#soo many dots…..

[hazyupset]

i got sleepy and messed with brushes. frostbite be upon ye

[caleohateclub]

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Notes: ---------------------------------------------------- Happy summerween! this chapter is not read through because i thought i was gonna get eaten by the summerween trickster, but then i realised the guy was just made out of candy! hahaha! nom nom nom! so if you see any typos, let me know so i can fix it!

Notes: ---------------------------------------------------- sorry for the delay, dudes! i was stuck in the body of a pig and almost got turned into bacon. plus, i had to break it off with my fiancée who i have no memory of meeting... anyways, enjoy!

Notes: ---------------------------------------------------- hey, i'm back! the party at my job went south and i kinda became a zombie for a couple of days haha! but luckily my bro found a cure (still kinda want brains tho... )

Notes: ---------------------------------------------------- sorry for the delay again, dawg! i wrote this in the bathroom at cousin's engagement party. my computer got hacked and everything i had written for this chapter got replaced with the words "Just GIFfany." over and over again! had to rewrite everything last minute so there may be a couple of typos!

Notes: ---------------------------------------------------- this chapter was gonna to come out yesterday, but i kinda discovered a secret memory wiping society in town? wish they wiped ducktective season 4 outta my mind! am i right?

Chapter 30: Updates

Notes: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- dawg, you are SO not ready. this is 20.6k words of life updates.

Hey! I didn't mean to be gone this long, but you will understand why... So my boss asked me to watch the vending machine in our shop with-

Chapter 40: Duckmageddon

Notes: ---------------------------------------------------- for legal reasons i have to state that this chapter is definitely NOT based on real events!

also this was an hour late because i got my head stuck in a honey pot, 10/10 would do again.

[tallyhoot]

Jouse :3

“is there cheese in the great beyond?”

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

i gave my baby 🚙 more makeover <3

[littlestarbigsky]

outsiders week - darry

@outsidersweek

today’s a hard and scary day for my american friends (i’m right there with you, trust me) but i planned on posting this today and i hope it can bring some joy where it is much needed. i hope you all are taking care of yourselves today and if you need a friend, my messages are open🩶

sooo my little brother (he’s almost 17 but be quiet) got hurt wrestling this week (he’s okay but dear god he scared me) so naturally i had to inflict darry with a football injury. this is when he’s in high school soo im imagining him at about 14 here :p

“follow my finger,” the trainer instructed, and darry blinked rapidly to clear the dots from his vision.

he couldn’t remember the last time someone had knocked him so hard. sure it was a rivalry matchup, and sure the kid had gotten a penalty for it, but darry was surprised he was still conscious. he didn’t really remember what exactly had happened or how long he had been laying on the field, just that it had taken both paul and their coach to get him up and off to continue the game.

paul was lingering behind the trainer, his brows furrowed, watching darry anxiously. darry vaguely seemed to remember jumping in front of paul. nobody messes with his quarterback.

he felt pretty stupid. go figure, paul and darry had been waiting for their chance to play all season and it was the first time their coach had let the freshman play, and he managed to get himself plowed in the first five minutes.

“darry!” he heard someone yell from behind him, but his neck was hurting a little too much to turn around. he thought it sounded like his dad, but he couldn’t be sure, there were so many voices and it was like his senses had been dialed to eleven. paul seemed to catch eyes with someone and he hurried over in the direction the voice had come from.

darry tried to watch where he was going but the trainer grabbed his face and forced his focus back onto his stupid human tests. it didn’t last too long, though. within a few seconds, his mama was shoving the trainer out of the way and grabbing at darry.

“are you okay? what happened? oh, baby, you scared us to death,” she pulled back and held his face in her hands.

darry almost opened his mouth to say something, but the words felt far away and strange in his mind. he blinked slowly up at her, trying to communicate to her telepathically that he was okay, that she didn’t need to worry. it felt like a lie, but she shouldn’t need to worry about him.

“oh sweetheart…” she hugged him to her. the pain in his head started to build and he squeezed his eyes shut, partially to block out the bright stadium lights, but also because he could feel tears brimming in his eyes.

when she let him go, she patted his shoulder and went over to where the trainer was already talking to his dad. it took about five seconds for something very solid to launch itself into his arms.

“be careful, pony!” darry turned his head to see soda anxiously chasing after their brother. it was only around then that darry realized that it was ponyboy that was hanging off of him, and he wrapped his own shaking arms around his brother. he could feel pony trembling against him.

he wanted to tell pony he was okay, he wanted to say that he didn’t need to worry, but he just couldn’t. words still felt mixed up and confusing, so he let go of his 8-year-old brother and pushed him back a bit. pony’s eyes were glassy and darry felt the ache in his head migrate to his heart as he realized how badly this had probably scared pony, who was already way more anxious than any kid his age had business being. he gently rested their foreheads together for a second before pressing a kiss to his hair.

“are you okay?” soda asked, sitting down next to darry on the bench and leaning up against his side. darry just threw an arm over soda’s shoulders and pulled pony into another hug.

it was a mark of how badly the hit had scared them that they were so close and clingy with him in such a public place. soda, now 10 years old, had slowly been growing out of needing hugs from his big brother as much as he used to, and pony, ever soda’s shadow, was beginning to pull back as well. but there they were, huddled up with their big brother on a football field.

after a few minutes, their parents came back over and their dad kneeled down in front of darry.

“well junior, we’re gonna have to go to the hospital. the trainer is pretty sure you’ve got a concussion,” he said sadly. ponyboy made a small squeak, and their dad grabbed one of his hands and smiled. “oh, but it’s gonna be alright, kiddo! darry’s brain just got rattled around a little bit. if he were smart like you, his brain would be bigger and it wouldn’t clunk around so darn much. but it’s all gonna be okay.”

darry knew their dad was just kidding around, and part of him knew that ponyboy was well aware that concussions didn’t work that way, but the anxiety in his chest seemed to lessen when ponyboy giggled.

their dad wrapped an arm around darry’s shoulder and helped him to his feet so they could head to the car. mama came back over and grabbed pony and soda’s hands to start walking with them to the bus stop to go home. pony looked sadly back at darry, dragging his feet as mama guided him along, and watched soda throw a few nervous glances back at him.

darry felt like he was going to collapse when they finally got home, and he was pretty sure that had nothing to do with his concussion. he practically fell into mama’s arms and gladly let her hold him close on the couch while his dad explained what had happened at the hospital. darry would most likely be out of football for the rest of the season, and he wasn’t allowed back at school for a few days.

“but it still could have been worse,” mama kissed his head gently as she smoothed his hair back. “i know this is lousy, but you’re gonna be alright, baby, it’s all gonna work out.”

darry just nodded. she was right, he knew it could have been much worse, but he was still having a hard time being grateful. he could still barely speak. he’d been able to get out a few words in the hospital, but he was still having some trouble stringing his thoughts together.

there was a creak from down the hall, and all three of them turned around to see ponyboy in his train pajamas and wrapped in a blanket standing in the doorway. his face lit up as he saw darry, running over and jumping into darry’s open arms.

“you’re okay!” pony cried, his voice muffled against darry’s jersey, which he was still wearing from the game.

darry held his baby brother as tight as he could, pressing a kiss to pony’s soft auburn hair. he could feel the tension he’d been holding in his shoulders easing.

“be gentle, pony,” their mother scolded, but there was no real malice in her voice. “darry’s had a long night, sweetheart, how about you head back to bed? soda will probably give you lots of snuggles and dad will come tuck you in.”

pony looked up at darry sadly and squeezed him tighter.

darry opened his mouth slowly, “can pony stay with me, mama?”

mama looked shocked for a moment, but seemed to fold under the pressure of both of her boys silently pleading with her to let them stay together, “…okay, pony, go get your blanket while darry gets changed.”

darry headed back to his room and slowly started to change his clothes, keeping his overhead light off in favor of his aching eyes and wincing while he stretched his sore shoulders out. he looked at the bed and almost shed a tear with how welcoming it seemed after the night he’d had.

there was a soft knock at the door and it opened a moment later. pony had a blanket in his hands and let out a huge yawn. darry couldn’t help but laugh at him a little bit.

“c’mon, kiddo, you look like you’re gonna fall over,” he smiled meekly, and pony hopped up onto the bed, plastering himself to darry’s side when he laid down.

“that was really scary.”

“what? me getting hit?” darry asked, and pony nodded anxiously. “oh, baby, that was nothing.”

“but you got hurt. you were laying on the field. soda and i were so scared…”

darry’s breath hitched in his throat, guilt building in his chest. he pulled pony closer to him, finding comfort in feeling his steady breaths.

“it’s football, it happens. i’m gonna be okay, though. you heard dad, if my brain were a little bit bigger it wouldn’t have happened at all.”

pony thought for a second, “i can read you some of my books if you think that would help…”

darry laughed, “i’ll let you know, but i think now it’s time to go to sleep.”

pony snuggled impossibly closer, “mm, okay.”

by the time mama came in to say goodnight, they were both already asleep, and when she came to wake up darry in the morning only to find soda squeezed in next to pony, she couldn’t bring herself to wake them up just yet. she waited in the doorway and watched the rise and fall of their chests, pony sandwiched between his brothers.

the world could wait, they needed each other.

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

Hello! Do you think Rais betrayal helped Omi see Chase young as redeemable at all?💭❤️

Rai's betrayal directly helped Omi see Jack Spicer as redeemable.

It directly led to the first time Jack ever played the wildcard and saved the monks. And Raimundo switching up on them for Wuya but coming back showed Omi that some people can and will change sides, which isn't an idea he was very used to, growing up with people who had firmly devoted their lives to the temple.

After all, Omi's initial fascination with Jack comes from a somewhat similar place as Omi's initial fascination with Raimundo, somehow.

Omi rarely dissents with Master Fung on anything, but he pressed Master Fung to try to convince him both that Raimundo should be allowed to return to the temple and continue training as a monk because this is where he belongs and he still came back to the Xiaolin side. And that Jack Spicer should be allowed to join the temple and begin training as a monk, because this is where Jack belongs, and he has his moments of helping the Xiaolin side.

Both the way Jack rose to the occasion after Jack's betrayal, and some strong similarities Omi sees in Jack between both Raimundo and Omi himself, lead to Omi's very insistent view that Jack is practically going to be joining the monks any day now.

He'll give Jack Omi's own bed and clothes, even personally mentor him. Ever since Raimundo's betrayal, Omi's been very genuine in his belief that Jack will redeem himself.

But Omi's main view of Chase is not that he's "redeemable".

He's definitely far from irredeemable in Omi's eyes, Omi sees a lot of good in Chase. But Omi doesn't operate on the idea that Chase is going to switch up for good any day now, the way Omi seems to with Jack.

And Chase makes sure Omi doesn't base their relationship on the idea that Chase is a good guy. When Omi thinks after Chase helped him beat Sibini that that was a sign Chase was changing, Chase taught Omi that it was more complicated. Chase personally reminds Omi to be careful of how much he trusts him. Chase doesn't want their relationship built on the idea that Chase is going to become Xiaolin, because Chase has no plans to, and that foundation would crumble fast. Chase builds their relationship on something more stable: the fact that Chase and Omi understand and respect each other in a wary way.

What Omi primarily sees Chase as is "Someone I would really, really like to be with", and that would be made so much easier if Chase would return to the Xiaolin side. But Omi does know that's wishful thinking. He's not under that many illusions about Chase. He's an honorable villain, a villain Omi deeply loves, but a villain none-the-less.

Omi thinks that Raimundo and Jack belong at the temple. Omi admittedly isn't sure if Chase (or Omi himself, at times) belongs at the temple, but he knows Chase belongs at Omi's side, and Omi is at the temple right now, soo...

Sure, Omi tried the hardest to get Chase to remember his Xiaolin roots when Chase had Omi's dots. But Omi's plan from there on was to somehow convince Chase to be good again primarily because Omi was powerless to effect change in the state of the world in any other way while maintaining his sworn loyalty.

But when tasked with the idea of getting Chase on the good side, Omi thinks he would have to rewrite time itself for that.

Meeting good Chase may have made Omi see his Chase as possible to redeem after all. And good Chase had Omi promise never to give up on Chase regardless of alignment with his final words, so that may have shifted something.

[airam1quhs]

🏵️Working Things Through🏵️ | K.C.

(requested by @kay-random [request: Kurt and reader are together but reader gets insecure cuz of uh courtney soo yeah he comforts her saying he wouldn’t leave her or any way u want :)]

Warnings/Notes: Courtney is not the antagonist! Other than that, just hurt-comfort :) Enjoy!

“Who, Kurt? Oh yeah, he’s great!”

“So you guys are in contact?”

“In theory yeah, for sure. Of course I haven’t talked to him as much since he married that girl. But he’s a person I connected very well with. I was really kind of shocked when we stopped contacting each other!”

“You should give him a call sometime!”

“Yeah, I agree. Hey Kurt!” Courtney Love looked directly at the camera with a grin that conveyed many things. “We should start talking again sometime!” Courtney winked. Winked.

She picked up the flipper and turned the tv off, flopping back on the couch with a frown. She heard the playing from the other room fade to silence, a clunk which was no doubt him setting the guitar down, and then footsteps growing louder.

“Hey, love, I just finished writing in there.” Kurt came out into the living room and stood in the entrance. He was in his pjs, looking as pretty as always with blond hair a mess around his head, and stubble dotting at his jaw. And of course the new ring on his left hand.

“The tv’s off? Didn’t you wanna watch mtv?” He approached the coffee table, picking up the flipper and turning to look at her. “Can I turn it on, then?”

She nodded wordlessly, watching as he hit the red ‘on’ button and the tv lit up, flipping over to to MTV. To her exasperation Courtney Love’s face reappeared on screen.

“Ah, Courtney!” Kurt said lightly. “She’s always got something interesting to say.”

He plopped down next to her, covering his hand with her own and fully watching.

Ugh stop, that wink was for comedic effect. You’re overthinking again.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

***

“Hey, Kurt, uhm-“ She faltered slightly, “There’s a message here from Courtney.”

Kurt came trotting out in his socks, looking interested. “How did she even get our new number?”

“I don’t know. Somebody working with you probably gave it to her.���

“What’s it say?” He walked closer towards the phone, putting a warm hand on her shoulder.

She played the message:

“Hey Kurt! At least I hope it’s Kurt. If not, sorry to bother you, girl, could you pass it over to Kurt? Yeah, okay. Kurt it’s been a while. You should come out and play with us! Come to my place on the 21st? You know my address. I’ll have everything ready, just bring your guitar. Really looking forward to seeing you again!”

Kurt listened quietly, nodding. “Yeah, I do think we should play together. I really admire her art, honestly. I think we could make something nice together,” He seemed to trail off, thinking about it.

“If I’m at my best.”

“How do you know her address?” She asked him with a furrow of her brow.

“Oh, I’ve been to her house with a mutual friend a while ago. ’91, I think?”

“Okay.” She said plainly, not knowing what else to add even while she felt like she should say something.

“So… you’re, gonna go?”

“Yeah. I think it could be productive. I don’t think I have any plans that day, yeah?”

“Yeah, probably not…”

“Okay, then it’s set!” He smiled at her, placing a quick kiss on her lips before heading back to their room. She watched his back as it disappeared across the corner, cringing at her own internal monologue. She shook her head, before turning back to the phone.

***

He still wasn’t home. Why was he still out? Hadn’t it been long enough for them to create something? Would he voluntarily stay there for so long if they could be done?

Why are you thinking so much? You know he would never hurt you like that. This is stupid. He’s been nothing but good to you and these thoughts are how you repay him?

She twiddled her thumbs in her lap, shifting in her seat on the faded couch restlessly. The shaking of her knees against the coffee table caused the drink in her mug to spill, and she groaned, voice cracking with disuse as she hadn’t spoken since Kurt had left. Which was nine hours ago.

The liquid had spilled all over the table and was dripping onto the ground. She launched herself up to grab tissues but just knocked the mug to the floor in the process. She sucked in a deep breath and struggled not to cry. Don’t. Hyperventilate. Don’t.

She heard the door unlatch and steeled herself. She needed to calm down. These emotions were baseless and even more useless. Yeah, that’s right. This doesn’t need to be thought about anymore.

Kurt stepped into the house, kicking off his shoes and smiling very slightly as he placed them on the rack to his left.

“I’m home.” He called from the entrance, walking forward towards her.

“It’s ten. You said you’d be back for dinner.”

“Oh, shit, I did, didn’t I,” He grimaced, apologetic. “I’m sorry, love. We were in… a bit of a fervor.”

She let out a short laugh and spoke under her breath “Yeah. A creativity fervor.”

She spared a look up at him from wiping down the table, spotting his minute frown. That was the way it was with him. He was supposed to pick up on her feelings. Which she supposed was part of the reason why she felt so hurt.

With a clearly audible sigh she stood up, tossing her tissue in the garbage can, before moving to the door where Kurt had been not long ago, brushing past him in the process as she reached up to grab her coat off the clothing rack.

Kurt walked over, footsteps more hesitant now. “Hey, love… what’s wrong?”

“No it’s fine. I’m just going to go for a walk. Maybe get a cup of coffee.” She pulled on her coat, voice slightly muffled by the fabric pulling over her.

He perked up slightly, reaching for his own coat which he had just hung up next to her, “I’ll come with you.”

“No Kurt. You must be really tired. Go sleep.”

Her reaction seemed to trigger something in him. His movements halted, and he slowly retracted his arm, instead laying it on hers.

He spoke lightly, looking directly at her and turning her to face him with a worried look.

 “Darling? What is it? You seem to be holding things in. You know you can tell me and I won’t judge, yeah? I hope I haven’t, well, given you an impression that says otherwise.”

At first she pressed her lips together, looking at him. Okay. You need to speak now or it’ll get awkward.

“I-” Her voice cracked and she cringed. What had happened to her self-confidence? Her belief in her own abilities?

She let out a shaky breath, looking down and focusing on the floorboards as tears welled up in her eyes. Don’t hyperventilate.

“Hey, love, look at me.” He placed his hands tentatively on her cheeks, as if asking permission, before tilting her face upwards so she was once again looking at him.

He faltered slightly, likely noticing the glistening of her eyes, before his face softened even more, if possible.

She couldn’t help it. Her sight was blurring together and her breathing was watery. She tried to blink but it just allowed the tears to find a path out of her heavy eyelids, one on either side flowing down her cheeks. It was like a dam broke and suddenly she was shaking all over. Sobbing now.

She couldn’t see him through her closed eyes, but she felt his hands move from her face to wrap around her back, the soft fabric of his sweater against her hands and his hair tickling at her face as he pulled her in.

“C’mon. Talk to me.”

“I don’t know…” she took a deep breath to try to get her words out, “I know it’s stupid and baseless but-”

“Listen.” She felt his voice gain a newfound serious tone, the vibrations moving through her chest. “I will never think your emotions are stupid or invalid. You can talk to me no matter what. I care about you. Don’t bottle them in, love, or they’ll burst out and harm you when you don’t want them to. I know about that.” He paused, voice regaining its quiet, “Now, uhm- you can keep going.”

“I just… I guess I just felt jealous. You were- complimenting her, and her art, and I-I guess she’s just the type of person who likes to stir things up, and even though I’m pretty sure she doesn’t mean any real harm, I- I just didn’t really feel safe? I felt kind of threatened by her. And I know you- you’d never but-” She groaned. “I feel so bad. For having so little trust in you!”

“No, no, I don’t blame you. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up on this sooner.”

“I still feel guilty. That’s why I never… told you about it. I knew you were just there to play music. And I wanted you to go because I knew you’d enjoy it. So much. And I want you to do the things you love.”

“And thank you so much for that.”

“It’s just, when it got late and hours after the time you said you’d be home, I guess I let my mind wander. And… that’s almost never a good thing.”

“Make no mistake, love, I… take full responsibility for this-”

“Don’t say that-”

“But I also want you to know, that I would never purposefully hurt you, okay? Today, her entire band was there. All we did was write. And also... you're perfect just the way you are. Yes, I like Courtney's art, but there's so much more that I love about you.”

She just nodded, slowly but surely calming down, breathing deeper and regularly.

“Talk to me about anything you want, whenever you want. I love you.”

She sniffled slightly, “I love you too, Kurt.”

She felt him let out a breath, and his stubble tickled at her head.

“Let’s go, uh, lay in bed together?”

Finally, the corners of her lips twitched upwards, “Let’s go.”

[milaisreading]

Good day, dear! ^*^

I'm an anon who requested you some manager stuff yesterday and OMG YOU MADE ME SOO HAPPY! You're my favorite bllk blog now and I love your bllk manager series A LOT! Thank you so much for writing this. I'm not good enough at reviews but your writing is really good. I like everything: your long funny and cute scenarios, your imagination, manager-chan's personality. Thank you so much for writing my requests, I'm really thankful. Please stay safe and happy!~

Can I ask you for headcanons/scenarios about manager-chan takes care of boys (you can choose any characters you want) when they are sick/injured or have a mental breakdown?

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!~

With love,

Garden.

Author: OMG?! Thank u sm from the words, it means a lot🩷 I didn't expect to become anyone's favorite, since there are so many talented BLLK writers, but thank u🩷 Hope u like this one and thanks for the request! Stay safe and thank u for reading 🩷🩷

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her and there might be manga spoilers. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Reo!" (Y/n) yelled in shock as the boy fell in the middle of practice, thankfully Baro caught before anything could happen.

"What happened?" Bachira wondered as Nagi and (Y/n) ran over to the boy. His breathing was pretty heavy and it looked like his face was getting redder and redder by the minute. Cautiously, (Y/n) put her hand on his forehead, flinching at how hot it was.

"He has a fever. Nagi, can you carry him to the nearest medic room."

The white haired boy quickly nodded his head and picked Reo up and ran out of the training hall.

"The rest of you continue practice. I will inform Ego-san what had happened. Please don't cause a ruckus."

"Sure!"

"Don't worry, I will keep them at bay."

"Everything will be fine." (Y/n) smiled at their words and ran out of the room, hoping that it was just a fever Reo had.

"(Y/n) is so considerate~" Gagamaru said as the others nodded in agreement.

"I wish I was Reo right now..."

"Same."

"So it's just a fever? Nothing more serious?" Nagi asked, trying to hide his concern as (Y/n) walked out of the medic room. The girl smiled at the gesture, knowing how close these two are.

"Yeah, the doctor said it is probably a seasonal flue. Reo should be up on his feet in a few days. You should go and finish the training, before Ego-san takes your phone privileges away."

"And you? I can't leave Reo alone." Nagi said nervously as (Y/n) patted his arm.

"No worries! I will stay here and take care of him. Ego-san will send one of the senior staff members to fill in my manager duties for the next few days."

Nagi's short lived nervousness and worry died down as he realized what that meant. The boy slowly leaned down and blinked at (Y/n).

"What do you mean you won't be with us during training?"

"I can hardly be with Reo and you guys at the same time." (Y/n) answered. Nagi's eyes were dotted for a moment, then it looked like a light bulb had gone off and he started coughing.

"Oh! I don't feel well either... Seems like I have to stay with you and Reo-"

"Nagi Seishiro, get back to training... and never try your hand in acting." Ego's voice came from one of the speakers and (Y/n) laughed at the statement, as Nagi didn't do well in that department. The boy huffed and after a minute or two he agreed to go, although reluctantly.

Sighing, she walked back into the room and the nurse gave her some instructions on which medicine she should give him and what to do when the fever gets higher. (Y/n) was also given a new meal list that the boy will have to follow.

'Some of this food makes me realize how lucky I am to still be healthy.' (Y/n) cringed and ran out to get the lunch.

A while later (Y/n) came back with the food, just in time as Reo was waking up. She put the tray down and walked over to where the boy was trying to sit up.

"Don't get up so fast. Your head will start spinning!" (Y/n) warned as she helped the boy up and lean against his pillow.

"What happened?" Reo asked, feeling his face get even redder at the closeness.

"Nothing much, you seemed to have caught a seasonal flue or something. Ego-san said that you will stay here for the next few days, so practice in canceled for you."

"Oh? Sorry... I didn't want to cause any issues. Why are you here though? Shouldn't you be with the team?" Reo wondered as (Y/n) went to get the tray with food.

"I am here to take care of you. Ego-san already called in for someone to do my manager job. Everything will be fine." (Y/n) grinned as the purple-haired boy blinked at her words, her words slowly registering in his brain.

'Take care...of me?! Wait! She will stay here with me for the next few days? Alone?! Breath, Reo! Play it cool! Losing it in front of (Y/n) will be of no use.' The boy gulped and even though he was sick, he felt a weird bubble of happiness light up inside of him.

And so, truthfully to (Y/n)'s words for the next few days she barely left Reo's side during the day. Whatever he needed she would get for him, check his temperature and talk over the most random things while (Y/n) was cleaning up for the day. Reo himself felt at peace after a very long time, knowing he was cared for so much by his own crush really meant a lot to him.

'She looks even prettier today than yesterday. I wonder how the others are doing without her... must suck being them!'

3 days have passed and while Reo was enjoying his time being sick, the rest...well they didn't like this new arrangement at all. Not only will Reo miss out the practices for the next few days, but (Y/n) will also be gone. Nagi didn't like any of this, the substitute manager didn't allow him to play on his phone during the break. Baro, Rin and Isagi got punished by running 5 laps for every argument, Aryu was forced to tie up his hair in a bun, Bachira was called for a time off every time he went above what was needed for the exercise and Gagamaru... well he couldn't take any more criticism on his stance at the goal, since it was the most comfortable one for him.

"This is unbearable... When is (Y/n) coming back?" Chigiri whispered as he untangled his hair.

'I miss (Y/n)'s way of tying it."

"I don't know, but I can't do this running for too long." Isagi groaned along with Rin. The two already had 2 arguments.

"I don't like this guy at all." Baro muttered.

"What are we supposed to do? Ego-san ordered her to take care of Reo. Lucky bastard..." Otoya said, glaring at the new manager, who was busy scolding Bachira and Kurona for playing rough again.

"I hate this training. If only he would stop telling me every 2 minutes to change the way I stand... (Y/n) always encourages me to do it my way." Gagamaru groaned, taking a sip of his water.

Nagi didn't speak at all, he was in a foul mood ever since that incident happened, and not being able to play on his phone and see both (Y/n) and Reo was taking a toll on him.

Kunigami kept on sulking, as the new man kept telling him to slow down at certain times, Yukimiya and Karasu got scolded at least 3 times for joking and not taking anything seriously. Hiori by now was the only one who was on the new manager's good side.

"That guy pisses me off more than Kaiser." Kurona said, sitting down next to Karasu.

"Welcome to the club. His stuck up nature explains why he isn't a manager." Kunigami said, missing the way practice used to be less stressful.

"My monster is telling me to kick a ball in his face next time." Bachira grinned.

"I would say don't... but please do." Rin groaned.

"Why are Niko and Hiori pissed?" Isagi wondered as the others turned to look at them.

"Huge issue! We need to speak with Ego-san!"

"I wish Reo never got sick or miraculously gets better!"

"Yeah, you are not the only one who wants that." Baro rolled his eyes.

"No! That new guy just trash talked (Y/n) to a staff member and said he will ask Ego-san to get a new manager." Niko and Hiori yelled at the same time. An eerie silence fell on the group and they snapped their eyes at the duo.

"What?! What do you mean change managers?!" Isagi yelled out, being the first one to get out of the shock, followed by Chigiri and Bachira.

"Alright, I am throwing hands then if that's what he wants." Bachira said, but got held back by Yukimiya.

"Did you two hear that even right? (Y/n) does a great job." Gagamaru asked as Niko nodded his head.

"We heard him talk about it outside. We need to talk with Ego-san or Teieri-san!" Hiori exclaimed.

"Hmmm... Isagi, Baro, Kunigami and I will go talk with Ego-san. The rest of you stay here and cause as much ruckus for that bastard as possible." Rin spoke up as the others nodded their heads. As much as the boy tried to keep his calm, he really couldn't. Rin held (Y/n) to a great standard and anyone who tarnished her like that man did deserves at least to lose his job.

"Your fever went down! Maybe one more day of rest and medication, and you are free to go!" (Y/n) exclaimed as Reo nodded his head. He was happy that he was getting better, but he will miss these past few days where (Y/n) gave him her full, undivided attention.

'Man... this day is both good and sad.'

"Ya know! I am happy to see you play again!" (Y/n) suddenly said, causing the girl to look up at her in surprise.

"Really? My skills are nothing special though. Far away from Nagi, Isagi or Rin." Reo said, and he really meant it. Although he had Nagi on his side while playing, he was far from his genius best friend when it comes to talent. That alone caused a flood of insecurities to enter his body whenever (Y/n) would watch the team play, as he knew she probably had her eyes more on the skilled players like Isagi or Rin or Baro.

"What do you mean? Not everyone can copy as fast as you can, basically make themselves invisible. Just because you aren't like Rin or Isagi or anyone on the team, doesn't mean you aren't a great player." (Y/n) started speaking, and Reo's full attention was now on her. The boy could feel his heartbeat quicken and his cheeks started to turn a light pink shade.

"Y-you think so?"

"Of course! You survived this long because of your own skills, not Nagi's. Don't put yourself down. I for one, find you great!" (Y/n) said, giving him a closed eyes smile. Reo felt his heart nearly leave his chest at the last part.

He was about to answer back when the doors to the medic room opened rather quickly, startling the duo.

"What?"

'Not now... we had a moment!' Reo groaned as he made the voices of Chigiri and Bachira out.

"(Y/n)! Please come back, this is getting unbearable!" Bachira said, running to Reo's bed where (Y/n) was.

"What do you mean?" She wondered.

"What Bachira wants to say is... this substitute manager sucks." Chigiri said honestly.

"He is strict and yells at us for no reason most of the time. Aryu even has to wear his hair in a bun." (Y/n) winced a little at that part, knowing Aryu hates that a lot.

"So I am guessing you are disappointed in the arrangement Ego-san and I came up with..." The girl laughed nervously as the other two nodded their heads.

"Well not really. Please tell us you are coming back soon." A pouting Bachira said as he tugged on (Y/n)'s shirt. The girl looked between the duo and Reo before sighing.

"Well, Reo should be up on his feet and training tomorrow, we are just waiting for what the nurse has to say." (Y/n) grinned, patting the said boy's back.

"Ahh that's good then." Chigiri and Bachira said in unison as Reo pouted a little.

'Well, at least I got compliments and care from her these past few days... It felt really nice to hear all that.' The purple-haired boy thought as he smiled softly.

'He really got all that care and attention from (Y/n) alone to himself... how do I make myself sick?!' Chigiri wondered.

'Do I need to take cold showers or pray for a flue now?' Bachira thought, trying to stop himself from glaring at Reo.

Meanwhile on the other side of the building, Ego was looking dumbfounded at the four boys in front of him.

"What do you mean fire her? She is the only one who could put up with you idiots."

"That's what we said! So you won't listen to him?" Rin questioned as Ego nodded his head.

"I won't. Now get out of my office, I will deal with that man."

"Thank you, Ego-san." Isagi said, genuinely feeling relieved that the man was on their side.

"I still think we should beat him up."

Baro whispered to Kunigami, who nodded his head.

[charbies]

hey what's up uhhh I'm back here's a lil update about it

things are way better since my previous, very bleak & emo post last year. I want to thank every single person who took the time and care to send so many messages to my inbox wishing me well, it gave me much needed validation and outside perspective so thank u ❤︎₊ ⊹❤︎₊

I ended up taking a much longer medical leave and got to reset, reflect what was going on with my health, career, etc. Realized I wasn't just burning out, but that stuff going on there was an active trauma reigniting old trauma from when I was younger, so, not a super healthy environment and no wonder I couldn't keep hacking it

but a lot of beautiful things have happened lately in spite of the chaos: I got engaged to the person I so completely love. became fully independently licensed as a therapist. Had a birthday. Made quality time with new and old friends and mentors. Bought my first car. Made so much art.

A lot of things are getting better, I'm getting my life back

Soo now I hope to bring more stuff here semi-regularly and get back in touch with everyone here on tumblr dot com. Thanks again for giving me more to look forward to ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)✧

[when-gravity-has-fallen]

Background details/me blabbing about my askblog yaaay!! Mostly because it's difficult for me to get motivated as it is! Plus maybe after being inactive for 2 years (rip 💀) this will help pique interest? Idk I just wanna talk about my sillies tbh. And the Axolotl needs a break you know? My guy's watching over an entire multiverse.

First off. The post about my LGBTQIA+ headcanons here: https://www.tumblr.com/craycray-wolf/737090570384703488/while-in-wait-for-the-book-of-bill-already-hard?source=share

It's still accurate to how I feel about the characters...mostly. In the time since I made this post, I have since been converted to "Grunkle Stan is bi" and I'm now preaching the Good Word 🤟

Anyway with that now amended, here's some stuff!

I originally made the majority of the posts about where everyone is now back in 2022, when I intended to have the blog launched as part of the 10th anniversary of Gravity Falls airing.

Well clearly that didn't pan (🩷💛💙🍳) out but maybe it was so it could instead coincide with all the revelations from TBoB! Life is kinda a beautiful thing sometimes.

Anyway point being, I'll have to tweak the timeline a bit. Which is fine because I wanted Dippin Dots and Mabes to hold some jobs before college anyway so really my lack of updating is just an excuse for this. That's the major point I could think of but if I didn't properly consider others please sound off 📣 (yes I'm a cringe emoji user AND I'M PROUD)

Soos and Melody are still attempting to conceive because they want at least one bio child if they can but they're working on adoption.

Many assume Gus Burnside to be missing or worse dead. But maybe... he's still out there somewhere...with his physical body fulfilling a deal. But y'know! No one can say for certain!

To be completely honest I'm still figuring out my interpretation of Bill's backstory. Sorry about that.

Though the reason the Axolotl has contacted our dimension to begin with has to do with his concern...about a certain someone. And who better to give a helping hand than the fandom and the Zodiac?

Since Stan taught Wendy how to hot wire vehicles and whatnot, they one day found a fairly intact Harley motorcycle in the dump. They fix it up together and Stan declares it hers. This is where her Harley previously mentioned in other posts comes from.

When did this happen? I've always assumed the Stans come back to land from time to time, including some summers. So likely during summer but a holiday could work too!

Mabel loves being a passenger. Dipper not so much unless he clings tight. Wendy installs a seat back at some point and this helps ease his anxiety. A little. He likes seeing the scenery though so he'll bare through it if asked to ride. Not to mention he cares for Wendy and thus doesn't want to deny her sharing her joy.

Robbie probably figured out he wanted to be an anime artist while doodling in college classes he wasn't paying attention to. Either he was in generals or some other degree at this point. He only drew in private during high school.

THIS NEXT SECTION WILL BE SHIPS 🚨 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Pacifica during her high school/diner years thought she like liked Dipper. And well, she was Dipper's rebound crush so at around 15 or so they dated for a while. Pacifica however eventually realizes she's actually a lesbian and was misinterpreting her care for Dippin Dots, as well as thinking she only had so many options initially. Dipper realizes it was to cope with Wendy.

Therefore they cut off romantic ties on good terms and continue to be good friends.

(I have nothing against Dipcifica, it's cute. I'm just personally a Mabcifica person and enjoy my lesbian Pacifica hc)

In their early college years Mabel and Pacifica become girlfriends, LET'S GOOOOOO

Candy and Dipper have began to catch each other's eyes... they've healed from the events of Roadside Attraction in the years since and now they can have a healthier relationship in several ways. I WILL DIE FOR THIS SHIP OKAY

Fiddleford and Ford are sweet old man boyfriends. Though romance baffles Ford it makes enough sense with Fiddleford.

Stan is Stan. Though maybe all of his family coming out awakes something in him... something new to explore about himself...

Past Billford will likely be discussed at some point, though they haven't been a thing for decades and it was toxic to begin with.

Grenda and Marius are of course married ❤️ Candy, Mabel, and Pacifica were her bridesmaids. Mabel and Candy were piling over each other trying to get the bouquet, though Wendy catches it. Uninterested in marriage she throws it back out and reflexively Dipper catches it. After confused for a solid moment he tosses it and finally Pacifica then catches it.

_________

SHIP SECTION FINISHED ⚠️

The Pines Twins revisit Gravity Falls every summer until their high school graduation. Well *maybe* they go one more after graduation but then they have job schedules to contend with.

One of those summers (probably when the Mystery Twins are 15) their parents surprise them with a visit! But then they start to question everything because y'know. Weird town.

Eventually the truth comes out about everything, and they better understand their kids.

It wasn't the easiest summer but an important one.

They let their children return because they know how dearly they love their time there, albeit with ground rules established.

As for their jobs, Mabel was a barista and Dipper restocked shelves at a grocery store.

Dipper now has come to care for his birth name and birthmark. He still likes going by Dipper but he insists that only those close with him use the name. The only reason he still wears bangs is that his hairstyle is just comfortable and familiar. This also keeps his birthmark special as only some get to see it (in full).

Mabel still loves knitting and sweaters, but she's experimented a lot with fashion throughout the years. She now has more variety in her wardrobe than sweaters and skirts.

The twins live in dorms with a couple roommates and return back to their childhood home during holidays and summer. They intend to live in Gravity Falls once they get all their education/credentials.

Waddles is an old man but still kickin'. The parents were initially upset with his presence but were convinced by Stan to begrudgingly keep him. They grew to care for the piggy as well.

The family cat (Sniffles) has since passed :(

They have a dog (Honey) now though! She was a puppy from a dog Dipper once dogsat. The owners didn't realize said dog was preggo. It was a whole thing. Anyway Mabel loves putting her in cute outfits that match Waddles, something she used to do with Sniffles.

Mabel is a k-pop multistan (originating from Candy and Grenda introducing it to her) and absolutely loves drinking boba/jelly milk tea. Dipper likes the sound of k-pop music but isn't a fan the same way his sister is. He likes milk tea but the boba pearls themselves freak him the heck out.

There's a lot more but I'm blanking 🤪

[dannyboy-writes]

Careful where you enter II

It’s finally here!! Part 2. I've been rather gone from this blog, but I finished this last night at 3 am and I'm trying to get back into writing pace soo here it iss.. Hope you enjoy!!

She kept going to your cell, something was still pulling her to you. To your shiny eyes.

She wondered if it was the reflection of the light or if you had been crying. Maybe it was the colour of your eyes, maybe something unique to your kind. 

A kind they knew nothing of.

Somehow you dodged the question every time she asked it. She’d enter the room to ask only that, and she’d leave after telling you about her childhood and her many sleepless nights. Still empty handed.

“What do you want?” She asked, sitting in a little chair in front of you, with the glass playing with her eyes.

You thought about it for a long minute, often humming to yourself as ideas took over your mind. “I want out.”

“I don’t know if I can do that for you.” She said, rather defeated.

The glint in your eyes left, and your gaze dropped to your hands. “Well, it was a long shot anyways,” you smiled. “I think you should leave now, miss Luthor. Thank you for your visit.”

-

A glaring red light coloured the halls of the D.E.O., as Lena found herself wandering once more through the prisoner’s wing.

You had asked her for the codes, and in a forgotten act, she had even given them to you. She remembered your grin and the glint in your eyes, although your words escaped her memories. 

“I trusted you,” she said, closing the gate to your cell behind her. 

You raised your eyebrow, “That was your mistake, my dear.”

Her breath grew heavy, and her vision blurred itself with tears. “Why?”

“I needed one of them, to get out,” you stated. “You were perfect, darling. It’s in your nature to help people, as it’s in mine to deceive them.”

“But why me?”

“Because you‘re fascinating.”

“No really, why?” She asked again.

“You don’t believe me.” You looked at her. “You, Miss Luthor, are one of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever met. I felt it that very first day you crossed that door. So full of hope and wanting so much love…” You clicked your tongue.

“Is that why you chose me, because I wanted to feel loved? Is that why you tricked me into giving you the codes, because I was easy to fool?” She said, her voice cracking.

“Oh, no. No no no, you mistake me for one of your friends. I chose you because I found you… Irresistible. Because I want you by my side, Miss Luthor.” She rolled her eyes at that, but you paid it no mind. “Being the bad guy can be lonely,” you muttered.

“Well get used to it. Because I will not join you. Not now, not ever.”

You shrugged at her attempt at an insult, “Never say that. Don’t close the opportunities, dear. You’ll come back for me - once you realise who has really been tricking you from the very beginning.”

“What does that mean?”

“Ask Supergirl… Or her sister, they’re both in the building.” Lena got up at that last part, what an unusual set of words. “Unlike me.”

There it was. What Lena didn’t know but had been expecting once she heard it. As she moved closer to you she saw a device on the floor, and a blinking light. 

“Don’t let the light trick you, Miss Luthor. You’ll find me, do not worry. We’re connected, you and I,” you told her before the hologram she had been speaking to for the last half hour faded away.

She ran out of the room as fast as she could, making her way into the main hall to speak to Alex.

“Did anything happen, Lena?” The agent asked her.

She bit her tongue, connecting the dots. “Can we talk in private?”

“Of course, this way,” Alex walked with her into an office nearby.

“Are you okay?” She asked Lena.

“I have a question…” Alex nodded so she kept on, “Supergirl. Who is she?”

Alex’s eyes widened in surprise. She had spoken to Kara about it, but it was Kara herself who had to tell Lena. It was her secret.

“Both you and Supergirl have come for my help countless times. I just want to know who I’m helping.” 

“Yes. I understand, Lena, I do. I just… I don’t know if I can tell you.” Lena scoffed and Alex raised her arms, trying to stop Lena from walking away. “It’s not my secret.”

“But it is, It’s your secret too. Isn’t it?” Alex tried to talk, but Lena interrupted her. “Yours and Kara’s.”

“How…”

Lena shut her eyes, stopping her tears from falling through her cheeks, and left the office, not uttering one word.

Instead, she started to search for you. She had been staying at the D.E.O., but L-Corp still had some toys.

She found you in an abandoned building, on the last floor. The power shut off, only lit by the night light.

“What did you mean when you said we were connected?” She asked into the room.

“Remember that first day we met,” you said, standing by the opposite wall to her.

“Vaguely…”

You started to walk in her direction, not close enough that she could hurt you. “Well, I remember it perfectly. At least one little part of it.”

“What part?”

“The part where you gave me your name,” you grinned, taking another step in her direction.

It seemed to click in her mind, “You never gave me yours…”

“Of course not, one’s name is their most powerful weapon, or their biggest weakness. Neither of which I’d want people to know.”

“Why did you pick me?” She asked again. “Really this time.”

One more lazy step in front of her, “There’s so much potential.”

She furrowed her brows, trying to see where you were getting at.

“With your brain, and my wit. We could be huge. We could rule the world,” you said, just one step away from her.

She took one in your direction as you grinned, “When do we start?”

[scarletgemstone]

villain scalene and Euclid lines on it’s not a website dot com

dipper

Smart kid

Mabel

shines like a shooting….star

stan

Got back what we couldn’t

ford

old….”friend “

Soos

Helpful

wendy

cool as ice

Robbie

has a mended heart

Pacifica

can’t reach her protected by a sprite

Gideon

so little

wedding ring

hers

wedding ring thrown away?

never!

stars

he loved the stars

eyes

had to change them to leave home

home world

Gave up too easily

euclidea

Broken burned

hat

it was his

stars

what?

bill

how do know that name?

bill cipher

How do you know him?

static tv

don’t do that

???

not many of us left

time baby

never.help.us

stop it

it’s not funny!

please it hurt so much

let us out!

billy

we

want

our

star

back!

[ohtobeleah]

ToE couldn’t come any quicker! I need that update girl! I’ve missed Dot soo much!!

I’m so excited to be back in the swing of things! Enjoy! It’s a fluffy ride with a steep slope at the end. Strap in! Terms of Endearment Masterlist here.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~**

“We’ll change the wires out for something a little less complicated in a day or two Miss Y/L/N, but in the meantime it’s liquids only.” Nurse Cindy reminded you with a soft ‘listen to me I’m the healthcare provider’ tone you weren’t in the mood for. 

“Can you do anything about the brooding bull rider in the corner of the room?” You huffed through your teeth, the wires had just been tightened. Rhett stood with his own groan as Cindy chuckled and tucked your legs under the blanket of the wheelchair you were perched in. 

“Unfortunately I can’t, I’m under strict orders to make sure your supervised twenty four seven, having the brooding bull rider here just takes some pressure off my nurses—but you have your panic button if he ever steps out of line.” It wasn’t the answer you were looking for as you sat back and said not a word in response. Nurse Cindy took that as her sign to leave. So she did. “Her charts have been updated Mr Abbott, feel free to call Mr Bradshaw and let him know that all she’s responding well to the antibiotics.” 

“Thanks—“ Was all Rhett replied with as he took it upon himself to take your wheelchair by the handles and push you out towards the door. 

“What are you doing?” Rhett knew you were in a particularly foul mood today. You hadn’t said a word about why, and you weren’t about to cry on the shoulder of a man you didn’t know and did trust as far as you could throw him, why you were in such a foul mood. But he knew. Jake had told him during change over yesterday. “Rhett, seriously—“ 

It was your daughter's third birthday tomorrow and you were going to miss it. A milestone you’d never be able to go back and retrace. Gone, poof, into thin air. Rhett, albeit stubborn in many ways and probably a little rougher around the edges than most, didn’t understand what that pain was like. He didn’t have children. 

But he could sympathise and he didn’t wanna leave you alone on a day that was hard enough to get through with people around you. Was he going to tell you that though? 

Absolutely fucking not. 

“I need a coffee but I don’t trust you enough to leave you here alone, so we’re going to get a coffee.” Just as Rhett was pushing you out of the doorway, a man with black curly locks and heart eyes you could see from a mile away came walking towards you with a bouquet of flowers. His smile melted your heart as he caught your eye, he waved as he called your name and pushed past nurses and physicians alike. 

“Fe!” He beamed. “Hey! Sorry I haven’t been round to see you yet I’ve been caught up with Phoenix—“ Before Mickey Garcia could get another word out, Rhett was on him. Pushing him up against the nearest wall with his forearm to his sternum and a first tightly wrapped in the T-shirt he was wearing. 

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?” Oh my god, as if this day couldn’t get any worse. Your eyes went as wide as they could at the sight. Rhett and Mickey pinned and pinned good. 

“RHETT! Lay off!” You grumbled through your teeth as you tried to wheel yourself forward with one arm, the other was still in a sling. “It’s just Mickey—“ 

“Fanboy! I’m—“ Mickey panicked as he stared into the sole of Rhett Abbott. Bob had warned Mickey he may be in attack dog mode and to tread lightly. The warning went unheeded. A mistake Mickey learnt the hard way. “I’m Fanyboy, Mickey Garcia, I work with Felix, my Abuela made her biscuits once—“ Mickey found himself rambling until you reached out and tapped Rhett on his side. Only then did he back off. “Holy shit I think I crapped my pants—“ 

“You never mentioned a Mickey.” Rhett fixed himself up as he eyed down Fanboy. The nurses in the halls had gone back to minding their own business when they saw the situation had dissolved itself. For a brief moment you could have killed Rhett, but at the same time you saw first hand how quickly he’d come to your defense. There was some hesitation in your response—but you didn’t let the brief thought of heroism change your mind about Rhett Abbott. 

Not this time anyway. 

“I’ll provide you with a manifest of friends and family—“ All you did was roll your eyes. “Mick, you good?” Mickey nodded, he couldn’t stop staring at Rhett. This was some trippy twilight zone shit. 

“You guys weren’t kidding when you said it’s Bob in cowboy cosplay, huh?” 

***~***~***~***~****~***~

Odette Dolan didn’t understand a lot in life, she was just a little girl in a big scary world who loved her mother fiercely and her Tooster dearly. She loved her uncle Jake to infinity and beyond—but ever since Bradley Bradshaw came into her life? She knew, deep down, that he loved her just as much as you did. Sorry uncle Jake, but there was a new man in Odette's life. 

And he had a mustache and a few tattoos that he let Odette colour in with markers. 

“Happy birthday to you—“ Bradley mumbled as he felt the tiny tot that had been sleeping beside him in his bed shift and squirm. “Happy birthday to you—“ He mumbled louder as Dot crawled across the stroon pillows that littered Bradley’s bed like a minefield. “Happy birthday dear Odette—“ He smiled as he felt her crawl up onto his chest, plopping herself down directly on top of his exposed stomach as he stretched out and laid on his back. Her tiny legs splayed across his rib cage as she smiled down at him, her hands on his chest—that smile quickly turned into an early morning yarn. “Happy birthday to you, how old are you now huh?” 

The sun had only just begun to rise, but Dot hadn’t been sleeping all that well with you gone. She had settled into somewhat of a routine, going back and forth between Jake and Bradley’s care like a ping pong. Some days were rougher than most but Bradley knew he had it taken care of. 

If by consuming enough caffeine to kill an elephant and surviving on whatever food was readily available, like bio cheese sandwiches and peanut butter toast, then yeah—he had it taken care of. 

“I’m free—“ Dot beamed as she held up three of her fingers. Bradley chuckled as she did so, holding his hands up to take hers in his. Pulling her down gently to wrap her in a bear hug so loving that she’d never forget how much she was loved again. 

“Great, I have a threenager.” Bradley cooed as he kissed the squirming little girl's cheek. “Come on, I reckon instead of banana pancakes we do chocolate chip?” 

“Mamma's not home yet?” Dot didn’t want anything for her birthday, she didn’t want new toys or a birthday cake or chocolate chip pancakes. She wanted her mum, she wanted you back. Bradley could see it in the way Dot's bottom lip quivered when he didn’t respond straight away, she looked him dead in the eye as she pulled back from their warm embrace. “Mamma's gonna come back for me, isn’t she?” The tears that welled in your little girl's eyes broke Rooster's heart. Fuck this was pure torture. For all involved, for you and Odette the most. 

He hated himself for keeping the two of you separated, but he knew that one day you’d thank him for not subjecting your daughter to the sight of you in pain. Broken. You deserved to remain a superhero in Dot's eyes. 

“Mums just a little sick at the moment darlin, as soon as she gets better, well go see her and you’ll light up her world more than you know.” Dot nodded, she’d been given the same answer enough now to understand that you weren’t well. She believed the adults in her life, Jake, Tooster, even Amilia and Payback that you were just trying to get better. 

As Dot rolled onto her stomach, she reached out to place a gentle hand on Bradley’s scruff covered cheek—no work meant no beard regulations. He was gonna enjoy the little things with this unexpected time off. 

“Whewe’s your mamma Toosters?” Bradley sighed heavily as he tried to think light of his feet about how to tackle that question. He didn’t have an awful lot of family—no parents, no siblings. The only cousin he knew about was just a stranger now. His grandparents had long passed before his dad left earth side and the uncles and aunts that were still alive didn’t care all that much to check in. 

But as Bradley looked down at the little girl in her nighty, with her brunette ringlets and her heterochromia eyes—Bradley knew that your love, as well as your daughter's love, was handmade just for him. And that was all the family he ever needed. 

“She’s with me everywhere I go.” There’s a ring tucked away in an old red ring box inside Bradley’s bedside table. He knows one day he’ll give it to you. “And she brought your mama, and you, birthday girl—into my life so I wouldn’t ever be alone again.” Dot smiled as she wiggled up onto Bradley’s stomach, she placed her ear to his belly and could hear the rumbles. Rooster ran his hand through the mess of bed hair he just knew he’d have to do something about before they went out today. “I’ll check in on your mama a little later today and see how she’s doing and hopefully you can see her at the end of the week huh?” Bradley cooed as he sat up, Dot giggled as he tickled her sides and folded himself onto her. Trapping her against his thighs and chest. “How does that sound, Dotty?” 

“Tooster!!” Dot screamed as she laughed and giggled and squirmed around trying to free herself from Bradley tickles. He let her off the hook pretty easy. Sitting up to rid himself of the bed covers. 

“Come on, chocolate chip pancakes, then we’ll go shopping for some stuff for your room.” Dot didn’t know it but Bradley had organised for just the two of them to spend the entire day together. Under the disguise of room decorating, the two of them were heading to the indoor play zone that was just out of this stratosphere cool—even Rooster was pretty pumped to get his flip on. 

“Pancakes and paint—“ Dot nodded as she held her arms up and out as Bradley scooped her up, placing her on his hip, the hip that his sweats hung low off. Bradley didn’t know as they made their way out of his room and down the hall that there was a car parked across the street, just waiting to watch their every move. 

“All for my perfect little princess.” 

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“Okay Little Miss, what pasta do we want?” Jake asked as he crouched down beside Dot in the pasta aisle of Ritchies Grocery Store. He held her close and tight as he kissed her cheek. “I’m thinking bow tie, how about you?” He looked towards the rows of pasta all lined up in their respective shapes. He couldn’t have been more tired if he tried. The bags under his eyes were darker than they ever had been. 

“Mama likes sghetti—“ Dot beamed as she chuckled and leaned against Jake's chest as she lost her balance, falling into her uncle for support. “Can we do sghetti?” It was now Jake's turn to chuckle, like mother like damn daughter.

“Sure Dotty, we can do Spaghetti.” His knees cracked slightly as he rose to his feet again, red basket of groceries in one hand and Odette's sparkly nail clad hand in the other. “I think we got just about everything we need for dinner don’t you think?” It was Jake's night with Dot, they were growing few and far between now. Bradley was stepping into the role he was born to play with expert steps. 

Jake would never let the guy know that he was proud of the dad Bradley Bradshaw had become over the last few months and even more so the last few weeks. He didn’t wanna give the guy an even bigger ego than he already had. He’d never live it down. 

“Tooster likes the swirl pasta—“ Jake had almost reached for the packet of spaghetti when Dot spoke up, he froze in his place. “Is Tooster with mamma?” 

“No baby, Toosters at work yelling at the Admirals for not keeping mama safe.” It had become a force of habit now. Jake cringed at himself for saying it but it just felt so natural. Tooster. “But he’s staying with mama tonight to help her get all pretty and ready to see you tomorrow.” Dot smiled, she’d missed you so much and over the past week she’d become overly clingy to the two men who had been tag teaming in and out of daddy duty. “So we want the swirls now huh? Is that where you’re going with this?” Jake looked to his left, the little girl who was just the spitting image of you was getting so big. Her third birthday had come and gone but they were all yet to celebrate. 

You’d missed your daughter's third birthday. It was a rough day for everyone who came into contact with you to say the very least. But Bradley took her out on a date. Just the two of them. Which made your tears a little less painful. 

“No, we still do sghetti.” Jake left it at that before the now three year old could change her mind. He grabbed the packet of pasta and dumped it in the basket full of spaghetti bolognese ingredients Jake Seresin and a three year old style. 

“Alright, come on then let’s get home so we can get you in the bath.” Jake sighed as he started toward the checkout. When he rounded the corner, he nearly let out an audible gasp when he saw her. There she was in all her beauty. 

Amilia Fisher—walking his way with a matching red shopping basket in her own little world. 

“Woah, woah—“ Jake whispered as he ducked into the closet aisle, pulling Dot with him as she looked at him confused as to why he’d damn near ripped her arm out of its socket. “Dot, that's Amilia.” Jake had never asked a three year old for relationship advice on a relationship he wasn’t in—But he was about to. “What do I do?” He crouched on one knee and placed the basket down on the ground as he shook Dot gently to make sure he had her utmost attention. “Do I talk to her? Do I just ignore her? Or do we play it cool and run into her?” 

“Well whatever you do, just don’t stay crouched on the floor holding that poor girl hostage.” Jake's heart nearly exploded out his ass as he jumped up and tried to act as cool as he could while Dot beamed up at Amilia. “Hi Odette, what’s Flyboy up to?” Amilia greeted the little girl before her by tussling her hair. 

“He wikes you like my mamma like Tooster—“ Jake had never been thrown so hard under the bus before, he knew then and there Dot was two faced. What a little bi—

“Good thing I like him like your mama likes Tooster too.” Amilia smiled down at the little girl who turned to Jake who was now flushed red as ever as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He was usually pretty good at this stuff, talking to women, but when it came to Amilia though Jake defaulted back to a time where he didn’t know how to talk to girls. 

Pre pubescent Jake. 

“I uh—we’re making Spaghetti for dinner.” Was the first thing that came out of Jake's mouth as he scooped your daughter up onto his hip. “Snitches get stitches.” He whispered in her ear as she wiggled and squirmed. “What brings you here?” Fuck. Stupid question. Amilia looked down at her basket full of groceries before she looked back up at Jake. 

“Pennys redoing the menu, said I could have a special—“ She shrugged a little. “Thought I’d do something like bangers and mash or a chicken parmi, throw a schooner on the side and call it a day—bring some Aussie culture to this gloryhole town.” Jake frowned momentarily as the slight insult. It washed down his back pretty quickly though. “Just wanted to do a test run of each first, needed some ingredients.” 

There's a moment of silence between the time Amilia finished explaining why she was at the grocery store, something she thought was once pretty self explanatory—and the moment Jake finally managed to ask the all important question he’d been holding back on, too afraid of what the answer may be now that Amilia knew how chaotic his life was right now. 

“I should probably leave you t—“

“Do you wanna go grab that coffee at Preston’s Pastries? Like tomorrow sometime?” Jake was praying he hadn’t left it too late, he’d been so caught up with you and everything going on that he hadn’t allowed himself the time to sit and wonder what his life post your apocalyptic crisis would look like. 

But then he was looking at Amilia Fisher in the middle of an aisle at the grocery store and the thought dawned on him, he really really wanted whatever this was to work out in his favour. 

Amilia did too. She bit her bottom lip momentarily to stop herself from squealing. Jake caught the glint in her eyes as they brightened to a new extreme. He was obsessed. 

“I have work tomorrow at two but anytime before that is great.” Amilia nodded. “I’d uh—yeah I’d really like that.” 

“Great, I’ll text you when I get it sorted. How about ten?” Jake crouched to pick up his basket of groceries as he held Dot on his hip. She was either getting too big for this or he needed to hit the gym more. Amilia looked at the little girl who was looking at her like she was a princess in real life. Something in Dot's eyes told Amilia that she was a special little girl to a lot of people. 

“It’s a date.” Amilia left it at that before she turned on her heels. “Keep an eye on him for me, Odette.” She sent Jake a playful smirk over her shoulder before she disappeared—Jake hated to watch her leave but with the way Amilias ass looked in those tight blue jeans he loved to watch her go. 

“God you and your mother are the same person I swear to god.” Jake groaned as he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. “What the hell was that for?” He asked as Dot grinned at him. Tucking her head down onto his shoulder. 

Jake didn’t know it as he made his way over to the cashier that there was a man lurking in the distance over by the fresh produce—watching his every move. Waiting. 

“Little snitch, my god.” 

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“Are you asking for my personal opinion or my professional opinion, Sir?” Bradley asked as he sat across the table from the Secretary of Defense. All operations at Miramar had been suspended without a return to work date due to the ongoing internal investigation. Something like this hadn’t happened since the fall of the towers, when all air traffic was grounded. Military and civilian alike. 

“Does it really make a difference, Lieutenant?” The Secretary of Defense asked as he looked at Jaidyn Dolans file. “One man has single handedly shut down an entire section of my Naval Operations and I need all the assistance I can get to have this place back up and running—until I get that the taxpayers are unknowingly paying you and your colleagues to sit on your asses twiddling your thumbs.” The Secretary of Defense sighed as he sat back in his chair, Rooster hadn’t taken his eyes off the man. “And I gotta say Lieutenant, I'm not the biggest fan of the fact we have no idea where the hell this guys gone, so—I’ll ask you again.” There was a brief pause, the atmosphere surrounding the few that sat in the conference room felt damn near heavy enough to drown even the strongest of swimmers. “Do you think that Admiral Simpson—“ Rooster didn’t need to hear the Secretary of Defense ask the same question twice. 

“Lieutenant Y/L/N was nearly beaten to death in a janitor’s closet on base, she’s lying in a hospital bed with her jaw wired shut and can’t see her daughter who’s been crying in my arms nearly every night this week.” Bradley explained as he slammed his fist down on the table he sat at. “He came with the police to her room asking her to pick up the slack he dropped, so no—no I don’t think he should be able to to just pick up where he left off, because Fe can’t just pick up where she left off, Sir.” 

It was a rough blow but Beau Simpson took it on the chin as he sat at the round table with Bradley Bradshaw, Pete Mitchell and the Secretary of fucking Defence. 

“And another thing!” Rooster hissed as he stood and leaned over the table Cyones' way, pointing a finger laced with venom his way. “You had him, the police had him, everyone who could have done something to protect her from this had him! And you all failed her, every single chance you had and that’s on your shoulders.” It was clear to everyone in the room what opinion Bradley was giving. It was fucking personal. “She could have been another forgotten statistic and if someone doesn’t pull their thumb out and find this psychopath then she still very much could be and I will not be the only one who loses sleep over this woman and her daughter!” 

“We’re using all of our resources to track Lieutenant Dolan down, Rooster.” Cyclone replied as Bradley sat back in his chair as steam poured out his ears. “But until Y/n presses charges—“

“She shouldn’t have to! you have the guy on tape beating her to death!” Bradley was tried, he hadn’t slept properly since you’d been in the hospital, the bags under his eyes were so dark that it looked like someone had punctured him in the face. “The Navy can have him reprimanded, the Navy can have him discharged for disorderly conduct, the Navy can charge him with assault and the Navy can—“ Before Rooster had a chance to tell the Secretary of Defense that the Navy could get stuffed, Mav was placing a hand on his shoulder and interrupting. 

“I think what Roosters trying to say is that it shouldn’t be Felix’s responsibility to put her attacker behind bars—“ Mav smiled across the table at the Secretary of Defense, they’d never been on good terms, something about a run in a long time ago with his daughter. Mav didn’t know who she was until he was being shipped off to Bosnia. “At least until she’s ready to.” 

“We hear your concerns, Lieutenant Bradshaw, we do, and be sure that we’re doing everything we can to get operations back up and running.” It was never about your safety or making sure you were doing okay, it was only ever about getting Mirimar back in business. “We’re in the process of checking over all the F-18’s on base that Felix may have come into contact with, we’re rewatching footage and actively reviewing policies that could be changed to prevent situations like this from happening again.” 

“Sounds like you’ve got her under investigation too?” Bradley frowned, he was met with silence from the Secretary of Defense. His name was Allen Locke. “Hang on a minute—“ The room went silent as Allen squared his shoulders, the relisation had suddenly hit that not only was Admiral Simpson under investigation amidst the internal review, but so were you. “Why would Y/n be under investigation in all of this?” 

“We can’t disclose that information.” 

“Bullshit you can't, that's the love of my life and you’re telling me she’s under investigation after she was almost killed!?” 

“If she’s the love of your life Lieutenant than I suggest that you file the proper paperwork to disclose whatever relationship you’ve been involved in—“ Allen, who had seen his fair share of combat over the years and had been involved with far more riveting investigations was growing impatient with the distressed man before him. 

Bradley couldn’t take talking to a brick wall any longer, he had to trust that Mav would be his proxy in all of this because he couldn’t do it. Not today at least. Rooster scoffed as he stood, he needed to get outta this place, get out of this conference room with these guys who didn’t care about your wellbeing or that of your daughters. All they cared about was getting guys back in planes and feet on the ground and eyes in the towers and hands on the decks. 

“For the record I filed that crap with Lucy in admin weeks ago—just find the bastard before I do.” 

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You were going stir crazy. For one whole week you’d been stuck in the god forsaken hospital and more specifically this god forsaken hospital room. 

Not once had you seen your daughter outside of the pictures and video updates Bradley and Jake had been sending you or would show you when they came to be with you. You appreciated what they were doing—the sentiment behind keeping you and your daughter separated was justifying enough. You did look like shit. But it didn’t make the heartache hurt any less than it did. And the cracks in your sanity were starting to show. Your daughter was your glue, your lifeline, without her you were starting to crumble. 

And you’d missed your little girl turning three. Three years ago you, two days ago, you welcomed your little girl into the world. As you slowly but surely made your way over to the door of your hospital room, you remembered that pain, what it was like to deliver your baby girl all the while Jake held your hand and whispered how powerful and strong you were. 

The coast was clear as far as you could tell as you looked around your room, you thought Rhett had gone to the bathroom so there was not a better chance to take yourself for a leisurely stroll down the hall and past the nurses station. You could make a break for it. 

As you opened the door of your hospital room, Rhett Abbott stood in the doorway sipping a fresh cup of coffee. Smirking as he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Going somewhere?” He taunted softly as he stepped back into your room, watching as you damn near jumped right out of your skin and the clothes on your back. 

“Ah!” You gasped and opened your jaw just a little too much than you should have—the doctor had only just taken some of the wiring out and replaced it with something less ridged. Something super tough like rubber bands. “Rhett! Fuck what are you doing! You gave me a heart attack!” 

“I went to grab a coffee while you were sleeping.” He explained. “Just what are you doing exactly?” He asked, waiting for you to explain yourself. He already knew what you were up to though. “The doors unlocked sweetheart always has been, but I’ll bet you a twenty you don’t even make it past the nurses station.” Rhett knew how much you missed your daughter, but what he didn’t get was what was going through your mind that you thought you could just up and leave the hospital without causing a scene. 

“I don’t need lip from you, son of Satan—“ You mumbled as you pointed and crossed your arms over your chest. “That hat makes you look stupid too.” 

“Oh good, I’ll tell my ma that shall I?” Rhett groaned as he sat back in the chair he’d practically been living in for the last week besides the times he went over to Bobs to shower and shave and sleep in peace without having to listen to you cry yourself to sleep. “She’s the one who picked it out for me.” 

“Yeah, go cry to your ma about how I called your hat stupid.” You were being childish, but what else could Rhett expect from you when you’d been kept in this hospital room for a week. You were itching to get out. 

“I don’t like your attitude this afternoon.” Rhett sassed as he watched you sink into your bed again, grumbling under your breath as you did so. “We’re all doing our best.” 

“Yeah well I don’t like your dumb face.” 

“You’re certifiable, you know that right?” Rhett did understand what you had against him, then again—he could see how you saw him as some sort of warden. He wasn’t the one who put you in the hospital though. He was just the one who’d been tasked to keep you company and keep you face when Jake and Bradley couldn’t. “I’ve dated a lot of crazy chicks in my life but you're goddamn certifiable.” 

“God must hate me for putting me in this purgatory hell scape with you.” You sighed as you looked up to the ceiling and shook your head in disbelief. 

“All religions is just a foolish answer to a foolish question—“ Rhett replied as he finished his coffee, watching as Bradley entered with a subtle knock and an all knowing smirk. “Ah good, my shifts over.” He groaned as he stood, tilting his stupid hat his ma gave him your way as you squinted your eyes at him. Dick. “She only tried to do a runner like twice today, needs a leash or something.” You could have strangled him if Rooster hadn’t placed a gentle hand on your good shoulder. 

“Down girl, he’s on our side believe it or not.” You and Rhett had spent a lot of time together in the past week. He listened to you cry yourself to sleep and he’d listen in while doctors explained your condition and told you what you had to endure in order to heal. He reluctantly became an ear for you to vent to and a shoulder for you to lean on when you needed help. Even if you didn’t want to lean on him. 

But he wasn’t your friend. He was still a stranger in his own way. You knew he didn’t like you—or he didn’t like being stuck with you. But for some reason he stayed, and he listened and he helped and he told Bradley and Jake what you weren’t telling them. That you weren’t okay. Rhett was your punching bag, and he took it with ease knowing that at the end of the tunnel you’d smile and he’d feel like he did something of import. 

“You heading out?” Rooster asked the flannel wearing man who turned on his heels to send you a quick smile. 

“Yeah, thought I’d head over to Rob's place for a shit, shower and shave.” You cringed as you sat up, holding your stomach where your spleen had been removed. It was still tender but you could walk. 

“Nice Rhett, really nice.” He laughed softly, turning his attention back to Rooster. 

““I’ll be back tomorrow morning to see the big reunion, Seeya round.” With that Rhett headed out—he’d sit in the carpark for another half an hour debating if he really wanted to head over to Rob's place. He liked bickering with you a hell of a lot more than he did with his brother. But he was pretty glad he did end up biting the bullet—because he met Natasha Trance. And by god was she as beautiful as ever. 

“Hey there gorgeous.” Rooster cooed as he perched on your bedside. “How's your day been? How are you feeling?” Bradley already knew, Rhett had messaged him just after check in with the nurses, he knew that you were in a lot of pain since they changed out your wires for bands. 

“I’m fine, feeling great, just tired.” Rooster knew you wanted to be strong for him, you didn’t want him to feel like you were some damsel. You wanted to give him no reason to push back seeing your little girl tomorrow. You’d waited long enough. “You gonna help me shower? I feel like crap.” 

“Oh absolutely I am.” Rooster smirked as he placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. The bruises were at a stage where you could attempt to cover them with some makeup. “I brought you some new shampoo and conditioner, picked up one of the tree hut scrubs and a new razor too. We’re doing one of those—“ He paused, clicking his fingers together. “Ahh fuck what do you call them?” 

“An everything shower?” You smiled, so grateful to have Rooster by your side. He was doing his best to keep you safe and warm and feeling loved. You could recover from this, you were strong enough to do it on your own but there was no shame in having help. 

“Yes! That, we’re gonna have an everything shower.” Bradley stood as he picked up the bag he’d brought with him. “I’ve got a couple of changes of clothes for you, your makeup, I even packed your straightener but I can’t promise I won’t burn the tips of your ears off.” 

You just watched as Bradley unpacked everything he’d brought over, meticulously organizing things around the room from pictures Dot had drawn you to the clothes he’d brought over to replace the ones you’d worn into the ground. You couldn’t have been more in love with someone if you tried. 

“Hey Bradshaw.” You smiled, as you flung your legs over the side of your bed. 

“Yeah Fe?” He called out from the bathroom that was off to the side of your hospital room, it wasn’t much but it was enough— a shower with a toilet and a sink to match. Bradley saw it as a good time to set all your new products on the shower caddy, for when you were ready to shower. 

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” There’s no reply but you hear a clammer of products fall to the floor. “Rooster? You okay in there?” You asked softly as you pushed yourself off the hospital bed before you padded over to where Bradley was picking up the things he’d dropped. “Hey, you good?” 

You didn’t know how to react when you saw Bradley Bradshaw down on one knee. No. He wasn’t. Was he? 

“I’ve been in love with you since I first met you baby.” He finally replied as he pulled out a ring from his back pocket. “This was my mums engagement ring—“ 

“Bradley—“ You tried to interpret him as your voice shook, but all Bradley did was stand and press his lips to yours as softly as he could. He didn’t want to hurt you. 

“I’m not asking you to marry me here.” Oh thank goodness you thought as he let his forehead rest against yours. “But just know, it has gone everywhere with me since the beginning of you and me and I will ask you, someday, soon, because I don’t want to spend a day of my life without you, and your mini me at my side.” 

“Well for the record—“ You tried to smile the best you could without busting your jaw. Still talking through the teeth. “I’d say yes.”

“You would?” Bradley raised an eyebrow as you looked at him tauntingly. 

You grew up poor. Poor of everything really. Money, food, friends, family, love. Sometimes you’d go days on end without eating until Jake would realise and pack you an extra sandwich. But now? With Bradley Bradshaw you were drowning in a sea of love and compassion and support and trust. He was your soulmate. Your guiding light. 

You were rich in a wealth that was priceless. 

“Yeah—I’d marry the shit out of you.” You teased as you slowly but surely dragged your open hand down his T-shirt clad torso. Sinking lower and lower until you were softly palming him over the top of his jeans. 

“Ohh—“ It came out as a mere whimper that sent butterflies flying throughout your stomach. Even after everything you still wanted Bradley, and badly. “Oh honey I’d marry to fuck outta you.”

“I think I’m ready for a shower.” You nearly moaned as you felt Rooster growing under your palm. Straining against the confines of his jeans. “Will you help me undress Roo?” Like an eager child on Christmas morning Bradley swallowed and nodded in agreeable to your request. 

“Yeah, yeah I’ll help you undress mama.” He knew he couldn’t do anything, he didn’t wanna risk hurting your jaw anymore than he knew it was already hurting. Or your shoulder. But he’d play your game, he’d let you tease and taunt him, he’d let you jerk him off under the stream of warm water that fell from the shower head above. He’d let you slowly work him over and he’d allow you to dance in the sound of his soft needy whimpers. Bradley would do anything to bring you back to life. And if having you milk him dry before he washed your hair and shaved your legs was that sacrifice? 

Then that was just the sacrifice he was willing to make. 

“Oh fuck mama.” 

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Later that same night as Jake had just settled Dot into bed, he had an eerie feeling that he couldn’t quite shake. He put it down to the fact that Dot was sleeping in his room—the room the two of you had once been crammed into was now empty. The only thing that remained was the spare bed Jake had in there before you’d showed up on his doorstep. 

With Odette full of spaghetti and clean as a whistle, it was Jake's turn to wind down. A glass of whiskey and an episode of Lost seemed like a good pair. 

“I still don’t understand what’s happening besides they crashed on an island?” Jake chuckled as he held his phone up to his ear. Amilia stood in Payback’s kitchen still trying to get the two dishes she wanted to make a special at the Hard Deck right. 

“I’ve watched that show twice through now, trust me Flyboy it gets better.” Jake loved that nickname. Flyboy. If anyone else tried to call him that in a condescending tone the same way Amilia did he’d punch them straight in their throat. But Amilia was Amilia. “Just trust me on this one, you’ll be hooked.” 

“Are we still good for brunch tomorrow? Ten, at Prestons?” As Jake asked Amilia if she was still all in, the power cut out, leaving him alone in the dark of his living room with just his phone torch to guide him. 

“Yeah I’m good—“ Jake could practically hear the smile on her face. 

“Did you guys just lose power?” Jake asked as he padded out of the garage to check the fuse box, he’d never had an issue with his electrical system since moving in. 

“No—we’re fine here? Why did you?” There was a pit forming in Amilias stomach, a bad feeling had crept itself up her spine as she turned to lean on the counter. Listening intently. There was a frown prominent upon her face, she didn’t like this, not one bit. They were on the same block. 

“Yeah just now, hang on for a second I’m gonna put you on speaker while I use my flashlight.” Jake was pretty convinced he had just blown a fuse somehow, he grew up in an old Texan homestead that had dodgy wiring from decades past. He knew a thing or two about amateur hour electrical circuits. “You there?” Jake cooed as he looked around at the fuses, nothing seemed to be out of place. 

All except for one that had been flipped off. 

“Yeah I’m here, everything good?” Just as Jake went to flip the breaker back on, he went down with a groan. A shape pain radiated across the back of his head as he dropped his phone and fell to the ground unconscious. “Jake?” Amilia gasped on the other line. “Jake are you there? This isn’t funny—“ Again, there was no reply. 

But there was blood pooling out of the back of Jake's head from the two by four he’d been struck with so unexpectedly. It was a free pass into his home, up to where his favourite little girl was sleeping. 

Amilia's heart sank into her stomach at what she heard next. Jake's phone had skimmed under the toolbox, out of sight out of mind. 

“Sorry, Seresin—“ Jaidyn chuckled as he couched to wave a hand in front of Jake's unconscious face. “But that was fucking personal.”

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Marauders Fandom > "There is no canon !!" and other rhetorics

Guess who's back in their marauders phase after 2-3 years of being dormant lmao?? ((spoiler its me lol)). Anyways, a lot has changed since 2021 in this fandom so I just wanted to talk about the direction i think it's going.

I remember in 2020-21 the fandom started to boom in popularity on tiktok --> esp with the rise wolfstar + atyd. I remember people were so suprised with remus' characterization as 'rougher around the edges' instead of the 'soft boi' thing, and how that influenced the new wolfstar dynamic. [Just want to add that the atyd characterisation is much more complex than this and its one of my fave fics --> I'm more talking about the fandom at large's reaction to this)

And since fandom is incapable of having two nuanced and characters who are not stark opposites,, their roles were basically reversed and now Remus is the toxic dom alpha male and sirius is the cute girlyboy twink --- which um,,, the oc-ification is so real its embarrassing but whatever (omg don't even get me started on jegulus 💀)). I just assumed these would stay as headcanons. But now we have people saying, that 'we barely know anything abt the marauders in canon' or 'isn't the whole point of fandom to make shit up?' which i have sO many issues with so let me just try and compile my thoughts into dot points for the sake of coherency.

'we barely know anything abt the marauders in canon' ---> First of all, Remus, Sirius and Severus are fully fleshed out characters in the og series -- why do you think people would care enough to create an entire fandom based on their backstories if they were 2d flat characters in canon?? Like bffr. I saw a post on here (forgot who it was by, let me know if u know!) that said, 'I didn't cry over sirius' death in OotP just for ppl to say that we know nothing abt him in canon'. Like, its just mind-boggling to me lol.

'isn't the whole point of fandom to make shit up?' --> Ok y'all. For a fandom to work, there have to be some guidelines, some kind of source material, some point of reference so people can build upon it and make content. I think we can all agree on that. One reason why HP is such a popular place for fandom is the world-building and potential plots/storylines. I see some people argue that jk rowling was a shit writer anyways so might as well contradict everything she says. Now, I don't disagree with that point in particular, Jo is a pretty mediocre writer and a terrible person. HOWEVERrr, I'd argue that it is a lot more fascinating when people expand or work on the concepts in HP. JK Rowling has a lot of great ideas but executes them terribly -- I love when fic writes do this, which prolly explain why I love atyd as it is still very much canon compliant but executes themes on class, disability and queerness that jkr could barely do in subtext. This doesn''t mean I only think canon compliant fics are valid. That's not the case! I think as long as the charcterization is consistent to the character and the particular circumstances/world they're in, its fine! In fact, I love seeing how the same character would function if in a different place! I also love seeing explorations of the magic and magic systems in aus or fix it fics (or even canon compliant ones) that still fit in with the canonnical system that we know.

I guess what I'm trying to say I wish the marauders fandom explored the world and charcterizations more deeply instead of creating shallow oc-fied version of the characters that fit into whatever's trending -- like just write your own book or smth lol -- booktok will eat it up i promise.

Also, kinda related kinda not but um,,, why are we romanticising fascists -- like babe no evan rosier is not your babygirl he canonnoically tortured multiple ppl and became a death eater soo... not saying that I wouldn't want an exploration of his character or even a relationship with barty -- (who's not some cool dairk-haired edgelord but a actually a cowardly fascist murderer with blond hair -- yes the blond hair is important) -- I'd just want them to be portrayed as the not morally good people they are. Like,, if u want to oc-ify a character like pick someone whos not a death eater or has little info on them like dirk cresswell or frank longbottom,,, or ya know,, one of the MANY female characters in the fandom ((This fandom also has a problem with women and sapphic ships in general but that's a whole other issue lol).

I know this 'babygirlification' of death eaters doesn't mean to do this, but it also ends up watering down the themes of oppression, bigotry, etc and leaves us with not nearly as complex characters. Also one of the issues I had with the og HP world is that JK will introduce concepts like wizard racism and slavery and then just like,, not really do anything about it or just have half-arsed redemption arcs whilst not ever actually exploring the root of the issue. And now i feel like the fandom is following in those footsteps unfortunately.

Anyways, i've been rambling for too long so I'll just leave it here. Sorry if this came off as mean spirited in anyway,, I just have a lot of thoughts™ and my family is sick of hearing them lol. These opinions are not set in stone however so I'd love to hear your thoughts on this subject! At the end of the day this is fandom and we're supposed to have fun -- so yeah !! thanks for reading if you made it this far!

[so1aces]

✧.*- “dads best friend”

summary: johnny is your dads best friend.

warnings: drinking, smut, praise, age gap, dirty talk, aftercare at the end

a/n: enjoy me trying to write something based off this since the author doesn’t have a dad 😸 (age gap clarification; reader is 24 y/o, johnny is 31 y/o. this all took place in 2002.)

wc- 1603 words

god, you couldn’t even count how many friends your dad had. although he had a good, good friend. he’s around the area, and they’ve known each other for a while. your dad texted you,

“hey, i’m throwing a huge party tonight, and i’m inviting some of my friends. do you wanna come?”

you responded back; “is your best friend going to be there ?”

he responded, “yes. i already asked him, and he said he’s willing to come. why are you asking?”

only reason why you wanted to know is because you wanted to know him more, “dad, i just wanna know him more, i promise it’s not a crush type thing, plus i’ve never seen him.”

you were in a huge rush. you just threw on a satin dress, and you began to curl your hair. afterwards, you brushed it out, so it became wavy. you did your makeup, which you did pretty quickly, considering you were already in a rush to get to your dads.

after that was all done, you got on some heels, and went off to your dads. you had to be there since it was already 6:50, he said to be there by 7:00.

by the time you get there, it was 6:59. right on the dot. you opened the door, and got in. your dad and his best friend looked at you, you gave a smile at both of them, “hey dad! sorry if i was late.” he gave you a hug, “it’s no worry darling. oh! have you met him?”

he pointed over to his best friend. he smiled at you and shook your hand, “hi, i’m johnny. i don’t know if you know me or not..” you smiled back at him, “nice to meet you! i’m y/n, my dad was talking about you in our texts today!”

johnny looked at your dad, “i didn’t know you told her about me already.” your dad chucked, “she was wondering, because she found out i have a new best friend.” you nodded, then johnny did understandingly, “oh, okay. i understand.”

your dad clapped his hands once, “okay! so darling, i’m gonna let you and johnny get to know each other a bit more if that’s fine with you. i’m gonna go try to find your mom.” you smiled at him, “that’s fine!” your dad nodded, then left. it just left you and johnny together with a whole bunch of other people.

he went ahead and started a conversation, “so, what’s your name again? i already forgot.” you laughed, “that’s okay! it’s y/n.” he nodded, “okay, thank you. also i don’t know if anyone has told you this yet, but you look really good tonight.” you gave a smile at him, “aw, thank you!”

johnny smiled back, and that’s when your dad came back, “soo, how did your guys’ talk go?” you smiled at your dad, “it went good! johnny is VERY nice. and since mom isn’t with you, she’s with her friends.” your dad nodded.

johnny chuckled, “thank you. i try.” your dad rubbed your shoulder, “well, y/n. johnny is a very nice guy. i think you’ll like him.” you smiled, and your dad said something again, “also! johnny is staying over tonight, so if you want to as well, feel free too. i don’t care.” you licked your lips, “i’ll think about it, because i might. but i’ll think about it.”

time passes, and everyone was gone, or was leaving. it just left you and johnny downstairs in the living room. you had a glass of wine in your hand, "i might stay here tonight." your parents were already going to sleep, and they didn't care if you stayed. your room was beside the living room.

"don't you get too drunk on that wine now, hon," johnny suggested. your stomach did a little flip whenever he called you 'hon.' and you'll admit, you did have a bit of a crush on him. he was the perfect one.

you scoffed, "johnny, i'm not gonna get drunk. i've only had two drinks!" you also adjusted your dress, because it was starting to get uncomfortable. johnny saw and smirked at you, "is it uncomfortable?" you grunted, "yeah, kinda."

johnny got up, “do you want me to help you?” you sighed, “if you don’t mind, please.” johnny went behind you, and grabbed both the straps of your dress, “oh, i see why. it’s too tight, honey.” he loosened it, letting the straps of your dress fall down your shoulders.

you moaned in relief, “thank you so much. this feels a lot better.” johnny chuckled, “you’re welcome.” he rubbed your shoulders before going to sit back down. he sat down beside you.

“you are so perfect,” he mentioned. you smiled. johnny was admiring you a lot, but you never thought ahead of time of what would happen next. he cupped one of your cheeks and rubbed it with his thumb. johnny took looks at your eyes, then lips.

he went in for a kiss, thinking he would get embarrassed right after. he felt like a teen. that wasn’t gonna happen with you. you kissed johnny back, then you two pulled away. johnny got a bit desperate, “oh my god, do that again..”

you two had a little bit of a makeout. next thing you know you were on his lap. johnny was gripping your waist, and your hands laid on his shoulders. he stopped kissing you for just a second, “i really wish me and you could just take this somewhere else.” you giggled, “you know my parents are asleep right?”

johnny gave a smirk, “oh?” you nodded, “mhm, my room is right over there, and if i lock it, they won’t be able to hear a thing we do.” that’s when you two ended in the bedroom.

he was topping you, pinning you down to the bed, his knee on your crotch. you were moaning already, and your clothes weren’t even off.

“desperate, aren’t we?” johnny teased. he scanned your body again, before slipping your dress off. the air hit your body right, making you have chills. johnny touched you everywhere, making him needy.

you moaned, “mmh, johnny..” he looked at you, “what is it, sugar? what do ya want?” you were needy already and your clothing wasn’t full to off yet. if he took off your panties, then imagine the things he’d do.

“you, johnny, you! i want you!” you cried out. johnny played with your bottom lip, “aw, you want me? you’re so precious.” he then got a hold of your panties by his teeth, and pulled it down. once he reached the feet, he yanked it off.

johnny reached his hand down to your pussy to play with it. he put one finger in, making you elicit a moan. he then took it out, and looked at it, “look at how wet you are and we just started.”

you bit your lip once you felt his finger back in you. you thought this would try to resist you from making noise, it didn’t work. johnny inserted another finger, making you moan louder. he chuckled, “oh, we aren’t done after this. this is just to start off. but once you feel me in your little pussy, everyone should know who you belong to.”

the more he played with you just made you ache for more, you felt like you were about to cum. the pleasure was too much for you, “johnny… i’m gonna cum!”

he cooed, “aw, guess what? you’re not gonna cum, you’re gonna hold it till i say. you can be a good girl for me, yeah?” your hands were tangled in his hair, “yes, yes i can, sir..”

he took his fingers out, and unbuckled his pants, followed by his boxers. his dick sprung free, and it was already hard. you looked so desperate for it. johnny saw you and grinned, “you’re so damn needy.”

he aligned himself with your wet heat, then inserting into you. johnny held onto your shoulder, as he began to thrust his hips into you. he moaned already, “i love feeling your pussy squeeze onto my dick.”

your hands were placed onto his chest, moving to his back. johnny’s thrusting got a bit harder and a tad rough. he then got a bit desperate to hear you, “aw, why are you quiet now? i wanna hear you.”

without warning, he did a hard slam to you, making you do a loud moan, “oh, johnny!” he smirked at the response he got, “yeahh, good fuckin’ girl.” your mouth was open, and lewd noises were spilling like crazy.

“mmh! harder! please!!” you begged. he locked his hands onto your shoulders, and slammed himself into you, like he just slammed a door. you bit your lip, then opened your mouth again. johnny looked down to see your pussy clenching all around him, “you’re so fucking perfect, i love you so much..”

you felt yourself on the edge of coming, “i’m gonna cum!” johnny was heavy breathing, “i am too baby, we’ll cum together, okay?” he had a count from five, and once that was over, a loud moan came from the both of you, as you two came.

johnny then took himself out of you, and looked for his clothing. once he found his, he got yours too, “don’t tell anyone we did this..”

since your father said that johnny was spending the night over, he just slipped on his boxers, and you just put on a bra and your panties from your dresser.

and then you slept with your dads best friend.

[justpearlysworld]

Hi!

I love your writing it always makes me so giggly and kick my feet in the air 🥹

Would you write about hyper feminine (soft and sweet) x König please! 🎀💘

absolutely!!! and thank you!!!!🐻‍❄️💗💗

könig w/ hyperfem! reader!!

—who’s cutting onions??

he loves you soooo sooo soo so much!!! he could cry

-he thinks you’re an angel sent from heaven <3

-you’re so so squishy and soft and sweet and AFHHHHH he loves you

-he met you when you were a young recruit and quickly fell in love with you

-imagine ,, big scary könig with a little ball of sunshine!!! you!!!!!

-at first, he thought it was a little odd that everything you owned was pink and cute but he quickly got used to it because it’s what makes you you!!!

-his favorite thing to do is watch you get dressed and do your makeup!! he loves to sit in the bed while you prance around in your little polka dot panties and bra!! he thinks you look like a doll and can’t help but get turned on whenever he sees you

-he loves to watch you do your skin care and do your makeup too!! he likes to watch you do your eyeliner and your mascara and paint your face with pretty blushes and highlighters

-on a more sensitive note, he didn’t grow up the best. always being teased about his height made him insecure around other people. once he got older and into the military, he found that he could use it to his advantage.

-so whenever you’re with him, he feels so big and strong!! you’re so small and sweet it just makes him ultra protective of you !!

-when you guys were still living on base, he always made an effort to come and visit you in your room! you always had a love for cute pink things and your room was a clear reflection of that!!

-when you guys went off base, you were always dressed in cute sweaters, skirts, mary janes, cute flowy dresses, and small but very pretty jewelry

-he loves to go out into public with you. he likes walking around town with you and watching your eyes light up at the sights around you!! he thinks it’s so cute and so so so so sweet :33

-one time, you guys went to this little bakery/ coffee house that opened up and you had begged him to get lunch there!! he caved and you guys went in!! he ordered a black coffee and some scones and you got a a smoothie and a slice of strawberry pound cake

-when you took a bite, you had whipped cream on your nose

-aHHHHH SO PRECIOUS

-cue könig.exe shut down

-took many pictures and also some mental pictures

-there have been few times that you’ve broken away from a sweet facade and put on your brave face!!

-at this some coffee house, a lady cut in front of you guys in like and it upset könig

-you squeezed his hand and smiled up at him and shook your head

-“it’s not worth it :)”

-alternatively, if this lady had confronted you or könig about anything, you would be sweet, but blunt

-“i’m sorry if we upset you! however, there is no reason to over react!”

- proud könig moment

-some of his favorite moments with you are the sensual ones

-as you guys are preparing for bed, he finds your demeanor so sweet <3

-you’re all half-lidded and sleepy!! your cheeks are puffed out as you fight back sleep

-as soon as you see könig emerge from your shared bathroom, you perk up and send him a sweet smile.

-you untuck yourself from the blankets and crawl your way to the end of the bed where he is

-you sit on your knees and look up at him, nothing but love and adoration in your eyes

-könig rests his hand on your cheek and stares down at you

-“köni, i love you so much <33” you let your head muzzle into his abdomen and purr into him

“Ich liebe dich auch, süßes Mädchen.”

(translation: I love you too, sweet girl.)

(a/n) first request!! might make this a little series?? like a little prompt that i come back too :)) thank your for your request nonnie !!! :33)

Requests are Open!