#i bet she is a very cute six year old

[gay-otlc]

Jolie Ruewen is 6 years old right now omg

[theorphicangel]

if there was one thing you hated, it was your roommate. Sukuna.

ever since you moved in it seemed that your roommate has had a vendetta against you. whether it was setting up the shower's temperature to be freezing cold when it was your turn or eating your leftovers or letting his dishes pile up in the sink or leave his laundry lying around, you knew one thing and one thing only.

you hated him.

so much so that you wouldn't even speak to him. whenever the two of you were in the kitchen for breakfast, the atmosphere would be dead silent. only the clinking of cutlery and the scraping of chairs could be heard, the two of you preferring to mindlessly scroll on social media rather than speak to each other.

you didn't really speak to sukuna unless necessary and it was the same vice versa.

until a random weekend came by and a little visitor came knocking on your door.

knock, knock.

'come in-'

your bedroom door is pushed open but hestantly at first almost as if the person outside is struggling.

expecting to see a figure, you're stunned when no one enters. you were sure to hear a knock and panic surges through your body at the idea of an intruder in your flat.

you're ready to hide until you glance down.

oh.

'sorry i thought this was the bathroom-'

a little boy, no older than what seems to be six years old is at your door. you've never seen him in his life but there's certain hints which help you figure out who he might be known to. that familiar pink hair and chubby cheeks help guide your guess that he's related to your one and only roommate.

'oh...' you lean back and swivel in your chair. you turn away from your open laptop and abandon your university work to give your full attention to the boy.

'sorry' the boy blushes, ready to head out. 'I'll leave-'

'are you sukuna's brother?' you interruption.

the boy shakes his head, his face getting redder by the second. 'he's my uncle.'

you nod silently. righttttt, that should make sense.

an awkward silence filled between the two of you. you're hesitant on what to say as the boy stands nervously in your room.

' he doesn't like you very much' he announces aloud.

you bite back a choke.

'how come?' you bite back any spite in your voice. it's not his fault, i mean, it doesn't take a genius to work out that you're not Sukuna's favourite person.

'my uncle says you stink and don't clean up after yourself.'

'maybe your uncle should have thought twice before putting up an advert for a roommate, he doesn't seem to get along with anyone.'

'he doesn't. he argues with my dad a lot.' the boy agrees.

'i bet.' you reply 'and he is the one that stinks not me. Have you smelt him after he goes to the gym, ugh' you fan a hand from your nose, implying a nasty smell.

Yuji laughs, dimples appearing on each corner of his cheek. It's hard to believe that the two were related. How could anything that shares Sukuna's blood be so sweet and cute.

'yuji!' a voice calls out. a voice you are all too familiar with.

ah, so that was his name.

'what did I tell you about going into other people's rooms without ask-' sukuna's voice comes to a halt once he realises you're also present.

'oh. you're home.'

'i am.'

Sukuna clears his throat at the low tone you address towards him. he introduces the little boy. 'this is yuji, my nephew.'

'nice to meet you, yuji' you smile. the boy smiles back with a light blush coming across his cheeks adding a shy wave.

soon enough an awkward silence appears between the three of you. sukuna and yuji stood awkwardly. it's not long before yuji decides to break the silence.

'wanna play uno with me?'

you and sukuna answer at the same time.

'no she doesn't'

'of course.'

Sukuna scowls, 'I'm making dinner for you, you brat so you can't play.'

'we can play whilst you cook for us.' you chime in.

Sukuna throws a glare straight at you. now you've gotten yuji's hopes up as his face lights up with excitement. 'us? there is no us? you little-'

'let's go Yuji,' you outstretch your hand as you stand. 'we can't let uncle sukuna play because he cheats and hides the cards in his bum'

'I do no-'

'do too!' you exclaim as yuji giggles loudly. you wink as you walk past grabbing Yuji's little hand.

you - 1

sukuna - nil

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Just a cute, fluffy fic from Wayne's pov

💞

"Hey Wayne, how do you know you're in love?" Eddie asks him as they eat dinner that night. Wayne nearly choked on the pasta he was eating but covered himself by gulping down some coffee.

Shit, he needs something a little stronger for this, like when he had the talk with Eddie a few years ago, that was awkward as hell for the both of them.

Fortunately for Wayne's heart, Eddie kept his love life a secret. There were a couple people that weren't serious, but that's as far as Wayne knew. Eddie asking about love, though? This was new.

"I haven't got time for falling in love, Uncle Wayne, I have way too much shit to worry about, and it's a bunch of bullshit anyway", were the words of Eddie just a year ago.

Wayne knew his nephew craved love but at the same time viewed it cynically, so whoever this person was must be special to change his views.

"Why'd you ask boy?" Eddie's cheeks turn pink and he shrugs, gulps down the warm coffee and almost scalds his tongue. "Ahh shit!" his eyes widen when there's a knock on the trailer door, and Wayne gets up to answer it; he knows who it is even before he answers.

You're standing on the step, a D&D book tucked under your arm, smiling at Wayne with just a little bit of shyness this time which was an improvement.

You hurry inside and tell Eddie you'll set the books up in his room.

For six months, you'd been visiting the new trailer (all paid for by the government, so no questions were asked about the old one), and it took a while for you to relax around him; now that you did, it was like your second home and Wayne was used to you being here.

You had been visiting on your own, but sometimes with Harrington and Dustin, Wayne doesn't know what went on during Spring Break, just that Eddie was injured during the earthquake, and you were there for him every step of the way.

His wounds had healed but left scars, and sometimes Eddie woke up screaming after horrendous nightmares, not when you were around, though. When you were around it helped Eddie, helped the both of you work towards healing.

The fact that both of you were obviously falling head over heels in love with each other, is something that Wayne has kept quiet about, waiting until Eddie approached him about it.

Today was the day.

Wayne smiles gruffly. "This about your girl?" he nods to you as you head into Eddie's room and Eddie's cheeks darken even more.

"Yeah, yeah it is. She's amazing, isn't she, Wayne?" he enthuses; I just wanted to ask. How do you know it's love? I mean shit, I uh look at her, and she feels like home, and I don't want to be with anyone else ever; I feel like I can be myself around her, and she'd never judge me; she makes me tongue-tied and my heart races and she's so distracting and I... I'm in love with her" he sighs content then looks up at Wayne panicked.

"Shit, I don't even know if she feels the same?" Wayne sighs, he adores his nephew, but the boy is completely oblivious at times.

"Son, she looks at you like you hung the moon so why don't you quit horsing around and ask her out" Eddie looks like all of his Christmases have come at once.

"You really think so?" He asks hopefully and his eyes light up when Wayne nods. "Maybe I will talk to her then" Wayne then proceeds to watch his nephew practically melt at the sight of you; that was something that so very rarely happened with Eddie, so he was completely smitten.

Here's hoping that he did pluck up the courage to talk to you.

❤️

It's late when Wayne comes home from work; the TV is on, so Eddie is still up, and Wayne would bet that you're here too.

Wayne sees the two of you giggling together, holding hands and exchanging kisses, there's a big soppy smile on Eddie's face and he only has eyes for you.

About damn time. Also, Hopper owes him a glass of his best scotch so he will make sure to collect that too.

💞

[nikethestatue]

How the Mating Went

(In celebration of the impromptu Elain Archeron Week, because I can)

There were things that Elain Archeron preferred to keep a secret. Her family was nosy and everyone liked being in each other's business. Yes, it was cute at times, adorable even, but also annoying and intrusive.

The things that she kept secret varied in terms of importance. For example, she didn't like that restaurant that Rhys insisted they go to. The restaurant itself was fine, and the atmosphere was lovely, but the food...Elain couldn't stomach the food. But she pretended that she enjoyed it. That was a small thing. A bigger thing was that she knew how to winnow--but she hadn't told anyone. Not her sisters, not her friends. She wasn't sure why that was exactly. Perhaps, she wanted to keep a bit of freedom for herself. The other small thing was that she really didn't like anything with cinnamon. When she made spiced cakes in the fall, she usually omitted it, and it didn't seem like anyone noticed it. Well, maybe he noticed it. But he never said anything. He never said anything to her anymore. It hurt her. It hurt her heart not to hear from him, not to hear his voice, not to have him address her. It hurt.

That was, perhaps, her greatest secret. A secret that she kept deep inside her chest and never dared to speak of. Not even to the twins. It was simple, really. She was in love.

Elain Archeron loved a man. Well, a male. She never wanted a male, and didn't think that a day would ever come when she'd desire one. She didn't want a mate or a male. But this one--he was the one she loved. And if he was her mate, she wouldn't have minded it. But he wasn't and he wouldn't be. She loved him in secret. She loved him in silence. She loved him through unshed tears, with a smile plastered on her face. She loved him into the void.

Lastly, another thing that she kept a secret, was her newly discovered obsession with nightball. It was Prythian's premiere spectator sport. Where she came from, there were sporting tournaments, and tennis, and jousting, especially among the wealthy noblemen. When she was young, she and Nesta and their parents would go to the races, watching and even betting on ponies. Once, she even won six gold coins. Her mother had said that it would go towards her dowry. Elain was seven years old.

Nightball was a simple game, played between two teams--the objective was to throw a ball into a net. it was basic enough, but magic could be used, so each team had two winnowers and two racers, who ran like the wind. There were two defenders, who could erect walls of fire and air, and two fliers, who were winged Fae.

Elain would sneak out to go to the stadium to watch the games. She lied to Feyre, telling her that she was going to help elderly Fae in the city. She didn't. Well, sometimes she did--but she also had purchased tickets for 24 season games and when her favourite team was playing--the Golden Dragons--she winnowed wherever they played and attended the games. She'd scream herself hoarse, sweat through her tunic, and have the time of her life.

Today, the game happened to be in Day Court--it was her second favourite Court, after Summer. Day was beautiful, and its citizens certainly took their games very seriously. Their stadium was magnificent, made of white limestone and with the capacity to house many thousands of occupants.

The game was nerve-wracking. The Golden Dragons were playing the second best team in the League, the Dark Knights. The score was up and down the entire game, with one of the winnowers being taken out, and both fliers being ejected from the field by the referee. Elain was stress-screaming so much, she'd lost her voice. But the Dragons won and she was blissfully happy.

Now, she was walking down the marble promenade which overlooked the sea. It was warm and couples strolled alongside her, most carrying banners and insignia of their respective teams.

"Elain, wait up."

She turned around so swiftly at the sound of his voice, she almost fell over. His hand clasped around her upper arm and he steadied her, but not before she bounced against his chest, face first.

"What are you...how do you...why? How did you...you know..." she began babbling incoherently.

"I watch you," he said simply.

"What? Why?" she exclaimed, completely flustered.

He wrapped his long strong fingers around her fist and walked next to her. An Illyrian Shadowsinger was an unusual sight here, in Day Court, and he was stared at. He didn't react.

"Why are you here?" she repeated.

"Because I can't look away."

"What...what do you mean?" she murmured.

"Just that. I can't help but watch you. And when I can't watch you, I worry about you. That you know how to winnow makes it even harder for me. So I watch you when I can. And when I can't, I am tormented by the worst thoughts."

"What thoughts?"

"That you are with another male," he admitted. "Or that you are hurt and I cannot help you."

"I don't want any males," she huffed irritably.

He smiled sadly.

"I know."

They walked in silence for a long time.

There wasn't anything to say.

But he didn't release her hand.

Once out of the promenade, they stepped out onto a plaza where food stalls sold everything from fried fish, to fruit pies, to drinks and ale.

"Buy me a sweet ice," she requested.

"Alright," he nodded, "what flavour would you like?"

Elain stopped to read the offerings--raspberry, cherry, lemon, orange, coffee, almond, pistachio.

"Cherry," she said. "What's your favourite?"

"Hmmm, I am not sure," his eyes scanned the sign. "Caramel, I think."

"You like sweet on sweet."

"When you aren't allowed even a dab of honey on your lips for the length of your childhood, sweet on sweet sounds very good," he told her.

She blushed. She shouldn't have said it. She shouldn't have said anything.

"So cherry then?" he confirmed, counting some coins in his palm.

He hadn't let go of her hand though.

"No, I changed my mind," she shook her head. "I want caramel."

"Oh, so sweet on sweet then?" he teased.

Once he paid, he handed her the sweet ice and they walked towards the sea. The sun was setting. Dusk. The sea was calm, the surf smooth and quiet, like soft brushes of paint on canvas.

Elain stopped, admiring the view. It was endless ocean and endless sky in front of her, and next to her, the only one she wanted to stand with. Endless life. Endless love.

He was quiet. As always.

She exhaled. The words fell from her lips.

"I think you are my mate'," Elain said clearly.

Then she handed him the sweet caramel ice.

Sweet on sweet.

"So eat."

He ate.

[carlsdarling]

OML PLEASEEEE DO MORE OLDER READER AND CARL HCS IM BEGGING!!!! I just wanna take care of him :(

Carl x Older! Reader headcanons Part III

More headcanons. A lot of requests for this so I decided to do that now... Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

Glenn showed you some pictures of Carl that he took with a Polaroid camera during the time in the prison. Carl was 13 or 14 years old back then, and you were enchanted by the pictures. "You were so cute," you purred against Carl's neck in bed at night. "I was never cute! I was already an adult back then and could handle a gun," Carl protested angrily. "Yes, you were really cute," you giggled. "Especially that picture of you sitting on the stairs with Beth. I bet you had a crush on her." The fact that Carl blushed proved that you'd hit the nerve. "Glenn shouldn't have shown you those pictures," Carl growled.

When the two of you are alone, Carl likes to call you his little cougar.

Carl makes a point of always appearing strong and being the one to care for you, but he's very emotionally vulnerable. On more than one occasion, you have had to comfort him because someone has made a silly remark about his eye. It hurts you when Carl is sad.

A few times you have played nasty tricks on people who have insulted Carl afterwards - making a mess in their houses or mixing mice faeces into their cereal boxes. It makes you unspeakably furious when someone is rude to Carl. There's now a fragile peace with Negan, but whenever he shows up in Alexandria, you can't help but insult him because Carl told you how Negan made him cry when he was younger.

For Carl's 19th birthday, you organized a surprise party at your house, and he was so happy. Michonne helped you get everything ready. At first she was very reserved towards you because she didn't appreciate the age gap, but now she and Rick have realized that you and Carl have serious feelings for each other.

Carl recently moved in with you and you think it's wonderful to be living with him now. It just feels right now that you've been together for six months.

You keep condoms in every room because you never know when you're going to get it on. You have a very high condom requirement. If possible, Carl always brings some with him when he goes on a supply tour. Some people have already noticed this and are constantly teasing him about it. Daryl in particular can't help it. "Carl, honestly, how many of these thingies do you need every day?"

You fucked in every room of the house - even in the kitchen, where you sat on the edge of the table and Carl positioned himself in front of you to penetrate you. He held your hips in a firm grip and thrust into you passionately, spurred on by the fact that you were moaning loudly and begging him. "Carl, harder! Even harder! Go faster!" you whimpered, digging your fingernails into his slender, smooth back. "You're so wanting," Carl gasped as he increased his pace and finally spilled his seed into you with a scream, his heart beating wildly. After that event, you had to grin every time someone came to visit, sat down at the table and you served coffee.

Carl doesn't like to get up early, and when he has the morning shift for guard duty, it's hard work for you to get him out of bed on time. Now you can place Michonne's gleeful laughter when she said when Carl moved in: "Have fun, Y/N, when Carl has to get up early. You'd best take the bed covers off him." But Carl clings to the covers and grumbles sleepily at you.

When Carl has had a difficult day, he is very quiet in the evening, very clingy and very cuddly.

You are so happy to have Carl. There are lots of girls his age in Alexandria who would love to be with him, but he chose you.

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Tags: @tessasweet @taylormarieee @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808 @xxcarlswifexx

[leiawritesstories]

babe, it's cold out there

written for @throneofglassmicrofics November prompts "bluster" & "chill" (and probably a few others lmao)

some cute fluff to take my mind off election day yippee!!

word count: 851

warnings: none!

enjoy!!

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Aelin tugged the front door shut with a shiver, and it closed behind her with a thump that immediately raised a rapid patter of little footsteps from upstairs. Within two minutes, the kids had ambushed her, flinging their little arms around her legs and waist and clamoring over each other to tell Mama about their day.

"Your nose is pink, Mama!" Charlotte announced, pressing her finger to the tip of Aelin's nose as she snuggled into her mother's arms.

"It's awfully windy outside, honey," Aelin chuckled, kissing her six-year-old daughter's head.

Charlotte nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Daddy had to rake the leaves out of the driveway before you got home!"

"We jumped in the piles!" Bran added, beaming. He was seven, and anything that allowed him to make a mess all over the yard was his favorite activity. "I jumped soooo much!"

"I bet you did, B." Aelin hugged her older son, who wrinkled his nose and squirmed away before she could plop a kiss on his head too.

Lana, the oldest at nine and a half, scoffed under her breath as Aelin let Charlotte down. "And you got leaves in your underwear too."

"Did not!" Bran shrieked, indignant.

"Did too!" Lana stuck her tongue out at him. "Dad said it looked like you peed your pants."

"Shut up, La-La!" Outraged, Bran lunged at his big sister, who dodged and hid behind her mother.

Aelin caught him before he could start throwing fists. "Bran, buddy, you know that's not gonna get you anywhere, and you probably don't want Lana to hit you back."

"She's being mean, Mama," he complained, folding his arms across his chest, turquoise eyes narrowed in indignation.

"Did you have fun jumping in the leaves?"

"Yeah."

"Then don't let what Lana says bother you, okay?"

He huffed a childish sigh, the anger seeping from his small body. "Okay." His eyes brightened. "I got Declan to jump with me!"

"Did you, now?" Laughter sparkled in Aelin's eyes.

Lana snickered. "Dec wanted to do a belly flop, and we watched him to make sure he didn't get hurt."

"Gave me a damn heart attack." Rowan's voice interrupted Aelin's moment with her kids, and she turned to find her husband leaning against the entryway wall with a twin on each hip and a half smirk on his face.

"Don't be dramatic, Dad," Lana sighed, so much like her mother that it made Aelin laugh. "We're very responsible."

"That's my girl." Aelin wrapped her oldest in a hug, affectionately ruffling her blonde curls.

Lana peered at Aelin's face. "Lottie is right, Mom. Your nose is pink."

Aelin unwound the scarf that was looped around her neck. "Well, I had to be outside, and like you all know, it's pretty windy." She knelt down and opened her arms, and both of the twins came sprinting over, burying her in a bundle of three-year-old limbs and excitement. "Hi, little loves. What did you do at preschool today?"

"I make painting, Mama!" Rielle squealed right into Aelin's ear.

Aelin blinked, hiding her wince, and guided her youngest back a step. "I'm sure it's beautiful, sweetheart, but do you remember how we don't yell in people's ears?"

Rielle nodded. "I get my picture!" She ran out into the kitchen, and Aelin shook her head with a laugh as she turned to Declan, the older of the twins by eight whole minutes. "I heard you and Bran jumped in a big leaf pile."

His little face lit up. "I jump in leaves, Mama!" He spread his arms wide and flopped into her lap. "See?"

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah!" He beamed up at her before running back over to Rowan and demanding for Dada to pick him up.

Rowan chuckled and hoisted the little boy up into his arms. "How about we give Mama a little break, hmm? I'm sure she wants to warm her chilly self up." He shot her a wink.

She shrugged out of her jacket and flicked her scarf at him. "Babe, it's cold out there. It's perfect time for..." She paused, flashing her husband a smirk. "Hot cocoa."

"Yay!" all of the kids yelped, immediately bursting into pleas for the colored marshmallows and bickering over who got to have the Uncle Dorian mug. Dorian had prank-gifted Aelin and Rowan a mug that was 3-D printed in a cartoonish shape of his face, and for some inexplicable reason, her kids were obsessed with it.

"I'm beginning to feel outnumbered," Rowan said under his breath as he set Declan down and went over to Aelin, slipping his arms around her waist. "Who's going to tell the hooligans that they still have to eat all of their dinner even though they get hot cocoa before dinnertime?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can still put on your Stern Daddy face if you have to." She winked wickedly at him, muffling her giggle as his face went scarlet.

"You're a naughty, naughty woman," he mumbled, hiding his blush in her hair.

She just grinned and rose onto her tiptoes to kiss him. "You love it."

"Damn right, I do."

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[bratbarzal]

pls another crumb of the quinn fic so i have something to look forward to 😩

this seems very random but it's all I can give that isn't like.... a scene do you know what I mean lmao and it's a sweet introduction to their dynamic and I love them!!

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“So, Providence?” Quinn asks as he lifts himself the slightest bit onto the stool in front of the bar, leaning forward onto his elbows as he watches you bend to pick more bottles up.

“Sorry?” You frown, straightening back up.

“Your grandpa said you just got in last night from Rhode Island, right?” His eyes glint a little out of curiosity - an undeterminable shade that reminds you of the sea glass that you’d collect at the beach back home, his gaze soft and friendly at first, but you’re sure it could be sharper under the surface, dangerous even. You remember thinking when you were younger just how deep it could cut. “You guys are still in Providence?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shifting from under his stare and moving to put the bottles in their place in the refrigerator behind the bar. “Same place.”

“Oh, cool,” he perks up a little - enough to catch your eye, again, “I always remember that tire swing in your back yard, almost gave you concussion that time we tried to see who could do the most spins,”

Your lips twitch at the reminder - a long forgotten memory of Quinn hovering over you as you laid on the ground, blood oozing from a cut in your eyebrow where you’d hit your head on the floor when you fell off. You still have the scar.

“My mom hated that thing,” you chuckle, “Cut it down as soon as it caused a problem, she said it left me disfigured,”

“I don’t know, I kinda liked the scar,” he smiles, gaze lifting like he’s checking it’s still there, and you watch as a deepened line forms at the side of his mouth when he finds it, “Looked really cool in contrast to how cute you were.”

Cute.

Barely 5 minutes back in his company and he’s already making your heart do little bunny-hops in your chest. 

You always remember thinking Quinn was cute - or maybe it was something else, back then. He always had this look like his parents had left him in the sun a little too long - like they could ever corral him in, in the first place. Smatterings of freckles across his nose, a soft flush to rounded cheeks, eyes that seemed like they were always squinting against the light, adult teeth a little too big for his tiny head but he sort of made it work back then, and a messy mop of soft brown hair that he could never seem to fully tame.

You’re not quite sure you think he’s cute, now, though.

The guy is gorgeous.

It’s not the kind of beauty that’s in your face - it isn’t rippling muscle, perfect symmetry and smouldering good looks - it’s subtle, almost strikingly so. A softly hooked nose, a crooked smile that makes you a little nervous, and a low, steady tone to his voice that keeps you fixed on every word. 

“Speaking of,” you shake yourself from your reverie before it becomes humiliating, dipping back down to pick up more bottles, “What happened to your leg?”

“Extension surgery,” he sardonically smiles as he leans forward onto both elbows again, “They say 2 more procedures and I’ll be six foot three.”

“Wow,” you drag out, failing to hide the immediate laugh that spills from between your lips, like the two of you have already slipped straight into old habits - reminiscent of the years where you hit your growth spurt before he did and wouldn’t let him forget about it. You stopped growing a while back, though, and he’s got a good few inches on you now. “Only two? That’s quite the stretch.”

“Literally,” he perks up, and you wonder if he’s thinking the same - that you’re the only one he could make that joke with who would instantly play along. “They’re calling me a medical marvel.”

“I bet.”

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FORGOT TO SAY me and bernie were doing our homework for this fic earlier lmao

[conartisthaiji]

[image description: 9 slides from a slideshow. The slideshow has a white background with black text in comic sans. Each slide is as follows.

Slide One: Witch Hat Atelier, by a little witch academia fan (sorry in advance)

Slide Two: Basic Overview

NOT to be confused with Little Witch Academia 

yes, they both have a cheerful bad-at-magic lesbian who is in love with a grumpy magic prodigy lesbian (...i think) and yes, the uniform features cute little hats and robes and yes they are at a magic school and yes the two main teachers have homoerotic tension and…huh.

Just don’t call it witch hat academia (<-has done that)

Next to the words is the cover for the first volume of Witch Hat Atelier, which shows a blonde girl, Coco, cheerfully jumping down.

Slide Three: Blonde Akko Kagari

She’s blonde 

Her name is Coco 

Very sweet looking like i bet she’s just the nicest 

Probably had something tragic happen to her i bet it’s qifrey’s fault

Oh my god maybe this IS little witch academia 

Next to the text is the cover for the first volume of Witch Hat Atelier.

Slide Four: Not Olruggio

Lesbian (my mutuals told me so) (okay actually one of them had Agott over a lesbian flag as their profile but that’s basically the same thing) 

I did confuse her with Olruggio wha but no, she is a lesbian and her name is Agott. 

Rhymes with fa-i am forcibly removed from the room.

I just know she’s emo as hell like she looks like everything thirteen year old me would LOVE. unfortunately I am in my twenties. 

See next slide for blorbo.

Next to the text is the cover for the second volume of Witch Hat Atelier, which shows Agott sitting in a chair and staring out with a bored expression on her face.

Slide Five: Richeh!!!!!!!!

Blorbo-in-law 

I mean, she’s gonna be my blorbo now.

Look at her i love her she can do no wrong.

Her eyebrows are my fave thing about her like they are so expressive

Next to the text are two manga panels of Richeh, one showing her eating noodles from a bowl, and one showing her cheering with her arms raised. Text behind her says, "Riche is sold out!" Next to these panels is the cover for the fourth volume of Witch Hat Atelier, which shows Richeh sitting on the side of a cliff.

Slide Six: The little pink one

She’s…pink 

I hate to say it but i do not know anything about her 

Not even her name

Sorry to all fans of the little pink one 

I bet she’s the energetic/upbeat one of the group though

Next to the text is the cover for the fifth volume of Witch Hat Atelier, which shows a pink-haired girl leaping gleefully into the air.

Slide Seven: Qifrey without a U

It’s QI-FREY. No u. 

Now why is he wearing a one-lens sunglasses. Sun monocle. 

It’s probably just the cover art sorry Shirahama

Gay and sad i just know it 

Honestly i got nothing on this man

Next to the text is the cover for the third volume of Witch Hat Atelier, which shows Qifrey holding a book in one hand. One of the lenses on his glasses has been darkened.

Slide Eight: Not a teenage lesbian

So Olruggio is actually a teacher.

Upon closer inspection i see that his hair is not curly. I truly thought it was. Sorry Agott.

Qifrey may be gay and sad but Olruggio is gay sad and tortured about it 

Whatever is wrong with him has nothing on whatever the fuck is wrong with Qifrey i bet

Why is this picture so fucking pixelated.

Next to the text is the cover for the sixth volume of Witch Hat Atelier, which shows Olruggio jumping with his cloak flowing behind him. The picture is far more pixelated than the other images in this slideshow.

Slide Nine: Ok the end because i don’t know who else is part of witch hat! But go read witch hat atelier! Or just wait for the anime but i’m gonna go read the manga (and maybe i’ll rewatch little witch academia too teehee) /end id]

so sorry wha mutuals i didn't pay enough attention to your wha lectures 🙇🙇🙇

[nadeleine888]

You're full of surprises

Sorry for the long time, I've had a serious hard few weeks and a big writers slump, but this is it unless y'all want a part two

Warnings: fingering, blowjob, sex, aftercare, lingerie, dirty talk, swears,

Summery: It's about where the reader was already a part of Alexandria when the group was brought there by arron. Reader catches feelings for Daryl fast and it's obvious to everyone, she does everything to prove her love to Daryl but he just denies her then one night after a long supply run that didn't go very well you pull Daryl away from everyone and surprise him with a spaghetti and meatball dinner for just the two of you. He's hesitant to stay but then after a while he stays and has dinner then as time goes by and dinner ends you beg Daryl to knowledge your love, finally he says your two you get for an old man like him but then you just grab him and kiss him saying age is just a number and you won't let it keep you apart anymore. As things get more intimate and lead to the bedroom you surprise him with a little something under your short dress just for him the most beautiful lingerie set he's ever seen on anyone not that he's seen a lot.

Word count: around 2.k

Your pov:

You had been in Alexandria since the apocalypse started having come there with your family. Now that it had been a good six years into the apocalypse you trusted the people of Alexandria like family. You had just lost your last family member so you were pretty desperate for warmth from another person.

It was like your prayers had been answered when the group was brought to Alexandria by arron. You had grown closer with Arron, him taking care of you and becoming like a father figure to you. You were on watch duty when you saw Arron walk through the woods towards Alexandria, you quickly call down to open the gates not even noticing the group behind him of armed people. You quickly climb down the stairs of the watch tower and run to the gates. As soon as the gates open you run out your pistol in your holster bobbing on your hip as you run. As soon as you get within reach you fling yourself into the waiting arms of Arron. He laughs as you cling to him " it's good to see you too." " What took so long. You should have been back an hour and 35 minutes ago!" You say clearly frustrated with him but overall just happy he's safe and back home unharmed.

You let your hands fall to your side from around Arron's neck. He smiles down at you as the other people of Alexandria gather around, and that's when you notice the group standing behind Arron. You gasp at how tough and scary they look. " Y/n these are good people, there here to be a part of our group." " You sure they don't plan to kill us all and take our stuff?" " They're good people." " Fine whatever...." You trail off as your eyes meet the tall broad shoulder man with a crossbow over his shoulder. Your heart flips as you feel a faint blush creep onto your cheeks.

Daryls pov:

Daryl's cold blue eyes meet yours, his heart stops looking into your soft e/c eyes. He looks away, Carol notices the slightest redness of his ears. He thinks * Jesus Christ, get a hold of yourself she's like half your age and probably has a boyfriend* his eyes meet yours again but they're more distant this time. Arron introduced us to Deanna the supposed leader of Alexandria. We all get interviewed and given jobs, then are shown to our house by that same little girl, y/n. She's cute I'll give her that but I bet she doesn't know shit about anything of the outside world. She walks in front of us, leading us to our houses gifted by Deanna. There are three big houses a little set away from the rest of the neighborhood.

She turns around as she gets to the house's " this is it, I think you guys can figure out how you'll get everything to work. Just call me over the radio if you need anything at all." She says in her oh so cute voice. She walks away her ass shaking and hips  swaying in a way I can't help but stare until Rick clears his throat and I snap out of it " you like her" it's more of a comment than a question. " No" " bullshit Daryl you look like a fucking teenager after getting kissed by their crush." Rick says smirking as he walks inside. I roll my eyes as I follow Rick inside.

Your pov:

After you show the new group their new homes, you walk back to the guard tower making sure your hips sway extra hoping to get the attention of a certain archer. You never thought you'd catch feelings so fast for a total stranger but here you are later that night in your little bedroom in your little house a few houses down from Rick's group, sitting on your bed in your little lace nightgown dress, writing in your journal about every little detail, how he smells, how he sounds, and looks, you don't know how he feels or tastes like but you sure hope you can find out soon.

Over the next few weeks the new group gets into their jobs, but Daryl seems so lost and out of place, that one day while you're walking home from guard duty you stop by and sit down next to him. You inhale his scent of leather, motor oil, cigarette smoke, and his own musk from not showing and living out with those things for years. He looks up at you with his cold blue eyes making your heart do a flip again as a blush creeps onto your cheeks. " Ya want somethin?" He asks in his deep husky voice that sends chills straight down between your legs. " You look lost." " What do you care?" ".....I'm not sure....but I do....more than I probably should." " Just leave me alone woman." " I can't do that." " Why?" " Because...I think I love you...." And just like that Daryl snaps and stands up " damnit woman you don't know the hell you're talkin about!... And I know you sure as hell don't love an old man like me when you could easily have all the other guys here!" He yells. " But I do... I do love you !" " Nah" he says picking up his crossbow and walking inside he slams the door.

You sigh as you walk away off the porch and back towards your house. You really wish Daryl would just acknowledge your feelings for him and him only. Everyone else from Carol and Rick his closest friends to Spencer and Deanna two people he barely knows but yet still know how much you love him.

Daryls pov:

I slam the door, leaning back against the wall I immediately regret yelling at her when I say the look of disappointment and hurt on her face when I rejected her. I want to take it all back, what I really wanted to do was slam my lips against hers and take her right there against the porch railing so all of Alexandria knew who she belongs to.

She's mine.

I don't give a fuck about the age gap I just want her so bad since I say her hug arron God I wish that was me.... maybe one day it will be. I can't wait for the day she comes running to me after a long day outside the walls, God how id love to have her as mine and mine only. She'd be my little wife and we'd have kids....no I just want her ... maybe kids wouldn't be too bad if they were with her. I'd breed her every chance I got. She'd be full of my babies every damn day, if keep her nice and full and all to myself to use whenever I need some relief. God what am I thinking she's just a kid I don't even know her name nevermind her age God she probably thinks I'm a fucking pervert for how I act around her.

Your pov:

You walk home walking up your porch steps your heart feels heavy from Daryls words, you open the door and close and lock it then you slide down the door burying your face in your hands you cry to yourself for being such an idiot to think such a beautiful man like Daryl would ever go for a simple girl like you. You slowly pull yourself up and walk over to the living room, you let your body fall onto the couch as you sob into the pillows.

After some time you fall fast asleep tear stains down your cheeks, it's around 9:57 when you wake up to the morning light shining through the window shades. You curse the light as you sit up rubbing your eyes, you yawn stretching your arms up above your head. You stand up still in your jeans and lose white t shirt you were wearing yesterday. You walk to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee. You add what you want and sit back on the couch to just relax. You barely sit down when you quickly get an idea and quickly put your coffee down without even bothering with shoes as you run down the street to Daryl's shared house with his group. You don't care what he said you're gonna make him dinner hopefully he'll realize what he's missing.

You get to his house and skip all the stairs and knock on the door waiting quite impatiently, finally the door opens and Maggie stands there rubbing her eyes. You got along really well with Maggie and Michonne, you weren't much younger than them but they had been through a lot more than you making them more mature, Carol was nice but clearly very protective of Daryl. " Oh hi y/n how can I help you?" She asks. " Is Daryl here?" You pant out of breath a few beads of sweat run down your forehead as you stand there slightly hunched over holding onto the doorframe with no shoes on. " Um no he left not that long ago on a supply run with Rick .....sorry he should be back soon. Can I leave him a message or something for you?" " Uhh yeah actually you can... Can...can you tell him to be at my house by 8 tonight I want to make him dinner and apologize for how ....for how I just blurted everything out and didn't care how it would affect him?" " Um sure... y'know if you want I found a few things you could surprise him with if things go well." " Like what?" You ask finally catching your breath you stand up straight and look into her eyes. She smiles widely as she grabs your hand and pulls you in she radios michonne and you wait for her.

As michonne gets there and walks in Maggie grabs your hand and leads you both upstairs. She leads you into her room. " I've wanted to do this with my girlfriends for so long!" She yells excitedly. " Umm do what exactly?" Michonne asks sitting down next to you on the bed as Maggie runs into her closet and pulls out a big trunk. " Over the years and supply runs I've collected stuff and have waited for a time when I have my favorite girls with me to do a fashion show. And with your little date tonight I think you need an extra boost of confidence." She says opening the trunk revealing brightly colored lingerie, knee high socks, ribbon, garters, a small box of make up and hair products. " Jesus how long have you been collecting?!" Michonne asks early kneeling down and grabbing a bright red one piece lingerie set. " I make Glenn grab any he finds." She answers picking up a light blue one and holding it up to herself. " Come on I think it's about time we did something for ourselves. Plus tonight we all have to show our someone it's like our ritual to keep our friendship strong." " Omg yes! " " We need wine!" Maggie yells running downstairs and grabbing the bottle in the fridge from when they got the house. She runs back upstairs and pours three glasses. " Too us!" She yells holding her glass up and out. " Too us!" " Too us!" You and Michonne yell clanking glasses together.

Daryls pov:

It was 6:21 in the morning when I wake up rubbing my eyes the memories of the fight I had with y/n comes back to me. Today I have a stupid supply run with Rick and I know all he's gonna do is tease me about my feelings for her. God he's so annoying sometimes. He stands up off his bed his morning wood straining against his boxers. He scratches his head then rubs his eyes and walks into the bathroom he pulls down his boxers his cock slapping against his slightly dad bod stomach he holding it as he puts the toilet seat up and pees. He flushes and puts the seat down then tucks himself back into his boxers.

He walks back into his bedroom and starts getting dressed. He pulls on his jeans, socks, shirt, then adds his signature angel wing vest and picks up his crossbow and knives. He walks out of his room and downstairs. He goes into the kitchen finding Maggie and Glenn eating breakfast and talking " hey Daryl how's you sleep?" Glenn asks. Daryl just grunts in response grabs a piece of toast says a quick thanks and leaves after pulling on his boots. He walks down the street to ricks house he knocks on the door. Rick answers with a quick hello as he walks back inside grabbing his pistol giving Judith a kiss on the forehead and Carl a ruffle of his hair then he walks out of the house and follows him to the car they're gonna take on the supply run.

Rick gets into the driver's seat and Daryl climbs into the passenger. They drive through the gates getting a few waves from fellow group members as they drive away, the first part of the drive is silent. On the drive there they pass a moving herd it's small but they can only see what's in the road not what's still coming from the woods. Once Rick pulls up to the run down town and climbs out I fix my still semi hard dick and climb out. After a few hours of walking around and scavenging we walk back to the car. Just to be cut off by a herd sending us deep into the nearby woods heading in the direction we only hope is towards Alexandria. Running with two full backpacks is hard but it's worse with a herd on your tail. They run for 5 miles before they lose the herd and they rest in a rundown cabin in the woods.

They start up again just as the afternoon sun starts to set. Daryl trudges ahead clearly pissed with how the supply run ended. " Hey!" Rick calls out grabbing his shoulder. Daryl turns looking like he wants to punch Rick in the face " what?" " At least we're alive... That could have gone so much worse." " I know." " Good ...now don't mention it to michonne she'll kill me for risking it that much." " I won't...." Daryl finally says as they start walking again. It's about 4 o'clock when they finally get back the sun is starting to set. They walk through the gates covered in blood from the walkers they had to fight their way through and dirt from the long walk/run back. Rick walks to his house patting him on the shoulder. Then Daryl turns and heads towards his shared place.

Your pov:

It's around 11:40 by the time you get home stumbling slightly from the wine. You have your lingerie set and a little garter belt and knee high socks to match. You walk to your home, up the stairs and inside. You run upstairs and into your bedroom, you drop off the set and pull of your clothes you hop In the shower to clean up, you wash everything from your body to your hair to your feet and armpits then you shave every unwanted body hair with the razor you were lucky enough to find on a supply run.

After a good 45 minutes you step out of the shower and dry yourself off, you then dry your hair and start getting ready, it's only around 12 when you get out but by the time you get into the lingerie set and add the extra accessories and the perfect short dress over it and do your makeup and hair it's almost 4 and you hear the commotion outside meaning Rick and Daryl have returned. You finish getting ready adding your vanilla perfume and chowing on a piece of bubble gum to keep your nerves in check and to freshen your breath especially if you plan on frenching Daryl later. You walk downstairs in your little red lingerie two piece set. With a little black dress over it with a slit up the mid thigh. You've added black pantyhose socks, a black lace choker and your hair is up in a beautifully styled bun with a few strands down and curled and added poof with some hair spray.

You walk into the kitchen and start getting everything ready for dinner around 6. You cook the spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread. The whole those are cooking you find every candle you own and light them around the house some in the kitchen, dinning room, living room, and a few leading up the stairs, the candles are the only light as you turn off the main lights sending the house into an intimate yet romantic atmosphere. You smile as you add a new piece of gum as the timer dings that the food is ready. You set up the table with place mats, the plate, then you scoop the spaghetti and then add the sauce and add on 3 meatballs and a slice of garlic bread then you set them down and then pour two glasses of red wine. * Does Daryl Drink wine? I mean it's alcohol....eh who cares if not I'll give him something else. You think to yourself as you set the glasses down and walk over to your old record player and put on an old record of Chris Stapleton.

Daryls pov:

I walk into the house to find Maggie sitting on the couch reading some book glenn found her last supply run. She looks up and she smiles, " hey y/n stopped by asking for you today."  she says " she did?" I ask surprised and a little.... excited. " What did she want?" " She wants you to go over to her place for dinner tonight around 8." Maggie says going back to reading. " She didn't say anything else?" " .....nope just that." She says going back. I walk up the stairs thinking how weird it is especially after the heated argument you had just the other night.

Daryl walks up the stairs and Into his room he lays down to get some sleep given he still has 4 hours, it's not long before he's snoring loudly. It's a couple hours when he feels someone shaking him. He wakes up with a slight jump, " hey just telling you it's 7:15 you might wanna start getting ready." Maggie says  then leaves. I roll over and sit up rubbing my tired eyes. I stand up and walk into the bathroom I take a piss and then turn on the shower. As I wait for the shower to heat up I walk to my dresser and pull out cleaner jeans, and a nice white t shirt, and a red flannel button down, clean boxers, clean socks, and then walking back into the bathroom I strip off my leather vest and other clothes, finally freeing my body from the sticky, musky clothes I step into the shower closing the curtains behind him. He washes his hair making sure it's cleaned of all the gore and blood from the walkers. groaning as the warm water cascades down my bare back. 

After he cleans his whole body he steps out of the shower wrapping a towel around his waist and using another to dry his hair he looks at the clock it reads 7:36, he walks into the bedroom grabbing his clean clothes off the bed and heading back into the bathroom. He sets the pile of clothes on the counter then he brushed his teeth and tries brushing his hair but he fails miserably. So he just gives up and runs his hands through it a few times calling it good enough he starts dressing. After he's all dressed he steps out of the bathroom looking like a whole new man.

He swings his crossbow over his shoulder as he walks out of his room and down the stairs he, Maggie almost walks into a wall, Glenn nearly chokes on his drink, Carol stares wife eyed, and Tasha just smiles knowing exactly what's gonna be going down at this so called ' dinner '. He walks to the door not even giving his friends the reaction they want he just walks straight out of the house, he sits on the porch, lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves. Then Glenn comes out and sits next to him. " Hey man....you look nice." " Thanks.....ya don't think it's to much?" " I think y/n is one lucky woman to have you like this." " Uhh this isn't the kinda dinner you think." Daryl says trying to brush it off as two people having dinner with no strings attached. But Glenn just smiles and pats his shoulder wishing him good luck and heading back inside.

Finally with a new confidence he's never felt before a mix of desire to apologize for snapping yesterday and another kind of desire that the more he thinks about you turns to a burning lust in his heart, soul, and mind. He stands up stubbing out the cigarette he walks down the street towards your house. He walks up your steps at 8:05, he hesitates to knock them just closes his eyes and knocks. A few heartbeats pass and the door opens revealing her  in her short black dress shows off her beauty and beautiful body and hair, her e/c eyes meet his. He nearly has a heart attack when you smile and step aside letting him in. He walks in catching a whiff of your vanilla perfume going straight to his groin.

As his eyes finally pull away from you as you shut the door and step beside him he takes in the beautiful dimly lit house the food smells amazing and delicious. He can't help but sigh in contentment.

Your pov:

At some time around 8, you hear a knock on your door and you quickly put down the book you were reading and walk to the door. You open it and come face to face with a breathtakingly clean Daryl. From his white shirt to his hair is all clean and he smells good yet he still smells like cigarettes. You smile stepping aside to let him in, he walks past you can feel his eyes on your body but you don't care in the least. He steps in his eyes travel from your body to the house around him as you shut the door. You step up beside him catching the soft content sigh that escapes his lips like he could get used to coming home to this everyday.

You smile again leading him to the dinning room and showing him the set up,  his smile falters for a minute, it's not much but you notice it. " Too much?" You ask worried you overstepped your boundaries. " No....I....it's nice ...." He says sitting down as you sit down across from him. As you sit down and start eating you smile at how good it actually turned out. Daryl seems to enjoy it too.

Daryls pov:

I almost let a moan slip at the taste that comes from the food in front of me. It's some of the best food I've had in years. She smiles up at me as she catches me watching her again. * How does someone start a conversation with a beautiful woman? Why didn't they teach you this shit in school. Good she looks and smells so good. He thinks to himself as he decides to just go for it. " Umm ....I'm....I'm sorry for what happened yesterday...I...I didn't mean to snap It just happened." ".....it's okay...I....I shouldn't have pushed so hard...it's my fault." " No....it's not .....I shouldn't have told you those things because...the truth is ....none I said were true." " Really?" "....yes?" " So...does this mean you ....like me back?" "....I think I do more than like you darling." Her cheeks heat up as she looks down at her food.

God she's beautiful.

Her eyes look up meeting mine and I can feel my jeans getting tighter. I look down, taking a fork full of spaghetti and eating it to distract myself from how God damn delicious her body looks in that dress. By the time dinner is over all the candles around the whole house are almost out sending the room into a darker romance atmosphere. She stands up and starts cleaning up from dinner. She washes the dishes and I rinse and then we both dry and put away. I can't help but think about what itd be like to have a life like this every night.

After dinner is cleaned up she leans against the counter sipping her wine and I can't help but just think * fuck it * and walk up behind her kissing her neck I feel the shiver go down her spine. She's tilts her head to the side and I take that as my chance to kiss more this time I add a little love bite making her moan. My hands snake down to her waist slowly turning her around then once she's facing me I pick her up and set her down on the counter accidentally knocking over her glass of wine, I wouldn't have cared but it just spilt all over her dress.

I quickly grab a towel and try to dry it, but I stop when I hear her say " Daryl...stop... Just take it off...there's a surprise for you." Her words go straight to my dick making it press painfully against my jeans, I slowly grip the bottom of her dress and slowly lift it up over her head. And just like that, that's how I found out she was literally in a lingerie set waiting for me to make the move all this time. I throw the dress on the floor the wine long forgotten as I pick her up and carry her up the stairs. " You wear this just for me?" I did.....I've waited for so long for you to take it off." " God you're full of surprises, darling." I say attaching my lips to her neck as I push open her bedroom door and throw her down onto the bed.

Your pov:

He throws you up onto the bed and cradle over you, kissing up your neck and to your jaw and lips, but he stops, he's hesitant. You grab his face pulling him down but he pulls away. " Daryl?" " You don't deserve this....I'm too old .....I'm too old for you." " No....no you're not I love you....age is just a number." " You sure? You could have literally every guy in Alexandria." " But I want you." " You sure you want a grumpy old man like me?" " I'm more than positive I do." " No you don't want me. What if I get ya pregnant? Then you gonna have a man of a man old enough to be your dad?" " If you get me pregnant I'm keeping it and I don't care how old you are for the last time I love you for you not who you could be or anything.... I just love.... You" " damnit woman you can't say stuff like that." " Why not!? It's the truth and you know it!" " Because if you do I won't be able to control myself." " Then don't " you lean forward whispering in his ear, bringing his lips down to your neck again earning a deep groan.

He's eyes turn from hesitate and light blue ish green to dark and intimate dark blue In seconds, he leans down biting your neck making you scream. He smiles into the bite licking up any type of blood that escaped. He gently starts licking and sucking on the skin there leaving multiple hickies. You pull his head up from your neck connecting your lips, getting a deep dominant kiss as he roughly grabs your face and doesn't let you get away from the kiss. He roughly rips off the red lingerie set you had on and attacks your body with kisses finally getting down to your breasts he pulls the fabric down and licks over the nibble of one and then opens his mouth and takes it all leaving open mouthed kisses and sucking deeply, the groans coming from the man on top of you are from another world their between his usual gruff grunts with a little more pleasure to soft whimpers and whines.

You throw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. Daryl lifts his head and smirks up at you as he watches your eyes roll back and your back arch. You moan out as he ruts his growing erection against your clothes cunt. " Daryl please nee...need you.... inside me!" " Yeah? You want daddy's big cock stretching out this tight pussy?" " Yeah..." You whine out patheticly.  " You like that girl? Mhm? You like that?" " Please Daryl." Daryl reaches up pulling the top part of the lingerie set down then the bottom, he throws it behind him onto the floor. Then he leans down kissing your collarbone and then further down until his lips find your breasts. You arch your back releasing your grub on the sheets and intertwining them into his long greasy hair.

Daryls pov:

I pull the top part of the lingerie set down then grab her legs and pull it the rest of the way off, I feeling her shiver from the cool air, I lean down connecting my lips to her collarbone hearing her moan and my lips move down finding her warm breast. I gently suck on it twirling my tongue around the nipple feeling her tense up, I look up to see her biting her lip to stop from screaming. I smirk up at her pulling my mouth away from her breast tracing my tongue up from her breast to her collarbone and neck then her jaw finally I reach my hand up pulling her fingers away from her mouth. " Let me hear ya scream my name."

Her cheeks heat up the color of a tomato making me smile like a teenager again knowing I'm the one making her blush and bite her lip to keep from screaming my name. I slowly bring my lips up leaving open mouthed kisses all along her neck and collarbone making her shiver. I reach down rubbing my thumb over her clit. She gasps out grabbing my shoulders as leverage as she arches her back off the bed into my body. To say she's desperate is an understatement, I can practically feel the need surrounding her body. I start picking up speed rubbing my thumb over her most sensitive parts. I can feel her clench her legs around me trying to pull me in. I smile knowing the hold I have over her. I pull my thumb away gently placing with her folds before inserting my middle finger and pointer straight into her heat. My thumb soon resumes it's earlier position on her clit rubbing until she's panting like a bitch in heat grasping at anything she can get her needy little fingers on, that being the bed sheets or my shirt as she tries to rip it off me.

After 20 minutes I feel her clench around my fingers telling me she's close as if I didn't already notice the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head or how her moans have become longer and more spaced out, but most of all by the fact that she hasn't dropped her death grip on my shirt. " Ya gonna cum for me baby?" " Please....." She begs pathetically trying to grab at my shoulders and hair. " Come on girl .... Cum for Daddy." She lets out a breathless moan as she comes undone around my fingers. I pump my fingers a few extra times just to send her into overstimulation, then I remove my fingers with a satisfying squelch, I bring my fingers up to my lips, popping them into my mouth I lick them clean then lean down connecting our lips in a passionate yet loving kiss.

Your pov:

Your eyes roll back as you orgasm, you finally come down from your high to watch Daryl lick your release off his fingers. He crawls over you and leans down connecting your lips he tastes strongly of your release, the kiss is passionate yet so loving and gentle with you. Daryl stands up off the bed and removes his shirt over his head, then before he can reach down to his belt you're sliding yourself forward off the bed standing before him you reach down pulling his belt off and letting his pants pool at his ankles. You walk around him until you're behind him and you gently push on his chest making him fall back on the bed his erection straining against his boxers. You pull his pants off the rest of the way before you kneel before him pulling his boxers down freeing his painful hard cock free. His eyes roll back as you throw his boxers over with his pants and the rest of the clothes. You look up at him with your doe eyes.

You slowly stick out your tongue and lick up his shaft twirling your tongue around his tip. He can't stop the pathetic whine that escapes his body as he grabs your head pushing you down onto his shaft. You can't stop from gagging around his size and length making him buck his hips. He holds your head in place as he bucks his hips up into your throat making you a gagging and teary eyed mess. " You're a fuckin mess baby." He grunts rutting his hips up into your mouth more. You gag more around him reaching up trying to grab at him. He smirks down at you bucking his hips just to make your eyes roll back so he can't over power you by grabbing your hands he pulls them up gently kissing your knuckles before he gives them a spot on his thick thighs.

Daryl thrusts get sloppy the closer he gets to his release. Finally he explodes deep down your throat making you gag and try to pull back. He grabs your hair and keeps you in place until he's done, then he lets you go. You quickly pull away gasping for air. " swallow " he says his voice still gruff from the force of his orgasm. All you can do is nod your throat too sore to speak. " Good girl, now come here." He says reaching out his arms for you to curl up on him. You crawl on the floor to him he easily pulls you up onto his lap once you're in reaching distance. " Ya such a good girl for m' " he grunts as he stands up with you in his arms and gently carrys you to the bathroom, turning on the water he sets you on the counter and when the water in the tub is nice and warm he adds bubbles and then picking you up and gently sets you inside.

Daryls pov:

I pick her up carrying her into the bathroom she looks so exhausted when I set her down on the counter, I turn away from five seconds to start the water and she's already fallen back against the mirror, I gently shake her awake and pick her up placing her in the bubbly water gently washing and cleaning her body. After that I wrap her in a warm towel and help dry you off. " I have to pee." You say softly clearly half asleep already. " Alright. Do ya need help? " He asks as he finishes dressing you already helping you pull down your panties before you can weakly nod your head.

After you finish you're already falling back asleep, Daryl lunges forward catching you before you fall off the toilet, then he carries you to the bedroom after helping you wipe and pull up your undies. He lays you down then tucks in the blankets around your body. Daryl gathers his clothes and is about to leave when you whine softly. " Dar....stay with me." You whisper I to the darkness before falling asleep. " Not tonight baby." Daryl says kissing your forehead and leaving gently shutting the door behind him.

Your pov:

The next morning you wake up sore and out of it you start to sit up just to feel a strong muscular arm around your waist keeping you tightly close to the attractive man's body behind you. You smile to yourself as you lay back down and fall back asleep.

The end

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Try Me Part 1/6

Here we go! Get ready for coach Ruben 😆

Summary - Reader is a very passionate football player and Ruben is her new and equally passionate football coach. However, the two of them can't seem to get along.

Enjoy!

"Pass the ball!"

You were flying, that was the feeling.

"Come on Y/N, pass me the ball I'm open!"

Your touch on the ball was magic, you were flying down the field. Your teammates couldn't keep up.

"Y/N!" The coach yelled. "Pass her the fucking ball!" Or he wasn't really your coach, but his assistant. He often used words like "fucking and bloody, followed by another set of curse words in another language." He was nearly your age only a few years older. It was hard to take anything he said seriously.

"She shoots, she scores!" You said and so you did, celebrating your magnificent goal with a tumble of cartwheels. It was the game winner, setting your team up for a great start in the summer cup group stage.

In midst of celebrating the victory with your team, you were suprised to be pulled aside by coach, or not really coach, Ruben was his name.

"What the hell was that?"

"What?"

"That!" He pointed to the goal where you just scored the goal of your life, however, instead looking impressed his face boiled with rage.

"Oh that. It was the game winner coach." Compared to your teammates you called him coach, but in a way that he knew that you were mocking him.

"Yeah, well, if you pull that shit again you can kiss the bench, because that's the only place I'll be putting you if you wanna play for my team."

"You can't bench me." You frowned. "I'm the best player on the squad."

"Unless you get rid of that bad attitude of yours, I'll do whatever I want with you."

"I bet you like it though?" You challengend, your face in his face.

He raised his brow in suprise.

"I found your profile on Tinder, cute pics by the way. A bit inappropriate, but cute."

He worked his jaw, probably fighting the urge to lose his composure with you, his trainee.

It wasn't you who found his Tinder profile. All the girls had a laugh about it in the locker room the other day. You held the phone though, while you're teammates begged for you to swipe right.

"Fuck it." He snorted. "I'm benching your ass the next game."

"You can't speak to me like that!"

"Well, I just did!"

He turned his back on you and walked away, leaving you stranded on the football field.

You longed for a shower once you got home. However the hot water was out, probably because your six year old step sister was splashing away in the tub. The water was cold when you pulled her out.

"Dad?" You entered the kitchen, Mimi in your arms, wrapped up in a towel. Your dad and his friends sat around the table playing cards, a cloud of cigarette smoke hovering above their heads.

"Dad?" He hadn't heard you the first time, the second time made him turn his head.

"Y/N, you're home. Great!" The cigarette stump bounced between his lips when he talked. "Go down to the corner shop will you, get me and Bubby a pack of Camel Blue. And how about some crisps for the beer? We've got guests coming over later."

"Dad, for how long did you leave Mimi in the tub?" You said, ignoring his request.

He frowned. "I didn't leave Mimi in no tub. She probably climbed in there herself, like she always do my good furniture. Ain't that right my sweet  Mimi?"

"Yes!" She happily exclaimed. She loved it when he called her that, sweet Mimi. You used to be sweet Y/N when you were the youngest. Now you were just the forgotten middle child, Mimi's babysitter.

"Let's get you cleaned up." You said,  drying her wet nose with the towel.

"Don't forget about the cigaretts!" Your dad called after you.

You and Mimi shared rooms whilst the others had their own. You had two older brothers, all with the same father but different mother's. Or, it was only you with a different mother. Mimi, Benji and Charles all shared the same parents. Right around when the boys were ten and fourteen their dad would go on to cheat on their mother with your mother, their next door neighbor. You all grew up around the same estate, until your mother passed away with cancer and you had to move in with them. Their mother eventually bailed too, but not because of cancer, she just hated your dad, leaving Benji, Charles and sweet Mimi behind.

"Daddy's friends are coming" Mimi said. You finished putting lotion on her body, moving on to her drawer to pull out a dress for her to wear.

"Yes." You nodded. "They're coming over tonight. But we'll stay in the room and watch Princess and the frog like we always do, okay?"

"Okay. I just don't like it when they shout."

You pulled the dress over her head, kissing the top of it. "Me neither Mimi, me neither."

After dinner you had Mimi come with you to the corner shop. It was not a good idea for her to be alone when your dad's friends came over.

"Can I have a lolly?" She asked.

"Just the one." You let her choose which ever flavour she liked.

"Y/N! How is football going?" Amin asked. He was the owner of the corner shop. Him and his family lived a floor below yours.

"It's going good. Our team is the top of our group. Hopefully we'll win it going on to the next round."

"Rember our deal." He smiled. "If your team makes it to the summer cup final, I'll bet good money on you to score and share the cut with you."

"How can I forget." You laughed. You needed that money to by new football cleats for the upcoming season.

"Bye Amin! Say hello to your wife from me."

"I will, have a good night girls."

"Thanks for the lolly!" Mimi pulled the candy from her mouth, waving it in the air.

You locked yourself in your bedroom once you got home. You let your computer rest on top of your bed whilst you climbed in to lay with Mimi in hers. There you lay watching Princess and The Frog, putting the movie on repeat until Mimi fell asleep. It wasn't difficult to ignore the drunken laughter happening outside the door.  Occasionally someone would pull the handle and give Mimi a fright. But you had taught her to laugh at the muffled up curse words of whichever alcholic got it wrong on their way to the bathroom.

It wasn't ideal, but it was your life. Football made it better though, football made your life worth living.

You pulled out your phone, careful not to wake up Mimi whose limp body lay beside you. You opened up Tinder, suprised to be notified about a message from your latest match.

It was Ruben, sending you a winking smiley face.

You slapped your hand against your mouth, smothering your astonished gasped. The fake profile your teammates made must have really caught his eye, because there he was, in your DM's. You thought about earlier today, muttering "No one puts me on the bench."

Your heart raised, typing out the message, a message Ruben was going to regret answering, if he was bold enough. It read:

I like guys with big eggplants. Do you have a big eggplant? 😘

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@kathb59

[imaginespazzi]

nivi nivi nivi 

where do i begin

let’s find out if im actually immune to angst after succumbing to ao3

2007 what in the world

hello what is this six year old meet cute i’ll kms

littler in bold you sneak

DUDE 

well that’s insane to re meet up at 15 after that

and now it’s 2033 and they beat the wings

i’m scared you’re gonna fuck with my sense of calm

to show dallas she belongs to only us oh god

yes stephie do the damn media PLEASE

this is too much 

i love stephie hating it’s so funny

i bet olivia is gonna be here i sense it

HOME IS ME AND MAMA YAY

knew it

DAMN WHY DID SHE CLOCK HER

is the chemistry fading wild to ask while her baby on paige’s lap bro

please apologize to olivia just a little she’s hurt

thank you

azzi let’s be calm you have your woman

guys why are we fuckin

aw i love kk we haven’t gotten enough of her

bad girl paige

WHAT THE HELLLLLLL

WHY DID WE DRAG THIS BACK UP

i don’t like this

you’ve said it to me sober too hurts me

the tempo i love canada

WHY IS AZZI ON THE FLOOR

i’m distressed

paige it’s okay me too

crying duh

i just read a hunger games au dont scare me like that 

words after talking about not being controversial bro

stephie first

stephie called her mommy and the guard grabbed her

HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER HELL YEAH

i’m gonna cry

mommy and mama im done for

now paige realizes

i’m gonna cry nivi

i’m crying this is insane

ALL HER FIRSTS ID TURN TO LOOK NEXT TO ME AND THERE WAS NO ONE THERE

aw a wedding

summer of ‘23 

aw this is so cute azzi and drew dancing

freak on the dance floor or freaking on the dance floor

“plenty of pretty girls” “which ones were you looking”

are we in the future now this has never happened

is. azzi. proposing.

THEYRE BOTH GONNA PROPOSE I KNOW IT

IM DYING HERE

i’m going to cry again

someone is gonna take a picture of it and they’re gonna match and i’m gonna die

THE BOOK WHAT

and it’s golden hour i hate you

ADOPTION PAPERS

i’ve been through so much with these ladies and now i have to go through this proposal

a love letter to my sister wifey,

i love you nivi, for writing such a beautiful, awful, love story. next time you write angst, please make it hurt even more!

Sister wifey sister wifey sister wifeyyy

You should be immune to angst considering the shit YOU pull

I mean I'm always fucking with your sense of calm a little bit

is the chemistry fading wild to ask while her baby on paige’s lap bro - hate makes people a little blind to the very obvious facts

LMAO I knew you'd enjoy Olivia finally getting a well-deserved apology, you've been her #1 defender

KK's so fun to write fr I should've had her more

I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU CRY

They deserved the proposal and you deserved the proposal lololol

And if y'all are wondering what she means by make it even more angsty:

[hell-much]

How about a sneak peak for that yet-to-be-named sequel?

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Sansa closes the door softly to the sound of soft snoring in her back. Her feet are cold against the wooden boards as she rushes through the dark corridor. The boards creak a few times as she moves along. It sounds excruciatingly loud, but she knows that is only in her ears.

She slips into her clogs at the bottom at the stairs where she can be sure she is out of earshot to a sleeping family. In passing she takes the phone of the sideboard and clamps the cable in the kitchen as she closes it behind herself. Opening the window she breathes in the fresh morning air.

It's still dark outside. The nights are starting to get longer, bright early summer mornings slowly mend into the gloomier days of autumn. Another few weeks and the hours of night will outweigh those of daylight.

Sansa doesn't mind. This year less than ever before.

She fishes a cigarette from the pack and blows a first puff into the cool morning air, while her other hand turns the dial blindly. The dial tone only sounds once. Sansa smiles already before she has uttered a single word, soft fluttery excitement fills her chest.

A sleepy smile sounds in Margaery's voice when she bids her good morning and makes Sansa smile brighter in turn. She wonders if that will ever get old, if there will come a day when she will ever not feel that rush of happiness over hearing Margaery's voice first thing in the morning. She can't imagine it ever passing.

“Did you sleep well?” Sansa asks in a soft exhale, like something could have changed in the six and a half hours since they last spoke.

“Very well.” Margaery's answer comes accompanied by rustling of sheets. She's still in bed. It has been weeks since she got to wake up next to her, she never got to wake up next to her in her place, and yet Sansa can see her vividly. Hair wild. Eyes heavy and nearly closed. Sheets crumbled around her. “And you?”

“Fine.”

“You sound tired.”

Sansa smiles around the cigarette. She can always tell, just by the sound of her voice. “Maybe a little.”

"Finished the skirt?”

“Almost. Provided Alis will like it.”

“I'm sure she will. With a hemline that inappropriate.”

With her head resting against the peeling paint of the window frame, Sansa glances out at a sky that is slowly turning brighter. “You know, I dreamt about you last night.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

“What kind of dream?”

“We were in bed together.”

A small laugh sounds from Margaery. “Were we now?”

“Not like that. We weren't doing anything.”

There's some more rustling, the faint squeaking of springs, like she is sitting up or turning in bed, then her voice again, smooth, a little husky from sleep still, “That really doesn't sound like us.”

“We were waking up together and cuddling.” Her fingers drift along her collar like that of dream-Margaery. “You said I looked cute in my nightgown.”

“I bet you do look most adorable.”

She's never seen her in her nightgown. The two mornings, the only mornings they woke up next to each other, neither of them was wearing anything. In the month since, there hasn't been an opportunity for lazy mornings in bed. These early morning phone calls are a weak substitute.

Sansa grants herself another deep drag. With the menthol taste and smell enwrapping her it always feels a little, like she is with Margaery in that second. “I do,” she says in exhaling a puff of smoke into the dark of the morning. “If you want, I can leave it on beneath my dress when I come by later.”

Margaery sounds entirely amused by the prospect. “How daring.”

“I thought you would appreciate another layer to peel me out of.”

“I prefer you without any layers, my darling.”

“I know you do.” Sansa smiles as she snips some ash out the window. “I can't wait to see you later.”

That isn't an exaggeration. They only saw each other yesterday. They see each other every day. They talk on the phone every morning and every night. And yet it never feels like enough. It's almost like an addiction. More so. It's a physical need, like hunger, thirst, like the need to breath, where if she stopped for just a moment longer than necessary it would cause her physical harm.

[pleasuretrade]

hi here's the very rough(!) first chapter of a fic that i'm not done with.

if anyone wants to beta or just offer feedback i would be grateful :') but i'm writing this very slowly and don't plan on seeing it done for at least a few more months

March x Healy

Summary: 1980. March and Healy take your classic "reunite me with my estranged adult child" case and may or may not wind up getting involved with a cult, irritating 80's toys, shady business, gardening, and drugs. Oh, and they're pretending to be boyfriends because that's totally a perfect cover??

Rating: 18+ for the eventual porn

Length: I'm gonna guess 30k? I'm at 15k rn and we're maybe halfway through. frankly i got no idea

Tags that aren't exhaustive and mostly aren't applicable to this first chapter, but just a sneak peek: pretending to be boyfriends and there's only one fucking bed anyway bitch, March wearing jeans

 The thing about kitsch dolls was that they were supposed to be cute. In abundance they became disturbing. An uncanny noise of soft pastel abstraction, dotted with innumerable eyes, staring at you from living room walls and display cabinets. It didn’t help that almost all of them were religious; angels with halos, praying children, robed biblical figures. March felt like he might combust if he made direct eye contact with the teeming mass of holy ceramic.

“March, did you write that down?”

 Holland whipped his head toward Healy, and then at their client, and then at his open, empty notepad. See, you shouldn’t have that many dolls in one room, it’s distracting. It’s weird. “Sorry, ma’am, could you repeat that?”

“Benjamin Larry Hooper. We called him Benny.”

“Bejamin….L… Hooper… Benny.” March mumbled, pen dashing across the page with a show of gumption.

 Mrs. Hooper nodded at him, all patterned dress and curled hair, hands placed politely on top of their respective thighs. “He was fifteen when he left, he’ll be twenty-six now. Tall for his age, I’m sure he’s giant by now.”

 Holland wrote in big block letters: DOB 1953 TALL

“This is my most recent picture of him, just a few months before he left.” Mrs. Hooper, Francis, reached across her doilied coffee table to hand Healy a framed photograph. It was obviously some kind of family reunion, the photo lined with folks like a tin of sardines. “That’s Benny.” she said, tapping a young man sitting cross legged in the very front row.

 Benny Hooper looked like any other fifteen year old at a family reunion, irritated or bored or both. He had a great mop of hair, a downright halo of pitch black curls reaching every direction. The slacks and short sleeved button-down were probably not his normal choice of attire, so that wouldn’t be helpful even if the kid had disappeared less than a decade ago. The shot was too wide to memorize the details of someone’s face on top of being old. The Benny in the photo hadn’t even finished puberty yet. Overall, the photo wasn’t great.

“Very helpful, thank you. We could use any other photographs you have, too.” Healy smiled pleasantly the way he did. It was freakish, the way the guy could go from deadpan bruiser to soft-eyed teddybear in an instant.

 Holland smiled along, ignoring the everpresent eyes of Mrs. Hooper's kitsch, even though he knew that there was no chance in hell they were finding Benny Hooper.

-

 “There’s no chance in hell, man.” March lit his cigarette in the passenger seat and donned his sunglasses.

 Healy tapped his fingers where he rested his arm in the open window. “We have a lead.”

“If you wanna call maybe seeing a glimpse of someone you haven’t seen in eleven years driving a truck a couple of times a lead, sure, we have a great lead. Can we stop at Hammy’s? Told Holly I’d bring home dinner.”

“Y’know, I bet I could count on two hands the number of times you’ve gone proper grocery shopping since I’ve known you.”

“That’s not true, you went grocery shopping with us like two weeks ago.”

“And you bought eggs, bread, a gallon of neon colored juice, a gallon of whiskey, and five frozen pizzas.”

“Are those not groceries? Is that not sustenance?” March waved his cigarette for emphasis.

“Anyway,” Healy redirected, taking the turn toward Hammy’s, “all we have to do is stake out the spot she saw the truck, right?”

“If everything worked out just that easy we’d be out of a job, Jack.” March took a drag from his cigarette, thanking the stars that loaded, aging ladies were willing to shill out for the most unfeasible asks imaginable time and time again. Healy let it sit because he knew it was true by now, well over two years down the line as a PI.

“Why do you think the kid really left?” Healy asked after a while, expertly flat when Holland had figured out eons ago that the guy really was invested in each case, even the small ones.

“I don’t know, too many doilies? An aversion to puce colored carpet? I wouldn’t stay long either.”

 Healy ignored him. “I find it hard to believe he just up and left for no reason.”

“Maybe Mrs. Hooper’s chicken is dry.” Healy purposefully hit the curb pulling into Hammy’s, jostling March’s cigarette nearly out of his hand. “I mean, it’s not like it matters. Even if we find the kid, he’s not comin’ back. Ten fuckin’ years. Remember that girl, Arrow or Rainbow or whatever she named herself?”

 Healy grunted in reluctant remembrance. They’d found her after a long, boring two months and by the end of it all she’d had to say was ‘thanks for letting me know my family's looking for me, you can go now.’ Not that it mattered much to Holland. They made out with enough money to take a couple of weeks off so they could take Holly to Catalina Island. She got food poisoning on the first day but still claims it was the best trip they’d been on in years (which wasn’t very meaningful considering they’d gone on maybe three of them since she was little).

“Guess you’re right.” Healy parked the car in the crowded parking lot. The line at Hammy’s was always so damn long. “Not getting paid to psychoanalyze the guy.” He sounded reluctant. Any time Healy couldn’t slip in one more act of Good it made him feel like a failure. It was something March secretly admired, however harebrained it was. He glanced a punch off Healy’s shoulder before getting out of the car. “That’s the spirit.”

-

“So why do you think he really left?” Holly asked through a mouthful of burger.

“Jesus, you two should become shrinks.” March grumbled.

 Healy sat comfortably sunken into the couch, a March sitting cross legged on the floor on either side of him. “It might be useful to know.” he added.

“Right. Like maybe you’ll be able to narrow down what kinds of places he’d go if you knew.” Holly agreed.

“Our only lead is a truck. Anyone can drive a truck. I don’t care why he’s driving it. All we have to do is follow.”

“So you admit, it’s a lead.” Healy pointed at him with a french fry.

“It’s a crumb of a lead. It’s the suggestion of a lead. It’s a lingering scent of maybe a lead.”

“Says the guy with no sense of smell.” Healy winked at Holly, who bit her lip to stop her smile from blooming. “A lead’s a lead.”

“Did you notice anything about Mrs. Hooper’s house? Like, anything that might make someone want to run away?” Holly was fifteen and already putting in more work than March.

“Yeah, puce carpet.”

 Healy nudged March with a socked foot. “She seemed nice. Boring, maybe. Said her husband died a few years ago and her other kid’s off at college somewhere, so the house was pretty quiet.”

“Boredom could drive someone away.” Holly said thoughtfully.

“And if it did that still gives us absolutely nothing to go on. Some kids just hate their parents, alright? Guy probably just hitchhiked to New York or something.” March said.

“Sounds nice.” Holly murmured under her breath. Healy nudged her with his other foot.

 March, begrudgingly, loved the gentle way Healy mediated. Fatherhood was something Holland hadn’t really been prepared for, much less being the single dad of a teenager. It didn’t help that he was a big time fuckup or that Holly was too smart for her own good. Having another person in their lives— having Healy in their lives— was a saving grace.

 Recently, Holly had started dating her first boyfriend. Or at least the first that she’d admitted to when she’d lost all plausible deniability after that time they’d picked her up from school and seen her drop some young punk’s hand like a hot iron. It was a point of contention now, between Holly and Holland. Boys were pigs, and Holland would know, he used to be one. It was one of the endless number of things Healy had become referee over, but also something Holly had adopted a near constant attitude because of.

“So when are you starting the stakeout?” Holly asked, fiddling with the cracked straw of her milkshake. March looked at Healy for an answer. He was always better at managing their schedule. Unlike March, he usually remembered what day of the week it was. Healy looked back at him and shrugged. Wasn't like they had another case on, much to the dismay of their wallets. “Tomorrow, I guess.”

 Holly got that look on her face. “Can I come?” Tomorrow was a Saturday.

 March shook his head. “Don’t you have normal teenage things to do? Shouldn’t you be like sneaking vodka out of someone’s mom’s cabinet on a Saturday?”

 Healy chimed in before she could argue. “It’s gonna be boring anyway, Holl. You’ll be sitting in the backseat twiddling your thumbs all day.” She knew that. She’d been on stakeouts with them before. But Healy’s say was more valuable to her than her dad’s, apparently, so she dropped it.

 It was late when Healy headed home, agreeing on the asscrack of dawn to reconvene and start their stakeout.

“Why doesn’t he just live here? You guys spend every day together anyway.”

 March wandered into the dimly lit kitchen for a glass of rye. Their (second) rental, real house unbuilt as ever, was always so still when Healy left. Another item on the laundry list of things March tried not to think about. “Because he’s a grown man, Holly, with his own house.”

“I wouldn’t call that dump a house, and anyway it’s an apartment. He should be sleeping here and not in an attic with a laughtrack that plays until two in the morning.”

“Well then you can invite him to stay for a sleepover next time. You guys can paint nails and read magazines.” Holland wasn’t stupid. He knew that wasn’t really what girls’ sleepovers were like. One time he’d walked in on Holly and her friend eating donuts and saying such depraved things about Joe Strummer that he’d vowed to not open the door without knocking ever again. He never looked at that Clash poster on her wall the same way.

 Holly scoffed in time with the ice tinkling into Holland’s tumbler.

-

 The sun shone way too brightly for Holland. When he’d woken up he’d still been a little drunk, but now out of the house and into Healy’s car a hangover had eagerly seeped in. They’d agreed to start the stakeout before the sun came up, but March had skillfully convinced Healy to take him through a drive-thru breakfast and they were running late. He now nursed a coffee as the sun rose into the perfectly wrong spot in the sky. They watched cars zip lazily by from the corner of a parking lot.

“I just think it would be good to have a dog around.” They’d had this discussion every other day for a month now. March wanted a dog in the house for the very logical reason of alerting them to intruders, Healy nay-sayed because he was a killjoy with no imagination.

“I’m telling you, March, putting in a doggy door just isn’t gonna be enough for a German Shepherd. And we all know you’re not gonna walk it.”

“Why do you even care so much, man? It would be my dog.” And more importantly, why did Healy even have a say in whether or not they got a dog?

“I care because I’d somehow get stuck taking it out half the time. And your sorry ass wouldn’t train it. We’d have an untrained, overpriced menace tearing around the house.” The house. Not Holland and Holly’s house, but The House.

“Well, whatever, even if that was true it’d make a good guard dog, right? No one’s getting past a pent up, feral German Shepherd. Might shit on the carpet but it’ll take a guy’s dick off. Balls too.”

“You should really consider a shrink. I think you’ve lost your damn mind.” Healy shook his head, but Holland caught his smile.

“You taking new patients, doc? I’ve been told by my teenager that I’m a headcase.”

“I could make some room in my busy schedule. Gonna cost you about the same as a purebred German Shepherd, though.”

 March smiled and leaned back into his seat. Absolutely nothing of interest was happening outside at all, which was just fine now but give March three or so more hours and he’d start going stir crazy and the headache wasn't helping.

 Mrs. Hooper had seen the truck twice, once in the morning and once in the early evening, which gave them an unfortunately broad window of time. She’d described it as a white, short cab semitruck, maybe a GMC, with a small trailer on it, which narrowed it down almost not at all. It sounded like every third short haul semi chugging around Los Angeles, of which there were many. Very many.

 The only thing they had to go off of was that the second time around she’d seen what she thought was some kind of blocky hand-lettering on the driver’s side door, done in “nearly illegible” multicolor. When Healy had asked what she meant by “multicolor” Mrs. Hooper had only elaborated as “horribly garish.” So at least there was that.

 The odds that the guy driving the bespoke truck was this Benny person were essentially zero. That was about half their cases these days, desperate longshots funded by desperate rich people. The other half was still taking photographs of idiots who fuck with the curtains open. It was wearing a little thin. Couldn't people invent more important problems to investigate? Whatever. A job’s a job’s a job.

 The coffee in March’s cup had gone cold just in time to meet the creeping heat from outside. He downed the tepid sludge before wrenching the little metal fan out of the back seat and plugging it in. It whirred to life gracelessly.

“Hey.” Healy tapped him on the arm, which startled and excited Holland enough that he flung his empty coffee cup onto the floorboards.

“What—what, you see something?”

 A short cab semi puttered toward them from a distance, aiming for a perfectly timed red light. Healy pulled up the binoculars and squinted through them, waiting for the cab to pull into view enough to see the driver’s door. March’s breathing was shallow in anticipation.

 The truck moved, and Healy tutted, and March could see the glaringly blank door even without the binoculars. “Driver’s blonde. Ginger beard.” Healy said, still staring through the eye pieces like the truck and driver might magically change. “False alarm.”

“They’re all gonna be false alarms. This is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack, only the needle was never in the haystack to begin with.”

 Finally, Healy let the binoculars fall into his lap. “I ever told you how much I love your optimism?”

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Six in One Response Post

First Response to my Filipino Friend and to my A-Pal.

The Toddler versions of the Frosty Star crew looks extremely cute. And i have seen that episode when Jet was having a huge problem getting over his old shoes he wore when he was little. But it would've been nice if Jet could've got use to getting new shoes. Just me and my mom. We get new shoes all the time. And also, Top Golf is a really good place like Mini Golf. Except we practice our swings like in actual golf. I do that sometimes when i usually practice Golf for Special Olympics. But i don't do that often because it's just way too hot to do it especially in Arizona. And the Mini Golf games can be fun too. Like when i played the Sonic Top Golf game as well as for the Angry Birds one. Plus maybe Sega and Rovio agreed to include both of them to Top Golf. And that's what Mini Games i like doing when going to Top Golf. And if nothing bad ever happens in my country America in a few years, maybe we can give it a shot together. Even if they have a Top Golf in Massachusetts. But i can always check the website again.

Second Response to my Filipino Friend and to our A-pal.

That was really amazing and i have seen the trio and Mike and Sully saved Boo's life and stopped Randall. Just like in the movie. And i hope Randall would get beaten up by a mom and son again like in the movie. And also, having a Priest celebrate an Anniversary can be really fun. I only went just me and my mom. But we can have the Ramcats and the Speedsters to celebrate it with the priest, i bet it would be fun, and Bonn and Rita might enjoy that. As well as for having Spot, Riya, Miya and Cude enjoying the food they have at the anniversary dinner.

Third Response to my Filipino Friend and our A-Pal.

My family and i sometimes eat Little Caesar's But not much since they think they're always hot and ready, but sometimes, they're not. They usually are fresh when they're ready, and i know when my grandmother used to be alive, we usually get Little Caesar's all the time. Especially when my grandmother wanted a cheese pizza since she doesn't like having pepperoni due to the whole problem with her loving pigs, cows and chickens. Because she always enjoys farm animals and same does my sister. But not my grandfather and my uncle. My uncle usually wants to use them to have meat, even the time when my grandmother went to the fair with me and my mom. And my grandmother pretends to be the farm animals like a pig and a cow, they're always imagining, "Don't eat me!" And that's what she always pretends to be anytime we mention like beef and pork.

Fourth Response to both my Filipino Friend and my A-Pal.

Normally i don't usually watch Animaniacs that much especially the 2020 version. As long as it doesn't do too many heavy political jokes. Much like with adult cartoons. They got to tone it down or else the cartoon would just be out of whack. And that's how i usually enjoy Tiny Toons as well as for Looniversity. And usually Montana Max in Tiny Toons is just fun to hate on that character. a bit like Angelica from Rugrats and Muffin from Bluey, they're really fun to hate. And also, the May Crowning food was good, but what they do there is we usually say Glories, Our Fathers and mostly the Hail Mary's. But my sister does cook very well just how mom does with the desserts. And i know my mom enjoys Pineapple upside down cakes. which would be something Debby can offer Bonn, Windy and Rita to have as well as for Scottie. But normally Scottie is into Banana stuff, but i'm sure he can handle other fruit too besides bananas. Or else every time my bananas in my house get a little rotten or get ready to be eaten. Then my mom would usually make banana bread, and i'm sure Windy can make some for her husband too. But since use have food for your birthday, let's got to that now.

For my Filipino Friend's birthday drawing and a response to him.

It was fun to see the kids having fun for the party. And usually i don't celebrate Cinco de Mayo that much not like what happen when i was at Social Club. It was a huge waste of my time for me, but celebrating your birthday is the most important thing for me to do for you. And the reason i had to post my drawing on the 5 of May is because your time zone is different than mine. But it was nice to see Shadow, the Rabbits and the Speedsters enjoy this party. And have Gerby and Sallie be part of it as well as for Sammir, Mayu, Cude and the Smiling and Frowning critters. And Cude's Rat dance is really cool. I bet he and Caleb might dance to that too. And if you said Bonn and Rita aren't included in the pic, maybe they both went to do something together just them, or they wanted to watch a drama show with Debby. Because Debby loves watching Drama shows too.

And for your pic of the food from the party, they all look really good and same goes for your cake. And it's nice to have Dogday tag along with your paper dolls. Because i'm sure in the future when you get Hoppy Hopscotch, Craftycorn and Bobby Bearhug, maybe you can include the four with your paper dolls. Much like how i would do photos featuring Goldie and Rosie in it. And i'm glad you like the game i got you. Since i have played that game too when i was young. But i know with other games you're looking into since i'm glad you got back on Steam, maybe i'll search for other games too for Christmas. And i know i have played Red Alert as well, but the game is so complicated. I'm sure you can give me some tips with the game anytime we discuss Red Alert. Or i can show you another Strategy game i played called "Farm Frenzy." I got the collection which i'm sure you'll be interested in. Because i have played Farm Frenzy a lot as a teenager. Like i have played the 2nd one on the PlayStation 3 and Portable Mini game. And i played the 1st one on DSIWare. So at least i did play 1 and 2. But i'm sure you'll like it too besides Red Alert 2 and 3.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: This is so fun! I bet this Party is amazing with all the music we can both play. Unlike tricking Sallie and Gerby with the Mariachi music that my creator used to trick Anais like in that SpongeBob scene with Patchy.

Debby 😺📱🖥️: Enjoy the party guys. I'm going to see what Bonn and Rita will be doing, and if they have nothing else to do, i'll see if they can both watch a Drama show that i like to watch.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Okay, Mom. Let's hope your shows don't get too heavy on both of them. Especially if they can both handle Crime and Medical Drama.

[luru-mlp]

So first we start with our ‘Element of Magic’ protagonist.

Meet Midnight Aurora!! A descendant of Starlight Glimmer. Midnight is a unicorn living in Canterlot and attending Celestia’s old school for gifted unicorns. (Though at this point in time, it has undergone many changes to include other magic-wielding creatures.) While Midnight does seem gifted with extraordinary power like her ancestor, she is not able to control it as well as other unicorns. For this reason, she spends much of her time working alone, and attempting to better control her power. So far, she can only do basic spells without them backfiring catastrophically.

One day, during a lecture in class, Midnight attempts to follow along with the spells being performed. At first, she seems to have some modicum of control, until her anxiety gets the better of her as multiple other students begin to whisper and place bets on how spectacularly she will fail this time. She loses control, resulting in a spell similar to Starlight’s, where she begins to unnaturally steal the cutie marks around her. Anyone caught within a short distance of Midnight begins to lose their cutie marks, and thus, their magic. It isn’t until a nearby Pegasus manages to fly his way in that she is rescued.

Though he is clumsy, he offers no real backstory as to how and why he was there, nor does he seem to remember a lot of things in his youth. However, he manages to break through Midnight’s spell and calm her down.

STORYTIME END, NOW WE DISCUSS HER CHARACTER!!!!

I knew I wanted at least one of the mane six to be a descendant or the original characters (not ALL of them, though.) At first I genuinely considered Twilight, since a magical descendant would be perfect to fulfill this role. But it didn’t make a lot of sense for me. Plus, I wanted this character to have no relation to Twilight, as she’s had her time as the protagonist. Now it’s time for the new one! And we all loved Starlight’s inclusion in the story, despite how little of her we got. Starlight is one of my favorite ponies.. so it makes sense that I’d include her! Plus, it could be a cute idea that Starlight’s descendant doesn’t have as good control over her magic as Starlight used to, leaving Midnight with some pretty big horseshoes to fill.

Her cutie mark is an aurora borealis with a large, four-pointed star. I chose this because I thought it looked good, and complimented her name. I also wanted something similar to, but not exactly like Starlight Glimmer’s cutie mark, to showcase that they are related, despite the massive time jump between them. Star cutie marks often hold relation to excellent magic users in the show, so I thought this would fit.

Family time!!

Midnight Aurora is the daughter of Glitter Star (female, unicorn) and Frost Moon (male, pegasus.) Glimmer Star is remembered as a kind soul, with the ability to project images of the stars using her horn. She held no real interest in magic, and worked as a stargazer until her untimely death. Frost Moon was a legend amongst many pegasi. He worked alongside the weather crew in Cloudsdale before meeting Glitter, and is well known for clearing a winter sky single-HOOF-edly (hehe) during a winter wrap-up. He still works as the weather crew now, and Midnight refuses to speak to him. This is because shortly after Glitter’s death, Frost Moon found another Pegasus that he fell in love with. Midnight was angered by this, especially when the two bore a child. (Midnight was still fairly young when this happened, probably her teen years.) So as soon as she was able, she moved out and refused to speak to Frost Moon ever again.

Frost Moon deeply misses his daughter, but has not approached her. He believes it best to let Midnight figure things out for herself. He also doesn’t wish to neglect his new family in the process. We’ll go over him more, later.

PERSONALITTTYYY

Midnight Aurora is a very persistent and stubborn unicorn. Despite not being very studious or good at controlling her magic, she refuses to give up. She wants to succeed and prove that she is an excellent magic wielder. She loves to stargaze, as it reminds her of her mother before her passing. Her favorite food is zap apple jam, and she will put that on absolutely ANYTHING!!! Even if it looks or sounds nasty. She appears very antisocial, but if she were ever to talk to somepony who shared her interests, she would hold very lively conversations.

[lexa-griffins]

Meet cute clexa. Clarke and Lexa are both single moms who take their kids to the aquarium. Their kids meet each other at the tide pool exhibit and become friends. This leads to them hanging out with each other for the rest of the day at the aquarium which also leads to Clarke and Lexa spending time together. They exchange numbers at the end to setup another playdate and maybe an adult date too

Okay, okay, im kind of mashing both together where they end up technically having a first date at the aquarium.

Lexa just really enjoys fun educational trivia. She reads all the guides and helps her six year old read out the info on the side of the tide pool. And there's this little boy right next to her daughter, about her age too, attentively listening to what Lexa is saying and then nodding and whispering it to who Lexa assumes is his mom. At some point, her daughter seems to make friends with him, and they go around the tide pool, pointing and whispering about what they learned about each star fish and barnacle they can see.

Its sweet to see them making friends so fast. Within a few minutes they've exchanged names and are calling out to one another to show off the new creature they found. Lexa stands slightly to the side, letting her little girl lead the exploration, always the little leader as the blonde little boy follows her and nods with amazement.

"They got along fast hm?"

Lexa is slightly startled by the voice next to her but quickly she ginds herself staring at beautiful blue eyes and the friendly smile of a woman whose hair is the exact same shade of Madi's new best friend.

"I'm Clarke, Aden's mom!" She extends a hand in gretting. Lexa takes it.

"Lexa. That's Madi. And yeah, they're already best friends, it seems." Lexa chuckles, pointing at the two little kids, already holding hands so they wont lose one another.

"Im glad. Aden is very shy sometimes, its always nice to see him making friends."

"Thats great! Madi is always making friends whenever she goes."

"Oh good, a little social butterfly!"

"Oh yeah!"

An awkward silence of two adult strangers sets in while their kids talk as if they have known one another from birth. Lexa takes a quick look at her watch.

"Well, we should get moving, she was dying to see the penguin feeding and its nearly time." Lexa comments, hoping to get away from the awkward silence next to a pretty woman. She was never great at those.

"Oh yeah! I bet Aden would love to watch that too! Hey maybe we can walk together, as the kiddos seems to not wanna let go of one another" Clarke seems to find no issue in the awkwardness, as she suggests they propongue it for the sake of their kids.

With an awkward smile, Lexa agrees. The kids have a wonderful time talking and laughing with one another as they walk to the next exhibit, both faces glued to the glasses to see the fishes inside. Lexa and Clarke walk behind them exchanging quick words but never really having a conversation, no matter how much Clarke tries to initiate one. She never had troubles with a gorgeous girl before but damn, isnt Lexa making her doubt her herself.

"Is she starting first grade too?"

"Mmhum. In Polis Elementary."

Clarke grabs Lexa's arm so fast that Lexa nearly loses her balance. "No way! Aden is starting there, too!" The excitement is evident in the woman's face as she stares at Lexa and Lexa has to admit the motherly excitement is contagious. Although she does not have much fear about Madi's capabilities of making friends, she can see why Clarke would be excited for Aden to have a friend in her daughter already. She's so different from Lexa in that regard, she is nearly allergic to new people, which makes the /single/ side of her single parenthood very, very pronounced.

"Oh I bet they'll be so excited about that!"

They reach the penguin exhibit rather quickly. Both kids squeal when they see the animals waddling and swimming around, and both mothers smile at one another at their excitement. Lexa shares a few more facts about penguins marveling both the kids and Clarke herself, who may ask more follow up questions than the children. Aden even follows her lead and asks Lexa a few questions, albeilt a little shyly and with some persuasion from Clarke, ones she answers with a smile at the little boy's courage.

They continue their visit together because there is no separating those two now, both kids showing very little interest in their moms unless its to show them something or to pose for a picture Lexa insists on taking.

It is no long before Lexa and Clarke actually start talking. Their both single they quickly find out, and live in the same neighborhood it seems, Lexa having moved in just a couple months ago and despite Madi's quickness in making friends with the neighborhood kids, Lexa barely knows the name of her next door neighbors. Clarke laughs at the differences between Madi and her mother, which Lexa promises she takes after her other mother eho was perhaps a little too friendly with their past neighbors, so much so she ended up cheating on her and taking off from their lives.

"That bitch!" Clarke snarks once Lexa tells her in a half joking tone. Lexa slaps her on her stomach at her loud remark in the middle of a room full of kids "Sorry. But what a bitch!"

"Yeah. A real bitch. Barely pays child support too. Not that I need her, but Madi does you know? Its hsrd when they just up and leave you with a kid." Lexa comments bitterly. Madi still asks about Costia from time to time, less now but it still hurts to see her little girl long for her momma.

"It does." Clarke replies more quietly.

"I'm sorry, I didnt mean to bring out any bad memories about your ex..." Lexa quickly interjects awkwardly.

"No, no. I don't really have an ex like that. Aden is mot even mine technically."

Lexa stares at her in surprise. The little biy is a carbon copy of Clarke, it seems almost impossible to think they aren't related, "is he adopted or...?"

"He's my nephew. My little brother's kid. He made some shitty decisions on his last year of high school and knocked up a girl, but he was trying to straighen up. He loved Aden. A lot. But he also had an addiction problem and despite working to get an apartment and give Aden a better life, he and his girlfriend ended up OD'ing with Aden in his crib. He was a good kid, he loved his son so much and he made me promise I'd take care of him if anything ever happened. So I got custody of him. Sometimes I'm scared I'll fuck him up and let my brother down."

Lexa is silent for a while. They are sat by the big tank, the kids sat by the glaas enchanted as they watch the fish above them. Lexa and Clarke are standing against the wall, luckily more isolated from the rest of the parents around them.

Lexa is not good at comforting grown ups. With Madi she can hold her and kiss her, she's her daughter and she knows what she needs. But adults are much different. So all Lexa does and hold Clarke hand and brush her finger over her top of her hand. "I think you're doing a wonderful job with him."

Clarke looks up at her slowly and then. She smiles. Big.

"Thank you Lexa"

And suddenly Lexa's heart is beating faster, her cheeks growing red, luckily unnoticed by the low blue light of the room, and she feels like she's on a first date and finally got the courage to hold her dates hand. A part of her tells her to lean in and kiss Clarke and in the intimacy of the moment she nearly does.

"MOMMY! LOOK AT THE SHARK!!!" Madi's voice echoes through the room.

"Mama! Its the shark look!!" Clarke hears as Aden pulls at her shirt.

Clarke and Lexa smile at each other and gollow their kids to see the magnificent shark as it swims oh so close to the glass.

The rest of the visit is much more relaxed and passes by fast as they talk like old friends, the kids always pulling them along, happily to chat amongst themselves with the odd intervention from Lexa as she shares yet another fun fact that makes Clarke's eyes twinkle as she listens.

They leave the gifshop together, Clarke holding far too many shark themed items as Aden plays with his new shark plushies while Lexa manages only a bag with only one big sting ray plushie, a shirt and plenty stationary supplies for Madi to use in the new school year.

"I think I over did it" Clarke comments as she tries to hold the second, smaller shark toy underneath her arms, "its hard to tell him no."

Lexa chuckles, "You're doing great. Although maybe the overpriced shark themed markers weren't needed."

"They have shark names!" Clarke exclaims and Lexa laughs once more. If she catches the way Clarke stares at her in amazement she ignores it.

They exchange numbers and promises of a playdate as the kids nearly cry at not wanting to be separated, only lerting go of each others hand when their moms share that they'll be classmates and neighbors and that they'll be sure to set up something together soon. With a wink and a flirty smile, Clarke comments on them setting up their own little playdate just the two of them, chuckling when Lexa turns red at the suggestion and ealkimg away with an enthusiastic "Bye you two!"

Lexa watches her walk away with stupid smile of her face.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I like Aden. And Aden's mom! Dont you?"

Lexa smiles at her daughter, "I do."

Madi nods, with a cheeky smile "I think Aden's mom likes you too."