promoted to Bestselling Author, More money will be flowing in. He tries to do some writing before the festival but ends up breaking the computer. Maybe if you used your own desk as instructed?

Before heading out Bella makes sure Milton is ready for bed to make things easier on the babysitter. He has a sandwich for dinner. Afterwards Bella help him put on his pyjamas and gets him settled in bed with a bedtime story. It's the same book from earlier today but Milton still drifts off to sleep

Previous Part (Chopra) ... Next Part

[derireo]

Okay so Muku runs into Haruto and after conversing for a teensy bit, haruto realizes it’s muku bbys bday, so he gets him a nice lil gift :) (idk I just want some interaction between them like 🥺🥺🥺 muku is baby and haruto is ,,, something else)🌟

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

“Oh.. it’s the little one.” Haruto said blankly when he ran into Muku at a sweets shop.

Muku was perusing the display cases at the front when Haruto noticed him, and not wanting to be rude the boy cheerfully greeted him with a kind smile, giving a respectful bow towards the Godza member who grimaced at the for unfamiliar formality.

“Oh, Haruto-san!” Muku gushed, bringing his attention back to the desserts that he was looking at before. “What brings you here?”

And well. Haruto looked away.

He didn’t want to admit that his birthday was coming up soon (September 2nd) and that he was looking for a dessert to reserve on the day of. Since it was getting busy at Godza and people were going back to school, Haruto wouldn’t be able to celebrate his birthday with the troupe.

He thought it would’ve been nice to treat himself though.

“..just looking.” He answered lowly, scratching his arm through the sleeve of his cardigan (was it a cardigan?) while looking at Muku point at one of the cakes in interest. “What’s Mankai’s youngest doing here?”

The young boy didn’t expect Haruto to continue the conversation and he tilted his head, looking back at the man with quirked lips while a worker went to fetch the cake that Muku pointed at.

“It’s my birthday today. I wanted to bring some sweets home for the company to share.”

Haruto paused.

“But it’s your birthday..” He said slowly, frown twitching. “I don’t think you should be buying stuff for yourself.”

...Not that Haruto was doing anything of the sort either.

He huffed and glared at the cake Muku was planning on buying and shoved his hand in his pocket to take his wallet out.

“I’ll pay.” He said, gently nudging away the kid who was still standing at the display case. If he pushed any harder he’d probably hurt the poor guy, and he wasn’t really in the mood to have the MANKAI company on his ass today.

(Let’s be glad he’s ignorant to the fact that Muku’s an athlete.)

“Um.. you don’t have to do that, Haruto-san.” Muku tried to stop him, but he stopped in his tracks when the man gave the child a sharp glare.

“With what money were you going to buy this with?” He quipped, already getting annoyed.

Hmph. To think he’d let some kid buy a cake on his own birthday like a sad little thing. 

Sure, Haruto could do it since he’s, what, twenty-three? Twenty-five? Who cares. People still think he’s sixteen and call him ‘neapolitan ice cream’ for no damn reason so did it really matter at this point?

“Don’t tell anyone I bought this for you.” The man grumbled, receiving the cash back along with the cake in a bag for Muku to hold.

“..okay.”

“Take the money too. For your birthday.” Saying this, Haruto put the change in Muku’s coat pocket before sliding another bill from his wallet in there much to the refusal of the teenager.

“Oh, Haruto-san-!” Before Muku could stop him, Haruto had left the sweets shop empty handed.

And although it was a very nice encounter despite all the things Godza and Mankai have been through..

Sakyo gave Muku an allowance to buy whatever he wanted to share with the rest of the company.

...but a little extra money wouldn’t hurt. Right?

[sor-vette]

It’s me again! I’d like to see what happens with reader’s awkward self and joon’s horniness with “I asked if you had to use the bathroom before I got in the shower!”. His dam of desires will break at some point! (Loved the “Your hair’s so soft” Drabble btw, big hugs!)

The Namjoon brainrot is real these days hehehe hmm, okay let's see what the mind can concoct

Pillow Trouble

• type: Namjoon x reader (+ot7 x reader mentioned) • w/c: 2.7k (yeah nah it's a "drabble") • rating: explicit!

• c/w: smut & light angst, shower sex, rough sex but there's like little funny moments in between, thigh riding, finger sucking (oh lord I deserve hell), breast play, marking, teasing and edging, handjob, hair pulling, penetration, protected sex bc this is not a pregnancy fic, my piss poor attempt at dirty talk

• part of: “Life of 27” drabble series set in “The Curious Move-In to Apartment 27”

• set: during "The Tale of Two Sisters (& 8 Uncles & 1 surprise), a future chapter coming hopefully soon

• a/n: had to set this into a future chapter otherwise it would have to be another dream scenario and I feel like some of you'd be hella annoyed. Also, the reader is not as awkward as always, she rode mister Min the whole night, got an ego boost if you will lol. Thanks @introlxv for beta-reading, love you bubs :(

• tagging: @pinkcherrybombs; @medicinemybish; @babycoffeefire; @mayla548; @ijustwantawonhobasedurl (hope you don't mind)

1.

"Hey Jungkook, have you seen my-"

A toothbrush is thrown in his direction.

"Get out!"

2.

"Yo, Tae, did you take my sunglasses?"

"FUCK OFF, NAMJOON!"

3.

He only opens the doors this time.

"NAMJOON IF IT'S YOU I'LL CHOKE YOU WITH A TOILET PLUNGER!"

"Who's Namjoon?" he dumbly calls out because he peeked a glimpse of that soft place where your waist meets the curve of your back and his brain is now on factory reset.

"FUCK OFF!"

He's hit with an empty bottle of shower gel.

Sharing one bathroom meant that there will be incidents and mostly it's nothing no one has not seen before. The general protocol was either to join or leave. But as it stood now the protocol was all fucked. Or more specifically you were fucked which in turn fucked the protocol...long story short, there was a simple but rather potent question hanging in the air. Could they make a move?

Yoongi had done it, the surreptitious bastard. Of course, he would be that one asshole who cheated his way through life. What could they do, that was just their beloved Yoongi but it left them questioning these new, breached boundaries. The timing was also somewhat poor. While they very much enjoyed doting on Pauline, it didn't go amiss that every meeting pushed you deeper and deeper into thought. It had become a regular occurrence to repeat things twice if not thrice to garner your attention. Memories were making your days heavy and once Pauline went back home, the apartment fell sombre.

Namjoon's fist tightened on the book he was reading but once it began to dent, he loosened his fist. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't just go back in time and make your life better. Unfortunately, that's not how it worked. He was the only one here to accompany you into the night this day. It was a quiet and grey afternoon and everyone else was busy. First glimpses of snow had just begun to rear their head and the final colours of the Autumn finally brushed away. The world had turned bare. But there was a sense of charm in the dreary landscape. Tranquillity. He sighed to himself and entered the bathroom, automatically slamming the door shut when he saw the steam rise from the shower.

"I asked if you had to use the bathroom before I got in the shower," your monotone voice reached his hearing and with eyes still closed he peeked into the bathroom.

"You didn't. You didn't even say hi when you came back," he reminds you, not out of grudge but more to point out that fact.

"Oh. I must have said it in my head," you conclude lamely and steeling himself, he opened his eyes. The glass was matted so he could see largely just your outline and while it was still too much for him to handle, he zeroed in on the blank expression on your face.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm...I'm angry," you answer and he catches onto the tone of tired bitterness. "I'm angry all the time. Yesterday, I spoke with the therapist you all bullied me into -"

"We did not bully!"

"Forcibly manhandled me to," you continue determined. "And she said that the part of me that feels so angry, that feels all this hatred is the part that loves myself the most. Because it's the only part of me that knows that what happened was wrong."

It's hard to say something to that. He should comfort you but he's failing to do so.

"Whatever," you sigh. "I'm too tired to ponder about this any longer. Make yourself useful and wash my back."

His brain errors itself in an endless loop.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said make yourself useful and wash my back. Hoseok broke the backscratcher and I can't reach there."

He closes his eyes. The moral conundrum is back. He shouldn't. He mustn't. You're in a vulnerable emotional position and he should absolutely do the right thing and step away. Naturally, he was already kicking one of his legs out of his pants. Despite the steam of the shower, he shivers wrestling the shirt away and when he reaches for the doors of the shower, his fingers are trembling. You await him there. Body wet and glistening, arms reaching your breasts, hiding them from view and head arched back onto the tile wall. He could cry at this very moment. Surely, this was illegal.

Funny, he reckons, for a moment there he thought you'd gotten over the awful shyness. Maybe, you did, there's a challenge in your eyes but your cheeks are tinted and your lips are swollen already. He approaches you slowly, steam surrounding you both, driving him dizzy. It's not funny anymore. He wants to devour you. Too long he's waited for you. Namjoon reaches and traces your bottom lip with his thumb, stepping closer so that you have to look up at him. It's a power move in a way but it's quickly brushed over by the fact that he loves you. This is not power, this is worship. Fingers shaking he lowers his palm and while lowering himself to kiss you, pushes you into the wall, bracing himself against the wet tiles. You moan into the kiss, tepidly opening your mouth to allow access. Trembling all over, he pulls away, though still lingering near.

"You're not scared, are you?" he asks, voice a deep gravelling sound.

"Depends on what you'll do to me."

Those are not wise words.

"Everything," he growls and kisses you again. Your breath is running out and Namjoon turns on the shower, hot water cascading down on you. When he parts you moan, searching for more. He also wants more.

"Mmm do you want more?" he taunts and you chase his lips but he pulls back, enjoying this small reverie, this small moment of validation that you also wanted him.

"Yes," you whimper.

"Do you need more? How much do you need it?"

You fall silent, face twisted in embarrassment.

"Nah, baby, sorry but I've waited for so long you're going to be a good girl and use your words."

The challenge is back in your gaze.

"And what if I don't?"

Namjoon tightens his jaw, stretching taller.

"You can play with Taehyung and the rest of the dummies, you can play around with anyone else, but you're not going to do that with me."

"Can I play around with Jae?"

Oh, you were just looking for trouble.

Before you can speak anymore, he grips your arms, tight enough so you couldn't move on your own and nudging a thigh between your legs, forces you to grind your pussy against it. Your mouth falls open in surprise and stuttered breaths fall out of it.

"Look at you, trying to seem all tough but you're getting so wet just by this."

"Shut the fuck up," you groan.

"This fucking mouth of yours," he returns his thumb back to your lips, not missing the fact that you rode his thigh well on your own volition. The jealous, petty monster in his chest was glad, was hopping around in vicious glee.

"I should stuff it full if you're going to say shit about other men. About that fucking boy."

"He's not a boy," you counter, smirking despite the fact he was smushing your cheeks by wrapping his fingers around your cheeks.

"Hell no, baby, I'm a man, I'm your man. You belong to me, I belong to you. It's two plus two."

"I don't think that's a government-approved educat- hmppf!"

Without much warning, he pushes two fingers in your mouth and your head hits the tile wall.

"Sorry bout that," Namjoon tosses out casually like he doesn't at all have your pussy twitching on his thigh and your tongue lapping at his fingers. When he feels our hand sneak down to prod at your clit, he forcefully tugs it away.

"Fuck no. I've heard enough of you getting off on your own. You'll take only what I give you, understood?"

You seem to have the incentive to object but he momentarily pushes his fingers deeper down your mouth, making you gag. His dick twitches at the sound. What a lovely sound that was. He removes his saliva coated fingers and you gulp in a large breath, panting in the steam.

"Yes."

"Good. That's what I like to hear," Namjoon purrs and leans in to nibble on your neck, groping one of your breasts. He laughs when he finds out it did in the end fit in his palm if he stretched his fingers wide enough. You throw him a confused glance but he doesn't reveal the private joke just yet. That's for the future.

"Look at how many marks you have," he murmurs letting go of the skin with a quiet popping noise. "No way Yoongi did all of this?"

"No, it was also...Jimin!" you squeal when his index prods at your clit.

"Him only?"

"N-no, also Tae and-and Jungkook!"

He begins to rub circles on your clit and you were rapidly approaching the edge. Your thighs shook in his hold and you clung to his arms for dear life.

"Shit, baby, having fun with the youngest ones?"

"They treat me like a chew toy," you lament and Namjoon laughs in the crook of your neck, leaving soothing kisses to some of the more nastiest bruises. They really did by the looks of it.

"Well, that's because you are," Namjoon pushes you off his thigh just when it felt like you were about to fall over the edge. You claw at his chest in protest but he pays it no attention.

"Oh, does this make you feel annoyed?" he mocks and you throw him a peeved glare. "Does this make you feel desperate? To want something and not have it? To have it dangling in your face and then have it ripped away?"

You shove him away, stomping away but he catches you by the elbow, dragging you back.

"Oh, you're not running away. Never again," he grunts in your ear.

The air is harsh and incredibly cold outside the shower and for a split second, the moment comes to a grinding halt as you both make your shivering way to his room. Since your bed was (again!) broken by one and only Min Yoongi, may he rest in heaven the lucky bastard.

Tugging the towel away from your body in the safe conditions of his room, he's surprised to see that you quickly crossed your arms to cover your chest.

"What's this? Feeling shy all of a sudden?" he teases, careful though not to push you more than necessary.

"You're gawking at them," you mumble. "What, you want to compare sizes?"

"They're beautiful, baby," he gently pries your hand away diving back to lick your cold hardened nipples. You hiss, immediately sinking your fingers into his hair. "I'll write songs for these tits."

You laugh and to much of Namjoon's unvoiced comfort, he feels your back muscles relax once more.

"I'm fairly sure Yoongi has you beat in that too."

"Oh, he just has to be the first in everything," Namjoon rolls his eyes and you put your chin on his head as he continues kissing down your cleavage. For some reason it makes his heart soften, that monster in his chest purrs like a kitten.

"You're absolutely one hell of a woman you know that," he sighs, suddenly wistful. "You're driving me crazy. Driving all of us crazy."

"You're just crazy by default," you deflect and pull back. "I'd like to do something, may I?"

"Baby, you could step on me and I'd thank you for it," Namjoon laughed, unabashedly truthful. Your hands, like his, are trembling but your face is determined and that drives Namjoon into a curious craze. He sits down when you push him and swallows when you crawl on top of him. You dunk your head into his neck and nose against his pulse, gently ever so lightly kiss the column of his throat, while fisting his hair in your hand. He will start to weep at this rate.

"You have such a pretty neck," you whispered and he grips your waist, barely breathing at this point. "I wanted to mark this neck for a long time as well."

"Dummy, you could have done it the first moment when you saw me," he grunts. This is insanity, he'll lose all mental coherence forever should this continue.

"What jump you right then and there?"

"No one, oh shit!" you bit down on his pulse point while gripping his length.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it I took my sweet ass time, now shut up!"

"You shut up," Namjoon breathed a thin little breath as started stroking him up and down.

"Wait, wait, just hold on," he whimpered throwing his head back. Too fast, too good.

"No, I need to - fuck! - I need to stretch you first, I need you!"

"What is my hand not good enough?"

"It's too good, too good, hold on a moment," he shuddered and pulled your hand away. "I did not wait this long to not ruin this pussy the first time we do it."

He didn't even hear what you replied, probably something smart and whatever remaining sanity and restraint he had left it shattered into dust.

"Make her scream, make her cry, make her know who she fucking belongs to," that part of himself whispered and he quickly yanked you on the bed. Rifling through the drawer, he found the last remaining condom (fairly sure someone was going through his stash) and spitting out the plastic he pulled it over his length.

He carefully began to stretch you open, kissing against your nape.

"Just tell me if anything's wrong, okay. Just tell me."

You nodded gripping the pillow and soon enough he closed his eyes and slid into you, with a loud, exuberant groan. He could swear there were stars swimming behind his eyes.

Shivering, he sunk his fingers into the mattress, before thinking of another use.

"Cross your arms behind your back," he ordered and you obeyed. Gripping your wrists in the palm of your hand, he slid further in, enjoying every mewl and whimper the action forced out.

"You're okay?" he asked with the other hand caressing away hair from your face.

"Yeah, it's just you're...you're very big."

He continued to caress your hair, oddly or perhaps not oddly at all - fond.

"Does it feel like I'm splitting you open?"

You nodded, breathless.

"A little bit."

Testing the grounds he thrust forward, crossing fingers to himself that he won't cum in four seconds because right now it loomed all too nearly. Slowly he began to rock your body, squeezing your wrists tighter and tighter. They will bruise but nothing made him more selfishly joyful than the realization that you will waddle into work tomorrow with no way of hiding from anyone that he finally was having you like this. The sounds grew only more obscene and your thighs began to quiver. When Namjoon's fingers reached to prod at your clit, he was all too happy to see you scream into the pillow. He pitied the poor fuckers in whatever number apartment they had above his room.

"Fuck, I'll be ruining this pussy every day starting now," he groaned into your ear, kissing your neck, trying to pull you closer still. He didn't care that it was impossible. More, he needed more. You began to twitch and spasm onto his dick, screams only slightly muffled by the pillow.

"That's it, cum for me," he cooed and released your wrists, which fell limply to your side. Squeezing harshly your hips, he chased his own pleasure until finally, he felt the familiar and much-welcomed coil tether on the very edge of snapping apart.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he panicked, "where do I??"

He ripped the condom off, rolling you over. You seemed to be fucked out of all sense, which he was rather proud of.

"Fuck, can I...on your chest?" he begged, for some reason feeling embarrassed. The moral senses were kicking it seems quite early this night to wail at his own depravity. You gave him a weak shrug.

To say that the dinner was awkward for the six remaining people was the understatement of the century. They sat all red in the face, trying to pretend their hardest that they were not hearing anything.

Jin slurped his noodles, ears threatening to catch his hair on fire.

"Oh, they're both nasty," he sulked.

[raifenlf]

Why Loki’s Sylvie Is A Mary Sue

So I am firmly in the camp that Sylvie on the Loki series was/is a Mary Sue.  The last episode made me feel better and like maybe the show was doing a thing where they were faking you out that she was a Mary Sue only to show she was actually sort of a bad guy and I liked that.  But all the recent interviews make me think the show wants to go back to her being a Mary Sue.

But I feel like when I call her out for being a Mary Sue people tell me what are you talking about, she’s not a Mary Sue, bad things happen to her, etc.  But that doesn’t actually make her not a Mary Sue.  

Also, before we start, I know some people find Mary Sue sexist.  But I personally use the term for guys and girls. I don’t use the term to belittle women.  I use the term to criticize a poorly written character.

And I know Mary Sue is often used to describe fanfic characters.  But to me, this series is kind of like a fanfic because the writers took a character who had been in canon MCU material for ten years and then created characters around that character.  So, I kind of review it like I would a fanfic.  It’s very different than if the writers had created a brand new show with all of their own new characters.

Anyway, if you are not totally familiar with the Mary Sue term, then check this out:

I know the term Mary Sue probably means different things to different people.  But I have always used these guidelines when I write my own fanfic to make sure my characters never come off as a Mary Sue.

This article really gives you a full scale of what a Mary Sue is.  If you start reading it, you’ll immediately see why Sylvie is.  But I’m going to take out the parts that most fit Sylvie just to highlight why I believe she is a Mary Sue.  I apologize for this being so long.

Mary Sue Character Traits

Personality

Erm... what personality? The typical Mary Sue doesn't have one per se, because she isn't meant to be a character; rather, she's an entity by which the author makes cool stuff happen.

I feel like that is Sylvie in a nutshell.  She doesn’t have a personality.  I feel like even though she ate screentime, I still don’t really know her at all.  The writers love to say she’s badass.  That’s not a personality.  

Sometimes when I am writing stories for fun and creating new characters, I like to take surveys as my fictional characters.  Like the kind of surveys you’d see in a magazine, like personality types, what’s your dating style, etc.  I figure if I don’t know what my character would do in any of those situations, then I need to keep working on my character.  And if I was trying to fill out a survey pretending I was Sylvie I would have no idea what to answer because she doesn’t have a personality.  She’s just “cool”.

What little personality a Mary Sue has isn't as important as how other characters react to it. No matter how shy or socially awkward Mary Sue is supposed to be, other characters will be inexplicably drawn to her

This is so Sylvie.  Loki falls in love with her...why, exactly?  He falls in love with her in the big Nexus event moment...why?  Because she had a tough childhood?  Mobius spends like two seconds with her in a car and goes from hating her to saying she’s his favorite Loki.  For. No. Particular. Reason.

She's extremely persuasive; everyone finds her opinions to be better than their own

She enchants Hunter B-15 and then immediately Hunter B-15 makes it her whole entire life mission to back Sylvie up.  

And occasionally she'll be a complete asshole...This can manifest itself in several ways...The author wants to write a badass but doesn't know how. This leads to a character who mistreats everyone around her and is never called out on her abrasive, casually abusive behavior.

Sylvie talked down to Loki and treated him like garbage for all of episode three, but it was never portrayed as a bad thing and we never got any impression Sylvie later felt bad for the way she treated Loki

The author doesn't know how to hold back the character, meaning that she will succeed at practically everything. This means that when she encounters rules or authority figures who would otherwise prevent her from doing what she wants to do, she rolls right through them (and they praise her for her "boldness" in defying regulations). If a bad guy is violent and aggressive, she can beat him by being more violent and aggressive (with all that entails). It's impossible for her to go overboard because she's protected by Protagonist-Centered Morality.

Sylvie is shown as a kid to immediately be able to grab a Tempad and run away.  And she can kick ass way better than Loki, for no known reason.  She is always able to fight back against the TVA when they attack her.  And she can kill lots of innocent TVA agents but it’s okay because TVA bad, Sylvie good.

Skills

She will always be superior to the canon characters, regardless of what canon has established they can do or whether it makes any sense.

Whose skill was needed to defeat Alioth?  Sylvie’s.  Of course.  Sylvie needed to teach Loki her skills in order for him to succeed (!).  And again, she is literally called the superior Loki.

Relatedly, there's no effort to her skills. She never actually trains or learns anything to become more powerful; she just wins the Super Power Lottery, or is a freakish natural learner, or is just Inexplicably Awesome

We’re told Sylvie literally taught herself magic.  She literally taught herself to enchant people.  That. Makes. No. Sense.  Like, I have so many questions.  Like, why would it even occur to her to teach herself that?  And how????????????  This is really lazy writing.

Canon Character Relationships

Mary Sue is often designed to hook up with another character, often as a form of Wish Fulfillment. This isn't that bad in and of itself (okay, it is kinda weird), but Mary Sue accomplishes this without any sense of realism. She just grabs her lover's attention straight away, and their relationship will never face any obstacles or tension; it's true love from the start and nothing else. The biggest giveaway is if the love interest is explicitly the author's favorite character, and she essentially "cures" him of all the angst that ails him (at the expense of his characterization).

Yeah, so...this one should be pretty obvious to anyone who watched the show.  Loki literally falls in love with Sylvie immediately, and then he suddenly turns from “villain” to “hero” just because of loving her.  And this was definitely at the expense of his characterization.  And Loki just knows he falls in love with her.  There’s not even any moments of hmm what do I feel for this person?  It’s just true love, immediately.

She will be related to a canon character in some way. This (marginally) helps explain such phenomena as her being a Copy Cat Sue and other characters accepting her so easily.

Sylvie is a Loki variant.  They use this to help explain why Loki is drawn to her and why their falling in love immediately “makes sense”.

Most characters give her more heed than they normally would. The good guys never stop praising her

Seriously, it was so over the top and OOC for Loki to gush over her.  He literally tells her she’s amazing.  They don’t even make it subtle.

Characters' previously established personalities change in reaction to her. Proud, arrogant gimps suddenly acknowledge her superiority in everything. Reckless youths will listen to all her advice. Responsible leaders will defer to her instead. Villains will obsess with her to the detriment of all else. Extremely competent characters will become stumbling buffoons who require her help to do anything. Sweet, mild-mannered characters whom the author doesn't like turn evil and insult her. They all become unnaturally focused on her in some way.

Again, Loki’s whole personality changed in reaction to her.  He became a buffoon who needed her help to enchant the Alioth because of course he couldn’t do anything without her!  Hunter B-15 goes from doing whatever the TVA said to fighting the TVA just because of Sylvie.

Story Elements

Mary Sue is without exception a single-person Spotlight-Stealing Squad. The entire story hinges on her existence; if you removed her, there would be no story. 

Sylvie undoubtedly drove the whole story this season.  It all became about HER meeting the TVA heads because of HER trauma.  Loki’s life was only saved at the beginning because the TVA was trying to capture HER.  And SHE was the one who started the whole multiverse (!).

Mary Sue is The Chosen One, even if the setting already has one. There are many ways she can accomplish this: she can be a Sailor Earth type who "shares" the position with the canon hero; she may be vaguely "destined to help the destined one fulfill their destiny" (i.e. do all the work except the final blow so that the prophecy is still technically correct); or the canon hero may be revealed to be a Fake Ultimate Hero all along. Being the Chosen One doesn't necessarily involve her being a God-Mode Sue, especially as authors become aware of the phenomenon and try to avoid it, but it does make her critically important to the world and allows her to continue stealing the spotlight without the "god mode" label.

HWR wanted Sylvie to come with Loki in the end, like she was chosen all along right alongside Loki.  Like one of the most important characters in the entire MCU is now this character who we only met a few episodes ago.

Most Sues have an unusually Dark and Troubled Past. It's often used to create a Sympathetic Sue, but any type of Sue can have one

They tell us, over and over, how hard Sylvie’s life was because she was kidnapped by the TVA in order to create sympathy for her.

She almost never does anything wrong. In the rare instance that she does, it's usually; (a) a way for the author to disclaim her being a Mary Sue by introducing a single imperfection (that has no bearing on anything anyway), and (b) designed to show her smarts by making her feel instant remorse, and she'll be Easily Forgiven anyway:

So this one hopefully will not come true, as a lot can change between now and when the show is taped. But if the show goes on the way the behind the scenes team is talking, Sylvie immediately felt remorse for betraying Loki, and Loki has already forgiven her and is desperately looking for her.  Ugh.

Alternatively, she is more than capable of doing something wrong, be it in general moral terms or something that goes against whatever code she abides by, and she maybe even frequently does so, but don't expect the other characters or the narrative to ever acknowledge or comment on it in any real capacity. If the other characters do call her out, expect them to be treated like they're the problem for daring to criticize her at all.

Mobius calls her out for killing people, but Sylvie immediately says he’s a bad person and then Mobius agrees, because, of course.

She will often suffer from Special Snowflake Syndrome; i.e., she has a trait or backstory that sets her apart from her group or race.

She is the only female Loki, thus making her the special one among all the Lokis in episode five.

Presentation

In visual media, the camera just can't stop staring at her.

The camera would follow her in fight scenes rather than Loki.

Mary Sue Tropes

Okay, so there are specific Mary Sue tropes that Sylvie is.  One of those is Copy Cat Sue, which I think was referenced before.

Copy Cat Sue

A lot of fanfic writers...start to write something because of their passion for this character, but they find something about the character that doesn't mesh well. Maybe they're the wrong gender or are otherwise not close enough to the author's expectations...In any case, rather than put them through the Possession Sue process, they just get a Clone-O-Matic™ and out pops a Copy Cat Sue...the character might be intended as a replacement for the canon character, but without whatever icky traits the author hates. They'll then rob the spotlight, prove the canon character to be unworthy of his/her position, and either relegate the character to obsolescence or, perhaps, even remove them entirely.

Sylvie is basically a clone of Loki, she is a variant.  But she absolutely robbed the spotlight of Loki’s, and they literally call her the superior Loki.  I mean, they are literally not even being subtle about this.  And there was a feeling by myself (and a lot of other viewers) that Sylvie might ultimately replace Loki in the MCU. 

Black Hole Sue

Much like a black hole, this is a Mary Sue who "sucks in" the plot and characters to her. Characters will behave outside their personalities, logic will be defied, and rules will be broken for her sake.

Sylvie really does suck up all the plot and Loki definitely behaves outside of his personality just to fit the Sylvie show.

Jerk Sue

A Mary Sue who is mean or maybe even cruel, but are still treated as an ideal person.

Once again, Sylvie is basically a jerk all of episode three, but you’ve got Loki falling over himself to call her amazing in just the next episode.

Relationship Sue

A Mary Sue who exists to be the perfect mate for a specific character...this character has everything in the plot conspiring to enforce this One True Pairing...in Fanfiction, they are the perfect beloved of a canon character.

They literally have Mobius speculate that Loki falling in love with Sylvie is so extraordinary that it causes an entire Nexus event, that’s how huge this One True Pairing is (!).  And Sylvie is the love interest of Loki, the only character who had been around before the beginning of the series

TLDR: Sylvie has all the tropes of a classic Mary Sue character.  So calling Sylvie a Mary Sue isn’t being sexist or just randomly hating on the character.  If you use common Mary Sue characteristics to examine the character, she just has too many of these characteristics to ignore.

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

nEW SESSION (summary here!), where there’s been an unexpected development to the music issue and its time to [checks my notes] taLK TO THE PROPHET AND BREAK INTO SUSIE’S APARTMENT??? Also, the Prophet and Joey have made.... a truce(???), Prophet is concerned Sammy isn’t going to stay on task now that music is returning and has left him a sort of alarming note, and Jack is uh, trying to hold, too many things, maybe some things he shouldn’t be holding, Jack please put those things back,

anyway heres a stack of out-of-context quotes from our session under the readmore:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] My favourite thing is, there are so many reasons that Henry could've avoided things that I have no idea WHY Henry isn't affected. [Jack] Like, is he not affected because his art isn't a performance? Is he not affected because he warded his house? Is he not affected because he'S FILLED WITH GLOWING BLOOD?!?

[Jack] He got as far as feeding his cat, and I feel like feeding cat isn't a performance-- [Sammy] Not usually, not unless you sing a song to your cat, which-- [Jack] Awww! [Sammy] -- which, now that I've said that, sounds like something Jack would do actually,

[Sammy] Ohhhh, that's right, Joey just heard some people play some bad notes and start panicking, and then he stood up and passed out, [Jack] Which is probably how Sammy feels every time he hears people mess up music!

[GM] He finds news on the radio, but they’re not talking about that right now. [Joey] What are they talking about? [GM] Something mundane; business or sports or something. [Jack] The, the sportsball team, got a…..uh….. a, a point. Congratulations, sportsball,

[Joey] If the sportscasters sound normal, then Joey is instantly VERY ANGRY.

[Henry] Henry’s not very musically inclined, but he knows some songs, [Sammy] Like, can you hum Twinkle Twinkle Little Star -- [Jack] “Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

[Jack] Jack has made a vague list of the kinds of people who seem to be affected. [Jack] There’s also “NOT HENRY?????” with a bunch of question marks in this list.

[GM] He’s told that Peter is out of town for a week. [Jack] Hmm. [Sammy] PETER WHERE ARE YOU GOING? [Jack] Hmmmmmm. [Sammy] Jack, is Peter coming here, to check on you, [Jack] HMMMMMMMMMMMMM,

[Sammy] *exasperated* NPCs Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Challenge [Henry] Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Or Draw 25

[Joey] Peter had never seen a Bendy cartoon, and this needed to be fixed. [Joey] The premier is this weekend, and he sent tickets to Pete to correct this, error, in his ways. [Jack] ...I think it is very slowly dawning on Jack, that this means that Pete has been pulled directly into yet another… supernatural nonsense... [Sammy] WE DIDNT DO THIS ONE!!

[Sammy] I CAN’T BELIEVE PHONES ARE THE ANTAGONIST OF THIS ADVENTURE

[Henry] Oh wait--! oh, no, nevermind, I forgot he and Allison probably aren’t together yet. [Sammy] Yeah, I think they just met; they had a meet-cute where they found out they both like Frankenstein and that’s it. [Jack] They actually got married today, since nothing else was happening at the Studio, [Sammy] That’s why Allison hasn’t shown up, she was busy getting married!

[GM] Bendy might’ve been keeping tabs on Henry, but it depends I guess on how distressed Joey is seeming. [Joey] Joey is probably just going to bury his sorrow in studying magic. [GM] Okay! That’s fine and normal Joey behaviour!

[Sammy] Sammy will note that nothing got done in the music department, because he has good priorities.

[Jack] I like the idea that it’s just like, when the teacher isn’t in, and nobody does the work the substitute teacher gave you, [Jack] Everyone’s just playing pokemon in the back, [GM] I thought you were going to say “poker,” but I like the way you ended the sentence better.

[Jack] HMMMMMM. I wonder if we know, any suspicious women, who were around on that specific day, who are known to have, skill and interest in magical things,  [Joey] And also were aware of the cutouts, [Sammy] *cheerfully* Yeah, weird! Anyway!!!!

[Jack] Sammy was acting weird about Allison. Far too agreeable for a Sammy!

[Sammy] *talking about Prophet* If you want to lock him in somewhere, or restrain him, I’ll cooperate. [Jack] Just handcuff him to Jack! [Sammy] SAMMY IS UNEASY WITH THAT PLAN, [Jack] *laughing* What could go wrong! It’s not like Jack is significantly less strong or anything!!

[Jack] Not everyone makes up their entire self, Joey!!! (Affectionate)!!

[Sammy] I give my word, my sheep! [Henry] How good is your word? [Sammy] I mean. It’s pretty good.

[Henry] Henry’s trying to decide if it would be rude to doodle during this very serious conversation. [Jack] I mean, Jack is taking notes, so I feel like-- [Joey] --you can get away with fake note-ing. [GM] No one will know! [GM] Well, Bendy will know, because he’s up high. [GM] Ceiling Bendy

[Sammy] He’s not gonna give you a grade afterwards, like, this isn’t a lecture, [Jack] Time for Prophet Pop Quiz!

[GM] What’s Prophet writing? [Sammy] Um, I gotta think about this... [Jack] “Dear Frightened Shepherd, that Allison person sure is nice, isn’t she?” [GM] “What’s up with everyone ragging on her?” [Joey] “I think I have finally found a way to bridge the gap between us!” [Jack] “I think you need to replace your sheep, they seem kind of suspicious for no reason,” [Jack] “To Do List: Get Better Sheep”

[Sammy] Does this feel like something that’s trying to take his focus, like, very compelling creative ideas? [GM] Yes. [Sammy] ...Prophet will write “don’t get distracted” five more times.

[GM] His mind is abuzz with thoughts of dancing and actoring, [GM] Ideas to be the best Joey ever! [Jack] Oh no.

[Joey] He will wave at the cutout and make a “come here” motion. [Joey] Though also, he’s looking at the cutout like, I’m not quite sure how this works, but I’m going to trust you that it works! So I’m going to do this and see if Bendy shows up! [Jack] Like someone trying to learn how to do phone video calls for the first time, [Joey] YES. Joey’s actually like really close to the cutout, and the motions -- you can make them out, but it’s really awkward,

[Sammy] They’re in no danger. I will take care of the Shepherd’s sheep. [Jack] ...JACK’S BEEN DOWNGRADED!! He’s no longer PROPHET’S sheep!

[Joey] I like how everything Prophet says really just feels like, Knife Cat face.

[GM] You could probably make a Mythos roll to figure it out. [Joey] *rolls* Oh! Extreme success! [GM] Joey’s back!

[GM] Bendy will lead Joey back to the room, where hopefully there are three alive, non-fighting boys!

[Jack] Part of me was like, “What if Jack DOES turn into a cat…?! It’d be pretty hard to write things!” [GM] *laughs* We’ll keep that in our back pocket, in case Jack ever fails a Mythos check. [Jack] Meowthos check…

[Henry] I’m going to have Henry look, look with his Special Eyes.

[Sammy] *failing a roll* Prophet is just, NOT on the ball today, in any way shape or form. [GM] Really hard not to think about music. : ) [Sammy] Ohhhhhh boy, [Jack] Prophet just writes a note to Sammy that says “HOW do you LIVE like this???”

[Henry] Henry’s gonna try to scribble what he remembers of the symbol!  [Sammy] Didn’t we learn, from the last scenario, about reproducing weird symbols, [Henry] No.

[Joey] Did Joey get burnt? [GM] Make a dexterity roll! : ) [Henry] *mumbling* Y’all this entire building is made of wood. *Joey fails* [GM] 1 point of damage, you singe your hand -- on the plus side, you kind of were holding it as it burned up, so it doesn’t fall on the wooden floor. [Sammy] OH GOOD, we’re not LOCKED IN A CLOSET that’s about to burn down? GREAT!

[Joey] We could head over to the infirmary -- [Jack] Jack is already pulling the burn ointment out of his bag. [Jack] He’s prepared this time! [Jack] He’s been practicing, he knows what you’re all like,

[Joey] Joey will give him a smile that’s most recognisable as the “I know you will do good!” smile. [Sammy] Prophet will also smile! It is not a friendly smile. [Jack] It’s a “smile” in quotation marks, but it’s like, baring your teeth as an act of aggression. 

[Jack] Jack lets him go to do the call, but just before he picks up the phone, he says, “Don’t call him Petey.”

[GM] The phone rings, and is not answered. [Joey] Okay! Joey hangs up, says Peter checked into his room, but is not answering. Most likely asleep. [Jack] Half of my brain is going, “what if he’s just stood outside Jack’s house?” The other half of my brain is concerned about manias. I hope he’s not decided that now is a really great time to do more writing, and now he can’t stop, and this could go wrong-- [Jack] This is what Jack’s mind is doing, thinking of all the terrible possibilities. [Joey] While humming. [Jack] ...yes. He’s writing some very troubling lyrics.

[Sammy] *talking about Jack’s compulsive humming* Like Cornifer, [Jack] *starts humming Cornifer’s theme* Dangit, now it’s in my head, why would you do this to me? [Sammy] It’s in character! [Sammy] Method acting. : )

[Joey] Joey’s going to grab supplies to make sure Bendy can… hang around with them! [Joey] Sleepover supplies! Let’s grab your sleepover bag! :D

[Sammy] I don’t know why the idea of a wild Bendy running around across the rooftops is so cute to me… [GM] Probably on all fours, [Jack] Scampering,

[Jack] It’s a good thing Henry’s around because I don’t think Jack can… carry??? An entire Sammy??? [Jack] Like he’s good at holding but he’s not strong at holding.

[Joey] We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours… [Joey] WAIT. We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours!!!

[GM] Bendy hides under a blanket or something. [Jack] Comfey… [GM] Cozy boy, [Joey] Bendyrito. [Sammy] BENDYRITO,…….. [GM] Rolled up… snug...

[GM] Is everybody coming into the apartment, or just the two? [Jack] Hmmm….. Jack isn’t fond of either of these options. Going in is suspicious and weird; staying outside makes it look even more like they’re breaking in, to steal things, as opposed to, y’know, breaking in, for,,, “good” reasons(???) [Sammy] We’re not breaking in, we’re just walking into this apartment! What’s so weird about that?! [Jack] That’s breaking in. That’s what breaking in is, Sammy. [Sammy] They don’t have to know that we don’t belong here, maybe Susie gave us a key! [Jack] ...they heard us knocking. [Sammy] [Sammy] We’re BEING POLITE!! SHUT UP!!

[Henry] Jack, did you pick up kleptomania.. [Joey] I thought Jack picked up Being Prepared! [Jack] H-he’s just hoarding a little bit!! It’s fine!!! It’s very, useful, see, already Joey got injured!! It was useful to bring lots of things with him okay!!!!!!!!!

[GM] They do not have the police called on them, so that’s nice. [Sammy] Oh good! [Jack] Thank GOODNESS. [Henry] Love when that happens! [GM] If you guys got arrested, the Lurker’s just out in the car all night, [Henry] oh NO, [Jack] Worse punishment than jail… [Joey] Lurker learns how to drive for fun. [GM] *laughs* Gets curious, [Joey] “I said I wouldn’t leave the car, but--”

[Joey] WAIT. There’s a very important factor that we just decided but didn’t say. [GM] Oh? [Joey] If we have Henry heading home, and everyone else sleep over at Jack’s…. [Joey] ...the Lurker finally gets to meet a cat. *everyone gasps* [Jack] Oh that’s SO important

[Henry] And Henry will probably look at these, while in the car, to make sure they don’t have any gold writing on them-- [Sammy] Isn’t Henry driving??? [Henry] ……Henry is not going to look at them in the car,

[Sammy] We’re all going to bed, Sammy, you don’t need a banjo to sleep! [Joey] You might sleep worse if you have a banjo, actually. You might not stop.

[Sammy] Jack you wanna join us? We’re gonna just jam all night! [Jack] It really is Jammy… [Sammy] *laughs* TRUE Jammy!! Real Jammy Hours… [GM] That makes it a pyJAMa party… a real jammy jam…

[underrated-love]

Table Eight

Type | Angst to fluff

Characters | Timeskip!Fukunaga x gn reader

Warnings | none really? mentions of getting stood up? Timeskip spoilers

Summary |  You get stood up on a date, but don’t worry, there’s a cute chef there to cheer you up

Words | 1.5k

A/N | Ooh by I was rushing to get this finished in time for his birthday :’) The best boy who deserves so much more content, and I will solely provide it if I have to. Considering he's a comedian now, I think he would probably talk a bit more then he used to

Hmm I’ve been working on this on and off for a while, trying to get it right, but it just didn’t come out the way I wanted? I definitely like it, but it could've been better, ya know?

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You watched as the time on your phone ticked over, signifying that you'd been here for over an hour. Sighing, you clicked onto your messages. Nothing new, no reply to the text you'd sent to the guy you were supposed to be meeting up with.

He stood you up. Things were going so well between the two of you in the beginning, but the moment you wanted to meet everything seemed to go downhill. Honestly, you should've expected this; he would take hours to reply, and when he did it was never more than a few texts.

Bringing your hands to your face you sat there for a moment, contemplating your options. You could go home, but you’d have to wait for your friend to pick you up, seeing as you’d walked here; and there was no way you'd be walking back alone at almost 9 pm. That meant that you would have to wait at this restaurant even longer, and you hadn't even ordered anything.

As if on cue, your stomach rumbled, startling you more than you would admit. Bringing up your phone once again, you blocked his number and texted your friend, telling them that things didn't work out and you needed a ride. You set your phone down on the table, feeling it tilt as you shifted your weight, polished wood creaking under you. This diner wasn’t the most sophisticated place someone would usually go for a first date, but considering your current predicament, your choice seemed perfect.

It wasn't your fault he stood you up, you knew that, but that doesn't take away the way it hurt. Maybe you could have avoided this, if only you had predicted it...

Snatching the menu from where it had been sitting on the table all night, you just stared at it, eyes glossing over the words. At least you could make it seem like you were going to order. It probably only took a minute or two, but it felt like much longer, before someone was clearing their throat near you.

“Are uh, you okay? You’ve been sitting here for quite a while.” It was one of the servers, holding a pitcher of water in one hand, and a notepad in the other. “Can I get you anything?”

Glancing over the menu one last time, you didn’t look him in the eyes, knowing you would break down. Instead, you focused on his short hair, the lighting above you turning the brown a more pinkish colour. “Just get me whatever the chef would recommend.”

He gave you a quick nod, scribbled something on his notepad and left to take other patrons’ orders, never mind that you were one of the only people in the diner.

Eleven minutes later—you had been counting, someone you could only assume was the chef stepped from the kitchen. With both hands, he held a plate of food you couldn't recognize. He looked over the diner, presumably searching for your table number, number eight. The chefs’ hat he wore shifted as he turned, strands of dark hair peeking out from under it.

Helping him out a little you shifted your table number toward the center where he would be able to see it better. It didn't take him long to see you, considering there were even fewer people than before. He set your food down in front of you and you were finally able to get a good look at it. It was some sort of orange rice dish mixed with seafood.

“Oh thank you, and uh, I don’t mean to be rude but what is this?”

“Paella, a specialty of mine,” he supplied with a small smile, “it’s great with a little extra seasoning.”

Reaching for the salt you thanked him for the food, it really did look delicious. “And how much is this gonna come to? I should make sure I have enough money beforehand.”

“It’s on the house, you look like you’ve had a night peppered with disappointments,” he said, a chuckle escaping him as he slid the pepper shaker over to you. “Well I better get back to the kitchen, hopefully the rest of your night goes well.”

You watched as he walked back to the kitchen, stopping halfway to answer a question from a customer. He looked back at you after he opened the door to the kitchen, throwing you a quick thumbs-up, then he was gone.

You couldn't deny that he was cute, but the fact that he made a pun was like the icing on the top of a cake. You don't know when you had started smiling, but you definitely didn't stop until the sound of his voice left your head. 

The paella was amazing. Cooked perfectly—and thanks to his advice, the right amount of seasoning. You’d have to thank him the next time you saw him.

Checking your phone, you read the text from your friend saying they would arrive in just over ten minutes. You yawned, glancing at the time. 9:16 pm. Resting your head and arms on the table, you figured you could rest until your friend got here.

Once again, the sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention. It was the pink-haired server from before, whose nametag read Hanamaki. He gestured to your empty plate, leaning to pick it up, “Are you done with this? Looks like you enjoyed it.”

“Yeah I'm done, it was really good. But are you sure I don't have to pay? I’d feel bad just eating it like that,” you reached to grab your wallet, fully ready to pay whatever it cost.

“Nah it’s fine.” He brushed you off, wiping down your table with a cloth, “could you pass me the table number?”

You grabbed the small card, looking at the number before handing it to him, “Well thank you, I really appreci-eight it.”

He stopped, a look that you could only describe as a mix between disappointment and fighting off a smile adorning his face as he shook his head at you. Somewhere behind you came a familiar chuckle, then the cute chef appeared next to you, no longer with his hat or apron, but a bag slung over his shoulder.

Hanamaki sighed lightheartedly, turning to his chef co-worker, “Alright, two joke-makers is enough for me, could you close up, Fukunaga?” He asked, already walking away.

The chef, Fukunaga apparently, nodded to him and slid into the chair across from you. 

“Wait, close up? I didn’t realize I’ve been here so long, I’m so sorry, I was just waiting on my friend to pick me up. I can leave if you want?” You offered, scrambling to grab your belongings. 

He dismissed you with a small shake of his head, “It’s fine, I’ve got some time to kill anyway. Wanna tell me what's been bothering you all night?”

“No, no, I don’t want to bother you with my troubles,” you started, but the look on his face told you he didn’t mind listening to you ramble. “Hmm, well, if you insist,” and you told him about the night you’ve had. The guy that stood you up, having to wait for your friend to pick you up, the amazing paella he cooked for you.

At this point, you were thankful your date hadn't shown up; if he did you probably would have ignored him in favor of your cute chef anyway.

In turn, Fukunaga told you a bit about himself, although in fewer words than you had used. He told you about his part-time job here as a chef, mainly because being a comedian doesn't pay as well as it should, and how he was heading somewhere after he closed up to perform one of his comedy acts.

“So you’re a comedian? That explains the love for puns! Maybe I could come to one of your shows sometime?” You were half-joking, but the way Fukunaga sat up a little straighter at your suggestion meant he liked the idea anyway.

Your phone buzzed beside you. Once. Twice. On the third buzz, you finally tore yourself away from the conversation you were invested in. They were texts from your friend, letting you know they were here, and you should hurry up and get in the car.

Finally standing up to leave, you thanked Fukunaga one last time for the paella, and once more for waiting with you when he could’ve closed up. “I’ll be sure to come here more often, and next time I had better get to hear more of your jokes.”

He held the door open for you with his shoulder as you walked out, giving you two thumbs up, “I’ll be sure to reserve table eight for you.” He paused looking away for a second, “I got no puns for that one. But I’ll be looking forward to it.” 

The second you stepped into the car, your friend bombarded you with questions, but one stood out more than the rest, “Why do you look so happy? I thought that guy stood you up?”

“Oh yeah, he absolutely did. But that might’ve been one of the best nights I’ve had.”

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