#ummm yer

[sillylunaa]

HEYYY

I have been gone as I am currently working on a tadc au! (Well, if you could call it one,,)

Take a sneak peek at Ragatha's design for now! 🫶

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Hello, this is 🦈 anon ◉⁠‿⁠◉. Um.. if you still open request, please can i have TF 141 together x F! Reader who has high (possibly extreme) pain tolerance that whenever reader's injured, she almost doesn't react or show she's in pain. When TF 141 found this new information, they couldn't be not worried because what do you mean you don't feel anything while bleeding heavily, sweetheart?

TLDR: "Ayo yer bleeding?!", "Uh, um..yeah, should I scream?"

hello 🦈 anon!!! nice to see you again :D ty for the request!! I hope u would like this one since I think it was sweet :) have a nice day/night!

word count: 2.3k

ship: TF141*F!Reader

tw: pet names (love etc.)

The first time they found out was on a mission.

The explosion made you fly and hit hard on the wall, you could hear Soap yelling at you.

“Yer okay, lassie?!” You brushed away the dust, Soap running over and checking on you, blue eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, alright.” Standing up from the wreckage, you simply responded to him. Though Soap doubted if you were truly fine under that big impact, but your face didn’t express thoughts other than focusing on the mission, so he just nodded and signaled to keep going.

The rest of the mission succeeded without any incidents. Price, Ghost, and Gaz are already waiting at the exfil place. Through the smoke and deafening sound of the helo, they saw you and Soap walking towards them.

“Y’all okay?” Hadn’t gotten close to the helicopter, Gaz already run towards you two, relief was obvious on his face when he didn’t see any injuries by a quick scan, but then Ghost came over too.

“Wait, your shoulder.” He pointed at your shoulder, leading everyone’s gaze to land on it, including yourself.

“oh... looks like it’s dislocated.” You evaluated.

“What do you mean ‘oh’?! don’t you feel any pain?!” Soap yelled at your words. His hands try to inspect your shoulder, but afraid to trigger the pain.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal, just...”

You put your hand on the shoulder, and with a loud CRACK, which made Gaz jump and Soap gaped, even Ghost’s eyes widened at your sudden motion.

“I think it’s fixed now.” You looked around at your teammates, confusion clouded your mind “Ummm... is there any problem?”

“You...” Ghost stuttered, but he regained his composure fast. “doesn’t that hurt?”

“Well, I don’t know what you mean, LT.” You shrugged, “But actually, I feel a little bit dizzy...”

Just at the moment you finished your sentence, the dizziness became more severe, and your vision started growing blurry...

“Oi! Call the medic!” Catching your slumped body, Ghost yelled at the sergeants, but the last thing you hear is Soap reassuring you and Gaz calling for help.

So quiet... Where am I?

You thought as you slowly opened your eyes, what came in your eyes first was the stainless white ceiling, and a low voice coming from aside.

“you awake, sergeant?”

Turning your head, your eyes met with the man’s ocean-like ones, who sitting on the chair beside and holding some papers.

“Captain.” The whisper slipped out when you recognized him

“I guess you don’t know you were seriously injured, love.”

“What happened?”

“The explosion.” Price leaned closer to the bed now “The impact caused your bone fractured and slowly internal bleeding. We have no idea how you were able to walk to the exfil and looked like nothing happened.”

“I didn’t feel any pain, so I assumed I was okay.” you avoided his attention when Price raised his eyebrows. You knew he was worried and it kind of made you guilty.

“since I was young I rarely feel pain, so...” staring at the catheter of your IV drip, you mumbled quietly.

Price didn’t reply, he just stared at the paper written with your injuries and health state.

The room fell into silence for a while, before you open your mouth again.

“Sorry, Captain...” You murmured, still don’t dare to look at him.

The man let out a long sigh, you snapped your head up when you felt your hands were covered by Price’s.

It’s warm, soothing, calming down your still hazy but full of thoughts mind.

“You should be sorry, dear.” He rubbed your hand in a repeated rhythm. “You make us worried. Me, and the boys...” he pointed his chin at the bedside desk, and you finally notice the flowers and your favorite snacks are placed on it.

“We’ll keep an eye on you every time the mission is complete, since you can’t feel pain, this is not a request, it’ s a command, got it, soldier?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The composed grin eventually appeared on his face, and you smiled too when he ruffled your hair.

“Sleepy?” His comforting voice rings against your ears when you let out a big yawn.

“mmhmm.”

“Then sleep, Gaz will be here when you wake up.”

Price watched your eyelids struggle to stay open but failed, little snores leaving you when you fell drifted into dreams again.

What you didn’t know is he brushed off the hair on your face and placed a tender kiss on your serene face.

Weeks after, to your happiness, you could go back to your own quarter and start hitting the training room for some simple practice.

Except there was someone who insisted on following you every time when you went to the training room, even if you tried to sneak into the room, he was always there as if he knew your plan.

“Soap.” You sighed at the man sitting on the bench spotting you.

“Aye, lassie?”

“I’m okay, really.”

“I don’t trust ye anymore. I should check it mahself.”

You understood why he was acting like this. Price told you Soap had been blaming himself for not finding that you were injured in that mission until your body gave up due to blood loss.

“I’m just doing some easy weightlifting now, I won’t pass out just because of this okay?”

You concentrated on his figure as he strode to your side. You chuckled when he still looked at you with doubtful eyes.

“How ‘bout you spar with me? Go easy on me though, the doctor said I still haven’t recovered fully.”

“You sure yer okay?”

“You’re like my mother now, Soapy.”

“Aye, 'cause we got a naughty kid in our team.” He laughed. “If I think you should stop, then ye stop, aye?”

“Yes, mama.”

You both burst into laughter and stepped on the training mat. Soap really went easy with his attack, unlike the usual training with the tension as if you two were about to devour each other.

“Oh!” When Soap swung out a punch, you abruptly lowered your body, and with a swipe of your leg, Soap fell onto the mat, followed by you sitting on him and securing his hands.

“Checkmate...? Soap.” You smirk at the man lying under you.

“Won’t complain if I was lost to you, but.” he huffed out a laugh, but your world spun the next second, and you met your gaze with the man now on top of you, his eyes glinting with mischievous.

“It’s a tie now, bonnie.” He flashed out a dazzling smile at you.

“Okay okay, it’s a tie now.”

A lazy grin spread along your lips when you poke at his chest.

“How about we go get some lunch together, handsome?

“Aye, ma'am.”

“The bones and the wound have healed very well, can say you are the most well-behaved patient in your team.”

The doctor smiled at you, and you turned to shoot a glimpse at Gaz, only to find his face written with embarrassment.

“What did he do last time you treat him, doctor?”

“oh, I forbid him to go training, but he still went and tore his knuckles, so he came back and stitched them again, making me call Captain Price to scold him.”

“Sorry, he’s a dumbass.”

“All of you guys are stubborn, sometimes I really want to tie you to the bed.” The doctor grinned “Well, since you’re fully recovered, you can go back to train and go on missions. Remember to be careful next time, don’t come back too soon, okay?”

“I will, Thank you, doc.”

Returning the smile, you and Gaz stepped out of the infirmary.

“I can’t wait to have you back next mission, need ya to bear Soap’s nonsense and Lt.’s bad jokes with me.” Walking beside you, Gaz sounded excited, and it’s hard not to be affected by his warmth.

“Need a helper to deal with those troublemakers?”

“That’s one reason.” He chuckled “Actually...”

“We all missed you.”

You halted to a stop when his words flowed into your ears with a bit of sadness.

Now face to face with him, you were able to see the concern on his face.

“You didn’t know when you just passed out without any warning, I felt like my heart almost shattered.”

It was close to midnight, so no one was nearby, and his words were gentle yet distinct, echoing softly in your mind.

“Not just, me, Ghost, Soap, Captain... we all are scared, you know?”

“We thought we lost you.”

You opened your mouth, mind still processing, managing to find a word, but nothing came out except an apology.

“Sorry, Kyle...”

The dusk light showered you two in an awkward peace, but it didn’t affect the sentiment Gaz conveyed to you.

“Just be careful, okay? You should tell us that you can barely feel pain, so we can help you check out, alright?”

“Okay.”

Giving your hands a little squeeze, Gaz accompanied you back to your quarter.

“We’re more than a team, more than family, we’ll always watch your back, just like you always do.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Tilting your head, your lips curled mildly. “Goodnight, Gaz.”

The honey-like smile inched towards you until you felt his soft lips pressed a kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight, lovie.”

Your first mission after months ended smoothly. You were glad that you didn’t become rusty after the long rest, seemed like the practice and training with Soap and Gaz were worth it.

Soap and Gaz were chatting loudly, while Price sat in front and was checking details regarding the mission. You listened to the boys bantering, sometimes quipped back when their target turned to you, but you could feel someone observing you, and you tried to ignore the chill sending through your spine.

Because you knew it was Ghost, sitting just across you and scanning you like a robot.

You silently wished to arrive at the base faster, so you could ask him what was wrong or if you had done something incorrectly.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, you let out a sigh of relief when you jump off the helo. Got rid of the gear and placing them back in their place, you straightly head back to your quarter, craving some hot shower to wash off the soreness and dirt.

On your way back to the quarter, you could hear footsteps following you, almost imperceptibly, but you noticed and immediately went to a stop.

“LT.?”

Your LT. loomed just right behind you, seeming not surprised that you were aware of him, or maybe that was just what he was planning.

He hummed at your recognition but didn’t stop his steps, until he was side by side with you.

“I’m just about to ask you, did I do something wrong? You kept staring at me when we were heading back.”

“You did it pretty well.”

“Then why did you...?”

“You’ll know when you get into your room.”

He placed his right hand on the small of your back, ushering you to your room, and you just obliged, letting him lead you.

Closing the door behind you and Ghost, you turned around to face the man now with his balaclava on.

“So what’s the issue?”

“Clothes, off.” The command came out from him unexpectedly.

“What—“

“I said clothes, off.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, what the fuck does he want? you thought while kicking off your cargo pants and tossing your shirt on the chair, leaving only the sports bra and underwear with you.

“What now?”

Ghost didn’t form a word as his eyes traveled from your head, slowly through every inch of your body, under his meticulous search, you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“turn around.” You did as he told, and now you were unable to see him, anxiety crawling to your mind until he finally stood up.

His calloused hands touched your shoulder, circling you to face him.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing now?” You asked when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Checking.”

“If I’m injured?”

“yeah.”

“Oh god” You poke his pec with a frown “you all are overreacting. I’m okay, really. Don’t you guys trust me?”

“We trust your ability, but not your ability to tolerate pain.”

“I’m fi—“

“We can’t lose you.”

Your eyes widened at his words. Ghost was looking into your eyes. He might be good at concealing his emotions, but they said, a person’s eyes can’t lie.

and all you see is sorrow, love, consideration.

All the retorts were swallowed back when his eyes conveyed how important you were to him — to them. You studied the man towering over you, tracing his scars and wrinkles in your mind.

“Thank you, Ghost.” You pulled him into a hug, which he didn’t back off, instead melting in your arms, head burying in the crook of your neck. “I will be careful, okay? I will tell you if I got hit and not sure if I was injured.”

He nodded while staying in your embrace, and you just patted his head.

“Now, I need to shower” Pulling back, a smile bloomed on your face “See you tomorrow, LT.”

“Don’t oversleep again, sergeant.” He scoffed, but petted you before letting you go to shower.

When you came out, with relaxed muscles and fresh clothes, you jumped onto your bed, but something on your desk caught your attention.

Picking it up, you shook your head in disbelief.

“Fuck you, Ghost, I already brushed my teeth.”

grumbling to yourself, you still opened the snack—your favorite one— and gave it a huge bite, while snickering at the paper placed under the snack.

‘Goodnight, luv. (remember to brush your bloody teeth again.)’ — Ghost

next chapter

[lunajay33]

How to tell you I Love you🤎

Summary: Ever since meeting Daryl at the Farm you’ve grown to fall in love with him but how do you tell him your feelings without losing him as a friend?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Age Gap

•Masterlist•

The day the Atlanta group came to my family farm it’s change my life, Daryl was a man of few words but he was passionate about the things he cared about, he was strong and the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen he made my knees weak, I know I’m younger, still 23 but I’m a woman who knows what she likes and Daryl Dixon is everything I want

I always took glances when he’d be working on his bike outside of the prison, seeing him all sweaty unfortunately he caught me many time

“Ya wanna help me darlin?” He asked handing out a wrench for me, feeling my face blush I sat next to him as he showed me how to tune up his bike and fix any loose bolts

“There ya go good girl” his praise had me weak like jelly stuttering over my words feeling his hand on my lower back

“Ummm…uh thank you D” I looked into his eyes for a while until I heard Carol call from behind us

“Y/n! Can I talk to you for a moment!” She yelled down by the gates

“Ummm I’ll see you later!” I said handing the wrench back and heading down to Carol

“Hey Carol is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah just wanted to talk to you about Mr.grumpy over there you seem pretty smitten with him” my heart thumped

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just friends”

“Hmm I don’t think he sees it that way and I don’t think you do either” her words struck me and I just couldn’t lie anymore

“Was it that obvious?” I ask twiddling with my fingers

“You’re perfect for eachother hun, I see the way you both light up when you’re together, why don’t you make a move”

“Carol come on look at him, he’s drop dead gorgeous he could get any woman he wants why would he want lil ol me?”

“Cuz yer my girl, wouldn’t want anyone else” I heard that gruff voice behind me

“Daryl what’re you doing here? What did you hear?”

“Enough sunshine, come on maybe we should go for a lil walk” he smirked as he held out his hand for me

His girl, finally his girl

[moirasdolly]

Junker Queen Relationship Headcanons (N/SFW) ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪

Contains: NSFW, relationships, possessiveness, trans jq, breeding kink

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

Notes: Trans Odessa is so real to me guys… she makes me giggle and kick my feet i just want her so bad. Also I went overboard with the NSFW portion ummm I just want her so bad.

❥ SFW

• First of all she would be sooo protective and possessive over you. She’s the queen of Junkertown and you’re her girlfriend, so naturally there are people who want to get to you to hurt her, but she’d protect you no matter what.

• She calls you her princess all the time… even more than your own name sometimes.

• “C’mere Princess.” “Princess, yer just the cutest.” “Oi, let me please you Princess.”

• She loves to have you on her lap whenever she can. Especially on her throne.

• Odessa is handsy. She would grab you by the hips and pull you close to her just to feel you close and prove that you’re hers.

• Now onto dates… I don’t think that she’d be one to take you out to a fancy restaurant, but I secretely think she’d be a good cook.

• She’d prepare you whatever you’re craving for that night to perfection <3 No matter how complicated the dish is.

• I think she’d love to watch movies with you because it give her an excuse for you to sit in her lap or for her to be the big spoon.

• Horror movies are her favorite specifically because you’re such a scaredy cat and she takes advantage of that.

• A particularly horrifying scene comes on in the movie you’re watching and you can’t help but bury your head into her neck, waiting for the scene to pass. “I got ya Princess.” Odessa runs her fingers through your hair and places a chaste kiss on top of your head.

❥ NSFW

• She has a huge dick,,, she fills you up real good every time. It stings so good, and you can’t get enough.

• Despite her being very gentle with you almost all the time, she gets rough in bed very quickly.

• “Fuck…” She pants as she slides into your tight cunt giving you just a moment to adjust before pulling out slowly until just the tip is inside before slamming back into you.

• She’s a huge fan of dirty talk. Not big on calling you mean names though. Prefers to call you Princess still or baby during sex.

• “You take me so well, baby.” “Just like that… your cunt is squeezing me so tight.”

• Her favorite position is her over you obviously with your legs thrown over her shoulders. She loves having complete control over you.

• She’s so very strong too <33 No matter how tall or how much you weigh she’s loving to pick you up and fuck you like she means it.

• Did I mention she definitely has a breeding kink?

• She loves filling you up with cum and she loves hearing you beg for it too.

• “Please!” You whine loudly bucking your hips up into her bruising grip. And she gives you exactly what you want. You feel her thrusts slow down and her cock twitch inside you. She plants a soft kiss to your knee as she releases into you. You sigh quietly as you feel the warmth of her arousal and a moan is drawn from you once she pulls out finally.

• She watches as it drips out from between your thighs and she takes those thick fingers of her before shoving it back into your cunt.

• Your body writhes in overstimulation as Odessa continues to work her fingers back into you. “Wouldn’t want any of that to drip out. Right, baby?”

• She is more than capable of being gentle with you in bed as well.

• She’ll let you ride her, but she wants to hold your hands while you do it.

• She’d kiss your knuckles and praise you to high heavens. Telling you how well you’re doing, telling you just how pretty you look on top of her.

• She genuinely thinks you’re breathtaking during intimacy (and all the time). She gets so mesmerized by your breasts, your soft tummy, your squeezable hips, just everything.

• She’ll make sure you feel gorgeous during sex too. Odessa makes you say it.

• Afterare is amazing with her. She’d scoop you up into her arms and carry you all the way to the shower and make sure you’re all clean before bundling you up in her arms and taking you to bed.

• She would definitely tease you afterwards about how needy you were, but it’s all out of love.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Ghost House Report - Roger Barel (premium end)

This event came out back in the start of July. This story event happened before Roger’s route, so Kate and Roger aren’t in a relationship.

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Mansion owner: I won’t let you!

A frenzied black mist swirled around me.

Kate: —?!

Roger: Kate!

Kate: Gah…cough…

The black mist entered my mouth and I found it difficult to breathe.

My body slowly grew weak and I lost my grip on the sack.

Roger: Stop it! She’s not the one you want!

Roger let go of Harrison and Jude, and reached toward me.

(Ro…ger…)

Roger: Hang in there!

He hugged me tight, but the mansion owner’s ghost had already completely entered me—

They began speaking through me.

Mansion owner's ghost: …Haaa, it’s not like I wanted this woman’s body. But she’s probably more useful.

(Ugh…so…uncomfortable…)

Mansion owner's ghost: Maybe it’s because she’s also normal, but she’s a good fit…I didn’t think I’d be able to control her so well. Besides…hehe, you’re holding this woman pretty close. And unlike those guys, she doesn’t seem to mind.

(D-don’t tell him that…!)

Roger: ‘Course she doesn’t. She’s my dog after all.

(You’re calling me your dog at a time like this…)

Mansion owner's ghost: How long are you going to keep bluffing for? Just let me possess you. Or else—

Roger: You planning on stopping the lil’ lady’s heart and killing her?

Mansion owner's ghost: Urk… …Now I don’t just want your body…I want your brain too. I’m familiar with killing people, but I’ve never done it like this. I refrained because I wasn’t used to this. But now—

Roger: —Shut your mouth already.

Mansion owner's ghost: Mnn?!

(!!)

Roger’s lips crashed into the mansion owner’s (mine).

(Huuhhh, w-wait, Roger…?!)

Roger forcefully sucked the ghost possessing me out.

Roger: Ngh…urk…

Mansion owner’s ghost: Gaahhh…Ahhh…

Harrison: O_O…There’s a limit to strength.

Jude: Tch, the hell ya makin’ me watch?

Without even realizing it, my body felt relief—

After parting from me, Roger licked his lips and flashed me a relaxed smile.

Roger: Ha, thanks for that, lil’ lady. How’re you feeling?

(...No way! What just happened?!)

(Ummm, in any case, he saved me…right?)

(With mouth to mouth)

The memory of it made my face grow warm.

Kate: …Thank you.

I managed to thank him even though my lips were numb.

Roger: Ah, looks like you can talk now, good. Your complexion’s coming back.

Roger was smiling like usual.

Kate: U-um, are you feeling okay…? Since you sucked the ghost in…?

Roger: Yeah, was planning on taking the ghost in anyway ‘til we had a plan.

Did it in the best way possible.

My eyes came to a stop at his grin and I felt my cheeks heat up again.

Roger: Don’t worry. They said they wanted to possess me. But things didn’t work out the way they wanted it to, so they’re feeling frustrated.

It seemed like even ghosts were no match against Roger’s steel-like body and mind.

Harrison: Glad you’re safe, Kate.

(Wah! They saw!)

Kate: Ummm…

Harrison: It’s like CPR. Don’t worry about it.

Jude: Don’t care. Anyway, whatcha gonna do with that in yer belly?

Jude spat out in disgust as he looked at Roger’s abdomen.

Roger: Thanks to Kate’s actions, I was planning on sending them to the other side. Their anchor…I’m thinking it’s a good idea to get rid of what’s in the sack.

As he said that, he picked up the sack that I had dropped, along with its notes and letters.

Roger: The stuff inside…Ugh?!

Kate: Roger?!

Roger acted strangely, covering his mouth and gasping—

Mansion owner’s ghost: …Don’t touch…my…treasure…

(That’s not Roger’s voice!)

Roger: Ku…they’re talking through my stomach…

Mansion owner’s ghost: I…will get special abilities…and this man’s meat sack…will be mine… And then…with my treasure…in that bag of materials…I’ll become stronger…

Jude: Persistent one aintcha? 

Roger: I need to check this letter… Looks like I can’t keep them in for much longer…Ngh…

Mansion owner’s voice: Haha! Give me your body and I’ll show you all you want…! Be mine…

Roger: Haaa, haha, sounds tempting. But I won’t be myself…so unfortunately, I can’t give you my body. But…your “treasure’s” yours…so I’ll give it back.

After saying that, Roger held the sack containing the “treasure” to his mouth.

Roger: —Haaaa…..

Jude and Harrison: O_O!!

The sack blew up like a balloon.

Kate: Are you trapping the ghost in the bag…?!

Roger: —Haa! Haaaa, haaaa.

Roger was breathing heavily as he tied the bag up shut.

Kate: Roger! Are you okay?

Roger: Yeah, I’m fine. I expelled the whole ghost out.

The ghost swirled around inside the bag.

Mansion owner’s ghost: Aaahhh! Aaaahhh! I’m back with my treasure at last! As long as I have this research material, I’ll be able to get special abilities!

Jude: They’re enjoyin’ themself.

Harrison: It’s some form of happiness. Since they’re now trapped with their treasure.

Roger: Right, onto the final step.

--

We placed the sack with the ghost in a kidney dish in the clinic.

We then lit the bag with a match borrowed from Jude and it burst into flames.

Mansion owner’s ghost: Waaahhhhh! What’s happening!

Roger: Just pass on to the other side quietly. —With your precious “treasure”.

Mansion owner’s ghost: Ahhhhh…it’s turning to ash…

In the crackling flames, the mansion owner’s ghost desperately tried to protect the letters and notes.

Kate: Roger, was it okay to burn them? I think those letters contained research done here.

Roger: I did want those letters and thought it was a waste to burn them. However, it’s unethical research—lives were taken for it. So it’s better to get rid of it with the ghost.

Roger stared down at the mansion owner’s ghost panicking amidst the flames.

Roger: …Hey, owner. Now you don’t have to worry about your treasure getting stolen. Pass on without any regrets.

Mansion owner’s ghost: …ugh…! Yeah…I’ll…be with my treasure…forever… In the next life…I’ll have special abilities too…

Kate: …

The flames gradually died down until it went out, leaving only ashes behind—

But even that was blown away by a gust of wind that came from nowhere and it vanished like smoke.

As night fell, sobs could no longer be heard from this mansion.

Roger: The souls sacrified too— Maybe they’ll let go of their grudge against the mansion’s owner and pass on.

Kate: …I hope so

(I hope that those dragged into the mansion owner’s greed…rest in peace)

Through our investigation, we suspected that this mansion had secretly conducted research on the cursed and that it was highly unlikely to be a base for crime.

--

Kate: Roger, why am I the only one that needs to be examined? Didn’t Lord Elbert and Alfons get possessed too? Not to mention the fact that you sucked the ghost in…

Roger: Those guys aren’t hurt so I had them rest. I’m fine too. As for you…I think they were messing around with your body. …Around here.

I felt a shock when he touched where my heart was.

Kate: And you touch me there right after saying that…!

I grabbed his wrist with my hands, but he easily held my hands with his other hand.

Roger: Your heartbeat’s pretty loud.

Kate: Of course it would be! Since you suddenly…

Roger: Yeah, you’re fine…That’s a relief.

I couldn’t see his face, but I heard a sigh of relief.

(...Was he really worried about me?)

Kate: Um…Thank you so much for saving me.

When I relaxed against him, he looked at my face.

Roger: …Since I saved you, I should get a reward. A kiss should do.

(!)

Roger: That kiss back then wasn’t hot, so let’s try again.

Kate: Y-you want a kiss as a reward?

Roger: You can give me more than a kiss?

There seemed to be some sort of evil plan behind those amber eyes as they stared at me, as if to test me.

(It’s like he’s trying to seduce me)

(But I was saved thanks to Roger…)

(I should thank him properly)

Kate: …Okay.

I felt embarrassed, but I prepared myself. I placed my hands on Roger’s shoulders and faced him.

Kate: …Mn

I gave him a peck on the lips and pulled away—

Roger: …You can’t really call that a kiss.

Kate: Ugh, but I…Mnnn!

He cut me off by sealing my lips with his and slipped his tongue in.

Earlier, he was sucking something out of me. This time, he was the one pushing in.

Kate: Mnnn…Haa…

When I tried to pull away, he entangled his tongue with mine and then freely explored my mouth.

Roger: …You got possessed by a ghost. So I’m gonna cleanse you.

[b0g-b0y]

A Moth to a Flame

Ghost x M reader Requested @imcoughing

( Im sorry yall but I really didn't feel like writing the mission, I could do something like in DMZ but idk)

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Y/n and Ghost never really knew each other, besides the rare time they passed each other in the halls on base. They never did say a word to each other.

But like a moth to a flame, Y/n and Ghost ended up on the same mission. Ghost didn't think anything about it, why would he? And for Y/n he heard much about Ghost some good some bad, but at the end of the day, Ghost was just another guy to him.

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The window is open crickets are like music to his ears, it's something Ghost could almost fall asleep to. Ghost lies down in his bed. He stares at the ceiling thinking about what happened today. About what happened during the mission, he nearly got shot but Y/n saved him from it. Ghost couldn't get Y/n's eyes out of his mind the look of general concern and worry that he saw in Y/ns eyes, made him feel a type of why. The way Y/n scanned the room before Y/n moved towards Ghost and checked to see if he was wounded, Y/ns touch was so gentle and caring. It almost reminded him of his mom. “ Bloody hell,” Ghost said to himself, before turning on his side to try and get some sleep.

Ghost craved more of that feeling, he wanted Y/n.

Ghost tried to talk to y/n whenever he saw the other man, but that never got far. Y/n made small conversation with Ghost to be polite, but Ghost could tell something was different it wasn't like before it was more distant. A feeling that Ghost knew too well.

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Y/n stood outside early in the morning watching the sunrise. A friendly slap to his back got Y/n to look at who would do that, to no surprise it was Soap. “ Scared the shit out of Soap,” Y/n said. Soap let out a small chuckle.” Didn't think I would scare ye, lad. After all, you've been hanging around the Ghost a lot recently’ Soap said. Y/n couldn't help but let out a sigh.” Not really, don't know why he's been talking to me, it might be a stupid joke I don't know” Both Soap and Y/n looked at each other for a moment. It was silent.

“ I mean Soap he only really likes you and Price, he tolerates Gaz. He calls you Johnny which only Ghost can get away with. The both of you are almost like glue, so how could this not be a cruel joke? Do me a favor and tell Ghost to knock it off.” Y/n said. And at that moment soap looked at Y/n like he said the stupidest shit in the world. “ You're a fuckin idiot,” Soap said before giving a small slap to the back of Y/N's head. “ What the hell Soap?” Y/n said clearly annoyed at Soap's actions.

“ You think Ghost would talk to ye if he didn't like you mate? If Ghost didn't like you he would let you know. Ever cross your mind that Ghost might like you, lad? He almost looks like a puppy when he looks at you for Christ's sake!” Soap said the volume of his voice getting louder as he talked.” Ghost is pursuing you, mate! He Has a silly little crush on you. Ye know how long I had to sit there and listen to Ghost talk about you and how caring you are and you make him feel loved or some shite. Don't get me started on how long the man talked about how pretty yer eyes are, his driving me mad. And you think he doesn't like you? You’ve been dropped on the head as a child Y/n” Soap said his accent was somewhat thick as he talked. Y/n had a small blush on his face as he thought of what Soap said to him. “ Should I ask him out then or…” Y/n said shyly. Soap just gave Y/n a glare and Y/n got the message.

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The next time Y/n saw Ghost he stopped him. Y/n looked into Ghost's beautiful brown eyes.”Ghost you ummm, do you like me or. I don't know anymore you're hard to read.” Y/n said softly. Ghosts eyes searched Y/N's eyes for a moment. “ Like you a lot,” Ghost said with his gruff voice. “ How much is a lot Ghost,” Y/n said well gently holding Ghost's face in his hands making the brit look at him. “ Bloody hell… I like you so much that I go back to being Simon Reily for a moment don't feel like the Ghost I swore I am now.” Ghost said almost in a whisper. His hand now touching Y/ns hand that was holding his face so gently.

Y/n gave Ghost the warmest smile that matched the soft and loving look in Y/n eyes. “ Might have to stick by your side more often, I seem to like Simon Reily quite a lot,” Y/n said as he watched Ghost's dark brown eyes light up at his words. “Don't think people will believe that a Ghost can love,” Ghost said with a small chuckle. “ Well I'm not loving a ghost, I'm loving a man,” Y/n said softly.

[scarecrow-collective]

HELLO!!

ummm if yer still taking stimboard requests could i request an omega ghoul husky pet regression mood/stimboard /nf!!

Snowy pup<33

[izzyhandsonthosetiddies]

Constantly thinking about how one of the first things Buttons said to Izzy was 'yer not ghosts are ye?' and how Buttons is also a sea witch. And how they tend to come back around on little things. So sometimes I wonder if Izzy will be a ghost in season 3 (if we get season 3 of course) because Buttons out here....can apparently see ghosts and ummm.. yeah. Just something to think on

[fortunafavours]

MC family facts ?

Without getting too far into spoiler territory, here's what I can tell you!:

the MC's mother wasn't lowborn - she was from a middle class family, fairly well educated, and was hoping to join the Royal Physician's Guild eventually as an apotheker. That all kinda fell apart when she met your father. She was very taken with him and he was very charming (in a vaguely sleazy way), and said all the right things. Of course, that was never really meant to be (classism womp womp) even though he kept telling her they'd be together. She loved the MC very fiercely right up until her untimely death, but she was also alone in the capital with her closest family the next hold over - several weeks' travel!

On that note, MC DOES have maternal family! You've got grandparents on that side, as well as an aunt and uncle and some cousins. They have no idea the MC exists, and you don't know they exist either. Yer ma never said anything about you because of some very deeply ingrained shame and fury. As it stands, I'm not sure if they'll come up at all, but they may! They only know she passed because the Crown sends a very generic, very clinical "sorry for your loss" letter.

MCs relationship is generally ass with their dad. You've got the option for it to be just kind of tepid and terse or straight up antagonistic. He's a bit self absorbed, and very thoroughly a Member of the Royal Family. I mean that in the sense of he's kind of a bitch lol (tho not everyone in the family is; A is not a bitch I prommy). Stepmom is cool though.

Regardless of the eye colour you choose, everyone of Calyx blood has gold flecks in their irises. MCs are very faint, but are visible when they catch the light.

MCs got half-siblings, three of em to be precise!: Basil, Dahlia, and Aster. They are 23, 20, and 21 respectively. You can choose how you feel about them, but on the whole, they treat you like family, even in public.

Ummm that's all I can think of off the top of my head! At least, all that I can think of without veering into spoiler territory. If there's anything specific you want to know about, let me know!

Thanks for asking!!

[kitashousewife]

aw, I'm sorry this weekend hasn't been good :( I am sending you well wishes for the new week ahead!

as for kita...I'm so sorry I can't shut up but I've been thinking so hard about how well he would fit accidental domesticity (is that even a thing?). like, growing up together and just being so familiar with each other. there's a certain tenderness children hold towards each other until they start to mature and it gets "icky," but with kita that's never happened. the way you take care of each other, the casual touches, even the way you speak feels second nature. and knowing kita especially, he's good to everyone. that's just how he is. you don't see it, how you two are...different with each other...despite the team's and your friends' constant teases. you only realize sometime in your mid-twenties while you're skirting around the kitchen making dinner with him as usual (still friends, still not together). osamu facetimes you from tokyo and gets the full brunt of your behaviour- you lift the spoon to kita's mouth so he can taste the soup, then he's got his hands on your waist as he moves behind you to grab some dishes. neither of you considers the domesticity of your situation until osamu drops a snarky comment about how you two should just get married already. suddenly you're frozen in kita's arms as he blinks down at you in surprise and you both realize that somewhere in the past 20-odd years, being together has become as easy as breathing.

ummm i hope you don’t mind if i extend on this!!! it’s so good!

kita x fem!reader, fluff no warnings

it’s a normal saturday night for kita and yourself. he called you up a little before dinner, asking if you wanted to stop by for a bite to eat. you agreed of course, it’s almost tradition at this point.

as soon as you walked into his little farmhouse, you were greeted with the most delicious aroma and a warm smile from your best friend.

“just in time, i need a taste tester,” he spoons a bit of the sauce he’s preparing, holding it out with his hand underneath for you to taste. when you do, he waits for your reaction anxiously.

“it’s…good!”

he frowns.

“im not lookin’ for good, im lookin’ for wow shin that’s incredible!”

you laugh and think a bit more while you set your things down.

“salt, a little more pepper, and some lemon juice? it just needs something.”

he nods, grabbing each thing you listed and adding it in. he stirs for a few seconds, looking over his shoulder while you rifle through his fridge.

“need some help?”

“if ya wanna make a side salad? everything else is covered. or drinks?” you hum, grabbing a few things out of his fridge before moving to his baskets of produce from his garden.

the two of you work in silence for a while, cutting and chopping, whisking and simmering until things are just about ready.

“samu, how’s yer saturday goin?”

from the screen in front of kita, osamu sits on his couch with his arm behind his head.

“fine, fine. just thought i would say hi,” he notices you walking in the back with a salad bowl and smirks. “hello to ya!” you know he’s talking to you so you wave from behind kita’s frame.

“we’re gonna have a new recipe tonight. gram told me about it and i just thought we could test it out,” kita says, rather focused as he plates the two dishes. osamu chuckles. the two of them go back and forth for a bit, sharing tips and discussing methods when kita spoons the sauce yet again for tasting.

“try this again for me?” you walk over, and just like before kita places the spoon to your lips, watching intently. when you close your eyes and hum, he feels accomplished.

“oh my god, get a room you two,” osamu derides, chuckling when the two of you jump back from each other.

“n-no, it’s not like that she just-“

“we always do this i didn’t-“

osamu’s laughter booms through the speakers while the two of you stand and stare at each other.

this sort of behavior is so normal for the two of you. snuggling on the couch during movies, small touches in the business of the kitchen, sharing milkshakes on hot days. you’d never really given it a second thought until people (kita’s friends) started making comments.

“im just messin’ with the two of ya. i’ll let ya guys go, enjoy the rest of your evening” osamu waves, ending the call. kita looks back at you with wide eyes, spoon still in hand.

“i didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable-“

“no no, im not uncomfortable at all.”

he gives you a small smile, and the two of you chuckle before turning back to your dinner as naturally as you can.

the dinner is unusually quiet tonight. the two of you are more focused on stealing glances from each other than eating the extremely delicious dinner that’s been prepared.

with love.

[tezzbot]

In yer On The Road story, do you think since their grandma is gone, when he could, JD tried to let Branch experience things like what he and their brothers got to have with their grandma, but Branch didn’t? Like all the good food Rosiepuff made for them or blankets/quilts knitted for them or something? Since he’s the oldest, I would think he picked up some stuff from her. What do you think?

Ummm.

I mean he could certainly try his best? But with them being on the road (name drop lol) he doesn't really have access to a lot of stuff that would make that kinda thing? Really feasable for them? At least in the early days, I do have some ideas for ways they get more materials through their travels. But I never really saw JD as the guy who picked up grandma's skillset honestly LOL

ASIDE FROM cooking actually. He probably saw that one as a worthwhile thing to pick up as a teen LMAO But they prob wouldn't have the access to exact ingredients and stuff for her home cooking. Yes JD would be getting better at making food but it'd never taste the way that grandma used to make y’know lol everything tastes a little smokey and slightly like campfire, but eventually that taste starts to feel like home in itself for the two of them anyways<3

[welcome-to-the-flock]

Doctor Darwin Hardwick: September 4th we had our 32nd test subject Baxter Barnes, volunteer for farm work, and experimental gene therapy. He seemed to have a very abrasive temperament and was very anti social, Hoping to counteract these traits I was planning on integrating him into the sheep facility. I recorded his height and weight and before sending him off to go meet the sheep he will be living with. Day: 1 Baxter Barnes:

I sat in a strange office room, Talking to a scientist with a goggles that showed a strange green glow, An overly long flowing coat and long green boots. His outfit looked like some thing that came out of a Saturday morning cartoon.

Baxter: "So if I sign this contract when do I get paid?"

Doctor: "In a week."

Baxter: "And you promise to revert any changes? For free?! By the end of the month."

Doctor: "Yes. But you will have to live at the facility within that time frame."

Baxter: "Deal."

Baxter proceeded to sign the contract, Foolishly neglecting to read it first.

Doctor: "Great let me show you to your new home!"

I walked the with the scientist to a more rural looking farmyard like building with a large field of grass surrounding it. I was eventually brought to a location populated by weird sheep hybrids.

In front of me I saw a athletic sheep man with overalls a belled collar and a cowboy hat.

Randy: "Howdy, The names randy, yers?" He said confidently.

Baxter: "Its Umm, Baxter"

Randy: "Not used to folks like us are ya?

Baxter: "Well of course dumbass its not like you meet talking animals everyday!"

Randy: "Would you like to meet the others?"

Baxter: "I, Suppose, I could." I said dejectedly

Randy: "This is Brandon." I saw a short thin sheep man with a sweater vest round glasses a belled collar and shorts.

Brandon: "Hi, Ummm, Baaxter." He spoke softly and meekly.

Randy: "This is Hayley." She was curvy sheep woman with a belled collar a sheer airy dress and a sunhat.

Hayley: "Greeting, Newcomer its nice to see another join the flock!" She said excitedly.

Randy: "And This is Patrick." He was chubby sheep man with a belled collar a shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.

Patrick: "Nice to see someone n'ewe round here!" He said as if it was the funniest thing he had heard in his life.

Baxter: "...."

 "Really?"

Patrick: "I wool'd have guess your not fan of puns are ewe."

Growing furious from the strange sheep like clowns antics I snapped at him.

Baxter: "Shut the fuck up why don't you! I'm just here cause I need the cash. So I DO NOT want to hear any of your shitty ass puns!"

Randy: "Ya know its gonna be awfully hard for ya to live with us if yer gonna be actin like this."

Baxter: "Well its going to be "awfully hard" for ME, to get along with people if they are going to use dumb ass puns all the fucking time!"

Randy: "Damn you sure are gonna be a tough nut to crack. Since ya seem not to want anything to do with the rest of us then why don't you unpack yer bags yerself."

Baxter: "Fine, Maybe I will!"

I unpacked my bags and got comfortable. I had a bunch of emo stuff, Some videogame related stuff, Plushies.

Doc: "Hello baxter how are you doing today?"

Baxter: "Tired, Frustrated, Confused."

Doc: "Are you tired because of the day you had or because of how late it is?"

Baxter: "Both."

Doc: "Why are you so frustrated and confused?"

Baxter: "Having to live here, With weird furry sheep things its frustrating, And I'm confused whats going on with this weird ass place."

Doc: "Okay all of that is perfectly understandable."

He paused for a moment for effect.

"However..."

"you signed the contract. Thus for at least a month will be living here even if it takes alot of adjustment. So, what exactly is confusing about this place?"

Baxter: "Why do you guys bother with the weird furry animal things."

Doc: "Science for sciences sake I suppose."

Baxter: "You know just because you can, Doesn't mean you should."

Doc: "Well I came here for experimental gene splicing not ethics. Anyway would you please follow me?"

Baxter: "And where the fuck are we even going?"

Doc: "Lets just say, Its to help you adjust to your new living quarters."

Baxter: "Ohh, Kaay Why the fuck, would THAT, require a HOSPITAL?!"

Doc: "Heheheheheh. You'll see.~"

Baxter: (Oh god what the hell did I just get myself into!?!)

Doc: "So I'm just going to need to you to put this little thing on and sit down in the chair. Heheheheh."

Baxter: "Is THAT a FUCKING COLLAR?! Why the hell do you need me to put on a collar?!"

Doc: "Would it help you to know it was part of the experiment?!"

Baxter: "This better not be part of the contract!"

Doc: "Well I'm sorry to tell you but..."

Baxter: "GOD DAMN IT!"

Baxter begrudgingly despite his better judgement sat down in the chair.

The doctor injected a few vials of some strange formula. After having it flow through his system he started to feel strangely numb and woozy.

[lunajay33]

Not the Only One

•🌪️🍂🪵🏹•

Summary: Reader comes from an abusive family and is insecure about it showing up everywhere with bruises, but one night she comes across Daryl who is more like you than you know

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Content Warning: Abusive parents

•Masterlist•

Growing up in a small town in Georgia can have its benefits, close friend group, late night walks, fun memories, but not for some, not for me I get the other side of a small town, the rough crowd and the judgmental stares from the well of kids who’s parents gave them everything they wanted

I never thought there was a problem with the way I lived as a kid but the older I got and realized that not everyone lives with abusive, negligent parents it was world shaking for me and I felt like a complete loser and I still do, I don’t have much some simple clothes and some drugstore perfume and makeup but that’s about it, others girls in my class had expensive name brand everything and judge those like me who didn’t

My dads drunk and takes his problems out on me, my moms a coward and won’t stand up for me so here I am walking around school with a cut down my eyebrow with a nasty bruise forming around

“What happened y/n old man beat on you again” Jessie says laughing as she walks by with her little click, I look back into my locker getting my books for science class sighing not ready for the day ahead full of more comments like that

I walk into Mr.jensons class taking my seat at the back, some people whispering as I walk through the class

“Okay class we have a new student transfering to our class from a different course, obvious people like me more than miss.smith’s music class” he says obnoxiously as the student enters our class

Daryl Dixon he lived a few houses down from me but we didn’t interact much, sometimes I’d see him take out the trash or see him sitting on the doc on the lake behind our houses, it was rumoured that his dad beat on him too but it’s not like we were gonna be friends because we’re abused that crazy…..right?

“You can go sit at the back next to y/n” Mr.Jenson points out to me

He sits down and I can smell his calming aroma, woodsy with a hint of cigarette

“Hi” I smiled meakly

“Hey, ya live on my street don’t ya” he asks slouching down in the chair

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around” so he’s seen me too

“Alright class listen up” the class went on like usual until the bell rang signalling the end of the day, I gathered up all my stuff shoving them in my bag and leaving the class, walking through the hallways heading for the exit when someone runs up next to me

“Hey, ya walking home?” Daryl asks looking down at me

“Oh yeah, I usually like to sit at the doc when I get back, don’t like to stay in the house much”

“Why not?” He asks as he continues to walk beside me back to our street

“I think you know, everyone talks about it” I say motioning to my bruised eyebrow

“They don’t understand, ain’t yer fault”

“It’s just……embarrassing” I say rubbing my arm as a nervous habit

“Yer old man?”

“Yeah, you?” He nods in agreement looking down

“Pretty shitty, wish I could just get out of here or just start fresh here” he hums making my heart warm, finally someone understands how I feel

We got to our street stopping infront of my house

“So ummm I’ll be down at the doc later if you wanna meet me there just to talk or whatever” I say

“Yeah I’ll see ya there” he says heading off to his house a few doors down

I walked into my house hoping nothing happens today, seeing my dad sat on his chair with a beer in his hand watching the tv

I try to walk past him to my room when he grabs my wrist

“Did you pick up the cigarettes from the store like I asked?” His voice is already angry, I completely forgot

“I……I forgot, I’m sorry” I whine as he tightens his grip

“Why can’t you ever listen, you know what this means”

“No please I’m sorry I’ll go get them now”

“It’s too late”

Sitting on the doc was suppose to be a wind down form the day an escape from hell that is suppose to be a house, instead I’m sat here feeling like I went solar against concrete, my lip is busted severely, by cheek stings, bruises and whips against my back, the hoodie I’m wearing was irritating against my sore flesh

I’d do anything just to go back in time and run away with my sister but I was scared and young and now I’m miserable and constantly afraid

“Hey sorry I’m late” I heard from next to me, too deep in thought to have heard him approach

I kept my head down looking at the water

“It’s fine” I mumble

“Ya okay?” That one simple question broke the damn in me as tears spilled down my cheeks, I turn to him just wanting reassurance or comfort

“I forgot to get a pack of cigarettes on the way home” my voice quivers as he stares at my red cheek and bust lip

“How am I even suppose to cover this up”

“I could go kill him” he huffs anger rising in his features

“Everything hurts” I wince when he places his hand on my back, he pulled back quickly

“Do ya need help?”

“I don’t know how bad they are”

He moves behind me lifting my sweater up to my shoulders, revealing the old and new scars that littered my back with occasionally fresh bruises

“Oh baby girl I’m so sorry” he says under his breath but there was something there in his words that made it feel like he understood this type of beating

“Are they bad?”

“Don’t think ya need stitches but I don’t want ya going back there” he says bringing my sweater back down moving beside me again

“But where am I suppose to go?”

“Old man’s gone for a week, ya can stay at my place”

“Are you sure I don’t want to burden you”

“Ain’t a burden, yer staying with me, come on”

His house was more or less just like mine but there is no surprise there, our fathers are basically the same, he brings me to his room and it’s pretty normal, some hunting stuff plain brown walls

“Thanks for this” I say sitting on the edge of his bed

“ ‘course, ya need anything?”

“Do you have any painkillers?” He went in his drawer and popped one in my hand, taking it hoping it will ease this discomfort

He jumped on the bed sitting next to me as a comfortable silence surrounds us

“I got em too”

“Huh?”

“Scars, don’t like to show em, don’t like to be reminded”

“I’m sorry Daryl, one day we’ll be happy, one day we’ll get out of this mess”

“Together”

Part.2

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[sl-newsie]

My Review of Livesies

Really Jack? You chose this face? You look both angry and confused! 👆

Set: understandable, considering that it’s confined to a stage. Favorite set piece is probably the famous newsstand that they get their picture taken from.

Music: why the new lyrics? The old ones were just fine! Why the electric guitar?

Crutchy acts more naive, why so dumb? ‘You wanna bust yer odda leg too?’ Yes Cruchy, why?

Yeah Jack, you’re totally 17 Jeremy 😑

Everyone’s accent: good, Jeremy’s accent: x100

So Jack goes from wanting a family to roping Crutchy into a fantasy life out west and then he completely abandons him later?

In 92sies it focuses on Jack and him interacting with the other Newsies, whereas here it’s Jack wanting to get away so badly that it’s all he literally talks about.  

Race and Albert: both handsome and annoying

Albert steals Race’s cigar, so what they just forgot about Snipeshooter?

‘Bath time at the zoo?’ so I guess ‘we got woik to do’ just wasn’t good enough and they had to write something completely bonkers?

Right away: enter a bunch-a newsies that I don’t know and never get a chance to see their characters play out because they’re moving too fast. They completely erased some of the original characters and wrote in new ones that make me miss the old ones!

Romeo: is actually a character that sticks with me because he’s given personality

Enter Katherine: I just don’t like her. I never liked how Kara Lindsay portrayed her and always think she looks mad, confused, and dazed. 🤷‍♀️

Jack, if you’re so keen on leaving then why are you flirting with Katherine? You’re digging yourself into this!

In the dvd version they cut the ‘smile that spreads like butter,’ which I always wondered why.

I’m seeing all these newsies and don’t know who half of them are!

Elmer: introduced by nuns, another character I actually remember

LUV the added acro tricks!!!

I think it’s clear now why Jack’s not dancing. Good way to hide it, Jeremy!

‘What is that unpleasant aroma?’- Max did it better!  

Race briefly mentions betting Jack against the Delancys and then never mentions gambling again. I guess half his original character is nothing?

Applause for the clean scene changes! ��

Seriously Race what is this face? 👇

Race flirts with Weasel rather than gamble? Preposterous!

Enter Davey and Les- ‘I’m new too!’  I can tell that’s gonna get annoying…

Davey just wants his papes and nervously tries to escape the other newsies while Les is already introducing them and is already chummy with Jack

Les knows an awful lot about wages for a 10-year-old

Les in 92sies: shy, cute, innocent, curious Livesies Les: obnoxious, loud, cocky, hyper

Romeo and Albert on Pulitzer’s desk during the scene change is surprisingly funny

Hannah is so good!!! I don’t know why they emphasize on Katherine struggling to make it through work when Hannah already shows that a woman can get a good career.

Pulitzer is even more cocky, brash, and egotistical than Robert Duvall’s portrayal. Historically Pulitzer wasn’t that mean to the newsies.

‘Shave me too close and you could cut my throat.’ Sweeney Todd reference? 🪒

Hannah: ‘We don’t sell papers, newsies sell papers.’ Ummm Jack? Your line is ‘headlines don’t sell papes, newsies sell papes.’ Ya missed it! 🗞️

Pulitzer: Yes, 6-year-olds need to work harder let’s charge them more and they’ll thank me later.

I wonder if the dance choreographers just sat down and thought: ok, we need to think of every dance stunt that can be done with a newsboy hat and newspaper bag.

Davey and Les are bantering and then Les runs up- oh yeah, you’re still annoying.

Why is Jack so shaken up about hearing about Davey and Les’ folks? Other newsies got folks, so it ain’t like he’s never heard it before.

‘Come home with us!’ ‘Mom’s a great cook!’ All are potential suggestions for Jack to go meet the Jacobs, but no! Sarah apparently doesn’t even exist! The original story is about Jack seeing how happy the Jacobs family is and wanting a family too, but instead he’s an angry painter who just wants to leave without second thoughts.

Why does Snyder just taunt ‘Kelly!’ before he starts chasing him? You don’t call out and say you’re gonna attack before you attack!

Davey and Jack talk about the Refuge and then it’s never mentioned again after Crutchy gets taken. In the movie Jack goes and tries to break him out but Crutchy refuses. Here we got Jack not wanting anything to do with the Refuge even after Crutchy gets locked up!

Medda? Medda is on fire! I still luv her character in this, especially her feather hat! 💜💗

‘No kids allowed in the theatre!’ and yet she encourages Les to look at the Bowery Beauties for ‘educational’ purposes?

Les stares at the Beauties as if he’s never seen a girl before. He’s enthralled by their costumes and then Davey just waves it off

‘Where better to escape trouble than a theatre?’ truer words were never spoken, Miss Medda! 🎭

Jack is all like: screw being a cowboy, I’m a painter! 🤠🧑‍🎨

‘You’re on!’ ‘I am? How’m I doing?’ Nice way to break the 4th wall, Medda!

That’s Rich compared to Lovey Dovey Baby is hard because Anne Margaret’s performance is more dreamy and soft

Ok gotta say that Les and Davey’s faces poking out is very cute

Am I the only one who’s disappointed that we never get to see the full Bowery Beauties act?

‘Twice in one day! Think it’s fate?’ No, Jack. You’re stalking this poor girl!

Katherine just begs Jack to leave the box, whereas Sarah would just punch an intruder in the face. 👊

Never Planned On You, ummm why? First Jack wants to go to Santa Fe, then he likes Katherine after a 2-minute conversation? ‘Til I find someone new,’ umm how many girls have you dated, Jackie boy? In 92sies he never even mentions this kind of stuff.

In the next scene change whoever the newsies with no shirt on is, they are obviously trying to take away from 92sies Mush’s shirtless scene and I will not stand for it!

So now Race’s only personality trait is that he luvs cigars more than his mom? 🚬  

‘LET THE MAN WORK IT OUT!’ Okayyyy it’s confirmed Les has anger issues

Everybody talks about how Crutchy’s smile spreads like butter, but when I see Ben Cook’s smile all I see is a ray of sunshine 😄

‘You need membership.’ ‘Whattya call these guys?’  👋

Why is Jack president when Davey is doing all the talking?

The World Will Know is an introduction to Jeremy’s angry Jack, which conflicts with Christian Bale’s daydreamer Jack and Corey Cott’s sad Jack. In all honesty, angry Jack can get scary!

Again, why the electric guitar? 🎸

How does losing a shoe have to do with this song? 👞

So the scene after Jack, Davey, and Les walk into Pulitzer’s doors and then we get a shot of the newsies behinds, um… did they just give half the fansies what they wanted?  

‘...HE’S GONNA BE BEG’N FOR AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE ME, YOU GOT THAT?!’ Jeez, calm down, Les! 😧

I do like how they made Jacobi’s like a newsies meeting place, I don’t know why it just fits

And behold, the reason behind why I know what a seltzer is! Thanks, Albert! 🥛

Tommy Boy, Finch, Buttons… this would be a lot more convincing if I knew who each newsie was!

‘But that Spot Colon gets me a little jittery.’ Oh yes, in the brief moments we see him in this musical we definitely get that vibe. Not! Spot’s barely in this!

Oh yay, Katherine’s back. And she still sounds confused and awkward, which I guess makes sense since she’s in a different atmosphere but after a while it gets annoying.

Ok right off the bat Katherine and Jack already have a toxic relationship because they are constantly fighting! They look like they wanna kill each other!

Now Jack’s all whiny and I don’t like it! The original Jack would not whine about a girl.

I always skip Watch What Happens because it’s just Katherine worrying. Again, I stand by my opinion of not liking Katherine. Where’s Denton? They could've had Katherine be his apprentice or something instead of just deleting him altogether!

I hear Watch What Happens and all I can think of is how much longer until I can hear Davey sing about how the poor guy’s head is spinning?

Ummm… WHERE’S BROOKLYN? There’s NO BROOKLYN? THEY TOOK MY FAVORITE SCENE IN THE WHOLE MOVIE AND CUT IT TO JUST ‘OH YEAH BY THE WAY WE WENT TO BROOKLYN,’ AND THAT’S IT?! No. No. NO! I will NOT stand for this! 😡

Les: ‘Are we doing the right thing?’ I donno kid, you seemed pretty confident yesterday. What happened?

Race: ‘That’s great! That’s pitiful.’ Race would never say that about Crutchy.

Gotta admit that the trio part of Davey, Jack, and Crutchy singing Seize the Day is pretty cool

Aaaaand angry Jack’s back. While the other newsies look hopeful Jack looks like he could commit murder. Whis is he always angry? 😳

I don’t know why but Davey standing on a pile of newspapers is hilarious! 😁

Ok finally time to start a swear count: bastards, asses, Hell… sheesh this show’s got ‘such language!’

Uh why the awkward stomping? Just let Jeremy get offstage without the stomping so i can watch more twirling Sky and Ben?

Yeeesssss!!! Dancing on newspapers? BRILLIANT! I luv this part so much! 📰

Honestly not gonna lie if I was in the crowd I would be fighting to the death for one of the papes they throw out

Ha! I caught the spot of Race kicking himself in the face!!!

Seeing all these jumps, flips, and twirls is making me tired… God they must’ve been exhausted!

In the original, Jack wanted everyone out safely. But here I guess Jack wants to intentionally start a fight?

Why is Les being rolled around in a barrel? Then he sticks his head out, it’s like c’mon is this a cartoon?

Uh, Jack? CRUTCHY’S BEING BEATEN HELPLESS AND YOU’RE JUST WATCHING?! But it’s ok you’re gonna go sing about how mad you are and how you wanna leave so I guess it’s fine. ‘Save my best friend? Hell no let me abandon all the newsies!’ said Jack never!

Jack, you called Crutchy a ‘dumb crip?’ How could you do that?!

‘No more running, no more lying.’ Um, what have you been lying about? In the original, Jack lied about his parents and his name. Here Jack’s never called Francis Sullivan and he comes right out and says he’s got no folks. So what’s all this lying talk about?

Ahh! Please, no more angry Jack! I’d appreciate Jeremy’s performance and emotion if he didn’t look like has was gonna kill me!

Alright, Act 2… Where’s Jack? Oh right, instead of being in King of New York he’s sukling.

‘Jack don’t run from no fight!’ Apparently he does, since he’s working to buy a train ticket.

Here it comes… ‘erster.’ People either like it or hate it, I don’t mind it. Guess it adds to Race’s character since gambling’s out the window? ♠️♥️♣️♦️🃏

Whoa whoa whoa! Only Race can sing ‘a permanent box at the Sheepshead Races!’ Duh!

They replaced Spot’s porcelain tub with a sandwich? A sandwich?!

Thank you, Ben Cook, for gracing us with your sensational tap dancing!

Ok stop adding new lyrics and just skip to the tap dancing, please!

Never once did I ever think newsies would shout ‘spoon fight!’

The way Davey jabs ‘That’s it?’ at Katherine is priceless!

Just imagine the director looking at the cast and saying ‘now during scene changes the audience can’t be bored, so I need you to stall ‘em,’ and then the cast does a bunch-a random dance moves across the stage and the director says ‘perfect!’

Greetings from the Refuge is ok I guess, but I still wished Jack would actually try to get Crutchy out!

When I see Andrew’s messy hair I just picture him messing it up as the total opposite of keeping it nice-looking. Don’t know why, it’s just funny

‘Protect one anodda,’ Sure Crutchy, I’ll tell them before I run off to Santa Fe.

Even Medda points out how chicken Jack is!  

It’s so cute how Davey perks up about being above the fold!

Les, please abstain from telling us about your date. It’s just annoying. ✋

Katherine: ‘You look like Hell.’ Heathers reference? ‘I just got back.’ ❤️💚💛💙

‘This go west young man routine is getting old.’ Is manifest destiny a joke to you, Kath?

More toxic relationship stuff, how is Jatherine a thing again?

‘The pooooor guy’s head is spinning!’ Yeeeessss! 🤣

‘And I’ve got a date!’ Shut up, Les.

Uh-oh, Katherine’s in trouble.

Jack Kelly, not Francis Sullivan? Are we just gonna go along with that?

Katherine, Pulitzer’s daughter? Why? Seriously what does that add?

Finally, the highlight of the show: Brooklyn’s Here! I really like how they added in this song! Brooklyn Bridge and all! Brooklyn gets their own ‘uniform,’ plus the fact that my crush on Spot Colon will rage on forever. I luv this song!

Um, where’s Smalls? Only she can sing ‘So’s tha Bronx!’

Sad that Spot makes this big entrance and then just stands intimidatingly in the background.

I like how Spot just casually waltzes up and then realizes ‘hey Jack, thanks for wasting my time!’ and then goes all murder-face on him!

Gee thanks Katherine for invading my penthouse and snooping through my drawings only to yell at me more.

Katherine’s scared to hit Jack and instead kisses him, but Sarah would never hesitate to soak a guy in the face!

So wait Jack goes to keep kissing Katherine and she backs out, even though she started it?

‘What if they came to newsies square?’ Where’s that, Kath? No one’s ever talked about that until now.

Jack points out dead-on that they need to talk about their relationship issues and Katherine just laughs.

O-K, I do NOT do sappy luv songs so let’s just skip Something To Believe In…

‘It’s good to have you back again!’ ‘Shut up!’ Gee really appreciative Jack, especially after you literally just betrayed everybody!

Darcy? Bill? Who? How are these guys just thrown in?  

Once And For All… Pretty good… Ooh! Spot’s back! 😄

Wow that paper-tossing routine must’ve taken a while to perfect!

Again, why the electric guitar? It’s 1899 not 1959!

Spot why are you up there with Jack? You’ve barely said a word why are you suddenly involved?

I’m a Teddy Roosevelt fan so of course I ain’t gonna complain about him  👍

Hannah’s discrete clapping is so funny!

I do appreciate how they kept the historically accurate deal the newsies made with Pulitzer. In 92sies they just say ‘we beat ‘em!’ and then leave it at that.

Wow Albert looks cute without his hat  

And we now get the famous shot of dazed Race staring off into space

Wait a minute so now after winning the strike, finding a girlfriend, and getting Crutchy back Jack still wants to leave?

Enough mushy talk, give me dancing newsies!

It’s funny how Jeremy tries to fit in with the others’ dancing right before bows

Wow. Just… wow. That’s a lotta stunts!

Nice bell-kick, Jeremy! Gotta mozie along with the music! 😆

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