*beams proudly*

Person A has really great hair. Soft, long, always perfect in every way. Person B is hopelessly in love with it and makes a habit of stroking it absentmindedly, braiding it, running their fingers through it. On top of that, it’s been the same way ever since they’ve been together. So it’s kind of a shock one day when B comes home to A beaming proudly, sporting a new crew cut, and exclaiming “What do you think?!”

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Carl the Animator: “Check this out, Ted.”

Ted the Animator: “Uh… all I see is it randomly getting way darker and bluer in the closeup.”

Carl the Animator:Exactly. I thought I’d match the grading to the way the lil’ dragon feels when he can’t go to the swamp with them.”

Ted the Animator: “So… you intentionally made a continuity error in the scene… for artistic purposes?

Carl the Animator: *beams proudly*

Ted the Animator: “Well, A for effort, I guess.”

You Ain’t Got No Skills (Lin x Reader)

Masterlist

Request- “365 with Lin (( if u dont write rpf then with Alex ))”

“Everything has been different since I fell in love with you.”

A/N- (I’ve gotten a lot of requests saying “idk if you do this or not….” Guys. I will write practically ANYTHING. :) If you request it,  I will write it eventually. Speaking of “writing something eventually” I have soooo many requests right now. Requests are open unless I say otherwise but don’t expect your fic for awhile because I write in order of when received the request. ALSO this is the first fic where I write in third person instead of second for a bit so I hope that’s not super weird.)

Words- 1,913

You beamed proudly as you saw all your closest friends bowing. The audience’s cheers were deafening. Without even looking, you knew many of them were crying. They did every night. You had cried your first few nights working too. It was a freaking emotional musical. Being a stage hand for Hamilton wasn’t your only job, but it was probably your favorite one. 

One by one the cast exited the stage and highfived and hugged you as they usually did. You told them all what a wonderful job they had down. A few of them hung around and talked to you for awhile. These were your favorite people to be with. You noticed Lin hanging nearby and smiled at him. He looked kind of shocked but then smiled back. 


Lin had been staring. Again. It was starting become a real problem. She had caught him several time, but always just smiled her breathtaking smile. Chis Jackson walked up to Lin.

“Hey, man! What’re you-oh” Chris realized exactly what he was doing. “Man, you gotta stop this. You’ve been crushing on her for like a year. You’ve been practically in love with her for almost just as long.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Lin said. 

“I mean I don’t want to say I told you so, but if you had asked her out right away like I said you should, you wouldn’t be stuck in this co-worker friend zone situation.” Chris pulled of part of his elaborate costume. 

“I know.” Lin sighed defeated and leaned against the wooden wall. 

“Don’t give up though, man! You still have time.” Chris looked right at Lin. “Can I suggest sooner rather than later.” Lin shrugged. The idea of asking Y/N out and having her turn him down seemed much worse than continuing to live in his day dreams. Lin and Chris were both watching as she hugged Ariana goodbye and started gathering up a few things around her. 

“Here’s your chance, ask her out right now.” Chris said. Lin gave him a nervous look, but Chris was already pushing him towards Y/N. 

“Hey…Y/N. Can I talk to you for a second?”


You turned around and saw Lin scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile. It the most adorable thing you’d ever seen. You’ve had feelings for Lin since your first day working at Richard Rogers. There was a lot of down time in side the theater, hiding from the fans outside, and you’d spent a lot of that time with him the first day.  

“Yeah, of course Lin” You smiled at him. He laughed a little.

“Well I was just umm..” he wasn’t meeting your eyes. “I was wondering if you uh-” 

“Lin! Tina Fey’s here and she wants to meet you!” someone shouted. 

“You better go, genius.” you told him, smiling. 

“I..look, wait right here, okay?” He said. 

“Lin I-”

“Just stay there I’ll be back in a flash, I promise.” You rolled your eyes at his typical spastic nature. You continued organizing some of the stuff that was left behind in the rush of performances. 

Lin was right he was back very soon. 

“How’s Tina?” you joked. 

“Oh she’s great really funny.” he was out of breath. “Look, Y/N. Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asked the question so quickly it took you a moment to realize what he’d asked. He himself looked shocked. “I mean, like-”

“I’d love to Lin.” you stopped him before he could say something to ruin it.

“You would?” 

“Yeah” you said. He smiled brightly at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Lin!” Someone shouted again, but Lin stayed put.

“You should probably go, Lin.” 

“Oh! Right! I’ll…text you?” he said. You nodded and he smiled before sprinting away. 


He definitely texted you. A whole paragraph. 

 Hey Y/N, lemme just say I’m so beyond happy that you agreed to go out with me. Like you have no idea. The whole cast is going our for drinks after the Friday performance this week, and I know a lot of people were hoping you would too. But I also kind of want to do something just us. I feel like you and I haven’t gotten to hand out alone for awhile, and that sucks ya know? Anyway I was thinking maybe Thursday after the performance you and I can do something together. I know it’ll probably be late, but I thought it could be fun. I don’t know, let me know what you think

x Lin

Who even signs their name after texts?  You laughed at your phone and texted back. 

Thursday sounds great :)

x Y/N


“Smiley face! What does a smiley face mean?” Lin shouted. 

“It means she digs you!” Anthony said. 

“Nah, a winky face means she digs you. A smiley face means she just being nice.” Daveed said. 

“Just being nice? So she doesn’t like me?” 

“Okay, but this is Y/N we’re talking about. She only uses winky faces ironically.” Jazzy said. 

“True.” Oak said. “I wouldn’t know if she likes you or not though.”

“Oh I definitely think she does.” Daveed responded. 

“Really?” Lin’s voice squeaked.

“Yes!” Several voices echoed. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so worried, Lin!” Anthony said. “She already said she’d go out with you.”

“I don’t know.” Lin looked down.” I just really don’t wanna mess it up.”

“Oh my god.” Daveed said. 

“He loves her!” Jasmine exclaimed. 

“HOLY SHIT! Lin’s in love with Y/N!” Oak shouted. Renée burst into the room. 

“Lin’s in love with who?” she asked excitedly. 

“Y/N!” several people shouted. 

“Oh yeah I knew that.” Renée said,somewhat disappointed.  The room erupted into laughter. “She totally likes him too though.” 

“Actually?” Lin said, excitedly. Renée put her hand on Lin’s shoulder. 

“You have nothing to worry about.”


Thursday came faster as you expected, but it still didn’t feel fast enough. You were standing on the side of the stage passing props and having whispered conversations when you heard a voice close up to your ear. 

“We still on for tonight?” You turned around and saw Lin smiling at you. He was wearing his black outfit and had glasses on. 

“Of course!” you whispered back. Lin kept smiling at you. “Lin.” you whispered. “You’re on.” you said nodding to the stage. 

“Shit!” he whispered. He ran to the side of the stage and walked on right before he almost missed his entrance. You were still laughing when Daveed came offstage in a magenta suit. 

“What’s got you all happy?” he said with a smirk.

“Nothin’” you shrugged. 

“Could it be your date with Lin tonight?” 

Your face dropped. “You know about that?” 

“I know lots of things.” he said smiling. 

“Go get changed” You order blushing. He put his hands up in defense and walked away. You smiled again. It seemed Lin was just as excited. 


After the performance was over, you sat on a couch in one of the dressing rooms until Lin changed. You had already changed since you didn’t want to wear you work clothes on a first date with someone, especially if that someone already saw you in those clothes almost every day. You were wearing dark jeans and a turquoise top that showed part of your midriff. You heard a knock and looked up to see Lin standing in the doorway wearing jeans and and a gray button down. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. You stood up and smiled at him. 

“Wow..” he breathed. You looked down and blushed. “Shall we go?” He held out his arm and you took it. 

“Where’re we going anyway?” you asked as you exited the theater through a door that was less crowded with fans. It was lat enough that most people had already left. 

“I was thinking we could just walk around until we see something to do.” 

“You, Lin-Manuel Miranda, wanna just walk around Broadway.” you said in shock. 

“Nah we’re getting the hell out of here.” he smiled. You turned down a street and started walking away from the lights and sounds of Broadway. You were walking around the Lower East Side when a small unassuming bar caught your eye. 

“You wanna go in?” he asked with a small smile on his face. The bar looked down right trashy. 

“Live a little, Lin!” you smiled. 

“No problem!” he shot back. You both walked in. It was just as you expected. Super trashy. Lin raised his eyebrows and laughed. You picked a spot side by side at the bar, and ordered drinks. 

Conversation flowed easily between you two. Eventually you scooting your chairs closer to hear each other better. He might lay a hand on your leg every once in awhile, and you might have touched his arm every time you laughed. The conversation switched between serious and not every few minutes. 

“I mean doesn’t it get hard? Having people expect so much from you?” You asked him. 

“Oh hell yes!” he responded. “It used to be worse though. I cared so much about what everyone thought about what I did. I’ve read every review every written for In The Heights.” he laughed lightly. 

“Well what changed?”

“I realized their opinions weren’t what mattered to me. I only really cared about impressing you. Honestly, everything’s been different since I fell in love with you.” You stared at him wide eyed. He mimicked your look. “Oh my god, that’s definitely not something that you say on the first date. I am so sorry, Y/N.” Lin put both hands over his face.

“Lin. It’s fine.” 

“It’s really not.” his voice was muffled by his hands. 

“Lin, look at me.” you said softly. He sighed and met your eyes. “Lin I…I love you, too.” you said, not fully realizing how true the words were until you said them out loud. 

“You-” Lin started, but you cut him off by kissing him. He was stunned, but quickly brought a hand up to your face. His tasted lightly of alcohol. You leaned so close you thought you might fall off the bar stool. 

“Last call!” the barman shouted gruffly. Lin pulled away from you gently. 

“Is it really that last?” he whispered. His face was still unbearably close. 

“I guess so.” you whispered back. You really did not want to leave, but you both had to work the next day. 

“I’ll get you a cab.” Lin stuttered. He helped you step off the bar stool and you both paid for you drinks. Lin felt bad having you pay, but you insisted that you liked it better that way. 

You walked out of the bar and Lin hailed a cab down for you. It took a few tried but he finally flagged one down. 

“Do you want to just split one?” you asked, wondering how he would get home. 

“No…I think I’m gonna walk for a bit.” he said. 

“Be safe.” 

“Are you gonna go tomorrow night?” he asked nervously. 

“Yeah, I think so.” A grin spread across both of your faces. He looked at you hesitantly then leaned in a kissed you quickly. 

“I’ll uh text you.” 

“You better.” you winked at him before stepping into the cab and closing the door. Lin watched as you drove off. You gave the driver you address. Sighing, you laid down in the backseat, clutching your purse to your chest which was tight with emotion.

“Good night?” the driver asked with an amused tone. 

“The best.” you replied. 

Just Say It (Negan/Daryl x Reader)

Word Count: 3,709 (not even sorry xD)

Warnings: Cursing,

(Part 1)

This the second part to “This Is It.” Sorry it took so long! I had a lot of doubts about this one, but I hope y'all enjoy it!

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“Here we are! Welcome to your new home, sweetheart.”

My eyes slowly opened to reveal a big factory. There were walkers chained and impaled by posts as well as severed walker heads on the tips of stakes at the front gate. Behind it was a run-down but bustling factory. “The Sanctuary!” I blinked at him as he proudly beamed at it. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” He asked, smirking at me.

“Dazzling,” I muttered.

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby,” he consoled, rubbing my shoulder. “You’re gonna love it here!” With a wink, he hopped out of the car and jogged over to my door, opening it. “M'lady,” he offered his hand to me. Sniffing, I rejected him and got out by myself. “Independent woman,” he snorted. I gasped as I was suddenly pulled back. “Girl, you are turnin’ me on already.” His warm breath fanned over my cheek causing a shiver to go up my spine. Wriggling out of his grasp, I distanced myself from him. The hungry look in his eyes made me want to completely disappear, but I endured it for the sake of my family.

Christ,” he whispered, biting his lip. “I better get you to your room before I get anymore ideas.” Without warning, he snatched my arm and effortlessly tugged me into him, snaking an arm around my waist. “This way.”

As we walked through countless halls and corridors, everyone we passed would kneel and bow their heads in submission. If there was one thing I figured out in that moment, it was that no one in the place dared crossing him. After a few more minutes of walking, we stopped at a large, apartment-like room.

He turned to me with a wide grin. “Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

Inwardly rolling my eyes, I stepped in and looked around the room. It was decently furnished with a small kitchen set directly across the way with cabinets and a counter with a sink straight across the way, an oven in the left corner and a refrigerator. A queen-sized bed sat at the left side, a small leather chair at the right side with a small, 30-inch screen TV on a dresser, and a few decorations to liven up the place. There was a door at the back, which I assumed was the bathroom. “Uh, thanks,” I mumbled, struggling to look back at him.

“Awh, no need to thank me now, babe.” He sauntered towards me, tucking a strand of (y/h/c) hair behind my ear. “That’ll come later.” My cheek suddenly burned as his lips attached themselves and lingered there for what seemed like minutes. He pulled away with an evil wink. “I’ll be right back. I’ve got some business to take care of. Go ahead and settle yourself in.” Without another word, he left the room.

Although these people seemed cruel and ruthless, especially in consideration of their “fearless leader,” I assumed they must enjoy treating their guests well. I knew for a fact that this was all a charade to lure people into joining their army. The only thing I can do is resist, but for how long and at what cost? If I deny Negan’s power and refuse to bow to him, will I end up as a prisoner?

Am I not already a prisoner?

Fighting the tears in my eyes, I shook the feeling and made my way into the bathroom to take a shower and try to relax.
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Three loud knocks woke me from my short nap. “Hey, sweetheart!” A familiar voice called from outside. “Let me in!” Reluctantly, I stood from my bed and trudged to the door, unlocking it and allowing it to swing open revealing Negan leaning on the doorframe with Lucille in tow. “Hi there,” he greeted, licking his lips.

“Hi,” I replied dryly.

“Nice to see you, too,” he chuckled. “I wanted to show you a couple of things. Come on.” Without argument, I followed him out. As soon as we turned the corner, we ran into Dwight and someone in a grimy pair of sweats. Quickly, they kneeled and bowed their heads.

“Dwighty boy!” Negan greeted, chuckling. He looked at the others around them.

“I need to talk to my associate for a minute. Go about your business.” Immediately, they went back to work. He turned to the man behind him. “Except for you. You, stand right there.” He looked at me with a sickeningly sweet smile. “You wait with him, sweetheart.”

Dwight took the man in sweats and took him over to a red chair sitting in the hall across from my room. “Sit,” he commanded. He quickly obliged. While Negan pulled Dwight aside, I got a good look at the man. His greasy hair fell in his face, his skin was an unwashed tangerine color, and his clothes were covered in his own sweat as well as the letter “A” written with yellow spray paint.

My heart fell in realization. “Daryl?!” I gasped, stepping closer to him. He slowly looked up at me. My heart broke seeing his eyes a dull grey color instead of their usual brilliant blue.

“Don’t speak to him,” Dwight warned, making his way back over to us.

“What’ve you done to him?!” I fumed, balling my hand into a fist and kneeling next to Daryl.

“Easy, girl.” Negan tried to calm me down, placing a hand on my shoulder and pulling me away from him. “Dwight, meet me in a few minutes. Let’s go, darlin’.” Without another word, he took Daryl down the hall and outside as we continued the other direction.

“What the hell is he doing here?!” I blurted out.

“He seemed useful,” he shrugged. “And since he’s so important to you, I just had to take advantage.” He stopped and stared me straight in the eye. “You slip up even once, and his head is on the chopping block.”

“You sick bastard,” I jeered, glaring coldly at him.

“Woah woah woah, now! I’m keeping him alive unless you want him to end up like your other two friends.” Sadly, I lowered my head and held my tongue. There’s no telling what they’re doing to him here! He looked so beaten and broken, and it made my heart ache to see him that way. As long as he’s not at the mercy of Lucille, I guess he’s in good shape.

“Can I at least know where you’re keeping him?” I gingerly inquired.

“Why?” He stopped in his tracks, facing me. “You gonna break him out? You gonna run back to him and leave me hangin’?” The intensity in his voice caused me to shrink back from him as he stepped closer. “Not cool. Honey, you might want to think about your decisions because you could be the deciding factor between whether or not your people are kept alive. Got it?” Without uttering a word, I quickly nodded.

“Good. I wanna show you somethin’ real quick.” I suddenly realized we were in a much nicer looking hallway as he pulled me to a set of double doors. I looked in to see seven young women–some even younger than me–in black dresses sitting around, doing their hair and makeup, drinking scotch, smoking, and silently talking.

“These,” he spoke, catching my attention, “are my wives. These lovely ladies have been with guys who get themselves into some pretty sticky situations. Take Sherry for example.” He pointed to a petite woman with short, honey blonde hair and a pretty face. “She and her now ex-husband and her sister ran off with some of our goods after I planned on marrying her sister. They came back, their sister was dead, and I was gonna punish them,” he trailed off, lifting Lucile into his line of vision, “but Sherry offered to marry me. And here she is now,” he chuckled, nodding in her direction. “Now, the reason why I don’t keep you in here with these ladies is because I have a lot of respect for you.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not gonna propose here and I won’t force you, but–I’m just sayin’–I can offer you a better deal. That room you got is private and all but I have a suite right next to mine.” He leaned in. “I can move you in up there.” His eyes petrified me as he moved even closer. “But only if you accept my offer.”

“W-what offer?” I stammered as he inched nearer, his lips dangerously close to mine.

“Well, you’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure that part out yourself.” His lips barely brushed mine before the radio in his pocket went off.

“It’s D,” Dwight’s voice came over the radio. “Are we still meeting?”

With a deep, frustrated sigh, he ducked away and pulled out his walkie. “Yeah. You gotta work on your timing, man.”

“Did I interrupt something?” He awkwardly inquired.

“Sorta.” He waved it off. “It’s fine. I’ll be there soon.” He switched it off and put it in his back pocket. “Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. But as I said, the offer stands. All ya gotta do is accept it when you’re ready.” He placed his arm on the small of my back and led me away to the catwalk we passed on our way in.

Seconds later, Dwight joined us. “Heya, D! How ya doin’?”

“Not too bad,” he answered, leaning forward the railing. “Hi, (Y/n),” he acknowledged me. I nodded at him with a half grin. His greeting didn’t quell the grudge I held against him for everything he’s done to us, especially Daryl.

“He is going ape-shit!” He chuckled, leaning back on the railing.

“Yep,” Dwight nodded, silently proud of his work. I glowered at him.

“And you? You are hustlin’. It’s working. It’s working slow but, hey, some people are harder to break than others.”

“Yeah,” Dwight agreed, standing up straight. “He’s close.”

“Yeah, he is,” Negan smirked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stick around for their conversation. If I hear about anything they’re doing to him, I’ll go ape-shit myself.

“Hey, er… Negan?” I spoke up in a sweet voice.

“What’s up, darlin’?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Do you care if I look around a little bit?” I asked, turning to him and running a finger up his chest. “So I can, you know, find my way around?”

He stared down at me with lustful eyes as my finger traveled up to his chin. “Well, uh-”

“C'mon. Just for a little while?” My insides burned as I batted my eyes at him.

Shaking off his awestruck look, he nodded and said, “Sure. Just make sure you’re back in your room in 10 minutes.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I wanna show you somethin’ else.”

“Can’t wait,” I replied in the same tone.

“Ooh, warming up to me already?” That devilish smirk brushed over his pearly white teeth. “I love it. See ya in 10.” As I turned to leave, I felt his hand squeeze my butt. It took everything in me not to turn back around and smack him across the face. I took in a deep breath, and made my way back to my room. “That’s a woman right there, D!” I shuddered as I distinctly heard him brag to Dwight.

As soon as I got there, I began to hear music. It was upbeat, peppy, and somewhat irritating. After a few more seconds, it abruptly stopped. Before I could step into my room, it started again. It was already starting to get on my nerves, so I decided to investigate and marched down the hall towards the music.

Before I could reach the source, my heart jumped at the sight of Daryl sneaking out of his cell. Luckily, no one was around to see him but me. “Daryl!” I whisper-yelled at him. He snapped his head in my direction and ran to me as quickly and silently as possible. As soon as he reached me, he threw his arms around my waist and buried his head in my shoulder as my arms went around his neck. I tried my best to ignore the putrid scent of his clothes as we held each other there. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked tearfully, pulling away and looking at him.

“They think I’m useful,” he grunted, looking back at me. “They ‘been tryin’ to break me this whole time.”

“Come with me,” I offered. “I can get you some real food and a nice shower-”

“I can’t do that, (Y/n). It’ll get one of us or someone back home killed.”

“At least let me show you where I’m staying. We’ve got to be quick, though. Negan will be there in about 5 minutes.” Daryl nodded hesitantly, and followed me down the hall to my room. “If you ever need anything, come by when you can. Otherwise I’ll bring you something.” I hugged him once more before pointing towards the exit. “The exit’s that way.”

“I ain’t leavin’ without ya,” he argued. “I can’t leave you here by yourself.”

“You have to,” I countered. “Like you said: someone will end up dead. Go without me.” He shook his head. “Please, Daryl,” I begged, placing my hands on his shoulders and forcing him to face me. “Just go.”

With a sigh, he squeezed me one last time. “I’ll come back for ya.”

“If I can get out,” I mumbled, pulling away from him. Without another word, he snuck towards the exit. I quickly went back into my room, sat on the leather chair and waited for Negan to come by. Before too long, I heard a knock on my door. I shot out of my place, and made my way to the door, opening it to see that same smug face scanning me up and down.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he winked. “Find your way around all right? No issues with getting lost?”

“Oh no,” I waved him off. “No problem.” I put on a fake, sultry smile for him. “So, what’s the plan?”

He cleared his throat. “Well, now I’m gonna show you-”

The static on his walkie suddenly caught our attention as a voice said, “We’ve got a runner.” My heart stopped.

They caught him.

God only knows what they’re gonna do to him now.

An amused grin stretched across his lip. “Finally, we’ve got some action around here! Let’s go, babe! I want you to see this!” Reluctantly, I followed behind him, fighting my stomach as it twisted and churned. We went through the exit to see nine Saviors circled around Daryl. He started that damned two-toned whistle again, swinging Lucille over his shoulder and adding in a different tune shortly after as he made his way to the center of the circle.
With a sigh, he asked, “Are we pissin’ our pants yet?” I stood outside the circle as Daryl watched him carefully. “Who are you?” Negan asked Fat Joey.

“Negan,” he answered.

“Who are you?” He pointed Lucille at the Savior behind him.

“Negan.”

“Who are ya?!”

“Negan!” The whole group answered.

“You see that?” He chuckled. “I am everywhere. And this was your shot to prove to me that that fundamental fact was sinking in, and you failed. Which sucks, because your life was about to get so much cooler. Am I right?”

“Damn right,” Joey answered.

Negan stepped closer to him, pressing Lucille to the ground next to his bare feet causing him to jump back a little. “Now, Dwight gave you some options. I don’t think you get it yet. So I’m gonna break it down for you. You get three choices.” He paused for a moment, holding up a finger. “One, you wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two, you get out of your cell, you work for points, but you’re gonna wish you were dead. Or three, you work for me, you get yourself a brand-new pair of shoes, and you live like a king! Choice seems pretty obvious. You should know, there is no door number four,” he said, shaking his head. “This is it. This is the only way.”

Daryl remained silent, giving him his trademark side-glare. Part of me wanted him to give in, but the rest of me wanted him to keep fighting. Negan chuckled, fastening his grip on Lucille. “Screw it.”

A yelp escaped my lips as he swung her through the air. I lurched forward, but was stopped by the Savior standing next to Fat Joey. Negan abruptly stopped in front of Daryl, who didn’t move an inch. “Wow!” He backed away from him. “You don’t scare easy. I love that! But Lucille… Well, it kind of pisses her off. She finds it to be disrespectful.” He pointed her at Daryl. “Lucky for you, she’s not feeling too thirsty today.” His face grew darker. “But I am. So…” His face suddenly brightened up again. “I’m gonna go get me a drink. And what better drink is there than this tall glass of-” he turned to see me still being restrained. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked the Savior holding me rightly.

He turned pale. “I-I was just-”

“How many times do I have to tell you numb-skulls?” He shook his head, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him. “No one messes with her!” His voice was at its maximum volume and intensity. “If anyone’s gonna handle her, it’s ME!” He took a deep breath, pressing his lips to the top of my head, then led us both out of the circle.

The whistling started again, and the Saviors surrounding Daryl proceeded to beat him up. “Aren’t you gonna stop them?” I asked, trying to hide my concern. “I mean, that’s nine against one.”

“That’s protocol for any prisoner that escapes,” he nonchalantly replied.

Nine against one? That’s more than unfair.
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Negan and I waited in my room for Dwight to come in with Daryl. I leaned back on the counter while he sat in the chair. This time, they were going to see if they could get him to comply and join them. At this point, it might be best. Maybe we need to stop fighting to survive and allow them to rule us.

The knob turned, and the door creaked open. “Step in,” Dwight ordered Daryl.

He quietly shuffled in, keeping his head down. My heart broke seeing him so tired, beaten up and bloodied.

“Je-sus,” Negan placed Lucille on the floor and stood from the leather chair.

“You…look awful.” Well, what else did he expect?! “Don’t you worry. We’ll have Carson fix you all up. You thirsty? Here.” He handed him a glass of water. “Ah, hell, I forgot. Your mouth is all… puffed up like a baboon’s ass. Need a straw? D, give him a straw. What’s wrong with you?” I wasn’t surprised to see Dwight go straight to the right cabinet and get a straw. “See that guy? He hustles. I like hustle.” Dwight made his way back over, placing the straw in Daryl’s glass. “But believe it or not, things weren’t always cool between us. See, D here–he worked for points. Him and his super hot wife and her super hot sister.”

It dawned on me there that Sherry was his wife. As I listened to the story in detail, I began to feel sorry for Dwight. The way he acts and his dedication to the group are just fronts he puts up to survive in the Sanctuary and protect Sherry. Any noble person would do the same for someone they love, which is exactly what I intend to do if I have to.

“The point being, I think you can be that guy. I think you are ready to be that guy. You look around here. This?” He gestured around the room. “Well… it can all be yours. All you got to do is answer one simple question. Who are you?”

“Just say it,” I thought to myself. “Just say it, and we’ll have a better chance of survival.”

“What, does the cat got your tongue? You’re just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this? I’m gonna ask you one more time.” He stood right in front of him, holding Lucille close to his face. “Who are you?”

A long period of silence went by before he looked up and answered, “Daryl.” I felt proud of him, but at the same time I believed he made a mistake.

“Oh,” Dwight groaned. “This is the only-”

“Hey. Sst, sst, sst,” Negan stopped him. “It’s cool, D. He made his choice. Ain’t my problem if he made a dumbass choice.” He stroked his hand over his chin in thought. “Go ahead and take him to the fence.”

“No, wait!” I protested before Dwight could grab Daryl. I rushed to Negan. “Don’t do this! He doesn’t deserve it. Let him live!”

“And why should I do that?” He questioned, staring down at me.

“If you do…” I trailed off, glancing sorrowfully at Daryl who discreetly shook his head, his eyes begging me to stop talking. “I’ll accept your proposal.”
Negan exploded with jubilant laughter. “Now THAT is an offer I can’t refuse! Look at you! You’re finally submitting to me!” Suddenly, he grabbed both sides of my face and smashed his lips to mine. It didn’t take long for him to pull away. He sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me as close to him as possible. “Dwight, go ahead and take Daryl back. The missus and I have some business to take care of.”

Heartbroken, Daryl glanced back at me before Dwight took him back to his cell. “You made the right decision, sweetheart.” He assured me, running his hands up and down my arms. “I’ll take you to your new room.” He looked right into my eyes with that devilish smirk of his. “We can get to know each other real well.”
I might be on my way to living in luxury, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being a prisoner.

Still, my philosophy stands: Whatever it takes to keep my family alive.
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I’ll admit, I argued with myself over this one quite a bit. Regardless, I hope y'all like it!

I also wanted to say a HUGE thanks to those of you who read “This Is It.” The feedback I’ve received has been constructive and heartwarming. You guys welcomed me back into the writing world with open arms, and I really appreciate that!

I hope you guys have enjoyed your holiday season! I get to start up again on Monday. Wheeee… Until next time! Love y'all! -LGN

(Part 3)

Mercymaker Christmas drabble

You kids know what time is it, time for those good good mercymaker drabbles. Holiday themed! It is a bit late but you knowww, things got busy.

Also new mercymaker headcanon I discovered while writing this: Amélie Lacroix is a little shit and it gives me life.

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Imagine Castiel making you a Christmas sweater

“I got you something.” The pure happiness on Castiel’s face as he handed you a badly wrapped gift topped with a huge bow left you grinning. 

“A Christmas present?” You kindly took it from him, slightly confused as to why he was giving it to you when there was still days to go yet.

“One for you to open early.” You could see how excited he was and you could already feel yourself practically bursting with anticipation. 

“Really?” Your eyes widened like a little kids, barely waiting a second after he nodded before you were eagerly tearing into the paper. Once you saw what it was you laughed. “A Christmas jumper!”

“Do you like it? I made it myself.” He beamed proudly and you couldn’t help but smile despite the fact that it looked a little too big, the material slightly scratchy and you could see several small holes he’d failed to patch up.

“Cas I love it!” You threw your arms around the neck, the two of you laughing as he returned the favour, his arms squeezing your waist. 


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Phan fluff: the final show

It was the final show of Tatinof, cheers and screams echoed around the theatre. The entire show had been a blur, they’d still put just as much effort into it, of course, however the emotional rollercoaster that had been their lives for the last year was drawing to a close. They’d been all around the world, meeting fans and performing and doing the craziest things, but for Dan the best part was that he got to do it with Phil. Without Phil none of this would have happened. Phil had been the one who convinced Dan to start a YouTube channel, Phil been the one to help him through the tough times when he doubted himself and Phil has been the one who always stood by him, just as he was now. Dan looked over to his boyfriend who was beaming proudly.

‘Whenever I’m alone, or if I’m feeling grey…’ Phil began the song as the crowd cheers grew louder. ‘There’s one place I can go to brighten up my dayyy’ Phil was trying hard not to look back at Dan, knowing that tears would start to form if he did. 'It makes me want to sing, that’s how the show should end, but wouldn’t it be good if I… could sing it with a friend’ Phil gestured over to the brown haired boy. 'Okay fine, whatever I’ll join in tooo!’ Dan had no moment to catch his breathe as he ran to get his golden jacket on, he glanced over at Phil who was hurriedly putting on his to run back on stage.

The song flew past like a whirlwind, as they danced the two boys felt truly immersed in the song and motivation from the crowd. 'The internet is here, the internet is great. When you’ve got lots of followers, who needs a real maaate?’ They gestured to the audience. 'Without the internet’ they turned to face each other 'We never would have met’ Dans heart skipped a beat as if his emotions were just catching up. They took off their hats and carried on dancing to the routine, their legs kicking in the air. 'Life is so much better, when you spend it all online!’ The final words of the song left their lips, they tossed the hats in the air and the golden confetti came trickling down. Dan looked over at Phil again, he had time to think now, the crowds screams seemed to have been silenced by his brain. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Phil watched as a single tear rolled down Dan’s face and fell to the floor with the confetti.

The next thing he knew Dan was off the stage, Phil led him into the dressing room where they both sat down. Not only was Dan’s mind a blur but so was his vision, dazed and distorted by tears. 'So’ Phil began, finally managing to get his words out. 'I guess that’s it then’ Phil’s eyes flickered brightly like his jacket 'after a whole year of traveling the world and meeting everyone this is it’ Phil tried to carry on rambling aware of the fact that Dan was crying but Dan stopped him. 'Phil I, I don’t know what to say’ Dan’s hands trembled. Phil wiped the tears from Dan’s face and lifted his head by the chin. 'Then don’t say anything at all’ Phil said, his lips meeting Dan’s. At that moment Dan’s mind calmed, his rushed and speeding thoughts came to a halt, his tears stopped and Phil felt his lips curl into a smile. As Phil pulled away he brought Dan into a tight hug. 'Phil’ Dan had found his voice once again. 'Lets go home’

The two boys walked down the corridor, holding hands. 'You know, it’s a shame we couldn’t have borrowed some of that confetti for that kiss’ Phil remarked, making Dan giggle fondly.

Let’s tell another story where Voldemort, snippets of prophecy in hand, went after the Longbottoms instead of the Potters–

Neville Longbottom didn’t do magic until he was nearly eight (and even then it was just bouncing down the stairs after he had tripped), but his grandmother beamed proudly all the same. 

“Used up eight years of it slaying dark wizards,” she told her other society ladies over tea. 

But Neville, in any ‘verse, was not a stupid boy. When people praised him for things that weren’t his fault, he knew better than to believe they were looking at him. Overlooking the stammering, pudgy kid in the corner isn’t that much different from seeing the scar and not the boy. 

His grandmother smiled at him and Neville gulped, tried to will magic into being, because one day she would expect him to be done recuperating from his toddling heroism. 

This was a Neville who stepped onto Platform 9 ¾ with all eyes on him– the Remerberall clutched tight in one sweaty fist, the sleek black cat his uncle had bought him under the other arm. He did not ask for Hufflepuff, even though he wanted to, because he was supposed to be brave. 

Let’s tell this story: if Voldemort went after the Longbottoms, then the Lestranges went after the Potters. 

Peter still betrayed James and Lily to enemy hands. Sirius still chased him down and laughed when he was arrested on the blasted-apart street. Both of these boys were still raised by families that did not know how to love them. Just the scar exchanged hands. 

Except– I wonder if old Dumbledore would have made Harry go to the Dursleys then, or if that particular condemnation was only for the Boy Who Lived, who needed blood protection. Would Harry get to go to Lupin? Or maybe one of the Order members with a more stable income– Andromeda Tonks, maybe, who already had her own little girl to raise, and who despite all the complications did miss having siblings around. 

Little Nymphadora, who even then demanded to be called Tonks, turned her hair every color and let baby Harry tug on it. Harry grew up loved, in this world, but he still grew up lost. He still studied his reflection like meeting his eyes might mean meeting someone else’s. 

Harry still grew up knowing how to use a telephone, spent Christmases with Muggle grandparents. Andromeda went toe to toe with Dumbledore when she disagreed with him; “If I am to raise this boy, then I am going to. I won’t be your nanny, Albus. I don’t care what half a prophecy this boy once was. I don’t care if you glower. I’m a mother and I am a Black and you can think twice before you think about trying to frighten me.”

Ted told Harry and Tonks the story of Goldilocks (he turned his Metamorphmagus nose to a bear snout whenever appropriate), and Andromeda told them about the Deathly Hollows. 

“Which brother is the baby bear?” asked Tonks, not yet old enough for Hogwarts, a literary critic’s light in her eyes. “Which one is just right?”

When Harry went to St. Mungo’s, clinging to Andromeda’s steady hand, tugging on Lupin’s robe, Lily never quite met her son’s eyes. James stole bottle caps and played catch with shaking hands, tried to sneak them out into Harry’s pockets, grin skittering. 

“I think he thinks they’re snitches,” Lupin said. Harry was eight before he learned his father and Lupin were childhood friends. He was surprised. He’d always thought Lupin was much much older. 

In this world, on the Great Hall stone, there was a boy in the crowd named Ron who would be a Gryffindor, because every Weasley always was; there was a boy named Draco who would be a Slytherin, before the Hat had even barely touched his head. 

In this world, there was a boy in the crowd who would be a Hufflepuff, because his big sister was the best thing in the world and Nymphadora Tonks wore yellow on her sleeve. 

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Forever Together

Original Imagine: Imagine being Stiles’ boyfriend/girlfriend and pretending to choose the Nogitsune (to gain it’s trust), all the while using hidden meanings in words to let Stiles know you choose him

Author: Mary 

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 1702

Warnings: Minimal swearing, pretty fluffy

The cold night air pierced against your skin, as you closed your eyes, and exhaled softly, trying to slow down your increasingly rapid heart rate. This was it. After weeks of planning, after weeks of trying to find ways to execute this task perfectly, the moment had finally arrived. And you were the star. 

It had been unbearable for a long amount of time. Ever since Stiles had been possessed by the Nogitsune, it had led to many sleepless nights, mostly out of fear and an aching heart. 

You and Stiles had been inseparable ever since Kindergarten, when he had somehow tricked Timothy Greene, the school’s most feared bully, away from tormenting you ever again. Little Stiles had beamed proudly as Timothy ran away from you, offering his small hand to help you up. “Forever together, right?” Stiles questioned nervously, and you had giggled, not understanding what he had meant, but had simply nodded your head. You had began dating Sophomore year in high school, even before Scott had become a werewolf. 

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A Blushing Graduate

All of your hard work and late nights in the library had been for this moment. You sat in your designated seat, nervously playing with the hem of your bright blue gown as the principal gave his speech about how proud he was to see so many of you before him today. Quickly you zoned him out, the butterflies in your stomach making you feel uneasy. Looking behind you at the crowd, you spotted your mum and dad with their beaming smiles, waving proudly when you caught their attention.

But no Baekhyun.

There was a little part of you that was disappointed your boyfriend couldn’t make it to your graduation. It wasn’t every day you finished university. But you knew it broke his heart that he couldn’t make it either. You were up all night on the phone to him, trying to tell him that it was ok, that his schedule came first. In the end he just grumbled and promised you that he’d make it up to you somehow.

Even though you knew he would be there if he could, his absence from the crowd ached your heart a little bit. You sent your parents a small smile and then turned to face the front again, anxiously anticipating the end of the principal’s speech, which eventually finished. When they started announcing the names of people collecting their diplomas, the clapping began and you sat up a little straighter.

As they got closer and closer to your name in the alphabet, the butterflies in your stomach began to take flight, making you feel slightly sick. But the butterflies weren’t just because of nerves, you were really excited too. Everything you had been working for was all for this moment and you couldn’t quite believe it was here.

They finally said your name, a smile instantly growing on your face as you got to your feet and made your way to the line near the stage. You stole a glance at your parents who were on their feet cheering loudly, your dad haphazardly aiming his camera at you. You gave them a wave and found your place, smoothing your gown out and checking your hair before you went on stage for your diploma. When you climbed the steps of the stage, the loudest cheer echoed from the back of the hall. At first you thought it was for someone else, but when you reached the top of the steps and could see the back of the hall, you sighed to yourself and started to smile, a bright blush burning your cheeks.

Your eyes fell on Baekhyun, his smile bright and proud as he waved frantically for your attention. Joining him was all the other members clapping and cheering which only made your blush burn brighter. You stumbled over to your principal, too shocked to form a coherent ‘thank you’ as he passed you your diploma. As he handed you the scroll that proved all your hard work wasn’t for nothing, the cheering from the back got louder and as you looked over, you saw all ten boys holding up a banner that had your name printed in large black letter across it. You dipped your head and hurried off the stage, feeling your cheeks grow hotter.

You found your seat again and waited for everyone else to collect their diplomas, all the while reeling at the fact Baekhyun had made it to your graduation. You couldn’t believe he had lied. He seemed so convincing on the phone last night. Every minute or two you had to turn around to see if he actually was there, which he was – smiling at you with a big bouquet of flowers. You blushed in response and dipped your head, letting your hair hide the redness of your cheeks.

Once the last of the diplomas had been handed out and the principal had said his final words, he dismissed the class for the last time and everyone cheered – all the students throwing their caps up just like in the movies. You couldn’t stop your smiling as you hugged some of your friends. You had actually graduated. By now, all of the parents had merged into the crowd, making it difficult to find anyone. Your parents found you first though, giving you a big hug and telling you how proud they were of you. You started to blush again and told your dad he should take a picture of you and your mum. As you posed, the flash went off and then strong arms were wrapping themselves around your body and lifting you up in a spin.

You knew it was Baekhyun but you still screamed. He quickly put you down and pulled you back in for a tight hug, his face burying itself in your hair. You smiled into the collar of jacket and closed your eyes, letting the smell of him surround you. When he began to pull away, you opened your eyes and smiled up at him. He kissed your nose and then let you go to properly greet your parents, bowing deeply. Then he wrapped an arm around your waist and you told your parents you’d be back soon, you just wanted to say hello to Baekhyun’s friends.

“Congratulations!” Baekhyun cried excitedly as he led you through the crowd of hugging people. “You did it!”

“I thought you couldn’t make it,” you exclaimed, curling closer into him as you tried to dodge everyone on your way to the back of the hall.

Baekhyun laughed and kissed your temple. “Of course I was going to make it. It’s not every day your girlfriend graduates from university! This is a big deal babe!”

You broke through the back of the crowd and were instantly met with 9 excited boys jumping at the chance to hug you. Your blush burned as you took the time to hug each of them, accepting the flowers they had brought you. The smile on your face never left – you were unbelievably happy to point where none of it seemed real.

After you had been passed around, you found your way back to Baekhyun, his strong arms enveloping you and the 10 bouquets of flowers you had been gifted with. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmured softly into your ear. “You’re officially smarter than me. You even got a piece of paper to prove it.”

“I would have been smarter than you without the degree,” you retorted jokingly, nuzzling deeper into his embrace. Kissing your blushing cheeks, you heard his laugh echo in your ear.

You leaned back to find out what was so funny, your eyebrows raised questioningly. “What are you thinking about Baek?” you asked, your lips slightly pouted.

“I don’t think I’ve just ever seen you blush so much,” he laughed, dotting kisses on both of your cheeks which only made them burn harder. “I like this look for you. I might make a big deal out of everything from now on.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried your best to frown at him. “If you start cheering me every time I go to the toilet, I’m going to move out,” you told him, pouting harder to hide the fact you wanted to burst out laughing.

“Well now you are just giving me ideas,” Baekhyun joked, the mischievous sparkle in eye appearing. He ran a hand along your right cheek and leaned closer. “Oh my blushing graduate,” he murmured in his melodious voice before closing the gap between your lips.


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miffythoughts-deactivated201509  asked:

Can I have Hayama and Kise arguing during a family dinner on who's the better cousin between them? Heheh, thank you~ :D ^^

omg them as cousins would be a wreck, so this is more like an AU where hayama and kise are cousins

“I don’t see why you’re so intent on proving to our dearest, youngest cousin that you’re the better cousin. It’s clear who’s the better one.” Hayama smiled sweetly up at Kise.

Kise, equally as irked already, returned an even sweeter smile, “She has to know that I’m the better cousin since I can show her all sorts of things. I’m talented in my areas after all.”

“It’s true that you’re talented but I wouldn’t call your school elite enough, wouldn’t you agree? Rakuzan would be the perfect place for this angel.” He beamed proudly, hands on his hips.

“Well, Rakuzan is full of competitive snobs, wouldn’t you say?”

“Kaijou is too loud, too spirited, she needs to go somewhere more dignified. Plus, we all know who’s the more talented one here.”

“You’re only an Uncrowned King while I was named one of the Generation of Miracles.” Kise smirked, flipping his hair over his shoulder.

“At least I didn’t break so easily in a game against Seirin.” He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “I’m obviously stronger with my hands.”

“But not with your brain.”

Hayama narrowed his eyes and growled, “I’m in Rakuzan. That’s a sign enough of how smart I am.”

“Why don’t we ask her who she likes better huh?”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

The two of them whipped their heads to the toddler who was blinking up at them in confusion. “Dada?” She cooed out before bursting into giggles.

These two really were immature.

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Love & Coffee (Part 6)

Summary: You’re a barista at a regular ol’ coffee shop. That is until a handsome customer comes in and things start to change.

Word Count:416

Warnings: None.

“Love & Coffee” Masterlist

A/N: This part is short, but it contains a lot lol. Now we’re getting somewhere, yay!

Originally posted by morefelton


Just as expected, Steve and Nat loved your latte. They complimented you on it and Bucky beamed proudly at you. “I told you it was the best latte,” he said with a smile.

You ducked your head and stared at your half-eaten food, biting your lower lip. Nat smiled at you before looking at Bucky. “Date,” she mouthed at him. “Ask her out.”

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anonymous asked:

also this is webgott AF: otpprompts(.)tumblr(.)com/post/155732542875/person-a-has-really-great-hair-soft-long-always and the great thing is.. it could work both ways because they both have freaking amazing hair.

Person A has really great hair. Soft, long, always perfect in every way. Person B is hopelessly in love with it and makes a habit of stroking it absentmindedly, braiding it, running their fingers through it. On top of that, it’s been the same way ever since they’ve been together. So it’s kind of a shock one day when B comes home to A beaming proudly, sporting a new crew cut, and exclaiming “What do you think?!”

Oh god this reminds me of

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  • and you know Lieb will be shocked because Webster is not one to take drastic measure but “oh god, Web. are you dying?”
  • which no.
  • hoobler dares him to do it for 100 bucks.
  • “ARE YOU STUPID?”
  • “WHAT? I COULD BUY A LOT OF BOOKS WITH THAT MONEY, JOE!”
  • Lieb doesn’t talk to Web for 3 days and sometime Web can feel Lieb’s hand reaching out to touch his hair only to pull back in the last minute because he remembers Webster doesn’t have soft hair anymore.
  • which forces Webster to buy a wig just to make Lieb talks to him again which he does by saying, “You’re an idiot. No wig could ever replace your hair.”
  • to which Web quickly leans in to kiss Lieb on the mouth because it’s been too long and he murmurs that “hair will grow back anyway. just gotta ride this one out first.”

howling--fantods  asked:

❤️

Okay so, first of all.. I was hanging out with JD yesterday and she was talking about how some U2 fans are really into graphic design and stuff on tumblr and I was beaming proudly going like: “THAT’S ALEX!!!!!”

I love you so much Alex, and I love how incredibly personal your tumblr is and how it makes me feel like I know you. Like. Sometimes you know what someone’s like through their likes and dislikes and you see their tags and it’s just a direct view into their brains and all. That’s a bunch of actual goals. I sometimes get annoyed by things on my dash I dont care about but I’ve never been annoyed by anything you post.. Maybe because I’ve grown low-key interested in it as well now?? I DON’T KNOW!!!! but I love it.

And then you’re really pretty & smart and you have the best one-liners like: “ALWAYS BE NOELIN” and “JOHNNY MARR IS THE SONIC ARCHITECT OF THE SMITHS!!” and I love those and they’re so iconic. :’)))

Anyway, I just really love you and I’m thrilled about the fact that we’ll end up meeting this summer and !!!! it’s going to be so great. :’) LONDON BABY!

I just hope that things will be alright for you & that one day you’ll meet Graham and get to give him a big hug and you deserve all the good things. <3

Mutuals send me a ❤️ & I’ll compliment you.  

Baby bunnies

A/N A little continuation from Congratulations where I do the characters in a little more depth


Honoka.

“I’m home!”

The call was followed with a jumble of noises before the two occupants inside bounded towards the third family member.

“Umi-chan!”

“Papa”

The two said in precise unison, only making the other sigh at the cute yet freaky behavior. None the less she smiled before embracing her two girls, lightly kissing the younger version of Honoka on the forehead before doing he same to the real one.

A pair of giggles that only a mother and daughter could match filled the older woman’s ears. Earning a smile as she let them out of her embrace and headed towards the kitchen.

Little Honoka followed her ‘papa’ and clutched onto her trousers “Papa, I learned something today!” she yelled proudly, beaming up at her.

Umi smiled and picked her up “and what is that?”.

“Mama taught me where babies come from!”

“… Ho-no-ka!”


Kotori.

The sound of crying filled the small space of the apartment.

Umi groaned and turned to the woman next to her, gently rubbing her arm as she felt the other arouse from her slumber.

“I’ve got it” Umi sleepily grumbled.

Pulling back the covers and stretching her arms, Umi pulled her still sleepy body off the bed and to the next room.

She padded over to the small cot and looked down at the small bundle of drool and tears and gently hoisted her up and placed her against her shoulder. Rocking back and fourth as she sat down on the soft chair they’d put there for such an occasion.

While it took a while for the crying to quieten down before finally stopping, the small baby was still restless from being awake too long.

With the baby still clutched at her shoulder, Umi made her way to  the kitchen to fetch a bottle before settling herself down on the sofa.

Despite her best efforts, it wasn’t long until the disrupted sleep caught up with her and she closed her eyes from the fatigue.

A few hours later the sound of soft footsteps could be heard before Kotori wandered into the living room “Umi-chan..” she called while clearing the sleep from her eyes.

Only to smile at her beloved asleep; baby in the same state against her.


Maki.

Umi gave a small wave as she drove up to the school her daughter went to, smiling as the small red head waved to her friends before jumping in the seat next to her.

“Have a good day?” she asked as she drove off.

Her daughter nodding tiredly “it was okay… for school anyway”

The older woman chuckled. 

“Is mama at home?” the young girl asked, turning to her papa expectantly while she waited for the answer.

Umi shook her head then took a quick glance at the clock in the car “no, but we can go see her at work if you’d like?”.

Amber eyes lit up “really?!” she then realized what she had done and crossed her arms, turning away from her mothers teasing smile “I mean why not? you know, its not like I really care or anything”

So like your mother Umi thought as she chuckled at the behavior.

A few moments later and both finally saw the Nishikino hospital up ahead. Umi parked up in her own reserved space before exiting her car, daughter not far behind.

Greeting the staff that new her, Umi made her way over to the receptionist “is Maki on her break?” she asked.

The lady smirked “she always is for you two” 

The teasing statement made made the archer turn crimson.

The lady carried on “after all your daughter was officially created in that roo-”

“Well thanks for letting me know, come along now lets go see your mother” Umi rushed as she placed her hands over her daughters ears, pushing her towards Maki’s office.

Opening the door she was met with Maki sitting at her desk, nose in all her paperwork.

“Mama!” 

The other woman turned around in surprise “eh? what are you doing here?” despite the blunt question, the older read head couldn’t stop the smile as she hugged her daughter.

“Nice to see you too”


Rin.

“Umi-nya~”

Umi looked up from her work to two pairs of bright golden eyes.

“Yes?”

A smaller version of Rin clung onto her shoulder as she rubbed her cheek against Umi’s, the actual Rin doing the same against the other.

Umi sighed “you both want ramen don’t you?”

Rin cheered “nya yep, Rin knew Umi-chan would guess correct. That’s why Rin married Umi-chan”

While slightly blushing at the comment, Umi couldn’t stop the small smile as she stretched and stood up. Small Rin still clutching onto her like a small baby monkey.

Patting Rin’s head, Umi made her way into the kitchen, placing her daughter onto the kitchen table as she began her cooking.

About ten minutes later, while Umi was cleaning up, she looked back towards the other two and smiled at their - although slightly messy - satisfied expressions on their faces. 

Wiping her hands, Umi went over to place a quick kiss on both their foreheads before getting back to her abandoned work.

“Say ‘ahhh’~”

“Ahhh~”

“Ah! mama that’s unfair!”

Please leave me out of this…

“Papa!”

“Umi-chan!”


Hanayo.

The sound of high pitched giggling disturbed Umi from her book as she looked up to see Hanayo giving their daughter her first bath.

She smiled and dropped her book onto the coffee table, standing and walking over to their bedroom.

Opening the draw, Umi sighed at the clothes Hanayo had ‘insisted’ on buying their daughter.

All of them had one thing or another to do with idols. Going to the store was complete chaos that day.

Umi shivered at the memory who knew innocent rive loving Hanayo could be so… scary.

Picking up some pajamas, Umi made her way back into the living room and placed them on the char, settling herself back on the sofa as Hanayo began to dry the giggling infant with a towel. 

“Can you put her clothes on?”

Umi smiled and nodded, gently taking the baby from the others hands and placed her onto the soft carpet.

“Pa-p-pa”

“Look Umi-chan she trying to talk” she heard the soft voice behind her before she felt Hanayo lean against her shoulder.

“Can you say rice?” Hanayo asked in her baby voice. Causing Umi to chuckle and look down at the small infant.

“Rice”

She said it straight away?!


Eli.

“Papa how do you do this?”

Umi looked over towards her daughter and leaned over to look at the question she was referring to.

Once explained, her daughter gave her thanks before carrying on with her homework.

“Umiiiiii”

A sudden force fell onto her lap and she looked down to a pair of tired blue. Eli had been working night shifts at the office and was completely drained of energy.

Patting the blonde on the head, Umi massaged her scalp since she knew Eli would’ve had a headache.

Eli made a small noise of content and turned her head to face the smaller blonde “how’re doing?”

Their daughter looked back towards her mother and blinked a few times before answering “I’m doing okay, but the English is a little difficult” she admitted.

“Well that doesn’t surprise me” Umi chuckled.Eli agreed “after all you’re learning Japanese, Russian and English all at the same time”

The other blonde nodded and sighed “I guess that’s true” 

“But hey!” Eli lightened the mood “your poetry has been improving, you have your paps’s talent” she grinned.

Umi sighed “what you made me write back then was embarrassing and shameless”

Eli grinned “yes no, say yes!” she sang, earning an annoyed expression from the other woman.

“Harasho”


Nico.

“Oi get down from there before you hurt yourselves” Nico called at the twins as they tried to climb the counters. No doubt trying to grab a cookie without anyone finding out.

Nico placed her hand on her hips and gave her two children a small glare “your just lucky it was me who caught you” she shook her head “no go wake up your papa before breakfast”

The twins gave an equal grin as they cheered and ran out of the kitchen.

Umi had been having a nice little lying when two little mounds flew on top of her and disturbed her from that.

Sighing, she sat up to meet two pairs of crimson eyes. Both grinning “Papa!” they cheered, leaping onto her body and hugging each of her limbs.

Umi chuckled and patted each of their heads, earning a small giggle from each as they rushed back out of the room.

Stretching her sleep limbs and getting up, Umi yawned as she made her way into the kitchen.

Despite having her back to the younger woman, Nico could still tell she was there “have a nice nap?”

Umi nodded before remembering Nico couldn’t see her “well, I did”

Nico grinned “your welcome”


Nozomi.

“Umi-chaan”

Rolling over on the bed, Umi came to face a pair of teasing emerald eyes.

“Hmm?” she hummed, rubbing her eyes.

Nozomi grinned and shifted closer, wrapping her arms around the others waist “she’s still asleep, its time for some Umi lovin’” she whispered against here ear. 

Despite the fact she had just woken up, Umi’s face exploded with color, earning a satisfied grin from the other.

Nozomi stared to close the distance, almost achieving it when their bedroom door slammed open and the hurried sound of footsteps echoed before the bed dipped from a tiny amount of weight.

The two surprised women felt a small body weave its way between them before the sight of dark hair could be seen, a tiny pair of eyes looking up at them with what seemed like fear.

Nozomi smiled and pulled their daughter up until she was head level with the two women “another nightmare?”

The tiny female shook her head vigorously.

The pair smiled at each other before snuggling themselves into the shaking toddler, wrapping their arms in an attempt to ease her worries and lull her back to sleep.

After a few moments her breathing evened out and her body began to loosen up.

Nozomi smiled and lifted up her head slightly to look Umi in the eye.

“Hey, Umi-chan listen she talking in her sleep”

Umi widened her eyes slightly before listening to her daughters slurred speech.

“…washi washi…”

After becoming an orphan at a very young age, Natasha was taken in by a group of people that raised her to become a perfect slave. She was eager and willing to do anything within her power to make her master happy. Now at the age of twenty one, she was given as a gift to Charlie by the men of the organization that raised her. 

She had been with him for a few days already and was comfortable being around him. Natasha woke up before her new master and decided to fix him something for breakfast. She quickly made her way to the kitchen, cooking up some pancakes and bacon. She put the food on a platter, as well as a glass of orange juice, before returning to her master’s room. She set the tray aside and lightly tapped on Charlie’s shoulder as she took a seat on the bed. “Sir, I made you breakfast.” She beamed proudly, as she tried to wake him,

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Kage grinned, satisfied with Shin’s reaction. He tilted his head when Shin asked where he got the flowers from, and he chuckled merrily.

“Ah, I got them from my little sister! She’s got a real skill for growing nice, healthy flowers~” he explained, beaming proudly. He always loved to boast talk about any his siblings when he got the chance.

He wondered if he should tell Shin that the flowers were slightly enchanted, but decided not to. Shin would get a surprise when the flowers lasted for more than a week.