#i realize i'm repeating myself a lot i am sorry

[drbatsponge]

My main concern is what they'll do with Stephanie, I think Cass has a lot of factors that'll prevent DC from trashing her again.

1. James Gunn is probably using her in the DCU.

2. Cass is a good way to tap the asian market, as much as I don't like saying that it's true. She checks all the boxes being a Batman related character and some representation for that crowd.

3. I think Cass fans will support the heck out of Spirit World, even those who were adverse to Batgirls, it'll likely get extended.

Steph is my primary worry, like DC doesn't need her if they can just give Babs her personality and headline her.

So yeah, I am concerned for Stephanie Brown fans.

[stellacadente]

i realized how much it scares me that my mind will convince itself of even the ugliest things if i start thinking them often enough and it's... yeah. like i had a good session with my psychiatric rehabilitation therapist i think it was very useful but then at the end i got hit by this feeling of fear... like i'm so scared of myself and how low i can get

[wizardnuke]

when u go to ur opened apps on ur phone and get jumpscared by ur own face in the corner of snapshat

[midwestprincesss]

never say sorry -sub!art donaldson x fem!reader smut

notes- this was literally supposed to be super short but i got carried away cause i am a whore (and proud of it)

cw- art is a little insecure:( , mentions of him having sex with tashi before (NO TASHI SLANDER I LOVE MY GIRL BUT IT'S FOR THE PLOT😭) , he cums prematurely (like...really..) art's a whiny little slut, art keeps calling reader love ( i got a thing for that pet name sorry y'all) , reader calls art 'artie' once cus it's cute&idc.

thinking about art constantly apologizing while having sex :( like ur unzipping his pants and he's already bucking his hips up into your hand, and then immediately muttering "sorry":(( my babyyy

so at first you think that okay, whatever, it's just something that slips out

but then he does it SO many times that you're actually starting to be concerned

like, you're giving him head and he moans a little too loudly- he's apologizing again. while kissing, you pull back for air and he still follows you, mouth half-open, wanting more - but then he realizes and he apologizes again.

but one time he really caught you off guard-

it had been a long day for him, spending almost all day training for his upcoming match. he barely had any time to rest, so he comes back to his dorm, taking off his shirt and pants, getting into bed with you only with his baby-blue boxer briefs on.

he kisses you. he's so fucking tired, but he still kisses you. 'cause he needs you, especially after the day he just had. you could feel his hard cock, practically begging you to take his boxers off.

"please love, wanna see you" he says while tugging at your top, watery eyes glistening with tears waiting to be spilled.

you take it off and unclasp your bra, little whimpers leaving his lips at the sight of you over him, with your tits out. you would love to take your time with him, really. to hear him beg and plead for you. but he's so eager, and so polite about it too- you just can't do that to him right now. so when you take off his boxers, his cock immediately jumps up, slapping his lower abdomen, right over his strawberry-blond happy trail.

"aww baby, look at you. you're so pretty aren't you?" you smile down at him, admiring how his legs shake slightly at every word you say. "hmm? aren't you?" you repeat. "mmghn- yeah, i- uhh i am" he says, eyes almost rolling back from the lack of touch. "you're what? say it." he sighs. you do this a lot. 'self love is important' you usually tell him- but not now. not when his dick is out, aching and leaking and begging to be touched. but just for the sake of it- just because he wants to please you, he says it. "i'm pretty"

"good boy," you coo, finally bringing a finger down to his cock, only to circle his pink, wet tip. and with that, he loses it. his mind goes blank, and he can't help it- all the waiting, the anticipating made him lose control of his body. he really didn't want to cum, he wanted to be good for you, but you were just so hot, he couldn't hold back. so immediately after his white, thick and warm liquid lands partially on his stomach and a bit on your hand, he starts babbling out apologies.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry love, please don't be mad, please- i'll clean up after myself- oh my god i'm so sorry-" he was so obviously tired, he could barely make up the words, yet he still continued apologizing. until you cut him off.

"art, baby- you dont need to apologize to me! what's up with this" you ask, softly. "you know i love making you feel good. and it's even better when i get feedback like this" you giggle. his cheeks turn bright pink as he covers his face.

"but i literally came the second you touched me" he mumbles, shyly.

you kiss his shoulder, smiling. "and it was hot."

"i- I don't know how to explain it to you, love- i just don't want to disappoint you. tashi used to hate it when i did any of this, she hated hearing me, and stuff like that- sometimes it made me feel like i was an object to her or something, y-you know? she'd get mad at me, and uh- it wasn't great."

"oh." you could actually feel your heart breaking for the boy. he was so sweet, he never deserved any of that. "well i'm not tashi, and i definitely won't get mad at you for anything like that. i like hearing you, and believe it or not, this was really fucking hot. you're letting me know i'm making you feel good. what's wrong with that?"

"just don't wanna upset you." art shrugs.

"i promise you artie, you could never upset me." you peck his lips and he smiles. "now let's clean you up"

[aettuddae]

business matter — chapter 56.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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karina was in her bed quietly watching television during the afternoon when a knock on her door distracted her. she got out of bed reluctantly, knowing who was calling, and opened with a bored expression for her to not to be surprised by the person who was looking at her bitterly from the hallway.

“sorry, but for the sake of your career you can't kick me out of your house.” she crossed her arms.

“since you seem to be more affected by living with me, i would never do something like that.” serim shrugged her shoulders feigning innocence. “when did you decorate this room?” her expression changed to one of confusion and she leaned down, holding onto the edges of the door to get her head inside and begin to inspect it with her eyes.

“this place was depressing." she explained obviously. “i started buying things to decorate it on the days when i had to stay here while you worked.” she added.

“that's a whole new couch.” she pointed at the furniture, horrified to realize that she didn't know what that girl was doing behind her back.

“yes, and it's very comfortable.” she answered without further ado. “you didn't tell me what you want." asked, annoyed.

"come." she ordered, letting out a tired sigh.

“i thought you were mad at me because i hate your plants.” spoke arrogantly as she was dragged by the hand into the kitchen.

"yes, that's right." serim stopped in front of the bar, causing karina to also stop next to her.

“so why are we looking at a plant?” the dancer questioned emotionlessly, eyeing a small pot resting on the marble.

"it's yours." the woman reported seriously.

"i do not want it." she took a few steps trying to return to her room, but serim held her hand firmly, pulling her back to her side.

“you know, karina?” she continued, both with their eyes still glued to the plant in front of them.

"no." interrupted.

“i had never imagined myself taking care of plants.” she turned her head towards the girl, watching her as she continued with her words.

“i guess it's not a dream that many people have.” karina shrugged, returning her eye contact defiantly.

“do you want to know who introduced me to gardening?”

“professor sprout?”

“sejeong." she quickly corrected.

“oh great, more women you're probably dating.” she tried to leave again, but only got serim to hold her hand tighter.

“sejeong is a good friend.” clarified, rolling her eyes. “and also someone who takes care of me a lot and wants the best for me, even though we argue a lot.” she examined her up and down accusatorily. “do you know what azza time is?”

“namu, i already told you i was in azza time once.” yu returned frustrated. “serim.” she arranged her quickly.

"really?" she stayed silent thinking.

“i don't have memory loss like you, namu.”

“you called me namu again.” the named one remarked.

“serim!” karina repeated to herself. "i am going to my room." she turned on her heel but was quickly returned to her previous position.

“stay still, i'm trying to teach you a lesson.” she turned her attention from her to the object of the conversation. “i met sejeong long before azza time and we became friends.” she picked up the thread again. “i was quite reckless and idiotic, and she had been in the industry for more years.”

“you're still an idiot.” she cut off her speech.

“but at least i'm not so reckless anymore.” serim smiled sideways. “sese wanted me to learn responsibility, patience…” she sighed. “to be a good leader, take care of others, and to care about something other than myself.” her tone carried a hint of nostalgia. “i'm not saying you're a bad leader, i don't know how you lead your group, nor do i care.” she gave a dry laugh. “but i learned a lot taking care of that first plant that sejeong gave me, and that was what made me fall in love with gardening.”

she raised her head and searched the apartment, lifting her hand she pointed to a corner near the balcony.

“that's the plant she gave me.” karina followed with her eyes the place her finger indicated. “it's a philodendron, i almost killed it three times.” she laughed embarrassedly.

“let's see if i understood," she blurted out after hearing the oldest. “this plant,” she indicated with her finger to the one that was resting on the counter. "it's mine?"

"yes, as i said before, it is." she nodded. “i was going to be angry at you, in fact, i am.” she rubbed her face with her hands, finally releasing her grip on karina. “but maybe you just don't understand why i like this so much, and i think if you don't try it on your own you'll never understand it.” she reasoned. “and who knows if it won't help you learn and discover new things about yourself.”

karina looked at the gift that rested there, contemplating what she should do, and then looked back at the philodendron in the distance. "what's it called?"

“the one that sejeong gave me?” the younger nodded with her head indicating that she was referring to that. “it doesn't have a name, not all my plants have one.” she wandered around the kitchen while she waited for the girl to do something. “do you want to choose it?” she proposed after a moment.

“do you trust me to name your most precious plant?” she inquired, surprised.

“the philodendron is important to me, but my most precious plant was victoria, whom you already killed, so i don't think you will do worse harm.” she bowed her head dejectedly.

"sorry about that." her countenance changed to a kinder one as she remembered that event. “boo.” she thought out loud, laughing tenderly.

“like seungkwan?” she frowned uncomprehendingly.

"no, idiot." she denied. “like boo-chan from crayon shinchan.” she informed her. “you like plants and i like silly cartoons.”

“and then you make fun of me.” serim murmured in disbelief. “okay, we'll call it boo.” she walked to stand next to her again. “and that one?” she pointed to what she had just gifted her.

"what is it?"

“a haworthia.” karina looked at her with complete misunderstanding on her face. “a succulent.” she said again.

“that doesn't work.” she stayed silent making up names. “tell me a character you like in a musical.”

"me?" jang pointed to herself.

“no, the philodendron.” she replied wryly.

"alright." she gently hit the dancer on her shoulder. "dr. frank-n-furter.”

"who is that?" she expressed bewildered.

“rocky horror show?” no reaction. “remind me that i have to sit you down and teach you about musicals.”

“i would never spend more than half an hour with you voluntarily.” she rejected her. "so," she returned to the plant. “franky.” she announced.

“franky.” the vocalist repeated. “so, this is you accepting it?”

“my parents raised me well and taught me not to refuse a gift.” she took the mentioned object in her hands.

“don't put it so exposed to the sun and let the soil dry out between waterings.” she indicated. “if you start seeing brown colors just call me.” the girl finished, beginning to walk towards the hallway.

“i said i would accept it, not that i would actually take care of it.” karina contradicted the oldest, but no one answered. “namu?” she called her.

“you called me namu again!” serim stressed from her room.

[mxqdii]

WHERE IS PART THREE

IM LITTERALY DYING TI READ WHAT HAPPENS NEXTTTTTTY

also I have a request

so reader is dating Sam or Colby (you pick❤️). Reader is alone at a haunted location with just Sam or just Colby (does this make sense?) say it was Sam, they are just the two of them and say there were trespassers and they were threatening the two and reader has a panic attack and Sam defend them (Sam or Colby) and calm reader down on the way home.

is that doable?

when part three comes can you tag my other acc

@anythingsamandcolby

take my breath away - c.b

pairings: colby brock x reader

summary: a day with the boys doesn't go as expected

warning(s): panic attacks, mention of ghosts (??) idk.

a/n: so i see u said just the two of them, but i only realized after i finished writing it... i'm sorry! i hope this is still okay 😭

not proofread

"are you guys sure this is a good idea?" i say as me, sam and colby enter the gate

"too late now! unlocking that gate took forever" sam says, walking ahead

"we're all gonna die" i mumble sarcastically, scoffing at the boys skipping together joyfully

we decided not to vlog this one, since, well..

we're trespassing.

it's okay though! atleast that's what the boys told me (and what i'm telling myself)

"hey, you okay?" colby, my boyfriend, asks.

"yeah i'm fine, just worried about being shot by a police officer" i say, giving him a look

"calm down, we'll be fine!" he speaks over confidently

"whatever you say" i groan

"woah! guys this place is so cool, let's use the spirit box here" sam yells from ahead, taking off his backpack and grabbing the box

we all listen, hearing a few random meaningless words, until...

my phone starts buzzing, which makes us all jump

"sorry, my alarm- it's midnight if anyone cares" i say, signaling for us to get out of here

"leave" the spirit box says

"yes please- wait was that the box?" i mumble

"trespassing" the box says

"run"

"guys i don't like this.." i mumble, reaching over to grab colby, looking over realizing he's nowhere to be found

"g-guys?" i say, realizing i've been left alone with only the spirit box

"guys this isn't funny. you got me okay? i'm scared." i yell into the distance, hoping to be met with colby's voice or sams laughter

but i don't hear that, instead something worse

the bushes besides me start rustling, and i feel tears brim my eyes

"h-hello?" i almost whisper

this is too much. i wanna go home.

my legs start moving before i can think and i run back to the car, hoping to find sam and colby there, but no.

i realize, i don't have the keys, leaving me in the dark parking lot surrounded by woods, alone.

okay, it's fine, i'm fine, i'll call them.

NO SERVICE

this is when i start freaking out, because what am i supposed to do now??

the only thing i can think to do, cry.

i let myself lean against the locked car door, eventually curling into a ball on the floor

i'm currently a sobbing mess at midnight, alone and cold.

the more i'm sat here with my thoughts, the harder it gets to breathe, causing me to panic.

i try to calm my breathing but can't, colby always helped me with panic attacks, i need colby.

i don't know how much time passed, but eventually, i felt hands on my shoulders and looked up to see colby

thank god.

"colby-" i try to say more but the words get caught in my throat

"shh, baby it's okay. breathe for me okay?" he says

he sits down to my level, pulling me into his lap

"i'm so sorry. we thought it'd be funny to hide but we got lost, i'm so sorry baby that wasn't funny, i know." he hushes my cries, helping me with my breathing along the way

his hands stroking my hair and his smooth rhythm of breaths calm me down,.

(even though his heart is racing)

i snap out of my panic, looking up at him.

i shove my fist into his chest, not hard enough to hurt bad

(as if you could)

"ow!" he says, almost out of instict

"never do that again" i huff

"never again." he repeats back to me, kissing my forehead.

TAGLIST:

@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @its-jennarose @thetriplets3 @anythingsamandcolby

[lifeinniceisnice]

My manifesting success stories

Alright, seeing how you guys seem interested, have some sucess stories regarding my manifesting.

Divider because this post is lengthy af, so you may wanna take some time to read the entire thing

First success story, first time on the track:

To start off, as you guys know, i am planning to shift to a DR where i'm a F1 driver (I had that plan since April of 2023 i think), and i know i would always make sure whever i drive in a simulator that it's as realistic as possible (Yup, sim racing is one of my active hobbies), and i would drive F1 cars or any other single seaters the most. But back to topic since you guys are here for the loa stuff. While racing, i'd often manifest and tell myself: "I will be in that seat", "This will be my POV", etc. and i would also mainly do that while driving karts. And then, a few days ago, i ended up going out of town, and when Sunday came, i was finally in that kart seat. I had the helmet on for real. I was there. It was so fun, i enjoyed it a lot, and while i was driving a kart in 3D, i was also driving F1 in 4D, just because i can do what i want in 4D. Not to mention how driving in a simulator also helped me a lot with driving irl, so i guess i also manifested my driving style.

Second success story, becoming eye catching:

Yesterday was a day that would help me battle my insecurity. I remember genuinely hating how i looked, and how i would refuse to go out because i knew i looked like a joke. Not to mention how i was also trapped in a toxic friendship where i was even forced to stay up past how much i could handle, but i digress. May was a turning point for me, as i managed to get out of that toxic friendship, but i was in a pretty low point. Anyways, late June was when i realized: "Damn, i really let myself go", and decided to start getting back on track, and i even have plans to go to the gym this fall. At the time of this post, it's been 19 days since i started training, and while i was doing so, i was repeating affirmations about me being attractive and how i would be noticed by girls. And yesterday, i went out for a lengthy walk to kill a hour or two, and i did get noticed by 2-3 girls, and surprisingly, one of them even looked like a s/o from my DR (I don't feel like sharing who's my s/o yet, even though two of my friends online know who it is, sorry). And the night i came back home, i continued the affirmations, and i'm hoping they will work.

I hope these experiences of mine help you with encouragement, and reassure you that it IS possible if you intend it. Now you better manifest some of your wishes, and remember: They CAN, and they WILL come true.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️ (i dont know if you've already done it due to being offline for a few days, apologies if so! <3)

hi!!! i think this ask was floating around a few weeks ago so some of these are repeats, but i guess extra boosts don't hurt 😅 i hope you're doing well!! sorry for the late response skdjfksd

➼ "get me a damned matcha" - longfic, college x coffeeshop x modern!au

Yes, I just HAD to include this one! It's my baby and one of the few things I've made that I'm actually proud of, even if it's just for the fact that I've actually finished it lmao. I think it's been long enough since I've finished it that I might reread it myself since it is uh, quite self-indulgent and is definitely comforting for me 😅

➼ Needy Little Brat - Post-War!Dadvi

Just a drabble, but I think Levi chasing after his toddler is adorable so I'm including it

➼ Don't Leave Me - Canonverse Angst

Y'know, sometimes you wake up and choose violence, and I chose to write an angst piece that had some people curse me out because they were too sad at the end LMAO

➼ Your Safe Space - Hurt/Comfort

I struggle with emotion regulation because I'm either overcontrolled and stoic one minute and then absolutely off-the-rails and getting triggered by everything the next (thanks mental illness). Anyway, I wrote a piece on it where Levi gives you a safe space to let your emotions out and it's a comfort fic for me

➼ Your Worth - Canonverse Hurt/Comfort

I feel like a lot of us need this!!! I struggle a lot with feeling like I don't have a niche talent or like, am not the one to go to for knowledge/help on certain things. Whatever I think I'm good at, there's always someone better, and I'm always chasing this goal of proficiency that I never seem to be able to reach. So I wrote Levi helping you process through that and realize your own worth independent of external validation 🥺

[the-muppet-joker]

I must admit, though shamefully, that I didn't believe you at first. What an ignorant heretic I was. How silly, I thought, that the second first man born unto God would choose such a humble place to spread his sermons. I've been so jaded in this awful life that I've rejected the one true light twinkling out past the darkness. This all-consuming black hole inside me...((Like a muppet hole)) No, no, no, no not like -((Are you so dissimilar to a toy? A muppet with a hollow inside where his creator's hand fits? I'm puppeting you right now and I'm telling you dude - there is a whole lot of empty in here.)) Why do I feel so ashamed? These thoughts are horrible.

((You know what's happening. You're just in denial.))

I remember the first time I saw the Muppets like I remember the first time my father hugged me (9). It shocked me to my core and I had this indescribable feeling- a feeling I can now put words to; This show was going to change the course of my life. I watched in awe as the be-felted people sung and danced. The songs felt like gospel in my young mind. I even tolerated the female Muppets because they were funny. All except one it turns out. Kermit was performing on stage and my life was reaching a peek. My soul was ablaze and my hole was being filled. And then this PIG walks on stage. Ms. Piggy was the definition of a 10/10 femoid in the looks department. Then this bimbo pig walks right up to Kermie and starts flirting with him. I think I must have blacked out the second she open her shrill mouth because the next thing I remember I'm staring down at my bloodied hands. The TV laid in a parking heap on the living room floor. I thought I could hear something coming from the TV, a whisper beneath the sparking and the now growing fire...muppet hole. The TV was undeniably glitching out and repeating the words muppet hole. No, it wasn't just the TV, it was a particular voice. Kermit.

((You saved Kermit from Ms. piggy)) No I didn't. I broke down, caused property damage, and had to skip summer camp for therapy. ((You were chosen)) For what? Almost burning down my house. Half of my hometown thinks I'm an arsonist. ((It is your role to burn every trace of pig flesh. Like a hog on a spit, rotating before the eyes of hungry horrors that lay just outside the fire's haze. She will know what it means to sacrifice your flesh to a smiling God)) Ok I understand.

Last night, laying in a puddle of congealing orange Faygo (huge bender), this memory came rushing back to me. I asked myself if my hole was filled. I checked and couldn't tell. After cleaning up I tried asking God if my hole was filled. He told me the answers I seek lay within my own mind. As a Maid of Mind I can dive really deep into my own mind. I used my ascended god tier powers to travel to the farthest recesses of my subconscious and find the answer for myself.

The further I descended the darker everything became.I panicked and tried to escape but hit a wall. Oh God, is this how I die? Trapped within my own mind, forced to suffer my sick, evil thoughts until my physical body perished? ((Keep moving)) I suddenly felt completely calm. I turned and kept walking. I soon realized that I was in a hallway. I could see a figure emerge in a sudden flash of light and I ran towards it for what felt like millennia. This invader of the mind had a dominant stance, with arms straight out to the sides as if to say ((come at me bro)).

Suddenly I was face to face with. Oh. ((Now do you understand?)) I do. Before me stood God, ie Dirk Strider. (If you're a monotheist Homestuck kin I'm sorry for the exclusionary language as Homestuck *can be read as a monotheistic work. I am just trying to express my religious views so my interpretation of the scripture is limited to my own experience. Sorry (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•). God fist bumped me like a real bro and popped open a fresh bottle of orange Faygo to wash my feet with.

I can't write out the feet washing scene because I have a foot fetish. Let's just say it was very enjoyable for both of us although I don't think it was sexual for him. Was hard to tell through God's trademark dark sunglasses.

((You are my son, my child, my blood. Skin and bone but just as precious as the hand-sewn Smuppets. I have built from the clay just as my maker has built me from mud. We are Earth, we are space, we are transcending the roots. Together we will seed the universe and live out our Godhood.)).

How will we seed the universe?

((We must destroy Ms.Piggy so she can't hold Kermit down with her dumb feminine ways. Every snort from her is like a vast oink that pulls the threads of the universe apart farther, and farther. She is a force of chaos and having her so close to Kermit is limiting his potential to ascend. Kermit is one of my splinter selves and if he can't ascend I might lose narrative relevance altogether))

WELL THEN HOW DO I HELP YOU! PLEASE LET ME HELP YOU REACH YOUR TRUE POTENTIAL BY BRINGING DOWN THIS HOG. But I have one concern? How do I do it? My abilities aren't primarily combat based. How can I bring down nigh infinite incarnations of this foul swine?

((Muppet hole))

I woke up(?) in a puddle of sweat building over the now fully congealed Faygo puddle. I felt a purpose in my limbs as they moved easily like the wooden arms of a marionette. I felt full, fulfilled. I have found my purpose and my master. I HAVE FOUND SALVATION.

I've spent the past week going to every store on the bus route, 1 by 1, and defacing any evidence of Ms.Piggy. I cross out her name in big black sharpie and write religious seals on the pages of the magazines. I steal the dolls, replace the heads with different heads, and put them back. I even go to the grocery stores and cross out all the ham/pork labels on the meats. I've been replacing them with labeled that say things like "smile at your true god" and simply "flesh".

I do this all in the service of a god that is now crystalizing in my mind. And the sharper the image gets the closer it looks like Kermit's crusty hole. Amen.

Finally someone fucking understands

[vivian-pascal]

Rainy days ║chapter 2 ║

skies under the stars.

dbf!joel x f!reader

summary: When Joel invites you and your dad to come on a vacation with him and Sarah to a beach house for a couple days, you thought it would be relaxing and you wouldn't see Joel that much, well, let's just say, you two get a little too close for comfort.

warnings: sexual tension, mention of period products, unspecified age gap, description of readers clothes and swimsuit, f!masturbation, use of toy, praising.

Its been two weeks. Two weeks since he had called you out on fucking yourself in his home. Two weeks since he had kissed just under your earlobe and made you stand all alone in your driveway flustered. Two weeks since you last saw him.

You sit on your bed trying to finish a collage assignment they had given you before you left but his words keep repeating over and over again in your head. It's like you can't escape him. His hands on your skin, his soft lips on your neck. "Fuck this." You slam your hands down on your keyboard and shut your laptop.

You hear a faint knock on your door and sit up straight. "Yes?" You ask quietly. The door opens and it's just your dad. "Hey hon, heard some noise in here, you alright?" He sits down on the bed next to you and pats your leg. "Yeah, sorry just this assignment I have to complete and i'm really stressed about it." You weren't.

"Well, how about we go on a little vacation? I know you seem to be a little stressed this past week and I think you could use a break." He says sweetly. You do think you could use a break, all the pent up emotions from Joel and stress about college, it could do you some good to get away for a bit.

"Sure! Where would we go?" He moves closer to you and sets the laptop further away. "Well, Joel invited us to come with him and Sarah to a beach, he rented a beach house and said it would be a lot of fun. Whatcha think?"

Your brain seems to stop. Joel? A beach? Oh god. You can't even begin to think what your feeling right now. "Honey?" your dad interrupts your thoughts with a soft pat to your hand.

"Oh, uhm, sure." You smile awkwardly and give him a nod. "Great!" Your dad says with a smile. "I'll give him a call." And with that, he leaves the room and closes the door.

"Shit." You run your hands through your hair and lay back staring up at the ceiling. The fuck am i getting myself into?

The next morning you begin to pack your things. When you look in the top drawer of your bedside table, you find something. A vibrator. You look at your bag and then to the little pink toy in your hand. You stare at it for a moment. Fuck it. You put it in your toiletries bag and zip it up.

You walk over to your closet and pick out a swimsuit, you stuff it in your bag, not realizing what kind you grabbed of course, and head into your bathroom.

You grab your toothbrush and some toothpaste along with pads and some tampons, just in case.

You walk back into your room and rummage through your clothes. You pack some leggings, a sweater, an over sized shirt and some shorts. Before heading downstairs, you make sure to grab some underwear and socks.

Once downstairs, you put your bag next to the front door and begin to make breakfast. You decide on a fresh fruit salad to begin the morning with. You chop some strawberries up along with some grapes and put them in a bowl. You also add some banana and apples.

"Morning sunshine." Your dad says as he makes his way downstairs with a backpack. "Morning." He puts his bag next to yours and heads into the kitchen. "You excited?" He asks smiling. Sure, you could use the break and it could be fun but you're not sure how cold the ocean is. The winters in Austin weren't that cold, but the ocean certainly was.

"Yep, how long's the drive?" You ask while eating another spoonful of your salad. "Oh I assume about three hours. Not too long." Your dad begins to make his morning coffee and puts it in his 'to go' mug.

Once your done eating, you walk over to the sink and put your bowl down. Then you walk to the front door and grab your bags.

"I'm just gonna put these bags in the back." You say carrying the bags out while opening the front door. "Oh, no, wait a second."Your dad comes out and checks his phone. "Joel's gonna pick us up, we're goin' with him." What.

Just as your about to reply, you hear a car begin to pull up behind you. When you turn around, you can see Joel and Sarah in the truck.

Sarah gets out of the car and begins to run straight towards you. She crashes into you with a massive hug. "Hey!! I missed you so much, this trip is going to be amazing!!" She squeals in excitement. You bring her in for another hug as you both giggle.

You see Joel from the corner of your eye but make no notice at going over to him. Sarah grabs your arm and begins to drag you to the truck. "Cmon, we can sit in the back while our boring dads sit in the front." You both chuckle and begin to get in.

Joel and your dad get the bags and throw them in the back. Your dad gets in the passenger side while Joel gets in the drivers. You both quickly make eye contact through the mirror before you go back to talking with Sarah. Joel starts the engine and begins to drive.

About an hour into the trip, Joel makes a pit stop at a corner store and all of you head in. You follow Sarah towards the bathrooms while your dad and Joel make way for the snacks and beers.

"Oh shit." You look towards what Sarah is talking about and see a big sign on the womens bathroom. "Looks like the womens are closed, we're gonna have to use the family bathroom, together." She trails off the end of her sentence with a smirk. You both burst out laughing and continue to giggle.

"Good one Sarah, i mean, i wouldn't mind but i'll wait out here f'ya." She gives you a shrug and heads in. "Suit yourself." You chuckle at her remark as you get your phone from your pocket.

You're too invested in whatever video you were watching to notice that someone had come up right next to you. As soon as you smelled that musky cologne and woody scent, you knew exactly who it was. Joel miller.

You look up at him and he gives you a sly smirk. You look back down at your phone and try not to seem so nervous. It wasn't that big of a deal that the first day you were back he caught you fucking yourself right?

"Haven't heard from ya in a while." You breath in deeply. "How've ya been darlin'." Damn that pet name. You didn't think you would miss it as much as you did. You've just got here and now your yearning for a man's touch you can't have.

"I'm okay." You say keeping your eyes glued to your phone. He chuckles then leans in closer. He's so close you can physically feel the heat radiating off of him. Just as he's about to say something, the bathroom door opens and he backs off quickly.

"Hey, it's all yours if you need to use it. Hi dad." Sarah looks at her dad and gives him a smile. "No, it's okay, I think i'm good." You give her a nod and walk with her to your dad. You look back at Joel and catch him looking at you. This is going to be a long trip.

After three hours of driving, you arrive at the beach house. When you look out the window and see the house, your mouth drops in shock. The house is absolutely gorgeous. It has a giant balcony and two sets of stairs leading to the front door and the side door.

Joel parks the truck and you all get out. He walks towards the back and just barely skims your arm, making you shiver all over.

"Alright, i'll grab your bags, you girls head in and explore." Your dad gives a reassuring smile as you and Sarah walk up the stairs and into the house. You walk around for a little bit and both squeal in excitement when you see that it has a giant pool in the back with a hot tub and a barbecue.

When you walk upstairs, you easily claim the first room. It overlooks the backyard and Sarah's room is right across from yours. When you guys walk downstairs, Joel and your dad had brought your bags in and set them in the kitchen. You walk to grab yours and head back upstairs.

You could hear your dad and Joel talking as they went and sat on the couch while you and Sarah unpacked in your rooms. You opened the zipper and pulled the first thing out. It was your swimsuit. Your mouth dropped in horror since you didn't realize you'd grabbed this suit.

It was a small bikini, a skimpy little thing. The top had two small strings attached to two tiny triangles leaving much to imagination. When you held the bottoms up, you sighed in disbelief. It had the smallest piece of fabric with no back, just strings.

"Holy fuck." You looked at it once more than threw it across the room. It's not that you didn't like the suit, it's just you had worn that on your very last day at home before college at your family cook-out, and so many men tried to hit you up because they just wanted a quick fuck, you got sick of it.

You remind yourself that you need to buy a new swimsuit whilst you're here and you go back to unpacking. You throw all your clothes in the top drawer of your dresser and put your little pink toy in the first drawer of your night stand.

You get changed into an oversized shirt and some boy shorts and head downstairs. Sarah and her dad are sat on the couch watching tv and you could see Joel staring at you. "Hey, do you wanna come watch tv with us?" Sarah looked over at you, hoping you'd join them. You assumed your dad had already gone to bed and walked into the kitchen.

"Sorry Sarah, i'm really tired and could use some sleep, it's been a long day." You gave her a frown and grabbed a glass from the cabinet and began to fill it. "Boring." Sarah rolled her eyes and slumped back down.

"I think i'm gonna head up too, maybe we all should go, c'mon Sarah." Joel turned the tv off and grabbed onto Sarah's arm. "It's only like 11, it's so early." Joel rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen, downing the rest of his whiskey and putting the empty glass next to the sink.

"C'mon now, get to bed, i ain't gonna wrestle you t'sleep." Sarah giggled as she ran upstairs, in hopes to get away from her dad. You grabbed your glass and began to head up with him. As you turned into your room, you looked back at Joel and gave him a subtle smile. He gave you a nod and headed to his room.

You walked in and shut the door. You put the glass on top of your dresser and walked over to your bed. You got in and turned the light off. You were wide awake. You tossed and turned and listened to the crickets outside and the whistling of the trees. This all felt too familiar. Fuck this.

You reached over and opened your bedside drawer. You pulled the vibrator out and layed back. You trailed it down your body and into your shorts. You made sure to have it on the lowest setting, as to make sure it didn't make that much noise.

Once it was on, you groaned as it made contact with your clit. You reached under your shirt and began to toy with your nipples. You moaned quietly as you turned it on at a higher speed. The motion and the speed was just right as you squirmed at the feeling. You bit your lip as you reached up to hold onto the headboard as you began to grind against the toy.

You felt your orgasm begin and covered your mouth at the feeling. You close your eyes as you move the toy up and down your clit. You bite your lip as your orgasm is right there and your about to come-

"Oh fuck- shit, Joel, I-" The door opened. It was Joel. He stood in the doorway, bare chested, just in his boxers. He walked into the room and shut the door. "I'm sorry Joel i didn't think-" He walked over to you and sat on the bed.

It was quiet. The soft humming of the vibrator and the low whistles of your breaths. He shook his head and chuckled. You quickly turned the vibrator off and looked at him confused. "Well well darlin;." He looks over at you with a grin. "That's the second time, ain't it sugar?" He slowly begins to crawl over you and you lie back.

He's just mere inches from your face as he brings his hand up to your ear and tucks a hair away. "Need a little help there sweetheart?" He looked down at your hand that held the little pink toy and you nodded in desperation. What the fuck is about to happen?

"You have some goddamn manners, dontcha baby?" Those pets names are making you spiral out of control. You groan as he begins to grab the toy from your hand and move it to his face. He breaths in and moans at your smell.

He kicks the blankets from your body and moves to lie on his side. "Now i'm only here t'help ya darlin', so no touchin or kissin, ya hear me?" "Yes" You say with a shaky breath. "Good."

He moves the toy back between your legs and into your shorts. He turns it on the lowest setting and watches your reaction. You quietly moan at the feeling. "Be quiet, f'i hear any noise from ya, i'm leavin." He whispers into your ear as he drags the toy down to your weeping pussy and back to your clit.

He turns it on the second highest setting and you grab onto his arm. "Joel-" You know you shouldn't be touching him but you just can't help yourself. "There ya go darlin', doin so well." He toys one of his fingers at your entrance and pushes in. You whine as he curls his finger upwards. He then adds a second finger and you have to stop yourself from screaming.

His fingers feel so good inside of you, they're so big and they hit every angle just right. His fingers begin to move even faster and your mouth opens in a silent plea. "So fuckin tight baby." He turns the vibrator on the highest setting and moves his fingers faster.

You feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten once more and you bury your head into his chest. He speeds up his movements and within seconds you're coming. You silently scream into his chest as your orgasm washes over you, "Good girl, good fuckin girl." He whispers against your hair as he slows his movement.

He removes his fingers and you groan at the loss. You watch as he slowly inserts his fingers into his mouth and sucks. He closes his eyes as he tastes you. He pulls his fingers out and sets his hand on the bed. "So sweet." He looks down at you and grins.

You could easily see the bulge in his boxers so you reach out to grab onto him. He closes his eyes and groans at your touch. "Now now sugar, I said no touchin." He takes your hand off of him and begins to get up. He gets to the door and grabs onto the door knob. "Hey Joel?" He looks at you. "Thanks." He looks down at the floor then to the handle. "This won't happen again, was just helpin"

He opens the door as quietly as he can then leaves.

Oh my god.

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John Stones Imagine

Author’s note: This is a request from Wattpad, and I thinkt here isn't much to say about it. The header basically is the best summary I could give you😅 Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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“The doctor will be here in a minute” the nurse smiles before leaving the room.

“John…” I say, reaching for his hand. “John, is happening.”

“It is, love" he says, sitting in bed next to me.

“Aren't you scared? Because I'm shitting myself. Wait, what if I actually shit myself while pushing? Oh my God, John. John!”

“Ouch!” he complains when I squeeze his hand. “That hurt!”

“That's nothing compared to what I'm feeling right… fuck!”

“Deep breaths, love. Deep breaths” he says, helping me go through another contraction.

“You men should get to experience this pain” I say when I'm able to speak again. “It would make you stop rolling on the pitch like idiots when someone touches you.”

“I don't do that.”

“Ha!” 

“I don't” he repeats. “And more than scared, I'm nervous. And anxious. Rúben always says I can barely take care of myself, and now I'm gonna have to take care of a little human being… my little human being, for the next what, 18 years? And I'm gonna have to make sure they have everything they may need, and that they grow up happy and safe, that they become a nice person, teach them between right and wrong… Do people realize how crazy being a parent is? The pressure?”

“Rúben” I snort. “He should be worrying about himself and what he does during the summer and leave you alone.”

“True” he chuckles. “But still…”

“John, you are gonna be an amazing dad. It will be tough, the toughest thing we will probably ever do. But I know we can do it. You and I can… fuck.”

“Oh, we definitely can do that, can't we? We wouldn't be here if we… Bloody hell! Was that necessary?” 

“You were being an idiot while I was having a contraction. Feeling like you were about to lose your hand was necessary, yes.”

“You are so scary when you get angry… Still love you, tho” he smiles, caressing my hair with his free hand.

“I would love you a lot more if you stopped being an idiot while I'm being tortured by your spawn.”

“So rude, love” he laughs, the sound making me relax a bit. 

“John… Everything is gonna be ok, isn't it? Like, now. With the baby and me and…”

“Everything is gonna be ok” he says, kissing my forehead. “You are the strongest woman I know. Look at the state of my poor hand!” he chuckles, making me roll my eyes. “I'm being serious, love. You are so strong… And you can do this. You will do this. And if at any moment you feel like you can't and you want to give up, I'll be next to you giving you all the strength I have even if it is nowhere near the one you have.” 

“Promise you won't faint?”

“I promise” he smiles while caressing my hair again, helping me relax a tiny bit more. “I promise I'll be there for you, love. Now and always, through good and through bad, in sickness and in health.”

“Are you repeating me our wedding vows before I give birth?” I chuckle.

“Sometimes it's worth reminding them” he shrugs.

“I love you, John.”

“I love you too” he says, wiping away the tear that is rolling down my cheek. 

“The doctor is here” the nurse announces when she walks back in the room, bringing us back to reality. That, and another contraction that hurts like hell.

“Ok, let's see how far we are” the doctor says, giving me a quick smile before checking me. “Umm…”

“Everything ok?” I ask him. “I was just having a contraction and…”

“Everything ok. It's time to push” he says, looking at me again and then at John. “Oh! I know you!”

“I… Ummm… You do?” John says with a confused look.

“Of course I do!” the doctor chuckles. “You are John Stones! He is John Stones!” he says, pointing at him and turning to look at the nurse, who as a reply just shrugs her shoulders. “I can't believe I'm about to deliver John Stones’ baby!”

“Actually, I am the one in labour and doing all the work, not him” I say.

“Yes, sorry. But you wouldn't be here if it wasn't because of him, would you?” the doctor chuckles. 

“Oh, I am very aware of that” I reply. 

“You know, I actually was at the game where you announced that you were going to be a father. It was with the national team, wasn't it?”

“It was, yes” John smiles.

“What a goal Jude scored that day, uh? So good. I still get goosebumps, look.”

“Good for you, doctor. But can you…”

“And that save from Pickford?” he continues, completely ignoring me and only managing to make me more nervous. 

“That was nuts” John chuckles. 

“Well, he is nuts” the doctor says, both of them laughing.

“Can we please leave the fanboying over fucking Jordan Pickford for later and pay attention to me? The woman who is feeling like everything inside her is being torn apart and who will actually go nuts if she doesn't get her baby out of her?” I yell.

“Yes, of course” the doctor apologises. “I'm gonna go get ready.”

“Thank you” I say, feeling another contraction coming.

“Are you ready, love?” John says, kissing my forehead.

“To kick his head while pushing? Definitely.”

“What?”

“You better hold my leg while I'm pushing, John. Because I swear to God, if he starts talking about football again, I'm going to kick his head and score a goal Jude only has dreamt of.”

“C'mon, love. Don't be mean. He was just a bit starstrucked” he chuckles.

“A bit? A bit?” I laugh. “He's about to bring a human being to the world but is more interested in you than me, the person he needs to help. So keep an eye on my leg, John. You know the left one is my good one.”

“You are being serious, aren't you?”

“Deadly” I say, giving him a murderous look before focusing on surviving another contraction.

This doctor isn't the one who has been keeping an eye on my pregnancy and who should be here today. He had a really bad fall from his bike on his way to work, and is still recovering. He said this doctor was one of the best, that I was in good hands. But I'm not so sure anymore.

“It's gonna be ok, love” John says while back to caressing my hair. “I'm here for you.”

“Will you tell him off if he doesn't focus on his job?”

“I will. I'll channel my inner Pickford.”

“Ok” I laugh. Or try to.

“Ok, let's do this. Ready, Stones?” the doctor says when he joins us again, looking only at John.

“I think you should be asking her that, not me” he says while putting his hand on my knee, his thumb making circles on my skin to try to make me relax a bit.

“Of course, of course” he chuckles. “It's just that I can't believe it is you. John Stones. I am a big Manchester City fan, you know? I've been since I was a little kid and…”

“And we don't fucking care!” I yell, John's grip on my knee tightening. “Focus on your fucking job and deliver this baby!”

“Yes, sorry, umm…” the doctor apologises again. “On the next contraction we push, ok?”

“Ok” I nod. Or growl. 

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“Everything is perfect. I'll come back later to check on you both again” the doctor says.

“Thank you” I reply, caressing the cheek of my baby. Well, our baby. Because it's like I've given birth to a mini version of John. “And I'm sorry about the way I yell at you, doctor.”

“Oh, don't worry. I've been called and heard worse, trust me” he chuckles. “I am the one who should be apologising, tho. I was very unprofessional on my part to be fanboying about your partner like you said instead of focusing on doing my job.”

“It's ok, doctor. It's hard not to fall for John's charm. I know it better than anyone” I smile, looking at him.

“Yep” he smiles back, kissing my temple. He hasn't left my side yet.

“I'll leave you alone so you can soak in these first moments with your baby. You will miss them, trust me” the doctor says. “And congratulations.”

“Thank you” both John and I say. “But doctor…” I say. 

“Yes?”

“When you come back later to check on me and the baby… Would you like to take a photo with John? I know he would not mind.”

“It'll actually be my pleasure” John smiles. “Thanks to you I am a dad, and both mum and baby are healthy and doing well.”

“Oh… Umm… Thank you” the doctor says. “Without a photo my wife would definitely not believe me. She would probably say I got you mixed up with someone else.”

“Then it's settled” I smile. “Thank you for everything, doctor. And sorry about almost kicking you.”

“That actually was a first” he laughs. “But you share your life with a football player, it isn't that weird. Your baby may end up being a Manchester City star too.”

“Or Manchester United” John sighs.

“What?” the doctor says with a confused look.

“She supports United.”

“Because I have good taste” I smile.

“Meh, meh, meh” he replies, sticking out his tongue and making me giggle and forget for a moment about how sore I am, or that the doctor is watching us be two idiots in love. In that moment, it's just me, John and our baby. Our little family. 

“My wife also supports United, I know the feeling” the doctor laughs. “Anyway, I better go. And once again, congratulations.”

“Thank you” I smile.

“I told you were going to do it, didn't I?” John says once the doctor is gone. 

“Uh?”

“This. Bringing this little angel to the world. I told you you would do it, and you did. I am so proud of you, love. You can't even imagine.”

“Oh, John” I say, now being the one who wipes a tear from his cheek.

“I love you so much. You and this tiny little thing who looks exactly like you” he says, kissing the baby's forehead.

“What?” I chuckle. “I basically gave birth to your twin, John.”

“What? Nah…”

“I did. We'll ask our mums, I can hear them in the corridor.”

“They'll probably agree with me.”

“They will agree with me” I insist.

“We shall see” he says with a teasing smile before his mum and mine storm into the room carrying bouquets of flowers, balloons, teddy bears and basically everything they were able to find in the gift shop. “I love you” John whispers in my ear. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

“I love you too” I whisper back, resting my head on his shoulder while we watch our mums swoon over the baby. Our baby. 

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The Captains Daughter -Chapter 3-

A/N Sorry for the longer wait!!! chapters 4 and 5 are ready to go and will be out this week/weekend as well!! hope yall are doing great and enjoy this chapter! its a bit of a slow one, the next few are too but I promise it will get better!!

@abbiesxox

Word count: 1.1k

Reader pov:

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*Beep beep*

4:45 AM, your alarm was blaring. You let out an ungodly noise as you stretched your still sleeping muscles, reaching over to shut it off. Breakfast started in 15 mins, reporting was mandatory. You used the restroom, brushed your teeth, washed your face with your standard issue bar of soap, which to be honest, didn't do much for skincare. It was more for sterilization than anything.

You combed your hair back into a low ponytail. Luckily the uniform regulations were much more relaxed here than your old base. Your hair only needed to be tied back in some form if it was past chin length, instead of the required sleek low bun most other military organizations required.

Putting on your uniform and double knotting your shoes, you opened your door and began walking to the mess. Almost running face first into a man with a mustache. You looked up to apologize and realized it was your father.

"Watch where you're going fatass," You joked. (A/N- please tell me yall got the mean girls reference.)

Your dad laughed, your footsteps fell in sync and the two of you walked to breakfast together.

"How was your first day of training with your Lieutenant?"

"I don't think I'm up to his standards," you confessed. Remembering Ghost's disapointment with you the day before

"Ah yeah, Ghost is tough to please. Don’t stress about it kid, if he’s mean to you it usually means he likes you,” He winked.

You rolled your eyes, “he doesn’t even think I belong here, he kicked my ass when we sparred.”

“Ghost is a great soldier, he’s incredibly strong and has seen a lot of hand to hand combat. He can be blunt, but it’s cause he wants to make you better, not boost your confidence,” your dad tries reassuring you.

“Thank you dad, but something tells me him and I won’t get along too well," your opinion unchanged.

He sighs, the two you enter the mess hall and fall into line.

"Speak of the devil," your dad says, lightly elbowing you.

you turned around to see Ghost and Soap had gotten in line behind you.

"Captain!" Soap exclaimed, with just a tad too much energy for 5 in the morning."

You looked up at him and grinned. He had shaved his face, which appeared to have shaved a decade off of his life.

"MacTavish!" Your father clapped him on the back. "You don't look a day over twelve," he teased.

The four of you laughed, the first time you've seen your lieutenant do anything of the sort.

Ghost caught your quizzical expression and quickly stopped, expression reducing to the same stone faced soldier you were growing familiar with.

"Ghost?" Soap wondered why he stopped laughing.

Soaps gaze switched from him to you.

"Oh," was all that came out of his mouth

You were confused, why wouldn't Ghost laugh around you?

Why did soap seem to instantly know why?

Ghost pov:

I was not about to let Y/N see my "human" side, maybe once she proves she can handle herself. I think as I fork bacon onto my tray.

I dared to steal a glance at her, she was back to talking and laughing with Soap and Price. It is odd seeing someone act so informal around him. I know he is her father and all, but everyone else acts so reverent towards him.

I am due to continue her training at 4:00 this afternoon. Dread fills my veins. I hate the thought of being in charge of the training that is designed to save someones life. What if I fail to teach her something that she needs in a dire situation? What if I am too soft on her and she remains weaker than her opponents.

No, that won't happen.

You will be hard on her, you will show no remorse, you won't feel bad. She is not your friend, she is your sergeant. I repeat this to myself in my head as we gather our trays and walk to the table. I ate in silence, paying little attention to the conversation. Gaz and Alejandro had joined us at this point. I stared down at the plate in front of me. The bacon here is nasty.

I wanted to leave. I hated it with Y/N here.

Its not that I don't like her, well actually maybe that is partially why.

But, when I look at her, its like seeing a child. Something that needs to be looked after, someone with a lot to learn, someone who isn't ready to face the world.

I stood up to leave without a word. I head towards the gym to get in a quick lift before the morning briefing.

"Simon!"

Soap had followed me

"Fucking hell" I said under my breath.

"You cant be a jackass to her forever," Johnny said, jogging to catch up with me.

"Until I can safely befriend her without having to worry about having to identify her body a week later I will be," I huffed.

"Simon, I know it hit you like a truck when Henry Jones, and Bill Anderson died, I know how you get when you hear about the death of anyone," he tried to reason.

"I know you always think it's your fault when something goes wrong. I know you want to protect everyone, and I know you don't mean to be an asshole." I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

"But not everyone else knows that," he continued. "Your colleagues are afraid of you. They think you're heartless. I know you aren't, the rest of the squad knows you aren't, well except Y/N.

Him and I walked the rest of the way in silence. I contemplated his words.

Your colleagues are afraid of you

"I don't want her to be afraid."

"Hm?" Soap turned his head

"Y/N, I don't want her to be afraid of me," I confirmed

"The mask sure isn't helping," Soap joked to break the tension. "Actually, keep it on- whats underneath is worse," he snickered.

"You bastard, I'm not ugly," I cracked a smile from beneath said mask.

Johnny has seen my face once, on a mission. I was sucker punched and it cracked.

"What does she think of me?" I say, curiosity besting me.

"She thinks you're a total dick."

"figured"

"You can fix that though," Soap said "It's pretty simple, maybe instead of beating the shit out of her to start training, you could ask how her day is going." He sarcastically adds

I roll my eyes, "I'm capable of friendship."

Soap laughs, "I'll put in a good word for you LT."

Smiling and shaking my head, I walk away.

[roach-works]

hey i'd just like to come on here and formerly apologize. i did more digging, and I realized frankly, i shouldn't have done that. and i'm extremely sorry. i'm not only regretting it because of the hate and whatever i'm getting in return, but i realized I shouldn't have come for you like that. it was in the past and i didn't think at all. and you're incredibly right with everything you said. i'm once again so sorry for coming out and harrasing you about something so long ago, and frankly, not even as bad as some others have done. you are right- i am just a silly teenager and i'm willing to accept my mistakes as one. this has taught me a lot. and yes, this is ser0_t0nin, i just changed my user because I had people messaging and sending me asks telling me to off myself, and having others attack my other socials. i am once again so sorry. thank you for this learning experience and I will never repeat this incident to anyone else. It was so wrong of me to just come out and accuse you of shit. anyways i keep saying sorry a lot but it's cause I am. I immediately regretted it, even after I sent the stupid ask in. i'm sorry if I made the day bad for you and I wish you the best. once again, for the seventh millionth time, im sorry. ps. you don't have to accept my apology i just hope you know i took everything you said into consideration and have changed my outlook on things. i'm sorry.

huh, it's fucked up that people have been telling you to kill yourself. while that isn't a lesson i would wish on anyone-- and i have repeatedly tried to make it clear to my followers that harassment is wrong and nobody should ever do it, no matter the target--it does serve as a pretty clear demonstration that the internet is full of reactive assholes who don't actually care about right or wrong, just finding their next victim. it could be me, it could be you. eventually it will be both of us.

im sorry you're having such a bad time. it was my intention to give you a sharp wake-up call, not weeks of undeserved suffering. as you can see, a lot of getting by on the internet these days is blind luck and a very thick skin, not behaving well or treating people right. still, being a teenager is hard enough without also slogging through harassment, so you've got my sympathies. i hope you get through this in one piece, and find a comfortable place to enjoy yourself again.

turn anonymous asks off, and good luck.

[meamiiikiii]

Love your reverse entry AU! Also put a silly amount of thought into the idea of Loop doing a vtuber nuzlock thing; namely, the universe hates them.

See, in my headcanon* of your AU not only do they make the mistake of naming their pokemon after the party, (discreetly, I'm guessing?) They also encounter a bug that makes the game reset if any of their pokemon faint. After freezing for a bit. And once they realize what happened, they decide to actually do their job, and make little puppets. They memorized all of their families actors lines after all! So it's easy for them to act out little scenes in between bits, while waiting for things to happen or during interludes.

Also, they look rather real for a vtuber, so they just have a 3d model of themselves mapped over themselves to hide that they are themself. Except the lighting from glowing head makes it glitch for a half second every hear and there so.

Also! Maybe the puppetry thing ends on them giving the story a ridiculously tragic ending? Because they don't feel like they can acknowledge an alternative ending for a play they star in and remain sane.

*was headcanon the right word here? Probably not. More like, 'I think it'd be neat if'

Anyway this was a lot. Feel free to ignore literally all of it! I just think it's a cool and interesting au that's nothing like anyone else is doing so I couldn't help myself.

Wah!! /pos

This is super interesting and fun anon!!! The Universe hates Loop :thumbsup: 

To expand upon your idea with more ideas (hope this is okay!): 

I can only imagine Loop, while waiting for the game to reboot after freezing, just taking out like. Wood carving tools and materials from out of nowhere and just start whittling away to make these puppets of The Party (but as they remember them, not their modern counterparts.) A few extra set pieces here and there, maybe as well. Not the King though. 

Maybe it ends up becoming a recurring thing throughout the stream while waiting for things to stop glitching out? And they start giving “made-up” backstories for each of these puppets while they’re being created well in addition to using them properly for acting out bits! 

Every once and a while someone points out their model having an “art-style shift” for a few seconds. They ignore them. 

Once they’re all completed maybe they end up putting on a whole production out of it completely discarding the nuzlocke (lmao). A completely fictional tale. Not at all based on their own experiences. 

When they get closer and closer to the climactic end. When the party is staring face to face against the final boss, the King. They stall. They think. What type of ending will this story have? They were reciting lines from memory while telling it. Going off script is scary. 

They want to continue the tale as written. They want to stay true to their memory. 

But they also don’t want any of their (puppet) Party to suffer either. So, they tweak it, just the tiniest bit.

They continue telling the tale, beat for beat. Up until when the King defeats them. In one fell swoop.

Instead of the Housemaiden being thrown, it’s the Traveler.  

Over and over again, Loop acts out the King (metaphorical, there is no puppet) throwing the Traveler puppet onto the table. While narrating the whole ordeal as well.

They get really into it too, smashing the puppet into smithereens on the table after a bit. Whoops!

This causes the vtuber model to completely glitch out, showing themself instead of the model. They abruptly end stream after that.

…Many people will probably speculate that this is somehow an ARG. 

All this happened because The Universe was like “you are not allowed to play this Pokemon Game without some form of hiccup.” lmao. 

Anon, I will repeat this again. This is a super fun and interesting idea!!! Thank you, for introducing me to a new idea I had not considered and making me think!!!!!

And I am also sorry for using this ask as an opportunity to reveal where this Loop is coming from (sort of kind of) LMAO.

For anyone who read this to the end, thank you!! And also feel free to send any other asks my way since. I like thinking. About things I have not thought before!!!!

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 + 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

🔞🔞🔞

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

It has been a while since I started living in Obsidian, but there is still a lot I don't know about Gilbert.

For example—

Gilbert: "… And then, what did you just say?"

Obsidian nobleman: "I'm... sorry... sir."

Gilbert: "Forget the apology, just say it again… okay?"

(... I didn't know...)

A bullet pierces the wall of the castle.

It passed by a nobleman who had been summoned by Gilbert to make a report,

It was emitted from the pitch-black cane that he usually carried around.

(I knew it wasn't a normal cane because it was strangely heavy, but I didn't realize it was a gun.)

The end of the cane was a cap, and when the cap was removed, the barrel of the gun was revealed.

The handle has been replaced by a trigger, and you can put your finger on it.

Gilbert: "You've got to tell me something soon, I'm not that patient myself."

Obsidian nobleman: "… We have been… illegally exploiting… the collection of… taxes."

Gilbert: "I agree. That's what the report says."

Gilbert: "It looks like you were collecting three times the normal tax and putting a lot of money in your pocket."

Gilbert: "Did you think I couldn't see you just because you're in a rural area? Ahaha, you're so naïve."

Gilbert: "The spies I raised are scattered everywhere. We are constantly doing spot checks."

Gilbert: "You let your guard down, didn't you?"

Obsidian nobleman: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

(Obsidian is a land of deceit and corruption... The center seems to be mitigating that, but not the provinces.)

Not all of the vast Obsidian territory is healthy, according to Gilbert,

The further away from the center, the deeper the corruption remains.

(… Gilbert had arranged for weapons to reach all exploited people in anticipation of his death.)

(But now that the Emperor is alive, there is no need for that yet.)

(… This is how Gilbert had to become a "Trampling Beast".)

Gilbert: "That's just it, little rabbit. What's the one thing I hate the most?"

Suddenly, I am asked to speak, and I straighten my back.

Emma: "… Lies."   //   "… A liar."

Gilbert: "Yes, I hate liars. I'll tell you how much I hate it—"

Gilbert changed his bloodlust into a smile, putting strength at his fingertips…

Emma: "Please wait!"

Without hesitation, I grabbed his hand tightly.

Gilbert: "What's wrong?"

Emma: "… The Earl seems to be very sorry for what he did."

Emma: "Isn't it an act of excessive authority to even take a life?"

Gilbert: "You're so naïve. This kind of person who can only think of himself will do the same thing over and over again."

Emma: "Then why not punish him in a way that he won't repeat it?"

Emma: "It's too short-sighted to take life for anything."

Gilbert: "Hmmm...?"

Gilbert's red eye does not smile, and I gasp.

The Emperor has no mercy on me, even though I am his lover.

(I feel like I'm being tested every time.)

Gilbert: "Then will you take responsibility for his rectification?"

Emma: "Rectification…?"

Gilbert: "I'll throw him in jail for a while, and if you reform him during that time, I'll consider letting him live."

Emma: "Please do so!"

(… Maybe he was planning to do this all along.)

Otherwise, he would not have dared to have me, who hates killing people, in his presence.

Lately, Gilbert has been trying to trust me to do things my way.

It may be a convenient interpretation, though,

As a matter of fact, I was glad to see that people were listening to me more than before.

Gilbert: "… I don't like it."

For some reason, however, his neat face is distorted into a grim expression.

Emma: "Gilbert, you suggested..."

Gilbert: "Yes, but I can't believe you would willingly take the opportunity to talk to a man other than me."

Emma: "… I can't talk to anyone when you say that."

Gilbert: "That's a good idea."   //   "That would be nice."

(Not good, not good...)

Emma: "Gilbert, you are different from the rest of them."

Gilbert: "I can say as many words as I want."

(... It's getting troublesome again.)

Gilbert approaches me while ignoring the frightened and trembling nobleman.

He was no longer interested in the Earl, and his target was narrowed down to me.

He lifts his chin and gives me a big smile.

Now that we have been together longer, I know what he wants from me.

(... I don't have a choice. People's lives are at stake.)

I close my eyes in the shame of being in front of others and kiss his cold lips.

Emma: "… I only do this to you, Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Hehe… Well done."

(Ah... the bloodlust has disappeared.)

Gilbert, smiling with satisfaction, kisses me back as well.

He then put his gun away in his cane in front of the nobleman who had been left behind.

Gilbert: "Good for you. She saved your life."

Obsidian nobleman: "… Thank you very much. Thank you."

Gilbert: "Yeah, yeah. Don't ever forget that gratitude, okay? Your life is in the palm of her hand."

(Sometimes… I wonder if Gilbert is threatening me to win over my allies.)

(… You may not like me, but you don't let me be…)

The kind of malice had changed from when I was at Rhodolite, and that was somewhat sad.

Gilbert: "Take him away."

Roderich: "… Yes sir."

Roderich, who had been waiting by the wall, drags the staggering man, gasping for breath, out of the room.

The tension that had dominated the room finally dissipated into a mist.

Emma: "… You can't be that mean."

Gilbert: "It's love, love."

(I feel like I should protest...)

Whenever I see Gilbert looking so happy with just one kiss, I can't say anything.

(... I'm pretty much the same way.)

I cleared my throat and blew away the embarrassment that was clearly out of place.

Emma: "And by the way, that cane... it was a gun."

Gilbert: "Do you want me to make one for you?"

Emma: "No, I don't need it."

Gilbert: "Eh, you're cold..."

Emma: "I don't need a gun, but... like that cane, there's still a lot I don't know about you."

(… And the best example of that is, of course—)

I stare at Gilbert's face.

Although I have lived at Obsidian for a fair amount of time now, I have yet to see beneath Gilbert's eye patch even once.

I wonder if there is a scar under the black eye patch or if there is another reason.

I had avoided asking until now, thinking it might be a topic I shouldn't touch, but Gilbert seemed to see right through my thoughts.

Gilbert: "… Are you curious?"

Emma: "Very..."

Gilbert: "I can tell you."

Emma: "Are you sure?"

(That’s surprisingly easy—)

Gilbert: "However..."

Gilbert hugs my waist and puts a bewitching smile on his lips.

Gilbert: "At night, on the bed...?"

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After Walter diagnosed that Gilbert was doing well after the surgery, he began to bring me into his bed more often.

At first it was just light kissing and sleeping, but then the clouds began to lift...

Gilbert: "Well, what do you do when you get in bed?"

Now there are more days when a kiss is not enough to get him to forgive me.

Emma: "… I'm embarrassed every time."   //   "… It's embarrassing every time."

Gilbert: "I just want to see you embarrassed."

(Really, I've never seen anyone as bad as Gilbert.)

Smiling, Gilbert sits on the bed and looks at me.

I wanted to cry at the look that was not going to be turned away at all, but I emptied my mind and dropped my negligee on the floor.

Gilbert shakes his head as I am reduced to a thin piece of cloth.

Apparently, I have to take it all off to get under the eye patch.

Gilbert: "Take it off, or I will take it off anyway, right?"

Emma: "… It might be less embarrassing if you took off your clothes."

Gilbert: "I doubt that."

(…?)

I was beckoned to come closer, and Gilbert stood up and mercilessly stripped me down to my underwear.

(Uwaaa!)

I quickly crouch down on the ground to cover my body.

My whole body was burning because I was not prepared for it.

Gilbert: "You're embarrassed when I undress you."

Emma: "… It was so sudden…"

Emma: "Anyway… Why am I always the only one naked—"

Gilbert: "What, you want to see me naked? No, Little Bunny, you're shameless."

Emma: "Which one of us is the shameless one!?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm only going to make love to you, okay?"   //   "Ahaha, I'm only naughty for you, okay?"

(… I am not pleased. This is exactly what Gilbert wants.)

Laughing, Gilbert picks me up and rolls me onto the bed.

When I got down on my back and hid my body, his tongue crawled on my back.

Gilbert: "Turn around, Emma."   //   "Look at me, Emma."

Emma: "… I don't want to."

Gilbert: "Then I won't take off my eye patch either."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "In the first place, if you look that way, you won't be able to see me, right?"

(It's all about the end result…)

I was kissed repeatedly on the back and occasionally bitten sweetly.

The frustration gradually outweighs the embarrassment of being naked.

(… I want to see what's under his eye patch…)

(I want to know the Gilbert I don't know.)

When the rain of kisses stopped, I made up my mind and turned my body up...

Gilbert: "Ah, finally our eyes met."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

He has a beautiful ultramarine eye that I cannot help but admire.

Emma: "… It’s blue…"

Gilbert: "I was born with it. It's my complex."

Emma: "Why? It's so beautiful."

(Red and blue... I've never seen one with such a distinctly different eye color.)

Unlike red, the color of blood that seems to destroy everything, blue is gentle and full of affection.

My impression of Gilbert changed drastically from the right side to the left side.

Emma: "I love it."

Gilbert: "You may love it, but I will never love it."

(If you're going to go that far, there's something traumatic—)

Gilbert: "I mean, don't I look like a baby?"   //   "I mean, don't I look like a child?"   //   "I mean, don't I have a baby face?"

Emma: "…… Huh?"

I just couldn't keep my voice straight.

Emma: "It kind of… makes you look younger when you have both eyes showing…"

Gilbert: "I feel like it's more appropriate for my age if I hide it with an eye patch. I don't know."

(Oh, the reason is more than I thought.)

(… It’s sincere...)

I instantly turned my face away, but it was too late.

Gilbert: "… You smiled just now."

Emma: "N-No… I'm not smiling."

Gilbert: "I hate lies."

Emma: "Ah... nnh—"

Gilbert puts his fingers in between my legs with a look that makes me wonder if he's disapproving or amused.

Emma: "Don't…"

The cold fingers caressed my sensitive spot, and gradually, an obscene sound of whimpering and moaning assaulted my eardrums.

Gilbert: "Oh, I haven't even touched you that much yet—"

Emma: "… I-Is that really the only reason… for the eye patch?"

I forcibly interrupt the words that incite shame and then go further.   //   I forcibly interrupt the words that incite shame, and he goes more deeply. **

Gilbert: "No? There are other reasons, but you don't need to know them."

Gilbert: "Because it's no longer necessary."

(What does that mean—…)

Emma: "Ahh… mmm…"

Fingers penetrate deep into my body, and my hips lift.

I didn't have the time to ask the questions that came to mind.

Gilbert: "Hehe… Since I told you a secret, I deserve something in return."

Emma: "… W-wait—"

Gilbert: "Hey, you're not going to try to run away from me, are you...?"

I tried to escape, but Gilbert was expertly holding me down,

Without a moment to catch my breath, I had no choice but to take the stimulation given to me in stride.

(… I feel like… I'm being trampled…)

Eventually, his cold fingers and the heat in my body assimilate and become one.

No matter how many times I shuddered, he wouldn't let go, and the feeling of wetness was uncomfortable.

(A heat... in my belly...)

When I grabbed the black shirt, saying I couldn't do it anymore, the eyes of different colors responded in different ways.

It is really strange because the red one looks mean and the blue one looks like it is smiling gently.

Gilbert: "By the way, there's a lot more I haven't told you."

Gilbert: "I'm actually writing a book…"

(… Huh.)

Gilbert: "I've been drawing designs for the dress I gave you…"

(Eh…)

Gilbert: "Oh, and then..."

Gilbert suddenly remembers and pulls something shiny out of his pants pocket.

It was an insignia of King Chevalier with a white tiger emblem.

(When did you...!)

Gilbert: "This is terrible."

Gilbert: "I can't believe you have a man like me and yet you have something that belongs to another man."

Emma: "It doesn't mean anything strange!?"

Gilbert: "For you, maybe."

Gilbert: "But it's Chevalier's way of harassing me."

Emma: "I don't think—"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Chevalier: "There will come a day when you can use it if you want to establish a friendly relationship with Rhodolite."

Chevalier: "… Besides, I want to get revenge for being pushed around by Eyepatch, too."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

(… It might have, it might happen.)

Gilbert: "I'm jealous."

The moment the villain turned up the corner of his mouth with a smirk, my body was penetrated all of a sudden.

Emma: "Ahh—ahhhh…"

Without a shred of gentleness, he roughly gouges the heat out of my stomach.   //   Without a shred of gentleness, he roughly and violently hollows out the heat in my stomach.

My vision flashed, and my breathing became violently erratic.

Gilbert: "All you need to worry about is me…"

Gilbert: "The mere sight of another man makes me want to kill him, okay?"

(… It's more of… a threat than jealousy…)

Gilbert's "like" is dominance.   //   Gilbert's "love" is dominance.

Domination was an expression of his affection, and perhaps that has not changed.

(But... he doesn't take away my freedom, and he respects my heart.)

The occasional contradiction between what he says and what he does is evidence that he is wavering between beast and man.

My nails dig into Gilbert's perilously unstable back.   //   I dig my nails dangerously into Gilbert's back. **

My body heaved more, and I felt a tingle in the pit of my stomach.

(Gilbert now has… a human side as well…)

(So, I—...)

I let go of the violent pleasure with my breath, so much so that it almost took away my sense of consciousness.

Emma: "Just a little bit more... Please trust me."

Emma: "… I will never, ever betray you."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Emma: "… What is this "betrayal" you speak of, Prince Gilbert?"

Gilbert: "Well…"

Gilbert: "That you are no longer you."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

(I'm… staying me.)

No matter how many more secrets about Gilbert I learn in the future,

I know that his underlying wounded heart is filled with love for others.

Gilbert: "I see..."

A pair of flickering eyes covered my vision, and my lips were sealed.

His lips, which are usually cold, are now so hot that they almost burn.

Gilbert: "I'm troublesome, difficult, and tough, but do your best...?"

The reply was charmingly lost.

(—I wonder if he's aware of that.)

Just as there are things I don't know about Gilbert, there are things he seems unaware of as well.

(Someday, I'd love to teach you.)   //   (Someday, I want to tell you.)

(Why I love you, even if you're mean, even if you threaten me…)

Gilbert, who does evil things to me without seeming to take offense...

He always had sincere love in his eyes——

𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿:

To my beloved Little Bunny   //   To my darling little rabbit

I thought it was a good idea to lock up the little rabbit, but I guess not. I need to think of other ways to love you… If you have any good ideas, could you write me a letter? I will seek a compromise with your input as well.

Come to think of it, there's been a lot of talk about letters since I came to Obsidian. Before, I couldn't write anything without a question from you, but now it seems that's not the case. I have so much I want to tell you and share with you. I wonder... I haven't wanted to write a letter to someone like this since I was a child.

I used to love to write letters. Since I am frail and have spent most of my life in bed, letters are the only thing that connect me to the outside world. There were also a few friends who I never met face-to-face, only through our exchange of letters… My brothers, mother, and friends all taught me so much, and it was something I looked forward to every day.

I stopped doing any of those things when I became a beast… Hey, Emma. Write to me when you have time again. I'll keep writing to you too.

Oh, and by the way, you have no right to refuse this. Write a letter, or be forced to write one. You have a choice between those two options...?

Gilbert von Obsidian

[richonnesbitch]

Oooh ok now we know your fav TOWL kiss(es) so the logical next question is what is/are you favorite TWD kiss(es) ???

And between your fav TOWL and fav TWD kiss… which one wins 😈

Just wanna start this off by saying I'm sorry I took so long to get to this! I've been busy lately but I wanted to give this question the time it deserved because I could really go on and on about every richonne kiss. But I am going to limit myself to my top 3. I would do more but currently I'm not in the hest headspace so its hard for me to think! This is in no particular order because it's hard as hell to pick favorites! Anywayyyy let's get started.

1. Have Your Mints

Okay so before richonne I wasn't really one of those people that shipped couples, okay? Of course I loved the chemistry between richonne but I wasn't as hardcore about it as I am now. I remember where I was when this moment happened. When I say it changed my life, it changed my entire DAMN life. Like, I was shell-shocked in the most amazing way possible. Never have I felt such euphoria in my life than I did when Rick and Michonne finally happened! I immediately became a VERY hard-core shipper. I would literally rewatch this kiss on repeat for HOURS for MONTHS straight. Obsessed was not even the word. Like it was straight up addiction the way I would watch it. Naturally it would have to be my favorite kiss! It's just so beautiful and romantic and sensual and tender, etc, etc, etc. I've never seen anything else like it. To quote Scott Gimple, "These are two people who have found kindred spirits in each other, strength, respect, support, loyalty. But the world has been screaming in their faces and clawing at them for a good part of their acquaintance. For all they’ve been through, when the world stopped screaming and clawing for them, they realized what they had." Wooooo! What a gorgeous quote. Basically, this kiss invented romance for me and changed the entire course of my life. I had to give it the #1 spot, I had to. I had to!!!

2. The Triple Kiss

This kiss is just too damn cute. If I'm not mistaken, it's the only casual kiss we ever get between richonne. Most of the time they're making out lmao! But it just goes to show how life has slowed down a lot for them and now they're fully able to enjoy their time together and they can take time with their kisses. It's so domestic. Also find it cute how Rick knows Michonne likes too work hard but kinda softly tells her to take it easy for the night because he wants to cuddle her to sleep. This whole scene is too good.

3. Hearts Still Beating

Well, this kiss was almost too dark to see but from what I did see it was sexy as fuck! And also very loving at the same time. Richonne is so good at that. I love love love LOVE Michonne's speech. She has such a way with words, her thinking about becoming a writer at one point in her life makes SO much sense. The way she talks about how she doesn't wanna do things her way. she wants to do it her AND Rick's way. She doesn't wanna do anything without her man by her side. The way she not only convines Rick to fight the saviors but also uplifts him in the process.... she is so one of a kind. And the way Rick listens intensely and values each and every word. This scene is also extra sweet because not only does it drive the narrative forward but it's also a makeup scene for Rick and Michonne who have been at odds! Whenever she starts crying and he cups her face and kisses her.... ughhhh you can just FEEL the yearning they've been experiencing over each other. They missed each other so bad and it feels so good for both of them to be back on the same page. This isn't an actual picture of the kiss but a still from the same scene. WHY IS THE STILL BRIGHTER THAN THE SCENE IN THE EPISODE!?!?! Lowkey I feel like someone on set was trying to sabotage them.

Now.... how do these compare to TOWL kisses? Well, this is kind of like asking a parent to pick their favorite child. How can I choose when they're all so perfect?!?!?!?! But seriously if you really want me to choose.....I have to go with the "have your mints" scene. I'm sorry! I just do. I mean... it's where we all started. It's what turned me into a shipper and kicked off the greatest love story of all time. Did I mention it was all done in one take and Danai and Andy essentially took their own direction for the scene? Meaning everything they did was unscripted and yet it still came off as the most natural thing in the world.... how can it not win?!?!