#she and grandpa are getting their second shots this week

[shakespeareanwannabe]

As You Wish, Chapter 4

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (though biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, arguing, cursing, reference to divorce, kids doing sneaky things, references to early child rearing, crying, Uncle Bob (because he deserves his own warning), Uncle Rooster and Uncle Javy (because they also deserve their own warnings)

Clifton, Texas, 10 ½ years ago

“Dude, what are you doing? Don’t stop!”

“I’m telling you: my vocal cords are going to start to bleed any second! I need to stop!”

“I swear to God, if you stop, I’m going to find an actual rooster and sneak it into your bedroom at the ass crack of dawn!”

Jake rubbed at his forehead with one hand as he took another lap around his living room, bouncing a screaming Charlie in his arms as he went. The last nine months had been…rough, to say the least. Though his grandfather had graciously opened his home up to his grandson, great-granddaughter, and their two friends, it turned out that securing a home was the least of his worries.

Grandpa Wyatt had quickly hired Jake, Javy and Rooster on as farmhands, their physiques and familiarity with rising early making them ideal candidates for the jobs, but Jake wasn’t entirely comfortable with leaving his baby girl with a sitter all day just yet, so he did what chores he could with her strapped to his chest, and spent the rest of the day in the office, doing administrative work with his daughter asleep in her Moses basket behind the desk. Between the physical and mental labour, Jake was ready to hit the sack early almost every night.

However, clocking out for the day didn’t mean that his day was done. Charlie wasn’t a fussy baby, not by a long shot, but she still required an amount of work that Jake hadn’t been expecting. Her first pediatrician visit had revealed that Charlie was slightly behind on her goal weight, which meant Jake had to get up for an additional feeding during the night. But Charlie didn’t like the bottle, and Jake honestly couldn’t blame her. She’d gotten used to breastfeeding from her mother for her first four months of life, and Jake knew firsthand that Buttercup was infinitely better than some plastic bottle.

On top of trying to get her weight up, the Seresin family had also been battling sleep regression, teething, colic, Charlie’s first cold, and delayed milestones. If the doctor was saying that Charlie should be crawling by 8 months, she was doing it at 11 months. The whole thing had Jake lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, worrying about his baby girl, wondering how Buttercup had managed it all on her own, kicking himself for expecting her to manage it alone when he was deployed.

A loud, shrill shriek had him yanking his head away from his daughter as she sobbed unhappily, her tiny fist curling into his flannel shirt.

“C’mon, Charlie girl,” he murmured into her curling blond hair, pressing a small kiss to her head as he paced. “You just had your first birthday a few weeks ago. Can you be a big girl for your daddy and stop crying? Please?” Her green eyes glimmered with tears as she continued to sob in response.

“Rooster, please, man…” Javy groaned, half buried in a pile of Charlie’s toys that he had been shaking and tossing around in an attempt to get her to stop crying.

“My—”

“Rooster, I will buy you a new set of vocal cords,” Jake bargained as Charlie hiccupped before resuming her shrill shrieks. “Please, if not for me, then for Charlie. I need her to stop crying before she makes herself sick.”

Rooster whined before turning back to the piano against the wall. “You guys owe me so bad,” he grumbled before placing his hands on the keys and pressing out a familiar tune. “You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain…”

Jake held his breath as the song came to an end, the air ringing with blessed quiet, punctuated by an angelic baby giggle. With a groan, he sank to his knees, his legs too tired to carry him the five feet needed to get to the couch.

“Thank god.” He hefted Charlie up to sit beside him on the floor, keeping his hand on her back as he sagged against the wall. “So, she clearly doesn’t like sweet potato,” he sighed, watching her crawl over to a sprawled-out Javy and snatch one of her toys from underneath his leg.

“You feed her sweet potato again, you’ll be the one getting the rooster in your bedroom,” Rooster grumbled, closing the piano with a light thud.

“You do that, and you’ll wake her up,” Javy pointed at the little blond baby currently chewing on her toy giraffe’s foot. “And then we’ll all be miserable.”

Jake fixed his oldest friend with a glare. “No shit talking my daughter, dude.”

Charlie’s head popped up at the shift in tone in her father’s voice, her green eyes searching the room until she found him, her face breaking out into a wide gummy smile. She pressed her tiny palm into Javy’s stomach and propelled herself to her feet, wavering unsteadily even as Javy’s hand automatically rose to cushion her back. Jake leaned forward, scrambling away from the wall to sit a few feet directly in front of her.

“Come here, Charlie,” he called, waggling his fingers at her, smiling back as she grinned. “Come on, baby girl, you can do it.”

Time seemed to slow down as Charlie looked towards him before taking a small, shaky step in his direction. Javy propped himself up on his elbows and Rooster turned on the piano bench to watch on bated breath as she took another step, then another.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve got this!”

“Let’s go, Charlie!”

“Atta girl!”

Jake’s heart was in his throat, a feeling better than going Mach 10 racing through his body as his daughter took one last, final step before collapsing into his arms with a giggle. With a loud cheer, he scooped her up and paraded her around the room to the sound of Javy and Rooster’s applause before whisking her into the office and collapsing into his chair.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she cooed softly at him. He’d missed so much, and his heart panged when he thought about Abby and what he was missing from her life. His hand was halfway to his phone when he stopped himself, pulling it back to hold Charlie tighter against him. He’d tried before and he wouldn’t be putting himself through that again. He missed Abby, of course, but Mav had always told them that they couldn’t afford to be constantly looking backwards, that thinking would be the death of them, so he had to focus on the here and now, on the ranch, on the daughter he did have instead of on the one he missed.

“Da-da…” he looked down at the sound and smiled through the tears pooling in his eyes.

“Yeah, baby girl. Dada is here. And he’s not going anywhere. I promise.”

The Airport, Now

Charlie’s hands trembled around her passport as the camp bus pulled into the drop off lane of the Buffalo Niagara International Airport. She looked up as Abby gripped her wrist with a determined grin.

“Last chance to change our minds,” she whispered as the campers around them started to disembark with loud promises of keeping in touch.

“No,” Charlie whispered, handing the passport out to Abby. “I want to do this. I want to meet mum.”

Abby nodded, taking the outstretched passport and handing Charlie her own. “And I’m desperate to meet dad.”

“Remember, he’s going to meet you at the gate in Waco, so you’re going to have to bring your A Game right away.”

“I’ve got a five-hour flight in order to prepare,” Abby assured. “I’m more worried about you. Uncle Bob is meeting you at the security desk. Are you ready?”

Charlie nodded, a look of steely determination overtaking her face. “I didn’t cut my hair and let you pierce my ears for nothing.”

Charlie thought that Amelia was going to have a heart attack when she walked into the Brig on their last day of their punishment to find them looking identical, their hair the same length and an extra pair of Abby’s earrings studding Charlie’s ears. She’d nearly collapsed onto one of the beds when she heard that they didn’t want to return to their cabin, that they wanted to stay in the Brig. To her credit, she didn’t ask any questions, just shook her head and walked away.

Abby nodded, fiddling with her duffle bag nervously. “Remember, Uncle Bob will be taking you from the airport to meet mum at home. She—”

“Abby, breathe,” Charlie placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders and shook her lightly. “Dad is going to love you. And mum is going to love me. And they’re not going to figure out that we swapped until we tell them a week from tomorrow.”

Abby bit her lip and nodded. “I know. I just…I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I know…” she smiled back. “I’m so excited to meet mum.”

Abby smiled suddenly and tugged her into a hug. “I’m so glad I met you,” she whispered, and Charlie wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tight.

“Me too.”

Abby pulled back, wiping at her eyes. “Okay. You need to get to the security desk. Remember, Uncle Bob will be waiting for you. Brown hair, tall, glasses.”

“And Dad will be waiting for you at the gate in Waco. He might have Uncle Rooster or Uncle Javy with him. You remember who is who?”

Abby nodded. “Rooster’s got the moustache. Javy has tattoos.”

“Exactly.”

The girls looked up as an announcement came over the loudspeaker, calling an Abigail Floyd to the security desk.

Charlie bit her lip anxiously. “I guess this is it.”

Abby grabbed her up in a hug again. “You’re going to be great. Call me whenever you need, and I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon!”

Charlie took a deep breath and headed off in the direction of the security desk. Coming around the corner, she saw him. A tall man in a pilot’s uniform, with brown hair and glasses, his blue eyes scanning over the crowd until he spotted her, his eyes studying her for a moment before breaking into a smile.

Charlie took a moment to compose herself, whispering under her breath in the British accent she had been practicing for weeks, “You can do this. You have to do this.”

“U-Uncle Bob!” she finally called out, her accent ringing true as she rushed towards him, tossing her duffle bag to the floor before launching herself into his arms.

“Whoa! Easy, kiddo!” Bob chuckled, gathering her into his arms. “I missed you too!”

“S-sorry,” she murmured into his neck, her arms tightening around his neck. “I just missed you so much.”

“Six weeks was a long time, huh?”

Charlie pulled back, sniffling slightly. “Yeah. It…it felt like a lifetime.”

Bob crouched in front of her, his brown eyes tracing over her features like an X-ray machine, and Charlie gulped. There was no way he could know she wasn’t Abby, right? They were identical, save for a few freckles here and there, and a scar that Charlie had on her knee. But nobody could remember the exact pattern of someone’s freckles, and her knees were covered, so there’s no way he knew.

Finally, he smiled. “It felt like a lifetime for me too, sweetheart.” He reeled her back in, hugging her tightly before releasing her and drawing himself up to his full height. “Now, come on. We’ve got to get you checked in and ready to go for our flight back home.”

Charlie woke with a start as she felt the plane touch down onto the runway, a smooth landing executed by a skilled pilot. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Even though Bob had been with Dagger Squad, like her dad and uncles, he was a WSO, not a pilot, so she was surprised to hear that he was flying passenger aircrafts after retiring, but Abby had told her all about how Bob had gone for his pilot’s license after retiring from the Navy and how Nat had helped him study and prepare.

Charlie gulped nervously. She had had the whole transatlantic flight to soothe her nerves over meeting her mother for the first time, to convince herself that her father wouldn’t be too disappointed in her for running away, to assure herself that her and Abby’s plan would work. She had a sister. And a mother. And an uncle and an aunt that she had never met before. The risk of her father’s disappointment was worth it in order to meet them.

As Abby had instructed her, she waited patiently in her seat until all the other passengers had cleared out before taking the duffle that was being pulled out of the overhead compartment by one of the flight attendants and heading towards the front of the plane, where her uncle was waiting.

“You ready to go see your mom?”

Charlie felt her cheeks flush. “Yes!”

Bob chuckled, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go see your mom.” Bob shouldered the duffle and led her off the plane, through customs, and down to a town car that was waiting for them. “From the last text she sent, your mom is working in her office at home, and Nat is at work,” Bob informed her quietly.

Right. Auntie Nat worked as a kickboxing instructor now since she was given a medical discharge from the Navy. And mom’s office was at the top of the stairs, two doors down on the right. Both Abby and Charlie had drawn maps of their houses, ensuring to include even the slightest detail so that there would be no surprises. Charlie had studied the map multiple times a day, until she felt like she could walk it in her sleep, even though she’d never been there before. Abby had also printed her a map of the neighbourhood when they were given their computer privileges back, as well as a map of the London tube system, though she had assured her that she would never have to take the tube alone if she didn’t want to.

“Abby?”

She hummed as her eyes darted here and there, taking in the old buildings and the people. They looked the same as the people in Texas, just less plaid and cowboy hats, but they seemed so different to her. She’d only been to a big city a few times, preferring to stick to her small ranching town, so everyone seemed so busy, rushing down the street, their cellphones stuck to their ears.

“Abigail?”

Everything was so new, so shiny. She gaped as an actual, real life red double decker bus drove by their town car, and her stomach was knotted over the fact that they were driving on the wrong side of the road.

“Abigail Floyd, for someone who hugged me so hard you almost cracked my rib, you sure seem intent on ignoring me right now.”

Charlie blinked. Abigail Floyd. That was her. Well, not her, but who she was supposed to be, at least for right now.

“Oh. Sorry, Uncle Bob,” she yanked her British accent into place. “I was just…reminiscing. You know, about camp…and about how homesick I was.”

Bob smiled softly at her, his blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “I’m glad you had such a good time. I know it’s a struggle to be away from home for so long, but I knew you’d have fun and make friends.”

“I did,” she replied quickly. “I met some great friends, and I downloaded WhatsApp onto my phone so I could keep in contact with them. Is that alright?”

“I’m sure your mom will be fine with that. That’s why she got you the phone, after all. To keep in touch with family and friends who are in the States,” Bob’s voice twinged with…something. Perhaps a hint of regret or maybe even anger.

“Good. Because I really like this one girl,” she grinned. “We became best friends.”

“That’s great, sweetheart,” he smiled back. “You never know where you’ll find your best friend.”

“Like you and Auntie Nat, right? You met at Top Gun.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

Charlie grinned. “Now the two of you are basically brother and sister.”

Bob chuckled. “Yeah, we basically are. Maybe you and this girl will be like sisters too,” he replied, shooting her a playful look out of the corner of his eye.

She gave him a tight-lipped grin in return. Uncle Bob had always been strangely intuitive, she knew that much from Abby’s stories, but he was hitting a lot of nails on their heads right now and it was spooking her like crazy. So much so, that she hadn’t even registered that the car had stopped moving.

“We’re here!” she cried, scrambling to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car, her uncle’s echoing behind her as she launched herself out of the open door and up the stairs towards the bright red front door.

“The door’s open, sweetheart, so you can go on in,” Bob called, grabbing her duffle and his suitcase from the trunk of the car.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she opened the door into the flat that Abby shared with their mother, uncle, and aunt.

The interior was exactly as Abby had described. Homey and cozy, but still posh. The living room to the left of the door held brown leather couches, lots of bookcases, and a few plants hanging from the curtain rod. The window seat was where Abby and their mother read, together and separately. Charlie knew that the kitchen was just on the other side of the living room, where her family ate dinner together whenever Uncle Bob wasn’t flying.

But Charlie wasn’t interested in any of that, no matter how comfy it looked after a long international flight. No, her sights were set on the staircase in front of her, which she climbed slowly, her legs trembling with each step. She could picture Abby’s map so clearly in her mind: the first door on the right was the bathroom, the second was mom’s office, and the third was Bob’s bedroom. On the left came mom’s bedroom, then Abby’s, then Auntie Nat’s.

Charlie stepped onto the landing of the staircase, her eyes locked on the door of the second room on the right, which was cracked open just a touch. Her heart pounding in her chest, she slowly approached and, with a ringing in her ears, she quietly pressed the door open and walked inside.

There she was.

Charlie dashed at the tears that were welling in her eyes at the sight of her mother. Her mother. She wasn’t some imaginary figure anymore. She was solid flesh and bone. For years to come, Charlie would be able to picture the way her eyes scanned over the screen in front of her, the way her hair was piled up on top of her head, the way her slim fingers danced across the laptop keys, the way her buttercup tattoo peeked out from the neckline of her shirt. They weren’t images conjured up by her lonely mind anymore. They were real. She was real.

“M-Mum?” she whispered.

Her mother almost jumped out of her chair. “Oh my…Abby?”

Charlie swallowed hard as she nodded. “I’m home.”

“Oh, honey, I missed you so much!” Buttercup scooted her wheely chair across the floor and pulled her into a hug, and Charlie felt herself melt as she hugged her mother back just as tightly.

“I missed you too, mum,” she whispered.

“Six weeks is just way too long, love. I don’t care how much Auntie Nat raved about this camp, six weeks of you being across the ocean is just way too much for me.”

“I agree,” Charlie nodded into her shoulder. “I don’t want to be away from you for that long ever again.” She sniffled as she felt her mother press a kiss into her hair before pulling away.

“You won’t be, love. I promise.” Buttercup’s thumbs gently stroked away the tears from her daughter’s cheeks before tugging her into a hug again. “I meant to be finished with this chapter before you got home so we could spend the rest of the day together.”

“That’s alright. Is it coming along?”

Abby had filled her in on how their mother was a relatively successful author, Charlie even recognizing a few of her book titles from her bookshelf at home. Their mother’s writing was part of why Abby felt that their parents would fall in love again when they had to meet to switch them back. Buttercup’s current, more adult story was about a military man meeting and falling in love with an artistic woman, falling apart, and coming back together to live a happily ever after, and it had Abby convinced that their mother still had feelings for their father.

“I’m struggling, baby,” Buttercup sighed. “These two clearly love each other, but I can’t seem to figure out how to get them back together.” Buttercup looked up and smiled at her. “But they don’t matter right now,” she shut her laptop with a click. “What do you say you and I go out for lunch? You can fill me in on everything that happened at camp. I want to know everything. Six weeks is just way too long and I just know that you have stories to share.”

Charlie’s smile was so wide, it hurt her cheeks. “I’d love that, mum.”

Buttercup pulled her into another hug and kissed her hair. “Go get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.” Buttercup smiled as she pulled away from her. “I missed you so much, baby. I love you.”

Charlie’s heart sang in her chest. She knew, of course, that her mom thought she was talking to Abby, but it didn’t matter to her. Her mom loved her, it didn’t matter who she was directing those words to. No one would be able to take them away from her. They would echo in her mind for an eternity. She’d heard those words from her father a million times, and they meant the world to her, but from her mother? They were sacred, special. They felt like a gift she hadn’t know she was going to receive.

“I love you too, mum,” she whispered, hugging her tight before racing towards the bedroom Abby had marked out for her on the map.

She finally had a mother, and she wasn’t going to miss a second.

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[xxejinn]

▶ 【 “ Luffy x Reader ( One Shot ! ) ” 】

「 Sweet Dream 」

disclaimer: one shot / short story

Imagine..

『 Monkey D. Luffy ✩ ! ! 』

“ ZORO, what do you think of a child? ”

Blinked twice as he stared at the captain, confused by what Luffy questioned him.

“ Did you bumped you're head or something? ”

As usual, Luffy would sit at his favourite place on the ship and keep on staring into the sunset in front of him.

“ I had this dream nowadays. A girl and.. me."

Zoro remains silence, absolutely don't have any clue on how to reply his nakama's question. "Luffy.. take a rest. It's been days you keep on the look out."

Luffy didn't speak.

"How many years now.. since she's been missing?"

" 5 years and a half. "

Luffy smiled , " Ahh.. I see. " His gazed still fixed on the view in front of him as his smile keeps on going wider.

" Luffy.. stop thinking about her anymore. "

" She will come back, Zoro. I know. Y/n.. will come back. "

No matter how many times Zoro pursued Luffy to forget about Y/n, he only shows his smile and often repeated the same words.

" Y/n will come back.. "

All the crew knows how deep is Luffy's love towards the woman that they thought were once their friend. The incident where took a lot for them to fight with disbelief that Y/n is a traitor keeps lingering around them as she left them.

Until now, they decided to let things go and of course trying their best to forget about her. Acting as if she was never one of them.

One thing for sure, Luffy always stay.

Count days, weeks to month and turns to years.

He never missed repeating the same words when the crew wanted him to moved on. Zoro once get into fight with Luffy about this but let it slide after seeing Luffy becomes a sad loner - lonely.

" He's just broken, Zoro. "

Sanji tap on his shoulder. " Dinner time . Let me take turn for now. "

Zoro sigh. He took last glance at Luffy's back before leave. Sanji takes turn and try to talk with Luffy.

" I cook your favorite foods, Luffy. Let's eat before it gets cold. "

" Go ahead. I'll join later. "

Sanji sigh, " Luffy.. you used to be the one who comes first when you're hungry. What happens to that now ? "

Luffy just silent. He let Sanji talks behind him but he only had one questions in his mind ,

" Y/n.. where are you ? "

✩　✩　✩　✩　✩　✩　✩　✩　✩

“Father, please. I want to see ( D/N ) just for a second.”

↺⇢ D/N ~ Daughter's Name

A man in black cloak gives the woman with crimson red hair who is looking at him with a fiery and determined gazed. She has a fair skin and slim figures.

Her gazed didn't even make him flinched.

“ How rude !! Where are your manners !? ”

“ I'm done with all the formalities. I want my daughter now ! "

The man scoffed. " You mean.. that pirate's daughter? You should feel grateful because the others could still accept her existence into our clan."

Y/n clenched her fist.

" She's your granddaughter. Whatever. I don't care about this clan's affair. (D/N) is my daughter ! She's not part of this fucking clan. Like it or not. I will be taking her from here. "

The man in front of her sighed.

He tapped on the wooden wall behind him as a secret passage just right behind him opens.

A young girl with black hair popped out and immediately run towards Y/n. She gasped in excitement and rushed over to hug her daughter.

" (D/N) .. you're alright. "

" Mama! "

Y/n do a check-up on her and relief to find she's in one piece and no trace of wound found anywhere.

"Leave at dawn. The ceremony starts tomorrow morning. We can't risk any circumstances during your runaway so.. don't messed up, Y/n."

Y/n stared at her father, the Chief of their clan. She suddenly went clueless, she thought her father would be somewhat- a bad guy trying to stop her from being together with her daughter.

"Father.. I-"

" I love you , Grandpa !! "

A slight tinted pink flushed through the Chief's cheeks after (D/N) released their hug.

Y/n smiled. The chief clear his throat and pat his granddaughter's head. " Be good. Don't troubles your Mama more. Never let your guard down, okay princess?"

Their attraction somehow made Y/n's heart flutters.

"Then.. you should prepared now. Hideki will guide both of you."

Before they leave, the chief called.

"Send my regards to him when you met him."

Y/n smiled, " I will, Father. Then.. until later."

"Be careful, my princesses."

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english is not my first language.

luffy x reader ! + daughter !

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Thunder In Our Hearts (Part 1)

Summary: While attempting to break out of the facility she’s been trapped in, the reader discovers Soldier Boy, knowing he’s her only way out alive. After an explosive escape, the pair strike a deal. He kills who she wants, she finds the location of who he wants dead while helping him get used to the modern world. But the pair have more in common than they’d like to admit and forced proximity has a way of making even assholes seem like they aren’t the bad guy...

Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language, nudity, violence, drug/abuse mentions, male masturbation 

A/N: There will be spoilers for Season 3 of The Boys in this one. It picks up about a week after the end of Season 3. Not sure how long this series will go but I hope I get some mileage out of this one!…

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Your heart was in your throat as you shoved open the black door, quickly slamming it behind you. Sweat ran down your face as you took in the space. It was a dim room, no lights on aside from those coming from some kind of chamber in the center. Fuck, you needed a weapon and now.

You jogged over to it, looking through the top window, eyes going wide.

Was that a naked fucking Soldier Boy?

The alarm blaring overhead made it hard to concentrate but even with the mask on his face, you were pretty sure that was him. But if he was in here, then that meant the news was very clearly not telling the truth about him. You heard another siren sound off, that combined with your need for a way out and him probably not being a crazed killer was good enough for you.

You ran to the end of the chamber and hit the green button, pulling open the door, the padded table he was laid on extending out to the room. The second he was close enough, you ripped off his mask, just in time to see the door fly open.

“Hands up!” shouted one of the men dressed in black, pointing a very large gun at you, more of them spilling in the room. “Hands-”

“Code red! Code red!” another voice rang out as Soldier Boy sat upright. All of their weapons turned on him and you hit the ground, shots ringing out quickly. It didn’t take long for it to go quiet aside from the alarms. Risking a glance up, you saw Soldier Boy standing over you, a question in his eyes.

“I let you out. You owe me a way out of this hellhole.” He didn’t say anything, instead went to one of the guards and took off his pants and boots, shoving them on hastily. You stood upright, Soldier Boy narrowing his eyes at you. “What?”

“Get in the box.” You shook your head but he picked you up like nothing, tossing you inside. He slammed the table tray back in and locked the door, ignoring your fists pounding on the glass. “Not my fault if you don’t survive this.”

His bare muscular chest began to glow and you watched him walk out of the room. There were gunshots and alarms, voices yelling. Without warning, the chamber was thrown off its stand and went straight through an observation window and what you guessed was a wall.

And another wall. 

And another.

When you finally stopped moving, your eyes flashed open to see night sky and burning rubble. Everything ached but then again, it’d been doing that before you got hurtled through the fucking building. He’d brought the whole place down with that blast of his, killing everyone inside.

Aside from the fact you were trapped, your escape plan was turning out better than you could have hoped for.

You kicked on the door to the chamber for a minute with your bare feet, stopping when you realized it was useless. When a knock came on the glass, you jumped, staring up at Soldier Boy.

“I got you out of the building. We’re even,” he said with a slight smirk. 

“Let me out of here and then we’re even.” His face soured, eyes roaming over your body. “Put your dick near anything of mine and I’ll rip it off, supe or no supe.”

“How old are you?” You raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes. “Are you from the present day or not?”

“I’m not a hundred if that’s what you’re asking, Grandpa,” you growled. “Let me-”

“If I let you out, you help me find someone. After that happens, you and me can part ways. Deal?”

“Why does it matter how old I am?” 

“Because if you don’t know how to survive in this world, then I would have let you walk away. But you can help me so you’re stuck with me. I think you know what I’m capable of. So do we have a deal or do you want to suffocate in that thing?”

“If you kill who I want you to, first, then I’ll help find this person,” you said. His eyes were cold but he opened the chamber, allowing you to climb out. He yanked you to your feet, his gaze as hard as his grip. “Buddy if you’re gonna kill me get it over with. Otherwise let’s get the hell out of here.”

With that he released you, spinning around and hoisting you up on his back.

“What the-”

“Unless your little feet can handle all the debris, you’re along for the ride,” he said, walking for a treeline.

“Just get us to a car and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Three hours later you were pulling the stolen car under a tree, Soldier Boy popping up from where he’d been asleep in the back. You opened the door, grumbling when he didn’t even ask before picking you up again. He carried you over to the little cabin nearby, tucked away far back from the road in the woods.

“Nice house,” he scoffed. You rolled your eyes and pushed open the heavy door, hitting the light switch. You gave him a big ass smile when he saw it actually was nicely renovated on the inside, Soldier Boy brushing past you.

“There’s two bedrooms and a bathroom down that hall. You’ll take the smaller room,” you said, locking the door shut and turning on the heat. He chuckled and turned around, crossing his arms.

“This little badass act, while adorable-” 

“You were saying?” you said, Soldier Boy cut off when you grabbed his crotch and squeezed. Hard. “What about my badass act?”

He growled, eye twitching.

“That’s what I thought.” You released him, trying to step past when he pushed you back against the door, picking you straight up, holding you by your arms.

“I don’t need this shit, right now. Make yourself useful and find me some goddamn clothes,” he said. You kicked him in the nuts, a flash of annoyance on his face but he didn’t move an inch. “Bitch, don’t test me.”

“Bitch, the world doesn’t revolve around you. You want clothes? Get them your damn self. This is my safehouse. I let you out and we made a deal. We are partners right now whether you like it or not.” You shoved on his chest and he dropped you, not saying a word when you went straight into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. 

Of course this was your luck. You make your way out only to be stuck with a piece of shit asshole supe in your safe space. With a sigh you looked in the mirror, immediately closing your eyes. 

You could deal with him tomorrow.

Tonight, you just wanted a shower and something to eat.

“Here,” you said two hours later, dropping a bag of clothes on the end of the couch where Soldier Boy was sat in his bath towel still. “What the fuck are you watching?”

“A classic,” he said. You shook your head at his shitty movie, his acting downright awful in it. “You ever see it?”

“Pretty sure my dad was obsessed with them,” you said, dropping a different bag on the kitchen table. “I got food. One time only cause I need a favor from you.”

“Of course she does,” he said. He grinned when you took off your shirt. He immediately dropped his towel and you groaned. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you nice and wet first. I like my ladies to have a good time.”

“I don’t want you dick, dick. I need a stitch on my back.” You turned around and pointed at the bandaged hiding a gash between your shoulder blades. “You can stitch right?”

“I saw my mother stitch plenty of times.” 

“Dear god help me,” you mumbled. “Eat first while it’s hot. I can handle a few more minutes like this.” 

You dumped the food on the table, neither one of you caring much about manners. It’d been a long time since you’d had something hot to eat and if you were to guess based on how he was shoveling food down, he was pretty hungry himself. He quickly spotted the whiskey on the kitchen counter and took a big swig of it before handing it to you.

You knew you drank too much but your body hurt and he was about to be shoving a needle through your skin like a caveman. When you finally pulled off the bottle, you shivered, taking a large bite of a burger.

“At least you know how to drink,” he said, letting out a burp. “You got any drugs around here?”

“Nothing besides some pain killers,” you said, nodding back at a cabinet. He got up and took the bottle out when your stomach finally felt full, rolling his eyes at it. “I don’t exactly sit around getting high in my free time.”

“You should. You’re wound up so tight surprised whatever dick gets shoved up there doesn’t snap right off.” 

“God, you’re insufferable. Can you just stitch my back so we can both go to fucking bed? We’ll hit the grocery store and I’ll find you some weed tomorrow, got it?” You stood up and reached into the same cabinet he’d been in, pulling out the red bag. After a moment and Soldier Boy drinking down a third of the bottle, you had your bandage off and the needle ready to go.

You held it out to him and turned around, closing your eyes when he took it from you.

“Just space it evenly and remember to tie it at the end,” you said. “Like your mom did.”

He slipped the needle through the skin and you were grateful the alcohol had dulled the sensation somewhat. 

“We were rich,” he said quietly. “We had maids. I don’t think my mother sewed after she met my father when she was a teenager.”

“Did you see the maids do it?” you asked, wincing at the pull of skin.

“As a boy before I was sent off to boarding school. My father didn’t care for me very much.”

“Mine was a piece of shit too.” He deftly tied off the thread with a gentler touch than you were expecting, his long fingers tracing over the scars on your back.

“What a shame to mark up a beautiful woman like this,” he said. But it didn’t sound scummy. He seemed genuinely saddened about it.

“My experience with men in general, my dad, my commanding officers, the people at that place, tends to end up the same way. If you ever lay a hand on me again without permission, deal or no deal, you better kill me because I’ll be adding your name to the list, got it?” You felt him wipe over the gash and place a bandage on it, handing you back your shirt. You looked over your shoulder, Soldier Boy tossing the needle in the trash.

“What’s your name?” he asked. 

“Y/N.”

“I’m Ben,” he said softly. “And I might be a son of a bitch and I might want my way and I’ve slept with more women than I can count. But I don’t hurt women like that so there’s not gonna be a problem. Got it?”

“You used to beat on your team. All of your team,” you said. He lifted his chin and wrinkled his nose. “Everyone is beneath you in your eyes. Everyone except your dear old dead daddy who is never going to love you so you might as well accept it and move on.”

He chuckled, running his hand through his fluffy strands. “You got a lot of fucking nerve speaking to me like that knowing I could kill you in less than a second.”

“Isn’t it nice to have an honest to god conversation for once though? And a bit of advice? Let go of your failure of a father. The sooner you do, the sooner you can move on with your life.” You gathered up the trash and threw it in the bin, Soldier Boy catching your bicep when you headed for the bedrooms. You turned your head up to meet his green eyes, his jaw clenched.

“For the record, you’re just as fucked up as I am. I saw what you did to those guards in the hallway.”

“I never said I wasn’t. I just don’t wear a fucking costume and run around pretending I’m better than everyone else for my asshole father’s approval. We’re never good enough to them. So just forget him.” You stared at his hand, fingers slowly releasing you. “Goodnight.”

“Y/N,” he said when you got to the bedroom door. You sighed, turning to look back at him. “Don’t ever play Russian music around me.”

“Why?”

“Just…don’t. Safer that way.”

“Whatever,” you said, shutting the door behind you and finally falling into bed.

“Soldier Boy,” you said the next day around lunch when you’d gotten back from the store. “Soldier Boy! Ben! I’m back!” 

The house was quiet and you went out the back door, immediately frowning at him from where he sat on the patio chair. Naked. Jerking off.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, Soldier Boy giving you a glance over his shoulder. “Is that my fucking lube?”

“Technically it was in my room so I think it’s my lube,” he said with a cheeky smile. “It’s not like anyone’s around. Last time I did it outside-”

“There are wipes on the counter. Just clean up after yourself and keep you and your dick to your room from now on okay?” you asked. 

“Alright. You sure you don’t want to have sex?” You sighed, Soldier Boy shrugging. “I’m always down for-”

“When you’re done, get dressed. I have a name on my list I want you to deal with by the end of today.”

He stood up, still stroking himself, and aimed off the edge of the small porch, body tensing as he came. 

“You are disgusting,” you said. 

“You don’t come for forty years and tell me how much pent up need to come you got,” he said. He maybe had a slight point but he could go about it a much better way. “Hey, did you find my suit and shield by the way?”

“There’s an extra set at a collector’s house. It’s past where we need to go and no, we are not killing the man to get it. He should be at work so we can just steal it.” 

“I don’t know where you got this idea from but I don’t kill innocent people for fun. I’m not a bad guy.” He stared you down, letting the words soak in. “Suit first, then we’ll go deal with the first person on your list.”

“Why suit first?”

“Don’t you want your dad to have the full experience of seeing his favorite superhero in the flesh before that supe kills him?” He patted your cheek with his clean hand and smirked. “I can read you like a book, kiddo. Some of those scars are old. I know who gave them to you. So. Suit first?”

“...Suit first.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

#soldier boy fanfic #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #the boys fanfic #soldier boy reader insert #soldier boy x #soldier boy x you

[yakumtsaki]

-Oh Sunset, I'm so lucky to be in a loving relationship with such a kind, loyal and non-criminally insane person such as yourself!

You're so on the money, buddy, the only thing you missed was 'sexually repelled by cousins'.

-I CAN'T DO THIS, TYLER, YOU'RE SUFFOCATING ME -I'm sorry! Also my name is Ty! -I KNOW BUT IT'S A STUPID NAME AND I'M NOT CALLING YOU THAT

She's right, Ty, and to top it off your last name isn't Union, it's like you're not even trying!

Bruh.. This chain of interactions from the hugging to the insulting to the making out took place in about 1 minute, I can't believe Stacy and Julian of all couples produced Sunset. Why can't you be more like your parents?? They were my cutest, healthiest couple ever!!

-They only thing they cared about having sex 50 a times a day! Aunt June basically raised me!!

Omg I'm looking at the pics of the spare updates I never posted because I suck and YA SHE DID, that explains so much, June is truly the platonic ideal of the hot-batshit combo.

Speaking of batshit-

-And hot!

If you say so, Barth is putting the moves on Marla Biggs, whomst we last saw when June (there she is again) used her to dump Erik-

-Yes, and that one wolf whistle from June turned me gay for all eternity, so don't even bother!

-UGH. So I guess I have no choice..

-..but to sleep with another one of my second cousins! -Oh Barth, I can't believe this is finally happening!!! -I know, Cyan, it took way too long!

We've been here for a week.

-Don't worry, nothing will interrupt this magical moment-WHAT THE FUCK I'M BEING CHEATED ON GOTTA RUN SORRY CYAN CATCH YOU LATER

Ok apparently I was laughing too hard to take a decent pic, but yes, BARTHOLOMEW CAUGHT HIS COUSIN 'CHEATING' ON HIM AS HE WAS HOOKING UP WITH HIS OTHER COUSIN. I HATE MY GAME.

-AND I HATE YOU, SUNSET. YOU BROKE MY HEART -FUCK YOU, BARTHOLOMEW, I'M NOT GONNA BE PART OF YOUR SECOND COUSIN HAREM -I HOPE YOU DROWN IN THE POOL -This was so beautiful, Sunset, I think I'm falling in love with you💙 -GET OUT OF HERE, TYLER -It's Ty! -NO ONE CARES, ASSHOLE -DON'T TALK TO TYLER LIKE THAT -That's not my name! -IT IS NOW, SHUT UP

I gotta hand it to Ty, he's in it to win it, whatever it is one could possibly 'win' when it comes to Sunset.

-Oh Sunset, you're the queen of my heart! -Gross!🥰

-Aw baby, I love spending all our awake time woohooing and doing nothing interesting, huhu!🌞 -It really is the best, thanks to your horrific LTW we don't even have to try! It's so awful people are bound to vote for us just to watch the trainwreck!

Ya I wish I had a counter-argument but you two really have this thing figured out, even I wanna watch me have a mental breakdown trying to raise your 6 asshole kids.

-Our kids are not gonna be assholes!🌞

LOL YA OK MEADOW, whatever helps you sleep at night.

-Meadow and Felina are not the only ones with a perfect relationship! Britannicus and I are also deeply in love!! I'm writing a novel about it as we speak!!!

Jimmy no offense but I literally forgot you live here and I can barely remember who Britannicus is half the time.

-THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED

Oh Britannicus here you are, thank God, you're so indispensable to this legacy!

-All you main-houser bitches look down on me but I have a lot to offer!! I'm grandpa Gunther's heir!!!

Of course you are, now give us the pizza so the people who matter don't die.

-I'll show you! I'll show you all!! >:(

Yes yes, it's been lovely catching up-

-and now it's time to get serious and break Cyan and Barth up! Hit us with your best shot, Marg, we've been on a winning streak lately with those matches, please don't go back to Cyn's leftovers.

-Got you, say no more..

-Here's Kennedy Cox!

MARGARET

-Well it's very hard to find someone Cyneswith hasn't banged!

Ok ya that's very true but Cyan is understandably like 😬 so let's try this again, here's another dollar.

-Alright, you didn't want Cyneswith leftovers..

-How about Sandy the Zombie leftovers??

I hope I don't have to explain to you why that's SO MUCH WORSE

-And I hope I don't have to explain to you that you get what you pay for when you give a dollar for a date!

Fucking touche, Marg, get out of here.

And now for another sequence of events so absolutely ridic I'm just gonna describe it with no dialogue:

So I send Cyan inside to check the college directory thing and see what available bachelors we might booty call up, but there's no one that I like for her so I send her back out to ask Margaret for another dollar date-

-once outside, we find BRITANNICUS SERENADING BARTHOLOMEW, to which Cyan has no reaction as she's probably too shocked-

-poor dumbass loved up Jimmy has no clue and is inside getting high-

-Cyan asks Marg for another date as Barth is performing the Second Cousin Vagina Monologues-

-Margaret gives us Neon Vest Zomb AGAIN and I'm like wtf-

-at which point Britannicus, who just one moment ago was serenading Barth, WOLF WHISTLES AT CYAN-

-CAUSING BARTH TO FEEL CHEATED ON AND DUMP HER

-BETRAYED BY MY OWN BLOOD TWICE IN ONE DAY! OH, THE SHAME!

BARTH SHUT UP. BRITANNICUS WHAT. THE. HELL

-I told you! >:D

Ok you know what, at least with this I feel we have peaked and there is simply no way the situation in this house can get more insane and degenerate-

-Think again!

NO FUCKING WAY. NO. SPICE WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU'RE DATING ELDERLY GOOD WITCH, I SPECIFICALLY FOUND YOU A GF TO KEEP YOU OUT OF THIS BS

-I know but there's something almost genetically inherited drawing me to Cyan! -Yes, It's almost like our parents were into each other but there was some invisible force separating them!

YA THAT WAS THE LAWS OF NATURE

-Oh please, it was the extended family mod and we no longer have to function under its oppression!

NOTHING IN THIS HOUSE IS REMOTELY FUNCTIONING. You know what, enjoy this while it lasts because I'm breaking every single one of you mofos up, istg I feel like I'm fighting the Hydra, I chop one semi-incestuous head off and two others pop up. WELL I'LL WIN LIKE HERACLES

I'd like to end this disgusting update with this image of the rose Ty left for Sunset next to the flaming shitbag Neon Vest Zombie left for Cyan. What is this world coming to that men no longer appreciate you cheating on them with 2 of your cousins during a date?? Chivalry is dead!

#unions #gen 4 #ts2 #long post

[thevelria]

A diary from 1920 (SFW/husband!gangster!Gojo x fem!reader)

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Let me present the surprise shot which I wrote to my lovely followers. It's a lovely, sweet story about an undying love!

Warnings: mentions of war and scars.

Wordcount: 1580

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Fighting back her tears, Claire tried to organize your belongings in the attic. In the midst of dusty boxes, cobwebs and insane mess she tried to stay strong. You passed away only a few months ago. As she tried to lift an old box it suddenly burst open. After a loud thud she noticed several books wrapped into black lace cloths. 

They were your diaries. Claire seemed really surprised because you never told her of ever writing a diary. The past always appeared to be vague, even mysterious. Every single time she tried to get answers you waved and smiled at her “Dear, it’s been so long since I don’t even remember.” Which was a lie of course. You did remember every single minute you spent with your husband. The way you built your family and your empire in the underground. But you two made an oath the second all the business became legal. The past needs to stay hidden.  

Your granddaughter was more than eager to finally be able to dig into every secret she yearned to learn about for so long. 

“The weather was freezing cold today in the market. I was afraid I would lose some of my fingers. Winters have been truly cruel in the past few years. Even if I rubbed my hands from time to time and wore my thick, fluffy gloves it didn’t help at all. I was busy warming my catty hands when a man walked up to my stand. His husky voice snapped me back to reality and suddenly I didn’t know how to react. Then I looked at him. Oh my God those eyes! Those marvelous eyes that glow in ocean blue! He asked for some veggies, nothing more. Graciously he thanked me for the service and also left me a generous tip which made me a bit suspicious. I didn’t understand how a rich man like him handles his own shopping.

London,22.11.1920.”

“In the last two weeks Saturo came to my stand every single day. He bought something I bet he didn’t even need. We chatter more and more. I find him adorable and I might even like him. Two days ago he invited me out for coffee and I accepted it without hesitation. He talked about the time he had spent in the army in WWI. During the war he served in France and lost many of his comrades. To this day he is plagued by nightmares, so he can’t sleep too much. He preferred to be buried in work. However, he didn’t reveal much about it. It’s as mysterious as if you want to keep quiet about something. He said there was a bar downtown that he owned. On the weekend he will take me there to have some fun.”

Claire read the lines at such a pace that it was hardly possible to follow what was happening. You began dating Satoru, her grandpa. And even if you were spending more and more time together you still didn’t know what your lovely man was doing. Years later, the source of the money was still shrouded in mystery, even if you were married. Those days were different. Today it is almost impossible to imagine a marriage like this. Not knowing what your husband does for a living? But back then…it was just different. You followed the rules of the society and kept your thoughts to yourself. After reading the umpteenth worn diary, the ice finally broke. 

“One evening some of Satoru’s friends, or rather business associates, came over to our home. When he has guests I’m never allowed near his office room. He says he doesn’t want me to be burdened with the unpleasant troubles of business. But that day I couldn’t help my unceasing curiosity. I sneaked around and started eavesdropping. At first I thought I misheard something. They talked about gambling, weapons and late shipments. I stood there as if my body had been frozen to stone. Even if I wanted to leave I couldn’t move. Then I heard the creaking of chair legs, I knew they were about to leave the room. So I took a deep breath and walked hurriedly to our bedroom. That night I laid sleepless next to him. The next morning I gathered my courage and asked him what I had heard. I just learned that my husband was an influential man in the underground. A gangster. Satoru committed so many crimes that he could face hundreds of years in prison. Or they would just hang him. I felt sick as he kept revealing different stories about the business. After letting him finish he seemed relieved, because he finally felt free. He claimed he wanted to tell me the truth a long time ago but he was afraid I would leave him. I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind. In the end however, I stayed. Why? Because I love him! And nothing can separate us! Nothing!

17.10.1926”

Claire put down the diary for a second, blinking fast and trying to process what she just read. “Grandpa was a gangster? Holy shit! That’s dope.” she thought before grabbing the next book. 

“Sakura was born a few weeks ago. She’s so sweet and tiny, such a lovely little princess. Satoru is already in love with his daughter. I can see the sparks in his eyes every time he lifts her up. When he hugs her or plays with her. At that time he’s not a criminal, a villain, no. Then he’s just a father who adores his child. And it’s not a lie that he’s the best husband in the world. Attentive, kind, caring and passionate. He never lets me feel like there’s something more important than Sakura or me.”

“It’s been years since he passed away and I didn’t even want to write a diary anymore. But we lived a decent life together and I want our love to get an ending. So for the last time I will write down my thoughts.

That night Satoru promised to take me to our favorite restaurant for dinner. Just the two of us. We needed some quality time together. The meal was delicious and we had so much fun. Even after all these years I was still in love with my husband. I loved all his silly jokes he told me and I laughed at them just as if I'd heard them for the first time. He seemed so proud when he made me laugh and I found him adorable. 

On the way home we walked hand in hand. We chatted about sweet nothings when he took a deep breath and said he changed his mind about his job. He assured me that everything would soon be legal. He just needed some time to sort it out. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so happy. Everything seemed perfect!

Then, out of the blue, we heard the sound of a deafening siren. Everyone started to panic on the street. We didn’t know then what we know today. For us, that was the moment World War II began…

Things really got out of hand and in a few days Satoru was saying goodbye. “Everything will be fine. I’ll be back soon.” he said. I can still hear his voice as I think about this. He tried to appear strong and calm. But he was terrified, because he knew what awaited him, since he had already survived a war. He gave me a kiss, hugged Sakura and walked out the door. 

Years have passed without hearing anything from him. But I didn’t lose hope, he promised me he was coming back to me. We heard rumors that the war finally came to an end, but Satoru still didn’t appear. I was worried and desperate. I wanted my husband more than anything. One day, I remember that day clearly, someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night. And there he was, my sweet and beautiful man. He dropped all of his stuff and hugged me so tight I thought he was going to break my bones. We both cried without saying a single word. After he came in and we walked to the living room I noticed his face was covered with scars. Later I found out his whole body was covered with them. Satoru told me what happened to him, but I don’t want to write it down. I don’t want to remember the feeling his story caused me. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. My husband went through hell. 

With the end of the war things were getting settled down and we started to rebuild the empire. I was a partner in everything and I never asked any questions. I think it was around the birth of the twins when we finally were able to turn every business legal. From that point both of our lives changed. Happy, calm life…that’s what we had. For me Satoru was and will ever be the only one. And even if I miss him terribly I know he’s waiting for me and one day we’ll meet again. Because even death cannot tear us apart.”

Claire got to the end of the diary. There were no more notes, no more stories. She closed the book with teary eyes and placed it among the others. “I will keep your secret, grandma.” she whispered. 

#jjk gojo #fanfiction #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk satoru #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk fanfic #gangster gojo #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[catierambles]

Blood Curse Ch.2

Pairing: TBD

“I’m sorry.” Melody said, bringing her head up from her hands. “Run that past me again? My ancestor cursed your guys’ ancestor into turning into a wolfman on the full moon?” She sounded incredulous and they didn’t blame her.

“Sounds batshit, doll, but it’s true.” Sy said. He had shown up at one point and was leaning against Walter’s desk while Walter sat on the short couch he had in his office with Melody.

“Trust me, Melody.” Walter said, “If someone did to my daughter what Albert Marshall did to that little girl, I would put a bullet in his head and call it a day. Consequences be damned.”

“Okay, then.” She said, dropping her head back in her hands.

“The man was a monster, so the girls’ momma cursed him to be monster.” Sy said, “I don’t think she expected it to get passed down, though.”

“Yeah, probably not.” Melody said, picking her head up again. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Sy said.

“I’m not saying I believe you guys, because it sounds pretty fucking unbelievable, but I—earlier I felt...something.” She said, “And when you came into the room, I felt it again.”

“Your blood cursed ours.” Walter said, “It feels the curse.”

“You’re takin’ it better than your relatives, though.” Sy said, “Last Cartwright witch I met tried to kill me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“New boot in Iraq, just outta Basic. He got transferred to my command. First patrol we ran, he shot at me. I told the brass it was an accident and pulled some strings to get’im transferred.” Sy explained briefly and she blinked at him. “Yeah. He was probably told that if he ever ran across someone like us, shoot first and ask questions later. We sorted shit before his transfer so he knows that not all of us are rabid beasts, but ya know.”

“Right.” Melody said and looked over at Walter. “You have a daughter?”

“Faye. She’s twelve.” He said, “Her mum and I are divorced and Angie has primary custody. I have her every other weekend and on school holidays. “ He shrugged, “When work allows.”

“Does she—don’t tell me your daughter...”

“Only hits the men.” Sy said, shaking his head.

“Oh thank god.” She said with a relieved sigh, her eyes closing briefly. “So, wait, that means you two are related, right? I mean, distantly. Obviously not directly, you obviously grew up in vastly different environments.”

“Second cousins.” Sy said, “We share great-grandparents. My grandma, his great-aunt, moved from the UK to the US, settled in Texas, got married and had babies. His grandpa, my great-uncle, stayed in the UK. We have another second cousin, August, whose grandma, our great aunt also moved to the US and settled in DC.”

“How the hell did you guys find each other?”

“One of them mail in family tree things.” Sy said with a shrug, “It’s how I found Walt, and a few weeks later August, who’s got some shady government job, rung us up.”

“O-okay then.” She said, “I mean, wolves pack together, right?”

“Never thought of it that way, but yeah.” Sy admitted. “Actually, hold on. Walt, can I use your phone?” Walter made a gesture and Sy went around his desk, punching in a number and putting it on speaker.

“Walker.”

“Hey, Auggie, it’s Sy.” He said, “I got a...well, we got a Cartwright witch here.”

“Are they still alive?” August asked immediately and her brows jumped slightly.

“Yeah she’s still alive, ya donkey!” Sy said indignantly.

“Hi there.” Melody chimed in.

“Why is she still alive?”

“Because we’re sitting in the middle of a goddamn police station and we ain’t fuckin’ animals.” Sy said, “Thought we should give you a heads up, bye.” He hung up the phone, almost slamming the receiver down. “Donkey.”

“He seems...nice.” Melody said and Walter snorted, laying his hand on her back and rubbing slightly. “Sy, Walter said...he said I “made it quiet”. What does that mean?” Sy explained the growling they all constantly heard and she gave a heavy blink. “Well that sounds like an aggressive form of tinnitus.”

“Ya get used to it.” He said with a shrug and she pushed up from the couch, going to him. His hands clenched at his sides at her approach, but he shook them out. Laying her hands on his chest, his jaw clenching at the contact, she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. All tension suddenly left his body and he pressed a hand to Walter’s desk to keep himself upright. “It’s gone. Fuck, I didn’t realize how loud it was until it stopped.” Leaning into her, he rested his head on her shoulder. “Shit.” Her hands came around to press into his back, moving over his t-shirt. “It’s so fuckin’ quiet.”

“Glad I could help.” She said, her hands still moving over his back in soothing motions and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck. A sigh deflated his chest as he held her and one of her hands went to the back of his head, her nails moving through the dark stubble covering his scalp.

“Shit.” He sighed, holding her tighter and Walter got up from the couch, going to them. She looked at him as his hand laid between her shoulders and he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closing.

“So quiet.” He whispered. The growling had started to come back but it faded again as he stayed close to her, taking in deep breaths. There was no anger, none of the red hot rage that was constantly boiling just beneath the surface, threatening to break free if he didn’t maintain control. There was...peace. He never let Angie see that side of him, never laid a hand on her, or even yelled at her, but she could see it, could feel it, some primitive side of her brain reacting to his Beast. It had ended his marriage.

“Your office door is locked, right?” She asked and he nodded. “Okay, good, wouldn’t want someone to walk in and see this. It’d destroy any shred of professionalism or respect.” Walter chuckled slightly, Sy huffing a laugh against her neck.

“We ain’t makin’ ya uncomfortable, are we?” Sy asked.

“No.” She said, “Surprising, seeing as I just met you two today.”

“Uh, Lieutenant?” There was a knock on his office door. “Your cousin is here. Your other cousin.”

“What the fuck is August doing here?” Walter asked, pulling away from and Sy gave her some respectful distance too as Walter went to the door.

“I swear, if he tries to draw on you darlin’, I—”

“I’ll be fine.” She reassured him and Walter stepped aside to let him into the office. He stood a couple inches than Walter, shoulders wide and build powerful. A neat mustache covered his upper lip, offset by the heavy stubble covering his jaw. On anyone else, it would look ridiculous, something out of a 70’s adult film, but it suited him. His eyes hardened when they fell on her, the pale blue going icy, but she didn’t back down, meeting his eyes with her own. He wasn’t the first man she faced with a top notch death glare, he wouldn’t be the last.

“Easy, Walker.” Walter said but he pushed past him, heading for the desk with purpose. Sy pushed her behind him, putting himself between her and potential danger.

“Get out of the way, Derek.” He said, standing in front of him.

“Not until you take a fuckin’ breath, August.” Sy said, “She ain’t her family.”

“She’s a Cartwright.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t even know about that whole mess until an hour ago.” Sy said.

“Melody’s parents died when she was little.” Walter said, echoing what she had told him earlier, “She was adopted by another family with no connection and was ignorant of her family history until we told her.”

“Bullshit, she has their name.”

“Changed it when I turned eighteen and I dug up my adoption record.” Melody said from behind Sy, “I want nothing to do with my adoptive parents so I sure as hell don’t want to carry their name.”

“She didn’t know, Walker.” Walter said, “She didn’t know. The daughter shouldn’t be punished for the actions of the mother.”

“And the sons shouldn’t be punished for the sins of the father.” August said, his jaw clenching.

“You’re right.” Melody said, “You, all of you, had nothing to do with what happened. You had nothing to do with what your ancestor did, just like I had nothing to do with what mine did. You can hate me all you want, but I didn’t put this on you.” There was a pause where he did nothing before he gave a single nod and took a step back.

“I’m movin’, but if you try anythin’ we’re gonna have problems.” Sy said and August nodded again, watching as Sy stepped aside. They stared at each other for a moment before she extended her hand and August looked at it before placing his hand in hers.

“Nice to meet you.” She said and he nodded, shaking her hand. “Now, I can try something with you that I did with the others. I did it without realizing it to Walter, and Sy was a successful experiment, but if you’d like I can turn down the volume of the...growling. If you’d like.”

“She made it quiet, Auggie.” Sy said, “I can actually fuckin’ hear myself think now.”

“You can do that?” August asked.

“Sy said earlier it’s because my family gave you the curse, so I can control it. Kind of. I can’t...to be honest I don’t know what I’m doing or how I even can, but...but I’d be willing to try with you. It worked for Walter, it worked for Sy, but again, I won’t do it without your permission. Seeing as you have...issues with my birth family.” He just stared at her for a long moment, as if weighing his options.

“Do it.” He said.

“I think—I’m going to have to touch you. Is that okay?” She asked and he nodded again. His gaze was unwavering as she stepped in close, reaching up to lay her hands on his chest and he pulled in a sudden breath, his jaw clenching as his hands came up to hold her shoulders.

“Easy.” Sy said cautiously. Melody closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Whatever she felt made her brows knit together slightly.

“There’s...resistance.” She said, “I can’t—with you two it came forward on it’s own, but with him, I—I don’t know if I can—”

“Whatever,” August sniffed, “You—”

“Wait!” She said, cutting him off, her brows jumping. “There!” His shoulders suddenly slackened and his breath left him in a rush.

“It’s gone,” He said, “It’s quiet. It’s been so long I—I forgot what the quiet sounded like.”

“It’ll come back.” Walter said, “She turns down the volume, but it’ll come back. It’s only temporary.”

“Still.” August sighed, “It’s quiet. She made it quiet.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #blood curse

[sasusc]

Just watched the season finale of the Daryl Dixon spinoff. Gonna put my thoughts in a click thing to not apoiler those who haven't seen it yet.

I will be watching it again later today so maybe some of my feelings will change. The flow of the episode felt off? Like, here a clip of D-Day and Granpa Dixon dying on the beach...we will get back to that later so don't worry--we want to establish that fact for later. Then all the happy coincidences to get everyone out safely. Someone (a Caryler I believe) made the statement that the first season was just a big setup for the next season. I can see that.

I love Daryl and Quinn getting chained up and thinking they would be fighting each other until the lights went out. You know what this scene reminded me of?

And I know I've made lots of observations of Daryl being like a father figure to Laurent, but they really leaned hard into that.

There's several conversations and scenes showing Daryl filling that father role for Laurent. Everyone is telling him Laurent sees him like a father...that he's good for Laurent.

Isabelle even goes as far as comparing him going home to America as repeating history...that he's going off and leaving his kid behind like his grandpa did when he enlisted and left his pregnant wife behind. And that he should stay there in Paris because he's needed but also so he doesn't abandon his kid like the Dixon's before him. Like what? She already proven that she's willing to lie and scheme to get Daryl to do what she wants.

I think she is trying to guilt him into staying to protect and teach Laurent. She thinks he's the best shot they have at surviving.

Then when they get to the Nest... If you haven't realized it yet, but I'm a huge Bethyl shipper. I can even get behind Daryl and Connie. Sorry, not a Caryl shipper and definitely hated Leah. Won't be shipping Daryl with anyone else. But and this is a huge BUT! This episode kinda made me want to ship Daryl and Isabelle? All the soft glances between the two...I could get behind that. I don't want to, and I never saw them together romantically until they got to the Nest. Was it just because Isabelle finally could let Quinn go? Was these scenes just there to show the audience how torn Daryl will be leaving?

The scene where he's training the people with guns and he just keeps looking up at Isabelle? Was Daryl catching feelings?

Urg...I really don't want to ship these two.

And back to Laurent. I just knew he would follow Daryl. I was half expecting him to become a stowaway and force Daryl to keep him.

And the Carol scene? I like it. But what's going on back home? Who or what came back? It's obvious nothing that needs immediate attention to. I don't see Carol leaving the family behind to go look for Daryl if shit was going down. She knows he can take care of himself. She was expecting him within the week of the call and it's been weeks...maybe months?...since then. She knows Daryl wouldn't just promise he'll be back and not do that. So she knows something must have happened to delay him. And she needs to go get him because they have stuff in the future to take care of to protect their family.

Urg. Yeah, I'm hoping a second viewing later will help me.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd #daryl dixon spin off #spoilers #laurent #isabelle #season finale #be aware

[theoddcatlady]

Pieces and Parts

My ‘father’ calls me Miranda, but I’m not sure if that’s entirely true. But you can just call me that too, I guess.

The only thing I know for sure is that three weeks ago, I died. And two weeks ago, I came back in my father’s basement.

It was dark, I was cold. I couldn’t move my right arm or leg. I tried getting up off the table I was laying on but I ended up just face planting on the floor. Despite the feel of blood trickling from my nose it didn’t hurt.

A gentle hand rested on my back and I looked up to see an old man with thinning white hair and silver glasses. He looked like your typical grandpa.

“It looks like you were a success. I’ll call you Miranda.”

I looked down then to see how my right arm was stitched onto my torso, how the light brown skin of my calf didn’t match my pale white thigh.

I’ve spent a lot of time examining myself. I believe that externally, I’m made of three different people. I believe all of them were women. Internally is an entirely different matter. I cannot confirm either way. I’m an amalgamation of many different people, and it shows.

For example, I’m quite sure I died in a car accident. I was driving home with friends, I made a bad joke, we all laughed, a deer stepped in front of the car and I swerved to avoid it. I remember crunching metal, how my friends screamed… and then nothing.

But I’m also certain I was shot. I get flashes of feeling the muzzle of a gun pressed against my chest, how I sobbed and begged for mercy. I may have also committed suicide by hanging, or the leukemia that plagued me my entire life finally finished me off.

I may have died a virgin or I had a son. Maybe I struggled with school my whole life because of dyslexia and ADHD, or I was about to graduate at the top of my class at an elite college. Maybe I was out hiking every weekend, or I lived for rainy days so I could curl up on my couch with a laptop and a cat. Maybe I was allergic to cats, I don’t know.

Maybe it’s all of the above. All the experiences of the people I was before turning into one singular being.

My father’s name is Albert. I’m not his first experiment, but I’m the most successful. I am still relearning how to talk, but I can type and have average intelligence. That’s more than I can say for Michelle and Nathaniel.

They’re the other two successes of my father, but they’re not nearly as advanced as I am. Nathaniel acts like a little boy despite looking to be in his mid thirties, he loves the color red and he thinks it’s so funny to pop out his brown eye and hide it someplace for me to find. When I do find it I always jump out of my skin, and since my legs are different lengths I tend to tumble to the ground. Then he comes around the corner giggling as he puts his eye back in.

Poor Michelle is constantly afraid. Michelle looks like a seven year old girl and is constantly on high alert. If she doesn’t want anyone to find her, no one will, but she obeys our father and always stays in the house. But given her petite size and the fact she can bend any which way she wants, she can hide quite literally anywhere for hours, even days before she comes out.

I’m not sure if our father loves us or he’s fascinated by us, but he can be very strict. We’re not allowed to leave the house. I tried to go for a walk and ended up getting locked in a closet for three days. Nathaniel was nice enough to bring me a hamburger and fries on my second day in there. We don’t really need to eat, but it feels good to have a full stomach.

We’re also not allowed to ask how father made us. He says he’s still working on perfecting the process, and he’d rather not share until he knows it’s complete. He did tell us that he did bring us back from the dead, and for that we should be eternally grateful for.

I’m not sure if I am, but I’m not sure of anything nowadays.

I want to go home. But I’m not sure where home is. Is it in a big city, where I took the subway every day to work? Or is it this small town where we always get snowed in every winter? I can’t be certain.

There’s also the fact I may just fall apart if I run away. Although father does his best, he’s not very good at sewing. Nathaniel is far better at it than him, but if he catches us he tends to start screaming about ‘messing with his design’.

That’s another thing: he doesn’t want anyone to change what he’s made. Since we are his children, and we should be grateful to him, we are to do exactly what he says and to not change how he made us. Even though Nathaniel struggles to figure out how to tie his shoes, Michelle can’t go a night without having a screaming nightmare and the stitches on my gut are constantly coming undone, he refuses to see how we could be improved. He only prepares for the next experiment, deciding that next time he’ll be the one to get it right.

But I suppose that’s why I’m here. Whether I’m Miranda, or Andrea, or Lucy, or Maria, I’m here. I’m here for a reason. And that reason is to fix his mistakes.

Thankfully he’s one of those old people who believes ‘1234’ is a successful password, allowing me access to his computer to do research. Michelle helps me find his notes and while he sleeps at night I study. Nathaniel makes sure I have plenty of hot drinks to keep my belly warm.

He’s already almost a quarter ways done with his next child, but I’ve been watching. This one will not be any better than us. Once again he’ll bring someone back in this half dead half alive state, caught in miserable paranoia or worse.

But I’ll be fixing him. Once I figure out how father keeps screwing us up, I’ll fix everything.

And if he objects, well… he’s going to learn quite quickly that he’s outnumbered three to one.

#my stories

[huitzilinthebudgie3]

A Commercial Break

Summary : A small break for our dear reader , some time to reflect and make a final decision .

Notes :A very very short chapter that is something a little some extra i had for this week , until the next longer chapter , i hope to have out by Saturday guys , Sunday at the latest :) Again let me know , If i forgot any translations and/or if it's good or cringy and should've stayed in the drafts lol :)

Some time Later … 

Y/n sighed softly , her deity silently listing off all the new accommodations that had to be made because of the spur of the moment move . 

She snorted “I can’t be an avatar at the moment “ she said while drinking her allotted cup of coffee , as her father called her from downstairs “Gotta go , Huitzilli” she said softly before walking downstairs .

“Good Morning , mi amorcito” (My little love or Sweetheart) her father called softly , sitting across from her as he sat down for breakfast , setting a few plates down as well  . She smiled softly “Morning , Bro . What’s the plan for today ? Sister’s* today ?” her father frowned softly at that shaking his head 

“No , but we’re gonna talk .. About what’s bugging you ?” she tensed softly at that, continuing to munch on her food . She saw the cogs turning in his head , “So who do i have to fuck up ?!” she blinked rapidly to foreign ignorance , tearing a piece off of the tortilla to scoop up all the chorizo con huevo y papas  “Whatcha mean ?” he shot a brow up unimpressed “You were fine , last time we talked . Talking about your new shift , your roommate and how good it was going . You were happy with everything . “ he said drizzling some salsa over his food, handing her the old cool whip container as she opened her mouth to argue before he held his hand up , gesturing for a tortilla from the warmer “Te quiero mucho , mi amorcito . Te extraño , pero tienes mucho aya . You grew up to be a … eres una mujer . Estas muy fuerte , me amor  (I love you a lot , sweetheart . I miss you , but you have a lot over there )“ he said gently , eating his small bite of food .

She blinked back tears at that , she knew her Dad could see through the act and it crumbled just a bite . He patted the wooden chair beside him “Hug ?” she sniffled softly , as she sobbed softly on her Dad’s shoulder as she picked at her food  .

“I…I , Huitzili told you ? “ she asked softly before he nodded . 

“And my hija ? My stubborn ass daughter let some chump , invite girls or a girl over to your home ?” she inhaled sharply , grabbing a pickled jalapeno to take a bite out of  “Roommate and  yeah  .It’s not my business , apa .” she said softly  , before her father decided to change the subject , getting up and grabbing the pack of Chokis cookies , and setting them down to drink with her leftover coffee . 

 “Huitzilli , said that I'm a grandpa ?” she smiled softly , glancing down to her slightly bloated belly “Yeah, can you believe it ?” she asked, wiping her tears away “No llores ,mi amorcito ! Not a single tear should be wasted on a man that can’t get his shit together “ he said softly wiping her tears away 

“I know  , but what do I do ? I don’t want a baby with someone that always puts my baby  second “ she said softly , her dog yawning softly from his bed , stretching with a loud yowl . 

“I know , as you should . You fight for your baby and more importantly , yourself my love . Does he want anything to do with the baby ?” she shrugged “Didn’t ask , i told em the day i left to come here . And he was pretty irritated “ she murmured shoving a cookie in her mouth “I got paperwork , saying that he doesn’t want the baby and has nothing to do with it “ he nodded as she continued , drinking some “But , i specifically left it open to change , should he prove to me that he wants to be involved and willing to help “ she explained “But-” her dad looked on expectantly .

“I told you about him , right ? The DID ? Why-” her father nodded “You did , but that isn’t an excuse , baby girl . He needs-” she interrupted “To my knowledge , they were undecided . Jake said yes , he wants the baby and wants the baby with me . Marc said no , and Steven’s undecided to my knowledge .” he hummed 

 “Ask again , get a straight answer . Hace no tienes pena o dudas  . You own the building , and it’s your apartment . Work it out and if you still need help , I'm here for you , mi amorcito . But , deal with the consequences of your actions and try to make it work . If not for you , then for the baby .(Like that you won’t have Heartache or doubts) “ he explained , hugging her once again . 

“Thank you , love you brosky  “ she said softly . He smiled back “Love you too , brochacha . And if that doesn't work out , didn’t that BuckWheat guy like you too ? Ask if he’s up for a baby ?” she blushed a deep crimson “No !!! NOT BUCKY !!! He’s busy !” her dad quirked a brow and shrugged “He’s an alright guy , better than the current asshole. You never know , mi amorcito . Now go get ready , i want to see my first grandbaby “ he said getting up and collecting the dishes to wash  .  

Later

With the advice from her father in mind , she reached a decision, and came to the conclusion to go back home , to work and her apartment . However , her diety's idea appealed much better to her than , than her fathers . Currently at the airport , waiting for a flight back to London .

However her plans all came to a halt as her phone went off with a loud ding , groaning .

From Stephen Granite :

To Y/n/n :

Good Morning ... Or Maybe Afternoon , wherever you're on a misson at....probably still upset about movie night . Do you happen to know who a Tezcatlipoca is ? Or even a Coyolxauhqui ? Their avatars are here asking 'bout you ? Layla and Marc have a bad feeling 'bout them . They wanna know when you'll be back ?

Ummm , answer whenever you get the message please , yeah. Talk to you later , cheers ! (4 days ago)

From Marcus Spencer's :

To : Y/n/n

?? (2 days ago)

Answer atleast.

From Jake-from-State-Farm :

? ??

They left after saying they had a lead ! We want to know if your okay ?! Talk to me atleast. We knew eachother first , Mamascita . Dega me algo tan si quirea !! (Tell me something at least !! )

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#jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #my masterlist

[thewertsearch]

The Mistake

First, let’s compile the evidence. 

It’s extremely serious.

It defies the rules of Sburb.

Its scope is broad enough to affect another session.

The kids haven’t made it yet. 

That last one means it’s not what’s currently happening with Jack. The mistake is nothing we’ve seen the kids do so far, and will happen later in the comic.  

It also probably forced the trolls into hiding. This one I’m less sure about, because they could be hiding for other reasons - like, maybe they’re fighting the final boss of Sburb while all this is going down.

Anyway, now we can talk about the possibilities, starting with:

Gamebreaks

In an ask a couple weeks ago, I listed thirteen ways to break Sburb, and now we know for sure that the Mistake does just that. Could one of these be our culprit? Well...

Several options are now impossible in the kids’ session. We can’t swap entry items around, for example, because there’s only one entry item left. Neither can we broker peace between the Kingdoms - Jack would never accede. 

A lot of them just don’t seem that dangerous. Messing with Dreamselves or doing each other’s Quests might be fun to experiment with, but I don’t see how they could lead to large-scale disaster.

The options that are both still possible and potentially dangerous enough are:

Modding Sburb. This one is unlikely, for the simple fact that the kids don’t have a programmer on their team. John’s probably not going to have time to read Data Structures for Assholes cover-to-cover.

Breaking Sburb’s timeloops. I’d love to see this work, but GC already tried it, and she just enabled a timeline that went right back and enabled the original. My intuition is that it’d take a lot more than that to break time, and four newbies wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

Prototyping something weird. This one could be trouble. Prototyping is such a small-scale event, with such enormous ramifications. I’ll talk about it in its own section below.

Starting a nested Sburb session. The trolls think the kids triggered their Reckoning early - but what if they didn’t? What if the early meteors the trolls saw come from a new session? I can even think of a motive. If the kids’ session really is unsalvageable, what’s their next move? Leaving the session, of course! Starting a second-order session gives them a full do-over, letting them avoid the same mistakes as last time. The one hole in this theory is that I don’t see how it affects the trolls. But we’ve already seen from Problem Sleuth that recursion is a very dangerous game - there might not be an infinite amount of room in Sessionspace.

Destroying something huge, like Skaia: Only matters if the kids can break all iterations of it. No way to do that has presented itself, but we have a lot more comic left to get through. This is one to watch. 

Unfortunate Prototyping

I’m still a Typheus Theory truther. This would be a catastrophe, creating an entire Medium filled with hostile versions of these mysterious 'browser gods'. Even Jack would get the power boost, which would really suck.

Another thing to note is that if the kids weren’t on the ball, and Grandpa somehow ended up in the Kernel before Jade entered, then the Underlings (plus Jack) would get the traits of a Sburb expert, too. That might be as bad as Typheus, if not even worse. I mean, we don’t know what Typheus can do, but we’ve seen what Grandpa can do.  

The Noble Circle of Horrorterrors

This is going to be one of my ‘shot in the dark’ theories, but...

The Veil fits snugly into established understanding of Sburb, but the Horrorterrors don’t. Why does Sburb even have dark gods? Are they some sort of uber-Underling?

Sburb, as a rule, is a whimsical game, much to its players’ frustration. It has a design philosophy, and the Horrorterrors don’t match it at all. It’s possible that Rose’s Grimoire is embellishing their feats a little - I’m assuming they’re not actually omnipotent - but they seem absurdly threatening. Do they factor into the war on Skaia at all? Can they even fit on Skaia?

Anyway, the point I’m getting at is that they seem out of scope. We first heard about then outside Sburb, in a book written (I assume) on Earth. Are they even instantiated by Sburb, or are they just drawn to its sessions, to the little circles of firelight in their void of a home?

Because if it’s the latter, then there’s only one incarnation of the Horrorterrors, and if the kids make a mistake involving them, its consequences could reverberate to all Sburb sessions, everywhere. 

Mislead

We should at least raise the possibility that the kids aren’t responsible for the Mistake at all. 

The kids’ session is clearly where the mistake happens, but the trolls have been interfering in that session since before it began. GC has already acted independently, getting John killed as a result. Are we sure the kids are the ones at fault here?

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 4 #theories

[heyiwrotesomethings]

hello!! im glad to hear that requests are open again :D could i request a stardew fic? reader is the farmer and one day they injure their back or knee while working and end up at the clinic. at the clinic, they're taken care of by their friend maru for a day or two but just as reader is about to get released, maru realizes that they live alone and are still recovering. so maru offers to live with reader while they recover and help take care of the farm. then eventually as reader hers better, it leads to a confession and asking maru to move in :). sorry if this was really long!! thank you and take care!!

Back Pain and Strawberries

Maru (Stardew) x They/Them Reader

A/N: Hi! Ah, it’s been awhile since I’ve been in the valley. It’s good to be back. I hope it’s alright. I feel like a jumped around too much/ didn’t develop the idea enough but I tried my best! Also since it’s Stardew I feel compelled to say I swore in here a bit so look away if that’s troubling to any of you lol. Word Count: 3,478

“Holy Yoba damn it all!”

Well, they finally did it. (Y/n) went too far with their daily work load. Just a few more trees to clear, they had told themself. As if they weren’t chopping down six whole trees with a old, crappy axe after planting and watering a whole new slew of crops for the second half of spring.

They should have been surprised their back held out as long as it had. Going from a desk job with that awful chair to farmer of an overgrown jungle of a plot of land should have been a clue that they needed to start small and not attempt a complete overhaul in only two weeks.

(Y/n) had fallen to their hands and knees from the shock of the pain. They wanted to take the rest of the fall, but getting back up again would be a challenge. They heard the tinkle of a collar paired with light panting and sniffing. It was a long shot, but maybe…

“Go get help, Cashew. Come on, don’t make me crawl to town.”

The dog tilted its head, ears perked, but instead of taking on the role of Lassie, it snuffled the back of (Y/n)’s neck with its wet nose and promptly got distracted by a grasshopper jumping above the wild grasses.

“If I survive this, I’m making Marnie take you back.” The Farmer groaned and rose slowly to their feet while using the treacherous stump of the last tree they cut as leverage.

Then they painstakingly unwedged their axe from the tree’s trunk to use as a makeshift cane. Not great, but it was the best they had.

They slowly made their way into town and thanked the stars for the farm being on the same side of town as the clinic. It was still a bit of a hike of course, but they made it eventually. Yoba, they really needed to invest in a landline.

They struggled with the door, then they finally made it inside. The sweet air conditioning was an instant relief. They really needed to get air conditioning in the farmhouse.

“(Y/n)? What happened?!”

They rose their head as high as they dared. Ah, Maru was working today. They hadn’t even thought about that. She was going to be so mad after telling (Y/n) not to overwork themself too hard when they first moved into Pelican Town.

(Y/n) and Maru had been friends for years. When (Y/n) used to visit their grandpa in the summers growing up, Maru was the first friend they had made and they kept in touch ever since. When they had wrote to Maru about moving into their grandpa’s farm, she had been really excited about getting to see them more often. That excitement had morphed into concern very quickly when she heard how much work (Y/n) was putting on themself.

“Maru, I fucked up.” The Farmer stated plainly.

“That much is obvious. Hang on a minute, Harvey’s in his office.” Maru jumped into action, disappearing into the back of the clinic.

It didn’t take long for Harvey and Maru to appear in the lobby to help (Y/n) into a bed and give them a thorough look over.

“My goodness, you walked all the way here with a herniated disk!” Harvey grimaced. “You’re lucky it didn’t rupture!”

“I can’t believe you! What did I tell you about overworking yourself? If I could hit you right now, I would!” Maru huffed.

“I know, I know! Can you guys fix it?” (Y/n) yelped as their back was poked and prodded.

“With some anti-inflammatories, maybe some ice, and a lot of rest, you should recover in four to six weeks.” Harvey assured while he filled out a prescription form.

“Four to six weeks?!” (Y/n) yelled, “I can’t afford to be out of commission that long!”

“You should have thought about that before- what were you even doing?”

“…Cutting down trees.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

Maru slipped her fingers beneath her glasses to rub her face in frustration.

“Trees plural? With that ancient axe?”

“Yup.”

“(Y/n) you drive me absolutely crazy sometimes I hope you know that.” Maru had known (Y/n) since they were six years old. One would think they would have grown out of their reckless behavior by now, but Maru’s dear friend was not so inclined.

“I know! Please stop shaming me! Can we focus on the real issue here that is I can’t work on the farm for the rest of spring and maybe the first week or so of summer? There is so much to do!”

“I’m sorry (Y/n), but there really isn’t anything for it but rest. If you strain yourself you could risk a more serious injury with an even worse recuperation time.” Harvey left little doubt of just how serious he was about resting. “Absolutely no hard labor.”

“I should at least be able to water the garden and feed the chickens. Fishing isn’t that physically demanding either, or foraging—“

“Are you even listening to yourself?” Maru massaged her temples with heavy pressure, “You just keep tacking more on.”

“Maru, please. You know how important bringing the farm back to life is to me.” (Y/n) pleaded.

Maru propped one arm above the other, her frowning lips pressed into the side of her fist as she went deep into thought. It’s true, she did know how important the farm was, not only to (Y/n), but to the community as well. There were definitely things that could be held off on, but it would be devastating to have the crops dry up and never mind leaving the chickens to their own devices. She just couldn’t leave (Y/n) to do those things on their own because one thing always left to another with them. If they had someone to help, someone to keep an eye on them and make sure they were actually resting, that would be a compromise Maru could live with.

“Then I’ll stay with you until you get better. I’ll help with the farm and aid in your recovery.”

“Hey, that sounds like a great idea.” Harvey nodded along, happy to hear a favorable solution.

“Maru, would you really?” (Y/n) wouldn’t want to put any extra work on Maru.

She already worked at the clinic, helped her dad with lab work and had her own technological experiments to boot. Hey, it sounded like (Y/n) wasn’t the only one with the tendency to overwork. Theirs just put a more noticeable strain on their body.

“Of course. You’re one of my best friends.” Maru assured. “We’ve been meaning to hang out more anyway.”

“Thank you, Maru!” (Y/n) moved to sit up, but quickly fell back to the cot and sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. “That was a little too sudden I guess,” they lifted their arms instead, “hug me?”

Maru smiled and rolled her eyes before leaning over to give (Y/n) the hug they desired.

Once Harvey set (Y/n) up with a bottle of anti-inflammatories, a back brace and a printed up healing regimen (and the bill), Maru walked them home and set them up on the couch with the TV set to some oracle show.

“I need to go home to tell my parents what’s going on and pack up some stuff. Do not move from this spot.”

“I’ve gotten into enough trouble for today I think,” (Y/n) sighed as they looked over the healing regimen, “safe travels.”

Maru didn’t like seeing (Y/n) look so down. An idea came to mind that she thought might cheer them right up.

“I’ll bring back pizza or something from the saloon and we’ll make this a real sleepover just like old times.”

“I like the sound of that.” (Y/n) looked up at Maru with a familiar grin, “Are you sure it won’t be too out of the way for you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it. You hold up your end of the bargain and I’ll do the same.”

“Yes ma’am.” (Y/n) mock saluted.

Maru shook her head playfully then exited the small farmhouse. She took the back road shortcut to her house and filled everyone in on her plans for the next several weeks. Demetrius was a little on the fence about it, but Robin was fully on board and gave him the push he needed. A quick jaunt through town to pick up some of Gus’ homemade food and Maru was back at the farm only a couple hours after she left.

“Have you been behaving?” She asked as soon as (Y/n) came to help her open the door.

“Haven’t gotten up except to open this door.” (Y/n) said matter-of-factly.

“Good, then you get to eat.” Maru teased, setting the take out on the small table in the corner.

“What kind of nurse are you? Threatening to withhold food from your poor patient?” (Y/n) pouted.

They laughed together and Maru pulled the table up to the couch so they could sit more comfortably and watch tv. Cashew took that as an invitation to sit atop both of them and try to snap at the food that soared over his head.

When it started getting late, they got ready for bed and without even considering the couch, they shared the single bed in the corner of the room. They had shared a bed several times over the years so it wasn’t weird even at the age they were now? Right? No, certainly not! If it was, it would certainly be to awkward to change their minds now. Especially with Cashew jumping up to pin them both to the mattress.

“This place is smaller than I remember.” Maru spoke into the darkness. The quiet of the night left her with no distraction from the heavy beating of her heart.

“Yeah, I never realized what an extreme minimalist grandpa was. I’ve been meaning to talk to your mom about adding on another room.”

“You should. She’s always looking for new projects.”

“Cool.”

The silence fell again and both (Y/n) and Maru stared up at the dark ceiling, afraid to move too much lest they disturb or brush against the other.

This wasn’t awkward at all.

It did help when Cashew wedged between them instead of being draped over them. It gave a little buffer that eventually helped the couple— the two close friends go to sleep.

***

The next morning, Maru woke up alone. No Cashew, and more concerning no (Y/n). She got up and dressed quickly, knocking back the farmhouse door with a loud thud.

“Morning.” (Y/n) greeted from the front step once they had recovered from the sudden noise.

“How long have you been out here? Have you been working?” Maru questioned right away, making (Y/n) laugh and hold out their hands defensively.

“I’ve been up for an hour, I haven’t done a thing but take out Cashew and gaze longingly into the garden, I swear.”

Maru searched (Y/n) for any signs of deception, but found none and relaxed. She nodded and put her hands on her hips.

“Good. What do you want me to do first?”

“We should check in with the chickens first then circle our way back to watering the crops.”

“Sounds good.”

(Y/n) walked Maru down to the coop and showed her where to put the hay and how the chickens liked to be pet before directing her to open the coop hatch the the chickens could go out and enjoy the sun. Then they collected the eggs and headed back in the direction of the farmhouse.

“I’ll put these in the fridge. You can fill up the watering can in that little pond there. I usually refresh Cashew’s water bowl before working my way down the line.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Maru filled the water bowl and worked her way down the rows of crops and had to refill the can no less than three times. (Y/n) came out with a picture of cold lemonade, for which Maru was grateful to have when she was done.

“Did I spy strawberry plants down at the end there?” She asked after taking a few gulps.

“Yeah, Pierre was selling them during the egg hunt and I couldn’t resist buying a whole bunch. I know how much you and your dad like them so I was going to surprise you with a bunch. So, uh, surprise.”

“That is very thoughtful of you. I can’t wait to have some.” Maru’s heart started thudding against her chest again and it wasn’t from watering plants in the sun all morning.

***

Days became weeks and before either of them knew it, (Y/n)’s follow up appointment with Harvey was upon them. He gave (Y/n) the okay to go back to work so long as they didn’t over for it. They could still aggravate their back again if they picked up too much work too soon.

The journey back to the farmhouse was unusually quiet. Both were happy for Harvey’s verdict, but they felt troubled at the same time. They had a routine. Maru didn’t want to leave and not get to see (Y/n) first thing in the morning and last thing at night. As small as the farmhouse was (Y/n) felt like it would feel too big without Maru there.

“Looks like you won’t need me hovering around you anymore, huh?” Maru broke the silence with a weak attempt at a laugh.

“…I guess.” (Y/n) gave her a half smile in return, but then an idea came to mind that had them perk up. “Actually, it shouldn’t take long for the last batch of strawberries to ripen. A couple days at most. It would be nice to enjoy the fruits of your labor fresh from the earth, don’t you think?”

Maru grinned in return.

“You’re right! That would be really neat.”

“Great! Want to watch a movie when we get home?”

“That sounds good. What should we make for dinner?”

Now with an excuse to spend more time together, they carried on as they had for most of that spring.

***

(Y/n) woke up to the sound of rain beating against the roof early the next morning. Slowly, they sat up in bed, withdrawing their arm from around Maru’s waist.

There was no hurry to get up, the chickens could wait and the crops were being watered by Mother Nature, but they felt restless. The strawberries would no doubt be perfect in time for the last day of spring tomorrow and that would mean Maru would leave with the change of the seasons. It made it feel like winter was coming rather than summer.

Early in the week, while (Y/n) had been sifting through the mail and Maru was watering and taking care of some weeds, they came across a flyer from Pierre about giving flowers to a special someone and couldn’t get it out of their head since. Sitting there, they felt antsy. Tomorrow might be the last day before Maru went home. It would be best to ask her then.

They slipped out of the bed and gave Cashew his breakfast to keep him quiet. Then they took an umbrella and headed into town hoping Abigail would sneak them in early to buy a bouquet before they lost their nerve.

They slipped the bouquet into a chest as soon as they got home and had breakfast ready as Maru began to wake.

***

“These are so good.” Maru swore they were the best strawberries she had ever had. Maybe it was some kind of extra satisfaction knowing she helped the plants flourish that made her think that, but she didn’t care. “Dad will be lucky if I even let him have one.”

When she received no answer from the farmer beside her, she turned to look at them and saw they were all fidgety and didn’t appear to be listening.

“Hey,” Maru poked them, making them jump, “what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you.” (Y/n) forced themself to say. It was only a years long friendship they were attempting to breech into a different territory that could go wrong and then they wouldn’t be the same anymore. Nothing to worry about! Just bite the bullet and say it!

“What is it, (Y/n)?”

Well, that’s the million dollar question, Maru.

“We’ve known each other a long time, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” Maru chuckled a bit at the odd start, but listened intently.

“Yeah, so I just want to say you don’t need to feel pressured to answer me one way or another when I ask you this, I just hope that we can stay friends whatever happens.”

“(Y/n), you’re scaring me a bit with the dancing around. Did you hurt your back again? I swear—“

“No! No, my back is fine. I just wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to, if, if you, I wanted to ask you, if you would like to be my girlfriend.” They cleared their throat and pressed their palms together, legs bouncing on the porch step anxiously as they waited for an answer.

Maru dropped the strawberry she was holding back into the bucket, the cool water within making a little plop sound as the berry fell back in. Maru had dreamed up similar scenarios like this for a couple years now.

“Really? You want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Mhm.”

The farmer pursed their lips and presented Maru with the bouquet they had bought for the occasion. This was a long shot. They always thought Maru was a genius destined for bigger things. They had almost asked Maru out before. They tried during the summer before their grandpa passed away when they were in high school, but they lost their nerve. Then they got that stupid desk job at Joja and they barely stayed in touch. If those feelings still stayed after all that time, they felt like they had to act on them.

Maru lunged forward and wrapped her arms around (Y/n)’s neck and they threw their arms around her in kind, the bouquet rested against Maru’s back. A relieved breath of air left their lungs to be replaced with fresh air that felt better than the last breath they took.

“I would love to. I’m really happy you asked.” Maru squeezed tighter.

“Me too. Ah! Cashew, down!” The couple suddenly found themselves under fire of a very excited, very wet dog, who had just come back from his dip in the pond and wanted in on the hug.

“Ah!” Maru felt water splatter against her arm and tried to shield herself using (Y/n)’s body. (Y/n) tried to hide the flowers between them so they wouldn’t get ruined by the over excited dog.

Cashew rubbed his wet, smelly fur against them as he ran a few tight circles then finally ran off into the tall grass.

“That dog!” (Y/n) huffed, but then Maru started to laugh and they couldn’t help but join in.

“He’s just excited that we’re finally together.” Maru joked, “He’s a good boy, an angel really.”

“I hope you liked living with him thus far because I can’t get rid of him.”

“Is that your way of inviting me to move in with you?”

“I mean, if you think it’s too soon I totally understand.”

“I think we’ve done a lot of waiting. It’s time to do something a little impulsive.” Maru looked behind her at the old farmhouse, “We really need to give this place an upgrade though. I’ll need a place to put all my robotics and my telescope.

“Oh Yoba.” (Y/n) smacked their hand against their face.

“What? What is it?”

“Your parents and Seb! What will they think about this? It was only supposed to be temporary, I feel like your dad might kill me.”

“He’s not going to kill you. If it makes you feel any better, Seb and mom have been teasing me about you for years. They’ll probably be relieved that we finally got together. The strawberries will help dad come around to the idea. Despite how he may act sometimes, he really likes you.”

“You really think it’ll be okay?”

Maru pressed a quick kiss against (Y/n)’s cheek, leaving the scent of strawberries in her wake. Shyly meeting (Y/n)’s eyes, she displayed a peaceful smile.

“I do.”

And it was.

Robin was ecstatic, though she seemed more excited about the prospect of upgrading the house once that was brought up. Sebastian was more quiet about it, but no less happy for his sister. He only wondered why it took so long to happen in the first place. Demetrius looked a little tense when the news hit him, but seeing how happy Maru was (and getting a generous basket of strawberries) he relaxed and even smiled when he watched his daughter take the Farmer’s hand in her own.

Who would have guessed that a slipped disk would have finally brought them to this point?

#stardew valley oneshots #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley maru #sdv maru #maru x reader #stardew valley maru x reader #requests #anonymous

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Scenes from December (21/24)

Klaine Advent Day Twenty-One : Give

****

December, 2068

Kurt sat comfortably in his big, dark green lounge chair, pushing his glasses up his nose so he could read his magazine better.  It was almost midnight, and he really wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen for another, oh, twelve minutes.  Blaine was his identical chair, the coffee table splitting them as it had done so for who knows how many years.  He was on his tablet, scrolling through some kind of social media - but Kurt couldn’t make out the reflections dancing along Blaine’s glasses.  In a lot of ways - it was just another night, the same kind of average, quiet night they were used to these days.  

Until it wasn’t.  A loud, sharp buzzing noise sounded making Kurt jump.  He knew what it was -- Apple-Android’s latest Window Technology (A Window Into Your Home) that they had installed a few weeks ago.  But Kurt couldn’t still wasn’t used to the intensity of sound every time someone called them.  As a screen nearly as big as the wall began to descend from the ceiling, Kurt shot an annoyed look over to Blaine.  Why weren’t cell phones enough? Did they really need a ‘window’ into everyone else’s lives?  Maybe he was just too old for all of this. 

The alarm - signaling that someone was trying to call in, continued as both Kurt and Blaine tried to search for the remote control that had come with it.  Somewhere on the mess of the coffee table it had been placed, and now the two of them were scrambling to find it before they went completely deaf. However, they just weren’t as fast as they used to be.  Kurt, thankfully, found the remote under a stack of Blaine’s papers, but looking down at it, it felt like all the symbols were in a foreign language.  He began to push buttons in an attempt to just make it stop.  

“Why is it so loud?” Kurt grumbled as he repeatedly hit the green button.  Why didn’t the green button work? That didn’t make any sense.  

“I think Tracy turned it up because she thought we couldn’t hear it and kept missing our calls.” Blaine tried to grab the remote from him, but Kurt pulled it away.  

“Did it occur to her that maybe I was just ignoring them?” 

“Give me that,” Blaine successfully snatched the remote from his hand, and in a second, he managed to make the alarm stop.  “You know, you’re going to have to learn how to do this sooner or later,” he said, as the screen loaded.  

Kurt grumbled, moving back into his chair.  “Isn’t that why I have you?” 

Blaine had a retort on his tongue - but was cut off by the image of their granddaughter appearing on screen.    

“Hi Grandpa, hi Pop-Pop.”  Emma (age twenty-one) yawned wide as she eagerly but very tiredly said hello.  

“What are you doing calling us?” Blaine asked.  “It has to be four in the morning over there?” The ‘there’ was London - where she was studying history and literature on a study abroad program.  As much as it was a family tradition to call each other on New Year’s Eve - they hadn’t expected her to ring in.  

“Hmmm, five I think,” Emma said, checking her clock.  “Don’t worry - I celebrated and went to bed hours ago.  I just set an alarm so I wouldn’t miss this.” 

Kurt softened.  “Oh, honey, you didn’t have to do that…” 

She smiled at them.  “I know, but I wanted to.”  Before they could chat any longer, another alarm screamed at them - signifying a new caller.  Blaine looked blankly at the remote, not sure which to push.  Emma grinned, amused.  “It’s the orange one, Pop-Pop. I think Mom’s trying to call in.” 

A button push later and Katie appeared on screen, sitting next to her husband on the couch, both with a glass of wine in their hands.  “Happy New Year from Columbus,” they said, waving.  “Oh, hey, I think Tracy’s wanting to get on - hold on.” 

Before Kurt (or Blaine) could even react, Tracy popped on screen - her two boys (Arnold - age thirteen and Demetri - age eleven) in the foreground arguing over some handheld video game thing.  “Boys, BOYS! Stop - we do not do this in front of your grandfathers.”  Kurt chuckled a little as Tracy wrestled the toy out of their hands.  “You can get this back next year.” 

The boys groaned at her bad joke, followed by an obligatory hello to their grandfathers.  

“Okay,” Katie said, looking at her watch, “we’ve got about seven minutes - Trace, did you give dad the number of that guy who will look at his hip?” 

“No - I gave it to Papa, because we all know how much Dad likes being told what to do.” 

Kurt grumbled again.  “You guys can all calm down - I don’t need a hip replacement.” 

“Yes you do,” Katie, Tracy, and Blaine said at the same time.  

“Kurt, you’ve been complaining about your hip for years,” Blaine said.  “Besides - you get it replaced, and I’ll be able to see you do the Single Ladies dance once again before I die.” 

“Oh, my god,” Katie let out in a huff.  Tracy pinched her nose.  

“What’s The Single Ladies Dance?” Arnold asked, confused.  

“Oh, just an old dance done by the singer Beyonce,” Tracy explained.  

“Who’s Beyonce?” Demetri asked.

“Oh, my god I feel old,” Tracy let out a sigh. 

“At least they won’t ever have to experience it,” Katie said - reminiscing.  “Remember the time we walked in on some kind of weird, private Single Ladies dance Dad was giving for Pop?” 

“Talk about something I can never unsee,” Tracy replied. 

“Um, ew,” Emma said.  “Why do I suddenly know things about my grandparents that I didn’t need to know?”

“Believe me - we didn’t want to know either,” Katie retorted.

Kurt shot Blaine a look, but couldn’t help but be amused by the turn in the conversation.  

The phone rang for a fourth, and final time, and this time Blaine knew exactly what to do, pushing the orange button so that Katie’s younger daughter, Abby (age eighteen) popped on screen.  She was, however, outside in a large and rather loud crowd, her arm around another girl.  They both were covered in glitter and confetti, and both were wearing sparkling hats with the year 2069 printed on them in gold.  

“Hi everyone!” she called out.  “You guys remember my girlfriend, Calie, right?” 

Kurt couldn’t remember if he did or not - but his granddaughter looked happy, and who knows what would happen with young love.  It made him smile.  “Where are you guys calling from?” 

“Times Square!” Abby shouted.  “And don’t worry - we’re being safe! We’re also gonna come crash at your place once everyone clears out.” 

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t want to wake your grandfathers,” Katie interjected.  “Don’t you have a friend’s place you could crash at?” 

“They already said yesterday I could,” Abby argued. “Would you rather me end up in some crack house?” 

“Abbs, you can come to my place - it’s fine,” Tracy offered.  “We can go out for breakfast with your grandfathers tomorrow.  And you can help us talk Grandpa into getting the hip replacement he needs.” 

“Trace, keep me in on the loop with that, okay?” Katie added.

“Have you noticed they’ve started talking about us as if we’re not really here?” Kurt asked.  

Blaine grinned. “Hey - at least they’re still talking about us.” 

“Hush, everyone,” Abby said excitedly. “The ball is starting to drop.” 

Abby muted her phone, and the apartment grew quiet.  Everyone watched as the seconds ticked away, the last moments of the old year fading away into something new…

#klaine advent 2022 #s.o. writes things #klaine #klaine fic #this is way too long #at least i amused myself writing it

[meandmyechoes]

Kingohger ep19

i know i said this is the first week i hadn't felt nervous but i turned on the computer to write the little pre-essay and got myself worked up thinking about hcs lol the magic of midnights i guess also i woke/was woken up at 5am this morning

homemade extended nitiasa with Blazar-kun :)

START!!

scream JERAMIE DOES SLEEP IN A NET!!!!! HC CONFIRMED

gosh i'm like dying for more Kagu-Yanma common man combo

lmao the throne room has to have best only reliable internet reception

take the crumb of Rita naming Yanma first? But! Rita is on first-name basis face-to-face with the team now!

The OP visual is one continuous shot of them all standing together 😭😭😭😭

"You were worried about me, Kuwagon?" "I'm alright :)" talking-to-the-Shugods Gira is the cutest

Blue and White are making up? YESSSSS Grandson combi? Kidult combi? Prankster combi???

I'll never not laugh at Jeramie calling Racles 'that brat'

Racles stress relief squeeze ball… merch it bandai or you're a coward

hi jeramie you know that iiko grandson of yours called you the culprit 2 episodes ago

they don't have to be showing Jeramie and Yanma walked right past Kaguragi but it's so funny

Suzume can make outward calls the whole time??? (or she's just benefitting from the chaos)

Suzume carrying the whole Shugoddom National Theatre troupe they should've let her train one in those 15 years if only she needn't be kept secret

the reaction difference between improv theatre with kurokos vs. with Shuggodom guards lol

i'm not entirely sure but… if Suzume is helping Racles make sure his guards are safe (because they both know the guards are too loyal to leave their king)…

Douga-san… his old-fashioned loyalty + quick to adapt. lately Douga-san has been shown quite positively huh HEY WHERE'S BOSHIMARU

hi i'd like to donate to the Get Shugoddom's Green Screen A Real Carpet/Brick Road Fund

gawd did not expect my tears to break formation at the orphange reunion

fking flute ver of inferno

the people's recognition *single tear*

this ep is just full power Racles whump huh

Grandson combo

yo nkosopa bgm new arrangement

is racles overacting here 🤔 (racels's second-rate villain act, not yano-san's)

"The King will not escape"… (ep17 title)

??? who's the villain here???

did Jeramie just called Racles worse than 'what came out from the bottom' (shit. he meant racles is shit.)

so Gira doesn't want his brother dead 😏 or does he not want Yanma a killer? 🤔😏

eh iyaiyaiya kingoh can you stop with the tone whiplash??

*claps* good the script remembered to resolve Yanma and Jeramie' conflict in ep13. Grandpa-son combi YESSS

omg Rita-sama 🙇🙇 late to the group henshin and had Morfonia work over time so they can fit Ohsama Sentai into the acronym NERD

[outside the gate] Kaguragi: do we still wait for rita or go in first Himeno: well the boys can't stall much longer i'll have to make sure rita's timing is perfect

[jumping up and down from the awesome fights to OP]

this level of female-female ranger combo action… used to be the crossover extravaganza 😭😭

they can perform such a compliated choreo in such narrow space SAs saikou 😭😭

YES I LOVE THANK YOU FOR BOTH KAGU AND YANMA CROUCHING while dismissingly shooting at MOTW like the grassroots they were

they have six people but divide into 4 groups

literally i'm 3 years old again what's better than Super Sentai

"The only crime I should be accounted for" sigh I know this line will come back to bite us re ep1

Himeno-sama you can't keep acting cute towards Rita to get what you want… They are about to run out of social battery

WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS [FOAMING AT THE MOUTH] WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS [FOAMING AT THE MOUTH]

them getting in each other's way - what kind of basis is this for me to develop a partnership obesession with these two

rita scream i asked for just last night?

duel? DUEL? DUEL??? MY EPISODE 18?? brothers showdown i asked for last week??

they chose a low ground to duel this time

ohohohoohoooo WEDDING YANO MASTAO YOUR RING BETRAYED YOU

Yano Masato = Tom Holland of Kingohger

that's the same mantle as Lionel's…

ngl slightly disappointed at Suzume's boring white dress

this man's soul has left his body

#kingohger #kolb #sorry was watching the local broadcast of Donbros and the tagline for ep 5 is 'donbros members gather?!' lmao

[openheartfanfics]

Ethan x F!MC: Domestic Bliss

One Shots of Family Dynamics: L - R

Lava - @perriewinklenerdie ☁ Ethan joins his kids for a game of The Floor is Lava.

Lazy Days - @trappedinfanfiction ☁ Life as new parents is exhausting.

Little Moments of Rampant Emotion - @utterlyinevitable  🦚🎄 Two moments full of emotion. The first, of the future and the second, when Becca's alone after their most damaging break up.

Little Grayson Ramsey - @genevievemd  📷 ☁ Ethan shares a photo of his son on social media.

Little Helpers - @potionsprefect ☁ Victoria has a genius idea.

Little Love - @zealouscanonindeer 🦚 Ethan and Aspen's tiff affects a third individual more than they could ever fathom.

Little Ones - @potionsprefect ☁ There are lots of important people Luke and Lily need to meet.

Little Pumpkin - @genevievemd 📷 The cutest little pumpkin in the patch.

Little Rams - @potionsprefect  📷 ☁ The love for a toy never ages.

Little Sister - @a-crepusculo ☁ The Ramseys welcome their newest addition.

Looking in the Mirror - @potionsprefect  ☁ For a second, Ethan thought he had stepped back in time.

Lost - @cariantha ☁ Has Sawyer or Ethan ever "lost" their son when he was little?

Love in all forms - @coffeeheartaddict2 ☁💘 After noting that Alexis has been out of sorts since new years, Casey brings back a Valentine’s Day tradition to show that she is loved, no matter what. Feat. Tobias Carrick

Making Memories - @potionsprefect ☁ Ethan and Victoria take Luke and Lily to Dagger Mountain.

May I Have This Dance? - @headoverheelsforramsey ☁ Ethan’s daughter has a request and he has no way other than fulfilling it.

Memory Lane - @potionsprefect  ☁ Victoria and Ethan take a trip to New York with their kids.

Mi Viejito - @jamespotterthefirst 👔☁ Father’s Day more than twenty years later.

Mia Cara - @izzyourresidentlawyer ☁ Snippets of Ethan being a father

More of Your Love - @openheart12 ☁ Just some domestic fluff with them and their babies.

Morning Walk - @beyondsimsreality ☁ Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Harmonie Christian taking a stroll with their children, Nevaeh Christian-Ramsey, and Ethan Jr.

Mothers - @liaromancewriter 🌸☁ Three mothers, three celebrations, one beautiful memory. Feat. Sienna Trinh

Mother’s Day - @coffeeheartaddict2 🌸☁ Two Mother’s Days. The Mother’s Day before and after the birth of Hudson.

Mother’s Day - @lsvdw-blog  🌸📷☁ Before and after picta edits.

Mother’s Day - @openheart12 Ethan and MC spent the day with their kids.

Mother’s Days - @lucy-268  ☁🌸 Several Mother’s Day Firsts for Charley

New Horizons - @jerzwriter  ☁ It’s Kaycee’s last day at Edenbrook. While a friend is there to support her, Ethan and Emma are there to take her home.

New Year Wishes - @liaromancewriter ☁🌟 New Year’s Day is a special time for making wishes that come true.

Newborn Toys - @potionsprefect  ☁ Ethan and Victoria but a sentimental item for their twins.

No Promises - @rookie-ramsey MC gets to see Ethan’s baby pictures on a trip to Grandpa’s house.

Never Too Soon - @jerzwriter  ☁ Casey wakes up in the middle of the night to listen in on a conversation Ethan is having with their daughter.

No Laughing Matter - @jerzwriter  📱 Text fic set shortly during Casey's first week back to work. Ethan is home with baby Emma.

Nothing Breaks Like a Heart - @jamespotterthefirst  📱 ☁ Sienna and Bryce babysit the Ramseys’ son.

Nursery - @heauxplesslydevoted ☁ Ethan shares how he and Naomi met with their baby girl.

October 31st - @jamespotterthefirst 👻 Ethan Ramsey doesn’t do costumes… except maybe for her.

Oh Yeah...There He Is - @txemrn ☁ While celebrating his/her first birthday, a few colleagues make note that Baby Ramsey looks and acts just like Tatum. Well, for the most part.

On the East Coast - @potionsprefect  ☁ The Ramsey family make a trip to Providence.

Parenthood - @utterlyinevitable ☁ Caroline Ramsey has a creative eye at the tender age of three. Ethan and Becca are learning they’ll have to watch their second-born ever so closely.

Perfection - @jerzwriter ☁💘 Ethan and Emma make a Valentine’s pizza for Casey and learn some lessons along the way.

Perfect Little Family - @genevievemd ☁ Ethan visits with his daughter on a break from work.

Postcard Memories - @liaromancewriter  ☁ As they spend a day with family, Ethan reflects on how different his childhood was from that of his children.

Proud Corazón - @jamespotterthefirst 👻☁📱📷 Celebrating the living and the dead.

Realisations - @coffeeheartaddict2 ☁🏳‍🌈 It is Alexis’s first pride after coming out as Bi-sexual and she comes to some realisations.

Reflection - @potionsprefect ☁ He never believed he would become a father. And overtime, he realised it was the best thing to have happened to him.

Regret - @potionsprefect 🎭 Lily Ramsey tries to tell Victoria something but she isn’t listening

Remember When - @openheart12  ☁ Ethan and Casey look back at their life.

Right at Home - @alwaysmychoices During a family camping trip in the backyard, Ethan has a suggestion for his wife.

Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree - @liaromancewriter ☁🎄 Ethan returns from a business trip and discovers the joy of being home.

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It’s Time

Happy 503 week everyone. So this takes place in Spring, 1941. Edward and Winry are older and some of their children are grown. This does follow my other story, “Life after the Promised Day” but you don’t need to read it to read this one. Enjoy!

  “Ed, it’s time,” Winry said as she shook Edward’s shoulder.

               Edward groaned. The sun was just coming up and the sky was starting to lighten. “Time for what?”

               “You idiot, Lucy’s in labor,” Winry said.

               Edward’s eyes shot open and he sat up. “Seriously? Now?!”

               “Yes! I can’t believe you didn’t hear the phone ring. Come on!” Winry said already getting into some day clothes.

               Edward jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. His eldest daughter was in labor with his first grandchild. It was weird to think that this kid would call him ‘grandpa’. He didn’t feel old though his joints begged to differ.

And over the years, Winry and Edward had managed to have five children. Ben, the eldest, was in Rush Valley finishing up his apprenticeship in automail. He had just gotten married a few months ago to a nurse named Julie. They had a quick engagement due to the bride being in the family way so Ben had to make it right by her.

Lucy, the eldest daughter, stayed in Risembool and worked as a seamstress under her mother-in-law. Her husband, Wesley, was a local grade school teacher. They were married a year ago and were about to have their first child.

Edward and Winry walked down the hall to their second daughter’s room. Sophie was 15 and took after Edward in every way. She was studying to be an alchemist, and she was hoping to get into university next year. Her long golden hair flowed over the side of the pillow. Edward knocked on the door, and her golden eyes met his. “Hey Soph, Lucy’s in labor so we’re heading over. Watch over the boys while we’re gone.”

Sophie groaned. She didn’t like being the babysitter. “They’re 12, they can take care of themselves.”

Winry crossed her arms. “Sophie, just make sure they don’t burn down the house cooking breakfast.”

“Fine,” Sophie groaned and turned over to go back to sleep.

Edward shook his head. He checked on the last two of his children. Their twin boys, Hugh and Henry. Winry gave Edward one more chance to have another boy, and they ended up with two. After that, Winry was done being pregnant. Hugh and Henry were good kids. Both had bright blonde hair but Hugh had green eyes, just like Trisha. Edward and Winry were surprised by this but Edward was really glad to see some of his mom passed on to the next generation.

They walked swiftly to Lucy and Wesley’s home watching the sun rise. Lucy and Wesley lived closer to town, which had grown some over the years. It was where the school and seamstress shop were so it made sense for them.

Wesley opened the door before they had a chance to knock on it. He had light brown hair and kind brown eyes. “Oh thank god you’re here.”

Winry came in worried. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, she’s just in so much pain. She just really wanted you here,” Wesley explained.

They heard Lucy cry out from up the stairs. Edward ran up there followed by Winry and Wesley. He ran into their bedroom and saw Lucy’s face scrunched up in pain and then she relaxed. Her blue eyes teared up as she saw her parents. “Mom, Dad, you’re here.”

Edward took Lucy’s hand. “Of course, we’re here.” He kissed her forehead.

Winry went straight to business. “How far apart are your contractions?”

Wesley answered. “About 8 minutes.”

Winry nodded. She figured they still had some time. Plus, they needed to get the room ready. “Let’s get everything ready. Lucy, why don’t you walk around for a little while? It’ll help speed up your labor too. We have to get your bed ready.”

Lucy groaned. “Walk around? I don’t feel like walking.”

Winry put her hands on her hips. “Do you want to have a long labor? Trust me, you’re going to want this over sooner than later. Get up. Come on.” Winry was helping her up. “Wesley, take her and walk around. Ed and I will get the bed ready.”

Lucy reluctantly got up. She didn’t handle pain well.  Winry found the delivery basket from the midwife and started setting newspaper and pads on the bed so their mattress wouldn’t get ruined in the birthing process. Edward saw all the baby stuff set up. The little clothes that were picked out for today and the bassinet just waiting to be used. He hadn’t dealt with these items in what seemed like an eternity.

Lucy came back in and sat on the bed. They timed her contractions and soon they were down to six minutes. Winry told Edward “Call the midwife. We’ll need her soon.” Edward phoned the midwife, who said she would be there soon.

Wesley met Edward. He had to call his mom to let her know of the arrival coming, and that Lucy would be taking her maternity leave finally. Lucy was a week overdue but had still worked until yesterday. Wes’s mom would take care of the shop today and come over that evening after closing time.

The midwife arrived and check Lucy. She was only 5 cm. Wesley walked around with Lucy stopping for contractions every now and then. Edward took over on timing them.

Lucy sits on the bedside for a break. Winry told Edward that they somehow needed to distract Lucy. She was too focused on the pain. Edward then remembered something that might help. He found Lucy’s hairbrush and hair tie. He went to Lucy and asked her “Want me to braid your hair?”

Lucy looked at him like he was crazy but she relaxed. “Okay.”

Edward sat behind her and brushed her hair. Lucy smiled. It felt good having her hair brushed.

“You know I did this for your mom when she was in labor. She liked having it pulled back.”

“Really? Yeah, I guess it does feel good,” Lucy told him. Wesley admired their interaction. He hoped he would be a good father like Edward had been. Though he had no clue how to braid someone’s hair.

Lucy started talking more to distract her from the pain. “Mom, what about the shop?”

“Don’t worry, I called my assistant. He’ll be taking over for this week. It’s still okay if I stay here and help with the baby, right?”

Lucy and Wesley answered together “YES!” They were both excited and nervous, and were grateful for Winry’s help.

Winry continued “And pretty soon, your brother will be helping me. I’m glad him and his wife are moving here. He’ll be a licensed automail engineer soon.” Plus, with Ben’s wife being a nurse, she could help with surgeries.

Eventually Lucy’s contractions were in shorter intervals and it was time for her to push. Edward was asked to step out by Lucy. He was grateful that they both agreed that Edward didn’t need to see that part of Lucy. Though it was harder hearing Lucy cry out.

The door opened and Wesley stepped out looking pale. “Need more towels.”

“Wes, you okay?” Edward stood up because Wesley looked like he was about to pass out. He didn’t like the sight of blood. “Why don’t you have a seat?” Edward guided him to the chair he had been sitting in.

“Thanks. I’m just nervous.” Wes breathed out.

“Did you eat anything?” Edward asked. Wesley shook his head. “Why I don’t I make a sandwich real quick? Can’t have you passing out on Lucy.”

Wesley nodded. Edward went downstairs and made a quick sandwich that Wesley quickly devoured. Edward told him “Don’t worry, it’ll be worth it.” Edward handed him the towels and Wesley went back in with more color on his face.

After hearing Lucy crying out, Edward heard an infant cry. ‘Finally.’ Edward breathed out. He was still worried about the wellbeing of Lucy. He paced up and down the hall until Winry came out of the room.

“Congratulations! You’re a grandpa. Mom and baby are doing great.” Winry said and Edward took her in his arms.

“That’s so awesome! It’s just so ….. awesome!” Edward exclaimed.

“You still call the miracle of life awesome,” Winry chastised him.

“Well there’s no better word for it,” Edward said.

“I guess you’re right.”

“So what is it?” Edward inquired.

“A little girl. We have a granddaughter,” Winry told him. Her eyes moistened slightly.

“Awww Winry, don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it. I’m really happy. I have to help clean up but we’ll bring you in soon.”

Edward nodded. ‘A granddaughter. I still can’t believe it,’ he thought. He couldn’t wait to spread the news so he called Alphonse, who residing in Risembool also with his wife Mei and their two kids. Then he phoned Ben, his eldest son, who was ecstatic that his sister had her baby. Edward hung up when Winry came to get him to meet the newest family addition.

Edward walked in, and saw Lucy in bed holding a bundle of blankets. Wesley sat on the bed next to her, proud as he looked down at the infant. Edward smiled as he saw Lucy crying happily with her new baby. He came over next to her and looked at the baby. She had light brown hair from her father and bright blue eyes from her mother. “Well, look at you. Aren’t you just gorgeous?” Edward told the baby and he looked up at Lucy. “Great job Lucy. You did awesome.”

“Thanks Dad,” Lucy said wiping her tears and getting herself more composed.

Winry asked “So what are you going to call her?”

Lucy looked over at Wesley. “Does she like Elizabeth to you?”

Wesley nodded. “Yeah, Elizabeth it is.”

Winry put her arm around Edward, who naturally put his arm around her too. Winry looked at the baby “Well hello Elizabeth.”

The four of them each had turns holding the baby. Edward was last in the group that was there to hold Elizabeth. He was sitting in a rocking chair with Elizabeth when there was a knock on the door. Sophie, Hugh, and Henry had finished their school day, and came by to check on Lucy. They saw Lucy sitting in bed, and Edward holding the bundle. Lucy’s siblings crowded around Edward and admired the baby.

Sophie looked at Lucy. “Wow, it’s so awesome.”

Winry rolled her eyes and laughed. “Sophie, you’re just like you’re father. Calling childbirth awesome.”

Sophie and Edward looked at her with the same annoyed look. But they both let it go.  Edward saw most of his children before him and the new baby, he felt an emotion that he hadn’t felt in a long time. All the pain they had been through, especially when they were younger, was worth it for this moment. To hold a new life in his arms was precious. One of the best moments that outweighed the negative events that had happened.

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