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This is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon. I had so much fun writing this one and I hope you will all like it. Let me know what you think and if I should do a follow up.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: After a harsh argument, Eddie and (Y/n)'s eldest daughter runs off. And they have to go and find her, scaring (Y/n) and the rest of the kids.

Enjoy.

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A growl vibrated at the back of Eddie's throat when he went to unlock the front door and found it open.

She is home. He thought to himself as he pushed the door and beckoned Trixie to go in ahead of him.

He shifted his right arm a little higher up, bouncing Lilah on his hip who currently had her chin perched softly on his shoulder and her arms loosely draped around his neck. The five year old had a thing for being carried around recently and Eddie was all too happy to oblige. Unlike the others, Lilah didn't swing her legs and bash them into his back or wriggle around when he carried her. And she didn't deadlock her arms around Eddie's neck so he couldn't breathe like Liv and Chris used to do when they were little.

He kicked the door shut behind him and dumped his keys on the side table, moving his free hand to rest on Trixie's back as he followed her through into the living room.

Once she sat down on the sofa, Eddie leaned over and settled Lilah down next to her and he put the tv on for them. He knew the pair would amuse themselves with some cartoons and their colouring books that were scattered on the coffee table from yesterday.

With a kiss to each of their heads, Eddie turned and wandered down the hall. He was about to head down towards the bedrooms, but he stopped short when movement in the kitchen caught his eye.

He pivoted on his heels and headed past the fridge, his eyes locked on his eldest child.

Liv had her back to him as she made herself a drink, nodding her head to the music that was quietly playing through her headphones.

Eddie stopped a pace behind her and reached out to swipe the headphones from her ears, taking the advantage of not being heard or noticed. He set the headphones down on the counter while his other hand found his hip and he watched his daughter intently. A gasp tumbled past her lips and she shot round to face him, moving one hand to her heart as she took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Dad!" She whined, leaning her hip against the counter as she tried to stop her heart from exploding in her chest. She had been home alone for the last twenty minutes and she wasn't sure what time the rest of the family were coming back. But she didn't expect them back this soon.

"Where have you been?"

Eddie's sudden question and the sharp tone to his voice took Liv by surprise. She leaned on her back foot, keeping one hand braced on the counter as she stared up at him.

"What?"

"You heard me. Where were you after school?" Eddie's fingers began to drum against the counter and his other hand held his hip so tightly the joint was beginning to ache. The look of confusion in her eyes made his chest tighten and it only made him feel angry.

"I went to Sally's house… why?"

She didn't exactly have a schedule after school and both (Y/n) and Eddie had always said they didn't mind if she went out with friends after school or had an after school activity. As long as she let them know if she was going to be late home and tell them where she was if that happened.

"Liv I asked you to pick the girls up because me and your mum were both busy. I had to leave my appointment and go get them, they were scared."

Realisation dawned on her face as her teeth sank down into her bottom lip and she shrunk back.

Eddie wasn't impressed.

He had been on a night shift last night, came home for a few hours sleep and then he had to go back out and run errands. And he had a therapy appointment this afternoon. One that he'd had to cancel just as he pulled up in the parking lot because the school rang him.

Trixie and Lilah were still waiting for someone to come and collect them and they were getting distressed that clearly someone had forgotten them. So Eddie's appointment was now rescheduled and he had to make a quick drive down to the school and grab the girls. Both of whom were crying by the time he got there.

With the way his shifts worked, it was usually Eddie who dropped the kids off at school and either (Y/n) or Carla that picked them up. But Chris had an appointment at the doctors today, so (Y/n) had picked him up early and was currently at his appointment with him. The very reason Eddie asked Liv to go get the girls after she finished.

"I'm sorry."

Her hand reached out to take the headphones back that were on the counter, but Eddie moved faster. He curled his fingers around the headphones and pressed down until they were pinned into the counter so she couldn't take them. This conversation was far from over.

"You're the eldest, that means you can help look after them when I ask-"

"They're your kids, not mine." Liv spoke before she could think better of it and she shivered at the look that crossed Eddie's eyes.

She looked down at her feet and moved past her dad to leave the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation and go to her room. But she stopped short when Eddie grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back before she could leave the room. He wasn't about to chase her around the house to talk about this and sorry wasn't good enough.

"Don't take that tone with me. I was the eldest kid in my house and I had to look after all three of my sisters every day. I asked one thing of you Liv, to get them from school for me, I asked you this morning, not last week."

When she shook her arm free from his grasp, Eddie folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the kitchen island.

She was fourteen now. She was the eldest and Eddie needed her to help out.

He would never put as much pressure and responsibility on Liv as his parents had with him. He was the eldest, he had three young sisters who he ended up raising like they were his children. Eddie made them breakfast almost every day, he walked them to school and then back home. When he started driving, he took them anywhere they needed to go, he chaperoned them about.

With his dad working away, Eddie had been the man of the house and his mother worked long hours. He was the one responsible for his sisters and it had been hard. He didn't want to do the same to Liv and he tried to make sure that didn't happen.

But he and (Y/n) needed her to help sometimes. She was old enough to walk the kids home from school or stay with them at home for an hour if Eddie or (Y/n) were at work or needed to go to an appointment and that was all Eddie asked of her today.

"I didn't want to babysit them. And you had to because papi worked away, that's different."

"What do you think me and your mum do nearly every day? We go to work, Liv. I needed an appointment and your mum took Chris to the doctors, I expect you to help with the girls so stop arguing with me."

It was clear Liv was about to argue again and make another point, but she held her breath and rolled her lips together when the front door opened and subsequently closed again.

A smile fluttered across (Y/n)'s lips when she leaned on the counter to try and kick off her shoes, and Chris kindly took her hand to help her balance. He slipped off his shoes and put them in the shoe box along with (Y/n)'s shoes, staying close to her side as they wandered down the hall.

(Y/n) let go of Chris's hand to hold his shoulder instead and her free hand pressed into her lower back so she could try and click her spine into place. Nevermind Chris having an appointment today for his medication review, (Y/n) felt like she needed one for her back. She was only thirty weeks pregnant but her back was aching like her spine was out of place, all the time.

"Dad!" Chris pulled away from (Y/n) and bolted into the kitchen where Eddie did his best to plaster a smile onto his face.

He held his arms out and let Chris barrell into him and smash his back against the counter with his force, but Eddie didn't mind. He leaned down and kissed the top of Chris's curls, running a hand up and down his back as he murmured "Hey bud," into his hair.

"Hi sweetie," Leaning over, (Y/n) pressed a kiss to Liv's temple before she slung her bag on the counter and moved across to Eddie. Her hand gave his shoulder a squeeze and she leaned close to attach her lips to his neck, causing a shiver to roll down his spine. "Baby, what're you doing home so early?"

Eddie unravelled his arms from around Chris who exited the kitchen to find his little sister's in the living room.

He moved to cross one arm over his chest while his other hand slipped around (Y/n)'s waist before she had chance to move. He reeled her into his chest and pecked her temple before he glanced back over at Liv who was leaning against the far wall next to the door.

"I had to pick the girls up." His hand began to smooth up and down (Y/n)'s lower back in slow circles. And he felt her hand move to press into his chest as she looked over her shoulder at their daughter.

"Why, are you okay?"

"Oh she's fine, she just didn't want to."

(Y/n) took a deep breath and looked down at her feet for a few seconds. She felt like she was caught in the crossfires with the harsh stares her husband and daughter were throwing out at each other. She lifted her head and pressed a kiss against the corner of Eddie's mouth before she pulled away and moved towards the sink to get a drink.

"It was only for an hour, Liv." (Y/n) spoke softly and glanced over towards her daughter who started to grind her jaw and frown deeply. They hadn't asked her to look after the girls all evening, it wasn't as if they were forcing her to stay home and care for them and stop her from going out to a party or something important.

She filled a glass with water and took a few sips before she looked back towards Liv.

"If you're both so busy, why are you having another baby? Do I have to raise the new baby for you, like you did aunt Sophia?" Her eyes looked between them both but her gaze landed on Eddie when she finished.

Sophia was Eddie's youngest sister and everyone in the family knew Eddie had practically raised her since she was a toddler up until he moved out. But this wasn't the same.

"Olivia, that's enough."

Eddie's voice was razor sharp with an edge to it. If she was going to be like that then this conversation would have to wait until later.

"It's not fair! I'm the eldest so you want me to look after them or be out the way ready for your new baby. There will be fourteen years between me and the new baby, that's more than you and sophia."

"Why would you say that? When have we ever pushed you away?" (Y/n) couldn't keep the pain from her voice and she felt her chest tightening at Liv's words.

Did she really believe that? Did she honestly think that having another baby would mean they would push her away? They had tried to make sure none of the kids ever felt that way. There was only three years separating Liv and Chris, so Liv never really had a childhood where she was the only sibling but it also meant she never felt like she was pushed out from a young age. She always remembered growing up with Chris, and she was eight when they had Trixie.

(Y/n) knew it wasn't exactly conventional to have fourteen years between their eldest and youngest child, but she didn't think it was that much of a big deal. Especially when there were three other kids in between Liv and the new baby, so Liv hadn't gone all these years with her parent's sole attention to then be pushed out by a new baby.

And God knows Eddie didn't have a good relationship with his dad. He had always felt like his dad was an absent parent and Eddie strived to be different with his kids. He didn't want any of them to think he wasn't present in their lives or that he didn't love them all equally.

"You know that's not true." Eddie spoke quietly and shook his head, unable to look over at Liv because her words hurt. They cut deep.

"Trixie's your favourite now! And Chris is mum's favourite because he's the only boy. You don't care about me anymore-"

"Olivia stop it!" Eddie wasn't doing this anymore. He wanted to talk, but this wasn't talking.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what Liv tried to say next, but she shuddered when Eddie slammed his hand down on the counter. The action was harsh and loud enough to make the plates on the draining board rattle and clammer together and it made Liv take a step back and go deadly silent.

"I said stop! We don't have favourites but even if I did, it certainly wouldn't be you right now. Out!" The moment Eddie pointed to the doorway ahead of him, Liv bolted.

He could feel his resolve and frustration fading away and his eyes fell closed when he heard Liv crying as she ran down the hall. He tilted his head back with a groan and clenched his hands into fists at his sides. He didn't mean that. He didn't think before he spoke. He shouldn't have said that.

When any of the kids asked who was his favourite, whether they were just teasing or begging for his attention, he always had the same response. 'You all are.'

But it angered him that Liv seemed to forget all the times he'd said that to her. He didn't have a favourite, how could he? How could (Y/n)? Sometimes they had to give Chris a bit more attention if he was unsettled or having a meltdown or needed reassurance, or all the hospital trips. But the girls knew that wasn't them favouring him, it was them looking after him.

"Now you've done it." (Y/n) dropped her glass in the sink and left the kitchen. She thought about following Liv to her room, to try and talk this out properly and make sure she was alright, but she couldn't bring herself to follow her. Liv was upset, she needed to calm down first before they spoke and (Y/n) would let her have some privacy.

(Y/n) sat in the living room with Chris and the girls, letting Lilah clamber onto her lap while Chris and Trixie set up a game of Monopoly.

She observed the game and played the banker so none of them could start an argument or accusations of cheating. But she cringed every time she heard Eddie slam one of the cupboard doors or toss the plates and cups so harshly she wondered if he had broken a few.

She knew he was trying to keep himself busy and he was probably trying to start tea. He didn't cook often, but he needed to do something.

(Y/n) pressed her lips to the back of Lilah's head, trying to focus on watching them all play, but she couldn't. She could only replay the conversation and wish she had interjected at some point. She should have talked to Liv, tried to keep things calm or tell Eddie to go cool off before he said something he now clearly regretted.

After about twenty minutes, (Y/n) lifted her head and looked across the room when Eddie emerged from the kitchen.

His arms were tense, his shoulders were hunched up and popping through his shirt and his lips were pressed into a thin line. But it was the way he was scrubbing his hands with the tea towel that caught her attention. His hands were already starting to go red, he would start peeling away layers of skin soon if he carried on like that.

"I'm gonna go talk to her."

"No you're not. I am." (Y/n) sighed when Eddie's shoulders dropped and he thundered back into the kitchen, holding his hands up in defeat.

Now two of his girls were upset with him, and he couldn't blame them.

(Y/n) sat Lilah down next to her on the sofa and slowly pushed up to her feet. She weaved around the sofa and headed out the living room, past the dining room and down the hall. She leaned on the wall and gently knocked on Liv's door, pressing her tongue against her teeth when she didn't get a response.

She couldn't hear Liv crying, that had to be a good sign and a telltale sign that she was starting to calm down now. And she hadn't heard Liv throwing anything or slamming things down like her dad which was a relief.

"Liv? Baby can I come in?"

When she didn't receive an answer, she slowly opened the door and walked in. Bracing herself for the door to be shut on her or for her daughter to tell her to get out.

"Liv?"

(Y/n) could feel her heart dropping down to her stomach when she looked around the room. It was empty. The window was open. She hadn't come out of her room since she slammed the door behind her nearly half an hour ago. She had left out the window.

She could feel the baby do an awful twist in her stomach and bile rose in the back of her throat as she bit down on her lower lip.

Liv was upset, she had been crying. (Y/n) didn't even know how long ago she had snuck out. She didn't like the thought of her daughter wandering alone, not when it would be getting dark soon and she was distressed. Someone could easily try and hurt her or pick her up and take her somewhere.

She hadn't even taken her bag which was hung up in the hall. All she had on her was her phone so (Y/n) knew she would be somewhere on foot and her daughter didn't like getting the bus. Anything could happen to her.

Shallow breaths rumbled past her lips and she slammed her hand down on the door in frustration, watching it thrash back into the wall with a bang.

Turning around, (Y/n) stormed down the hall and headed into the kitchen. Eddie was already looking her way with one brow arched and confusion plastered on his face.

"Baby-"

"She's gone."

"What? Gone where?" Eddie took a step back and looked to the right as if he could see the front door from his position in the kitchen.

Where would Liv have gone? She had gone in her room, they heard her slam the door and she hadn't been past the kitchen. Although, Eddie had been in his own little bubble, slamming drawers and bustling about tidying up. He might not have noticed if she slipped past him.

"I don't know, the window was open. Eddie she could be anywhere by now." (Y/n) coiled her arms around her chest and started to scratch her nails up and down her arms out of anxious habit.

Liv could get quite far on foot in half an hour, especially if she had been running to get further away and clear her head.

A shiver rattled down Eddie's spine as his lips parted and a rough breath pushed past his lips. He had upset her enough to drive her away. She had gone and now he had to go and get her back. He scanned his eyes around the kitchen and reached out for his phone and his wallet that he had dumped there earlier, shoving them in his back pocket.

"I'll go get her."

He stopped in front of (Y/n) and moved his hands to her hips, gently walking her backwards so she wasn't blocking the doorway. His lips found her temple but he could feel her shallow breaths fanning against his neck and the way she clutched his arm showed how panicked she felt.

"I'll find her, okay? Call Sally's mum, she went there earlier and if she comes home, call me. She'll be fine." His lips stayed smothering her temple and he moved a hand up to cup the side of her neck.

***

"Where's Liv gone?" Lilah tilted her head back to look up at (Y/n) who was stood behind her at the table.

It wasn't normal to eat dinner without Liv, they all sat down together as a family. And both girls weren't happy that Eddie had gone back out without telling them and was now missing dinner as well. They wanted him to come home because after dinner they usually got a bath and got ready for bed. Both Trixie and Lilah wanted him to read them a story before bed.

"I don't know." (Y/n) sighed through the words and leaned forward, arching her back out as her hands tightened around the dining chair Lilah was sat on.

Her stomach had been in knots since Eddie left and the longer he was gone, the worse (Y/n) felt.

She wanted them both home. Now.

Liv was fourteen, she was old enough to be out by herself for a little while, but not when she was in a state and not when she was so upset and it was getting late. The later it got, the more (Y/n) felt her heart begin to hurt with each beat and her stomach was twisting, making her back ache worse.

"Is dad angry?" Chris moved his fork around the plate and leaned his chin on his free hand. He didn't eat when he was nervous and (Y/n)'s anxious pacing was making him uneasy, as well as the fact that he could tell she wasn't feeling well.

Whenever their mum wasn't well, their dad would come home and look after her. And it wasn't usual for any of the kids to see Eddie be angry or for any of them to argue with him. They didn't like it.

"No baby, he- he's just worried. Try and finish your tea, please."

"You not eating?" Trixie murmured quietly as she looked over her shoulder at her mum who shook her head.

(Y/n) wasn't hungry, she felt sick.

She called Sally's mum as soon as Eddie left, but Liv wasn't there. She knew Liv wouldn't go down to the station when she was upset and Eddie wasn't there, but (Y/n) messaged Evan anyway and asked him to keep an eye out in case she came by. And she anxiously waited for Eddie to call or text and say he'd picked her up and was coming home, but she heard nothing at all.

Adrenaline sparked in her stomach when they all heard the door and she pointed at the kids, silently telling them to stay where they were. She pushed off the chair, feeling her stomach give an awful twinge when she straightened up. Her lips rolled together and she sped out the dining room, her eyes anxiously flitting about.

Her heart seemed to stop beating when Eddie walked in. Alone. Liv wasn't in front of him or trailing behind him. She clearly wasn't in the car because Eddie gave the door a kick with his boot to shut it behind him.

"She's still not home." (Y/n) answered his silent question. He had prayed that she would of been back by now and (Y/n) just didn't have chance to ring him.

She wanted to lash out. She wanted to push Eddie away and tell him this was his fault for arguing the way he did with Liv. But the moment Eddie stood in front of her, she let him curve his arms around her and hold her hips. She let him pull her into his chest and when his lips smothered her temple, she loosened up and leaned into the touch.

"Fuck. She won't answer her phone either. I left her a few messages and told her if she won't call us in ten minutes I'm reporting her missing."

Deep down, Eddie hadn't expected Liv to answer him when he called, but he hoped she would of answered (Y/n) and told her she was okay and said where she had gone. He left voicemails and the last text he sent just as he got out the car told her in no uncertain terms that she had ten minutes.

If they didn't hear from her in ten minutes, Eddie would presume she couldn't get to the phone and was in distress so he would call the police. And he would. He would report her missing and go back out looking for her until either someone found her or she came home.

(Y/n) took a step back so she could lean forward, leaning over loosened the twinging pain in her abdomen that felt like an elastic band about to snap.

She pulled out of Eddie's arm and moved towards the door, about to grab her shoes until Eddie turned and wrapped his arms back around her. He pulled her back into his chest and pressed his lips against the back of her head, tightening his arms when (Y/n) tried to pull away.

"I'm gonna go look for her-"

"No, no baby you're not."

"It's late and she's missing." (Y/n) writhed from side to side but it was no use, Eddie had more strength than she did right now and the struggle was only making her go lightheaded.

Someone needed to be out there looking for her. They had to get her home and make sure she was okay. (Y/n) couldn't settle or sit down until all her babies were back under one roof.

"Yeah, so in ten minutes you can call the police and I'll go back and do another drive round. You're not going anywhere like this, mi amor. You stay here with the kids… maybe if she knows I'm out looking for her, she'll come home to you." Eddie wasn't having two of his girls out there wandering about when it was starting to get dark.

He would do another drive around and stop any place he could think of that Liv might go to. But he needed (Y/n) to stay home in case Liv came home and she needed to stay with the kids. He could see she wasn't feeling well and going out panicking and scouting the streets was only going to make her feel worse.

When (Y/n) nodded, Eddie kept his arms around her but he straightened up and let her lean back into his chest. He could feel panic starting to bubble away in his stomach when (Y/n) slumped her head back on his chest and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She was going dizzy.

He went to say something but cut himself short when (Y/n)'s phone started to ring in her back pocket. She hadn't let it out of her sight since Eddie left in case he or Liv rang her.

A jolt ran down her spine and she reached down to grip Eddie's arm tightly as she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

She leaned her weight back onto Eddie and found her phone in her pocket but she swallowed harshly, trying not to burst into tears when she realised it was only her dad.

It wasn't Liv.

"Hi dad, it's… it's not the best time to talk at the minute," A tear traced down her cheek as she tried to breathe deeply and stop from bursting into tears down the line. She hadn't even told Bobby and Athena that Liv was currently out somewhere, presumed missing. She didn't want to tell them until she really had to.

(Y/n) didn't see the point in panicking them in case they went out looking for her and Liv came home. No one needed any unnecessary strain or panic.

"I gathered, sweetheart. Liv's round at our place, and she asked me to call you."

A tidal wave of panic and relief washed over (Y/n) at the same time and her knees shook. She was sure she was going to keel over and drop to the floor, but Eddie bound his arms tightly around her waist, pinning her to his chest as he cradled her stomach. His chin perched on her shoulder and panic splattered across his face. He couldn't hear what Bobby was saying but he could see (Y/n)'s reaction.

"S-she's there, Liv's with you?" (Y/n) could barely find her voice as her free hand moved down to clench around Eddie's arm to steady herself.

She lowered the phone down and put it on speaker so Eddie didn't have to strain to listen. His fingers had started drumming against her stomach, nervous jitters as he waited to know what was going on.

"Is she alright?" Eddie kept his chin tucked into (Y/n)'s shoulder and he pressed a quick kiss to her neck. It felt as if his heartbeat was pounding through his chest and trying to beat out a pulse for (Y/n) at the same time.

"She got your message, she doesn't want you to call the police or panic."

Eddie couldn't have been more pleased that sending that last message had prompted Liv to call them rather than hide away from them. He didn't want to be cruel or make her think he was punishing her or trying to threaten her, but he knew she wouldn't want the police to search for her. And she would realise how serious they were about knowing she was safe and wanting her back home with them.

"Bobby is she alright?"

"She's okay. She said she's had a fall but she's alright… and I think she's ready to go home."

Bobby and Athena had been a little more than surprised after only just getting home from work to find their granddaughter on their doorstep. She had a few cuts and scrapes from a fall on the way over, but she was relatively unharmed. Just shaken and tear-stained.

She hadn't been in the door five minutes before she handed her phone to Bobby and showed him the latest message she had from her dad. She began sobbing again, asking him to tell them she was fine and let them know where she was because she couldn't panic them into calling the police.

Liv thought they wouldn't notice, or maybe that they wouldn't be this frightened if she snook out for a while. The last thing she wanted to do was scare them like this.

"Is dad m-mad at me?"

Eddie's heart shattered into a million tiny pieces when Liv's meek, shaking voice came through the speaker. Could she not hear how worried he was? All the messages and voicemails he had left her said he was worried, he was scared and he needed her to go home right away. Not once did he say he was angry at her or he was going to tell her off when she came home.

He just wanted her home safe.

"Baby girl I'm not mad at you." He closed his eyes and moved one hand to rattle his fingers through his hair. "I swear neither of us are mad at you. Just stay there with grandad and we'll come and pick you up, we're on our way now. Okay?"

"You'll come get me?"

"We're coming right now, baby."

"See, I told you they wouldn't be mad. We'll see you in a bit."

(Y/n) whispered a quiet thank you before she hung up and closed her eyes, feeling like her knees were going to give out on her in relief.

She let Eddie move his hands down to her hips and gently turn them around in the direction of the dining room where the kids were finishing their tea. He knew (Y/n) would want to go and get Liv too and they couldn't exactly leave the kids here. So it looked like they would all be taking an evening trip out, and the kids would be more than happy to see Bobby and Athena this evening.

"Daddy! Did you bring Liv home?" Trixie got up from the table and weaved around until she could attach herself to Eddie's leg. Her chin pressed into his hip and she looked up at him with worry in her eyes that made his heart clench.

"She's with nan and grandad so we're all off to pick her up. Come on, shoes on and in the car please."

***

"Nanny!"

A smile pulled at Athena's lips and she held her arms out, wrapping an arm around each girl who barrelled into her chest and almost knocked her down to the floor. She pressed a kiss to their heads and gave them a squeeze before her eyes lifted to look at the rest of the family hurrying in.

She stood up when Chris hurried down the stairs and curled around her for a hug, but her eyes focused on (Y/n) and Eddie.

The panic was clearly written across their features and she could see dried tears staining beneath (Y/n)'s eyes and the bridge of her nose.

Eddie tightened his hand around (Y/n)'s hip and his other hand moved up and down her arm while Athena silently pointed towards the kitchen where Bobby and Liv were.

"Why don't you three come and sit with me, hm? You can tell me what you've all been up to." She kept an arm around Trixie and Lilah and let Chris walk in front of her towards the sofa. It would be easier to entertain the kids and let the couple have some time to talk to Liv in the kitchen.

Reaching a hand out, (Y/n) gave Bobby's shoulder a squeeze when she walked behind him. He was sat at the end of the table with his elbows resting either side of his coffee cup and his chin propped up on his hands. But the soft smile on his features told them there wasn't anything to worry about.

She walked past him and moved straight over to Liv. Her daughter was sat back in her chair, arms slumped around her waist and her head leaning to one side. She looked like she had been staring down at her feet for a while, until she looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

Her arms immediately opened up and (Y/n) obliged, leaning over to wrap around her daughter like a blanket. She kissed the top of Liv's head and rubbed her hand up and down her back. She could feel how badly Liv was shaking and her fingers were clutching (Y/n)'s back like she thought her mum was suddenly going to disappear or pull away.

"Are you okay? Where did you go?" (Y/n) kept her arms around Liv but she leaned back enough too look down at her. She smoothed her hand up and down Liv's back and tried to keep her breaths slow and steady, despite the pain that was circulating through her back and around to her stomach.

"I… I went for a walk, and to the park. B-but I wasn't looking, someone came off their bike and we collided."

She hadn't really known where she was going when she left the house. She just kept walking and walking until she found herself aiming for the park. But her mind hadn't been focused and began to wander until she came crashing back to reality. A biker on the path hit a rock and came flying off his bike, subsequently taking Liv down to the floor too.

After that, she picked herself back up and went round to her grandparent's house. It was pure luck that they were both home and as soon as she got Eddie's messages, she began to cry and asked her grandad if he would call and tell them she was alright.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to apologise and go home and go to bed and pretend today had never happened.

Eddie watched (Y/n) intently as she untangled herself from Liv and moved to sit down in the seat behind her. He watched the way (Y/n) winced when she sat down and how she gripped the edge of the table to brace herself and lean on for support.

She leaned forward to try and relieve the tension she felt and she rested her other hand on Liv's shoulder so she could kiss the back of her head.

Eddie crouched down on the floor in front of Liv and carefully rested his hands on her knees. He stared up at her with wide eyes, waiting for her to tell them if she was hurt because he could see from the tears streaked down her face that she was still distressed.

Silently, she held out her right hand for Eddie to inspect. She had grazes up her elbow towards her shoulder and her hand was subtly trembling. His thumb brushed across her wrist and he carefully pulled her arm closer to look at the grazes. Bobby had cleaned the cuts and they thankfully weren't very deep or bad enough to require stitches.

He held her arm and slowly rotated her wrist around, watching how she winced and jolted every now and then.

"I think you've just sprained it, sweetheart. Are you okay?"

When he lifted her hand so he could kiss her wrist, he thought she was going to rip her hand from his grip and pull away from him. The thought sent his heart rocketing up into his throat and stopped his breathing. But he leaned back and braced himself on his heels when Liv jumped forward instead.

Her arms deadlocked around his neck and she pushed herself into his chest, tucking her face into his neck as she clung to him like he was going to disappear.

Eddie cradled the back of her neck and bound his right arm around her waist, keeping his eldest daughter pinned to his chest so he could press his lips to the side of her head.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too, sweetheart. I didn't mean what I said… I shouldn't have said that. And I don't want you thinking we're ever gonna push you away. You're our first baby, and that makes you very special." He whispered the words against her ear and pulled her closer until his chest started to ache.

They would never have favourites and they would never push Liv away. She was their eldest, their first child and that meant she would have a special place in their hearts. She wouldn't be forgotten or left out. Ever.

With another kiss against the side of her head, Eddie gently pushed her back so she was sitting upright on her chair again so he could stand up.

He carded his fingers through her hair, about to thank Bobby for calling them and looking after her for them. But he stopped himself short when his eyes landed on his wife. (Y/n) had one hand gripping the edge of the table and her other hand was pressed against her stomach while her chin tilted down into her chest. He noticed she was starting to shake.

He kissed the top of Liv's head and moved behind her to crouch in front of (Y/n) instead. His fingers pressed beneath her chin and he tilted her head up so she was looking up at him instead of looking down at her thighs.

"Baby, are you okay?" He tried to keep his voice low so he didn't worry Liv or Bobby who were trying to make small talk.

(Y/n) locked eyes with Eddie and gingerly reached out for his hand, moving it so his palm was pressed against her lower stomach where the pain was steadily getting worse. He felt the way she tensed and he crouched down a little more so he was level with her stomach. His palms moved round, pressing in a few places while (Y/n) sucked in a sharp breath and pressed her feet down firmly into the ground to try and keep herself tense as if it would relieve the pain she had been feeling all evening.

Eddie swallowed down a groan and pressed his temple into (Y/n)'s arm and when he leaned back, he ran his hand up and down his jaw as he tried to think and gather his senses.

"Everything okay?" Bobby leaned his arm down on the table and inched forward to look over at his daughter. He rose a brow and pressed his lips into a thin line. She was beginning to cry and Bobby was all too familiar with Eddie's panicked expressions.

"I'm getting contractions," (Y/n) couldn't bring herself to look away from Eddie and over at her dad. She didn't want to see the worry pool in his eyes or see him jump into action mode. She just wanted the pains to stop.

This was too early.

She wasn't even seven months yet, she was only thirty weeks. (Y/n) had never had one of their kids before thirty-seven weeks before. Liv had been three days before her due date. Chris had been a week overdue. Trixie was spot on thirty-seven weeks which made her the earliest they'd had. And (Y/n) had been forty-one weeks when the midwife had to induce labour with Lilah because waiting any longer wasn't safe.

She'd never had a premature baby or gotten contractions this early on before.

"But… but that's too early!" Liv looked between her grandad and her parents with worry sparking in her eyes and she could feel her throat beginning to clog with tears.

"Okay, you head down to the hospital, the kids can spend the night here with us."

"You sure?" When Bobby nodded, Eddie turned to face Liv and moved his hands to her shoulders. "Baby go sit with Chris and the girls, don't tell them what's happening or they'll worry."

"Can't I come with you? Mum, I can help-"

"You'll stay here with us." Bobby placed an arm around Liv's shoulders and reeled her into his chest so she would take a few steps back and be out the way. As much as she wanted to and thought she could help, she would only panic herself and it wouldn't be fair. Eddie could look after (Y/n) and handle this just fine.

"Is it, is it my fault?" Her voice was quiet and trembled as tears fell down her face and she started to hiccup through her words. Had she caused this by panicking them so much? She didn't mean to. She didn't think (Y/n) would get stressed enough to push her into having contractions like this.

She tilted her head back when Eddie stood in front of her and cupped her face in his hands. He pressed his temple against hers and managed a small smile down at her.

"Don't think like that, baby. If it's anyone's fault it's mine for stressing you mum out all the time. I'll call you when I know what's happening, but chances are we're not having the baby today, so don't worry. Okay?" He tilted her head down to kiss her temple and when she nodded, Eddie moved back in front of (Y/n) and held his hands out.

If anyone was at fault, it would be him. He had caused the arguments today even if he didn't mean to. (Y/n) was stressed and her body was clearly acting on that stress and panic. But this didn't mean she was going to have the baby, at least not right away.

Eddie knew the likelihood was the hospital would give (Y/n) an injection to stop the contractions and she would be put on bed rest and observation. If worse come to worst and she had the baby, they had a good chance of everything being okay. Premature wasn't great and it wouldn't be ideal, but they were well past twenty four weeks so they had a fighting chance.

(Y/n) slipped her hands in Eddie's and let him pull her up carefully to her feet. His left arm curved around her waist and he held her back against his chest, tucking her up against him while his lips smothered the back of her head. His right hand held out for her and (Y/n) gratefully deadlocked his hand in hers, leaning back onto him as she tried to stop crying.

"Go sit with the kids while I help your mum to the car." Bobby kissed Liv's head and nudged her in the right direction before he moved to (Y/n)'s other side and held her waist and her arm, just to be safe. "Out the back, no steps and no audience." Bobby whispered softly.

It would be easier to go out the back door and miss out the stairs to the front door, and it would prevent the kids from seeing and panicking.

Bobby and Athena could spin them a line of (Y/n) not feeling well and needing to go home. And say that they wanted to have the kids stay with them for the night instead. All of them would be pleased to have a sleepover mid-week and Bobby and Athena were always up for looking after the grandkids.

"Okay mi amor, let's get you to the hospital, hm?"

#eddie diaz x reader #911 imagine #imagine #pregnant! reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie diaz #bobby nash #athena grant

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satan-plundered-our-oceans · 28 days

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★。／can i be a hero too?＼。★

ask: "I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though"

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! purely some platonic, wholesome fluff. of course, a bit of cussing from bakugo but that comes with the territory

notes: thanks for being one of my first requests anon! it was really fun to get back into writing fanfic, and bnha is one of my favourite animes so writing this was a lot of fun - i just hope i did it well and you enjoy reading! i used primarily they/them pronouns for the sibling just in case ;)

! this is a repost from my other blog !

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

Mitsuki doesn’t even bother smacking her son this time, too busy fixing up the bento box she has already begun making in the kitchen. Rice and egg and soft pretzels which [Y/N] always insisted on. The same thing everyday, which Katsuki found increasingly frustrating. Their name is painted on the lid, which sits on the sink.

It’s one of the only memories that Mitsuki repeatedly brags about to her mom friends. How her son eagerly decorated a bento box for his anticipated sibling, and how he ended up despising them when born. That’s what it looked like anyway

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

Mitsuki packs the bento box and several colouring books and pencil sets into a tiny school bag that’s been sitting open on the dining room table. Just as [Y/N] comes skipping into the room in an All-Might tracksuit that they demanded they ‘had to have’ when they saw it at a convention a while ago.

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

Oh shit their face got a fuck ton more bright when he looked down again. Even the mention of U.A on any given day made them bounce around while babbling about how they’d love to be a hero when they got their quirk.

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

No one’s expecting anything entirely different when Aizawa starts class that morning. The only thing that seems slightly out of the ordinary is Bakugo being late. Kirishima is counting through the minutes and soon enough a whole half hour passes without him being there to yell at anyone. Even Midoriya is having a particularly stress-free morning!

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”.

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

Bakugo is almost fuming by the time he drops off the child at his desk, standing by Aizawa to demand - or ask - that he ignore the situation. Number one, [Y/N] got a day off school because of a downtown villain attack, and Mitsuki couldn’t find a babysitter after their current one caught the flu. With no other options and both of his parents going to work early that morning, he had no choice but to drag them along as long as, and quote:

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really.

Halfway through the first lesson of the morning, and little [Y/N] is sitting in the lap of half of his classmates, messing with Hagakure’s invisible hair in utter curiosity, and playing heroes with Midoriya and Kirishima. At which point they all stand on their desks and put their fists in the air yelling ‘Detroit Smash’!

Katsuki just stands and watches as [Y/N] jumps from person to person, playing with quirks and planning out their future hero name. Kaminari is the most excited to stand on his desk and create a fake hero mask out of tape and paper, and theorise all the new quirks that could be made for [Y/N].

‘[Y/N] sit down for God’s sake!’ he growls at them, and they do so as they nestle themselves into a corner of his desk. Katsuki squeezes on with her. ‘No more talking to these... damn extras during class, ok?’

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

‘But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

[Y/N]’s eyes widen a bit, but then they beam at him and nod again, picking up a pencil as if they actually are a student and begin doodling a picture while others begin homework. Aizawa doesn’t collapse into his sleeping bag this time, instead keeping an eye to ensure he isn’t sued later for the death of an unrelated child. Midoriya and Iida are the first ones to finish of course, followed by Katsuki, who has to steal his pages when [Y/N] isn’t looking, handing it across the teacher’s desk with glitter flowers and stars in the margins.

The bell goes to signal the beginning of their hero training, and [Y/N] clutches Katsuki’s hand as they shyly approach the scary-looking racoon man to hand him a (“professionally signed”) artwork by [Y/N] Bakugo. A misshapen house with a cat and a very dead looking racoon.

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

For hero training All-Might stands with his hands on his hips with [Y/N] at his side to help conduct the lesson. Together they order drills and [Y/N] gets to practise their hero voice and pose. The class ends with the whole group playing games and kicking a soccer ball around so they can pretend that [Y/N] has to save it from various situations. Which they do so successfully - “a top-rate hero” in All-Might’s words.

* *

For Katsuki, he’s glad to get home and die in bed when 8:30 rolls around. It’s been non-stop questions and poking and prodding even though he told [Y/N] not to, but they wouldn’t listen! And when they got home Mitsuki hounded him to make sure they hadn’t done anything stupid while at school.

But 9 rolls around and [Y/N]’s socks cast shadows over the door frame, and the door handle jiggles. Katsuki waits and doesn’t move to help them with it. They come padding in with a stuffed Midnight plush, and crawls onto his pillow.

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

And god-fucking-dammit, they look so damn excited to go to school with their big brother that all he can do is turn off his lamp and pull the covers up and pat their hair. He can feel his chest swell with pride, because his sibling wants to come and watch him become a hero.

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be?

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras.

‘Yeah, whatever.’

i really enjoyed writing this!

let me know if you want to request anything, and i'll try my best to get to them as quickly as possible.

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doodle-pops · 1 month

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Modern AU: DILF! Maglor

SFW and NSFW Headcanons

A/N: Once again, I have returned with my modern AU headcanons after so long. I’ve promised you all DILF headcanons for Maglor after it won the poll from last year. Sorry for the long wait. Do enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, breeding, lactation kink

➽ Modern AU Series

SFW

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…has adopted two children, Elrond and Elros and lives in a small-town neighbourhood. Despite his age, he has the most youthful-looking appearance that has all the mothers fawning over him every time he drops his sons off at school. He has a few grey streaks in his hair, but people tend to brush it off as his natural hair colour and not a sign of his ageing.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…catches your eye one day at the supermarket while he’s out buying groceries for his kids. It was Elros who ran off in the middle of shopping and allowed Maglor to bump into you. He was kind enough to pay for your few items.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…finds you cute and when he discovers that you live within the neighbourhood, uses his sons as a means to get you to talk to him since he was nervous in the beginning. When he gains the confidence, he’ll make regular trips to your home and spend the evening cooking and teaching you tips.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who… invites you over for Sunday lunches so you and the twins can bond in the kitchen as you assist them with cooking. He’ll stand in the doorway and observe how perfect you look interacting with his sons, and can’t help himself from thinking how lovely you were for him.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…loves to bring you with him in the mornings whenever he’s dropping off the twins just to make all the other parents jealous. He’ll pull you in for a side hug and swoop in for a peck to make everyone get the hint that he’s taken and you all are a family.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…spends his time off taking all four of you on family-oriented holidays and shows everyone who’s ogling him that he’s taken by the most beautiful partner in the world. He loves to give you tons of kisses and then laugh whenever Elrond and Elros scream ‘ew’ or ‘yuck’.

DILF! Maglor who…smiles brilliantly the first time he hears Elrond and Elros address you as mother/mummy. It was a dream come through and all that he needed to commence the final act…put a ring on your finger and make you his wifey.

NSFW

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…pulls you into the backseat of the car after he dropped his sons off at school for a quick fuck because you two were interrupted this morning by the twins. Everything is sweaty and hot as he folds you into some challenging position to suit the cramped spacing. It becomes a ritual whenever you both have to drop them off at school or pick them up.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…finds the most obscure places to have quickies because the twins are so attached to you, they never wish to give you a break and leave you alone for a second. Sometimes early in the morning as you’re making breakfast, in the shower or in the cabinet when the twins are out of sight…for five minutes.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…takes you to neighbourhood parties the other mothers are hosting to rub it in their faces that there’s no way they can fit themselves in between you two by sneaking away for a quick session in the washroom and hoping that the others hear.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…reads up on lots of medical books for pregnancies because he’s been wanting another child to care for and who else could be more perfect than you to bare his next baby. He ensures that you’re eating right and he’s fucking you enough times a week to increase the chances of impregnation.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…loves to rub your stomach every session and whisper about how you’ll look lovely with a round belly and carrying his child. He praises you all the time to reassure you of any doubt you’re having as he folds you into a deeper mating press before releasing himself into you. Makes you keep his cum in you longer than usual for certainty.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who… is thrilled to learn that you’re pregnant and shares the news with his sons before having a little family celebration. He’ll take you all out for ice cream and let the twins eat as much as they want because he knows it’ll put them to sleep so you and he can celebrate in private back home.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…keeps you active throughout your pregnancy because he’s gravitated towards your belly and how you’re glowing. It’s worse when he observes how the twins constantly surround you, rubbing your growing belly, and talking to their sibling.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…has grown an affinity for your breasts now that they’re all swollen with milk and will massage and squeeze them for you anytime they’re hurting. However, once the baby is born, he finds a way to become useful anytime your breasts leak. Lactation kink unlocked. He adores how plump your breasts have become.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…is blessed for the new addition to his little family and is grateful for having you in his children and his life.

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clockwork-ashes · 3 months

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@sjmromanceweek

Summary: Gwyn and Az go on their first date.

Gwyn had been feeling remarkably brave lately.

Just a couple of months ago, Gwyn had started going on weekly outings with Nesta and Emerie in the city, simply because she felt like it. Just last week, she’d spent several days in Dawn studying some ancient scrolls with no one but Merrill and Ananke as company. Just yesterday, Gwyn had gone with Azriel, Nesta, and Cassian to a new bookshop-cafe overlooking the Sidra.

And just that morning, when Azriel had suggested they go for dessert – only the two of them – Gwyn had said yes without a moment’s hesitation.

Gwyn had, of course, run to Nesta with the news. Gwyn had found her friend curled up on the comfortable couch by one of the library windows, reading a new book. She had thrown herself at the seat, speaking quickly and without a care about having interrupted Nesta’s quiet reading.

“I have to tell Cassian,” Nesta had said, triumph in her blue-grey eyes, her book forgotten at her side. “I knew it, I’ve been telling Cass all week that Az was going to ask you on a date.”

Gwyn had hoped that was what Azriel had been intending, but she had not been entirely sure. All the same, when Nesta had offered to braid her hair and help her find a pretty dress, Gwyn had been quick to take her up on the offer.

Az had come to her dressed in all-black, looking as lovely as ever, and acting as though there was nothing happening that was out of the ordinary.

When Az had taken her hand in his much larger one to winnow them from the House of Wind onto the still-sunny streets of Velaris, Gwyn had brushed it off as a friendly gesture. When Az had not immediately let go, and then had proceeded to interlock their fingers as he led her down the busy, pedestrian-filled walkways, Gwyn still wondered if perhaps she was overthinking and simply assuming Azriel had any sort of romantic intentions.

Perhaps Nesta’s enthusiastic claim that Cassian now owed her for always being right about everything had given Gwyn the wrong impression and had unnecessarily raised her hopes.

Two slices of cake and three cups of coffee later, Gwyn could state with great confidence that Azriel had, in fact, asked her out on a date.

Azriel was holding her hand again as they left the quiet cafe, and Gwyn’s cheeks hurt from how much she’d been smiling. His shadows were trailing lazily behind them, more coming to follow now that the sun had gone down. Azriel held her hand as they walked along the city streets, undeniably so much lovelier at night, all the way back to the House of Wind.

“I don’t believe you.”

“And yet,” Azriel said, a smile in the tone of his voice.

“Black can’t be your favourite colour,” Gwyn shook her head, a few copper strands of hair freeing themselves from her intricate braid, “Too predictable.”

“I also like very, very dark shades of blue,” he replied, amusement lacing the words.

Gwyn’s laughter was loud, unguarded, as Azriel winnowed them right to her room, just outside her door.

“I had a really nice time,” Gwyn told him, hoping he felt the same. She placed her hand on the doorknob just in case Azriel had had an awful night and she needed to escape to her room and not have to face him until training.

“That’s a relief,” Az smiled, and Gwyn thought she had never seen anything lovelier. “Nesta threatened to gut me with a soup spoon if you came home unhappy.”

Gwyn laughed and one of Azriel’s shadows darted towards the fingers she still had lingering by the door.

“Goodnight, Gwyn.”

Gwyn was planning to wish Azriel a goodnight, maybe even be forward enough to suggest they do something like this again sometime soon.

The Gwyn of a few months ago would have done just that, but she was feeling a small pull, ever so gentle, towards Azriel. And, as Gwyn had noticed, she was feeling remarkably brave lately.

Azriel was standing so close, his wings making it seem as though only the space between them existed. Holding his wrist, careful to make it quick so she would not lose her courage, Gwyn got on the tips of her toes and kissed Azriel, only for a brief moment, on the lips. She felt her cheeks burning, her heart beating thunderously in her ears.

“Good night,” Gwyn breathed, rushing into her room to rather rudely slam the door shut. Despite her best efforts not to give Azriel one last look, she still managed to catch the surprised smile on his face.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #gwyneth berdara #azriel #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #sjmromanceweek2024 #ashes writes sometimes

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ravenmichaelisstuff · 1 year

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"Better late than never" part 9

COLORING BOOK

Since Soap learned how to make Ghost’s tea, a cup of it waited for him every morning right next to Johnny's coffee- prompting the lieutenant to sit next to the Scot. Ghost didn’t really need any prompting, Ghost’s place was always right next to Soap after he saved him that place on the plane.

Although today there was something extra next to his mug when he sat in the mess hall.

“What’s that?” Ghost gestured at the item.

“‘Hello, Soap.’ Hi Lt! ‘Thanks for the tea Soap.’ No problem Sir.” The sergeant said to himself, looking disappointed at the taller man. Ghost just blinked at Soap, unamused. Soap rolled his eyes. “Just something for you to do while I am gone.”

“What do you mean?”

“I will be showing our future demolition experts how to properly blow up some old buildings a little farther away from the base. I will be back for supper.” The Scot was visibly excited, rubbing his hands together, already thinking about all the things he will set ablaze that day.

“Why without me?” Everyone knew that they were attached at the hip, even if the lieutenant would rather eat a bullet than admit that. They were always sent on missions as a team, they worked great together. They even trained rookies together since if Ghost were to do it alone the poor bastards would be dead by the end of it. Soap had a way more friendly demeanour. Recruits not only liked the sergeant but he had this special ability to encourage them to do better- not for him but for themselves.

Ghost knew that Soap is a better leader, better than he himself will ever be. Johnny was charismatic and kind, always putting everyone else before himself. And Soap was so fucking smart, it brought Ghost physical pain to see him dumb it down for the entertainment of others. People would follow after Soap in battle, Ghost would and honestly he hopes that he will survive to see the day Johnny gets to be a captain. Because he fucking deserves it.

But that’s not the point right now- why today they got separated?

“From what ah’ know you are no expert on explosives so there is no reason for ye to tag along. Gaz will be joining me, and as a lieutenant, you have better things to do, don’t ye?”

Ghost frowned under the balaclava, he didn’t like leaving Soap alone and being left alone on base- or more like he didn’t like not having the Scot by his side. Ghost can pretend to be annoyed with Soap, but he is aware that the man makes his days a little bit more tolerable.

“Ah, Lt… you make a face lik’ ye actually gonna miss me.” Soap laughed.

“Piss off, you can’t see my face.” But MacTavish was right, he will miss him- even if only for a few hours.

“Ye are easier to read than you think Simon.” Soap looked him in the eyes, smiling softly. “I gotta go or Price will kill me for delaying shit again.” He got up and patted Ghost’s shoulder.

“Don’t teach them to make makeshift nukes in their’s room.”

“When it’s all the fun!” Shouted Soap, disappearing behind the exit doors. Ghost couldn’t stop a chuckle from coming out under his balaclava.

Ghost was going to take his tea to his room since without Johnny there was no point in sitting in a crowded space, but his attention came back to the mysterious objects. He grabbed the first one, which was a small tin box filled with coloured pencils- way nicer that the crayons they used once for doodling. The pencils weren’t in the usual vibrant rainbow colours but in nicely toned down, darker ones. Every single pencil was engraved with gold writing ‘Prismacolor’, Ghost never saw pencils like that. His knowledge of art supplies was very limited. All he knew was that the HB pencil is the best only because Johnny said so.

The second thing turned out to be a colouring book, but not just any colouring book. With Soap there was no normal. The front page of it read ‘Fuck off! I am colouring’ which was honestly amusing to Ghost. He thumbed through the pages, only briefly looking at the designs. They were all filled with swear words.

Soap expected Ghost to colour it, but he was sure that the thing will be probably lying somewhere in his room, untouched. Kept only because he got it from Johnny.

Ghost didn’t even get to take his tea to his room when his phone lit up. He got a message from Price

‘My office. NOW.’

The Brit groaned and walked to his Captain’s office, colouring book and pencils stuffed in his pocket.

***

Ghost had enough of that day, the world seemed to hate him.

First, when he entered Price’s office he was met with an apologetic look from the older man. They weren’t alone in the room, a middle-aged woman introduced herself and said she was a major. She looked very pissed. She showed them some papers with numbers that Ghost didn’t understand, telling him that there is too many KIAs on the missions he leads. That he should be better because that is what they expected.

No one had in mind that Ghost was usually being sent on a literal mission impossible like he was some kind of sorcerer that could make a shit intel about very dangerous ‘whatever’ work only because he is the Ghost. People expected him to perform miracles, but in the end, he was the one collecting dog tags from the fallen soldiers. It wasn’t even like he didn’t blame himself- because he did. He blamed himself for ever agreeing to lead the mission, to ever allow it to happen. Sometimes he felt like the shit intel wasn’t at fault- maybe he really could make better decisions?

Price couldn’t stand the woman any longer and he very nicely told her that they have some important things to discuss. The woman left, saying that she will be back if the numbers don’t go down.

“People are not a statistic you can change, son. Don’t pay attention to the old hag.“ Price tried to sympathize.

It didn’t make Ghost feel any better about himself, he just stood in the middle of the office waiting for Price to dismiss him. The man signed.

“I will make sure not to take tasks from her ever again. You can go.”

Ghost never left that room so fast. He felt like shit.

Then his hands were trembling for the rest of the day. He wanted to clean some of his guns but he couldn’t do it so he went to his room thinking he could catch up with his paperwork. But it only made it worse since he had to write reports from those forsaken failed missions. He caught himself wishing Johnny was there to help him, to just speak endlessly about his day so Ghost can listen and forget for a while about everything else.

Ghost looked forward to the dinner.

***

As soon as it was past 6 pm Ghost started to worry, because Soap didn’t yet barge in blabbering about all the explosives he got to detonate today. Ghost knew that the sergeant knew what he was doing, but he didn’t know all the rookies and their abilities. He pushed that filling away and went to the mess hall thinking that maybe Soap was simply hungry after the course and stopped there to eat something.

But he wasn’t there. The training must have just extended in time.

Ghost grabbed himself a meal and sat at an empty table hoping that the Scot will finally show up. While he was at it something fell out of his pocket- the colouring book. He picked it up.

Fuck it

He also put the pencils on the table. Ghost went through the pages in search for something interesting. He picked one with ‘Ask your doctor if shutting the fuck up is right for you.’ in the middle- it made him smirk.

He picked a pencil and started filling out the design. He was surprised to get really into it. He was extremely focused on not going over the lines, filling the space in the colour pattern he choose. The pencils were extremely smooth and glided on paper with no problem allowing him to blend the colours with no problem when he realized that he can. No one will stop him and tell him to fill out one area only with a single colour. At some point his hands stopped trembling, Soap calmed him down even from far way.

***

When Soap came back buzzing with all the good feelings blowing stuff brought him, he didn’t expect to see what he did. Even if he was late for supper with Gaz, Ghost was still sitting there hunched over the damn colouring book he got him. He was completely engrossed in it- John smiled. What made him even more satisfied were the looks Ghost received from everyone around him.

The soldiers remaining in the mess hall looked flabbergasted, Even Gaz who stood next to him looked mildly surprised to see the big ol’ Ghost so focused on colouring.

“I told ye getting him the good pencils will be worth it.” Soap crossed his arms and looked at Garrick.

Kyle shook his head with a chuckle. “You would get him the expensive ones even if he were to throw them away. Which he wouldn’t.”

“Yeah… I would.”

Gaz ruffled Soap’s hair. “You are a whipped, man.”

And yeah, there was no point in denying it.

I struggled at the start but when I got into it it was really nice to write. I am a little worried that I am focusing on stuff not relevant to the prompt but it really helps me build the story. I hope you all like it and I love to read your thoughts <3 PROMPT BY @/Riolee on Ao3 and expanded by @u5an5

Part 1

#no beta we die like Ghost's family #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #cod #cod mw2 #soap cod #soap mctavish #cod modern warfare #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #soap x ghost #ghostsoap fanfic #cod headcanons #cod soap #cod fanfic #soapghost fluff #bltn soapghost fic

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I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though.

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! completely platonic and wholesome fluff. some swearing from bakugo a few times but that comes with the territory lol

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”.

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really.

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

‘But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

* *

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be?

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras.

‘Yeah, whatever.’

i really enjoyed writing this!

let me know if you want to request anything, and i'll try my best to get to them as quickly as possible.

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uniquevoidflowers · 4 months

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Four's Birthday part 3!!!

“Hurry, hurry!” Wind urged, a grin on his face.

The colours obliged and went into a building. “Happy Birthday!” All the chain cheered.

Red gasped and his eyes sparkled with awe as he looked around. Blue yelped before softening and smiling. Green was stunned for a second before wrapping an arm around Red and grinning as well. Vio crossed his arms with a smile and a blush creeping up on his face.

“Thank you!” Red said, with tears in his eyes.

“No need to thank us, you did a lot of the planning.” Hyrule piped up.

The room was decorated with red, blue, green, and violet colours, lights dancing across walls and the ceiling. Tables were littered with various foods and beverages, a birthday cake standing tall in the back. Vio inspected the cake, eyes glimmering. Red dove for the snacks and drinks, giggling. Blue inspected the many gifts sitting on another table, smiling genuinely. Green stood there, glad to see his brothers grinning and enjoying themselves.

The sailor ran up to Red and began babbling about how amazing Wild was at cooking and baking. The cook in question scratched the back of his head as he flushed and the rancher laughed and clapped him on the back.

Legend looked soft for once, and he turned on some background music. Blue wandered off and ended up beside the veteran who started teasing him. “Seems you got soft.”

“Same to you.” Blue shot back, although didn’t deny the vet.

“What? Me? Soft? Never.” Legend shook his head.

Blue rolled his eyes and grabbed a beverage. “You know you were supposed to go clothes shopping earlier, right? Something about not being in a dirty tunic during a ‘special event’ like this.” Legend huffed.

The blue link blinked and then scowled. “No. Wind never told us.”

Legend sighed. “Of course he didn’t.”

“What’d you expect?” Blue huffed.

The vet gave a soft snort. “Anyways, I saw you staring at the gifts.”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe I was simply admiring the wrapping paper.” Blue said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Nice isn’t it? You can thank me for that.” Legend retorted.

“Well thank you for all your kindness, and softness, and care.” Blue smirked.

Legend sputtered. “Not what I meant!”

Meanwhile the old man wandered over to Vio. “The champion certainly has incredible skills.”

Vio startled a little and then nodded. “Indeed. I must get a recipe from him as soon as possible, and the design just fascinates me. How he knows exactly what me and the others enjoy and incorporates that in a cake, is beyond me.”

“Make sure to tell him that later.” Time chuckled.

Vio smiled. “I will. I’m glad you guys did this. Blue is smiling for once, Green isn’t trying to be more than he is, Red isn’t crying…”

“You all deserve this.” Time said.

“That’s…Thank you.”

“Well, this is your birthday too. What are you hoping you get?” Time wondered.

“Oh! Well, some books on dark magic and maybe mirrors would be helpful. Other books of course, none that I can name of the top of my head though.” Vio answered.

Time chuckled. “Is that so?”

“Yes. I have a project I’m working on, to…put myself at ease I suppose.” Vio responded cryptically.

Time hummed. “Dark magic is not something to be meddled with unless absolutely necessary.” He stared at the violet link with piercing eyes. “You better have good intentions.”

“Y-Yes it’s…not just for myself. For one of my friends.” Vio looked away.

Time sat there for a second before nodding. “You said mirrors? Interesting.”

Vio said nothing. Time sighed. “Well I can worry about that another day. Tell me more about your friend.”

“He wasn’t my friend at first but he had a change of heart.” Vio murmured.

Time listened as Vio continued.

Wind gasped. “So you had a fairy on your adventures too?!”

“Well for a little bit! She helped me!” Red responded in between mouthfuls of food, grinning.

“I had one on my second quest. Her name was Ciela. She had lost her memory but she embodied courage.” Wind explained.

“Was she nice?” Red asked.

Wind nodded. “What happened to her?” Red asked bluntly.

“Oh uh I guess…I lost her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Wind shrugged. Red wrapped him in a hug instantly. “Anyway, that’s enough about me.” The sailor grabbed a pastry. “Do you have any fun stories from your adventures?”

The red link though for a moment before nodding. “There was the time we thought Vio betrayed us.”

The sailor gestured for him to go on, looking surprised. “Well, before that the four of us got split up. The fairy I was talking about earlier helped me save Blue from being frozen forever. We went and found Vio…or an illusion of Vio..? and he told us that Green was dead, but we found out quickly that it was fake. Then we almost got eaten by a monster. Then we found Green and went to Vio who was at Death Mountain, sitting on a throne. He was with Sha-err our shadow and Vio pretended to betray us, saying we were drowning him? I dunno. But anyway, Green and Vio fought, it was quite scary, and then Vio knocked him unconscious. We all thought Green had died, and so did our shadow. So Vio left, and the fairy told us Green was alive. Green awoke and then told us that Vio had used the not pointy end of the sword to defeat him, and he was really trying to get more information from the enemy.” Red explained.

Wind blinked a couple of times before nodding, barely comprehending what was being said. “Yeah it was really scary, but we got Vio back in the end and…never mind. Do you have any cool stories?” Red asked.

“Well…”

After awhile the traveller approached Green. “How’s it going?”

Green startled but saw Hyrule and laughed a little. “Good, good. You guys really know how to party.”

The traveller laughed too. “Well, that was mostly the others.”

Green doubted that, the traveller often thought he was doing less than he really was, but he didn’t say anything. “Do you wanna dance?” Hyrule blurted out, pointing to the spot near where the background music was playing.

“Sure.” Green shrugged and Hyrule led him there, a little embarrassed.

Green began dancing along to the music, grinning. Hyrule looked a little nervous but then as the green link laughed at his moves, Hyrule joined. Green saw Legend notice and turn up the volume.

The traveller was great at dancing, actually.

The veteran hero looked proud. Green saw Blue staring at him and gestured for him to ‘come here’. Blue instantly shook his head no. “C’mon Blue!” Green called.

Blue scowled and muttered something before walking up to the dance floor. “I hate you.” Blue hissed.

“You love me.” Green smirked and Blue began cursing under his breath as he danced.

[Insert Green telling corny jokes to Hyrule while Blue covers his ears dramatically]

“You’re absolutely horrible.” Blue snapped.

“Mhm. I bet you secretly like my jokes.” Green joked.

“Shut up.” Blue replied.

Green laughed and Red bounced over with the sailor. “You want to hear my awesome jokes, Red?” Green teased.

Red’s face scrunched up. Green gasped dramatically. “Are you implying my jokes are bad?!”

“Yeah.” Red said.

Green gaped. Blue snorted. “I thought they were brilliant.” Time sighed.

“Of course you would think they were good old man.” Legend drawled.

Red giggled. “I don’t know what you mean.” Time insisted and whispered something in Green’s ear. Green stifled a laugh. “Oh, come on!” Blue growled.

“It was a mistake coming over here.” Legend lamented.

“Agreed.” Blue mumbled.

“Hey guys, what do you call a—“

“NO! No, just no.” Blue yelped.

Time snickered, mischief glimmering in his eyes. “Y’all let’s open gifts now!” Wild demanded.

“Perfect timing.” Legend stopped the music and they all gathered around the gifts.

“Uhh, Green first.” Sky declared.

Green was handed a box wrapped in his colour, and tore the wrapping paper off. He saw a new sword, the Triforce engraved near the green hilt. He made sure he was out of the way and swung the blade around. “This is powerful…” he muttered.

“It’s from all of us, but the old man got the blade.” Sky informed him.

“Thank you so much.” Green said and put it on the table.

Sky picked a random gift off the table and handed it to Vio. Vio carefully ripped the wrapping paper off to reveal a woodcarving of a mirror. “This is incredible!” Vio exclaimed, examining the piece with awe.

“He’s going to be asking questions about it later.” Green whispered into the traveller’s ear.

Hyrule giggled slightly. “Thank you.” Vio murmured and set the piece down on the table next to Green’s sword.

“Next is…Red!” Sky decided and handed Red a bag.

Red took his time setting the tissue paper down nicely and then pulled out a knitted blanket. The blanket was red of course, and it had hearts all over it. Red gasped happily. “This is so cooool! Thank you, thank you!” Red squealed and then asked, “Who made it?”

Warriors nudged Legend who rolled his eyes and said, “I did.”

Red ran and hugged the veteran who froze and then hesitantly hugged him back. Then the red link hugged all the others. After he was done the skyloftian handed Blue a gift. Blue tore off the wrapping paper and Green leaned over to see a hammer, the Triforce engraved on it and blue cloth wrapped around the hilt. “Fuck yeah!” Blue cheered.

Red giggled at his reaction. "Language!"

“Thank you I guess.” Blue mumbled and set the hammer on the table next to the other items.

“You guess?” Time teased.

Blue rolled his eyes. “If you keep rolling your eyes like that your eyes are going to get stuck.” Green said jokingly. Blue blinked slowly and then scowled.

“Next we have a gift for you all.” Sky announced.

The colours perked up curiously. They saw four woodcarvings of the Four Sword, knitted ribbon wrapped around the wooden hilts, each in different colours. Red was crying with tears of happiness, Vio looked soft, Blue was grinning, and Green examined it in awe. “Thank you!” They chorused.

The chain chuckled. “It’s all thanks to the chosen and the veteran, actually. They worked very hard at the gifts.” Hyrule chimed in.

The chosen blushed and the veteran scratched the back of his head. Red pulled them in a hug and then they all began talking about the gifts, and how much fun this whole thing was. Wild handed out cake, saying “Y’all better eat this.”

“Woah this is really good!” Green exclaimed and shoved the cake in his mouth.

“It’s just a simple vanilla cake since the town didn’t have anything else.” Wild shrugged.

“Doesn’t mean the cake isn’t any worse.” Blue retorted.

Green took that to mean the blue link really liked it as well. “Ah yes, I definitely need the recipe.” Vio said to himself.

“I’ll write it down!” Wild called and scrambled to get a pen.

Time chuckled. “Well boys, I think this day has been pretty successful. However there’s still something to be done. The party will go on longer.”

Green remembered and swore. They had to give the old man the bottle. Who had it? Wind. Wind did. The sailor looked at Vio who facepalmed and whispered something to Red. Red nodded and then started wailing at the top of his lungs, tears gushing out of his eyes. Green tapped Time on the shoulder and pulled him away while the chain tried to see why Red was crying. Vio hurried over but the veteran noticed. “What are you doing?” He called, narrowing his eyes.

“We need to talk to Time because…” Green trailed off.

“He wanted to know what our favourite foods were before the party ends.” Vio finished, elbowing the green link slightly.

The veteran seemed to accept that answer as he nodded and turn back to the commotion. “What have you got?” Time whispered.

Vio pulled out the golden bee. The old man stifled a snort. “What does this do for me?” He asked quietly.

“The shopkeeper said monsters don’t stand a chance to the bee.” Vio hissed.

The old man contemplated this and then nodded. “It’ll do. Now go comfort your brother.” He said, winking.

“Green get your ass over here.” Blue growled.

Green ran and hugged Red whispering reassurances before the red link sniffled and “finally” calmed down. Red and Green walked away and the chain relaxed. Legend turned up the music and they danced until Time deemed it time to go. The colours collected their gifts, Wild and Twilight collected the leftover food and the others collected decorations. They retreated to the inn and Time left to go get supper for the chain. “That was one awesome birthday party.” Red murmured.

“Yeah. I’m going to be using this sword soon.” Green smirked and slashed his new sword around, being careful not to hit anything. “Don’t get me wrong the Four Sword’s great but I could use a new weapon.”

“This hammer will be pretty useful. My other one is damaged.” Blue hummed.

Red was nestled in the blanket on the bed. Vio had the wooden mirror sitting beside him, and there was a glint in his eye. The only reason the colours were split right now is because it was their birthdays and they had needed to split in their last battle. It felt refreshing though.

Time returned and handed everyone slices of pizza, and soon everyone was laughing and chatting. Warriors strategized with Vio. Sky chatted with Red, making sure he was okay. Legend and Blue stuck together again, bantering playfully. Time and Green chatted amicably, just about the day and the old man asked abruptly, “Do you know why Vio is interested in dark magic?”

Green stiffened. “What?”

Time repeated himself. “Do you not know?” He questioned.

“No, I know…” Green hesitated then said, “He wants to get a friend back.”

The old man softened. “Just make sure he doesn’t go too far, okay?”

“I won’t let that happen.” Green assured him.

#unique writes #linked universe #lu green #lu vio #lu blue #lu red #lu time #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu sky #birthday #fluff

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ryuichirou · 14 days

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And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Anonymous asked:

I’m sorry you went through all that crap. I hope things are better for you. ):

Oh, if you’re talking about the situation from my past, then yeah, it’s much better now! Thank you so much for your concern <3 It is very sweet of you.

However, we do have a more serious situation on our hands right now, but I won’t go into details. This blog is for discussing the colour of Idia’s nipples, not this.

Speaking of which…

Anonymous asked:

I want to lick Idia’s chest. Apologies.

Quickly, Anon, Ortho is holding him just for you to lick! Ahh shoot he ran way…

Anonymous asked:

a lot of people tend to forget we’re asking you about /your/ hcs. and it’s perfectly ok if we disagree! what fun would the internet be without different opinions (the only valid hc is rook’s love language is stalking lol).

anyways who out of the cast do you think would own yaoi manga/doujins? personally i think idia would. maybe. if it’s physical/paper he can hide his naughty stuff from ortho and his mom…

Exactly! A lot of things influence the way people come up with ideas, this is such a complex thing, of course not everything is going to cater to everyone – this is simply impossible. Picking and choosing and reading stuff that interests you while avoiding things that annoy or hurt you is always the way to go.

(Rook’s love language is stalking, fuck yeah lol)

Oh, that’s a fun question. I feel like Idia would be the only one, and he would also probably have this excuse/explanation, like he really isn’t into BL, but this particular work is just very good, it has great art style, good writing + Idia’s favourite artist was influenced by this manga/series of doujins, so of course he had to get it, this is an important otaku artifact! And OF COURSE it’s paper, that’s the whole point! Even if it’s smutty, it’s art!

Ortho could start getting into BL himself; he would start by reading this one manga that Idia owns lol Idia was sure he’d hidden it well.

The rest of the cast strike me as normies… but hey, Lilia could have some! If he has any manga at all, I can imagine him owning a BL book just ‘cause. But since he probably bought it years ago when he was traveling around the TWST equivalent of Japan, it might be a bit outdated lol And probably a little cursed, which is why Lilia got so into this book back then.

Anonymous asked:

I just think it’s cool how you’re so detailed with the characters and their personality/psychology etc. You could even explain how each of them would go skydiving and I’d think, “yeah, they would do that.” Toodles.

Thank you so much, Anon! It truly means a lot. This is one of the most fun parts of writing replies and drawings stuff, to be honest: the cast is so good that the jokes write themselves sometimes lol

If only I knew enough about skydiving to write or draw something about it…but thankfully, we have a lot of other things to do. 💪

Thank you for enjoying our stuff, I am very happy to hear that.

Anonymous asked:

That's just fucking wrong. Jade is EXTREMELY well behaved for a Leech. "ill behaved" my ASS!!!

+Anonymous asked:

TO BE CLEAR IM JOKING JADE IS A FUCKING FREAK MENACE

LOL YOU’RE GOOD ANON, no worries! <3

“For a Leech”!!! Exactly! Which means he isn’t well-behaved at all!

Anonymous asked:

my guy, my friend,, my buddy,,,,

a hetalia mention? in 2024? why would you do this to us? 😭

Anon dear… Hetalia is a party that is never over 🥳🥳🥳 It forced itself into our lives in 2009 and has been there ever since.

In all seriousness, we do come back to it from time to time; some of the drawings that we have for it are pretty recent!

#replies

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sinistergooseberries · 4 months

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SALAAR (SPOILER ALERT)

continuing my tags from a previous post (sorry 😭 @deadloverscity) : like i said, i do think salaar is a good story so far. I like the world-building, I like the tribe coalition system that becomes a background for our story, and i like the fact that varadha and deva are in a toxic yaoi relationship.

im not gonna lie tho, i just haaaate the cinematography and lighting in prashant neel's movies. it's always a bad time there. It's like slapping a vignette over every frame of the movie, and it takes away any colour whatsoever. I understand that he wants to go for a dark vibe, but trust me, dark vibes can be achieved even without making the entire movie dark and invisible. I literally cannot see the actors doing any action! It's bad! It's not enjoyable. As a typical Telugu moviegoer (and assuming the movie was made for a predominantly telugu audience), I enjoy a somewhat vibrant colour scheme. So far, in all of our movies and even the mega movies (if you have watched RRR and Baahubali) there is a lot colour and imagery going on in the movies. I think in Prashant neel's cinemas, all of this is taken away. He has a set of colours that appear in his films consistently - which are black, grey and red. This colour scheme i feel, if repeatedly used, can be a bit boring and may take away the vibrance of the story. the stark contrasts (imo) do not emphasise the story, they overshadow it. still, take this w a grain of salt.

However, considering the fact that this is just his fourth film, ill cut him some slack. But man, if he is going to make movies for a telugu audience, i hope he lets go of the vignette filter.

next, the worldbuilding. i like it - here is a country that is completely separated from india, yet dictates certain aspects of it. i like that they chose an isolated place that evolves in parallel with the mainland, but retains the values of the tribes, making this place mythical and real at the same time. i was really intrigued by the tribe lore - about how the mannars ousted the shouryangas, and how rajamannar basically went against his own father's rule-book and is now facing dire consequences from bharava, whose tribe has the right to the throne right now. i also love love love loveeeeeee the fact that deva is the rightful heir to the throne - and also also the fact that whether he knows about this or not is left ambiguous. i love how this adds another layer to amma's hatred of khansaar and OH. MY. GOD. chef's kiss i love it.

as a personal taste, i don't like violence and epic fights tm overshadowing the narrative, which i feel the movie does. however, kannada film-making might be different. idk, i havent seen many kannada films other than kantara and kgf. the former is good i absolutely love it - the story is fantastic, the fight scenes are chumma, ufff i can praise it for days. the latter is pretty meh for me.

another thing i love about the movie is.. well, varadha and deva. dude, what is up with telugu guys unintentionally making queer movies these days? what is up with that yallll??? ohmygod. when i tell you that i smelled the romance im not lying. dude. dudeee. the whole friends to enemies to (maybe) friends/lovers arc theyve got going on? oooh baby i can feel the fanfics writing themselves. the whole soaked in blood-fighting-together scene? it was a miracle i wasnt jumping up and down on my seat. the dialogue in that scene 'i have friends more handsome than you' and then varadha getting kinda jealous and shit. lovely. the whole don't touch him thing that deva has got going on - baby boy just kiss him. and man. it's beautiful tragic and im writing a fanfic.

soo yeah this is my rant about salaar. im expecting something from it lol.

#salaar

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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Office Christmas Party

We all know the Office Christmas Party season is in full effect. You: office manager. Bob: your admin. A Chris Beck (The Martian) self-repost from - ha - 2016, now an ode to Lt. BCG’s himself, Bob Floyd. A short, fluffy AU. 1.5k.

“Hot date?” you joked, sidling up to your administrative assistant as his long, slender fingers drifted across the screen of his phone, sitting on top of the desk of his workspace. He looked up with a shy smile, pocketing his phone and raising his champagne in the plastic glass instead. “I see boss lady forked out for the fancy crystalware this year,” you murmured to yourself, disappointed while he couldn’t resist scoffing and he offered you a glass of your own that he’d been saving.

“There wasn’t room in the budget,” he reminded you, nudging his glasses up his nose. “Not after the cuts made last financial year. Don’t beat yourself up. There’s free booze, who’s to argue with that?”

“It would have been nice to leave the office. Have a nice meal,” you continued before sighing, taking heed that your employees were at least enjoying themselves at that moment. Bob wriggled the glass again, hoping to distract you. “Thank you,” you gratefully accepted it. At least it was the good stuff, you realised, relaxing into the taste. “Merry Christmas, Bob.”

“Merry Christmas, boss,” he nodded solemnly as you both took a sip. “Don’t dock my pay for this because I know you respect honesty above all else and I would hate for it to backfire on me, but that jumper will definitely win the ‘ugly sweater’ comp later tonight,” he joked quietly, his amused smile wide and stony blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Ballsy,” you commented with a snicker. “You’re right. That is a good way to dock your pay.”

He laughed heartedly. “I’m sorry. I take it back,” he raised his glass in mock surrender.

“My boyfriend actually got it for me last Christmas as a gag gift, he knew I’d hate it but he’s taking me to dinner later tonight so I’m going to wear this, just in spite of him,” you said as Bob chuckled, lightly shaking his head. “I am glad I got an occasion to wear it. You know, really get something out of it and make him regret it.”

“What a horrible guy. You should dump him if this is the kind of thing he gifts you,” he took another sip of his champagne nervously as you raised an eyebrow at him before you giggled quietly at his gall.

“Maybe so,” you joked back to put him at ease. You both took in the scene around you. Your co-workers milling around with their champagne flutes jovially; the white and colourful Christmas lights strung across workstations and flashing brightly; the mail boy trotting around to lay kisses on the cheeks of all under the guise of the mistletoe he was holding; tinsel being used as scarves and selfies, selfies, selfies galore of happy employees – you were relieved to see everyone so pleased even if it was such an underwhelming celebration. “I saw that you extended our morning meeting time tomorrow,” you whispered.

Bob nodded, pushing back his long dirty blonde hair, nervously. “If you don’t mind?”

“Of course not, as long as I have the time on the other side.”

“You’re not booked back-to-back,” he confirmed. “It won’t take the time I’ve allocated.”

“No problem. Off the record?” you began as he gave you his attention and straightened to his full height.

“Off the record,” he cleared his throat. “I will be putting in my resignation.”

You nodded, trying to hide your disappointment. You were aware this was coming. Robert Floyd was far too intelligent to be trapped as your assistant for the rest of your careers and you’d heard through the grapevine that he had passed up a few jobs to stay where he was, which was a little upsetting. You didn’t want to hold him back and you certainly did not want him to feel obligated to stay. You dragged him in for a meeting a few months earlier to remind him that his potential was being wasted, regardless of what he thought his obligation was to you. You had a few contacts with other companies that could develop him further than you offered though he blatantly refused – he wanted to do things his way and without your influence which you respected immensely. “I’m devastated but I knew this was coming. I appreciate you staying with me as long as you have, Bob.”

“I’ve really enjoyed working with you. And I should thank you for giving me such a good reference. They mentioned that they called you already.”

“Really, it’s no problem. We sound like a mutual admiration society,” you scoffed, sipping your champagne.

Bob finally laughed, bringing a dimple to his handsome features. “True, we’re much too jaded for that.”

“Exactly,” you agreed as Mariah Carey blasted through the office and half the employees started happily/drunkenly screaming the lyrics to All I Want for Christmas is You. “When do I lose you?”

“MISTLETOE!” the mail boy bellowed, dangling the piece of red and green plastic above your heads as you and Bob looked at each other, alarmed.

“Ahh, no,” you spoke up immediately. “No, no. Not happening. Please be advised I am Mr Floyd’s manager.”

“I’m her subordinate,” Bob reiterated. “I don’t think we need to remind you of the ramifications of those actions,” Bob pointed out thoughtfully to the young man who was now ashen. Bob smacked his arm in that traditional bro-style – you were thankful to Bob for taking charge in the only way dudes can for each other.

“Fuck,” he muttered as you bit back a giggle at his language – this was not going well for him. “I’m so sorry – ” he tried as you shook your head, trying to hide your grin.

“It’s okay, just drop the mistletoe and move along,” you hinted.

“Yes, boss,” he said, before slinking away, mortified. You both laughed quietly.

“His intentions were good,” Bob told you as you nodded.

“So?” you gave Bob your attention again.

“Start of next year,” he confirmed. “I’ll finish the year out, but my notice is two weeks then I’m taking a few days to take my girlfriend away for Christmas.”

You sighed but forced a smile. “Well, congratulations, Bob. You deserve it. I wish the company wasn’t losing you, but you’ll thrive wherever you go,” you raised your glass as he did the same and took a sip. “Well, I’m going to head out. I don’t want to stay and cramp everyone’s style with the boss being here.”

“No,” Bob insisted. “Stay. Everyone wants you to take us out to a bar with your corporate card later,” he teased as you grinned.

“No, no,” you put the plastic flute on the desk before you. “I don’t want to have to haul anyone in and grant warnings on Monday. And if I didn’t see it, it didn’t happen,” you said decisively.

Bob nodded. “Fair,” he agreed.

You stood up and removed the Santa hat on your head before affixing it to Bob’s. “Ahh, lovely. Really brings out the blue in your eyes,” you said as the globe at the end flicked on and off dimly. “Make sure they don’t burn this place to the ground, huh?”

He chuckled quietly, dropping his eyes. “I’ll try.”

“Enjoy your night, Bob,” you told him and headed to your office to organise yourself and make a discreet exit. You closed the office door, the sounds of the joy of the season quietening. Fixing your hair, you gave your make-up a light touch-up and spritzed on your partner’s favourite perfume. Jacket on, rugged up in your snuggly scarf and bag you’re your shoulder, you gave yourself another quick once over in preparation for your date before you re-opened the door and the wall of Christmas sound hit you again.

Spying Bob standing tall among a gaggle of other admin, you knew he had a bit of a reputation around the office as a heartthrob, in that sweet nerd way, you supposed. Of course, you knew, it wasn’t lost on you how handsome he was. How sweet and friendly – but you caught yourself before getting swept up in those thoughts about him.

You gave him a small smile and wink before ducking through people and snuck out to the elevator. You waited until it arrived and stepped in eagerly, relishing in the Christmas muzik and found your phone, seeing the influx of missed work calls and texts, one text standing out and piquing your interest the most.

Bobby Floyd: I know I’m an asshole for getting you that jumper last Christmas but I love that you’re wearing it just for me right now. I’ll prefer it on the floor with the rest of our clothes when I get my hands on you later tonight. I love you, I will meet you at the restaurant soon, lover xoxo

You smiled openly, happy in the privacy of the elevator. It had been a strange year, hiding your relationship from your co-workers. You were so sad that Bob had landed the job of his dreams and that you wouldn’t be working together anymore. He’d told you all about the job, and you were just thrilled for him, but not seeing his cheeky grin outside your office every day would be… different. Maybe a little sad. You’d just have to contend with it at home instead. But he deserved this, and you would celebrate with him as he deserved and for the season later.

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When I was a kid I used to love Britney Spears. Her music videos fascinated me - they were colourful and they seemed to have a story to tell, so I adored watching them and making up my own stories that went along with what was happening on the screen. I didn't know English back then at all, so I didn't understand a word, but her songs brought me joy and I adored her.

When I got a bit older, around maybe 8 or 9, it turned out that liking Britney Spears is BAD TM. Because she is a stupid blonde, you see. My parents told me I was too smart to listen to trashy pop. They helped me get the CDs, yes, but they were always given to me with a 'eh, I hope you will grow out of it soon'. I was a smart kid, I shouldn't listen to stupid things.

My peers also mocked Britney, telling me all the other artists that were better to listen to, like Christina Aguilera. She was the smart, edgy blonde, so if I had to listen to silly songs, then I could at least pick a more mature, better option.

There were other artists I listened to, of course, it's not like Britney was the only one that spoke to me, but when I learned English enough to understand what the songs were about, I grew to like them more - the songs about trying to be your own person, about not accepting what other people tell you you should be. About parents deciding what you should do and like. They resonated with me, even though I was 'too smart' for that sort of music.

As most kids do, I started to hide it. When I was 10, maybe 11, I made a very good impression of being over it. I listened to Rammstein now, sometimes to Linkin Park. It was much better, according to many.

My dad told me he was proud of me when I told him I enjoyed Sabaton. "Finally, you grew out of your stupid era!"

I was sufficiently shamed by that point to never mention my Britney Spears phase. It was the butt of jokes at family dinners still, because it was such a funny thing for a kid to like silly music. Now that the kid was over it, we should mock it as viciously as possible. Just in case said kid wants to revert to the old ways.

To be completely honest, I copied that approach - my victim of choice was Adele. It was in high school already, and I absolutely abhorred her songs. I found them whiny, overhyped, unnecessarily tearful and man-oriented, they all sounded the same to my ears, so whenever someone said that their favourite song was something of Adele's, my first thought was 'but you are smart? Why her?'

Fast-forward to now, and with Britney Spears's book released, it turns out that listening to her is okay now. It's feminist. It's fine and even good to say outright that you are a fan. Because she is a victim of abuse now, so it's fine and morally correct to like her. Her songs and lyrics have value now. Curious.

The thing is, I truly did grow out from my Britney phase. I retain some sentiment for a few songs, but either it's simply not who I am anymore, or I successfully eradicated my interest in her to stop feeling ashamed whenever her name comes up in a conversation. Doesn't matter which one it is, the effect is the same.

However, now I am old enough to see that what was done to my Britney phase, I applied to other singers - Adele, Billie Eilish, to name a few. There is always a woman singer to hate, someone whose lyrics and music "you are too smart to enjoy".

There is no real take away from it really, all of that are just musings born out of an idle mind, but now I believe that songs are a bit like poetry - you either connect with it or you don't, either it touches you or it doesn't. One person will see themselves in Adele, someone else will find themselves mirrored in Billie Eilish, someone else feels seen whenever they listen to Mitski. It's a universal feeling we all experience, to like a song and think 'wow, this speaks to me!', we all just have different tastes and different experiences.

I just know that right now, I no longer want to be the person who says 'I thought you were smarter than this?' whenever someone shares their favourites.

#britney spears #but it's also about taylor swift now #marron on the rant #marron gets personal

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# KAVEH X READER, 600 words. fake dating (guilty as charged), alcohol and hangovers.

⁕ title given by @isekyaaa for ask games (title edition). was inspired by the kaveh discussion we had :3 (and yes, i haven’t forgotten the titles you gave me!)

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if there’s one thing you need to get straight is that you’re not kaveh’s friend.

too often your network approaches you in hopes to connect with the renowned architect rather than ask for your services—you have school debts to pay!—and they eagerly hobnob with you only to declare you’ve scammed them when they find out you don’t know where kaveh stays.

he’s definitely not in his old house because that’s where you live.

alone.

you thought your middleman role was temporary. once word got out you weren’t affiliated to that man other than occupying his past residence, they would stop—and it did.

then one day, you stumbled on the fabled man, drunk in puspa cafe. he was slurring and moving silly. despite being the cause of your irritation, when you sat across from him to give him a earful, the words he said left you stumped.

“i have no place to go…”

the rights of the house was legally transferred to you, yet his pitiful state and mumbled confession left you helpless. you dragged him back to your house.

most of his items were left behind, and you laid him on the bed you assumed he slept in, hoping the familiarity will be of any comfort as you rested on the couch.

the next day, while in his hangover, groaning and vomiting as you pushed his hair away from his face, he revealed his current house so you could bring him back.

and your worse nightmare comes back alive, teeth and claws sharpened.

tabloids present pictures of you and him, the accompanying headlines accuses you of having a secret relationship with the man you denied knowing.

your network insists you’re keeping “your boyfriend” all to yourself. they can have this idiotic man to themselves for all you care!

(you don’t even know what’s his favourite colour!)

but every time you’re about to blurt his address, the scene of him slouching on the table, half-filled wine glass in one hand, and the way his eyes felt so… burnt—as if he was burning himself as fuel—appears in your mind.

you’ll meekly smile, trying your best to rewrite the narrative through other means. kaveh kept it a secret for a reason, and a toddler can connect the dots to know this reason is linked to how burdened he looks at the bar.

tired and aghast of another failed week, you march up to the grand scribe’s house. the tabloids recently shared that you argued with him hence why he isn’t staying in your house anymore. you had enough. why isn’t kaveh doing anything? it feels like you’re the only one fighting against the allegations.

before you can knock, the door opens.

“i was expecting you,” alhaitham says after his greeting. “you’re here to pick kaveh up, right?”

“not you too…” you groan. this was getting uncomfortable. your parents are starting to ask you to bring kaveh back home over the new years, and that’s the last thing you want. “look, i’m in no way related to kaveh. it was just that one night, and i’d rather much live a life without him—”

alhaitham sighs, then emits an amused huff.

alhaitham… showing expression? you make distance between you and him, unsure what to make of it. this isn’t the grand scribe you see at the library reading one of the most brutal books ever known in teyvat without a single flinch.

“come in, we have to discuss.”

when he pulls the door back, it reveals the culprit of your demise leaning against the table in the middle of the living room. he has his arms folded, face scrunched in worry, but when he sees you, he smiles as if you’re his saviour.

you swallow. there are a thousand ways this can go, but your gut is telling you that you’ll walk out of this door with kaveh, and your house wouldn’t be as empty.

#kaveh x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x you #kaveh x y/n #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #x reader #reader insert #ask game: titles

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DUCK!! Season 3, Episodes 15

💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀 🎶 Call of Cthulhu Season Three Masterpost 🎶

Warning: This campaign is an edited version of Call of Cthulhu: Song and Dance scenario from the Tales of the Crescent City book. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.

THIS SUMMERY BROUGHT TO YOU BY @inkdemonapologist !!!! I have been running low on energy for writing summeries, because it gets very difficult the longer it's been. And uh... it's been a long time since we played this episode. Luckily, we only have one more left of Season 3, and hopefully energy will be regained next season, as I get back into the habit of writing right after we play. BUT MEANWHILE, THIS SUMMERY and most likely the next HAVE MAINLY BEEN WRITTEN BY SHAZZ. THANK YOU, SO MUCH,,,

ART CHANGES THIS SEASON!! @inkdemonapologist and I are collabing on all the art for these summery posts!! Shazz does lines, and I compose and colour the pieces.

When we last left off, the monstrous Giacona mob-boss responded to Prophet & Joey’s interruption of his ritual by trying to… pULL THE INK OUT OF PROPHET’S BODY??? There was a reaction in the ritual circle, and now ink is leaking from his face and his pores and he’s starting to feel a bit light-headed without it, actually – and now it’s also hitting Joey. He had turned his hand into a Giant Cartoon Arm (as one does) to try to grab the lady being used in the ritual (that they are deeply hoping is Susie’s dancer friend Colette - all they can tell is that she’s covered in yellow ink), and the piece of his arm that had reached into the circle gets caught in this ink drain effect, too. Joey and Bendy are able to keep themselves stable, but the cartoon arm immediately starts to fall apart and drops the lady, as one of the mob-boss monster’s tendrils digs into Joey’s arm. Prophet tries to take another shot of ink, but it starts to fly out of his flask and aCTUALLY MAYBE LEAVING THE CIRCLE FIRST WOULD BE A BETTER IDEA. As he gets close to passing out, he can feel something familiar – like a vision Sammy had before, when that Muse Spirit in Susie had reached out to him. But now is NOT a great time to fall asleep and have a vision, so he scrambles out of the circle and takes another drink.

Meanwhile, Henry, Jack, Peter, and Leon finally sneak away from the tentacle-filled hallway when they all hear the screams of Joey and Bendy down the hall and decide maybe now is not a time for sneaking anymore! Henry runs ahead to tackle the one band member they can see in their way, putting his axe to the guy’s throat with a threat and a glare that is MUCH MORE INTIMIDATING THAN HENRY USUALLY IS, to let the others all run past unhindered, towards the doorway at the end of the hall where both the yelling and the yellow fog seems to be coming from.

Prophet and Joey are both vulnerable to getting ink drained out of their bodies, and starting to realise that maybe neither of them can truly touch this guy… unless… Something clicks for Prophet. That mirror is a link to Carcosa. And now that he’s not squinting at this monstrous creature of mouths and tentacles through a room full of fog, he recognises it as a creature of Carcosa, too. Destroying that link might be what they need…! Joey has an entirely different idea. More of the monster’s tendrils dig barbs into his leg, but he focuses all his willpower into taking back the ink from the ritual, claiming it as HIS OWN gold-threaded ink and not this corrupted yellow – and it starts to WORK! The cartoon arm feels solid again – it’s HIS again! As he’s fighting to take back control, Prophet breaks away from the tentacles grabbing at him and dashes out of the room, only telling Joey “They are connected, it must be broken!” – but when Joey sees the ink-stained streaks down the Prophet’s face, he understands why he’s running. If Prophet can’t get close enough to rescue Colette, he needs to do it. Still fighting against the ritual’s control, he’s able to grab the ink-drenched dancer for just a moment, and barely manage to toss her out of the circle’s influence.

Jack and Leon rush to the door just in time to see Prophet skidding out of the fog, insisting that they be ready to escape soon – he has a bad feeling that this place won’t be safe for long once they break the mirror – and then, an ink-covered muse is flung right in their direction. Jack wastes no time in pulling her out of the room. She’s so covered in yellow goop that they can’t even tell if she’s human… and when she pulls herself to her feet, it’s so strangely graceful… something uneasy sends a shiver down Jack’s spine, but, y’know, there’s been a lot of pretty unsettling things happening so maybe that’s to be expected. He starts to try to wipe the inky goop off her face and is able to find that she IS human under there…! Great! And also, judging from her expression, something in her is gROWING INCREASINGLY HOSTILE… LESS GREAT, Jack’s attempts to talk her down have zero effect, so he takes a risk and pushes Leon forward – HEY! YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE TOO!! – and she relaxes almost at once when she recognises him, both of them hugging each other with relief.

Peter, meanwhile, has noticed the room full of kidnapped people – one is that reporter from before! – and actually goes in to start trying to get them free. thank goodness someone oTHER THAN PROPHET noticed,,,

But since no one has yet checked in on Joey, and he is still very much grabbed and hoisted into the air by multiple tentacles and this is really getting old, he uses the last of his magical reserves to turn his arms into CARTOON BUZZSAWS, LIKE YOU DO, and slice himself free.

Henry, still taking up the rear and watching for trouble, notices another band member starting to peer out of the room where he was juicing (??) the mirror, and runs over to intercept him. He whiffs with his axe, but he’s unsettling enough that the guy takes several steps back – enough for Prophet to dash in, beelining towards the mirror. The band guy PANICS AT THAT, mouths suddenly opening up across his body (??!?!?) as he lunges with claws and teeth for the Prophet and screams in several voices for him to STOP. It’s way too close quarters for Henry’s axe. If he misses, he’d almost certainly hit Sammy. So… Henry drops the axe. And summons his glowing golden scythe, as all the colour drains from his body.

And yells, “Sammy, DUCK.”

The Prophet is too startled to react in time, and the scythe slices through them both.

The band member is sliced apart and splashes in a puddle to the ground, and Prophet… has a glowing gold line across his torso where the scythe hit. He felt a concentrated killing intent, like his actual soul was being attacked, pass through him, and Henry’s face finally shows a readable expression – relief. “I didn’t think it would hurt you, and I’m glad I was right.” He starts to apologise for killing Sammy once, in the past, when things were different – but a shaken Prophet is hearing none of it, demanding that he back away and do NOT touch the others.

Henry complies.

Jack peers in, catching the glowing line just before it fades away and wanting to make sure everything’s okay, but Prophet says he’ll join up soon and urges Jack to stay back. Henry frustratedly insists, “I’m not going to hurt him!” PROPHET JUST GIVES HIM A LOOK,,, but since everyone seems to be doing okay, Jack goes with it and ducks into the other room to help Peter try to free the kidnapped folks from their restraints.

Prophet finally winds up and smashes the mirror as hard as he can. He can see a shadow within the mirror moving closer, looking like… it’s trying to break the mirror, too? And as cracks spider quickly across the surface, he realises he definitely recognises this shadow, it’s a person, someone they knew had been dragged to Carcosa, thAT’S DOC MOONLIGHT –

WELL ANYWAY, THE MIRROR BREAKS!

A sudden torrent of water gushes out of the broken mirror at full force, shoving Prophet back and knocking Henry to the ground as it fills the room alarmingly quickly and spills out to flood the hall. Prophet, still doing his best on his resolution to not leave even murderous sheep behind, tries to pull Henry out of the room before it gets worse, but he slips, and falls under the water. It was only up to their knees, but as soon as he’s under, he can’t reach the surface… Henry reaches in and catches his arm to pull up a now very panicky Prophet, and they lean on each other to make their way out of the flooding room.

In the ritual room, the mob boss turned monster is melting and screaming general HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME sentiments which Joey isn’t interested in at all; he’s getting out of here and quickly scanning the hallway to figure out what everyone else has been up to while LEAVING HIM TO FEND OFF A TENTACLED HORROR ALL ALONE (with Bendy). He checks in the room full of kidnapped people, where Peter’s not having much luck with the restraints on the reporter and kidnapped musician he’s trying to rescue as the water starts to rise, so Joey runs in to help just to make this all move faster. The Lurker has a little magic left, and the best thing he can think of is to turn Joey’s hands into Way Too Many Scissors to snip the straps holding them down, so everyone gets to take their daily dose of Joey induced sanity damage!!! OKAY COOL THEYRE FREE LETS GO LETS GET OUT OF HERE Joey struggles his way through the water to Henry and Prophet, and Henry helps support him while Prophet warns that THIS IS THE LAKE, the one that connects to Carcosa, don’t fall in or you’ll be lost!! That’s exactly the kind of distractingly terrifying thing that makes Peter start to lose his grip and slip into the water, but Jack’s able to pull him back up again and they all make it back to that slippery spiral staircase. The water in the hallway has already surged to chest height.

Prophet doesn’t hesitate, crawling up the steps on all fours. Joey stays at the bottom to organise (and to hopefully use Bendy’s toon powers to catch anyone who falls), sending everyone up the staircase one by one - first Jack, then Peter, then Colette, then Henry to make sure Colette is safe, then Leon, then the rescued mob victims. Allison peeks out from above, asking “So… how did it go…?” but most of the party is still pRETTY PREOCCUPIED trying not to lose their footing on the unsteady staircase – Jack gets to the top and immediately starts digging through the bag he’s been compulsively hoarding things in and– YES. AT SOME POINT HE STUFFED SOME ROPE IN HERE. He ties it securely and throws that down, and almost everyone is able to use the rope to climb to the top, as the water starts to rise up the stairs – but Leon loses his grip, and goes under, and disappears in the haze beneath the water. Joey was ready, starting to use the last of Bendy’s power to give himself a rubberhose toon arm that can reach out to grab Leon, but as he ducks his head into the water to find him – holding onto the rope so he doesn’t slip under – he sees… Moonlight, ALSO reaching out to grab the doctor. UH, OKAY, CHANGE OF PLAN: USE TOON POWERS TO STAB MOONLIGHT IN THE FACE. If it was anyone else, Joey would have hesitated. But Moonlight has been way too much of a pain in the ass.

THAT WORKS, Joey is able to retrieve a panicked Leon uncontested, and they’re able to scramble out of the water, where Allison casually lets them know that she DID figure out the ritual and combined the two pieces of The Great Bertrum Piedmont – but the resulting TGBP just ran off. Well, he had the right idea, we’d better run too! Joey takes half a second to grab the gun Prophet dropped earlier before they all BOOK IT OUT OF HERE… quietly hoping that they haven’t doomed Coney Island to sink into Carcosa.

But they climb out into a quiet Luna Park, closed for the night, and a sky of normal stars. As they hustle towards the exit, they notice someone in the shadows, watching them go…. It’s Y? Apparently he’s human after all… and he keeps his distance, so the boys decide they have bigger things to worry about. The Muses still have to be released from the girls who summoned them. They decide to meet up at that apartment that Susie, Colette, and Nichole used to share. Joey sends Colette and her traumatised boyfriend ahead with Henry and Allison – those two are probably magically strong enough to do something if anything weird happens, and as far as Joey saw, Henry and Prophet even seemed to be getting along fine when the place was flooding! Prophet had nothing to worry about from that weird, stoic Henry after all! (The Prophet seems uneasy about no one else going with them, but doesn’t protest). And then Joey calls Norman at the Studio to bring Susie and Nichole and meet them there. Norman assures him “We weren’t sure for a minute, but didn’t run into any actual trouble,” so it sounds like everything went swell. Peter is put in charge of getting the rescued folks somewhere safe, and the rest of the boys take off for the apartment.

They’ve almost reached the apartment when Prophet’s ink begins to run out… and there’s that feeling again, the spirit reaching out to him. Maybe this time he should listen… he urges the others to wake him up again for the ritual, and starts to drift – before he fully loses awareness, he can feel the spirit’s message, just a small bit of offered help: that he and the Shepherd are closest when they’re in agreement, and that if they want, they can control the automatic swaps that have been happening recently by finding something to agree on. Prophet gives it a try. They both agree on saving these lost sheep– All of a sudden, it’s Sammy. Sammy’s here now. He never fell asleep. The others are confused at the quick swap, but reassure him that they’re about to do the ritual, and uhhhhhh maybe you don’t want to know why we’re all soaking wet actually, but on the plus side, when Joey checks the wound on Sammy’s arm, that yellow ink finally seems to be fading out, for good. Sammy asks about the helpful note in his pocket about some sort of Golden Sheep that he should not trust??? And Joey doesn’t really want to admit he’s not sure what was going on with Henry, but you know, everything seems to be fine now!

As they meet up and all head into the apartment, Allison makes sure they know how the ritual works – Henry does for sure, he saw a completed form of the ritual with his Special Eyes when they first searched the apartment! Susie stops Sammy, glad to see his eyes back to normal, but urges him to let her do another take of the new Alice song before they do this ritual. She’ll never be able to sing this well again, and she wants to be the best Alice Angel she can be! Sammy refuses – he knows none of them will make anything this good again, but this is too dangerous to put off. Besides, Joey confidently adds, “You’re already the best Alice Angel, and I need Susie to sing. We’re doing the ritual now.” Susie… is touched, though she still hums the song under her breath – the new version, the one she shouldn’t know.

“How do you know about that?” “I know all of your music!” :)

... SAMMY’S EXPRESSION CHANGES… this is Not Quite Susie. LETS UH… LETS DO THE RITUAL.

Norman asks the other boys how everything went, but has to pull out a pair of earplugs before he can hear Henry’s “could’ve been better.” Hm. Norman, amused, says they had a bit of an incident, but took care of it, and Tim, who was helping Norman, sheepishly informs them that he now knows The Three Musketeers is a musical, and Norman makes a decent cardinal. Well, glad you all were having a good time. Inside, once Jack finds the key to the ritual room in uhhhhhhh don’t worry about it don’t ask why he has it he definitely didn’t compulsively steal this earlier he just found it okay, Joey and Nichole and Allison all go about checking their ritual notes to figure out what needs to be changed… well, Nichole and Allison are doing that, Joey is absolutely confident in Henry’s vision and he knows what he’s doing, so he’ll be setting up the ritual CORRECTLY and fixing the others’ work if they set it up wrong. His work… looks good to the other magically inclined folks, so… it’s time to do this.

Nichole, the younger Orchid, feels terrible for starting the whole thing and says she should be the one to take the risk of going first. Joey is determined to make sure it’s done right and runs the ritual himself – and as he does, a golden glow diffuses out of Nichole’s body, she collapses, and Joey and Jack can both feel the creative urge of writing and stories finally dull back to normal. Also, Joey DID spend all his magical energy reserves in his various stunts at Coney Island and starts coughing up a little blood from powering the ritual. JUST A LITTLE. But the others agree he needs to be Done Doing Magic for now. Allison volunteers to handle the next one, and Sammy takes his last shot of ink, hoping Prophet can intervene if she does anything fishy. The apartment rattles ominously for a second, but the ritual seems to go off okay for Allison, too – soon that same golden glow floats out of Colette’s body… followed by, a strange shadow, that wasn’t there last time… As Colette falls to the floor and the shadow starts to fill the room, they all recognise the silhouette – a shadow of one of the Yellow King’s angels; not quite opaque, but VERY THERE, AND TURNING ON SUSIE, the last of the young women to still have a muse in her. “Seems like one of them had a hitchhiker!” Allison helpfully informs us. OKAY GREAT THANKS!! Prophet jumps in to try to pull Susie out before the Angel Shadow can grab her, getting grabbed by said Angel for his trouble. Allison runs in with a sword and Henry runs in to free Prophet, while Joey remembers that HEY WE HAD AN ANGEL-TRAPPING CIRCLE PACKED FOR JUST SUCH AN OCCASION, that probably also ended up in Jack’s Bag Of Acquired Things???? Jack digs it out, and together they manage to throw it under the Angel – at least it’s confined to the room now!

Henry tries to attack the Angel, gets attacked back and… it goes through him? But it manages to grab Allison, and when Norman runs over and tries to shoot it, the bullet also goes through and hits the wall – wait, this is like when Peter was halfway in Carcosa, sometimes he was corporeal and sometimes he wasn’t – the Angel is just not quite here… yet… The Prophet manages to usher Susie out of the room, Jack runs in to pull out the unconscious Colette, Henry pulls Allison free of the Angel – to her surprise, though she doesn’t get long to express her gratitude before the Angel CHOMPS HER SHOULDER and reminds everyone to get out of the room. Norman and Timothee are finally able to jUST SHOOT INTO THE ROOM FROM A SAFE DISTANCE until enough bullets hit that the shadow distorts, smears across the room, and fades out with a yell.

Angel defeated!!!

Creative art of dance restored to normal!!!!

Just one more to go.

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