#being forward about this shit keeps us alive <3

[saltingsmells]

i made it to one year sober

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (1) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n hello, this is called welcome to part 1 of a fic no one will read :) also i have a taglist now (yay?) so shoot me a reply if ur interested in being added <3

masterlist | prologue | part 1 | next part

TWITTER

lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h omg my f1wags debut??? y'all i've really made it 🫶

EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 2h us when our frontwoman decides to hard launch her relationship that we were scrambling to denounce: 🙂🔪🩷 ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 1h the EB Bar admin working overtime bc lina insists on stoking the flames of this ridiculous rumour ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h media literacy where? this is a fucking confirmation bestie

INSTAGRAM

selinabui

liked by oscarpiastri and 103,273 others

selinabui me when i lie to myself and go date yet ANOTHER athlete 🤠👍 this one goes vroom vroom in expensive cars (p.s. dear news sites, pls stop using my old photos)

cameliazzz all that expensive media training chucked down the drain i see

eb_jonno the orange jumpscare holy shit lina it's like u hate him or smth ↳ selinabui @eb_jonno wdym he's very cute 🫶

landonorris Oh hello there ↳ oscarpiastri @ landonorris 😀 ↳ mclarwins @ landonorris OMFG LANDO WHAT ↳ selinabui @ landonorris bro why are you acting like we've never met or smth ↳ pi4str1 @ selinabui there's something about her that's so 😭

TWITTER

🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 5h ok i fear we need to start weighing up the pros and cons ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 5h pros: WE'RE FREE FROM AMERICANS, he's actually cute, we already follow f1 bc of guanyu, he's aussie <3 cons: white, he's another fucking athlete, orange ↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 4h 'free from americans' SO TRUE we were in the trenches with t*mmy

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h everything i find about this girl is just 😬 ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h oscar, get the FUCK away from that girl ↳ clovie @ luvyouvie · 2h omg why, what's up with her?? ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h kinda the classic rockstar shit and her ex is tommy howard (nfl running back)

liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 18h SELINA WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS??? WHERE DID THIS ENERGY GO 😭😭😭

↳ emme @flowersforcami · 18h as smo with a footballer ex, the comment on massive egos is so true T_T

↳ Ryan Forrest @ryanforrest93 · 17h Every time that interview pops up on my TL, I just get reminded of how YOUNG she was going through all of that nonsense. She was barely 20 and totally being gaslit by that arsehole. ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 17h ^^THIS!! yes!! it was crazy that ppl gave her so much shit about staying with tommy even after the cheating but it was her first real relationship and it fucked her up massively

INSTAGRAM

zhouguanyu24 Margaret Court Arena

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zhouguanyu24 Went to go check on the baby sister 💪

selinabui my personal photographer fr (good luck tmr 💚)

emptybottlesbar Always stoked to have family stop by for a listen! Best of luck on the track 💪 ↳ selinabui @emptybottlesbar he doesn't need luck. he needs his team to fix the pit stop problem. he needs divine intervention

zhouguanyu_br piastri is dating zhou's sister?? ↳ jemma.wren @zhouguanyu_br cousin actually, in chinese culture they refer to paternal cousins as just siblings

stakef1team Looking forward to seeing Lina in the garage ↳ selinabui @stakef1team oh lmao that's not happening 🥰 ↳ pastry81 @ selinabui IJBOL she said you ain't SHIT see you in the papaya garage

cameliazzz thanks for dropping by on ur race weekend <3 hope it was worth your while (and family-friendly 🤫) ↳ zhouguanyu24 @ cameliazzz Thank you for keeping her alive ↳ selinabui @ cameliazzz why has it taken you over 20 minutes to go get pizza 🤡 ↳ cameliazzz @ selinabui why are you asking in ur cousin's comments 🤡🤡🤡 (they need to cooka da pizza)

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

emme @flowersforcami · 34m walk with me here... if zhou went to friday's show, do you think oscar did as well? and if so... did they just watch empty bottles' almost 2 hours set of lina and kas flirting 😭 ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 22m i literally can't think of anything else now :) do you know what the encore song was? ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 21m kaslina duet of we don't talk anymore (og by charlie puth) ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 20m oh how do we even defend them

EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 1h whole team in shambles... @EB_selina we hope it was worth it

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h every linami realising they need to defend her stage persona to piastri fans... ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h WE SWEAR ON OUR HONOUR THAT THIS GIRL IS A TOTAL LOOOOOSER. SHE'S NOTHING LIKE WHAT THE MEDIA WRITES HER AS. HER ONE HOBBY IS SUDOKU. SHES A COMPLETE DOORMAT 😭😭 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 1h ok well, hang on... i think they get the point

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 5h after a literal night of deep-diving, i take back everything i've ever said about selina bui bc she's such a cutie honestly i get it, i kinda want her now

INSTAGRAM

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Finally got the green light to 'hard launch'

selinabui sorry i needed to be vetted so hard :/

logansargeant Oh so we're keeping secrets from each other now #fakefriend ↳ oscarpiastri @ logansargeant Sorry, did i forget the bit when you were there when we met or something 🙂

2cami4lina oh she let him in the studio, we're fucking done for

ausgp Some extra Aussie luck for the home race ↳ pi4str1 @ ausgp she's australian??? ↳ emptybottlos @pi4str1 do a simple google search first - the whole band is australian 🤡 they all grew up in sydney

piastri_lina but wait, the way i lowk manifested this... ↳ emptyb-aid @piastri_lina lock ur doors i fear i'm coming for you

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife

[joyfuladorable]

Fuck it, here's all my favorite Mikey-centric fanfics!!

There's A LOT + personal blurbs, so they're going under the cut (Mostly AO3, but there are some FFN links, too. Also, besides like the first two, there's no favoritism in the order)

2k3:

Pretend That I Never Left by redstringraven(sirimiri) - Complete/Plans for an Epilogue & Sequel!!

Fic that changed my BRAIN?! If my fanart [1 | 2 | 3] for it is any indicator, lol. I'll say for the umpteenth time that if you're looking for an Excellent Mikey fic with Perfect Characterization, this is IT (and you don't need to know ANYTHING about HZD trust me TRUST ME this fic deserves WAY more love) His swift ride-or-die friendship with Aloy will melt your damn heart!

Dragon of the Sun by ForestWhisper3 - Ongoing

My Other TOP favorite Mikey fic!! Again, fanart [1 | 2 | 3] indicator! Slow Burn(ish) Canon Divergence of Mikey unlocking his Mystic Powers as his family looks on in dismay as they struggle to protect him. The Good Shit!!!

Of Darkness And Light by Bayluff - Complete

OOOOOOO THIS ONE! Very good (also drew fanart for it)! Evil creature literally trying to consume Mikey's lifeforce from within as his family scrambles to help

A Chat With The Titan by secreterces5 - Complete

Mikey has a fun one-on-one talk with the supposedly reformed Bishop in Fast Forward. Mikey vaguely threatening Bishop, HEEHEE

A Simple Act Of Kindness by UlisaBarbic - Complete

That feel when you put your worth in what you can DO and the wish to be Acknowledged and the ONE thing you thought you did right was taken away OOGH AGH OOOOGH

Difficulty Breathing by RealityBreakGirl - Complete

Mikey did not come out of Grudge Match unscathed *smile* Truly one of my favorite 03 Mikey prompts to read about (honestly just check the entirety of the Grudge Match tag on AO3 for a fun time)

"A delivery boy! Uh, or turtle." by LollyHolly99 - Complete

Fic that has the distinction of being the first one I ever did fanart for! Gender Feels for Mikey cuz they're just like me FR!!

What Darkness Most Fears by UlisaBarbic - Complete

OOOGH AGH I LOVE THIS ONE!! Mikey has to save his bros from the clutches of an evil spirit while surviving horrifying monsters and battling a wicked fever!

Michelangelo by ForestWhisper3 - Complete

Mikey through the eyes of his family and how much they respect him and know him UwU

Mikey's Jigsaw by SailorSaysAhoy - Complete

Another awesome gender Mikey fic HOOHAA

Train-Wreck of Thought by halogalopaghost - Complete

When you're so talented you learn how to astral project but you start using it for pranks instead of understanding the drawbacks of said power and that bites you majorly in the ass big time (very good my stomach turned while reading this /pos)

A Brother's Bond by SuperKat - Complete

Mikey gets Real Sick and the fam can't help but remember last time one of them got so ill. OH MAN heartstrings WILL be pulled in this one!!

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by moogsthewriter - Complete

Why can't Mikey ever catch a break during Christmas! A short fic that I enjoy Immensely for Mikey being stubbornly heroic and his family desperately trying to play catch up to help him

Questioning Choices by Mystic Medjai - Complete

Fun day at the beach goes catastrophically bad and the fam has to make difficult decisions to keep Mikey alive. THIS THIS THIS!! If I could pour this into my veins for the perfectly paced plot and characterization...

When It Counts by Kallasilya - Complete

Short fic of Mikey stubbornly and bitterly proving his brothers wrong (+ Don being a good brother)

Favourite Disease by devirnis - Complete

Mikey is forced to save his brothers as his body gradually falls apart from the inside. SO GOOD UGH Mikey being forced to deal with situations on his own always show how far he can Shine!

Nowhere Boy by taizi - Complete

OOOH I dunno how I can summarize this without giving the plot away but just know Mikey pulls through by thinking of his family

To Fit the Crime by T33la - Complete

AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!! Mikey is accused of Murder and receives his sentence before his brothers can even jump to his defense! Oh the twists and turns of this murder mystery!!

you want to know why i sit and sigh (the night is so young it hurts) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Angel and Mikey bonding over comics and unsupportive brothers So Cute)

imma be real with you (cause i started being real with me) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete

Leo and Usagi being supportive of Mikey as he struggles to train for the upcoming Battle Nexus fight (and also maybe they flirt with each other a teensy bit)

just a hop, skip, and a jump away by baba_buoy - Complete

Mikey sick fic. Heart melting amounts of comfort UwU

Weak Link by yellowhollyhock - Complete

Sweet fic of Mikey feeling insecure about his place on the team, and Leo going through great lengths to prove him wrong like a good older brother :')

'Cause you are the sun, he is your moon/And though he can't speak, he will thank you soon by naivesilver - Complete

Post-Grudge Match Mikey waking up in the middle of the night bitter and sore and gods damn why's Raph awake, too?

Hunted by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

Mikey wandering the woods alone in the middle of the night and having a VERY unfortunate encounter with hunters

Flipbook by T33la - Complete

Heartfelt moment between Mikey and Don concerning SAINW that makes me want to smash a cinder block against my head /pos

Dramaturgy by Completely_Unaware - Ongoing

Mind the tags! Mikey deals with a Battle Nexus loss in an unhealthy way (UmU)

The Red Means I Love You (Work) by AnonymousCritter - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS! AU of Fast Forward. Mikey isn't saved from the traffickers in time and things spiral from there

The So-Called "Champion of the Battle Nexus" by 0ozero0 - Ongoing

Grudge Match canon divergence where Mikey gets hurt a little more seriously than in canon (but still wins)

2012:

Devil took your hand by moogsthewriter & taizi - Complete

Mikey mind controlled by the Shredder moment!! *laughs through my pain and tears and screaming*

walk with open hands by taizi - Complete

Mikey gets his hands on one of Renet's watches and things go topsy turvy from there (and it HURTS ME)

(un)reality by SpectrumWriting - Complete

Mind the Tags! Dimension X AU where Mikey is captured by the Kraang and is put through the wringer in more ways than one (OWIE)

evermore (Dimension X AU) series by coffeejellyenthusiast - Complete?

Mind the Tags! Mikey was in Dimension X for over a year and he's NOT OKAY

Gravitational Collapse series by Writing_In_Denial - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!! An Incredible it gets worse before it gets better series of Mikey being unintentionally abandoned by his brothers post-series and dealing with some Major Isolation and OOOGH IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BUT I WILL KEEP READING FOR THE EVENTUAL COMFORT

traveling so far to get there by taizi - Complete

Mikey and Raph getting stuck in an empty, post-apocalyptic world and struggling to survive (their BOND IN THIS IS SO SWEET WEH)

Rise:

nice, nice by postergirlsprank - Complete

Short fic of Casey Sr and Mikey bonding after an unfortunate encounter while on a snack run (Hey if you want more context for how this author writes Casey, go read his fic Imperfect Animals too heehoo)

either way, we're not alone by sinaesthesis - Complete

Mikey throughout the years of the Kraang Apocalypse (Lots of Loss and Hurt and Badassery)

going under by redhairedmuses - Complete

Mikey almost drowns during a fight with a mutant

Hyperactive Hypothermia by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

After Mikey's winter wear accidentally goes in flames and a villain-enduced avalanche, Donnie struggles to keep his baby brother warm

that’s where the blood’s supposed to be! by Dragon_Scales_and_Fairy_Tales - Complete

With Raph and Leo constantly bickering, Mikey ignores a very serious injury after a fight with Meat Sweats

Clever Little Dino! by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete

Mikey trying to keep a robot pet a secret and suffering the consequences

Vs The World by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete

The aftermath of the Kraang strains the family's bonds, and Mikey feels hopelessly alone (and definitely isn't dealing with his trauma properly)

Empathy Amplified by Filsamek - Complete

When you accidentally use your powers to connect with your brothers' emotions then purposefully use them to ease their pain

Sunshine in the Rain by Carnati0n_bl00m - Complete

Probably the first fic I read after watching the Rise movie cuz I wanted to find something Mikey-centric involving Bishop and BOY does it deliver with the additional bonus of Leatherhead!! (also hey look fanart)

A Mystic Connection by rytheoneandonly - Complete

Mikey's mystic powers manifesting and evolving in ways he could never predict (aka Long Fic of Mikey stumbling to figure out why he wakes up exhausted and hurt every night)

The whole world in your corner series by GibbousLunation - Complete

Two fics of Mikey being Mikey and his bros being protective

Better Check Twice by Marz_Zero - Ongoing

Bishop captures a turtle with a bear trap (OW) and is an absolute bastard about it

Come Home Soon by Sherlock_Brolmes - Ongoing

With his brothers unavailable, Mikey (with the help of a former enemy) uncovers a massive conspiracy involving New York and the Hidden City. I LOVE THIS I LOVE SOLO DUO TEAM-UPS!!!! *PUNCHES THE AIR 13 TIMES*

Mikey's Artistic Guide to Dealing with Trauma and Fame by Origami_Nami - Ongoing

Mikey using graffiti as an outlet and accidentally becoming famous

Rook by unorthodoxx - Ongoing

Another Bishop fic of him outwitting the turtles to abduct one of them (Mikey)

Multi/Other:

Mystic Malfunction by VanillaVengeance - Ongoing

Rise Mikey accidentally portals himself to the 2012 Universe and struggles to survive and avoid this other version of his family (with mixed success). The progression of familial bonds in this is just *Chef's Kiss*

The Gauntlet by T33la - Complete

A mix of IDW & 03, a wonderful showcase of how Donnie and Mikey support each other (also, a cool invention and a big rocket and a terrifying near-death experience are involved)

I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Up Again) by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing

MIND THE TAGS!!! Set in its own original iteration, Mikey has been immortal for as long as he can remember, and he's used to his occasional deaths (and revivals). But then his brothers find out... (AGH AGH THIS ALSO HURTS MEEEEE BUT OOGH the comfort and hope of the later chapters is so Worth It)

Whumptober 2023 series by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing?

Collection of Mikey-centric one-shots from different iterations and feeling the HURT (Personal favorites are If Only the World Could Stop Spinning..., Just a Flesh Wound, and Not the Best of Days)

To Know Peace (You Gotta Let Go) by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing (technically)

The Last Ronin Spoilers!! Mikey survives and whisks the new turtle tots away to live on a farm instead of being raised as soldiers. (AUUUUUU THE FEELS!! THE TOTS! MIKEYYYY!!!)

How to accidentally kidnap yourself several times over by Camildeni - Ongoing

Rise Mikey gets captured and accidentally summons other iterations (03, 12, and Bay) of himself trying to get out! They do NOT have a good time!! (but at least they have each other)

the dad diaries by angelmichelangelo - Ongoing

More TLR Mikey being a Dad (and dealing with his trauma sorta kinda)

The neighboring cell by SaltyYagi - Ongoing

2012 Mikey and Rise Leo trying to escape Dimension X together (and bonding)

Bonus Non-Mikey-centric:

Weathered Strings, Tethered Wings by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing

(2003) SAINW AU!!! With the possibility of Don being alive dangled in front of them, the remaining turtles begrudgingly reunite to save him. Drew a cover for this with more art to come! LOVING the slow burn of reconciliation between these bitter old turtles UwU (Bitter Old Mikey my poor Bestie)

Mutant Nightmare by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) The immediate aftermath of Worlds Collide

Hanging By A Turtle by CamsthiSky - Complete

(Rise) Literally the turtles struggling to get out of a deep pit they're hanging over

Shell Game by T33la - Complete

(2003) OKAY OKAY SO!!! OOGH Don encounters something Impossible while prepping a tracking device (for himself) and it snowballs into another Renet-involved time adventure (AND UMMM lots of existential contemplation and a surprise historical guest who's Very Cool)

Turtle Power by halogalopaghost - Complete

(2003) Immediate aftermath of the star ship reactor explosion in Exodus

Disposable by orphan_account (kudos to you wherever you are, author) - Complete

(2003) Bishop captures Don and Mikey and gives them a terrible choice

Dissection by AmevelloBlue - Complete

(2003) So much Comfort after the trauma of Worlds Collide (ie Don's interrogation and Mikey almost getting sliced open)

Find the Road by SillySocks - Complete

(2003) Perfect encapsulation of the family as they cope with Leo's absence while he trains with the Ancient One

Handle with Care by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete

(2003) April is seriously injured during a mission and has to deal with the turtles distancing themselves from her as she recovers

mind-body problem by hiraethseok - Complete

(2003) April and the Turtles Being Siblings the Fic

Healing in Tandem by Eggstasy - Complete

(2003) Canon divergence of Worlds Collide where Splinter is just a little too late to intervene before Bishop starts sawing into Mikey's shell

Let's Take Ibuprofen Together by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) The turtles swap body and have learn to cope with each other's chronic pain

Not the Face I Know by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing

(2003) Mikey accidentally makes a wish that changes his family's lives forever (THEY'RE HUMAN THEY BECOME HUMAN AND THE PLOT IS COOL AND ALSO QUEER THEMES MY BELOVED)

The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 by AmevelloBlue - Ongoing

(2003) AU of Fast Forward where the Dark Turtles are babies instead and are very swiftly adopted by the Fam

The Labyrinth by HALFnHALF1 - Ongoing

(Mix of IDW/03) The Turtles wake up separated in a labyrinth with only a mysterious voice in their heads to guide them (and manipulate them)

“You didn’t tell me your extended family was in town!” by BoStaffsAreCool - Ongoing

Post-Turtles Forever. The 03 fam is Just beginning to wind down after the events of the movie and look who's knocking at April's door (the 87 turtles)

[lethalchiralium]

No More | [3] | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: i think i have a storyline. i’m winging the SHIT out of this y’all it’s not even funny. (…maybe a top gun-ish au but we’ll see) I LITERALLY CANNOT FIGURE OUT HOW TO KEEP THIS GOING BUT I KEEP FINESSING??? WHAT IS HAPPENING. this sucks too but whatever. i love it. messy is messy and i love it

warnings: angst, cussing, MEDICAL ATTENTION/INACCURACIES, cerby being both useless and useful but we love him, MENTIONS/ALLUSIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE (NOT ABOUT ANYONE FROM 141), cussing, violence, trauma, Top Gun ;)

summary: It takes time heal a wound that big. Alejandro and Soap are big oafs, you have unwanted conversations in person and in text, one with Keegan and one with your elusive best friend back home.

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Against Simon’s best protests, you found yourself sitting at your desk on base, already gone over files you meant to before the mission. Your pen hadn’t stopped writing as you signed off on patient notes, confirming what you had put down when you examined them.

It was nearing ten in the morning when your personal phone began to buzz. You glanced up from your notes, grabbing it and looking at the notifications.

ROOS: Alive?

It was your best friend. He texted you every few months to make sure you were, indeed, alive. He fought you tooth and nail about you joining the 141, that’s why you don’t talk as often as you used to.

YOU: Maybe. What’s up?

ROOS: Just checking

YOU: You okay?

ROOS: Had a bad dream.

ROOS: Are you okay? Are you safe?

It wasn’t often that Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw asked if you were safe. It wasn’t often that he texted you at all. Your nightmares were about surviving a plane crash, eating dinner next to frozen and rotting corpses in a town in Ukraine - his nightmares were of flying back day after you crashed to explode your plane so the enemy had no access to the technology, his nightmares were of the weeks of mourning he did of you because your rescue was a classified Special Forces op. That and sometimes, it was of the night you two don’t speak about anymore. He’s protective of you.

YOU: Yes, I’m safe. And at work. I’ve got like 10 guard dogs.

ROOS: Okay

YOU: One of them’s a real dog

YOU: Are you okay? Do you need me to call you?

ROOS: No

YOU: Was it about Ukraine or about Nevada?

ROOS: Nevada

Well, there goes the not talking about that specific traumatic night.

YOU: Do you want to talk about it?

A knock sounded at your door, you glanced up from your phone to let out a calm, “Come in.”

The door opened quickly as you heard the clack of claws on the concrete, you pushed your chair away - a smile invaded your face. Cerberus yapped like a puppy, his front paws coming to set on your thighs as you took his face in one hand, scratching his head with the other while still holding your phone. “Hi, baby.”

The German Shepherd shoved himself forwards, his wet tongue licking your nose and cheek - you pushed him down and laughed, “No kisses, honey, we’re working.”

“He likes you a lot more than he ever will me.” You looked up to see the familiar cloth skull mask of Keegan, his hands shoved in his pockets. You smiled at him.

“How’s your chest? Doing okay?”

Keegan nodded, moving forwards to place Cerberus’s blue leash on your desk. He shrugged, crossing his arms.

“Just came to say thank you.”

Your eyes widened a fraction, hands stopped petting Cerberus - who whined in annoyance. His wet snout pushed underneath your hand, trying to get you to continue to pet him. “I just did my job.”

He sighed, going to pull the chair opposite of you out. He sat down quickly, hands wringing each other. “You didn’t-“ He paused. “You almost died.”

“Part of the job.” Your eyes glanced at your files on your desk before you set your phone on your desk.

“I remember how bad your nightmares were when you first joined us.” He recalled, hands settling on his thighs before he finally locked eyes with you. “Just wanted to make sure you’re gonna be okay before we leave.”

“So soon?” Your eyes widened with surprise. “I thought Price was keeping you guys here for a couple more months.”

“That plant they’re building is something big. Caught the eyes of the US Navy, which means-“

“Top Gun.” You finished for your friend, he gave you a knowing look. The only thing he knew was that something bad happened to you on a mission in Top Gun, he knew about the nightmares.

“Look on the bright side,” Keegan’s voice pulled you from almost jumping off the precipice into what could happen. Your hands clenched into fists. “You’re a very important medical Captain, and you’re not under their jurisdiction anymore.”

You would think. You wanted to say that Laswell kept you as a standby pilot, even though she promised you she’d never make you fly. So, in the eyes of the US Government, you were still a Top Gun asset. A damn good one at that, to the point you knew that Top Gun was pestering Laswell for you back. You wouldn’t tell Keegan that though - he’d rip someone’s throat out with his teeth.

Keegan cleared his throat. “You don’t ever have to fly again, Mercy.”

Before Ghost, there was Keegan who woke you from nightmares. Sure, he wouldn’t hold you but he’d sit next to you and quietly talk about something random, something informational - like the design and sinking of ships. If you put thought to those talks, you would be able to talk about his favorite ships. He was a good friend, incredibly loyal. You were the same.

You nodded, hands going back to pet Cerberus, whose head had settled on your thigh, eyes gazing up at you. You looked at him and smiled, scratching behind his ear. He let out a happy little yap before you looked back at Keegan, a solemn nod came from him.

“You know my number, Mercy.”

“Rest up, Sergeant.” You commented, he stood then.

He walked towards the door, opening it before he took a brief pause, looking back at you. “Be careful with Ghost.” And with that, he was out the door and had shut it behind him. Your eyebrows furrowed.

Keegan had known you two had been together since… you got together. What does that mean?

Cerberus whined, making you look back at him. He raised his paw and smacked your leg, you pet him with one hand as you grabbed your phone again, seeing more messages from Rooster.

ROOS: Trying to wake you up in your apartment. Then it was me running to the ER with you in my arms.

ROOS: I hated that feeling

ROOS: I still hate it

ROOS: I’m sorry I’m bothering you

ROOS: Please don’t tell me if you have a boyfriend again

You internally groaned, knowing how incredibly protective he got of you because of your last relationship - which was almost five years ago. You kept scratching behind Cerberus’ ear, his leg thumped against the floor.

YOU: …Surprise?

ROOS: I think I’m going to have a heart attack

ROOS: I’m gonna throw up

YOU: If it makes you feel any better, we’ve been together for a year and a half and he hasn’t done anything to me other than make me overthink things. He loves me and I know he does

ROOS: It does not make me feel better you ass. YEAR AND A HALF AND YOU HAVEN’T TOLD ME

ROOS: And stop fucking saying shit like ‘oh he loves me, he loves me not’ . That’s exactly what happened last time, you’re starting to fucking freak me out

YOU: I don’t know what else to tell you. He’s a good man.

ROOS: Last time you said that I broke my entire hand in a man’s face. Please tell me you’re safe

You wouldn’t have taken that shit from anyone else. If anyone snapped at you like that in person, they’d be on their back with a knife on their throat. By you or your guard dogs - Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro; Rudy, if you asked nicely. All the men you’ve grown to cherish their companies.

You began to type to Rooster again when there was another knock on your door, three in rapid succession. Your eyebrows furrowed, slightly annoyed. “Yes?”

The door flung open, Cerberus whined when you stopped scratching his ear as you stood, seeing Soap stumble in with a hand on his head. You flung your phone onto your desk, eyes widened. Right behind him was Alejandro and, unsurprisingly, Ghost. You were immediately around Cerberus and your desk, reaching for Soap as he groaned in pain. “What the Hell happened?!”

“Muppets got too involved in their trainin’.” Ghost growled, Alejandro gave you a smile to which you noticed the bloody gash on his forehead.

“You’re both idiots.” You grabbed Soap’s arm and pulled him towards your cot, motioning Alejandro to follow. Cerberus weaved through your patients effortlessly, immediately going straight for Ghost. He pawed at Ghost’s leg while you forced and Sergeant and Colonel to sit on your makeshift examination table. Both of them stared at you, Soap looked like he was out of it. You grabbed a pair of medical gloves, pulling them on quickly.

“Also might be nursin’ a hangover.” Soap mumbled, you rolled your eyes. Of course he had gone out last night. You would have smacked him upside the head had he not been cradling it. You forced him to move his head, seeing the bloody gash on the back of his head near his mohawk.

“Christ, how hard did you headbutt each other?” You mumbled, going to grab your med kit.

“Was his fault.” Alejandro murmured, closing his eyes. “Feels like he cracked my head open like a coconut.” You pulled out your pocket flashlight from your vest, making Soap face you again.

“Keep your eyes open and look at my nose.” The Scot blinked a few times before staring at your nose, you flashed the light into his eyes - they were both reactive, so there wasn’t brain damage. You held up your finger. “Follow my finger.” His eyes followed your finger back and forth, he was responsive so you weren’t worried. You put the flashlight back in your vest before moving Soap’s head again to look at the gash. “Helluva hit, fellas.”

“Thanks.” Both Soap and Alejandro said, the Colonel laughed.

“Didn’t mean to hitcha that hard, hermano.” Soap mumbled as you moved to Alejandro, instructing him the same way. Look at my nose, follow my finger - his coffee like eyes were sinkholes, he did as you told him. If you had taken a moment to set back, you would’ve said that he was your new version of Rooster. A Special Op Limited Edition, with better maintained hair and great jawline.

If you weren’t so enraptured by Simon, you would’ve dove for Alejandro the second he gave you any sort of glare. But no, you’d choose your ice cold boyfriend over a cowboy casanova. Maybe in another life.

You moved the Colonel’s head towards you. It was a thin cut on his forehead, jagged but nothing a small bandage can’t fix. You turned around, peeling off your gloves before grabbing your phone. You opened it, amazed at how many texts Rooster had sent.

ROOS: Please don’t ignore me right now I will get Ice on the phone this instant

ROOS: I mean it

ROOS: Sorry you’re probably busy

ROOS: Just stay safe please.

ROOS: I can’t have a repeat of that shit .I’ll lose my mind

ROOS: Call me when you’re free

ROOS: Please

ROOS: I really don’t want to have to go detective on you and show up at your doorstep like a dog

ROOS: Cause I will

ROOS: You’re worrying me, please don’t make me have to call Mav. If I have to call Mav you will never hear the end of it I SWEAR IT. YOU’LL HEAR ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU’RE DEAD

YOU: I’m working, I’ll text you later

“Dramatic bitch,” You mumbled to yourself before turning your phone off. You moved across the room to your sink. You began to wash your hands as Cerberus poked you with his nose. You glanced down at him. “Go play with Dumb and Dumber, buddy. I’ll be a minute.”

The dog whined, pawing at your leg and poking you with his snout again. He wasn’t alerting, he was trying to get your attention. A search and rescue dog like Cerberus had no job right now since he was on base, except to sometimes get in your way. You gave him a sharp glare. “Now.”

Cerberus let out a loud whine of annoyance before he huffed, walking away towards Alejandro.

“Don’t have to be mean to the poor dog, lass.” Soap commented, you shot him a glare when you dried your hands with a paper towel. He threw his hands up.

“He knows I’ve got stuff going on, he likes to be bothersome.” You pulled on new gloves and grabbed the equipment you needed, moving your chair over to the cot with your foot. You sat down gracelessly, setting bandages and hydrogen peroxide on your lap. You pulled a cotton swab from your vest, opening it and then dousing it in the peroxide.

You took Soap’s head in your hand and moved it again, letting the light shine into it as you dabbed on the peroxide - the man flinched.

“You’re usually chatty, hermana - what’s wrong?”

You glanced at Alejandro, tossing the swab into the garage can behind you. “Friend texted me. Chatted for a while.”

“You not like her or somethin’?” Soap asked, you settled the small adhesive bandage over his injury, sticking it to his shaved head with firm pressure. “You mind not pressin’ that hard?”

You smirked, waving him off. “You’re done.” The Sergeant smiled and stood, walking away from the cot while you faced Alejandro. “Bit of an argument, nothin’ new. Happens when you’ve known them your whole life.”

“Oh?” Alejandro smiled. “Like me and Rudy.”

You shrugged. “When I say my whole life, I mean as soon as I was brought home, I had a best friend.”

“Ah, not like me and Rudy.” He chuckled then, you cleaned the wound with another cotton swab and some peroxide - he didn’t even react.

“Not even close. I didn’t get a choice.” You threw away the swab, opening another bandage.

“You always have a choice in the people you keep company with.” Alejandro closed his eyes as you opened the bandage.

“Not when you’ve both put your lives on the line for each other without question, like I would all of you.” You mumbled, securing the bandage a lot softer than Soap. “Maybe not to the length I would for Roos, but it might be near it.”

“Roos?” Soap echoed, suddenly right next to you as you turned the opposite way to toss the trash into the bin.

“Nickname.” You shrugged, pulling off your gloves and standing. You gestured to the door. “You can leave now, just take some Tylenol if the pain persists.”

Cerberus whined as Alejandro stood, saying a quick farewell as he darted out the door - Soap lingered as you pushed your chair back to your desk. “You’re always so mean.”

“It’s,” You glanced at the digital clock on your desk. “almost eleven. I might just want to go get something to eat,” You sat down, throwing your feet up on your desk as you glared at the Scot. “Maybe I want to sit in silence like I was for the past five hours.”

“Aww, lass, you just wanna get railed by-“

“That’ll do.” Ghost’s voice boomed, making you jump a little as Soap whipped his head to look at his Lieutenant.

Cerberus found his way to you again, pawing at your leg. You reached forwards and scratched behind his ear as you watched Soap and Ghost have a small stare down. Soap backed down after a few seconds, glancing at you and then Ghost. “I’m going to take my leave.”

“As you should.” Ghost’s voice was low, both of you watched as he scurried out of the room, almost slamming the door behind him. You looked to Ghost, who visibly decompressed as he moved towards your cot in sluggish motions. He collapsed onto it, the cot let out a groan under his weight and his mask went straight into the white pillow you kept at the head of it.

You cocked your head to one side. “You hurt too?”

“No.” His voice was muffled.

“You’re just gonna sleep in here?”

“Yup.”

“Well,” You grabbed your phone again, hand leaving Cerberus as you pointed to Ghost. “Go lay down with Dad.”

The German Shepherd would never not take the opportunity to jump onto Ghost, even in a position like that. The dog sprinted the two feet away and jumped onto the Lieutenant’s back, he groaned loudly in pain. Cerberus’s tail wagged with a quick pace as he laid his head on Ghost’s shoulder blades. You quickly took a picture of it before sending it to Rooster.

YOU: oh no! my guard dog killed my guard dog :(

ROOS: THAT MAN IS HUGE .

YOU: Thanks! he’s mine :)

ROOS: I CANT KILL A MAN THAT BIG

YOU: Won’t need to. Pretty sure he’d die before he even raised his voice to me he’d be so ashamed.

YOU: I love him.

ROOS: you have got to stop having boyfriends. my heart can’t take it

YOU: You’re a clingy bitch.

ROOS: well at least someone cares for your well-being 🤍

YOU: My boyfriend does.

ROOS: Don’t fucking say that shit. I’m not getting traumatized again cause that guy is not a man, he is 100% a demon

YOU: LMAO

ROOS: HOW IS HE SO BIG

YOU: Idk. Go to bed idiot

ROOS: Fuck off

YOU: Love you too, clingy bitch.

ROOS: You’re a bitch too

YOU: All day, everyday.

“You’re not paying attention to me.”

You looked up from your phone, seeing now that he moved his head to look at you. Cerberus’s head rested where his nose settled right next to where Ghost’s ear would be. You put your phone down on your desk, putting your feet on the floor as you gazed at him. “I have never heard you say that before.”

“Maybe fuckin’ you would put your attention back on me.”

You rolled your eyes, setting back in your seat. “You’ll always have my attention. I’ve got to keep Roos updated before I get a search party sent on my ass.”

“Sounds clingy.” He murmured, you could barely see as his eyes closed.

“Sounds like what you would do if I didn’t answer your text right away.” You commented, looking at the files you had stared at all morning before stretching your arms above your head. “I’m probably gonna take a half day.”

Ghost hummed from the cot, Cerberus whined from above him. “Take the mutt with you.”

“Always.”

The man moved his body, making Cerberus jump from his back - Ghost groaned in pain. He rolled over like an oaf, since he was bigger than the cot itself. You smiled at him as he looked back to you. “C’mon.”

It was often that he would waltz into your office unannounced and collapse onto your cot, beckoning you to come lay on him. And you did, every time. You gracelessly climbed onto him, settling your head under his chin and stretching your legs out over his.

“You didn’t sleep last night.”

Your sort-of-happy mood completely fizzled out like a flame doused in water. You could’ve sworn he was asleep when you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, holding yourself in the bathtub until you felt like you could breathe again.

“Where’d do go?”

“Tub.” You murmured, hand crawling up his side and settling on his shoulder. “Had a bad nightmare.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I can’t tell you about it.” You spoke immediately, the phantom feeling of flames licking your skin made you bury your face into his clothed neck. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Well, uh…” His gloved hand went to your hair, petting you gently. “You know where I am.”

“Not really, not all the time.” You whispered, hand clutching his sleeve.

He huffed out a humorless laugh. “I guess not.”

“Is this your way of trying to make it up to me?”

He stilled a little, it wouldn’t be noticeable if you weren’t laying on his entire body. You drank in the fading smell of his musky cologne he wore sometimes, pressing the top of your head into the bottom of his jaw.

“It’s hard.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know how to.”

You moved your head up, raising it so you could see his eyes. “At least you’re trying.” You leaned forwards and kissed his cheek, then rolled off of him with a groan. “Alright, I’m going home. Need my key?”

He shrugged as you walked over to your small rucksack, checking what you had in it. “No, got the spare. I’ll lock up when I’m done.”

You looked over your shoulder him, seeing his arm over his eyes. You shook your head before grabbing Cerberus’a leash from your desk and walking back to him. You placed a kiss on the exposed skin of his arm and spoke, “I’ll see you at home.”

“Mmhmm.”

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Simon always made you take the car, the nice SUV he bought for himself yet will not drive - always makes up an excuse to have you drive, and you were grateful. You weren’t even sure he had a driver’s license, let alone any knowledge of driving. He was always keen to walk home anyway.

Cerby dove into the apartment as soon as you opened the door, he immediately sprinted his way to the living room. It wasn’t long before you heard a couple of glass bottles hit the rug and you groaned.

“Cerby, come here.” You called, dropping your rucksack on the floor and shutting the door behind you. You would have taken your boots off, but you had no idea what he had knocked over in the living room. You walked into it, seeing that your dog laid on the couch, tongue hanging out from his mouth and his ears perked. You rolled your eyes, looking down at the rug. There was three empty bottles of the bourbon you knew was Simon’s favorite, your eyebrows furrowed. You kneeled, taking a bottle in one hand and seeing how there was no alcohol left in it. Placing it on the table, you pulled the two other bottles onto the table before noticing a small folded piece of paper under where the bottles had lied.

A knot in your stomach began to tug as you grasped the piece of paper, pulling the piece of paper open and recognizing Simon’s handwriting.

My love,

I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to say it but, I do trust you. I trust you a whole hell of a lot.

But what we have isn’t worth the pain, I am not worth the pain. If you wanted me to leave, I would. No one has stuck around this long anyway, you won’t hurt me.

But I hate that I’m hurting you. I think the best choice is for me to leave. I’ll always be here for you, you have my number. I’ll send you where I’ll be. I’d rather you be happy without me than miserable with me.

I love you.

S.

That felt like a punch to the gut.

It felt like a knife wedged in between two of your ribs, digging and twisting.

No one has stuck around this long anyway.

Is this the pain he felt, waiting for you? Drowning in his sorrows, going to leave you to save you pain? It made a part of you angry, yet all of you felt ashamed. You had hurt him too.

But he hadn’t left. He had to have written it before you came home because he did not spend one moment without you since you arrived home.

It hurt your heart that he thought his best decision was to run. It hurt to know that he probably felt scared, that he ducked back into that dark place in his head. He was drunk last night, he might not even remember himself writing it - but in case he did, you folded the note again. You placed it on the floor, placing the empty bottles how they were after Cerberus made them fall. You stood, feeling as if you had held a gun to Simon’s heart and pulled the trigger.

Even as you walked back towards your bathroom to shower, you could still feel the gunpowder residue on your hands.

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[etherealising]

One more request/ask this time for aiekoy 🍑/🐻/🧡 could you write something on if baby and carm would get together if Mikey were still alive? Or just if they would cross paths and still never say anything? If you’re up to it if not no biggie- again congrats on 1k!🥳

ohhh i love this so much, giggling because i get to play with aiekoy cannon and i am living for it. gonna be honest i don’t even remember writing most of this but it is chaotic and i actually kinda love it.

this was going in so many different directions before this became my final thoughts, thank you for requesting and please enjoy!! 🫶🏽

warning(s): addiction | violence |

mikey lives, does barby?

in this scenario the only ‘aiekoy’ chapters that would still be canon are ch. 1-3, interlude 0-1 and any pre-aiekoy lore that i may not have published yet 🫣.

and for the sake of consistency, we’re throwing all ‘the bear’ canon out the window!

but now is where we start to change things, so we’ll say baby moves back to Chicago beginning of 2019 Christmas showed you just how much you missed being around your surrogate family and so we kiss the west coast goodbye.

and with baby back in town the trio (baby/nat/richie) with all the time they spend around mikey begin to realize like he needs serious help. his deterioration is so clear to anyone who looks at him that if things don’t change soon we all know what’s gonna happen.

it's a bit of back and forth cause mikey is stubborn as hell and he definitely doesn’t take kindly to his addiction being called out. man is feeling cornered right now.

i don’t think mikey would just agree to rehab out of nowhere, growing up as the man of the house i think he definitely has some underlying issues with toxic masculinity.

something big would have to happen for him to see the error of his ways like baby finding him just strung out in his office at the beef pills scattered everywhere and of course, it hurts you to see him this way.

so you begin like trying to dispose of the pills, searching his office for anything more and lecturing him because you love him ya know. obviously reasoning with an addict hardly if ever works.

sadly to say i think it would get a bit physically violent like mikey kind of just lashes out just like grips baby by the arms, and pins you to the wall so hard it alerts the staff.

and it's an ugly scene as richie pulls him off of you. you’re just standing there glued to the wall scared shitless as richie holds himself back from beating the shit out of mikey.

nat gets wind of the whole situation i feel like tina would definitely call her because wtf is going on with mikey?

a few weeks later baby’s distant with mikey, richie is genuinely physically disgusted anytime he’s around his best friend, and nat bless her heart is just trying to keep the family together. she explains what happened to mikey between the two of you because his memory is spotty and the man just breaks down like heaving sobs as he asks nat to help him get better.

they decide a long-term stint in rehab might work best, considering how long he’s been using and the toll his psychological state has taken we’ll say a 6 month program that as it progresses the whole gang will be involved in family counseling sessions.

baby and richie obviously go with nat to drop mikey off setting aside their issues with him (you obviously haven’t forgiven his transgression yet but you want to be there for him) and the whole thing is so emotional i’m talking group hug full of sobs and snot this shit is heartbreaking. but mikey’s adamant that he wants the help.

baby definitely thinks someone should tell carmy but both richie and nat are iffy about it and they table that conversation for the time being.

fast forward a few months mikey is in rehab detoxing and participating in counseling sessions, they aren’t allowed to contact him yet but they do get weekly updates on his well-being.

baby is in new york for work profiling executive chef alex johannes (he didn’t have a name in the show so now he does) about his work ethic and michelin stars or some shit.

he invites you to the restaurant hours before the dinner service so you can observe him and the kitchen during prep and this man is laying the charm on thick!

he’s definitely scummy and you’re genuinely fed up with him so you tell him you need to walk around to get a feel for the kitchen but you just want to be rid of him.

you’re doing your cute journalist thing taking notes, trying to talk to chefs about what the kitchen environment is like working under alex but these people are giving you nothing!

there’s a commotion at one of the prep stations and you’re obviously curious the whole kitchen is trying to pretend they aren’t watching this shit go down.

and you’re just listening to this poor chef get verbally abused as they’re working on their prep, jotting all this down in your little notepad.

but the sight of the chef slamming a cutting board against the counter has you flinching and you just can’t let that happen irritation radiating through you at this bully you’ve been assigned to profile.

you’ve seen enough stepping up to defend the poor chef with a few choice words to the older man ultimately getting in a verbal argument with him and being sent out of his kitchen, but not before he makes the poor chef join you, and whatever bravado you had to rip that asshole a new one is gone as carmen fucking berzatto begins walking in your direction shoving past you to get to the staff lounge.

what are the fucking odds that you end up at the same exact restaurant carmy works at after being ghosted by him again that one christmas. (I’d say they’re great since I’m writing this)

you’re standing there in shock for a minute before turning on your heel to find the man.

he’s pacing back and forth hand pressing into the space where his heart lay. as soon as he sees you he’s hurling questions your way; “what the fuck are you doing here?” “why the fuck couldn’t you just mind your business?” “he didn’t need your fucking help.” blah blah blah.

your anger from earlier is back and you’re just like alright bet “guess it’s still fuck me right carm?” grabbing your bag and getting the fuck outta dodge.

you don’t make it far before carmy finds you, the man doesn’t apologize but he asks you to stop by when he gets off.

you’re a loser for carm so you do. he’s takes you back to his place, it’s awkward as fuck but you finally give in and tell him about what’s going on in Chicago, mikey’s addiction, the “fight” you had with mikey at the beef, him being in rehab.

and carmy is surprised as fuck, to say the least, he tells you that he’s miserable in new york. feels like the restaurant might kill him before his anxiety ever could.

neither of you are sure how any of it happens but the next thing you know you’re naked under him giving into pent-up desires, promises whispered into each other’s skin.

you can’t stay in new york forever but the both of you decide it is for the best not to start anything with all the distance between you.

you try talking carmy into moving back to Chicago and homeboy actually gives it some thought.

after that the two of you are in constant contact like not a day goes by without a phone call or text.

you’re back in chicago mikey’s been doing good in rehab, the family counseling sessions are going well. next thing you know his 6 months are up and he’s out.

you talk carmy into visiting for a bit, he and mikey def have things to work out.

surprise surprise, COVID hits carmy gets stuck in Chicago (man is not complaining though if that means he gets to see you)

you get a roommate who doubles as a lover and everything goes from there!!!

a/n: reading this is so chaotic it actually made me giggle. on a serious note in no way am i saying all addicts are violent or have violent tendencies but from my experiences that has been the case. also i think canonically (7 fishes ep) that mikey did have violent tendencies whether it be the drugs or not.

[circusinthewalls]

NSFW Ghost Ramblings - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Lactation) [Masterlist]

You're more than a little strange. There's certainly a few screws loose in that ol' head of yours, but Simon would be lying if he said he didn't like that about you.

Now though..? Simon's not sure what to think.

He feels good, obviously, what with your tongue laving relentlessly over his nipple while your hand toys absent-mindedly with the other. God, he's really gonna lose it if you squeeze him like that agai-

"Fuck, fuck," he pants out, pleas slipping down into a frantic groan.

He reaches out for something to hold onto, hand quickly balling into a fist in the center of the throw pillow beside him. His hips jut forward, colliding with the softness of your stomach where you're knelt in front of him, latched onto his chest like the milk he'd started leaking was the only thing keeping you alive.

You've never done anything like this to him before. Granted, he's never randomly started lactating either, but after a quick search and a rather aghast call to his doctor, he'd come to learn his new medication was likely the culprit. They couldn't get him an appointment til Monday, though, and that was nearly a week away.

So who was he to deny you when the offer of relief for his aching chest finally arose? You assured him you would be gentle, and you were. He's just ridiculously sensitive.

His eyes snap down to you, lashes fluttering with each purse of your lips around his puffy nipple, watching the thin liquid leaking out with each suck. Groans morph into dulcet whimpers when he notices it dribbling down your chin.

"You're wastin' it," he insists, cupping your jaw in a futile attempt to prevent more of a mess being made, pouting at you for what you think is the first time in his life.

All you want to do is pout in return. Can't help it that you're a sloppy eater sometimes, but he's been so nice indulging you like this. It'd be cruel not to soothe him.

"I know, baby. I know," you coo as you briefly pull off, lapping up the liquid that's gathered in his palm and doing what you can to clean his chest, too. "I'm sorry."

He whines, and you drink down the noise, meeting his lips in a kiss before he can complain about the loss of your mouth on him. Your hands, meanwhile, find their way up to grab at his chest properly. One firm squeeze is all it takes to have his hips bucking yet again, a heady sound escaping between your mouths.

Another few more and you're watching in awe as he cums untouched, choking out moans with his head tipped back in unexpected bliss. <3

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Short little PSA btw: If you as an AMAB person are not purposefully trying to lactate and you start lactating, please see your doctor. This is like exaggerated a decent bit, but generally, as I'm sure you can guess, that shit isn't supposed to happen.

Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[doodlebloo]

Hi I wrote a quick fix-it ficlet to make me feel better. Enjoy <3

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"And then, I turn to him and I say, 'Do you want to be friends?' Fade to black."

Tubbo and Ranboo share a glance.

"...That sucked."

"Yeah. That might have been your worst story so far."

Tubbo disagrees, really - He thinks Tommy's worst story tonight has been the one about Skeppy being named the server's new king - but this story has put an equal damper on their sleepover.

The blanket fort they've haphazardly arranged in the mansion's living room seems to agree. It leans pecariously to one side, threatening to collapse and bury them in linens and sheets.

Tubbo cradles his pillow close to his chest, legs crossed. To his right, Ranboo lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Tommy sits in front of them, lying on his stomach with his head in his fists, pouting.

"It did not suck," Tommy protests with a whine. "Tubbo, you- You got to use a nuke, man, I made you so badass."

"Yeah, but like, why? And why did we lose all our memories?"

"And why did you forgive Dream?" Ranboo chimes in. "He was- I mean, he was pretty awful to you."

"Yeah, but this- In this story, he's a good guy deep down. He's just- He was really lonely, and so he-"

"Bullshit," Tubbo interrupts. "Dream is a fucking maniac, and you know that, Tommy."

Tommy looks away, chewing his lip.

Tubbo's brow furrows. "Tommy."

"No, no, I- I know. Dream was... Dream was bad."

"Mhm," Ranboo agrees encouragingly.

Tommy swallows roughly. "And... And he wasn't my friend. He was not my friend."

Tommy sounds like he's convincing himself more with each repetition, but Tubbo steps in regardless, leaning forwards to meet Tommy's eyes.

"He wasn't," Tubbo quietly insists. "And you don't have to forgive him if you don't want to. Ever."

Tommy opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it quickly. He takes a shakey breath, burying his face in the pillows beneath him.

Tubbo leans backwards on his hands to give Tommy space. "Besides, he's fucking dead now, dude. Nobody to even forgive."

"Mm. I'm glad that guy's dead," Ranboo murmurs.

Tubbo smiles, flopping down on his back to lie next to them. "Yeah?"

"Yep."

"Well, I'm glad this guy's alive," Tubbo pokes at Ranboo's side teasingly.

Ranboo giggles, turning to look at him. "Aw, you don't mean that, come on now."

Tubbo grins. "I do, actually. Nice to hear you breathing and shit."

Tommy groans, so loudly and abruptly that it makes Ranboo jump.

"Stop fuckin' flirting right in front of- I'm having a moment of reflection! I'm- I'm coming to terms with all of my fuckin'- And you two are just, 'Mimimimi, ohh, we're married!'"

"Do we really sound like that?" Ranboo quirks a brow.

"Yes," Tommy and Tubbo respond in unison.

Ranboo sighs. "Well, do you have any idea when you're gonna be done reflecting? I either want to keep flirting or go to sleep."

"Sleep," Tubbo agrees, climbing underneath their designated sleeping blankets. "Fuck flirting. Not worth it."

Ranboo lets out a sad trill, speaking with an audible pout. "No flirting?"

"No, now go to sleep," Tubbo murmurs. "You too, Tommy."

"I wasn't done telling stories, though."

"Then I'll tell a new one. 'Once upon a time, Dream was dead, and me and Tommy and Ranboo all went to sleep. The next morning Michael came and woke us all up and our fort fell down. But we rebuilt it later. The end.'"

"Hooray," Ranboo cheers half-heartedly.

Tommy scoffs, though he moves to climb into their pile of pillows and blankets anyway. "That story was shit."

"You're shit."

"Shut up, man."

"I hate it when you guys fight like this," Ranboo sarcastically murmurs, already half asleep. "Tearing this family apart."

Tubbo yawns. "Yeah, Tommy, stop fighting. Think of the families."

"Fuck you." Tommy throws an arm around Tubbo's waist, thrashing until he's comfortable.

Tubbo smiles. After a few moments of struggling he's able to locate Ranboo's hand under the mountain of blankets on top of them, and he tangles their fingers together. Ranboo reaches to turn off the singular redstone lamp they'd had lighting the fort.

"Love you too, prick," Tubbo slurs. "And you too, honeysuckle."

"Eugh. Now you two are really just doing it to piss me off."

Ranboo snuggles back into bed, tossing and arm across Tubbo's shoulders.

"You should piss him off more often," he whispers into Tubbo's hair.

Tubbo chuckles quietly.

"Don't worry, I plan to. I've got time."

He means to say something else, to keep antagonizing Tommy or snarking to Ranboo or both, but Tubbo quickly drifts off before he's able to form any more coherent thoughts, fading slowly away into overwhelming warmth.

[jjwho]

What Advice do you need to Hear now?

Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3. Pile 4.

(Using JJ iconic advice wheel and intuition)

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Pile 1

"You're a clean Diamond, he isn't and doesn't want to be"

"You're a tree, you don't speak, but you're still alive and serve a great purpose in life"

Okay pile 1.

Whether you're wanting a guy to change or he's saying he'll change or whether you're staying in a situation because you feel it's best, don't do that to yourself. You're and you've come so far in life why dig your own hole to fall back into it. You can't change him. He'll hurt you bbg and you'll become just like him. Yes maybe he was hurt before but you can't change him. Move on and the right person will find you. Don't give yourself a shit experience. You may feel like staying in this situation because you felt you haven't done enough or people tell you, you don't do shit to contribute to society, but you being a live and being you brings a lot into the world. You don't have to be a doctor to contribute more, you don't have to save people's lives to feel like you do something. You don't have to fix this situation or him to feel like you're doing something. Don't let his or this situations circumstances bring you down. Yes you got into it, but this is a test to see if you'll stay and let this situation destroy you and turn you into a bad diamond who also does shit like this to other people to protect themselves.

You are worth so much. So keep moving, don't stay because you feel guilty or feel like you should stay.

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Pile 2

"Let the water flow cause if you don't it will burst"

"Time never stops and change never stops"

Pile 2 yes, a bad situation mightve really affected you in a the past and caused you to stop or to hold in your emotions and bottle it up, but you need to stop. Because you can't keep these emotions in and try slow down and stay a prisoner to your past, because when you finally let yourself go there will be so much change it will feel overwhelming to you and hard to adapt to. Your body and mind and energy and soul can only handle holding in a certain amount of emotions but if you keep it in it will burst. All of these things are a bottle. If you leave you heart and body and mind and soul open and let emotions come in and out it will be so much more better for you. Don't stop living life because this experienced drained the shit out of you or scared you. Keep moving forward because you'll end up self sabotaging yourself if you don't bbg. Keep moving forward girl.

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Pile 3

"Time never stops and change never stops"

"The bee gets honey taken away but nothing back"

Pile 3 you need to people stop taking away your hard work, energy, love away from you and not giving shit back. It's time for a new change in that behaviour. Yes you're helping a lot and being very sweet, but not sweet to your own soul, own self, own energy by letting everything be taken away and not caring about yourself. You can't keep this behaviour up cause you'll fall back behind in life. Picking up all the wrapping wastes people left of your sweets and trying to clean up the mess you let them make and not even telling them "hey bitch pick up your mess and learn how to say thank you or atleast give me money back". You need to say no when it's too much and give yourself your own time back and really apologise to yourself for doing this to you. Like girl you're putting yourself down like who tf does that. Learn you can't keep letting people take and keep you picking up their litter of your stuff. No no no, say no girl. They will get mad but stand up for yourself. Put boundaries okay okay.

You better get some more self respect like damn-

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Pile 4

"No matter how small you are, big things can be scared of you. Like humans and bugs"

"Run like a coward or face it and learn from the pain"

Pile 4 no one can grow and learn more without experiencing something, and experiencing things come with happiness, Sadness and even more emotions and that's something you need to accept. You may feel small or feel helpless and small in your situation but just know those big things can be scared of you too. You just got to put up a front. Like how humans are big and small animals can be scared of them, humans can just be as scared or them or want to run away like it wants to run when we see a rat or smt. You can't be running away from these humans no more, yes they can be scary but it won't kill you. Keep running and not get over this major thing that will still help you grow or experience it and let this help you even more and still enjoy even better moments after and become more wise as a person and help others too with your experience. Yes it's very scary, but what's the point of running when you're eventually going to have to face it again and all the stress built up. Just face it. You'll feel like you regret it in the moment but future you will be so grateful and proud of you. So just do it.

[icantspellthings]

The thing that I really like about The Boys as a show is that there is no *truly* evil characters, there is nobody so irredeemable and 100% an evil asshole piece of shit for the sake of being one (well except stormfront but we're ignoring her).

Like with A-train at first when we met him, he was this fame obsessed adrenaline junkie who is only focused on winning/being number one and his popularity. He literally killed Robin and was totally set up to be the "main bad guy". But as the series went on, we actually see his character fleshed out more. There are nuances to his actions that yes were done out of selfishness, but if you looked at it from his perspective he is nothing without the Seven, he is nothing without his fame and money, he wants so desperately to not fall into poverty and irrelevancy anymore that he would fight tooth and nail just to maintain statusquo. And we start to see he realises the consequences of his actions whis brother got hurt and he apologised to hughie. Does it makes A-train a "Good" person? No but it certainly makes him a more sympathetic character.

Other characters, too, like The Deep who is a fucking rapist who you are primed to HATE right from the start for what he did to Annie. But as time goes on, your hate starts to lessen and transform into pity. At his core, Kevin is pathetic, insecure, and quite frankly a very idiotic and gullible man. He sexually assults other to gain power over them, does this make his actions justifiable, No. But it does make his actions understandable. He isn't a good person but he's a good *character* because he isn't just this 100% evil caricature of a person, he has nuances and contradictions and sometimes even sympathetic moments.

I could go on and on and on about the other characters in The Seven or even all the other minor villains. How they're actually fleshed out characters instead of just one dimensional villains. And also the inverness of the good guys not being saintly, can never do wrongers, always doing the right thing. They're the protagonists, but that doesn't make them perfect people. Case in point with butcher!!! And how he drags hughie down to his level of "doing anything for the mission." The way butcher uses MMs obsession against him to literally drag him back into his revenge plot despite the fact that MM just wants to live a normal life with his daughter and literally had ro rebuild his life from nothing 3 times! Now thanks to butcher, the man is a grade A CUNT who manipulates the people around him for his own gains! Yeah it's "for the greater good" but it's still not a nice way to treat your friends

Hell even fucking annie who the show sets up as this pure saintly paragon of goodness and kindness fucks up. Half the time she doesn't know what the fuck she is even doing just stumbling along trying to do what she thinks is best. Hell most of the time her plans doesn't work out or activity makes things worse! AND THATS OKAY!

BECAUSE I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH! because they're so painfully human, they make mistakes, they try to seek forgiveness but somethings can't be forgiven. They try their best but somtimes it makes things worse. They have a characters arc but then will walk back 20 steps until they become even worse because its the essence of what being human means! We all make mistakes, progress isn't linear. Sometimes, you take 1 step forward and then 40 steps back until all improvements are undone and you're back at the same point possibly even worse of. But you keep trudging forward because you're alive and you're human and the least you can do is wake up another day and try your damnest.

Its what I love so much about this show, everyone is SO SO SO painfully human.

[chimivx]

sleepovers ↠ txt

now playing ↠ love is embarrassing • olivia rodrigo

Sleepovers at Jungkooks are the best. But, what happens the night you stay after your weekend away with the boys? Not what you think.

This is not Part Two of Cruel Summer. Just a teeny little addition to Part One.

Read Cruel Summer Part One here!

Read 'Haven' and 'Taste' [hyunjin's story]

word count ↠ 3920 warnings ↠ MDNI, 18+, mentions of sex, drug use (weed), the step sibs warning applies always even though they are not, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, jungkook gets a warning for being hawt, anxiety if you squint, IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW! a/n ↠ i had to. important info in here, hints, and just simply more about jungkook because i absolutely love him. thank you for being here! again, if this is not your thing, please keep scrolling. xo posted ↠ 3/21/24 ~ 9:20 p. m. est.

~ july 4th, 2011 ~

A pizza box slid onto the table, the three of you nestled in the chairs around it, knees either pulled into your chest or underneath you. Beomgyu was to your left, Taehyun to your right. Soda cans littered the wood, open bags of chips scattered about. The three of you were heavy lidded and glassy eyed, snacks were essential.

“Someone gonna keep telling me what else you guys did down in ‘Mano?” Jungkook asked, flipping the box open, the smell of the cheesy, greasy deliciousness smacking you all across the face. Mouth watering in an instant, you dove in first, ripping a slice apart.

Beomgyu, licking his lips, watched you pop the slice in your mouth and went in next. “We told you everything.” He answered his brother without much interest, his mind on filling his growling stomach. 

“I don’t think you did,” Jungkook smirked, leaning against the edge of the table, gripping the wood.

Taking another bite, the taste entirely overwhelming, the best pizza you’ve ever fucking eaten, you quirk a brow and glance at Taehyun, then Beomgyu, then Jungkook. “What have we already said?”

The eldest tried to hide his laugh, dropping his head for a moment. “Drinks, that’s about it,” he said, looking at you. His eyes were steady, holding yours with a purpose. “But something else is going on,” he looked around the table before he landed back on you, “Since y’all got here it’s been… off. What happened?”

You immediately turned to Taehyun with both eyebrows raised. His hand flew up fast, mid bite into his pizza. He wagged a finger and hummed.

“No,” he eventually mumbled. Swallowing, he shook his head. “No.”

“No?” Jungkook scanned over the three of you, curiosity eating him alive. “You guys used to tell me everything, you can totally tell me.”

Taehyun pointed a finger at Beomgyu. “He used to tell you everything.”

Following his point, Jungkook cocked his head. “Still does.” 

The fire in his eyes when he glanced back at the two of you made your heartbeat stutter. Beneath the dark chocolate, the warm, inviting, lively eyes, he was taunting you. He was taunting both of you. A smile grew on his lips, the corners perking up as he saw it work out in your brain. You couldn’t even get a gasp out.

“Yup,” Jungkook said. “So? Lemme hear it.”

You aren’t sure what would’ve happened in this moment if you weren’t fried out of your mind. Imagining two possibilities, one a freak out, and another a panic attack, you suppose either would be aimed toward Beomgyu, the boy glaring at his brother. If he wasn’t fried out of his mind he’d definitely flip his shit.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” he mumbled instead with a slow blink before he housed the rest of the pizza in his hand. Yours had dropped to the table at some point.

A laugh came from your right. A quiet, breathy laugh laced in disbelief. Taehyun, with the biggest, toothiest grin with his head in hands leaned forward onto the table, shoulders bouncing as he laughed. Now there was a spark of panic within you, a small flame igniting in your gut. Looking over at Jungkook, who watched you with a new look, one that made him seem worried, though you couldn’t tell if you were reading too much into it, you gulped painfully, your throat like sandpaper.

“What are you talking about?” Your question came out of you in a whisper, Jungkook glancing between the boys, one who didn’t seem to care, and another who found it all too hilarious. Used to being on the outside of the joke, this was one you couldn’t stand, not when it threatened the safety of the happy little world you’ve secluded yourself into.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, his composure steady as a rock. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“How do I know what you’re talking about?” Trying to throw him off, the muscle pig who’s been smoking since he was twelve, an expert at handling his high, he started to smile.

“Save it,” he said, shaking his head. “I know it’s true and so do you,” he pushed away from the table, pointing at the boys before turning to get another soda from the fridge. “So do these two.”

Looking at them both, Beomgyu grabbing another slice of pizza, and Taehyun laying on the wood laughing quietly to himself, you sighed. “What the hell, Gyu?” 

“Don’t blame me,” he muttered, barely giving you a glance.

Jungkook spun around and came back to the table, sliding you the soda he grabbed, already opened. “Yeah, don’t blame him,” he said. “Y’all are messy when you aren’t home, you know that?”

Eyes shooting open wide, you scoffed and Taehyun lifted his head, his cheeks pink. Wearing that grin, he looked at you, then he looked at Jungkook.

“He knows,” Taehyun snickered, his voice quiet. He pointed at Jungkook, his hand merely leaving the table.

Tightening your fists where they laid over the wood, you furrowed your brows and shook your head. “No, no he doesn’t. He doesn’t.” You shot the eldest a look. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“It’s okay,” Jungkook said, taking his place back at the edge of the table, muscles buckling as he locked his elbows. Your shameless, traveling eyes ate him alive. You wondered if it was noticeable, you gawking at him, but you weren’t gawking, you were… admiring. Muscles, tattoos, a few piercings… God, he was hot. “Eyes up here,” he joked, gesturing upward. Shifting in your seat you glanced to your left, Beomgyu was already judging you with a glare. It was noticeable.

“Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong,” you said, clamping your arms around your body, blinking many times, moving straight past the way your cheeks flushed. 

Jungkook was quiet, for longer than you’d like. Only his eyes seemed to move, interrogating each of you, waiting for someone to crack. Taehyun, already a flustered mess, couldn’t focus on anything. Beomgyu, balls deep in another slice of pizza, wasn’t interested anymore nor concerned with the fact he’d put you in some sort of danger.

Maybe danger was extreme, but it didn’t matter. It was still bad, very, very bad.

The heat of Jungkook's stare burning a hole in your face was too much to bear. The smoke took control. “Fine, he’s my boyfriend.”

Taehyun’s giggles vanished.

“Boyfriend?” Jungkook questioned, looking at his brother.

Beomgyu stopped chewing, eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Baby,” Taehyun whispered, leaning toward you in his seat.

Jungkook nearly broke his neck. “Baby?!”

“He said he knew,” you tossed your hands at your sides. “It’s Jungkook, you know how many times he’s probably heard us fuck?!”

“Oh my god,” Beomgyu muttered.

Jungkook pushed back from the table and drug his hands through his curls. Wandering back toward the counters you heard him take a deep breath, and then another. The air in the room grew cold, a chill settling over your skin. Gulping, the look on Taehyun’s face was detrimental to your heart. His hands were stretched out, toward you, limp. The shock stung. It stung you both.

“I thought it was you two,” Jungkook finally spoke after a minute of disgustingly thick silence, motioning toward you and Beomgyu. Taehyun’s eyes found the table.

Taking a peek at Beomgyu who now watched his brother, you said, “It is,” and Jungkook’s face screwed up in confusion.

“But, you just said it’s you two,” he narrowed his eyes, taking in how Taehyun didn’t move.

Taking an audible breath, you whispered, “It is.”

A sound mimicking the shock and pure terror you were feeling fell from Jungkook’s lips that had perked up into the tiniest smile. He propped himself up against the counters and crossed his arms. You didn’t let yourself look this time.

“You’re kidding me,” he said. Taehyun turned his chin to look at him, as did Beomgyu. “The three… All three of you.” All three of you nodded. Jungkook scoffed, his shock melting into amusement. Looking from Beomgyu to Taehyun, back to Beomgyu, Jungkook pointed his finger. “Do, uh… Do you two…?”

Beomgyu ran his tongue over his lips, raising a brow. “Sometimes.” 

Taehyun dropped his head back into his hands with a heavy sigh, you couldn’t tell if out of shame or just pure embarrassment that this was a topic of conversation at the moment.

“Huh,” Jungkook nodded, drinking it all up, focused on his brother. “So it does run in the family.”

“I’m not gay,” Beomgyu spat. 

Jungkook laughed. “Oh, no, no, Gyu,” he taunted. “You can’t keep your dick in your pants, you were wrong. You are one of us.” The softest snicker came out of where Taehyun hid his face. “Besides, even if you were gay you’d think I care?” He clicked his tongue, “Grow up. Suck as many dicks as you want.” Now the three of you were laughing, Taehyun picking up his head to show off his smile. “I wanna know what y’all are,” he said, then looked at you and Taehyun. “What’s this boyfriend business? Y’all are like, step-siblings, that’s… Oh,” he paused, tilting his chin, puffing out his bottom lip toward Taehyun, “Dude, I can find you other sites…”

Taehyun cut him off with a shout and swat of his hand while you and Beomgyu giggled, Jungkook laughing along with you. Thankfully Taehyun did as well, sitting backward in his chair, tipping his head backward with a groan, his cheeks unable to stop cheesing.

“Tell me. I wanna know, too.” Jungkook was smug, shaking his shoulders back and forth with the funniest smile. He used his elbow to point at each of you. “This whole time I thought you were fuckin’ my brother and you were watching.” 

Taehyun furrowed his eyebrows. Memories of a few days prior popped into your head.

“Sometimes someone ends up watching,” Taehyun began, his smile calming down. “But, when it’s… God, this is weird to say to you… When it’s the three of us, we’re…”

“All involved…” you breathed, side eyeing him in hopes it was okay for you to step into his choppy explanation. 

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, facing his brother. “He fucks her, I fuck her, I fuck him, he fucks me, we all fucking fuck.”

Jungkook's heart shaped lips had parted, his star filled eyes wide. Beomgyu’s words made you want to curl up in a literal ball and pass away. All you could do was laugh. All Taehyun could do, was laugh. Beomgyu released a heavy, audible breath and slumped backward, shaking his head.

Covering your mouth, you turned toward him. “I can’t believe you just said all of that out loud.”

“Wasn’t the first time,” he mumbled under his breath, glaring at his brother. “Happy now?”

Jungkook snapped his mouth shut. A smirk tugged at his lips as he clapped his hands together. “Amazing,” he said. “Now it makes sense. You didn’t say yes,” he mocked the twang in his brother's deep voice and studied Taehyun. “What are you, the permission giver? The leader?” He shot you and his brother a look. “Brat tamer?” Beomgyu snickered with you.

Taehyun, rubbing a hand over his chest, took a breath to calm down and stared at the table. “I’m…” he glanced up at you and your heart stopped beating. “She’s… She’s my girlfriend.” Nerves erupted in your gut, your entire body going still. Taehyun offered you a smile, one you couldn’t return.

Paralyzed, you couldn’t even look at Jungkook. Frozen, you clenched your jaw, wondering why it didn’t feel good to hear him say the words.

He was still talking to Jungkook, the two continued on, discussing who knows what about your relationship. You heard mentions of your parents not knowing, about Yeonjun not knowing, about everyone not knowing, except him.

Between your lungs tightened, your ribs constricting your breath from the inside out. Averting your stare to the table, you tried to breathe, a short gasp of air that did nothing to ease the, you think, panic? Was it panic? Chest pain, shortness of breath, you couldn’t remember all the shit that came with it.

He was so calm about it, saying the words to Jungkook. She’s my girlfriend. They were words that were rarely spoken around others, even the boy to your left.

A hand found your arm, Beomgyu’s, wrapping around your wrist. Barely turning your chin, he was looking at you, his body facing you entirely, both of his feet on the floor. “It’s okay,” his voice quiet, the other boys laughing at something Jungkook had said. “You’re okay. It’s Jungkook, it’s okay.”

He could read it all within your eyes. Everything you were feeling, everything you wanted to say. There was little to nothing he could say to you in this moment that would make you feel any better about it.

Bobbing his head, agreeing to something he decided on himself inside his head, he turned toward his brother and crossed a foot over one of his knees. “JK,” he started, cutting the boys off, probably details deep in you and Taehyun. The eldest, mid sentence, used to his brother cutting into every conversation of his, shot him a look. “Sorry,” Beomgyu’s lazy smile made an appearance, your heart somewhat holding onto it. “Info goes both ways here.”

“So do you, apparently.” Jungkook smiled after you and Taehyun laughed. He looked toward your boyfriend briefly, “You do too, Alabama.” The giggles had finally found you again, Beomgyu hitting you with his smile, happy to see you squeeze your eyes shut as his brother spoke. “What info, Gyu?”

“They didn’t know you were having a kid,” Beomgyu said. You admired the way he gazed at his brother, evident that he looked up to him more than he liked to let on. Aside from Hyunjin, Jungkook was the only older male figure in his life, holding down the life they lived with Jihyo before he moved out.

“Yeah, what is that?” Taehyun asked. “When the hell did that happen? You said she’ll be here soon?”

“It’s a girl?” You spoke up, voice tiny, all the boys pointing their gazes toward you.

Jungkook smiled, a real smile. Proud.

“It’s a girl,” he said. Thinking to himself for a moment, eyes wandering the tiled floor, he nodded. “In two months she’ll be here. I was just with Chaeyoung this weekend, she had a doctor's appointment, we got to, uh, we got to see her.” Jungkook twisted his fingers together, looking away from the three of you as his smile faded into something small.

“You’re excited,” you said, and he met your eyes. Another nod from him warmed your heart. “Is Chae excited?”

His eyes dropped back to the floor. You were about to regret your question until he opened his mouth.

“She is.” He rolled his shoulders back and sighed, sharing a look with Beomgyu. “We just have to work some things out, that’s all.”

“What stuff?” Taehyun was focused on the tattooed boy, eyes grilling him, almost seeming like he was judging him. 

Not judging, analyzing.

“Well,” Jungkook sighed again, “She only told me a month ago.” Gasping, Jungkook huffed a laugh toward you. “I know,” he raised his brows, the piercing catching the light as he tilted his chin. “She said she didn’t know how to tell me.”

“She had seven months,” you muttered. 

Taehyun shot you a quick look before he asked Jungkook, “Is that not when you guys broke up?”

Jungkook thinned his lips. “It was right when we broke up.”

The two dated for four years, Chaeyoung and Jungkook, and she was the only one out of all his girlfriends that you absolutely adored. Aside from her stunning complexion, bright eyes, and fun hair, she was a sweetheart, and funny as fuck. Jungkook was already a trip himself, put the two together and you’d all be rolling for hours on end. She was a girls girl, she kept an eye on you when you were around, and always asked you if you were okay. She was the one to teach you that doing your hair and makeup didn’t matter if you didn’t want to wear it, and taught you how to perfect a messy bun. Sleepovers at Jungkooks were your favorite when she was around, she treated you all like her little siblings, not just Beomgyu. 

“You remember when it happened?” Beomgyu snickered, one of his nails finding its way between his teeth. Leaning toward him you grabbed his wrist and threw his hand into his own lap. The look he gave you, you ignored.

“It’s not that weird,” Jungkook shrugged. “I didn’t wear a condom.” The sudden switch in his tone, from calm to literal older brother, straightened all of you out. He closed his eyes and sighed, a hand touching his forehead. “You guys are twenty, you need to be smarter. Feel like I’m talking to teenagers. You guys let anyone else in on this… this situation? Jesus, I don’t even know what the fuck to call it.”

“No.” The word loud, with emphasis, left the three of you at once.

“Okay,” Jungkook’s tone switched back to calm, collected. “Still, protect yourselves. You do not need to get sick and you do not need to be having kids.” He shared a look with his brother. “Especially you.” The boy rolled his eyes and hung his head, his fingers messing with each other. “I’m sure if you two do, your daddy will take care of it all, right Taehyun?” Jungkook’s smile made Taehyun scoff. “You take that job yet?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “I dunno if I can do all that. Numbers, money? I can barely tell colors apart.” Beomgyu just about snorted.

It was always in the cards for Taehyun to take a position below Jin at the company he worked for, at HGF, Han Guardian Finance. A prestigious bank that’s beginning to slowly inch its way around the country. At least that’s what Jin has told you, that’s their goal, him and the CEO’s son, Han Jisung. They want the company to go worldwide, and even Joy thinks that’s too ambitious. She’s always warned Jin that his now partner, Jisung, leaned into the greedier side of the work world, of life. That he should be cautious, that Jisung would take whatever he could get, throw away whatever was needed to make more, to have more.

Joy said that. Joy.

“That’s good money, dude,” Jungkook said. “He’s giving it to you, you don’t even have to interview or nothing. He’ll probably build you your own office once you say yes. You could move out to your own place after a month of working there, you realize that?” Taehyun listened, his head nodding more and more as Jungkook spoke, advising him like he was another little brother. “It’d be stupid of you not to take it. What else are you gonna do? College?”

“Never,” Taehyun breathed. He spared you a quick glance. “What if I hate it though?”

Jungkook tried his best to not roll his eyes, a smirk playing at his lips. “I’d rather be rich and hate my job than be living paycheck to paycheck, wondering how the fuck I’m gonna raise a daughter when I can barely keep what I have now in line.”

Beomgyu wiggled in his seat, his eyes pointed down. Jungkook peered toward him without him noticing, some type of compassion, or care within his look. The eldest adored him as much as the youngest respected him. Brothers, siblings, a bond you’ve never experienced, and never will. The two of them best friends, counting on one another, helping one another, being there, the two of them literally made for the other. Two extremely different beings, having come from the same place, not the same in the slightest, but with the same blood coursing through their veins.

It was beautiful, their relationship, something you’ve been envious of since the start. When Jungkook started to date Chaeyoung, that’s the closest you’ve felt to having someone fill the role of big sister. That is, until you met Dina. Still, a piece of you wished to know what it felt like, to have a sibling. To have someone belong to you, because they share a piece of you. They understand you, because, in some way, they are you.

You turned to Jungkook, the question eating you alive from the inside out, stopping each boy where he was. “Are you gonna marry her?”

Taehyuns eyes were hot on you. Beomgyu ogled his brother.

Jungkook bit his lip, taking the silver ring into his mouth. A gentle chuckle came out of him. “If she says yes.”

Beomgyu lurched forward in his seat, this clearly being the first he’s heard of it. “What are you talking about? You told me days ago you were-”

“Nope,” Jungkook cut him off. “I was pissed, don’t take that seriously.” 

Beomgyu slumped back and groaned, folding his arms over his chest tight. “Then why say it if you don’t mean it?” 

Jungkook gave him a look that told him to brush it off while apologizing at the same time. “We’re going to see Whitney tomorrow.”

“I hate her,” Beomgyu grumbled.

Jungkook sighed. “No you don’t.” The glare he got in return was lethal. “The answer is,” he focused back on you, “I want to. I’m ready to ask her. I love her. I love our daughter already. These months of being broken up were really stupid, and immature. We’ve got some shit to sort out, but who doesn’t. I’m about to be twenty four, I can be a dad, I can be a husband.” A laugh came from Beomgyu. Jungkook returned the glare he had gotten moments prior. “Shut up.”

“No, come on, I think it’s cute you wanna play daddy,” Beomgyu smirked. “Also think it's ridiculous you’re exactly like Hyunjin, ‘cept without the addict part. I’d like to see you be a house-husband, that should be fun.”

“I think it’s great,” you said, voice quiet, watching Jungkook as he moved to give you a smile. Now Beomgyu’s eyes were hot on you too, his neck nearly snapping toward you in shock. “I love Chae, too. I miss her. And I think you’ll be a really good dad.” Considering what had happened with his own, you know there was no need to bring up how much practice he’s gotten already. How you just know he would take the example he was given, and do the exact opposite. The action he’s taken already, how he’s dove head first into it, seeming with little resentment given he’s only just found out about his child.

“Thanks,” Jungkook said. “Chaeyoung was talking about you the last time I was with her.” A smile found your lips. “She misses you, too. She hopes… She hopes you’re okay.” He let his gaze drag over the three of you. “She’s so smart.” He laughed. “She guessed this before I even realized what was happening. You three.”

“She did?” you whispered.

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, she knows. Figured it out herself.” He popped his brows and smiled at you. “Girl intuition is crazy.”

Swallowing hard, you blinked and glanced at your lap. Taking a deep breath, you tried to ease the nerves that crept up within you. You looked at Taehyun, who was now talking with Jungkook, and tightened your jaw.

Girl intuition is crazy.

[blouisparadise]

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1) A Treat For You And A Treat For Me | Explicit | 3416 words

Louis blushed at Harry’s flirty tone. “You’re just saying that to get in my pants.” He giggled, half joking. “But thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

“Not just to get in your pants, baby. I’m being honest. You’re always cute. Are you wearing mascara?” He asked, licking over his lips. Louis in makeup always did something to Harry. He loved it.

Louis nodded, leaning forward. “I am. Do you like it? I’m also wearing some cute Halloween panties under my costume.. if you wanna see them later?” He murmured, letting his lips touch Harry’s lightly before pulling away, a tiny smile on his lips.

Harry’s mouth opened a bit, but no words came out. Instead Louis was lifted up and carried in Harry’s arms, up the stairs. “Later? I wanna see them now.” He whispered into Louis’ ear, hot breath sending shivers down Louis’ body. “Missed you so much since last time.”

2) Kissy | Not Rated | 6876 words

Harry buys a motorcycle against Louis's advice, and it might be the best mistake of his life. Kissy.

3) You're The Only One Who's Making Me Come, To My Sinful Senses | Explicit | 9355 words

Louis the dance major and Harry the business major meet on Tinder. They hook up regularly and come to find out they like each other more than they let on.

4) I Would Wait Forever (And Ever) | Not Rated | 10018 words

Louis is brave but has the worst timing in the world, Harry doesn't want to lose his best friend and they just don't communicate enough.

5) Butterfly Kisses | Explicit | 11832 words

Himbo Harry is smitten with stem cell researcher Louis, who only dates smart people.

6) Before You Go, Can You Read My Mind? | Not Rated | 13415 words

Harry can listen to whatever is going inside of Louis’ head and breaks up with him. Louis can never let it go.

7) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13487 words

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

8) Wait For Me (To Come Home) | Explicit | 16066 words

"I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say, ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’"

9) Dance Like Waves Along The Wind | Explicit | 17031 words

A Greek Mythology AU where Louis is Adonis and Harry is Poseidon. Louis would really like to move on with his everyday life without everyone on Mt. Olympus talking about his ex, who just happens to be the God of the Sea.

10) Keeping The Flame Alive | Explicit | 19706 words

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

11) The Evenness I Fake | Explicit | 26372 words

Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon. The small fact that Louis giving his attention to another alpha makes Harry want to put his head through a wall isn’t nearly as much of an issue as everyone’s making it out to be.

12) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28633 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

13) Building Me Up (But Buttercup, You Lied) | Explicit | 31007 words

Harry’s mouth felt dry just saying those words. What he had with Louis was so much more than a simple ‘fuck buddies’ situation. It was slow kisses in the morning between soft sheets and shy smiles, it was holding hands in the afternoon while walking and eating ice cream. It was breakfast for dinner, laughing and licking honey from each other’s lips as they shared goals and even some secrets, it was happiness, it was glow.

To Harry, what he had with Louis meant everything. Until Louis decided it meant nothing.

14) Tarnished But So Grand | Explicit | 32258 words

Louis hides in places. Harry always finds him.

15) You’re An Alpha, Harry! | Explicit | 32900 words

Right before Harry goes to university, he presents as an alpha. Struggling with his newfound identity in a completely different environment, he seeks advice from the notorious Louis Tomlinson, an omega whose claim to fame is being the local campus sex expert. Sex Education AU.

16) Sweet Like Honey | Explicit | 33117 words

Weeks of flat shopping with their limited budget with Louis as a librarian aid and Harry as a barista and arguments about whether a balcony or extended bathroom suite were more important (Harry wanted to be able to feel the crisp night’s air and watch the sun set and Louis just wanted to take long bubble baths) led to them stumbling across the perfect fit. A small flat only ten minutes from campus with a cramped but lovely balcony and an included bath.

It’s affordable too… well, sort of. But they always manage. Louis picks up more shifts as an aid, adapting a habit of bringing his Psych textbooks and homework with him to finish in between duties, and later his script so he can quietly practice lines with little distraction.

Harry also increases his number of shifts at the cafe and valiantly endures the nasty customers who for some reason flock to their establishment like moths to a flame.

For a while, it’s enough.

17) A Common Place Affliction | Not Rated | 36508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek.

“Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis.

Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.”

Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

18) Smoke Between Your Teeth | Explicit | 37015 words

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

19) The Space Between | Explicit | 39917 words

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

20) Where I End and You Begin | Explicit | 42730 words

Global rock sensation Harry Styles is set to perform in his sold out residencies across six major cities. What happens when his usual makeup artist can’t make it and they hire the most beautiful human he’s ever laid eyes on? Surely it couldn’t be that hard to remain professional.

21) Two Can Play That Game | Explicit | 44221 words

Harry and Louis have been best friends since they were little. Now being flatmates, both being single, they decide to hook up during the weekends as that is easier than having to go look for someone nice to hook up with.

But can friends with benefits really work? Or do feelings get in the way?

22) Social Cues | Explicit | 55860 words

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

23) Know I Think You’re Awesome, Right? | Explicit | 60113 words

“Well, that’s not very Treat People With Kindness of you.”

“Neither is approaching someone with the sole intent of criticizing a cause they’re clearly passionate about, given the amount of time they’ve dedicated to advocating for it,” Louis snaps.

“Sure, but I’m not the one with the button,” Harry shrugs.

“So, is there actually something I can help you with, or did you just come to push me into pepper spraying you as well?” Louis is quickly growing impatient. Hell, he was impatient the moment that Harry made his grand entrance on campus yesterday.

“I’m just trying to assess the environment here,” Harry says, “Because if this is all you’ve got to offer trans people who just want to be able to use the bathroom in peace like the rest of us, then I’m not sure I fit in.”

“Allow me to save you the trouble, then: you don’t.”

24) Quite On The Contrary | Explicit | 63816 words

Neighbors x High School AU where it all started with Harry moving next door to the Tomlinsons, a balcony break in, mixed feelings, a poorly thought-out initiation, several missing sweaters and a lot of non-platonic activities.

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[dearanakin]

"Yes, Master" - Anakin Skywalker x Jedi f! reader | Part 3

Summary: Anakin is your Master and trains you, preparing you for any incoming war. He's not much of a talker with his apprentices, but he feels there's something different about you.

Warnings: Fluffiness, cursing

Word count: 2.5k

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You and Anakin were back to back while fighting against the Republicans. It was still impressive to think how this fight was being led by your Master himself.

He was using his lightsaber and blasting your opponents, while you were only using your guns to blast against them. This wasn't your first fight together, though.

You've been doing it for a while, in fact, and it has been a huge learning for you. You've been training and practicing with Anakin almost every day. It has become sort of a partnership between you two.

"We gotta go after the others, Master", you say as you move your back against his, trying to shield you from the blasting. "Sorry, Anakin. Out of habit".

You weren't his apprentice anymore, as you've become a Jedi fully. You've learned how to use your force to pull everything, you've learned how to even freeze him on his place, but it took you a lot of practice.

You still call him Master, here and there, because it's what you were so used to that it was actually hard to let go of that. He still loved it, though. He would never really complain about it, because like it or not, he would always be your Master.

"We need a ship. I'll pilot", he stated as he started moving forward. Your back still glued to his as you were fighting against the Republicans.

Skywalker was always intense with everything. He was always the leader, he would always want to lead every fight. He would never take no to an answer and it drove him mad when he was confronted.

You tried your way to make him less stubborn, but he couldn't change his personality that easily.

It took you a lot to make him use his own force and his mind to not become dark. It took him a lot of pain to get rid of his Sith side.

He was still managing to not rage against every simple little thing. He would snap if things weren't the way he wanted them to be.

When you couldn't be there for him, he would be out of his mind.

You had to use your force to reach him and make him relieved, otherwise he just couldn't take it. Month after month he was less vengeful, less angry. But he was still intense and stubborn.

"You can't pilot for life, Skywalker", you retorted. He was still battling but he could hear you.

"I'm the leader, so I'll pilot", he repeated. You couldn't disagree with him, because he would leave you there fighting on your own on purpose, because he liked to tease you and annoy you this much.

You rolled your eyes as you saw the closest ship being taken by him. Obviously it was more stolen than taken. Typical Anakin.

He started the ship and flew around the space, while you kept shooting your rivals. He honestly didn't really know how to pilot a ship for shit as he would always hang off of it.

You started to get annoyed with the fact you couldn't aim at them as he kept swinging around.

"If you don't keep the ship still I can't fucking aim at them!", you complain.

"If I keep still they're going to shoot at us!", Skywalker shouted back. It was starting to anger you how he kept swooning around.

"Oh my God, Anakin, I'm gonna shoot this blaster at you!", you threatened.

"Try your luck, sweetheart", he challenged you.

Still, after a few long minutes you were able to finally defeat the Republicans. Some of your own were dead but it was always expected.

You were just glad most of you were still alive and intact. You couldn't hold your gratitude of seeing him fighting by your side, on the good side of the story.

As you sat at the ship ready to go home, it hit you to your core that your former Master was there with you. He fought his own fights, he struggled with himself.

He still does, but you see he never really actually wanted to give up. You see there's a different spark on his eyes compared to what he felt like before.

And you like to see he was softer, he thought a lot about every action before doing it.

"It was a good fight. You did very good today, (Y/N)", Skywalker complimented while he was piloting.

His curls were messy and you could see he was dripping sweat from his neck, which turned you on.

"It really was. I'm glad we did this one together, Master. I'm sorry, I meant Anakin", you slip and he chuckles.

"You never really forget I was once your Master, do you?", he was enjoying the teasing.

"Like if I could actually forget", you stated. He swung his head to his side just enough to have a look on you, who was sitting next to him.

He placed his metal hand against your thigh and squeezed it gently. He had a side smile on his lips.

You felt a vibration inside your body and he sensed it. Every little reaction you had over him he could feel it, it didn't matter if you were close or not.

"In fact, I'm always going to be your Master anyway", he reassured.

When you landed on your planet, the senator was waiting for you and the others after the battle.

There were a lot of citizens there, cheering and celebrating the Republicans defeat.

It was honestly what your planet was hoping for after the fall of Palpatine. Which was an honestly dark memory for Anakin, especially when it was because of him your former Master almost left to the dark side.

It was because of him Skywalker almost didn't have a chance to give up and leave everything behind. He was one of the biggest reasons Anakin didn't want to become evil.

As you saw all the cheering, applause and celebration, you felt a wave of emotion hit you entirely. It was something different this time, it felt like a tremor, but it wasn't bad.

You couldn't tell how your expression went from happiness to complete shock as soon as you turned on your back and stared directly at the blonde silhouette behind you.

He was really standing there, smiling and shyly not trying to get all the attention. You tripped over your words when you tried to curse.

"Holy shit. Obi-wan?", you asked. He was still standing there, grinning, as he saw you. He walked towards you and you couldn't deny your surprise.

"Indeed it's me. And no, I'm not being projected", he said as soon as you hugged him. He said it playfully because you squeezed him too tight.

Anakin almost dropped his jaw when he spotted you and Kenobi. His face went blank and he couldn't express any emotion besides shock as well.

"Anakin. My, have you changed", the older one said as he stepped closer to him.

Skywalker still couldn't spill any words. You were still out of place by the image in front of you.

"I've heard you were leading this battle. May I say congratulations, young one", Obi smiled. It's like he couldn't smile bigger than that.

You pinched his stomach to get any reaction and he death stared at you. Like that could actually affect you.

"Obi-Wan. It is definitely a huge surprise to see you here. I thought it wasn't going to happen ever", he said as he hugged him.

You were offered to have a lunch with Kenobi as you three headed to a diner closer to the council. You were almost jumping up and down whenever you walked.

Anakin, on the other hand, felt like he was failing to react to Obi-Wan.

You could see how he was managing to collect himself and talk to him, but given the last events they both experienced, it was clear why he was acting weird.

You sat in front of them, and he wanted to sit close to Ani. You three spent a good two minutes just looking at each other, but Kenobi was sensing something else in his former apprentice.

"There is something different about you", he pointed. "Your eyes look like they're more blue now".

Anakin looked embarrassed, but didn't lean his head down at him.

"I sense something way different inside you as well. It is warmth", it made your heart flinch.

You knew exactly why those words weighed so much for you.

"We've had a long way together, Obi", you explained, giving him a smile.

He nodded. He knew all of that, he just wanted to make sure he wasn't missing anything.

"You still have a bit of anger in you. I can almost not see it, but the yellow is still there. Not much, but there is", Kenobi said and you noticed Anakin stiffened on his seat.

"I defeated Palpatine, Obi-Wan. I'm still trying to get my redemption", his words sounded bitter to both of you.

"You will get there. Don't worry, I hope you don't fail this time", the blonde man gave him a grin, but Skywalker swallowed a lump in his throat.

The last time he failed, he trailed the wrong road. And that led him to the opposite site, which made him suffer and live hell.

He seemed anxious, uneasy and uncomfortable. He didn't like to hear words like that, but he needed to sometimes. Mostly because those are used to remind him of what life is made of.

You showed him he can make choices about his future, about his needs. Obviously, he's stubborn and intense, but now he's learning not to dive right in like he used to.

"I won't, Master", he stated and you saw how Obi was proud of him. He wasn't that stupid teenager anymore.

"I'm really glad I could finally meet you again", the Jedi celebrated. "You take care of him".

You nodded, you three spent a good amount of time together there, just talking and catching up. Anakin seemed to ease up and didn't seem to be too worried anymore.

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You and Anakin arrived at his house to get some rest after a long and tiresome day. You know he didn't use many words when he was also tired, but you felt like he was dealing with something else.

You turned to face him as he was getting rid of his robe and tunic. Now he had this closed expression, his brown furrowed with a pout in his mouth.

Oh, God. Here it comes, you thought.

"Ani", you started, as you got closer to him. You grabbed his chin with your soft hand and made him look at you.

You know it was somehow very difficult to make him actually urburden. He was never used to. It made you angry how he would pull away when you wanted to talk.

But not this time, you weren't going to give up.

"Anakin", you called. He looked at you, his eyes were deep ocean blue. Not even a flicker of yellow, but still, there was anger.

"Obi-Wan, he-", he started, but stumbled on his word. "He still thinks I'm a monster". You scrunched your face.

"That's not really what he said, darling. He meant you're still fighting to make sure you're still you".

"No. He said he hoped I won't fail again. I did this once, I could do that again", he freed himself of your touch and it made your stomach sink.

This was one of the moments you really hated having with him. He would shut himself out and won't let you come in.

"Fuck's sake, Skywalker. He is proud of you. He is grateful I am helping you. Is that so hard to understand?", you snap at him.

"You will never understand how fucked up it is to be like I was. You'll never ever see what I used to see", his words were sharp. Too harsh on him.

"And yet here you are. You're still Anakin. You're not wavering. How hard is it to comprehend it?", you didn't want it to become an argument.

He stopped listening you for a second, he channeled himself at something else instead. He wasn't even there.

"Anakin!", you yelled. He was started to drive you mad.

You yelled at him for thirty seconds before he woke up from his trance and punched a wall with his metal fist.

It made you flinch and distance yourself from him. It's not like he never raged before, it wasn't just that usual.

You saw him panting, his head was leaning against the wall as he gripped his flesh hand around his curly hair. The other one was still inside the wall.

You realized he was having a breakdown in front of you. He just didn't want to show you his emotion, he always thought he was too weak to show you he was still fragile.

You took courage to step closer to him, resting your hand on his back. He grabbed your wrist with his flesh hand and just rubbed your knuckles.

"Hey", you say. "It's okay to cry. It's okay to not feel like you're doing great all the time".

"I'm still a mess. I'm still a fucking mess", he mourned. He turned his head to face you and his eyes were red.

But it was a different red, it was red because he was crying.

"We're still fixing that. One step at a time, remember?", you soften. You rested your forehead against his, wiping his tears away from his skin.

"I used to think I was cursed in this life. Now I know this is only happening because of my decisions", he still blamed himself almost every day, though.

"Listen to me. You are not giving up on this. I am not giving up on this. We're in this together, Ani", you smushed his nose with your lips.

He felt like the weight on his shoulder disappeared almost completely.

"You need to remember you're a good leader now. You're a good Master, you're training to defend, not to kill", you stated.

"What would I even be without you?", he melted against your touch.

"Who knows, Master", you teased as he casted your lips against his.

He would still vibrate under the sound of his favorite word. It would send shivers down his spine and lighten his mood.

You didn't know how long it would actually take for him to fully recover from everything that happened to him before.

But he's managing to become better everyday. He's better than he was when you started practicing. He's even become more romantic, he used to talk more, he just wasn't used to talk out of his emotions.

But like you told him, you were taking one step at a time.

After taking a shower, you dressed yourself comfortably and placed the ring on your finger. It was brighter than the sun, and it had a wonderful meaning to you.

You kneeled on the bed until he made room for you to lie on his side. He wrapped his big arms around you as you made yourself comfortable above the sheets.

He smelled like mint, his skin felt like smooth silk and his warmth gave you hope for him. His force was floating around you like a shield, like nothing could hurt you or take you away from him.

[proseover-bros]

FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 3

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SERIES: For the Ones We Love

STATUS: Ongoing

ERA: Prison

PAIRING: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

CHAPTER THREE: The Guest

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SUMMARY: A new arrival at the prison tells Rick and the others of the danger that Glenn and Maggie have gotten themselves into, leading the group with no other choice but to infiltrate Woodbury.

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Violence and Language (Typical TWD content)

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: So I know that things are a little out of order with the S3 timeline. The main things being, if I were following the show’s storyline to a T, the group would be discovering that Carol is still alive during this chapter. In my version, they found out weeks ago. Rick is also of sound mind, and has had time between Lori’s death and Glenn and Maggie’s capture to recover. In the show it’s immediate, but in my story there’s several weeks in between. Also, you can probably tell by now that there will be no Beth. No offense to Beth, but she was essentially there to babysit Judith and get Daryl to be vulnerable, and in my story those honors will be going to the Reader. Hope you guys don’t mind too much. Also, no Axel or Oscar because I don’t really see the point with how quickly they were written off the show.

“Holy shit. Who’s that?”

Whipping around to look in the direction where you’d just pointed, Daryl frowned when his gaze landed on the same wounded, dark-skinned woman who had caught your attention. He had no idea who she was but could see that she held a strange looking sword, the kind that he’d only ever seen in movies, and one of those red plastic shopping baskets that people used in grocery stores when they only had a few things to pick up.

“Only one way to find out.” Daryl grunted, picking his crossbow back up as you did the same with your revolver.

Over the next several minutes, you and Daryl worked as a team to get the woman to safety. Neither of you knew who she was, but when seeing her fight off a few walkers before falling to the ground, instinct told you both that it was the right thing to do. You could only hope that Rick would agree with your hasty decision. Once making it down to the gate, Daryl tossed his keys to you before raising his crossbow and shooting a walker that had been lumbering towards the woman’s unconscious form.

Once unlocking the gate, you pulled the door open and stepped out after Daryl, firing your gun and taking out three walkers as they stumbled closer, having been attracted by the sounds of the woman’s struggle. Remaining just outside the entrance, you scanned your surroundings while also keeping an eye on Daryl as he crouched down beside the unconscious woman. The sound of your gunfire had earned the attention of a larger group of walkers, and as Daryl examined the stranger, you started to anxiously bounce up and down on the balls of your feet.

“Was she bit?” You called over to him.

“Just a gunshot.” He announced, his fingertips hovering over the circular tear in the thigh of the woman’s jeans.

One walker had started ambling forward ahead of all the rest, getting dangerously close to Daryl. Raising the revolver, you fired, only to find that the chamber was empty because you’d stupidly forgotten to reload it after returning from hunting.

“Fuck!” You cursed, shoving your useless gun into your jeans before running at full speed and kicking your leg out, your right foot connecting with the walker’s abdomen, sending it tumbling to the ground. “Daryl, come on!”

Daryl watched with appreciation as you used quick thinking to take down the walker, but soon came back to the reality of the situation. Shouldering his crossbow, he picked the woman up in his arms just as you ran over to grab the shopping basket and her sword. Jogging along in front of him, you reopened the gate and then quickly locked it once more.

By the time you had both made it back to C-Block, Daryl’s legs looked like they were about ready to give out. You ran ahead to grab a blanket, then hurried back and spread it out over the floor before helping Daryl to gently lay the woman down on it.

“Hershel!” You yelled, running over to the gate dividing the common area from the cells.

“You sure she wasn’t bit?” You panted, glancing back at Daryl as he pulled off his crossbow and gear.

“Nah, she’s just covered in someone else’s blood. My money’s on a walker — s’why she was able to stand beside ‘em for a while before they noticed.”

With a relieved nod, you looked back just as Rick opened the gate with his keys, Hershel hobbling along on his crutches behind him.

“What happened? Who’s this?” Rick asked.

“We found her standing outside the fence, fighting off some walkers.” You explained, lifting her sword as well as the red shopping basket and peering inside to find that it was filled with baby formula. “She had this with her.”

The former Sheriff Deputy’s eyes roamed the contents of the basket for a few seconds before he looked to you, a startled expression on his face. With a shake of your head, you shrugged for emphasis, signaling that your guess was as good as his.

“My God, do you think she had a baby?” Hershel asked.

“I don’t think so.” You replied honestly. “Why would she hold onto all of this if something had happened to it?”

“It’s too much of a coincidence.” Rick muttered as he began to pace.

Moving to stand beside you, Daryl glanced inside the basket before bringing his gaze to Rick. “She ain’t bit, just shot in the leg. Dehydrated too, from the looks of her.”

Quickly moving over to the shelves where they’d been storing food and water, Rick grabbed a bottle and hurried back, crouching over the woman and pouring a bit onto her neck and chest. The woman gasped in response, her eyes fluttering open as she took in her new surroundings.

“It’s all right.” Rick assured her, raising his free hand, showing her that he wasn’t armed. “It’s all right.”

“Who are you?” He asked, gently touching her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down as her breathing hitched in her throat. “Hey, it’s all right.”

Before any more could be said, the woman caught sight of her katana and lunged forward in a desperate attempt to grab it, but Rick was one step ahead, using his leg to kick the weapon out of her reach before her fingertips could so much as graze the handle.

“We’re not gonna hurt you.” Grabbing onto her bicep, Rick pushed her back down with a bit more force as he leaned over her. “Unless you try something stupid first, all right?”

During the brief struggle between Rick and the woman, you noticed that Daryl had picked his crossbow up from where he’d haphazardly set it on the table. While you’d stayed out of the way up until this point, you stepped forward just then, entering the stranger’s field of vision. You’d spent enough time with Daryl to know that he had a temper that could easily be set off, and didn’t want this woman to be on the receiving end of it. More than that, you recognized a familiar fear in her eyes that made you sympathize with her.

“You wanna tell us your name?” You asked gently, taking a step closer in hopes that if she knew she wasn’t alone in a room full of strange men, she might be more inclined to speak. The woman looked at you and you saw that she had visibly relaxed somewhat, but still she kept quiet.

Well, so much for that brilliant idea, you thought.

Rick gave an irritated shake his head. It was obvious that he was growing impatient with their new guest. While you felt for the stranger, you also understood Rick’s perspective. Whoever this woman was, she’d somehow known exactly where the prison was and that there was a baby here, and that didn’t sit right with Rick — with any of you.

“We’ll keep this safe and sound.” Rick announced, raising her katana in his hand as he stood up. “The doors are all locked. You’ll be safe here.” He nodded towards her wound. “And we can treat that.”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” The woman spat, speaking at last.

“Doesn’t matter.” Rick shrugged, turning and heading back towards the gate with Daryl and Hershel at his heels. “Can’t let you leave.”

Remaining where you were as the others walked back to C-Block, you kept your eyes on the woman, lost in thought. She reminded you more and more of yourself when you were held against your will at Grady Memorial. Of course she had it easy; Rick’s group was nothing like those awful people, but this woman didn’t know that. It took Rick walking back over and placing his hand onto your shoulder to wake you from your thoughts of the past.

“Hey, you OK?” He asked, his brows knitting together in concern.

Nodding slowly, you finally lifted your gaze from the stranger. Hershel had gone back to his cell, most likely to retrieve his medical supplies, but Daryl was lingering by the gate. His tense gaze stayed on you as you brought your attention to Rick and you could feel his eyes even as you looked away.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just . . . “ You sighed, biting into your bottom lip. “Let me talk to her alone?”

Rick hesitated, and you saw in his honest eyes that the thought was making him uneasy. Rather than be annoyed by his reluctance however, you found it incredibly endearing that he cared enough to be concerned for you.

“Rick, I’ve been in her place before, and it’s a shitty place to be — the not knowing. Please, let me see what I can get out of her . . . “ You glanced over at Daryl as he started to walk back towards you. “ . . . preferably without Daryl chaperoning.”

“What’s the hold up?” Daryl grunted impatiently.

Keeping his eyes on you, Rick smiled knowingly. You hadn’t known Daryl Dixon long, but it seemed that you had the man figured out pretty well. For some reason, Rick liked knowing that.

“We’re gonna leave her to it.” Rick announced.

“To what?” Daryl asked.

“To have some one-on-one time with our guest.” Rick replied matter-of-factly.

Daryl shifted from one foot to the other, tucking his hands beneath his armpits. “Ya sure that’s a good idea?”

Rick nodded, his eyes still on you. “I am.”

When Rick made his declaration, you smiled; like a kid being praised by their idol. Whether he wanted to or not, Rick had unofficially taken over as a sort of father figure for you, and you were proud to have gained his approval. Daryl, however, scowled; looking rather displeased by the idea. Then again, it was difficult to tell since that was pretty much the only expression you’d ever seen him make.

Rick clapped his hand over Daryl’s shoulder as he made his way back to the gate, but Daryl remained where he was, staring you over. His hesitation lasted a few seconds, but just as you opened your mouth to ask him if something was wrong, he turned and followed Rick. Remaining where you were, you watched as Daryl returned to C-Block, catching his blue gaze as he turned back around to watch you as he locked the gate before joining the others.

“Alone at last.” You muttered under your breath and turned around to face the woman, whom had been watching you closely.

Oh, shit.

Suddenly, anxiety began to gnaw at your gut. What if Rick had put his faith in you for nothing? What if this woman said even less to you than she’d said to him? Forcing yourself to shake off your insecurities, you swallowed down the fear and took a few slow steps towards her.

“You know that older man who just left? His name’s Hershel, and he really can help you.”

With your hands stuffed into the back pockets of your jeans, you continued. “He used to be a veterinarian, before all this happened. Knows his stuff.”

“What did you used to be?” The stranger asked softly.

Both the woman’s question and interest caught you completey off guard. Even though you’d still been doing your job as a medical worker less than a month ago, it felt like an entirely different life. Shrugging your shoulders as if her question hadn’t left you reeling, you replied. “I was just a student.”

It was the same answer you’d given Rick when the two of you had spent some time getting to know each other, and it wasn’t necessarily a lie. You just hadn’t felt the need to specify what kind of student you’d been, and you still didn’t. After the world ended, you kept helping because you knew it was the right thing to do. But after everything that had happened at Grady, you were starting to think that you didn’t owe this new world shit. Not if there was a chance that it might put you into another horrible situation like that.

“How about you?”

When the woman said nothing in reply, you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Look, I know it’s hard to believe that there are still good people in this world, but there are.” Holding your arm out, you gestured back towards the gate. “They are. I’ve only been here a few weeks and I already feel like . . . “ You’d been tempted to say family, but stopped. It felt like a betrayal to your actual family to say it out loud. “It’s safe here. You could be safe here. Just tell us what we want to know.”

The silence that met your words was deafening, and you’d been close to calling it quits and returning to Rick to tell him that you’d failed in getting information, when the woman finally spoke.

“The supplies,” The stranger nodded towards the red shopping basket. “They were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl.”

Glenn and Maggie.

You inhaled sharply. Of course. Just before you’d left to go hunting with Daryl, Glenn and Maggie had announced that they were taking a car to look for more ammo and baby formula.

“What happened? Were they attacked?” You asked.

“They were taken.” The stranger whispered.

“By who?”

“By the same son of a bitch who shot me.”

“That’s Glenn and Maggie. They’re part of our group — Maggie is Hershel’s daughter.”

Keeping your eyes on the woman, you noticed an almost guilty expression cross her features. “There’s a town. Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there.”

“A whole town?” You asked, skeptical.

She nodded. “It’s run by this guy who calls himself the Governor — pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type.”

“How many men does he have?”

“Not sure, but they have armed sentries on every wall. Paramilitary wannabes.”

“Do you know a way in?”

“Place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through.”

“How’d you know how to get here?” You asked.

“The couple, they mentioned a prison — said which direction it was in, said it was a straight shot.”

There was nothing the woman had said that gave you the impression that she was lying. Why would she? Her story added up, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, you could see that she was desperate to get away from Woodbury and find somewhere safe to recuperate.

“Thank you for telling me this.” Crouching down to her level, you held out your hand and introduced yourself.

It seemed the woman’s first instinct was to recoil away from your hand, but after a few seconds you were relieved to see that her expression began to soften.

“Michonne.” She replied, reaching out to shake your hand.

“Nice to meet you, Michonne.”

“You too.”

Letting go of Michonne’s hand, you stood up and stepped towards the shelved inventory, grabbing a granola bar and a bottle of water, then walking back to hand them to her.

“I’m gonna go tell everyone what you just told me. Relax, eat. I’ll be back with Hershel in a few minutes.”

Taking the food and water, Michonne nodded once before you turned on your heel and returned to C-Block. You repeated your conversation with Michonne to Rick, Daryl, Hershel, Carol and Carl. Hershel was understandably very upset, but just as brave as ever. He demanded that Rick let him come along as they began to make their plans; the intensity of the situation causing him to momentarily forget about his leg, until Rick made him see reason.

“How do you know we can trust her?” Carol asked you.

“It doesn’t matter — this is Maggie and Glenn.” Hershel said before you could answer. “We can’t leave anything to chance.”

“We ain’t.” Daryl shook his head. “I’ll go after ‘em.”

Running a hand over his face, Rick took a deep breath. He looked so tired. You’d hated being the one to have to tell him that the rare peace he’d been enjoying without any incidents over the past few weeks had finally come to an end, but there was no way around it.

“This place sounds pretty secure.” Rick finally said, looking to Daryl. “You can’t go alone.”

“I’ll go.” The words were out of your mouth before you really even had time to think it over.

Daryl looked at you, his eyes moving back and forth. You wondered what was going through his head, but for once he wasn’t arguing with you. That was progress.

Rick shook his head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Well that’s good because you’re not asking, I’m offering.” You smiled.

It didn’t sit right with Rick, allowing you; someone so new to the group to risk your life for his people. But with T-Dog dead and Glenn and Maggie captured, he didn’t have much in the way of backup, and he needed all the help he could get if this rescue mission had any hope of being successful.

“All right.” Rick agreed.

“I’m going too.” Carl announced.

That was where Rick had to draw the line. You remained quiet as father and son began to argue, but you were relieved when Rick told Carl that he had to stay with Hershel and Carol. No matter how good of a shot he was, he was still eleven-years-old, and the idea of having him risking his life weighed heavy on your heart.

The sun had well set by the time the group was ready to go. Hershel had sewn together Michonne’s gunshot wound and she was back on her feet, still sore, but overall doing much better. You stood with Daryl, helping him load the Hyundai with all the supplies he and the others had collected from the armory when they’d first arrived at the prison.

“I got the flash bangs and I got the tear gas.” Daryl announced as you opened up the hatchback for him to pack a backpack and duffel bag inside the trunk. “Never know what you’re gonna need.”

Even as Daryl seemed to be making conversation, you were barely listening as you stood with the strap of an assault rifle that you really didn’t know how to use, slung over your shoulder. It was funny, because after escaping from the hospital just a few weeks ago, you’d given yourself permission to be selfish from now on. Yet here you were, joining a group of people on a rescue mission on what could very possibly be your last night on this earth. The world had become such a strange place. A year ago, your idea of helping someone was letting them borrow your anatomy notes. Now it apparently meant risking your life.

“Nice kick back there, Buffy.” Daryl grunted, bringing you out of your reverie.

Turning to face him, you paused in confusion, but then slowly smiled when realizing that he was referring to when you’d taken down the walker without your gun earlier that day. You hadn’t killed it, but had at least given yourself and Daryl enough time to hurry back inside the safety of the prison gates with Michonne.

“Buffy? But Buffy’s a badass. I thought I was Betty?” You raised an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips as you reminded him of the rude nickname he’d given you just that morning when you’d had the audacity to question the reliability of his precious motorcycle.

Daryl hesitated for the briefest of seconds, something of a glint in his eyes as he studied you closely, nothing but the sound of cicadas in the night surrounding you both. Finally, he shrugged his broad shoulders with a tilt of his head. “Maybe you’re a little of both.”

As you climbed into the backseat after Daryl, with Rick behind the wheel and Michonne navigating from the passenger seat, you couldn’t hide the smirk that crept over your lips even if you’d tried. If that was as close to a compliment as Daryl Dixon was willing to give you, you would happily take it.

CHAPTER FOUR

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[mixnmatch4dead]

Hellooo 🥺 politely asking for a Coach and Bill mashup

It’s been 6 months exactly since my last upload, sorry for the wait! I admit there was a bit of a reason for the delay on this one… I actually didn’t advertise mash-ups.

Swaps are when one character takes on the character role of another, while mash-ups are the two characters as one person. I wasn’t sure if i should draw Bill as Coach or Coach as Bill, and I didn’t want to disappoint. I do have experience in making mashups/fusions, though, so I figured I might as well give what you asked for, since I thought it would be cool even if it was a misunderstanding… and since I made you wait for so long….. I mashed the whole casts of l4d1&2 into… i guess left 4 dead one-and-a-half?

Say Hi to the Left 4 Dead Mash-Ups Line-up! (Ordered by height, tallest to shortest)

Since this asker also pointed out that they were interested in mashing their personalities specifically in the past, I’ll also go into detail on how I picture them acting ^^ I also did doodles anytime i got tired or stuck with the mash-ups, you can also find them under the cut <3

Coach+William Overbeck (Mashup name… Vet?) -

Perspective : This vet is very kind-spirited but very protective of the trio he finds himself working with. He wants to see all of them make it to the other side, and if that means risking his own life, he’s ready to put it on the line. He expresses this by frequently checking on the health and well-being of the others, commanding them around in dire situations, putting his body between his pinned teammates and the infected if he has to, and teaching them survival skills that help outside of combat, in case they wind up without him.

Granddad Friend? : Since the second-oldest person on the team is deceptively irresponsible, he’s completely taking the slack of the caretaker role for the whole dang team. He is willing to be mean and go above the others if he thinks they’re being irresponsible with their own lives. Like Bill, he is fully willing to leave people behind so long as the three are safe, and also like Bill he WILL minimize your injuries a little if it means you keep moving forward. (“If you’re not bleeding out, you’re not allowed to cry” moments)

Humor : Like Coach, he’s got good humor when the situation calls for it… as soon as things get serious, though, he drops the jokes and smiles entirely. He’ll make jokes about his favorite foods and whatever silly situation deserves a little chuckle, so long as everyone is alive and well for it. Sure, comedy heals all wounds, but sometimes you need to focus and get out of the situation before you can try to fix things. He has a BIG laugh and is very receptive when the others joke with each other.

Religion : A practicing Christian like Coach, he will sometimes mention it when he feels the situation calls for it (including chastising people for cursing despite swearing ALL the time. Bill says Bitch a lot, but Coach says Shit more than anyone else in the game!)— I could see him doing other things like the ‘valley of the shadow of death’ prayer from the Swamp Campaign.

School Colors? : Admittedly inaccurate, there’s not a single school in Georgia with a green and purple color scheme. In my defense, Coach’s school is three hours away from Savannah and he keeps saying he “lives around here” in the beginning first campaign, so...

Medical History : With Bill and Coach’s combined histories and backgrounds, they’re in a bit of a worse condition than either were originally. Bill, with his injury in the war and age, combined with Coach’s knee injury that was bad enough to knock him out of sports… It’s never specified which knees either injured, but I actually considered cutting one off entirely in case they hurt the same one. This is all without mentioning Bill’s canon PTSD, which carried over since this is a combination of both characters. He uses a variety of things to improve his mobility and comfort, sometimes even using a wheelchair when they’re available and someone else on the team is willing to carry it when the landscape becomes inaccessible.

Smoking : An addiction he took steps to successfully break a long, long time ago to be a good example to the students he taught. He only started again when he realized… this really was the end of the world has he knew it. It helps with the pain in his joints, too. He still refuses giving any to the other three.

Nick+Francis (Mashup name probably Frick) -

Perspective : A gambler and a biker with a bit of a history of getting into scrapes and other dangerous situations, he has learned absolutely no lessons except when to start running away. In past experiences, he found he was better off working on his own, and brushed off positive experiences with teams as ‘only a matter of time’ or exceptions. He usually just looks out for himself, but he’s realizing that this situation genuinely requires cooperation… and that he likes knowing that the others are there for him.

Infected! : While we know all of the protagonists are carriers, we don’t actually know if all of them have caught the green flu before they all meet! However, since Francis and Nick are suggested to have a very similar intro to the apocalypse, it’s very VERY likely that Mr. Frick here is the first of the group to actually carry the disease, and that he catches it before the infection becomes a local problem.

Irresponsible : He will immediately use something on a whim if he’s trusted with anything. This includes eating any snacks in his bag, drinking all the water in a bottle meant for the group, and taking pills on an instinct the first moment something bothers him. Is it selfishness? Not really, he just doesn’t think when he thinks he’s been provided a quick fix.

Graying : He is actively graying and it would be visible if he didn’t dye it… though he kind of got the wrong color. He doesn’t want to talk about it.

Picking Favorites? : He has a favorite teammate, and he only pretends he doesn’t because it means he likes them in general. His favorite is Rochelle&Louis by a long shot, mostly because they’re the most fun to talk to and seem to be on the same wavelength as him. But in like… a way that balances him out. It confuses him.

Rochelle+Louis (Mashup name likely Louchelle bc i like it) -

Perspective : To this mash-up, there is always a silver lining, even if you have to force it into existence. The power of positive thinking can go a long way, and they’ll be the first to remind the team pessimists that though this is the end of the world it isn’t the end. And then they get roasted for saying that, and have to verbally fight for their life.

Sarcasm and Banter : They will meet every roast with an equal or slightly greater burn. Bickering with Nick+Francis usually ends with a verbal murder on one of their sides, and they’re kind of lucky both of them are so quick to laugh it off.

Need for Normality : Out of all of the mash-ups, they’re the most insistent that they continue following the pre-apocalypse rules as well. That does not mean they’re always considering it, like they’ll trespass like crazy and take when they need it, but they don’t like it when their teammates steal from homes or small businesses. It kind of hurts to imagine the family that they’re taking from, even if they’re likely all dead.

Theater Kid : They can PROJECT like nobody’s business! They’re so good at making sure their voice carries, it’s kind of hard to stop! Which is bad when there’s a witch in the area, but boy can they verbalize when they have a problem of some kind. Also, from a history of being the one to manage things on a stage, they’re incredibly good at rephrasing Bill’s directions when he’s a bit more vague.

Anxiety : Quick to startle, easy to concern, and overall the most generally confused by the more hectic natures of the other three. They don’t understand why the others are so ready to just drop everything and make the worst choice just for the hell of it, but it is NOT helping their fears.

Ellis+Zoey (Mashup name either Elley or Zellis) -

Perspective : A college student considering dropping out and relieved that now they don’t have to think about it anymore! They’re happiest when they’re not thinking about anything— especially not have screwed over the world’s gotten. Any reminder of how they don’t know the situation their closest friends are in (and likely saw their family die) will close them off from the group, making them snippy and reserved until the others can get the humor back into them. It’s not intentional, it’s depression and fear for the future. They’re always ready to call the Francis&Nick mash-up for his bullshit.

Apocalypse Prep : What Zoey and Ellis have in common is that they had very similar reactions to learning about the Green Flu— that being shutting off the world and preparing the only way they knew how. While Zoey consumed a bunch of zombie movies in a depressed fugue state until her parents died when the infection became public, Ellis tricked-up a truck and used it to ram into zombies until one almost killed him, and their mash-up was probably doing both.

Short but Mighty! : Smallest of the team but can absolutely hold just about every other team member over their head. They’d absolutely love to show off how many gasoline canisters they can carry at one time, then trip and spill everything everywhere. Probably said they could beat a charger at an arm wrestling contest once.

Keith Stories : Expanded to include other friends and family members, this mash-up keeps Keith and will talk about him and others all the time.

Team Child : Are they 21? Yes, but do they act like it? Not really. It’s easier to see them as a teenager than a student with a full-time job, especially since they never act like it. Their open gullibility does not help.

I’d add more notes, but I’ve been doing this for awhile and I still have finals due. As I mentioned before, I’ve done mash-ups in the past and I had a LOT of fun doing them again, so if there are any other mash-ups you’d be interested in, I’d love to hear it! (Difference between mash-ups and swaps: you can mash more than two people at once…) I still have finals the day this is going to be posted, but that also means I have break for the next three weeks!

Doodles I mentioned before below!

[evafhernee]

I present; 99 Castoff Incorrect Quotes. Don’t ask why

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3 (this one))

(67)

Rori: I'm quick at math.

Arianna: Ok, what's 38 times 76?

Rori: 24

Arianna: That wasn't even close.

Rori: But it was quick.

(68)

Vector: Am I in trouble?

Arianna: Take a guess.

Vector: No?

Arianna: Take another guess.

(69)

Frankie: Wow, it sure smells like wrong dog in here!

Vector: Oh buddy…

Frankie, already sobbing: ASK.

(70)

Rori: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?

(71)

Vector: What scares you guys the most?

Frankie: Werewolves!

Marina: Sharks.

Sage: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Sage:

Sage: Arianna.

(72)

Arianna: We have to plan, we have to figure something out.

Frankie: Arianna, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

(73)

Frankie: Oh, hey, I didn't see you come in! You should have come by and said hello!

Arianna: Oh! Yeah, I uh...

Arianna: Didn't want to bother you.

Arianna: Or talk to or listen to or be around you.

(74)

Frankie: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Arianna way.

Vector: Isn't that the wrong way?

Frankie: Yes, but it's faster.

(75)

Arianna: We wouldn't last two minutes without Frankie.

Arianna:

Arianna: Don't tell them I said that.

(76)

Arianna: Why do you hang out with me?

Vector: You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!

Arianna: ...

Arianna: I feel a bit sorry for you.

(77)

Frankie: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Rori: Please, just say fuck.

(78)

Vector, texting Marina: sends a voice message

Marina, texting back: I'm a little busy, is it urgent?

Vector: No, don't worry, just listen later. later

Marina: presses play

Vector's voice message: THERE'S A FIRE-

(79)

Marina: You need to stop swearing so much.

Arianna: Shut the fuck up.

Marina: Yeah, that's not how you do it.

Arianna: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it.

Marina: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine.

Arianna: Shit the beep up.

Marina:

Arianna: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

(80)

Frankie: I have a bad feeling about this, guys.

Arianna: Oh don't worry, you'll be fine.

Vector: Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?

Frankie, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

(81)

Arianna: fast-forwards all the way through the movie

Frankie: You can't just skip to the happy ending!

Arianna: I don't have time for their problems.

(82)

Marina: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Arianna?

Arianna: No.

Frankie: I do!

Marina: I know, Frankie.

Frankie: I'm sad.

Marina: I know, Frankie.

(83)

Arianna: When do I get my own gun?

TheStarfishface: I wouldn't trust you with my kid's lightsaber.

(84)

Arianna: Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my actions.

(85)

Arianna: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The Squad: Awwww-

Arianna: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."

The Squad: Oh.

(86)

Rori: Ha! What are you gonna do? Stab mе?

Five minutes later

Rori, calling 911: HELP, IVE BEEN STABBED.

(87)

Rori: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash.

Rori: slow-mo walks out of the room

(88)

Frankie: Hey.

Arianna: pissed off You... complete ... ASS, Frankie! You show up here after WEEKS, and you say "hey"?!

(89)

Sage: The dinosaurs didn't rule the earth they were just alive. Stop giving them credit for administration skills they didn't have.

(90)

Rori: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd.

Vector: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can't just say blue because there's more than one blue.

Rori: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

(91)

Rori: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first.

Vector: Rock.

Rori: Paper.

(92)

Frankie: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?

Marina: ...What???

(93)

Marina: I hate to disagree with you, but-

Rori: Please, you love to disagree with me. Its your favorite thing to do.

(94)

Arianna: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

(95)

Vector: What does "take out" mean?

Frankie: Food.

Marina: Dating.

Arianna: Murder.

Rori: It can be all three if you're brave enough.

(96)

Vector: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

(97)

Rori: on the phone Hey Marina, do you know my blood type?

Marina: Of course, it's B-.

Rori: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

(98)

Frankie: Vector, I'm afraid.

Vector: Just stay close to Arianna.

Frankie: That's why I'm afraid.

(99)

Marina: What did you two do?

Rori:

Arianna:

Marina: You're not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.

[justbreakonme]

pls tell me ur gonna do a part 3 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 preferably with sum comfort

Oh dear god, now I have to. But yes, that was the plan. This one is rather long, but 🤷🏻. It’s not quite comfort yet, but almost there. It would be way too long to put everything in one. I’ll hopefully have the actual comfort soon.

Following this:

“Caretaker?”

The nurse looked up from her clipboard, then around the waiting room.

“Yes-yes, that’s me, is everything okay? Are they awake?” Caretaker tripped over both their feet and their words as they stood up.

“Yes,” she softened, lowering her clipboard, “They’re in a good bit of pain right now, but they pulled through. We’re doing all we can to keep them comfortable.”

They nodded, unable to speak.

They’re alive. They’re gonna be okay.

“Would you follow me this way please? There are some things we would need to speak about in private.” She gestures to the door behind her and they nod once more. They were barely hearing her honestly, focused completely on the news that Whumpee had made it.

They stepped behind the door, then along a hallway and into one of many little check in rooms.

She took a seat on the stool by the computer, and moved for them to sit as well.

“So, Caretaker, we’re in a bit of a unique situation. Normally, visiting hours are extremely limited, especially with patients like Whumpee. There’s police involved, as you’re aware, on top of Whumpee being incredibly fragile at the moment.”

“Are you saying that I can’t see them?”

“No, no, not at all,” she raised her hands, palms out, placating, “Quite the opposite.”

“Then why am I in here, and not with them?”

They were so sick of waiting, and it was almost worse knowing they were so close and yet seemingly so far.

“Paperwork. And going over some things that we feel you should know before moving forward.”

What?

“What things?”

“First, you are not family to Whumpee, correct?” She pulled out a form from a thick packet on the counter beside her and clicked her pen.

“Right.”

“On their medical paperwork, you are listed as an emergency contact, but the relationship is not filled in. What relationship do you have to Whumpee?”

Neighbor? Team mate? Friend?

“Friend, I suppose.”

She nods, jotting it down. “Have you been ill within the last 6 weeks, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, fever, anything like that?”

“No, no, nothing. Why does this matter?” They we’re trying to be patient, they really were, but it was getting harder and harder.

Still, she had been nothing but considerate, and continued to be so. “I’m sorry, it’s just standard questions. Whumpee’s immune system is going to be very weak right now, and an infection could be dangerous.”

Their face turned beet red. How stupid could they be? No shit they have to check.

“I’m sorry, I see. I’ve had none of those in the past 6 weeks, I’m good.”

“I understand, you’re worried about them and it’s scary to not know what’s going on. I’m gonna get through this as fast as I can for you. Can I get your address and date of birth?”

Together, they did a kind of “speed round” of questions, filling form after form, till they got to the last one, and there were two piles aside, tagged with sticky notes.

“As you know, this is an ongoing police investigation to find out who did this to Whumpee. This form is an agreement that you will not intentionally hinder or disrupt their investigation, nor will you attempt to tamper with any answers Whumpee may give.”

“So what does that mean?”

“Well, there is an officer standing by, so they can assist with case by case questions, but basically it means not talking about the case, not providing any information, theories, or possibilities that might affect Whumpees testimony.”

“Okay…” they squint, trying to work this out in their mind, “What if they tell me things?”

“That’s fine, in fact, that could be helpful. There will be surveillance in the room for Whumpees safety, and so anything they say can be used to help investigate.”

They sighed. It was an investigation, yes, and they knew this was all for good reason, but still. They wished Whumpee could just be left alone… Let them rest and heal without someone recording or asking them questions.

“Okay, I understand.”

“Thank you,” she brushes some hair out of her face and passes the pen to them, “You’ll just need to sign or initial on the flagged lines, and then we can get you ready to go in.”

26 signatures and 41 sets of initials later, they were done and walking down the hall again to another room.

This one was lined with sinks on one side, and cabinets on the other, with nurses going in and out in various levels of protective suits.

They were handed a pair of scrubs, boot covers, and a cap to change into, then a bag for their old clothes. She pointed to a bathroom door so they could change, and they went.

This was definitely not normal procedure.

They got changed, carefully tying the cap into place, making sure every hair was tucked in, before returning. She helped them put their things into a locker, and then moved to the other wall.

“Now, we’ll wash, twice, with this,” she gestured to an orange pump bottle by the sink, “then use the sanitizer beside it.”

She started washing her hands, and Caretaker joined.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m very grateful, but if this isn’t normal procedure, why am I being allowed to see them?”

She sighed, focusing on her hands. “Well, it’s a bit complicated. Whumpee isn’t eating. Or sleeping, not without sedation. They won’t do anything meaningful to their recovery. But they have asked for you, and so I- The doctor has agreed to try bringing you in to see if that will help ease their mind enough to make progress.”

Asking for me?

“Okay… So we’d better hurry then, right?”

“Right, but not too fast, we still need to get you a mask and gloves and-“ she paused as she was pulling out a pair of gloves, “I’d like to warn you that Whumpee is in a rough place right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re still very fearful, and that combined with being in pain can make people very agitated. They’re at risk of further injuries if they try to run off or stand. They’re currently in medical restraints, just until it’s safe-“

What?!

“You put them in restraints?! What the hell is wrong with you people?!”

“They would have-“

“No wonder their still ‘fearful’ and won’t do anything, what the fuck?!”

They snatched the gloves out of the box and pulled them on, then the mask from her hand.

“Where are they?”

“Caretaker, please, I can’t bring you in until you are calm. I know, I know, and that’s what I- we hoped to avoid by bringing you in. If you’re there, they won’t have a reason to look for you.”

This hospital is run by monsters… Whumpee is rescued just to be tied back down again and poked and prodded?

They took a deep breath, pinching their nose. “If they’re calm, the restraints come off, correct?”

Their voice wobbles with rage but only slightly.

“As soon as possible,” she paused, lowering her voice, “I will argue till I’m blue in the face. I promise.”

They force themselves to relax their shoulders.

She’s not the one in the wrong. She’s trying to help. And I need to see Whumpee right now.

“Okay. I’m calm.”

They wound their way through the hospital, passing room after room, and with every passing door, Caretaker snapped their neck back and forth, trying to catch a glimpse of Whumpee.

Finally, they come to the end of a hallway, to a door guarded by an officer in silver. “Hello officer, Caretaker is here to see Whumpee on Doctors orders.”

She shows the officer her key card and the paperwork, and Caretaker was curtly waved through.

“Just press the call button if you need. I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you,” they sighed, then turned back, “For everything.”

She just smiled sadly with a little shrug, before she seemed to be called back to the nurses station.

And they walked through the door into Whumpees room. Finally.

“Caretaker?”