#nope hes on babysitting duty.

[geometricalien]

I'm so fine <- the words of a liar after finding out one of her favorite fanfics has been deleted

[polydamnory]

Poly Shaw Pack Headcanons

⚠️SOME NSFW BELOW - LIKE ONLY 2 BUT STILL YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)⚠️

Sometimes when David says something kind of snappy or rude to Angel (tsunderes gonna tsundere), Darlin will just come up, pick Angel up, and walk away saying “nope. Mate privileges revoked” - doesn’t matter if Angel isn’t bothered by it, he was mean

Milo HAS borrowed that choke collar from Baaabe and used it on Asher 👀👀👀

Almost all of them have tried their hand at teaching Asher how to cook - none have succeeded

Asher and Angel both keep getting caught late night gaming by the others, and David. Is. Not. Happy about it.

Sweetheart doesn’t purposefully sneak up on/startle Darlin the way they do Milo - they know that due to Darlin’s past trauma, they’re a lot more likely to lean more towards the fight part of fight or flight instincts, as well as just not wanting to accidentally trigger them in general

The non-shifter mates will go on a group date just the four of them once a month - the shifters do too but most of the time they just end up playing video games together (Asher) or spending some time in their wolf forms

Milo and Angel are both huge dorks for Aggro and baby him excessively

When Darlin gets really touch starved (which is most of the time), the rest of the polycule just kind of pile on top of them

Baaabe and David learned how to cook some of the dishes Sam’s grandmother used to make for him to help him feel better on the anniversary of her death - Darlin tried to help but got kicked out of the kitchen

Asher and Sweetheart occasionally team up to fuck with Milo (also Christian lol)

Angel moves around in their sleep a lot so whoever’s closest to them in bed have to be the ones to essentially smother them to keep them from accidentally kicking or punching somebody in their sleep

Solar Solstices are TOUGH with them all staying together, but thankfully the four non-shifters can team up to tackle it - Baaabe’s on cooking duty, Angel’s the one keeping David and Darlin from getting up out of bed (they are NOT above sitting on you, Darlin, stop it!), and Sweetheart and Sam team up to do some sleeping or healing magic - it doesn’t help much, but it’s something. They typically end up watching movies or playing some easy video games that at least keep them laying/sitting down for a majority of the day. EDIT: the lovely @darlin-collins (sorry for the at) has pointed out to me that both stealth’s AND vampires are negatively affected by the sun bound solstice so I guess Angel and Baaabe are gonna have to fight for their fucking lives lol

The mates groupchat still exists and Asher begs to be let in it like once a week

Darlin kind of wants to be included in it too but refuses to admit it

Asher and Angel can both dress like total gremlins and it physically pains Milo to have to see it

Baaabe has dommed most of the others at some point

Sam took a bit to feel comfortable asking to feed on any of them other than Darlin, and even then he still typically goes to them first if he’s feeling hungry - he doesn’t really have a favorite, it's just that in that regard he feels the most comfortable with them specifically

Asher will shift and comfort any and all of them in his wolf form like he does for Baaabe - he has to do it a lot for Sweetheart, their job has them stressed

David often feels like he’s babysitting a bunch of toddlers because even when they were just friends, the stupid shit this group would get themselves caught up in is insane - the fact that none of them have been arrested yet is a miracle in itself. No, Sam is not an exception.

Darlin, Milo and Angel are all terrible with horror movies (this is canon) and David sometimes likes to choose one he knows will particularly get them when it’s his pick for movie night just to fuck with them

I feel like some of these could technically apply outside the context of the polycule, and you know what, yeah that too

[schmidtkisser]

Showering Together

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

word count: 1.9k

synopsis: mike joins you in the shower after you both had a long day

content: established relationship between you and mike, 2nd person point of view, mike is very touch starved, he struggles with his self esteem but is reassured by your love for him, comfort/fluff (and lots of it), love language: physical touch, you’re both naked obviously but nothing explicit happens

a/n: as mentioned above, fic is strictly comfort/fluff! might be suggestive, but it does not mention genitalia nor is it sexual in nature. also, first time posting here, hi :-)

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Small wisps of steam fill the atmosphere, accompanied by sound of the water pattering against the tiled floor. Your shoulders roll back, relaxing as you feel the smooth rush of water flow over your back. Your stray thoughts wander freely in your mind, reflecting on the different things you did today.

You let out a soft and content huff, smiling to yourself as you think of Abby, the young girl you babysit routinely. You had just finished up your babysitting duties, having tucked her into bed almost an hour ago. The thought of the fun conversations and adventures you shared with her today were memories you couldn’t help but cherish.

Though, your lingering train of thought was interrupted at the sound of the bathroom door handle creaking at a turn.

You grow concerned, making an automatic assumption that it was Abby behind the door. Is she still awake? Perhaps she needs something? You comb back your wet hair with your fingers, droplets clinging to the tips of the strands before you peek your head out from behind the shower curtains.

“Abby?” You call out, your eyes casting a glance at the door. But instead of a 10 year old girl, you make eye contact with her brother (and your boyfriend), Mike, instead.

“Nope. Just me.” He spoke, inviting himself into the bathroom once he saw your face. He let out an amused huff at your immediate assumption that he was Abby. You notice his tired eyes softening as he looks at you, and it makes your heart flutter.

He quietly shuts the door behind him with the heel of his foot. “You been in here long?”

You shake your head, your fingers gently clutching onto the curtain as you give him a smile. “Wanna join me?”

A small blush dusts his cheeks as he gives you a singular nod in response. He starts to undress himself - jutting his shoulders back to push his jacket sleeves off his arms. He takes a hold of his shirt, clutching onto it to pull over his head. He leans a palm against the door, using the other hand to pull his socks off, and then fidgets with the button of his jeans before tugging them off with his boxers. His bare body would shiver at the cold air, if not for the steam accumulating from the warm water.

You carefully watch his movements, feeling a flutter in your stomach every time he removes an article of clothing. You love everything about him. The way his curls became ever so slightly ruffled when he pulled his shirt off. The look of his body, built - yet soft around the edges. You love how particular he is, even for a chore as simple and mundane as stripping off clothes for a shower.

He lazily tosses his clothes into the laundry hamper, making his way over to the shower to join you. He makes eye contact with you again, taking notice of the fact you watched while he undressed. The thought flusters him slightly, but he doesn’t mind it.

“Were you gawking at me the whole time I was taking my clothes off?” Mike asks, humour in his monotone voice as he carefully steps into the shower. He presses a small kiss against your temple once he was under the water with you.

“I couldn’t help it,” you say, your cheeks reddening upon the realisation that he felt your gaze the entire time. “Not when you’re so attractive.”

The comment makes the corner of his lip curl into a warm smile. In your relationship, looks weren’t important. In fact, it was the one thing that mattered the least. But the fact you found someone like him attractive made his mind buzz - especially since he never had the time or energy to maintain a perfect appearance.

He wishes you knew how much such a little compliment meant to him. “I could say the same thing about you.”

A giggle escapes your lips as he bounces the compliment back at you. A moment of silence fills the air as you gaze into each others’ eyes. His brown puppy eyes never fail to make you swoon.

You reach a hand up to his face, his cheek in your palm whilst your thumb gently traced the outline of the dark circles beneath his eyes. His eyelids flutter shut at the feeling of your palm, melting in your touch as small droplets of water trickle down his face. He looks so relaxed, something he rarely feels anymore because of work, finances, and other responsibilities. He wishes he could stay in your hold forever, not having to worry about anything anymore.

“Could you,” he murmurs, gradually opening his eyes once more. The bathroom light is almost blinding, he squints slightly before adjusting his sight to you with half-lidded eyes. He feels a rush of embarrassment run through him as he hesitantly finishes his question. “…Wash my back for me?”

You couldn’t help but grin slightly at his request. Of course, it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to wash himself - but the simple ask solidified how much he trusts you, and how comfortable he feels around you. “Of course.”

He averts his gaze from yours, leaning against your palm ever so slightly as he craves more of your touch. You trail your palm down to his shoulders, nudging him gently. Mike nods and faces the shower wall, his back now exposed to you. You take the soap sitting on the shower rack, lathering it between your hands before gently pushing your palms up against his back.

You slide your hands down his skin, carefully brushing past his shoulder blades, the water running over the curves of his back in streams of droplets. You feel the tension in his muscles ease against the mere feeling of your touch.

Your every move was tender and full of love, adoring the shape of your boyfriend. Soap massaged between your hands and his back, washing him thoroughly. You can feel yourself falling deeper in love with him the longer you keep your hands on him.

God, if this isn’t love, you don’t know what is.

You can’t help yourself any longer, moving a little bit closer to him to pepper small kisses up his back, to his shoulder blades, until you reach the nape of his neck. He lets out a soft gasp, melting further into your touch. Your hearts race in sync, and your hands snake around the frame of his body to wash his stomach and chest from behind. Your kisses remain gentle and sweet, your lips exploring the area around his neck as you leave no skin untouched.

The feeling of Mike in your arms, his wet curls against your forehead as you lean against him makes your head feel woozy. He feels the same way. He feels so safe in your grasp, so eased, comfortable, loved. Being so close to you feels like your fragile hearts are going to melt together into one.

Nothing but the rushing sound of the water and your breaths filled the room. Not a single word had been exchanged since you began to wash him. The silence wasn’t awkward, nor was it daunting - rather, it was peaceful and calm. Everything feels so, so still.

You repeat this process with his arms and legs too - he didn’t even have to ask. Despite the hard appearance of his arms, the muscle was soft as you squeeze them in your grasp. His eyes soften, watching you as you caress your hands from his shoulders, to his forearm, down to his own hands. Your fingers slowly intertwine with his, your palms pressing together as your heart begins to pick up its pace. You let out a breath, your eyes locking.

The closing gap between you two was subconscious. Before you could even process it, your faces were just inches away from one another, his breath brushing against your skin, almost as if he is teasing you with a kiss. Tilting your head slightly, your eyes flutter shut, finally closing the lingering gap between your lips. It didn’t take Mike long to kiss you back.

Mike hesitantly breaks the handholding. His calloused hands move onto your waist, pulling your body closer to his. You could feel your heart race faster when he travels his hands behind you, sliding them upwards, feeling your wet, naked back as he explores every inch of your soft lips with his own.

Your hands reach his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, exploring the prickled texture of his stubble beneath your fingertips. You want him, and he wants you too.

You pull away momentarily to take a breath, but Mike chases your lips for another kiss. His mouth cupped over yours, cutting your gasp short as he initiated a more intimate exchange. Your tongues meet, and you can feel his slide up against yours, savouring every second, every taste. A groan slipped out from his throat, muffled between your lips. There was no space left between your bodies, the hot shower pouring over you both.

You kiss until you’re left breathless and lightheaded. He rocks you in his arms, careful in his movements to prevent you from slipping. You can’t help but focus on the way he treats you with utmost delicacy - as if he was scared of ever letting you go. It urges you to push yourself closer to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You want to reassure him that you are always here for him, and that he feels it with every kiss, every touch, and every loving exchange you share.

Your methods never fail to leave him so helplessly infatuated with you.

This time, Mike was the one to pull back with a heavy gasp, his lips a little swollen with love. You pant with him, collecting your breath after kissing for minutes on end. Honestly, it only felt like seconds. It was something you and Mike could drag on for hours.

You flutter your eyes open, your foreheads touching as you gaze into his eyes. It almost surprises you to see his eyes glossy with tears, but you don’t say a thing. Your eyes soften, a hand trailing up to comb his wet locks between your fingers. You silently respond to his feelings by pecking the tip of his nose.

Mike’s eyes widen for a brief second from the contact, before breaking into the smallest smile. The rare sight made you feel light, as if you were high up in the skies. Your fingers were well beyond pruned by now, but you sink deeper in his embrace.

He continues to hold you in a cradle, leaning in to rest his chin on the crook of your neck. You shiver at the feeling of his stubble against your skin, your fingers carefully clutching him in response. He let out a sigh, his chest falling with his breath.

He always felt like he wasn’t good enough for you, or that he didn’t deserve someone like you — yet, you remain in his arms. He holds you closer, your naked bodies pressed against each other. Knowing you are right here, cupped delicately in his arms is a feeling he’ll never take for granted.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N,” he whispers close to your ear, rocking you ever so subtly in his arms. “I love you so much.”

You soften, mirroring his position, resting your cheek against his neck. You smile, even if he couldn’t see it.

“I love you too, Mike.”

[kathlare]

sunsets & sparks

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the vibrant setting of Ibiza, Amelie and Lando escape the routine for a week of sunshine, laughter, and nightlife. Amidst a sea of music and lights, their chemistry remains undeniable, as they balance carefree revelry with the deep connection they share. The chapter captures their playful moments, heartfelt exchanges, and Lando’s unwavering care for Amelie, especially as the evening takes a tipsy turn.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Warnings: fluff, smau, kinda suggestive content

August 4th, 2024 - Ibiza, Spain

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f1gossipdaily: Lando Norris and Amelie Dayman were spotted living it up in Ibiza with friends, looking extra close and VERY touchy-feely! 😏👀 Some partygoers even said Amelie looked a little tipsy, but honestly, who can blame her with Lando looking like that? 😜👑

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f1stan69: Lando playing chauffeur tonight, huh? 😂 → drsdiva: @f1stan69 Bro, he’s got no choice when queenie’s tipsy 💅

paddockprincess: Amelie drunk in Ibiza? ICONIC behavior. 🍹✨

amelie4pres: drunk AND touchy? Oh, the ‘shipper agenda is THRIVING today. 👏🔥

drunkgpqueen: Someone get Lando a medal for being the ultimate drunk girlfriend wrangler. 🏅 → brakebias69: @drunkgpqueen Nah, he loves it. Boy’s whipped. 😏

f1lover44: Not Amelie out there living my dream with my man 😩💔

sunshine_lando: Can’t lie, I’d be touchy too if I had that. 🤷‍♀️ → mclovinit: @sunshine_lando SAME, girl. No shame in the game.

gridgirlzz: Lando out here looking like he won more than just trophies this year. 😏🏆 → f1fangirl87: @gridgirlzz Honestly, Amelie IS the trophy. Period. 👏

ameliebae: Touchy? Drunk? ICON. She’s just living her best WAG life. 🍹💃 → landofan12: @ameliebae Honestly, let her slay.

paddocktalks: Lando’s PR team sweating while Amelie’s out here unbothered. 🤣💅

f1spicytea: Lando def on babysitting duty but also LOVING it 🥴💕 → ibizagossip24: @f1spicytea Babysitting or just marking his territory? 👀

turnonequeen: Ibiza Lando hits different…

f1gossipqueen: Lando’s got his hands FULL. 😏 → f1fanatic69: @f1gossipqueen Literally. Boy is gripping for his life! 😂

landogirlies: Is it bad that I’m jealous of BOTH of them? 😭 → wagwannabe69: @landogirlies Nope. Same boat, babe. 🛶

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The moment their plane touched down in Ibiza, the excitement was palpable. After a cozy weekend back in Monaco, where they’d curled up in bed, binge-watching old movies and sipping wine, Amelie and Lando were ready for a different kind of atmosphere. The Ibiza sun was already scorching as they stepped off the plane, but there was a sense of exhilaration in the air.

The group piled into a series of cars and headed straight to their Airbnb—a massive villa with panoramic views of the sparkling Mediterranean. It had everything they needed: an infinity pool, an outdoor terrace, and more space than they could ever in this two days. The villa was made for moments like these.

Lando and Amelie, as always, gravitated toward each other. Their flirtations had become second nature, and this trip wasn’t going to be any different. As everyone got settled in and the sun started to set, the group got ready to head out for the night. The clubbing scene in Ibiza was legendary, and tonight, they planned to hit one of the most exclusive spots.

Amelie stood in front of the mirror in their room, running her fingers through her hair. Lando leaned against the doorframe, eyes wandering over her in that familiar way that made her heart skip a beat.

—You look stunning, babe,— he said, his voice low, sending a thrill through her.

—Of course I do,— she replied with a wink. —Now, if you could just stop staring at me, I might actually be able to finish getting ready.—

Lando smirked, pushing off from the door. —Never gonna happen, love. You’re too damn hot for me to look away.—

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. —Alright, alright, let’s go before you turn me into a blushing mess.—

Their friends were already in the main living area, ready to head out. The group made their way to one of Ibiza’s iconic nightclubs, where the bass pounded in the air and the lights flashed in sync with the rhythm. As they entered, the energy was infectious, and Amelie and Lando wasted no time hitting the dance floor.

Their chemistry was undeniable, as always. With every song that played, they got closer, the flirtation growing heavier, their touches more intimate. Lando’s hands found their way to her waist, his fingers lightly grazing the skin of her lower back. Amelie responded in kind, her hands trailing over his shoulders, drawing him closer as they swayed to the beat.

Max, Pietra, and the rest of their friends exchanged knowing glances, the teasing familiar and comfortable now. —Is it possible to get through one night without these two getting all touchy-feely?— Max joked, grinning.

—Not a chance,— Keegan added, laughing as he took a swig of his drink.

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed freely, and the group’s energy only intensified. Amelie, always a little more carefree when she had a few drinks in her, was no exception. She and Lando danced and laughed, their bodies moving together in sync, completely lost in the music and each other. Her giggles filled the air as Lando leaned in close, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh even harder.

Amelie’s laughter was infectious, her tipsy energy making her even more playful. Lando couldn’t help but grin at her antics, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He loved when she was like this—free-spirited, carefree, and radiating happiness. It made her even more irresistible.

—God, you’re so cute when you’re drunk,— he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

—Shut up,— she teased back, her words slightly slurred. —I’m just… having fun. I deserve this, right?—

He chuckled, pulling her even closer. —Of course you do. You deserve the world, Ames.—

They continued to dance, the crowd moving around them, but it felt like it was just the two of them. The bass thumped in the background, but Lando’s focus was entirely on her—her laughter, her touch, the way she fit perfectly against him. But as the night wore on, Amelie’s steps started to get wobbly. She wasn’t as steady on her feet anymore, and Lando noticed it immediately.

—Whoa, hey, hey— he said, his hands finding her arms to steady her. —You okay?—

Amelie blinked up at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and giggles. —I’m fine… just a little dizzy. Maybe a lot dizzy, actually. But I’m still standing!—

Lando smirked, helping her stand upright as he wrapped an arm around her waist. —I think it’s time we get you back to the villa before you end up face-first on the dance floor.—

—Fine, fine, I’m ready to go anyway. I want to see my boyfriend in private, not surrounded by all these people,— she slurred, giving him a playful shove.

Lando laughed, knowing she wasn’t exactly making sense but loving her more for it. —Alright, love, let’s get you out of here.—

The group had already noticed that things were getting a little too wild for Amelie. Max and Pietra exchanged amused glances, while Alex and Rozzi seemed to share an unspoken agreement to stay back and let the couple do their thing.

As they walked out of the club, Lando guided Amelie through the crowd, his arm securely around her. The cool night air hit her face, and she sighed, the sound almost content.

Lando helped Amelie into the car, her tipsy giggles making the drive back to the villa feel like an adventure of its own. Her hand found his, and she gave it a lazy squeeze, her head lolling to the side as she rested it on the window.

—God, I’m so drunk,— she admitted with a small laugh, her voice soft. —This is what happens when you get me to dance. I forget how to walk.—

Lando chuckled, gently running his thumb over her knuckles. —You’re adorable when you’re like this. You really have no filter, huh?—

Amelie gave a goofy grin. —Nope, no filter. Who needs one when I’ve got the world’s best boyfriend to make everything better?— She leaned in closer, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. —I love you so much, Lando.—

His heart skipped, a warmth spreading through him at the sincerity in her voice. —I love you too, Ames. You know that. No one makes me smile like you do.—

When they finally made it back to the villa, Lando helped Amelie out of the car, his arm around her waist as she leaned on him a little more than usual. Her steps were unsteady, and though she was laughing, there was a certain softness to the way she moved.

As they entered the villa, the cool air from the infinity pool brushed against their skin, the faint sound of waves lapping at the shore in the distance. The house was quiet, everyone else were still at the club, leaving Lando and Amelie with a rare moment of calm.

Inside the villa, Amelie stumbled a little as Lando guided her through the door, her tipsy giggles echoing through the hallway. The space was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lights adding to the calm atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the wild energy of the night.

—You good?— he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern, though he couldn’t hide the affection in his tone.

—Yeah, I’m good,— she mumbled, her eyes glassy but full of love. She leaned in a little too close, pressing her lips to his neck in a soft, lingering kiss. —You’re so handsome, you know that?—

Lando chuckled, shifting a little under the warmth of her touch. —I think you’ve had enough of that drink, love. Maybe time to call it a night?—

Amelie swayed slightly, her hand finding his chest, as if steadying herself. She looked at him with a playful smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes despite the alcohol.

—What if I don’t want to call it a night?— she teased, her fingers tracing the neckline of his shirt, sending a shiver down his spine.

Lando gently took her hands, guiding them away from his chest. —Ames, you’re drunk. I’m not doing anything until you’re sober. Come on, let’s get you settled in. You need water, not more flirting. You’re making it hard for me to resist you right now.—

Her smile faltered slightly, her lips pouting as she let out a small, playful whine. —But I want you, Lando. I really do. Don’t you want me?—

His heart thudded in his chest at the sincerity behind her words, but he knew she wasn’t in her right mind. Gently, he cupped her face, tilting her head up to look at him.

—Babe, I want you all the time, but I want you to be sober and clear-headed when that happens. Not like this.—

Amelie let out a soft, frustrated sigh, her fingers trailing down his arm, almost like she couldn’t help herself. —You’re so good to me. So damn good to me, Lando.— She paused, her face softening, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again. —I just love you so much.—

Lando’s heart melted at her words. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. —I love you more than you’ll ever know, Ames. And I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe with me, always.—

Amelie leaned into him, her head resting against his chest as she let out a contented sigh. Despite the drunken haze, there was a calmness about her that made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

They stood there for a moment, the quiet of the villa wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Lando brushed a strand of hair from her face, smiling down at her as she slowly started to calm down, her breath evening out.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss. —You're alright, Ames. I’ve got you, love. Just breathe, okay?—

She nodded slightly, the tipsy haze still lingering in her eyes, but there was something deeper there, something more grounded. She shifted in his arms, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

Amelie’s heart fluttered at his words. She pressed a kiss to his chest before resting her head back on him. —God, I’m so lucky to have you.—

Lando gently lifted her chin so she was looking at him again. He smiled warmly, his eyes full of affection. —And I’m the lucky one, Ames. Don’t ever forget that.—

She smiled back, her eyes starting to close as the alcohol finally started to take its toll. As much as she wanted to stay awake, the warmth of his embrace was just too comforting.

—Promise me we’ll never stop doing this... just being us...— she whispered, already drifting off.

Lando’s heart swelled at her words. He pressed another soft kiss to her forehead. —I promise, love. We’re in this forever.—

As Amelie fell asleep in his arms, her breathing soft and steady, Lando sat on the edge of the couch, her head resting against him. He watched her for a moment, his mind full of love and appreciation. No matter how chaotic the world around them could get, moments like this—quiet, intimate, and full of love—were everything he ever wanted. And with her, he had it all.

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ameliedayman: comment if u own a mega yacht

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landonorris: FIRST

landonorris: MEEE, I own a mega yacht... → ameliedayman: @landonorris Oh baby, I know you have one 😘

landonorris: Only thing bigger than my yacht is how much I’m obsessed with you 😏🔥

fan_88: Are you two ever not together? 😅

pietrapilao: Damn, those vacation vibes are NEXT LEVEL 😩 → ameliedayman: @pietrapilao Only the best for us, babe!

thisisrozzi: Stop making the rest of us look bad. How’s this even possible? 😩 → ameliedayman: @thisisrozzi GIRL LOOK AT YOU!!!

f1_wag69: Hotter than the sun. Literally. 😎🔥

fan_707: Okay, this is cute... but can we talk about how hot she looks? 🔥💯

alexandrasaintmleux: That beach glow is everything 😍 → ameliedayman: @alexandrasaintmleux love and miss you my girl!!

f1_wags_4ever: I see a lot of tension in these photos... 👀

f1fansupporter: I guess Lando is just a beach boy now. 😏

minniemills: @landonorris bro, can you fight? → landonorris: @minniemills YES I CAN

[sweet-evie]

Head empty... Just having thoughts of an AU centered around Apartment Ghost!Gojo... 👻👻👻 So take my imagines...

✨ masterlist ✨

»» Ghost!Gojo = Casper the Friendly Ghost... It doesn't stop him from being a fucking menace day in and day out though.

»» Ghost!Gojo has been dead and buried for 6 months.

»» Ghost!Gojo haunts an apartment occupied by a single mom with two kids: one elementary kid and a toddler.

»» Imagine how fucking creepy and unsettling it is to find your toddler talking to empty air, and when you ask them, they look back at you with big innocent eyes and that big cheeky grin, and they start babbling about their "imaginary friend".

»» Creepy, but the mom dismisses it at first, chalking it up to childish imagination running wild, but when the older sibling casually asks about a tall white-haired man hanging around the apartment living room at dinner, Mom is starting to get concerned. Couple this with the fact that her toddler is giggling at odd hours during the night, while the room is empty. 

»» Eventually, Ghost!Gojo makes his presence known to the mom... And he's all smiles and being his usual goofy self while he's waving -- as if it isn't unsettling to have a dead fucking person hanging out in your home.

»» It took a while, but I like to think, the mom warms up to Ghost!Gojo being around after a couple of months. He doesn't show himself frequently to Mom because he freaks her out, but it doesn't stop Ghost!Gojo from being her toddler's playmate and her older kid's study buddy.

»» As time passed, they got so comfortable living with the ghost that mom and her kids forget that Ghost!Gojo is not actually alive and he doesn't show himself to other people, except for them.

»» After they get so used to him and comfortable with him being around, think of Ghost!Gojo as a very very friendly and chaotic poltergeist. He doesn't destroy things (at least when he does, he doesn't mean to). He's very nice... He just does annoying shit. For instance...

»» Ghost!Gojo likes to dig around the kitchen cupboards for candy and leaves the doors open just to annoy the older sibling and leave the mom exasperated. They leave out a bowl of candy for him in the living room after that, hoping it would discourage his behavior, but nope... It's still Gojo, and he does what he wants.

»» Ghost!Gojo also pranks the mom and moves things around in the kitchen to confuse her. The first time he did it, she got scared. A few more times, she got so annoyed. But after like the umpteenth time, the mom just rolls her eyes, like, "Haha, very funny, Satoru! I'm getting stuff from the laundry room, and this kitchen better be sorted when I get back."

»» Mom has definitely threatened to call 'ghostbusters' on Satoru's ass multiple times, and Gojo thinks it's hilarious. She never actually does anything to drive him away. To be honest, she quite likes the fact that her kids have a babysitter when she has to work late... Even if said babysitter is a wandering spirit.

»» On that note, Ghost!Gojo takes his babysitting duties seriously, and proclaims himself the best babysitter ever!

»» Ghost!Gojo does all the typical things people do to entertain toddlers. He talks to her toddler, entertains them, makes them laugh, tickles them, slips candies in their lap, picks up toys and disappears from view to give the toddler a fun puppet show -- with all the floating toys and shit.

»» The older sibling actually saw him doing this one time when they slipped into their younger sibling's room, and they just had to laugh, because who would have thought their family of three would be lucky enough to move into an apartment haunted by a very friendly ghost.

»» Ghost!Gojo helps mom cook sometimes, fetching her ingredients from the pantry and stuff. If a normal person were in that kitchen, all they would see are floating ingredients. It's enough to give anyone a heart attack, but for mom and her 2 kids, it's just Satoru.

»» One time, the older sibling invited their friends over and one of their friends got the idea to play with a Ouija board after the older sibling joked about the apartment being haunted.

»» They play with the ouija board, and Satoru plays into it for fun. Pre-teen kid's friends are terrified, but the pre-teen kid is amused as hell, because they know it's just Gojo.

»» When the friends go home, they tell the pre-teen kid about how much fun they had, and pre-teen kid thanks Ghost!Gojo for being kind enough to play along.

»» Ghost!Gojo has a habit of collecting coins.

»» Ghost!Gojo has never actually tried leaving the confines of the apartment before, but the pre-teen kid asks and they actually figure it out together.

»» They had so much fun doing it too... Ghost!Gojo figures out a way to possess random objects so the pre-teen kid can take him anywhere.

»» That being said, Ghost!Gojo has possessed the most ridiculous things. Think Ghost!Gojo possessing laundry detergent, the coffee table, the toilet paper, etc. He possessed the oven once and it broke, and the mom got so mad, so Ghost!Gojo steers clear of possessing electronic devices from then on.

»» Ghost!Gojo helps the kids surprise their mom during holidays... e.g., Mother's Day, Christmas, etc. For obvious reason, the family starts loving Halloween, because Ghost!Gojo loves it so much.

»» The toddler starts calling Ghost!Gojo 'Papa'.

»» It warms moms heart and hurts her at the same time. 

»» Because Satoru Gojo would have made a wonderful father.

»» Ghost!Gojo sometimes wishes he was still alive so he could court mom properly...

»» And since he can't do anything about the fact that he's dead (a ghost for practically one year now), all he can do now is watch over them and make them as happy as possible...

»» Ghost!Gojo promises to stay for as long as he can, for as long as he is permitted.

»» Ghost!Gojo gets to see the kids grow up, move out, and he gets to see mom grow old too...

»» It breaks his heart to watch the people he's grown to care about grow old, while he stays frozen in time, haunting this little apartment forever.

»» Eventually, mom had to say 'goodbye', deciding she wanted to move to the countryside. It wasn't an easy decision...

»» The kids, now adults, return to their childhood apartment to help mom move away, and although Ghost!Gojo rarely shows himself these days, he appears one last time.

»» Unsurprisingly, leaving the place behind is hard. Every time they look back on their childhood, it's undeniably brighter and more colorful, and it's all because of the beloved ghost who made their lives so much brighter because of his presence.

»» Ghost!Gojo was their 'Dad,' 'Older Brother', 'Fun Uncle', and 'Annoying Roommate'. He's worn so many hats as the kids grew up.

»» Satoru doesn't stop them from moving away, only thanking them for showing him what it would have been like for him if he had been lucky enough to grow old with kids of his own. He never had that in his life, but he's glad that he got to have that even after he'd died.

»» He doesn't know how long he's sentenced to wander the earthly plains, but he promises to see them around.

»» The younger sibling actually cries and wishes that he was their dad for real.

»» The mom, now old but still sweet and kind, thanks Ghost!Gojo for being part of their family.

It was goodbye...

Gojo: I'm sad and forever bound to an apartment building.

Also Gojo: I will terrorize the next dweller if they're a dick.

The next occupant is an asshole who cheats on his significant other... Ghost!Gojo is making their life hell.

I kind of want to write a fic about this now 🥴

[corazondebeskar-reads]

you know you never stood a chance - chapter eight

you know you never stood a chance series

eight: in this world, it's just us

series masterlist | prev chapter | epilogue

Joel Miller x f!reader

Words: 4.8k

Summary: Joel and Ellie return to Jackson.

Warnings: vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), like one spank, cum eating, Joel is mean/bad with feelings (but he gets a little better!), this is not canon compliant, no use of y/n, description of injury, two idiots at the end of the world learn to communicate, author is ugly crying because this is the end

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

They’d told you last night, of course, when Joel and Ellie showed up at the gates. Tommy had come to your door himself. When he knocked in the middle of the night, you had assumed the worst. Not that the real news made you any less anxious.

They were planning on having a little welcome home dinner, nothing fancy, but something fun for the kids. Maria thought maybe it was a good time to take Alice up on her offer to babysit, since she’d have to get used to it sooner or later.

But then Alice volunteered to help do the cooking, and Maria wasn’t sure who else to ask.

“I’ll do it,” you said immediately.

She raised an eyebrow at you, which made you squirm. “Don’t you think you should be there?”

“Nah, I’m sure I’ll see Ellie around,” you said, giving her an overly-fake smile that clearly said, “don’t.”

“Uh-huh. That’s your call. But if you want to volunteer for diaper duty…”

“I’d love to. You should go, have some fun.”

“You sure you don’t want to come? Ellie was askin’ if you’d be there,” Tommy says.

“No, I’m sure. Y’all go on and have a good night. I promise we’ll be okay here,” you say, with little baby Alé cradled in your arms.

Tommy sighs and pinches his forehead in a way horribly reminiscent of his brother. And, of course, “It’s just—” he says, “I know y’all didn’t exactly part on good terms, but my brother, he’s got a weird way of showin’ he cares and—”

“Tommy,” your tone is warning. “For the last time, it wasn’t like that.”

“I saw y’all kissing,” he blurts.

You’re honestly surprised he kept his mouth shut for the last six months.

“No, you saw him try to make himself feel better after I got mad. Ain’t the same thing. Now y’all go on, go do whatever old married couples in the apocalypse do for a good time. And don’t tell me about any of it.”

They each kissed the baby’s forehead before they left, Tommy promising one of them would be back soon.

It’s heading toward summer, the nights not quite so chilly anymore, so you swaddle Alé and go to the rocking chair on the porch. The street is dark, though you can see the soft glow of the mess hall in the distance.

It’s not so dark that you don’t see him walking. His gait is off, not quite a limp, but you’d know that shadow anywhere—the broad shoulders, the puff of hair, the way he seems to hunch into himself to hide away.

“You’re going the wrong way,” you say before he can set off with whatever stupid thing he was about to say.

“Nah, I’m not.”

“Dunno if you heard, but they’re throwing you a party. You’re kind of supposed to be there.”

“So’re you.”

“Nope, I’m babysitting. Got better things to do tonight than look at your ugly mug.”

He shakes his head, standing now at the bottom of the porch steps. The single lamp flickers across his face, drawing shadows where the stress and age eat away at him.

You look away, down to the baby and the peace over her tiny face, softly breathing through dreamless sleep. Or whatever it was that babies dream about.

“Look—”

“Joel, if I wanted to talk to you, I would have shown up.”

“I’ll just keep comin’ back.”

“I’ll tell Tommy.”

“You can’t threaten me with my own brother.”

“Ok, I’ll tell Maria.”

“Damn,” he shakes his head. “You got me there.”

“Go away, Joel. Go enjoy your party.” It’s softer than you meant it to be, and when his eyes catch yours, you know he didn’t miss that.

He gives you a nod, jaw ticking, and walks away. You want to feel victorious, and you do; it just stings all the same.

Maria comes home after an hour and a half. She’s got impeccable timing, as Alé has just begun to stir and realize that you are, unfortunately, not her mother. Nor do you have milk to offer her. Her little face rubs against your shirt while she begins to wail.

“You got a sixth sense about that,” you tell Maria.

She laughs. “Guess I do.”

“It’s kind of neat,” you say. “Like even after decades of technology and convenience, our bodies still know what to do.”

“It is,” she says absentmindedly, and she’s looking at you in a way you do not want to be looked at right now, so you gather up your jacket and your book.

“Okay, cool, hope you had fun, good night!” You make it as far as opening the screen door before she stops you.

“He come by?”

Your mouth drops open. “You betrayed me!”

“Of course I didn’t. Seriously? It was Tommy.”

“That little rat.”

“You wanna go tell him off? He’s still down at the hall.” She’s got a glint in her eye again, the one that makes you feel both laughed at and cared about.

“You’re not funny,” you say, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

“It was an accident. He did good when Joel asked about you, but then he asked about Alé.”

You laugh, something warm and fond in your chest, even if your heart keeps ticking up a notch. You turn the knob of the front door.

“They liked your gift.”

Damn it, how does she keep doing that? You pause your escape and look up at her, finding honesty there.

“Ellie liked it?”

“They both did,” Maria says, and tells you how several of the townsfolk had, in fact, not liked it, but Joel and Ellie sure did.

You weren’t sure you were actually going to give it to him, time and irritation having grown into anxiety over it. But other people were giving housewarming gifts, and to be fair, you had made it for Joel.

The quilt was folded neatly and tied with twine. Most of it was an array of colors, working with what scraps could be spared. Maria had assured you that keeping folks warm was always a good use.

He hadn’t noticed, at first. She thought maybe he was having some kind of attack, actually, when Tommy told him it was from you. He had gone oddly blank and frozen for a minute. After he came back to himself, he had run his fingers over the worn, soft fabric, and then cleared his throat and moved on.

Ellie didn’t. She was chilly and pleased as punch to have a blanket. When she unfolded it to spread across her lap, she burst out laughing.

“The hell’s the matter with you?” Joel asked her.

She was laughing too hard to breathe, let alone answer him, so he stomped over.

You had saved all the white squares to spell “fuck you” in block letters across the middle of the quilt.

For a moment, he stood there, just staring at it. But between the way it made his chest feel like it was full of bubbles and the way Ellie was now pointing at his dumbfounded expression and laughing so hard she was crying, he couldn’t help it. He joined her, absolutely fucking falling apart in hysterics.

“No way,” you scoffed at Maria when she reached that part of her retelling.

“Yeah. He lost it. Scared some of the kids.”

It doesn’t take him long to notice. He figures he still had an internal sensor wired to be aware of your presence. A safety feature turned bug.

You’re leaning against the wall across the room, just watching. Taking them in from a safe distance. Ellie sees where he’s looking and jumps up, running over.

She throws her arms around your neck and hugs you. You hug her back, the rush of relief at her well-being overtaking you.

“I’m glad you’re still here,” she says

“I’m glad you’re back. And you’re okay?”

She nods and opens her mouth, then looks around at the hall full of people.

“S’ok, you can tell me everything tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’m on patrol in the morning, but I’ll find you after.”

“No, you’re not,” Tommy says, coming up behind you and clapping a hand on each shoulder. He’s looking over Ellie’s shoulder, where Joel hovers on the other side of the room, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Ain’t this your party? Go have fun,” he says to Ellie.

You watch as she bounds over to Joel and points to you, like he hadn’t seen you first.

Tommy gives your shoulders a squeeze and leans in close. “Look, I know ya said you weren’t scared, but you look it. You don’t gotta tell me anything, but if you need me to keep him away from you, just say the word.”

Not for the first time, your heart clenches with fondness, and you duck out of his grasp so you can turn to face him.

“Don’t worry about me,” you say, trying to put as much earnestness into the words and your eyes as you can.

“M’serious. He’s my brother, and I love him, but I know he’s not always done the best things and—“

“Hey.” The sharp tone of your voice stops his rambling. “Thank you, Tommy, seriously. But I promise it’s fine.”

Joel wasn’t going to bother you again. He wasn’t. But then he caught Tommy shooting him a suspicious look over your shoulder, and he can’t stop himself from making his way over.

Tommy’s telling you about your shift change tomorrow, something about having to swap someone to cover for Sam, which turned into a whole mess of scheduling. You’ve been bumped to dinner duty, which is fine by you anyway.

You don’t get to tell him that, though. Something flickers across his face, a wrangled mess of hurt and happiness. It’s the only warning you got.

“Y’ain’t over here botherin’ her, right?” Joel says gruffly.

You roll your eyes. “You two are somethin’ else.”

Tommy rubs the back of his neck, but Joel says, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You spin around to stare him down, arms crossed over your chest. “It means I don’t need either of you playin’ bodyguard, but especially not you.”

“If ya came here just to yell at me, let’s go outside.”

“Fine,” you snap. You hadn’t, actually, but then again, he’s always done this, crawled up under your skin like a tick.

And so you find yourself in a sick copy of six months past, standing and glaring at Joel outside the mess hall, arms folded across your chest.

“Well, go on then,” he says.

You open your mouth to say something mean, anything really, but what comes out is, “Is Ellie really okay?”

He opens and shuts his mouth. “Uh, yeah,” he says, and rubs the back of his neck. “She will be. She’ll be pissed if I tell you everything without her, but we had a real rough go of it, coupla close calls.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, seeing their mangled bodies from your nightmares. You take a deep breath and find him watching you with a pinched brow and a deep-set frown.

“And you? You’re okay too?” you say.

“Yeah, a’course. I’m fine.” He pauses and scratches his beard. “Look, m’not sorry.”

“Fine.” You turn to walk away, to go back and grab your things and get out of there before Tommy can see that you’re upset.

“Now, just hold on a minute,” Joel says, jogging to follow after you. “You hear me out.”

“No thanks. I don’t need an excuse, Joel. We don’t owe each other a damn thing.”

“Can you just stop bein’ a stubborn brat for two goddamn minutes? I’m tryin’ to tell you something.”

You spin around to face him with a nasty sneer you hadn’t worn the whole time Joel was gone. “Maybe I don’t want to hear anything you have to say to me.”

He pushes you up against the wall. It’s not rough, but he’s got a firm grip on your shoulders, and for one fleeting moment, you think about yelling for help. He must see something in your eyes because he drops his arms to his sides and steps back.

“Wasn’t gonna—I wasn’t gonna hurt you.” He mumbles the last bit to the ground, can’t look you in the eye, can’t see fear on your face for the first time.

“Wait,” you say as he turns to leave. “I know you weren’t, Joel.” You can’t look at him either, voice quiet. “I’m just not used to people touching me like that anymore.”

“I’m not—I swear—”

“I know. Joel,” you sigh and look up at the stars, wishing you believed in any higher power to ask for a little guidance. But you don’t; you’ve seen enough that all you trust is your own two feet on the ground and the whole damn Miller clan.

You scuff the toe of your boot in the dirt. “Why’re y’all like this?” you grumble.

“What?”

Whoops. You hadn’t actually meant to say that out loud. You sigh again and look up at him. “We can’t fight. I don’t want Alé to think her uncle and auntie can’t get along.”

“Auntie?”

“Yeah. Your dumb ass left me here with your brother as a watchdog. What did you think was gonna happen?”

Truth be told, he didn’t know. Didn’t really know Tommy anymore. “That’s good,” he says after a moment. “I’m glad ya weren’t alone.”

“Oh, I tried. He’s a persistent little fucker.”

He looks up at you and sighs, shaking his head. “I’m still not sorry,” the words come out fast, like he knows he’s got thirty seconds before you run away again. “Nearly died too many damn times. Don’t think I could’ve gotten us all out alive.”

You’ve thought about this moment more than you’d like to admit. Thought about the things you were going to say, the cruel ways you could dig between his ribs and pry. Thought about slapping him in the face, even. But in the end, you’re too tired of it all to consider any of it.

“If you wanna talk, let’s go someplace and talk.”

It catches him off guard. You feel spitefully pleased that he doesn’t know what to expect from you. But it stings a little, too.

You end up going back to his place. Tommy had wasted no time helping get things set up for them to have a home, hopeful that it would keep them there.

You make tea in his kitchen, using the things he didn’t know he had. He accepts a mug of it, even though it’s decaf.

“Too late for you to be having caffeine anyway,” you scold when he grumbles.

He sits down across from you at the dining table, mug wrapped in both hands. You take a moment to look at him. He looks more than six months older. He’s gone grayer, and there are new scars, new marks on him that you don’t recognize.

He looks away from your scrutinizing, tapping fingers against his mug, and shakes his head. “I ain’t got a thing to say for myself. I’m not sorry I left you here, but I am sorry I hurt you.”

Your mouth runs off without you. “Holy shit. Who are you, and what’ve you done with Joel Miller? An apology?”

But he doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t roll his eyes and call you a brat. Instead, he looks down at the table and purses his lips.

It makes you shift in your seat, legs turning automatically to angle for a better escape route. “Hey,” you say, swallowing hard. You wait until he looks up. “It is what it is. I didn’t have any delusions about what this was.” You gesture loosely between you.

“I mighta.”

You feel a lot like the time your sister pushed you off the diving board at the neighborhood pool, limbs flailing until you landed flat on your stomach in the water. “Run that by me again?”

“I got it in my head that you were mine. And then I didn’t like that much, so I told myself I was doin’ what was best for both of us.”

It’s your turn to purse your lips, but you don’t look away, afraid that if you do, he’ll stop talking.

He sighs again. “Look, I ain’t good at this. But I care about ya, okay?”

“Joel—”

“I know you’ve got a life here, now. Don’t know if you’ve got any room in it for me. But Ellie knows it’s my fault you didn’t come, so don’t go pushin’ her away, okay?”

“Joel—”

“And I know you got close with Tommy. I’ll just meet up with him somewhere you’re not, tell him he’s gotta warn you if I’m comin’ over or something.”

“Joel!”

He shuts his mouth, eyes wide.

“God, when you get going, you get going. I don’t think you’ve ever said so many words to me in a day, let alone one sitting.” It’s not what you meant to say. It’s never what you mean to say, and usually, you don’t care about your runaway tongue, but right now, you really want to say the right thing.

You’re not so far. He’s shutting down quick, you can see the walls going back up as he works his jaw back and forth.

“Joel,” you try again, softer. “You don’t have to do all that. I care about you, too. I spent so long trying not to that when you gave me an excuse to hate you, I jumped on it. I’m not any good at this, either.”

He watches your face carefully, peeling his fingers away from his mug and reaching the hand across the table. His warm hand slides between your own and your mug. He cradles it, your right hand in his left. Your breath catches.

You stare at where you connect, his broad palm covering yours. There are fucking butterflies in your stomach, like you’re a fucking teenager. Your ears and the back of your neck burn as you have to bite your lip to keep from grinning.

“What’s so funny?” He starts to pull back.

You tighten your grip and hold on, giving in to the urge to smile. “Not laughin’, Miller. Just,” and you shake your head. “We’re too damn old to be so stupid about this.”

He shakes his head, jaw twitching, before his own smile peeks through. “Y’ain’t wrong.”

You sit there for a few minutes, the silence warmed by your still-steaming tea and clasped hands.

“I know you said we don’t owe each other anything,” he says slowly. “But I was thinkin’ maybe I owe you a better kind of apology.”

“Oh yeah? You gonna get on your knees and grovel for me?”

His smile curls into a dangerous smirk. “I’m gonna get on my knees, but you’re gonna be the one beggin’, sweetheart.”

“Don’t make promises you aren’t going to keep.”

He pulls his hand from yours and takes both mugs, dumping them down the sink while you protest. But you don’t whine about it for long, because he turns and quirks an eyebrow at you. “If you’d hurry up, I was plannin’ on making good on that promise right now.”

You let him pull you up the stairs, trying to leave your anxieties behind on the landing. He’s kissing you before the bedroom door is shut, sliding his hands up your shirt to hold onto your bare waist.

“This okay, darlin’?”

You nod, bumping your nose against his in your eagerness to recapture his lips. You think he meant to go slow, but it doesn’t work out. Neither of you really know how, anyway, though you think maybe you’d like to learn.

Once he has you peeled out of your jeans and tee, he sits you on the edge of the bed and goes to make good on his promise.

“Wait,” you say, even though the last thing you want him to do is stop.

He freezes, worry written in the lines of his face.

“You can’t really be on your knees like that, Joel; they’ll be so swollen tomorrow.”

“S’worth it,” he grunts, trying to bat off your hands where they’ve wrapped their concern in his shirt.

“Nah, get up here,” you say, tugging until he eases himself back up.

“Fine, I got a better idea anyway,” he says, laying back on the pillows and pulling until you straddle him. “Get up here, sweetheart.”

You feel like you’ve come down with a fever, body gone hot but shivering from the cold. “Um, what?”

He shakes his head, mostly at himself. Of course you don’t know what he wants; he’s the only person in this godforsaken world that’s eaten your cunt.

“Come sit on my face, baby. Let me taste you. And no, y’ain’t gonna hurt me, just get up here.”

You shuffle forward until he loses his patience and yanks on your hips, jerking you forward so you have to catch yourself on the headboard. It works out anyway since he doesn’t give you any time to settle before he’s pulling you down. He licks right into your cunt, not wasting any time, before licking up to suck at your clit.

You cry out and apologize as your hips jerk forward.

“S’good, baby, take what you need,” he says, hot breath against your cunt before he gets back to work. He has you falling apart in no time, greedily lapping at everything you offer.

“Anyone touch you while I was gone?” he growls, nipping at your clit.

You cry out and grind down into his mouth, but he pulls back a little and slaps your ass.

“I asked you a question.”

“No, no one,” you gasp, trying again to reach his mouth.

He rewards you with his tongue, licking and sucking and biting until you give him another orgasm.

“Why’s that, pretty girl? Surely you could have fucked your way through this town by now.”

“Don’t—ahh—didn’t want anyone else.” His mouth has you confessing like your mama used to insist on when you were little. Admitting your most shameful secrets in the dark room. “Never did.”

He leans back to talk again, and you whine, a truly desperate, pathetic enough sound that he forgets what he had to say and gives you what you want.

He doesn’t quit until your thighs are shaking with the effort. He taps your leg to get you to slide off and immediately flips your positions so you’re caged under his body.

You bring your hands up to his biceps, gliding them over his broad shoulders, and cup his face. He leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead as he slides into your warm, welcoming cunt. He pulls his head back a little to watch as he presses inside, drinking up the way your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, muscles tightening against the stretch.

“Shh, baby, just relax. You can take it,” he kisses down your neck as he whispers. “I know it’s been a while, but that pretty little pussy can fuckin’ take it.”

You’re trembling under him, twitching and writhing as he kisses and bites across your collarbone and down to your breasts. He works himself deeper, sucking on your nipples until you cum again, muscles loosening just enough until his cock is buried to the base.

“Fuck,” he bites out, gritting his teeth and grinding into you. “Fuckin’ hell, I missed you.”

He catches the look in your eye and cuts you off. “And not just your cunt, either, smartass.”

You grin, and he kisses you, licking inside like he can wipe away your smugness.

You break away and kiss his neck up to bite his earlobe. “You fuckin’ like it.”

The look he gives you is overwhelmingly fond. It feels like something cracks inside your sternum.

“Yeah, I do,” he says.

You bury your face in his neck, biting down on the tendon on a particularly rough thrust. “You can’t just say shit like that, Joel. You’re gonna make me think you like me.”

“I don’t know how else I gotta say it, baby. I like you.”

You whimper, and he doesn’t press you to respond. Doesn’t need to. Instead, he brings his hand down to worry at your sore clit, brushing gently as you arch up, squirming both toward and away from the overstimulation.

“One more, gimmie one more,” he demands, pace increasing. Your body, as always, listens, and as your cunt grips him, he pulls out to spill on your pussy, coating your coarse curls in his spend.

He doesn’t leave you time to wonder if he’ll go back to cleaning you up now that there’s running water. He slides down, crouching, and licks your combined mess before climbing back up to kiss you and share the salty tang of your pleasures.

He doesn’t leave you time to wonder if he’ll kick you out, either. “Stay,” he murmurs against your lips. “Please.”

You nod, letting him melt you into the mattress with his soft touches.

He gives you his shirt to sleep in, his possessive post-orgasm brain demanding to mark you further. Unfortunately, he didn’t think it through, because that’s when you see it.

“What the fuck is that?” you ask, pointing at the still-pinkish scarring.

“Oh, that’s nothin’,” he says, arms dropping to lay across it in maybe the least casual way you’ve ever seen.

But you’ve got something sharp behind your eyes, something calculating. “You said you were fine.”

“I am fine. Quit your worryin’.”

“Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll hear it from Ellie tomorrow. Unless you want a chance to give me your version of the story.”

He groans and covers his face with both hands. “Fine. I fell and had a run-in with a bit of rebar. But I’m fine now.”

“You keep sayin’ that, making it sound like you definitely were not fine at one point.”

He thinks you’re going to be mad all over again, that you’ll say there was something you could have done, had you been there.

“I was fine until I wasn’t. We got it out, Ellie stitched me up, and we rested until I was better.”

“And the part you don’t want to tell me?”

“It got infected. Sepsis or some kind of bacteria. It wasn’t… it didn’t look good. Honestly, I don’t remember much of it.” He chances a look at you, and the tight feeling in his chest starts to creep in.

“Joel,” you whisper. You purse your lips, eyes scrunching, and take a shaky breath through your nose.

“Darlin’, please. I don’t—I can’t do this right now. Ya can’t cry like this right now.”

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. “Okay. But promise you’ll tell me everything another day?”

“I promise. C’mon, lay down.” He tugs at your wrist, and you let your body follow, curling up to his bare chest.

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“Nah, I’m tellin’ you. It’s fine now.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and then helps himself to another at your lips. “Stop that,” he says when your eyes well up again.

“M’sorry. It’s just been a helluva fuckin’ day.”

“I know, baby. But you can rest now, okay? I got you.”

You don’t have to look far to find Ellie in the morning. She’s sitting at the kitchen table when you come down in just Joel’s shirt and your panties. Luckily, it’s long enough to cover everything, but you both freeze for a moment, staring at the other’s wide eyes.

“Come on,” she groans. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? One night. You couldn’t go one night?” She’s thrown a hand over her eyes.

“I’m not naked, you drama queen,” you say, setting the kettle on.

“It’s so gross; he’s so old,” she groans.

“I’m not that much younger,” you remind her.

“Yeah, but you’re like, cool and stuff.”

“Sorry, honey,” you say, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her hair. “I’m not that cool, either.”

She lets her head fall against the table. “Nope, can’t do it. I’m going to the mess for breakfast. Please, both of you be dressed, and like, six feet apart when I get back.”

You just laugh, digging through the cabinet for clean mugs as she grabs her bag and flees.

“What’s all the ruckus?” Joel asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while you pour the tea.

“Oh, just traumatizing the teenager all over again.” You crane your neck to press a kiss to his cheek, but he catches you and steals it from your mouth instead.

“Be careful,” you murmur. “I could get used to this.”

“I fuckin’ hope so,” he says, “‘Cause I could get used to this. Pretty girl in my shirt makin’ me a drink.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, exactly like every day when I lived in your apartment.”

“Well,” he holds you a little tighter, kissing up your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder. “Maybe not exactly like that.”

epilogue

This is the end, y'all. I love you, and thank you so so much.

*title from "As It Was" by Harry Styles

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Can I request a fix for Levi with a single parent!reader? Like reader and Levi are very close and are together, but Levi doesn't know they have a child, and no one but Erwin knows that the reader has a kid out there for one reason or another (up to you). So one day, Levi somehow finds out and meets their kid and notices how polite, well behaved and protective they are of the reader, and they absolutely love and adore Levi. Also maybe a sprinkle of the other vets and the 104th here and there? I hope my request isn't too much for you😅💕

Thank u a whole lot, and I absolutely adore your content❤

I'm going to change this request a bit because I don't know how the reader can keep a child secret from Levi while they're a couple. Plus, keeping a kid secret from your partner if you've been together as a couple is not the best way to start a relationship, because it starts with a lie? So, Levi knows there is a kid, he just hasn't met them yet.

Polite little man

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, Mum reader, little boy, meeting the kid, established couple, sheriff Levi.

Levi and you have been dating for just over a month now and it is very serious. So, it's time to meet your son, Bjorn. Bjorn is a cute four-year-old with bright eyes, a big brain, a big heart and very polite. Levi and your son click right away with each other and have a wonderful playdate together.

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You knelt before Bjorn and helped him with his little outfit. He had cute trousers on, a smart shirt and an adorable jumper over. "There, all fixed."

Bjorn sighed. "Mummy, will he like?"

You cupped his cubby cheeks and kissed the end of his nose. "Levi will love your outfit. He'll think you look like a distinguished gentleman."

Bjorn giggled. "Thank you, Mummy."

You hummed a laugh. "You ready to go to the meeting spot?"

"Yes, Mummy."

You stood up and helped him put on his backpack. "You want me to put your shoes on?"

He hurried over to the shoes. "I can, mummy."

You put yours on and unlocked the front door. You smiled as he raced outside to the white picket fence gate and waited for you. You locked the door and walked over to him only to see Sasha, your neighbour, racing outside to see Bjorn and you.

Sasha waved to you and called your name. "Morning!"

You smiled sweetly and waved back. "Morning."

She leapt over your fence and jogged over. "Where you going? Am I not babysitting today?"

You shook your head. "Nope, today Bjorn is meeting Levi. So, Bjorn is coming with me."

"Oh, that's exciting for you Bjorn." She crouched down. "And look at you, you look so cool."

Bjorn gripped his jumper. "I am dressed to impress, like mummy says."

You laughed. "He's so cute."

Sasha smiled. "Bjorn? Levi will love you. You're a cool little guy and so smart. You've got this."

Bjorn grinned. "Thank you."

You reached over and took your son's hand. "Come on, little man. We can't be late."

"Bye-bye."

The two of you walked through your quiet and nice little town to the station to see Sheriff Levi, your boyfriend. The plan was you'd meet him at the station so Bjorn could see him in his uniform and his workplace, then you'd all go together on a fun outing.

You waved to Eren behind the welcome desk. "Morning, Eren. You on reception duty this morning?"

Eren smiled at you. "I am, yeah. I don't mind it, means I get to talk to people."

"That's good!"

He looked over his desk. "Who's this?"

You looked down at Bjorn. "This is my son, Bjorn. Say hello."

Bjorn gripped your hand. "Good morning, Mr."

Eren smiled. "Good morning to you too."

You pointed away. "We're off to see Levi, so I'll see you soon."

"Sure!"

You pulled Bjorn along and through the station until you reached Levi's office. "Okay, my little man, this is Levi's office. Do you want to knock?"

Bjorn nodded. "Please."

He lightly knocked and heard Levi's deep welcoming voice. Bjorn reached up and moved the handle. He pushed the door with your help and slipped inside. He stood there and held his little breath as he stared at Levi behind his desk in his sheriff uniform. He wasn't scared of Levi, but amazed and interested.

"Wow." His little voice caused Levi to look up. Bjorn looked at you as you stepped into the room, then back at Levi. "G-Good morning, Mr. I am Bjorn. I am four and a half years old and I love my mummy, woodland animals, bunnies and water!"

Levi walked over to him. "Good morning to you too, Bjorn." He knelt and offered his hand. "I am Sheriff Levi Ackerman. I am twenty six years old. I also love your mummy very much, as well as tea, the woods, bunnies and the ocean."

Bjorn shook Levi's hand. "Mummy is the best. I want mummy to smile all the time and be happny."

Levi smiled at how protective Bjorn was. "Of course, me too." He looked over Bjorn's outfit. "I love your outfit, did you pick that out?"

"Yes. The jumper has a bunny on it."

Levi chuckled. "I can see that, I like it."

Bjorn looked at you. "Mummy? I like him."

You blushed. "I'm glad. I love him a lot."

Bjorn turned to Levi. "You may kiss and hug my mummy."

Levi stood up and approached you. "Well?"

You wrapped your arms around Levi and hugged him as you giggled. "Happy to hug you." You pulled back a bit and kissed him. You whispered to him. "You're doing amazing."

Levi sighed. "I'm glad. I like him, he's so cute."

"He's the best." You pulled back and smiled at Bjorn. "You ready to go?"

Bjorn nodded. "Mm, I'm hungry, mummy. May I have something to eat?"

Levi ruffled Bjorn's hair. "We'll go to a nice diner. You can eat anything you want."

Bjorn's eyes sparkled. "Thank you!"

Levi picked up his sheriff's hat. "You want to wear my hat?"

"May I?" Bjorn bounced up and down. "Please, Mr."

Levi put his hat on Bjorn's head. "Perfect."

You giggled when you saw how big it was. "Looks cute."

Bjorn gripped his hat and looked up at you with a bright smile. "I love this."

"That's cute, Bjorn."

Bjorn held your hand and reached for Levi's "Let's go."

Levi took Bjorn's hand with a gentle smile. He walked with you outside and slowly relaxed. Levi noticed Erwin was doing his mayoral rounds, so he waved over to him. "Morning, Erwin."

Erwin waved. "Morning. Oh! If it isn't my favourite little man. Morning, Bjorn."

Bjorn grinned. "Morning, Mr mayor!" He looked up at Levi. "May I be picked up?"

Levi felt honoured. "Of course." He picked Bjorn up and sat him on his shoulders. "Hold onto my head, okay?"

Bjorn did as Levi asked. "Okay. So high!"

Levi held your son's little legs to keep him safe. "Fun, right?"

He giggled. "Yes! Thank you."

You reached over and lightly gripped Levi's upper arm. You all walked over to the local diner. You thought about what to eat and the next meet up you could have. You were thinking the next time Levi could come over and see what it's like looking after Bjorn with you.

Levi sat Bjorn in a little seat before taking his hat off. "Because you are such a distinguished little gentleman, I will take your hat off for you."

Bjorn smiled. "Hats off indoors."

"You're so polite." He chuckled and pulled you close. "After you, my beautiful love."

You squeaked as he kissed you and then let you get into your seat. You were next to Bjorn, just in case he needed help and you appreciate that Levi did that for you. You showed Bjorn the menu and talked him through what there was.

You smiled sweetly at him. "Want to share a hotdog and fries with mummy?"

Bjorn nodded. "Yes, please."

Levi closed his menu. "Are you sure?"

You smiled at Levi. "The hotdogs are huge here, I could never finish it by myself. I can eat like two thirds of it."

He hummed in thought. "You're right." He placed the orders and then hugged you close. "You're so beautiful."

You blushed. "Thank you, handsome."

You kissed Levi and then chatted as a little group. It brought you so much joy to see Bjorn and Levi getting on so well. Levi was making your son laugh so much with his silly jokes. You really felt like the three of you could be a family and that's all you ever wanted.

Levi adored you so much and he thought Bjorn was wonderful. Levi had been so nervous to meet Bjorn after hearing so much about him. The love he had for you was so strong that he was going to make you his forever love. So, getting along with Bjorn was so important. Bjorn was such a wonderful kid that they got on so naturally. All worries just washed away.

After eating, Bjorn was struggling to stay awake now he was full. You cleaned his little face and hummed a bit. "We should head home."

Levi smiled. "Want me to carry him?"

You smiled back. "If you don't mind. It'll be another bonding thing for you two."

Levi lifted Bjorn up and held him close. "I got you, little buddy."

Bjorn whined and gripped Levi's shirt. "Thank you, daddy Levi."

Levi tensed up a bit, it surprised him to hear that and yet he loved it. "You're welcome." He walked with you and whispered. "He called me daddy."

You giggled at the bright look in Levi's eyes. "I was nervous about today, but it's got incredibly well. Bjorn and you got on like you were actually father and son. Sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable."

"It doesn't, it makes me happy. We've talked about what we want in life and this relationship. We both want marriage and kids." He blushed. "I want you."

You leaned over and kissed him. "I want you too, Levi."

[seraphimcollections]

gentle giant | könig x medic!reader |

chapter 4

warnings: angst! light violence, abduction, adult themes, MDNI

summary: Konig and you enjoy each other's company, with as much time you have left.

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: heyoooo! here's another addition to this series! I'm thinking about two more parts for this series so stay tuned! Thank you!

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The next few weeks happened quickly, too quickly for your liking. Every day it was the same: early morning run -- unsupervised, it was the only time of the day that you had to yourself. After that, breakfast which usually consisted of whatever rations the cooks had heated up. König would meet up with you at the cafeteria, never eating but simply wanting to be around you. From there you would hit the showers and then recede back into your office. Most of the time the other nurses would lend a hand with the occasional bruise and scrape that walked through the door, leaving you alone to do your paperwork, which never seemed to cease thanks to Price. 

“We’re on the run, how is there this much paperwork?” You ask. 

Price would shrug, “it’s for that reason that there is this much paperwork. At least it gives you something to do, aye?” 

And give you something to do it did. While you were drowning in paperwork in the mid afternoon, König would come and visit you after completing training. He would take his usual seat across from you and keep himself busy with what he could find around the office. For being assigned to babysitting duty, he didn’t look half as miserable as he should’ve been. In fact, he looked relaxed. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. 

“Bӓr, how can you be so calm about this?” You drop her pen to the desk. 

König stopped flipping through one of the books from the nearly vacant bookshelves, his easy gaze landing on you. 

“Hm? What’s there to be upset about?” König questioned. 

“It’s just, there’s not many people lining up to play babysitter,” You said. “Ghost would be kicking and screaming.” 

König chuckled, “they don’t know what they’re missing.”

You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you shook your head. 

“Still, there must be something you’d rather be doing.” 

König eyes squinted and you swore you saw something twinkle within those ocean eyes. The colonel chuckled as he stood to his feet, setting the book down on the desk. You lean back into your chair as König comes around the desk before standing in front of you. You gulp as he maneuvers his knee in between your legs, his hands supporting his weight on the chair’s armrest, caging you in. You’re sure your face is bright red as you look up into his eyes. 

“Well, there are a few things I can think of, Maus,” König's voice rumbles through his chest. 

You laugh, playfully hitting him in the chest, “I suppose I could squeeze in some time in my busy schedule.” 

“Du bist perfekt,” König whispers as he leans in even closer. 

You reached for his hood before hearing a knock at the door. Your head whips around to see a man standing at the door. He waved with a friendly smile. 

“Afternoon Colonel, Doctor,” the man said, “Price sent me to retrieve the colonel for a briefing. Sent me to keep watch.” 

König stood to his full menacing height as he eyed the nameless man up and down. 

“You know our names, but we don’t know yours,” König said. 

His once gentle tone was gone and replaced by a steely, authoritarian tone. The man didn’t seem deterred by König's protectiveness, his charming smile never slipped. 

“Right! Sorry, I’m Pt. Richards, I’m usually stationed in the kitchens but we’re slow right now. Price saw me heading to the yard and asked if I could come get you,” Richards said. 

You cock your head to the side, “did Cap say what it was for?” 

Richards shrugged his shoulders, “nope, but by his expression alone, it looked pretty urgent. Of course he wanted to make sure to have someone to accompany you, doctor. Think he said he’d be in his office.” 

You hummed, looking back up to König who never took his eyes away from the brunette with the sly smile. You smile reassuringly, patting König on his chest, finally gaining his gaze. 

“It’ll just be a second, it’s almost lunch time anyway. I’ll meet you at the cafeteria, same time?” You smile. 

From the look in his eyes you could tell he wasn’t convinced but couldn’t deny Price’s summons. Finally, he nodded before making his way toward the door before stopping and looking over his shoulder to you. 

“Wenn er irgendetwas versucht-”

“Ich werde ihn kastrieren, ohne Narkose,” your smile sweet. 

König couldn’t help but snicker at that before looking down at Richards who obviously was a little shorter than him. 

“Do you speak German, soldier?” he asked. 

Richards shook his head. König clamped his hand on the man’s shoulder with enough force to make the poor man jolt. 

“Good, keep an eye on her,” König said before disappearing out into the hall. 

Richards stood awkwardly in the doorway as you stood to place the file you’d been working on back into the cabinet. 

“Well, I suppose while you’re here you can make yourself useful,” you say, your back to him. “Where are you from, private?” 

“The States,” said Richards, “straight from the Pentagon.” 

Your blood went cold as your eyes widened in shock. Your eyes dart to the pair of scissors sitting on your desk before making a made dash for them. You cry out, feeling Richards slam into you, falling back on to the desk. You immediately try to get back up, only for Richards to wrap his calloused hand around your throat like it was nothing, pinning you. You growl and yelp as you flail around, kicking as much as you could. But there was no use, Richards slithered between your legs, grinning like a sadist. 

“Found you, little bird,” he chuckled darkly, his grip on your throat tightening making you gasp and cough. “You know, I thought that it was going to be harder to get to you, but I guess not even KorTac’s finest could keep you from us.” 

Tears threatened to fall from your wide eyes, your face turning a deep maroon and threatening blue. Your vision began to splotch as you watched Richard, if that was even his real name, pull a mysterious cloth from his pocket. You could do nothing but try to wiggle from his grip but to no avail. He smothered the cloth over your mouth and nose, your senses taken over by a sweet scent. Your vision began to fail, Richards splitting into two as the room slowly fell away from you. 

“N-no,” you whimpered, the tears finally falling. “König, B-Bӓr…”

“How cute,” you could hear Richards before you slipped under, “there’s no one coming to save you little bird. No one.”

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König nearly ran through the halls of the base on his way to Price’s office. Of course Price’s office just had to be on the complete opposite of the base. 

“This better be important,” he grumbled as he finally turned the corner to the hallway that led to Price’s office. 

He had the manners to knock, but not wait for the Captain’s say so to enter. There sat Price behind his desk, buried in paperwork similar to you, chiefing a large cigar. Price looked up from his reading and his expression made König uneasy. 

“Colonel, what brings you to my office?” Price said, rightfully confused. 

König froze in his step, brow furrowed. 

“I was told I was summoned, captain,” König said. 

Price shook his head, “by who? I didn’t send for ya.” 

König could feel his chest tighten, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. 

“A private, Richards, he came to us a-and-” 

Price could see the panic in the Austrian’s eyes and stood to his feet. 

“Son, where’s Wren?” 

König's eyes flew open when he finally connected all the dots. Without another word,. König flew out the door, sprinting down the hallway. 

“Shit!” Price cursed, following Konig out.

König charged across the base, pushing the occasional person out the way as he went. It didn’t take him long, max 2 minutes to get back to your office. The door was open as it always was as he stormed in only to come to an abrupt halt. The room was torn to pieces, chairs knocked over and papers scattered everywhere like snowflakes. Richards was gone, and so were you. 

Rage bubbled in König's chest, his shoulders heaving with every breath he took. His hands were balled into fist as he stalked over to your desk. He slammed his fist into the wood, letting out a grunt as he let his head hang low. Price rushed through the door, having brought Soap and Ghost with him, witnessing König's defeated stance. 

“She’s gone…bastard took her,” Price said through gritted teeth. 

König let out an animalistic shout as he completely flipped your desk over like it was nothing but a cardboard box. 

“Easy, soldier,” Ghost warned. 

König glared at the British man over his shoulder before shaking his head. 

“What do we do? We’re gonna get her back, right?” Soap said. 

Price nodded, approaching Konig before patting the giant on his shoulder, “we’ll get her back.” 

König could see red. 

“No matter the cost.”

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Hii I'm a new follower and I really like your artwork😊 I saw you were taking some sketch requests a while back, so I was wondering, may i ask for an interaction between uncle Yuri and stefan or his nephew and nieces in general?

Yuri of course was’t on board with the kids for obvious reasons. He changed however after little Katie May was born. She tends to act the same way Yuri does when Yor is absent. But seeing this little version of Yor so distraught, he couldn’t stand to see her cry. And considering he reminds little Katie May so much of Yor, she tends to calm down a lot quicker if he’s the one on babysitting duty. Not that he is the first to volunteer to watch her when Yor needs to grab groceries or take a well deserved break. Nope. Not at all. Penelope was on the same boat as Stefan and Anya when it came to Yuri’s affection, but Katie May was always gonna be his favorite.

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BRO THEY LITERALLY DID IT AGAIN

I was talking this morning about how the og Titans were so off balance that they had to keep removing Donna and Wally from the narrative just to make it work because those two were WAY too overpowered for the typical Titan mission.

And do you wanna know what they did in today's Nightwing? Huh? Do ya? They, you guessed it, removed Wally and Donna from the narrative. But that's not all folks! Nope! Starfire got removed as well!

Honestly, I'm surprised Raven managed to still be in this thing. Cause it'd go Wally, Raven, Kori, Donna in terms of firepower.

Man... They weren't even clever about it. Wally was gone the entire issue with no explanation. He checked the perimeter of a jail once. That was it.

Donna and Kori got relegated to babysitting duty while the other Titans (sans Wally for no explainable reason) did the actual plot and went on a Heist in Hell.

This is concerning because this man is writing the new Titans series. The og series suffered because Donna and Wally were on a different level and the writers didn't know how to compensate for that so they kept knocking them out at the start of every issue. And now the same thing is happening.

Taylor doesn't know how to power balance. The best Justice League runs deal with assorted power levels by having different roles for the heroes to play. Ollie isn't on the front lines fighting General Zod with Clark and Diana. Hal doesn't tag along on stealth missions with Dinah and Bruce. Different heroes have different power levels and different abilities. Narratively, you have to juggle that.

And it's hard! I get that. It isn't easy. But I'm going to be honest, if a writer can't power balance then I don't want them writing the Titans series.

Because having half the cast drop out of the plot for no reason other than 'they would solve the plot too fast' is not good writing.

And I'm sorry. I'm going to say it. It's because Taylor is power scaling everything back for Nightwing. It doesn't take the entire goddamn Titans team to take out Blockbuster or to take out a single shape shifter. For some reason Taylor has this fascination with Grayson being the best and smartest Titan who can be the only one who solves issues, so every bad guy is difficult but doable for Nightwing to defeat.

It's incredibly annoying and it makes Nightwing seem super unlikable which is... I'm flabbergasted at that because it's Nightwing. How the hell do you make him unlikable?? But this is it. I've found it. This is the limit . Mary Sue Nightwing has no place in my heart.

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Needing help

I just can't stop writing😭 This one is inspired by the movie G.I Blues!

Characters: Tulsa(Elvis) and reader

Prompt: You and Tulsa have grown little crushes for each other when you two first met at a party that you got dragged along to with some of the other nurses but as time goes by, 5 years down the line of Tulsa working as a soldier and you as one of the nurses, your love for one another grew even stronger that it was itching you. Both of you know Paul, being another soldier who recently had a baby named Junior, Tulsa takes up the challenge of babysitting so Paul and his girlfriend could get married but one thing leads to another, Tulsa calls for your help.

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"See ya later!" Tulsa waves to the soon to be married couple as they drive off, taking a deep breath preparing himself for what was to come before he heads back inside to start his babysitting duties. He takes a seat on the couch after closing the front door, sitting back and looking around the home thinking of what he could do to pass the time.

What about make a sandwich?

Whistling and humming a little tune as he nears the finishing product, he picks up the sandwich to take a bite but when his mouth opens, the sudden sound of a muffled baby's cry could be heard from the nursery. Tulsa springs up and quickly runs out of the kitchen, leaving the sandwich discarded on the baby's high chair, Barging into the room, he looks around to find Junior standing in his cot facing towards the door, crying sadly. "Woah, woah, woah, now just be calm... calm down, calm down!" Junior's distressed crying becomes louder and Tulsa looks around the room to find something that might calm the baby but nothing caught his eye so he tries to comfort with words again. " Don't be scared...don't be scared!" The poor baby whines louder and louder, helplessly trying to shush Junior. "Ya daddy's gonna be right back!.. t-they just went away to get married-" he pauses and thinks of what he just said, shaking his head realising that wouldn't be helping the situation. Maybe a little tickle might help? Nope, made the baby cry even more. "I-i'm your uncle Tulsa!..u-um let's play huh? Hey look, look" grabbing ahold of both of his ears and pulling a funny face hoping that would make Junior laugh but only earns another noisy cry. "Don't say I blame ya.." he sighs, stroking his chin with his hand, thinking hard of what could possibly make the baby stop crying, a light bulb lights up. "Hey I know, you're hungry! Aren't ya?" Lifting Junior out of the cot. "we'll fix that!" He states, walking into the kitchen, setting the baby in his high chair and turns to the fridge, Tulsa attempts to open the fridge door, finding it a little jammed so he pulls and shakes the handle for only the door to fly open and a bunch of food fall out onto the floor, including the baby's milk. He curses under his breath. "See what you made me do?" Looking at the crying baby "Waahh" mocking the baby's whining out of frustration.

The sound of the poor sad baby wails fills the house and he just doesn't know what to do, picking up a few food containers to clean up the accidental mess on the floor. The baby's wailing starts to fade, Tulsa turns his head to see the child holding the sandwich that he was going to eat. "Hey! hey! You can't have that" he tries to pry away the little baby fingers that are clawing at his sandwich making the crying louden once again. "Come on, give it to ya uncle Tulsa, C'mon!" his patience starts to grow thin "aw.." he looks away from the tuggle war game that the two are having, his mind trailing off "Army manual section 43..hand to hand combat with the enemy, apply judo jump at the back of neck" he looks back down at the baby "ooh if only you was my size you lil rascal" the game of tuggle war eventually comes to an end as Tulsa retrieves his sandwich and this time places it on a plate that sits on the dining table in the middle of the kitchen. He sighs in defeat, he needs help, he doesn't know what could soothe the baby... Wait... He could call you!

Grabbing the back of the baby's high chair, strolling it into the living room and picking up the telephone, dialling in the numbers. He closes his eyes, praying that you'd be up and awake.

"Hello?" Your soft voice breaks through the line, the sound of a relieved sigh comes through your end. "Y/n.. I-its Tulsa.. i-i- I need help, ya see I-i'm babysittin' Paul's baby for the night a-and I don't know what I can do for the baby to stop cryin, i-i- spilled the milk a-all over the kitchen floor a-and-" cutting him off from his rambling, you couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, Tulsa frowns. "It ain't funny y/n! I-i- really don't know what to do!" You take a deep breath to get your composure back. " Yeah sorry Tulsa, that was mean of me.. y-you can come over to my place with Junior and I'll try to help" a small smile creeps onto Tulsa's face, he gets to go to your place, well he would preferably like to go alone but he takes what he can get. "Really?" Humming in response. "Oh thank you y/n thank you, I-i'll be there soon..g-give me 15 minutes-" you giggle and nod "alright, see you soon" the phone call ends and Tulsa rushes around the house to find all the things he could think of, the baby carrier, a blanket, diapers and wipes.

Finally arriving at your doorstep after apologising 100 times to the cab driver for Junior's loud cries as they were on the way to your apartment. Knocking the front door 3 times then a fourth time for good measure, Tulsa waits patiently with the baby.

The front door clicks open to reveal you in a casual swing dress that compliments you very nicely, you didn't think it would be too revealing. Tulsa's eyes move down to your…assets unintentionally of course! well maybe not unintentionally but he couldn't help but look. You practically do the same, looking up and down at his manly frame. Biting your lower lip but quickly clears your throat.

"Come in" stepping aside for the male to enter, Tulsa clears his throat and looks back up at your eyes and smiles, placing the baby carrier down on the couch and looks over at you with pleading eyes as you close the door and walk towards the baby, you give him a reassuring smile. "Aww you poor wittle baby.." you coo at Junior who was still crying, as your hands find their way under the child's armpits, you lift up the baby into your arms. Shushing them softly while patting their back earning little choked up sobs. "Shhh it's okay honey, it's alright. Just take a deep breath honey" Tulsa watches the scene in front of him, in disbelief.

How can he possibly fall for you even more? It was beyond him.

Tulsa doesn't really get to see you often because of your different positions but when he does get to see you he almost falls to his knees everytime, you're everything he's looking for, kind, humble, docile, wife material, mother material and the list goes on and on, same goes for you. Tulsa is everything you were looking for, someone who's kind, funny, friendly, eager to please, husband material, father material and more.

Junior’s crying soon fades only leaving little sad whimpers. "That's right...deep breaths" you continue to pat the baby's back a little longer before you turn to look at Tulsa, who was staring at you with love hearts in his eyes but you being oblivious you don't notice, the universe screaming in your face. "Could you move the two armchairs together to make a bed for Junior please?" Tulsa nods and does just that, he could do anything, anything for you to be his.

A bit obsessive? Maybe.

As you give Junior a bottle of milk to suckle on, Tulsa sits on one of the armrests, watching the baby contently drink the warm milk and lets out a calm sigh. "Thank you so much y/n.. I-I don't know how ya do it.." sitting on an armrest opposite from Tulsa, you smile softly. "No Problem, I'm glad I could help.."

Tulsa's eyes were filled with love and adoration, he wants to put a baby into that belly of yours so badly. So bad that his heart starts to ache.

he has to tell you at some point…maybe tell you now.

“Y/n…” you look up at Tulsa and hum softly “mm?” Gulping deeply, the male lowers his head to avoid eye contact and begins to play with the cuff on his sleeve. “I-i- I've been thinkin' about this for a while now a-and I- I think I'm ready to tell you- um-” he stammers and You hum again. Tulsa gulps once more before bringing his hand up to pull on his collar as if he was growing hot all of a sudden, he laughs nervously. “U-um so..ya see-” scratching the back of his neck, he forces himself to look you straight in the eye but only to look back down. Nonchalantly you shuffle closer to him and place your hand on his forehead, noticing his face turning red all of a sudden but being oblivious you just think he might have a fever.

Deep down, whatever his confession was, you hope it was having a crush on you.

As Tulsa feels your hand on his forehead, he looks back up and his heart rate quickens to see you closer to him, closer that he could kiss you.

Kiss you…he could kiss you right now.

Out of nowhere Tulsa leans in and pushes his lips up against yours, your eyes widen at the sudden action. Your brain fills with thoughts of what's actually happening and fear fills your insides. You push back on his shoulders, making Tulsa pull away with a heavy pant and you stand up, taking a step back. “I-i-I love you y/n.. i-i love you so damn much…” you see him lowering his head again and shaking his head. After a moment of silence, Tulsa speaks up again “m’sorry i-i- shouldn't have kissed you..it was too sudden, Junior and I can leave now I-if that's what you want, m’ really sorry…”

You love him too, you really do but you're just not as forward like Tulsa but the more you think about it, making him leave your apartment might ruin what you two have. You bite your lip as you think of what you might do. Closing your eyes before following your decision.

Your lips land on his again but this time cupping his cheeks with your hands, Tulsa being slightly taken aback but not long after he kisses back and his hands move up to rest on your waist. After a while you pull away and let out a quiet laugh. “I love you too Tulsa… love you so damn much” earning the happiest smile from Tulsa.

[darkhymns-fic]

Switching shifts (wip)

Husk rapped his knuckles on Alastor’s door, which finally made it give up on its intended purpose and fell flat on the ground with a giant thud.

“Welcome home!” Niffty popped right out from between the sofa cushions, lint and quarters clutched in both hands. “Oops, hehe. Sorry. I'm so used to the boss making an entrance.” She blinked, staring at him with interest. “Ooo, whatcha got there?”

“Chicken noodle soup,” Husk said through a mouthful. He brought the bowl to his mouth to take one last big slurp, sighing in satisfaction after. Then he tossed it to the side to have it land in the kitchen sink. “So is he up yet?”

“Nope! He’s still sleeping and muttering under his breath!” Niffty clutched more lint in her hands. “I’m gonna leave all of these underneath his pillow.”

Husk wasn’t even sure if this was a thing that Alastor would like, but he wasn’t about to protest. The room was still fairly neat, if the floors looked a little too polished from Niffty’s obsessive cleaning. But the bookshelves had also been repaired, even if the books were placed haphazardly, and the grotesque animal skulls were back serving as assortments of centerpieces over the mantle.

He saw that even Alastor’s chair had been repaired–or as well as it could be. It looked like Niffty had gotten every piece together and arranged it like a puzzle, threading it all together with stitches so that it resembled a monstrous version of an armchair, with stuffing still coming out of the leather, and the seat cushion embedded with sharp wood pieces like it was some sort of torture device.

“Oh yeah, I fixed it!” Niffty proclaimed once she saw where Husk looked. “Good as new! Just don’t ever sit on it, I had to use roach parts to glue some stuff together.”

“Geez, Niff, ya didn’t have to go all out,” he said. She must have worked on it all morning, even if it was functionally useless. “You just had to watch the guy.”

“I did! I watched him all morning!” She smiled very wide, the pupil in her eye shrinking to a miniscule dot. “I watched him sleep…I watched him dream…”

Husk waited, but Niffty just stared out into the distance, her gaze clouded with nostalgia. “Uh–”

“But that got very boring, so I did some extra cleaning! I vacuumed and dusted, got the laundry started, hand scrubbed the toilet and and only fell in it once, and am now going to go to the market to get my dear Sir’s favorite venison to put in the oven. That means I’m a keeper, right?” She breathed a little hard, then rushed over to Husk to grab at his arms and shake them. “Right?! Right?!”

“Y-yes, you are! Any guy would be lucky to have ya.” Husk never ventured just what exactly entailed Niffty’s past, but he’d known a few housewives in his living days who…got into their role a bit too much. “If you wanna go shopping now, I can take over babysitting duties. And nothing happened at all?”

“Nothing!” Niffty nodded vigorously. “He screamed a few times in his sleep, but that’s normal.”

“Ugh, I know…” He scratched his head, looking toward the half-open bedroom door. He ignored the trepidation in his chest, the soft discomfort that had gone hand in hand in his life so often. 

So before he could go back on his word, he twirled around Niffty in his arms, taking her hand delicately in his as she giggled from the motion. Some quick steps over the carpet and the various bug traps he now saw spread around, another little twirl to distract Niffty and…

The girl was now standing out in the hallway, blankly staring at Husk who grinned down at her. Realization took hold about a few seconds later.

“Aw, you danced me out of the room!” She folded her arms, pouting. “You’re too good at that.”

“When I’m good, I’m good. ‘Sides, you wanted to go shopping anyway. So hurry and get a move on.” He gave a short wave, stepping over the broken door. “We’ll fix this later, or whatever.”

“Oh yeah, I have a chore!” Niffty bounced on her tiptoes, then quickly made a mad dash down the hallway. “Chooooores!”

It was only when he couldn’t hear her excited yelling anymore that Husk let his grin fall. He gave another look around Alastor’s room, the writing table to the back wall, and the phonograph off in the corner, both somehow having escaped last night’s carnage. He didn’t see the open vintage he and Alastor had shared before, probably broken to hell, or drunk dry by whoever held his boss’ leash.

It was routine for Husk to head for the bedroom.

[ohimsummer]

THEY ARE THEY ARE SO CUTEEE! suguru loves showing them off like "look at this very cute little thing me n my wife made <<33" he pinches their cheeks and his heart almost gives out with the way they squeal and laugh at him 🥹🥹 he carries his tiny one in one of those baby harnesses that keeps them strapped to his chest vmdfkvmls easy access both for suguru to keep an eye on them and to give their round little head all the kisses they deserve <<33

Aww that’s so adorable 🥹❤️ I feel like his baby would absolutely adore him 💕 will be papa’s little angel for sure 🥰🥰

And yes! He so would! He’d be so on top of everything when it comes to his little one.

he is v v protective papa!!!! does not make it that obvious when he's around them so as not to tip off his little ones but whatever the danger is can just feel the murderous aura wafting off of them if they even think of laying an evil finger on their heads <3

also they def pick up some of his attitude...babies 2 years old and looking at you both like 😒. and you joke that they inherited his sass NJVVNKSJ tryna get em to eat and they're waving their fat little hands and goin "nuh uh!"

also babysitter! gojo <<33 suguru knows they'd TECHNICALLY be in safe hands with the strongest but also he has to set so many rules to make sure satoru doesn't only feed his babies sweets or have them around curses or something .

(he took away babysitting duties for almost a year because satoru answered a facetime call once and suguru realized he was floating at a very concerning height while holding one of his triplets 🤨 nope, baby privileges revoked)

sometimes he lets the students look after them for a few hours (he has a curse nearby to also keep watch because god forbid megumi/maki look away for more than a second and the babies disappear right into thin air under nobara+yuuji's/inumaki+panda's watch)

nanako and mimiko make good babysitters because they usually just like to dress the babies up and then flaunt them around and one of them always ALWAYSSS has a steady eye on the babies :33

[druidx]

Since this bit got cut in the plot rejig, but I'm still quite fond of the glimpse into Elo's character, I thought I'd share it. Please ignore the SPG issues - it's still raw.

The pair of them walk out and into the corridors of the City Hall. "So where are we going?" Nirric asks. "Actually," Elo says, "is there any possible way I can convince you to not follow me? The thing that I want to do is a bit of a personal situation and I'd like to do it alone, if I could." Nirric gives her a level gaze. "I'm sorry ma'am," he says. "But I like my head more than I like allowing you your privacy. I find I'm rather attached to my head, as it allows me to, you know, continue living." Elo stares. "King Storri wouldn't behead you just for letting me out of your sight for an hour!" she says. "He can, and he would. He'd do worse and all if you got into trouble while I was absent." "But… that's barbaric." "Aye, but such would be his wroth at me not performing this explicit duty. to be honest, I'd let him. I could not face my kin if I allowed myself to perform so shamefully." elo just stares at him. "Damn son," she says. "I know I have an overdeveloped sense of honour sometimes, but… yeah. damn." Nirric gives an easy shrug. "Either way, you're not getting out of losing me, even for a few minutes. so, I shall ask again, where are we going?" Elo stares at him, then sighs. "We're going to the training grounds associated with the Kord arena," she says. "Why?" "Because I want to get into trouble, in a controlled and orderly fashion." Nirric stares back at her. "Yeah. nope, you're going to have to explain that to me." he says. By this time they have gone down the elevator, and out the front doors and Elo hails a taxi for them.

"so, here's the thing," Elo says once they are safely ensconced in the taxi and on their way to the training ground outside the city limits. "I find my work restrictive sometimes. I get points where I find I cannot cope with the violence and horror I see on a daily basis, with no outlet to deal with it. I can't afford to lose my job, and so I can't afford to act on the urges I get towards some of the worst criminals we arrest – namely that is to destroy them wholly and completely. I must hold myself above and be better than the scum that we have to arrest and hope they will go 'down the river to the big house'. so to relieve myself I go to the Kord training grounds, where they have no qualms over under estimating a little girl like me, and so I can thoroughly thrash them, and get some relief from the trails of my day job." "So that's where we're going?" Nirric asks. "somewhere you can beat the living daylights out of someone in a free and safer environment. where there are clear cut rules of engagement and you can expect that no one will try and actually kill you." he nods "I think I approve of this idea. we, of course, have our own training grounds, but yes, I suppose our focus is on technique and restraint, not on how much damage one can do to another person without actually killing them." "Nirric," Elo says seriously, "you can't tell anyone about this, okay? No one living knows I come here." "Why not? It's a marvellous idea. I may have to suggest it to our instructions back home.." "Nirric, no. At least, not for a while. It can't look like you babysitting me and the idea has anything in common." He gives her a sideways look. "Are you… afraid?" he asks, surprised. "You never struck me as the sort of person that would be afraid of people thinking you were doing something to control yourself, and your urges and make you a better person." "I am not afraid," Elo states emphatically. "I… just don't want anyone to know." "Why?" "They… they might stop me coming. They might think less of me for being unable to control myself. For needing this crutch. People look up to me, did you know? It's unfair when there are so many other good officers, that I get held up as the example of good officership, but it still happens, and so I can't allow it to get out that I'm… not." Nirric quirks an eyebrow at her. "That sounds like fear to me. You're afraid to let people see you for a person with weakness like any other." "I have standards to maintain," Elo grumbles.

Nirric settles back and looks out the window as the houses outside get less grand, and then fewer and further between as the distance grows between them and the center of the city. "I think it's admirable," he says quietly. "I think you'll find that people will respect you more. You admit to having a weakness, but you can manage it. This sneaking off to let off steam and burn off the restless energy that brews from your job and the pressures from it is far more healthy than say turning to alcohol or other worse habits." he gives her that side long look again. "Perhaps, I may at least suggest it to his majesty? Some physical activity might lessen his nightmares," Nirric says quietly. Elo considers him for a moment, then looks away, out her own window. "Fine," she says, "but don't you dare let on that idea came from me. I find out you do and I will give you such an ass whooping." Nirric laughs. "You could always give me an ass whooping now, if you like," he says and gives a contemplative grin. "I quite like the sound of those bragging rights: me and the reforged blade of Toregurd met blow for blow, and though she kicked my ass to the curb like it was nothing, I still got to meet her in the arena and trade those blows." Elo lets out an indelicate snort and rolls her eyes, which makes him laugh again. "You people are ridiculous," she says. "Sure, and you're not?" he asks, to which she sticks out her tongue.

Soon enough, the taxi is crunching over the gravel car park in front of a large building. They get out, and Nirric insist on paying the cab fair, saying King Storri gave him spending money for her, and then they are walking up the steps to the building. It is a curious building, a mix of western brickwork and utilitarianism, with strong eastern influences shown in the scooping points of the roof tiles and large round windows. Nirric looks askance at her for it, and Elo gives an easy shrug. "Orock paid for part of it with profits from the plot hook. He uses it to train his students just as much as he does in the bar. Plus the federation that runs the Kord arena next to the plot hook likes to keep their own students on the edge, so the merging of disciplines helps keep both parties sharp." "How do you even know about this place then?" Nirric asks. "I trained with Orock for a spell myself," Elo says. "I had a very privileged training regime," she adds at his raised eyebrows and open mouth. "I see," he says, and then he laughs. "I bet that's had a hand in the way you obsess over the standards you have to keep up too. All those people poured all that effort and time and cash into making you the best you can be; anyone would feel churlish if they didn't replace that with being the absolute best they can be." Elo graces him with a soft smile. "Now you understand," she says. "Now you know why no one can know I come here. Standards-" "-to maintain," he finishes for her. "Yeah I think I'm getting it."

[interstellarwizard2019]

The Legend of The Ancient Cookies the Musical: Act 1, Scene 2, 3 & 4: Hollyberry Kingdom

Yeah...this is where things start to get crazier and where OOC-ness really amps up.

Enjoy~

Scene 2: Hollyberry kingdom. A vibrant jungle biome sprawling with every type of berries and jellies imaginable. A massive party was taking place and many highly inebriated revelers were dancing around, drinking, and just being overall disorderly.

[Enter GINGERBRAVE, STRAWBERRY, and PURE VANILLA looking on completely baffled by the sight.]

Gingerbrave : Is this really the Hollyberry Kingdom?

Pure Vanilla: Eeyup!

Strawberry: I never thought that an ancient hero’s kingdom would be so…lively. It’s like a massive party’s going on here everyday!

Pure Vanilla: Well…Hollyberry did like a good party, but I don’t think she ever partied this hard; I can’t even see her!

Gingerbrave: Let’s ask around to see if anyone knows where she is!

[GINGERBRAVE, STRAWBERRY, and PURE VANILLA approach the nearest drunkards to them]

Strawberry: Um…Excuse me, sir. But do you know where we can find Queen Hollyberry?

Drunkard 1: Hollyberry? -Giggles- haven’t seen her in years! Guess she couldn’t handle the pressures of being Queen anymore!

Gingerbrave: Do you know where we can find Queen Hollyberry?

Drunkard 2: Nope! Haven’t heard a peep outta her! Not since she accidentally lost one of her granddaughters while she was babysitting them!

[STRAWBERRY & GINGERBRAVE gasped]

Pure Vanilla: What?! B-But Hollyberry would never do such a thing! She’s never been so…so reckless! Please we need to find her urgently!

Drunkard 3: Sorry, magic cookie. Don’t know where she is! She’s probably too drunk to care about anything anyways! But ya might wanna ask that real buff cookie over there, pretty sure he was once her Bodyguard or somethin’.

[Enter WILDBERRY, holding up a clipboard in one hand and carrying a passed out drunk in the other. The drunk cookies stopped what they were doing then he entered.]

Wildberry: Okay everyone one, last call! You all know the drill! Pack it up! Also, someone get this poor fella a cup of water and some food to sober up.

[WILDBERRY tosses the unconscious cookie to one of the drunkards and the partygoers flee the stage. PURE VANILLA approached him cautiously, GINGERBRAVE and STRAWBERRY hid behind his shoulders in fear.]

Strawberry: Um, Excuse us, sir. But do you know where Queen Hollyberry is?

Wildberry: I’m sorry, but I cannot tell you of her highness’s current whereabouts. For I, Wildberry Cookie have made it my sworn duty to defend the remaining members of the royal Hollyberry family! Only those worthy can speak to her.

Pure Vanilla: But we need to speak to her urgently! We’re on a mission to reunite all of the ancient cookies to save everyone!

[WILDBERRY pulls up his clipboard and flips through a few pages]

Wildberry: And your names would be…?

Gingerbrave: Gingerbrave!

Wildberry: Nope! Not here.

Strawberry: Strawberry!

Wildberry: Sorry, but you're not on here either.

Pure Vanilla: Pure Vanilla Cookie!

[Wildberry paused and dropped his clipboard as he looked at Pure Vanilla in disbelief.]

Wildberry: Pure…Vanilla Cookie? THE Pure Vanilla Cookie?

Gingerbrave, Strawberry & Pure Vanilla: Yes!

Wildberry: I’ve heard of many great deeds you’ve done for our land from Queen Hollyberry…from the rare times she’s actually sober…There is none more worthy to see her than you. However, if you plan on bringing your companions as well, then they need to pass a test first.

Strawberry: Sure! What do we need to do?

Gingerbrave: We’re ready for anything!

[WILDBERRY clears his throat.]

Wildberry: The test is simple; it’s a sonar endurance test.

[WILDBERRY turns to the group and lets out an ear piercing screech for approximately 10 seconds.]

Wildberry: Very well, you can find her in a pub inside a nearby cave in the jungle. But be warned, many Cookievourus beasts lurk in there, many of which will gobble you up in a single bite!

[STRAWBERRY & GINGERBRAVE gasped and quivered in fear.]

Strawberry: Cookievourus beasts?!

Gingerbrave: That could gobble us up in a single bite?!

Pure Vanilla: My friends, don’t be afraid! As long as we have each other, we can survive anything the jungle throws at us!

Strawberry: But what if something tries to eat us?!

Pure Vanilla: Not to worry! The light of truth will keep us safe. Now, onwards! To find Hollyberry!

Gingerbrave & Strawberry: To find Hollyberry!

[The trio marched off into the jungle. Exit stage left.]

Scene 3: Cranberry jungle, an untamed rainforest filled with Cookievourus plants, the eyes of hungry animals hiding in bushes, and a massive cave with two openings.

[Enter PURE VANILLA  along with GINGERBRAVE and STRAWBERRY, both of whom were hiding behind the ancient cookie.]

Strawberry: Th-This place is scary!

Gingerbrave: I wanna go home!

Pure Vanilla: Be brave, my friends. There is nothing in this jungle that we can’t hand-AAH!!!

[PURE VANILLA screamed when a rabid Tiger Lily Cookie hopped out of a bush. The group moved away from her only for a sabertooth butter tiger to jump from a different bush causing them to yelp in fear, finally when they moved away again a Cookievourus plant springs out from the ground making them scream again. They run to the first cave entrance holding onto each other while trembling.]

Strawberry: M-Maybe we should be afraid!

Gingerbrave: Hey look, a cave! That must be the one Wildberry cookie told us about!

Pure Vanilla: Then that means Hollyberry is in there!

Strawberry: I don’t know, guys. This cave feels…wrong. Like something bad is in there waiting for us in there!

Gingerbrave: But we’ve been walking around for HOURS, This has to be it! FOR EARTHBREAD!!!

[GINGERBRAVE rushes past his friends and runs into the first cave opening.]

Strawberry: No wait! Gingerbrave, come back!

Pure Vanilla: It’s dangerous to go alone! Wait for us!

[STRAWBERRY & PURE VANILLA run inside the cave to catch up to GINGERBRAVE. After a few seconds, the lights begin to flash like thunder, animalistic roars and screeches came from the cave along with the horrified screams of the cookies. One by one they ran in and out of both ends of the cave screaming and occasionally covered in bugs, snakes, or even rats. Finally, PURE VANILLA trips on a rock in front of the cave causing GINGERBRAVE and STRAWBERRY to fall on top of him. All three actors were exhausted and terrified from the whole ordeal, but they did not notice WHITE LILY when she exited the cave with them.]

Gingerbrave: O-Okay, th-that was definitely Not the right cave!

Pure Vanilla: Maybe it’s somewhere else then.

[The three actors slowly get up and dust themselves off STRAWBERRY points at WHITE LILY.]

Strawberry: Um, guys? Who is that?

[PURE VANILLA & GINGERBRAVE turn to look at WHITE LILY. Suddenly all three of them scream at the top of their lungs, WHITE LILY starts to scream too.]

White Lily: Why are we screaming?!

[They all stop screaming.]

Strawberry: Wh-Who are you?!

White Lily: I don’t know! I can’t remember anything! I’m not even sure how I got here! Where…is here anyway?

Pure Vanilla: Wait…White Lily Cookie? Is that…Is that really you?!

White Lily: White…Lily…Cookie? White Lily Cookie! That’s my name! I’m White Lily!

Pure Vanilla: You remembered again! I’m so happy to see you again, White Lily!

White Lily: And I’m happy to see you too, Ice Cream Cookie!

Pure Vanilla: It’s Pure Vanilla Cookie, silly!

White Lily: Pure Vanilla Cookie! When did you get here?

Pure Vanilla: Oh dear…you're a bit more forgetful than you used to be…

Gingerbrave: White Lily, do you know where we can find Hollyberry Cookie? We need to reunite all five Ancient cookies to save earthbread! 

Strawberry: And we’re lucky to have found you all the way out here!

White Lily: Hollyberry? Hmm…Hollyberry Cookie…

Pure Vanilla: Y’know, The buff cookie with pink buns!

White Lily: Ooh! Hollyberry Cookie! I remember her! I think I know where she might be; follow me!

[WHITE LILY leads the group back into the cave, they hesitate for a bit but quickly walk back inside. Another roar sends them running out the other end screaming.]

Scene 4: The heart of the cranberry jungle, there is a cave with a pub inside of it. Colorful lights were strewn about, several tables have been set and filled to the brim with empty cups, the sound of drinking songs and laughter could be heard coming from inside the pub.

[PURE VANILLA, WHITE LILY, STRAWBERRY, and GINGERBRAVE enter the scene completely exhausted from running.]

White Lily: We’re here!!!

Pure Vanilla: Phew! This…This must be the right cave! But then where’s Hollybe-

[Suddenly, a random cookie got thrown out of the pub’s window, accidentally shattering the glass.]

Bartender: That’s it! Last call was at 8 but for you lot it’s now!!!

[A crowd of drunk cookies rush out of the pub laughing and carrying kegs of juice and a juice funnel. Finally, HOLLYBERRY gets pushed out by the bartender hiccuping and laughing to herself.]

Bartender: That’s enough berry juice for you! Seriously, I can’t afford to keep replacing that window, every time you start a brawl!

Hollyberry: Whaaaat? He tried to take my drink, he had it coming!

[the bartender shoved her down the steps, HOLLYBERRY almost tumbled down the platforms but managed to catch herself with the railing. She then proceeds to shug what’s left of her drink and then smash the container on the ground.]

Hollyberry: Ah, screw you! You’re no fun anyways! 

[HOLLYBERRY turned to the drunk cookies and took one of the drinks they were holding and chugged it down without a second thought.]

Hollyberry: Anyways, let’s not let that curmudgeon ruin the party, shall we?

[The crowd of cookies cheered and started to party once more, the music began to play again and HOLLYBERRY began to dance around in ballet while the other drunks clapped to the rhythm of the music, she twirled around the round the party area hopping on top of one table to another, doing cartwheels over the railing and even doing a keg stand which caused her skirt to fall over her head and expose her bloomers. Finally, her hand slipped and she fell onto a wooden table and broke it in half. PURE VANILLA  gasped and ran over to her.]

Pure Vanilla: Hollyberry Cookie! A-Are you alright?!

[HOLLYBERRY laughed as she sat up and dusted herself off.]

Hollyberry: Ah, don’t worry about me, I’ve been through much worse than that! Wait a minute…Pure Vanilla Cookie…? Is that…Is that really you!?

Pure Vanilla: As real as sugar cubes!

White Lily: And I’m real too!

Hollyberry: My old friends! It’s so good to see you two again!

[WHITE LILY and PURE VANILLA pulled HOLLYBERRY back onto her feet. STRAWBERRY and GINGERBRAVE bow down to her.]

Gingerbrave: Queen Hollyberry Cookie, what are you doing aaaaaall the way out here so far away from your kingdom?

Hollyberry: Isn’t it obvious? To PARTY!!! A Queen’s gotta live it up from time to time!

Bartender: Psh! More like running from your job! Honey, you’ve been in this jungle for YEARS! At this point, you’re the Queen of beer guts and liver damage!

Hollyberry: Shush up! No one asked you, barkeep!

Strawberry: Queen Hollyberry, you’ve been here for YEARS?! Why haven’t you gone back to the palace? Don’t you miss your family?

Hollyberry: No not really, they probably don’t miss me either. There’s not much reason for me to go back home anyways. From what I heard; they’ve been taking amazing care of everything since I left!

Gingerbrave: But there’s been nothing but non-stop partying ever since we came here! 

Strawberry: Surely there’s more to this kingdom than just parties!

Hollyberry: Well, if there is then I don’t know it.

[PURE VANILLA pondered for a moment and suddenly came up with an idea.]

Pure Vanilla: Say, you still like a good brawl right, Holly? You were one of the best fighters in Crispia!

Hollyberry: Heh, still am! I can still send that silly pink dragon crying back home!

Pure Vanilla: Then how about you help us fight for earthbread? You’ll get to kick loads of a-I mean, butt!

Hollyberry: I’m not sure…I am quite happy with the party cookies in the heart of this jungle!

Strawberry: You’ll get to drink as much berry juice as you like if we win!

Hollyberry: Really?! Then in that case-

Raspberry: Not so fast!

[The group turned their attention to a horse drawn carriage that was steadily approaching them and from it, RASPBERRY jumped out wielding her sword]

Raspberry: Queen Hollyberry, your endless carousing have dishonored the Hollyberry kingdom and sent its denizens into a life of endless debauchery and indulgence! So I, RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRaspberry Cookie of house RRRRRRRRRRRRRaspberry have come to set things RRRRRRRRRRRight!

[HOLLYBERRY cracks open another drink and drinks it in one sip.]

Hollyberry: I take it that you wanna fight me, yes?

Raspberry: For the sake of this kingdom, yes! Your endless carousing has plunged this land into an endless cycle of partying, you’ve neglected your duties as our Queen for decades! You abandoned your family and left them to deal with Pitaya Dragon Cookie’s wrath alone! What do you have to say for yourself?!

Hollyberry: Calm down, would ya? You’re making it sound worse than it is!

Raspberry: Oh, that’s it! Time to duel! Engarde! *She pulls out her sword and gets into a fighting stance.* 

[RASPBERRY begins preparing to attack HOLLYBERRY by doing over-dramatic basic fencing techniques while shouting catchphrases at her. When it’s finally HOLLYBERRY’s turn, she simply struck the top of her head with her shield. RASPBERRY dramatically falls down in defeat while HOLLYBERRY raises her shield in victory as the drunken cookies cheer for her.]

Hollyberry: Ah ha! Success! Victory once again belongs to Holly-*burp*-berry!

[PURE VANILLA cautiously approached HOLLYBERRY and coyly cleared his throat.]

Pure Vanilla: Hollyberry Cookie, will you help us fi-

[a mighty roar emanated from the jungle, the drunken partiers ran off in fear as a massive dragon’s shadow loomed over them. HOLLYBERRY readied her shield while her friends cowered behind her.]

Strawberry: Wh-What was that?! A beast? A monster?!

Hollyberry: No…an old foe…

[The dragon loomed over the group, inching ever closer to them. HOLLYBERRY reddied herself and wielded her shield as a weapon, she swung it at the shadow, revealing a tiny baby dragon that roared at HOLLYBERRY and attempted to charge at her only to be knocked away and sent crying when HOLLYBERRY spooked it with a loud “BOO!”]

Hollyberry: Heh, that oughta show ‘em!

[GINGERBRAVE slowly approached her]

Gingerbrave: So…wanna help us fight?

Hollyberry: Eh, sure, why not?

Strawberry: Yay!

Gingerbrave: Hurray! We’re one step closer to saving everyone!

White Lily: So…we only need to find King Cacao Bean and…Queen…Cheese Flakes!

Pure Vanilla: I think you mean Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese, White Lily. And…if not mistaken, our next destination will take us to…the Dark Cacao Kingdom!

[At that moment, a powerful gust of cold wind blew a massive mound of snow onto the jungle floor.]

Strawberry: Wait…isn’t Dark Cacao’s domain ridiculously cold…?

Hollyberry: That it is, little one…but we’ve no time to waste; ONWARDS!

[HOLLYBERRY plowed straight through the snow pile, scattering it everywhere.]

Pure Vanilla: Well then, let’s go!

[With That, The remaining cookies followed after Hollyberry as they headed towards the Dark Cacao Kingdom.]

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Oc lore drop: Interview with Mikey

{WARNING!!: The text below contains sensitive and potentially triggering topics! Such as; Death, suicide, depression, losing loved ones, self-harm. You have been warned}

???: So what is your family history like? Mikey: *shrugs* Im not really sure, my parents died when I was four ???: *Suprised* Both of them? How did they die? Mikey: Killed in cold blood…the culprits never got caught ???: that’s horrible…Do you have anyone else? An aunt? Uncle? Brother? Sister? Cousin?….. Did… did they leave you completely alone? Mikey: on my own, doing what I could to survive. Hunt animals, putting myself through school, building my own house, ya know the works ???: Wait, how did you go through school if you were completely alone?… Did you go as a transfer student or something? Mikey: I told them what happened and they let me go through school, however, I never gained friends in elementary or in middle school ???: Not even one? No one ever invited you to play games? No one ever wanted to spend time with you? Mikey: *shakes his head* Nope, I used to babysit a little girl though and I was friends with her family…..but her uncle locked me in the shed and tormented and tortured both me and his niece before killing her in front of me and her dying in my arms….*he sighs* I only had a handful in high school but unfortunately, there was someone there who wanted to see me suffer so they bullied my friends one by one, and with other personal reasons, they were driven to the point of suicide. I found them every time, their lifeless bodies in pools of blood, hanging from ceilings, piles of mush on the ground… Every. Single. One…..It drove me mad…seeing all of them fall. I was driven to the point of depression and drinking….along with self-harm. I went through hell because of this one person…and they still find ways to make me suffer…..*he chuckles* Believe it or not I used to be in the police force…I was great friends with my chief and his wife. But they were killed in the line of duty and it was in their will that I adopted their son and I did…..But the same person who caused my friend's death hired a racist group to do a drive by and my adopted son….he died in my arms due to the bullets…I was only 16…..*he goes quiet*