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Jacob Portman/Millard Nullings Headcanons

I started watching Sex Education...

Needless to say that was interesting

But anyways sorry for not posting. I've just been super tired and busy

I'm actually starting this on 6/14 but it may come out on 6/15 idk

Okay enjoy

Prompt(s): Random

When Millard got shot in the first book, Jacob never stopped bringing it up whenever he got hurt

Millard could get a paper cut and Jacob would freak thinking it could reopen his wound

"Millard, you know doing that could cause strain to your wound, right?"

"It's been over a year!"

Whenever Jacob gets hurt, Millard very under reacts

Jacob gets stabbed? Put a bandaid on it. It worked in the olden days

Just kidding but Millard definitely isn't the type to overreact whenever it comes to stressful situations unless somebodies actively trying to stress him out

"Millard, what if he gets an infection? What if the wound reopens later? what if--"

"STOOP!"

They aren't the pet name couple AT ALL

Jacob finds them cringey and Millard just sounds stupid trying to come up with any because it just sounds bad

Jacob finds pick up lines better

"Did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?"

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

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Jacob Portman/Noor Pradesh Drabble

Do I dabble in the art of drabbles? Perchance...

I absolutely adore this ship

I probably like it more than Jemma to be honest

My list of ships probably goes from number one being Enorace, two being Jillard, three being Joor, four being Jemma, and Fugh being five

I just love them all

Summary: Noor comforts Jacob because he's really traumatized.

Being in the remade peculiars house was nice and all, but it gave Jacob nightmares. Literally. Of the nights whenever Miss Peregrine had disappeared, all the nights of hollows prowling around the corner. It was all too stressful.

He shared a room with Noor in the house now. Having left his old life behind, that kept some of the more tame nightmares away, but there's still the really bad ones. One of the worst is reliving the moment in the ship with Noor and the Wights.

Jacob was tossing and turning one night in his bed whenever Noor started to stir. His face contorted into terrified expressions, and noises of discomfort escaped his lips.

Sitting up to see what the commotion was about, Noor looked at Jacob silently, contemplating what to do about this predicament. He seemed to be getting worse by the moment and tears started to well up in his closed eyes.

Noor slowly got up from her spot across the room to cross to Jacob. He was stirring more violently now. She put a hand on his hand and rubbed her fingers across his knuckles soothingly.

"It's okay, Jake." She whispered. "I'm here."

One of his eyes shot up at her words, and he jumped slightly, frightened by the sudden contact. The tears that had been accumulating in his eyelashes fell one by one. Noor grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up, so she could hug him.

His shoulders shook as he cried into her shoulder. She whispered consoling words into his ears until he fell back asleep again on her shoulder.

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Carl Gallagher/Male!Reader Drabble

Been a long while since I've done Carl but I promise I love him

He's so...

You know?

Sorry I took a day off. stressful stuff is happening

M/n is so me in this fic ngl

Okay enjoy to everybody who voted for Carl in the latest poll

Summary: You don't think you deserve what Carl gives you. You are a Milkovich, after all.

You sighed heavily as you walked up the deteriorating front steps to enter the Gallagher house hold. The moment has come where you had to break up with Carl.

He always treated you with the most respect anyone in your life ever had, but you simply can't accept it. You were a Milkovich, and Milkoviches where made for the rough life. Gangs and stuff. Not some loving relationship. Mickey had beaten the odds, that's all. You would mess it all up eventually.

Carl leaving you was your worst nightmare, so you might as well leave him first. You'd gotten in the way of all of the good things you'd ever had; what was different about this one?

You let yourself in as always, and the living room was a mess as always. A mess that you had always loved and adored. You met Carl very early in your school days whenever you had taught him how to make a flame thrower with hairspray and a lighter. He hadn't stopped since.

It was weird for a Gallagher and a Milkovich to be friends, and his sister Fiona was obviously cautious around you at first, but they had all grown to enjoy your company. Even Debbie would hang out with you from time to time.

Nothing changed whenever you started to date Carl beside your self esteem. Even though Carl did everything right, it made you feel wary and cautious. Mickey never seemed to feel that way. You wondered why. Don't misunderstand, you truly loved Carl; but something in you just couldn't accept his love.

"Hey!" A familiar voice from inside called.

You looked over to see who was calling out to you, and you see that it's Carl himself. He looked happy, not stressed as usual with his new job at that police station. You hated to see him so happy and ruin his good day.

"Carl, I have something to talk to you about." You mumbled under your breath.

You weren't one to back down from loud, yelling confrontation. You were from the south side after all; but with Carl was a whole other situation. He has five older siblings, you were bound to get it soon.

"What's up?" He asked with a goofy smile on his face.

You cross your arms, faking a mask of nonchalance. "I need to break up with you."

Not waiting to hear an answer, you hurried out the door. You could hear him calling your name, but you kept on the path back to your house. Though tears didn't fall from your eyes, tears fell in your mind.

You opened the door to your home and closed the door of your relationship.

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PUT IN SOME GODDAMN REQUESTS RIGHT NOW!

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Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson Headcanons

I can't say enough how much I love them

Also this has some mentions of body image I guess because it talks about how Ransom Riggs calls Enoch a fat fuck every other page

😬😬😬

Okay enough of my yapping

Enjoy

ALSO.. TODAY 8/9/24 I AM GOING TO HELP AT A 3 DAY SUMMER CAMP, SO I WON'T POST ANYTHING ON MONDAY

Prompt(s): Random

Adding to my first headcanon post about these two, Enoch hates trying on clothes yes we know

But why, you ask?

Because he's chubby

It doesn't matter to Horace because Horace doesn't care about anything but the clothes but to Enoch it just makes him go eugh

"Take this tight, trash bag-looking jacket off of me!"

"You're dramatic; I think it looks stunning."

Grumble grumble

Enoch doesn't like sweet things at all

Like he can't eat chocolate, sour candy, sweet candy, nothing

He only likes salty things

And Horace is the complete opposite

"May I swipe your piece of cake?"

"Only if I can have your mashed potatoes."

Whenever they get to the present in Jacob's house, Enoch immediately latches onto horror movies

The gorier the better

He likes the Terrifier type horror movies that are super super super gross

(yes I've watched both Terrifier movies, don't judge me)

Horace, on the other hand, can't stand any horror movies

He gets scared to death

SHRRRRIEK

"Hey! That's not an accurate heart!"

Ending notes: Lord of the Rings woo hoo

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Jacob Portman/Male!Reader Drabble

I literally love him so much

He's just amazing

Argument won't be word for word because I finished the books a WHILE ago

Okay this is kind of like a parallel to one of my Emma fics where it's made up time whenever he and Emma break up

Summary: You talk to Jacob in the car whenever he and Emma have their fight.

You had woken up slightly in the dim light of the car. It was parked under a big bridge, and it was coaxing you back to sleep whenever you heard hushed voices in the front seat.

Not opening your eyes so you could eavesdrop, you listened to the strained whispering. Emma and Jacob were in the front seat, you remembered. You always found it intriguing when they fought due to the fact that you had a natural pull to the home-wrecking newcomer.

"You only see me as my grandpa! Just admit that's how it's always been; you aren't over him!" Jacob hissed.

"Jacob, I don't think of you as Abe! You're your own person, and I'm more over Abe than I ever have been." Emma seemed like she was starting to get exasperated with him.

Jacob huffed. "Sure you do. That's exactly why you tried to call him."

"You're obviously not listening to me. I'm going out of the car to get some air before we wake Enoch and don't hear the end of it." She slammed open the car door and got out.

"Yeah, you're obviously worried about not waking everybody." Jacob muttered.

You chuckled lightly and opened your eyes. The look on his face was priceless. It betrayed how angry he was, but there was also another look in his eyes that you couldn't really place.

"You both woke me up a while ago." You explained. "I heard everything."

Jacob turned back forward to look out the window solemnly. "I just don't know what to do anymore."

You drummed your fingers on the car door, trying to think of something to console him. You really didn't have much to say though; it's not like you cared that they broke up. You were pretty happy actually.

"Well, you want to know what I think?" You asked.

"Not really, but go ahead."

"I think that you both are a little bit stupid."

Jacob turned back to look at you with a dumbfounded look. You stared at him right back, definitely not backing down on this one.

"That's right; you're stupid. You, Jacob, are stupid for thinking a girl who dated your grandfather would think of you any different. And Emma is stupid for thinking she was over him."

"Wise words, I guess." Jacob rolled his eyes at your explanation.

"No, true words." You smiled.

Taking a leap of faith, you reached your hand over and put it on top of his that was resting on the middle console between you. He looked down at your hands, furrowing his brows.

"Just, you know, for moral support." You shrugged and a sly smile reached your face.

Despite his earlier worries, Jacob smiled too.

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Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson Headcanons

Sorry about no post yesterday. it was because I was doing important business

Okay back to my favs

I promise there will be other ships SOON

Prompt(s): Random

This is practically canon already but I'm saying it anyway.. Horace will dress up Enoch ALL THE TIME

Like suits, dress clothes, you name it

"You're going to fit, Enoch. Just squeeze!"

"Well, I'm going to put your head on a platter! I can't squeeze anymore!"

Horace likes to pull small, harmless pranks on him too

Like drawing a mustache on his face whenever he's asleep and thinking he's the most devious man alive

"Oh, I'm going to get it whenever he wakes up!" Giggle giggle!

I like to think that Enoch goes and digs up graves to get hearts and stuff

Like pet cemetery but also no..

Horace will declare that he's coming with and Enoch will take him down to his basement where all of his organs are and Horace chickens out

"Where's the guy who wanted to come with me?"

"Dead and gone. Never again."

Ending notes: Ugh so sunburnt it HUUUUURTS

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Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson Drabble

MY BABIES

They are literally so cute

Love them

ONCE AGAIN AT JACOBS HOUSE

Summary: Jacob sees something that seemed like it would never happen. Of course, Emma needs to get her camera.

The night was cold and long, and Horace was absolutely miserable. His hair was still a bit wet from his earlier encounter with Jacob's shower, his bed clothes were rumpled and too big even though he was almost as tall as Jacob.

And speaking of tall, he was most definitely taller than the boy he was lying on the couch with.

Horace had come down the marble stairs to hopefully find some tea bags, and a kettle to make some soothing, relaxing liquid before he returned to slumber, but he found something even more amusing.

Enoch was sitting on the couch, looking bored as he changed the channel on the television. Horace didn't know how Enoch could look at that thing without getting a headache. It was a mystery, just like him.

"Enoch?" Horace whispered, hoping Enoch could hear him from all the way by the stairs.

Enoch jumped and snapped his head toward where Horace was standing. He let out a tiny sigh of relief whenever he found it was just Horace. Horace had known that Enoch had the same insomnia problems that had plagued him all his life, so it was a nice thing to be able to talk to someone about it.

"Could you not sleep?" Enoch rolled his eyes, turning back to the television.

Horace smiled a little bit. He was happy that it was Enoch down here and not Emma as Emma had some problems with sleeping too ever since Abe had died. Always worried that a hollow would be galloping toward them, Emma was.

"Nope. Could you not either?" Horace plopped down beside Enoch.

"Nope."

Enoch continued to flip through the various channels of random cartoons, cooking, pets, and many others. Horace was just glad that Enoch decided to leave the volume off. Probably to not awaken the rest of the house. Hugh was a very light sleeper.

He saw Enoch yawn out of the corner of his eye and rub at his face. Horace wondered if he was tired. He never understood the reason why some people could be tired and not sleep. He was always tired but could fall asleep right away; it's only the nightmares that wake him.

"Are you tired?" Horace asked, tapping lightly at his leg.

"Do birds fly?" Enoch spat defensively.

Horace looked at him, a bit miffed that he would snap at him like that; but then again, what did he really expect out of Enoch. Just because they had been getting closer doesn't mean that Horace didn't get his dumb answers once in a while too.

"Well yes; but technically, penguins are birds, and they do not." Horace lightly chuckled under his breath as he said this.

Enoch sat the remote down on the coffee table and threw his head back in agony. "Do you have any idea on how I could possibly get to sleep, Horace, without your stupid bird facts?" He asked, "because those may be boring enough to drone Millard to sleep but not I."

Rolling his eyes, Horace replied. "It's cold down here; and usually, heat supplies a better climate to fall asleep."

Enoch snuck a glance over at Horace and grinded his teeth together for a moment, seemingly contemplating something.

Before Horace could say another attempt at a solution, Enoch wrapped a hand around his shoulder and abruptly pulled him down into a lying position beside him.

Horace gasped and cocked an eyebrow. He wasn't exactly angry, but he was definitely shocked. Enoch didn't seem exactly like the hugging type, much less the cuddling type.

"What on earth do you think your doing?" Horace sputtered.

"Sleeping." Enoch replied and closed his eyes in a finalisation.

Horace wasn't going to get out of this one.

--

The next day, the two were asleep on the large couch in Jacob's massive living room. Key word, Jacob's living room. So, of course Jacob was the first one up to check the living room.

His eyes widened in glee whenever he saw that the duo were cuddled up with each other next to the arm rest.

Jacob crept up quietly into Emma's room, trying not to wake anyone else up and poked her until she woke up. Though her eyes didn't open before she swiped at him with a flaming hand.

"Jesus Christ, Em!" Jacob hissed and grabbed her wrist to keep it from waving.

"Jacob?" She said sleepily.

Jacob looked out the open door to make sure Enoch and Horace hadn't woken up and giggled to himself quietly.

"I need you and your camera down stairs now."

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Lip Gallagher/Male!Reader Headcanons

I love lip so much ngl

He is so overhated

LIP LOVERS RISE UP ON THIS POST

Prompt(s): Random I guess

Just like in the show, Lip always steals your beer

Except instead of letting him take it, you wack him on the head..

We aren't no pushovers

"I'll be taking this." Swipe!

SMACK!!!!

He sweats really bad in the night so you literally CANT sleep with him

He also steals blankets

And sleep talks

HES JUST A SLEEP WARRIOR..

"I'll be there in a minute.." sleepy mumble mumble..

"You concern me sometimes."

Loves sweet things but can't stand cotton candy

Like literally will puke if he even smells it

(can you tell I'm self projecting?)

"Is that cotton--?" GAG

"Over-dramatic much?"

Speaking of over-dramatic, he isn't over-dramatic at all

He's literally a stone faced being whenever he's not with you or his little siblings

Seeing as siblings came up, his fights with Fiona are literally your worst enemy

You hate it

It sucks to watch through a screen I mean imagine watching it for real

Ending notes: Sigh.. for today then I have an enorace thing for tomorrow

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Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson

RAAAAAH 🔥🔥💥💥 The story has been decided

Honestly, enorace is probably my favorite ship..

It and jillard switch out every now and then

Love them both though

Set in Jacob's house after the third book since that's my favorite setting of all time

Can you tell I'm American by the dialogue???

Didn't know how to end it sooo forgetful Enoch I guess

EDIT... I READ THIS ON MY CHROMEBOOK AND I SWEEEEEEAR TO ALL PC READERS THAT THE NUMBERS WERE CENTERED

Summary: One Enoch tried to give Horace a gift and one time he succeeded.

-0-

It was a cold night in the broom closet where Enoch chose to stay in Jacob's gigantic house. The blankets were crowding him, and he just needed to escape.

Jacob had told him that the basement was also a place that he could go to work on his homunculi. Climbing out of the nest of blankets and pillows he had made, Enoch opened the door slowly.

He listened closely for any sign of footsteps and came up clear. His socked feet padded on the wooden floors. He was used to living in a space with toys all over the floor, so it was a relief not to have to watch where he stepped.

Now, Enoch didn't really want to work on his homunculi per say. He actually wanted to work on a gift that he had been conjuring up in his mind for a while.

Birthdays hadn't been celebrated for centuries in their original home with Miss Peregrine; but now that it was the present and all their clocks were reset, they could finally have the glory of birthday parties.

It was March third. March fifth was his.. something's, Horace Somnusson's, birthday. He supposed that Horace thought that Enoch was his best friend; he certainly acted so, but Enoch thought something more. Something he could never say.

So, obviously, he was going to make Horace a gift. Stupid, stupid Horace who always got red in the face whenever Enoch did something for him. Enoch didn't understand one bit why he couldn't just take the generosity and laugh at it. Meanly.

He never understood kindness or generosity until he met Horace, anyway. The boy had so much love to give, even to Enoch, that it was sickening. That's why he was trying to repay the ugly gift.

He downed the stairs two at a time, trying to get down quickly but silently. Nobody could catch him making a gift; he'd never hear the end of it.

He quietly opened the basement door, creeping past various sets of tools and the damaged car that they still hadn't replaced after they sent Jacob's parents on vacation. It's not like they planned to let them come back.

"Finally." Enoch whispered, coming to an empty work bench.

He pulled materials out of his pocket which consisted of: black fabric, white fabric, some random assortment of sewing materials from Jacob's mom's room, clay, and a flower. Oh, and a mouse's heart. Just the essentials.

He stumbled with the fabrics, poking himself with the needles a few times, but it got done nonetheless. He held it up with two fingers carefully. A small, horribly sewn suit that was made to fit on a homunculus.

Yes, that's right, his gift to Horace was going to be one of his little army men. Enoch grabbed a random cardboard box beside him and shoved the little man into it, closing the box hurriedly.

"Perfect." He chuckled with wiggling fingers.

Enoch decided he was going to give this gift to Horace tomorrow, so it could be more special than his other gifts. Jealous, yes, but it would pay off.

Now, he just had to wait.

-1-

Enoch woke up and cracked his neck from lying his head on the desk all night. He hasn't even realized he fell asleep. The banging from the cardboard box he shut last night blew him back to reality.

It's time for the gift of his life.

He trudged up the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The box was thudding around in his hands; it wobbled him slightly. He spotted Horace in Jacob's kitchen, some of the others standing around him, hovering over the food.

Enoch stopped in the next room over, tapping his foot on the ground as he tried to find out a way to get Horace alone. A slow, evil smile spread on his face whenever he thought of his idea.

Reaching his hand out to the vase beside him, he knocked it over loudly. He suppressed a chuckle and his behind the corner, knowing Horace would come and check it out.

"What was that?" He heard a fiery, female voice ask.

"I'll go check it out. It is my house, after all." An uncertain voice said.

But it wasn't a good uncertain voice. It wasn't Horace. It was Jacob!

Jacob came into the room, and his eyes narrowed when he saw the vase, almost as of he knew that Enoch had been the one to knock it over.

Immediately rounding the corner, he spotted Enoch against the wall, looking guilty. Jacob huffed and crossed his arms.

"Really, Enoch?" He paused to run his temples, "What is wrong with you? What is that box?"

Enoch scowled and looked around the room to avoid Jacob's eyes, clutching the box tighter in his arms.

"It's a bunch of organs that I'm going to spread around your pillow tonight if you don't buzz off!" He spat angrily.

Jacob rolled his eyes, pointing the the banging box. "Whatever you say, but I don't think organs do that."

Enoch jerked the box away from Jacob's accusing finger and walked away, clambering up the stairs to his broom closet. He'll store his gift in there tomorrow. His gift will just have to be normal, he guessed.

-2-

Enoch sighed, grabbing the box out from its hiding place on one of the shelves in the broom closet and prepared to bring in down to Horace's room. He had one last chance to make his gift special.

He would give it to him before anyone in the house woke up.

Quietly closed the door and shushed the little homunculus in the suit before padding quietly down the hallway in his cartoon socks that used to be Jacob's.

Horace's room was on the right next to the bathroom. Enoch entered quietly, hoping he wouldn't be asleep.

Much to his delight, Horace say on the side of his bed as he looked in the mirror, fixing his hair. It was tussles, and he looked a mess, but something in Enoch really liked that mess.

"Hey!" Enoch whispered, crossing the room swiftly.

Horace jumped and looked at Enoch with a hand on his chest. "You had me petrified, Enoch! You need not do that ever again."

"I need not do a lot of things that I do."

Horace rolled his eyes, but he stopped whenever he saw the box that was thudding from the inside that's in Enoch's arms. His eyebrows raised slightly as he pointed to it.

"Are there organs in there?" Horace asked.

"I don't think organs do that." Enoch shrugged. "But it is for you."

Horace smiled and stood up from his bed. He took the box from Enoch, caressing the side. He had such a sincere smile on his face that it made Enoch want to puke.

Horace opened the box, and the grin got even wider. It seemed like it would stretch from ear to ear. He put his hand in the box, pulling out the fancy homunculus.

His cheeks got all rosy, and it made Enoch scowl even harder. The little homunculus wrapped it's little arms around Horace's long fingers in a hug.

"It's so cute, Enoch! I love him." Horace cooed.

Enoch rolled his eyes fondly. "I suppose you've already named him?"

"Not yet, but I definitely will." Horace giggled.

He giggled!

Enoch coughed a little to hide the smile that was spreading across his face unwillingly. Seeing Horace so happy had made something in his presumed dead heart start to flutter.

Horace looked Enoch in the eyes, and his grin lowered into a calm, still happy smile. "You know, despite your outward look on life, you're quite the romantic."

Enoch's eyes widened.

Oh yeah, he forgot. Horace has asked him out five days ago. Somehow he was always forgetting.

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I need desperate help with ideas, so I'm going to do a poll about what to do next. If you pick a ship then feel free to give me a prompt. I'll probably not wait the full day.

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Shameless Masterlist

Fiona Gallagher

Sub!Fiona Gallagher/Dom!Male!Reader (Unfinished)

Fiona Gallagher/Male!Child!Gallagher!Reader/Debbie Gallagher (platonic)

Carl Gallagher

Bottom!Dom!Carl Gallagher/Sub!Top!Male!Reader

Carl Gallagher/Male!Reader

Debbie Gallagher (platonic)

Fiona Gallagher/Male!Child!Gallagher!Reader/Debbie Gallagher (platonic)

Lip Gallagher

Lip Gallagher/Male!Reader HCS

Ian Gallagher

None :(

Mickey Milkovich

None :(

Veronica Fisher

None :(

Kevin Ball

None :(

Mandy Milkovich

None :(

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Jacob Portman/Millard Nullings Headcanons

"We all love your Jacob stories, Ari" You all say in unison

I love jillard 🕺

Enjoy enjoy enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!

Prompt(s): Sick Jacob and caregiver Millard

Whenever Jacob gets sick with let's say a sore throat, he'll steal Millard's cup that's full of cold water

(Millard secretly keeps it just for Jacob and not himself)

"Can I drink some of that?"

"I guess sooo.."

Millard loves whenever Jacob will cuddle close to him on the couch since I headcanon that ever since Abe died, he hasn't been very touchy with anyone but Millard

Millard hates whining but puts up with it for Jacob

Adding onto the bullet point above but not really related to the prompt, Millard definitely grew up with a whiny little sister that got on his nerves

Back rubs. That's all.

They are literally the cutest people in the house whenever Jacob's sick because they're all lovey for once

(behind Fiona and Hugh of course)

Jacob clings to Millard and if Millard isn't there then he clings to Emma because they're best friends

Ending notes: Lorde yayayaya

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Jacob Portman/Millard Nullings

Thought I'd write a real story about the sillies for once

Jemma doesn't exist everybody

MY BABIES...

Love love love sickfics but I'm not very good at them

Emetophobes don't read below!!!!!!!!

I just love jillard more than life itself soooo

Enjoy

Summary: Millard wakes up to find that Jacob has fallen ill.

Millard sighed as the night sounds woke him from his slumber. Somebodies dog was barking outside, and Millard had always been a light sleeper.

But something felt off, as he looked around the room, Jacob's room, he saw what was peculiar. Jacob wasn't in his bed.

Ever since the peculiars had come to live with their friend, Millard had stayed in Jacob's room. It worked pretty well as Jacob was the only one who could see him, and millard was not very keen on sharing a room with anyone else.

He didn't want to be in a room with anyone else because he had some unknown feelings about Jacob. Whenever Millard tried to explain it to him, Jacob started laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Millard asked, very angered that Jacob would try and downplay his feelings like this.

Jacob's laughter finally fizzled out after a second, "I'm not laughing at you. It's just what you described was exactly what I was thinking."

Millard stepped closer to Jacob, silently inquiring what he was wondering. Jacob rubbed his hand over the silk of Millard's button-up shirt around his hands. Finally, after what seemed like hours of them standing by each other, Jacob leaned in, and their lips met.

It took a while for Millard to get used to the fact that he was gay since, in his time, it wasn't common at all. It was frowned upon even, but he eventually got around to the idea.

Millard sat up in bed quickly whenever he heard the sound of retching coming from the bathroom on the other side of the wall. He pulled on some random pants of his he found on the floor and began his rush.

He busted into the bathroom as quietly as he could to see Jacob on the floor near the toilet. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and Millard put a hand to his mouth in shock.

Jacob almost never got sick; but when he did, everybody knew it. It was his dramatic flare shining through. Jacob threw his head back in agony, and Millard chuckled a little under his breath.

"What are you laughing at?" Jacob slowly lowered his head to the toilet seat.

Millard yawned a little and smiled. "Nothing, Jacob."

He continued, questioning Jacob's stomach ache. "So, what inspired your stomach to wake you up tonight?"

"I think it was the pizza." Jacob whispered.

Millard raises a hand up to rub his boyfriend's back; but instead of comforting him, it forced out another heave that only squeezed up some stomach acid. Never being a fan of vomit, Millard leaned away a little bit.

He didn't have a weak stomach, but he was still a little squeamish. Millard was also that way whenever it came to large amounts of blood. He didn't like blood after he got shot trying to get Miss Peregrine.

"Kill me." Jacob spat out in between retches.

"Oh, love, I don't think I could do that." Millard laughed.

"Not even if I was a zombie in a zombie apocalypse?"

"I don't think that would ever happen, so it isn't relevant to this conversation."

Jacob glared intensely at Millard until he got the answer that he wanted.

"Fine, no, I wouldn't kill you if we were in a zombie apocalypse." Millard rolled his eyes.

Jacob smiled and dove his head further into the toilet which Millard assumed couldn't be helping the nausea he must be feeling. Trying to problem solve, he grabbed one of the bigger trash cans in the house that resided in the bathroom for Jacob to vomit into.

"Hey, how about you come lay down in your bed with a trashcan beside you? I think you're empty anyway." Millard murmured next to Jacob's ear soothingly.

Jacob hummed and tried to stand. He was wobbly and leaned into Millard heavily. Since he was much taller than Jacob, it was kind of awkward, but he made it work anyway.

Whenever they got to Jacob's bed, Millard placed the trashcan by the side that Jacob always laid on. Jacob collapsed on his side of the bed, looking up at Millard miserably, apparently too tired to be dramatic.

"You'll get sick if you stay in the same bed as me." Jacob muttered into the pillow.

"Don't care." Millard shrugged with a large smile.

Tired as ever, Millard climbed into the bed behind Jacob, rubbing his back gently. Soon after, Jacob fell asleep. Millard stayed up a while longer to ensure that he wouldn't start to throw up again then he fell asleep as well.

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jillard..

Millard Nullings/Jacob Portman Headcanons

Okay so hello..

I didn't know if this was a request for more jillard or less jillard buuuut I'm taking it as more

This might have repeats because it's been a while since I've been on this account

Prompt(s): None just random

Jacob helps Millard with the maps of America and sometimes they make little fake maps of fantasy towns, so they can make their own little universe

"Jacob, what should we name this town over here?"

"I vote for Hollowville."

"Well, since I'm opposing; and we're the only two in the room, I guess you'll have to pick a more appropriate name."

Scoff "I didn't know it had to be unanimous."

Jacob can see Millard. Whenever they found this out, it was absolutely insane

Like... Jacob screamed in fear or something whenever he saw Millard

Because he's dramatic like that

"Holy shit! Why's there a naked guy in your house?!"

"Wait, you can see me?!"

Adding onto the last bullet point, Jacob is literally the most dramatic boy in the house

Over Horace and even Enoch

He's just silly that way

Ending notes: Just something simple to get out right now before a bigger project.

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hello :)

can I request that ron weasley gets absolutely dominated by male! slytherin! reader, degrading him and asking him to beg? maybe?? If it's not too much you can throw in some overstim and/or fluff too.

thank you・⁠∀⁠・

- 🎗️anon

Sub!Ron Weasley/Dom!Slytherin!Male Reader

OOOUGH I actually love this prompt

I love you 🎗️anon

I couldn't fit the fluff correctly in there, but there's a hug at the end, so take that I guess

And I didn't know how to input the Slytherin part really, but it's there somewhere

Let's goooo first full post back

Okay onto the story

Summary: request above

The fun really started once you and your boyfriend, Ron Weasley, entered the empty bathroom. He had been teasing you all day with his hands rubbing up and down your legs when you passed each other, giving you a very noticeable erection.

It was torture, so you vowed to take him to task once you were alone in the bathroom where you normally met between classes. Whenever the time finally came, you pushed him against the sink and pressed your lips onto his viciously.

"You're a bitch, Ron. An annoying, horny bitch." You panted a little as you tugged his pants off to reveal his extremely hard penis. You raised your eyebrows in muted surprise. He had been planning for this.

"Well, it seems like you enjoy it a fair amount.* He whispered in your ear, motioning to the erection you also had.

You dropped to your knees suddenly once his pants were off and wrapped your supple lips around the head of his dripping penis. Ron let out a low groan that echoed throughout the bathroom; you hoped nobody would hear.

"Shut up!" You reached up and clamped a hand over his mouth.

He moaned into your hand as you continued to move your tongue around his sensitive skin in a dance. You smiled as best you could with his penis in your mouth, wondering if he was feeling the same torture you felt all day.

You pulled your mouth off momentarily, "How does it feel.

Ron moaned a little louder, but your hand muffled the pleasured noise. You could tell that he was getting closer to his climax though you never intended to stop whenever he came.

He started to convulse, obviously pent up from the past busy week, whenever he came hard. You felt the ropes of the salty, sticky substance coat your tongue. Usually, you didn't enjoy swallowing the liquid, but today you just wanted it out of the way.

"Oh, Merlin; I've been waiting all day for that." He smiled lightly.

You looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not done."

You see his Adams apple bob up and down in a gulp of excitement or nervousness; you can't tell. Ron enjoys overstimulation, and you're excellent at going it, so it all works out.

Your hand went down from Ron's face and cupped his penis in your hand gently. It twitches from the mere touch.

"Fuck!" Ron swore.

You smirk a little. "Just a little bit, and I'll be done."

You kiss the lip and drag your tongue down to the base of his dick. He shivers above you, grabbing your head, pushing you down while he quivered.

"Okay, okay, stop!" He groaned in pleasured agony.

His tip was leaking, and he was hard once again, but you stopped anyway. As you stood, he grabbed your arm regretfully.

"Wait! Now that I'm hard again, can you please continue?" He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

You smiled with a false sense of sympathy and gave him a big hug. "You know what? I think I'll leave you to do that, Ron."

Ron stood speechless as you sauntered out of the room, chuckling behind the hand covering your mouth. He's definitely going to get you back tomorrow.

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Emma Bloom/Male!Peculiar!Reader

I'm just Ken... where I see love, she sees a friend...

I'm listening to that song and I thought that line fit just a little bit with Reader and Emma in this story

Only that line though

This is set when Abe is with Miss P

This is actually a really old draft from a year ago, but I'm finishing it up to try to get something out

Summary: You're sick of Emma ignoring you for Abe, so you corner her one night to talk.

The night was long, and you were restless in your chair. The owls hooting seemed to lull you to sleep most nights but not this one.

You sat awake at your desk, tapping a pen on the paper. Many normal things happened today, almost too normal.

Emma ignoring you for Abe, Fiona and Hugh doing everything together, Enoch being a prick, Emma ignoring you for Abe.

That sentence made your blood boil over the edge of it's imaginary pot. Abe was a problem for your friendship ever since he arrived at Miss Peregrine's house.

You and Emma had been close friends for many years. You both were basically inseparable. You went to the beach together, you helped her pick out clothes for random events, history work Miss Peregrine assigned, and other.

But then Abe came, and it all went away as quick as a feather being carried through the wind.

Suddenly a light switch being flipped from across the hall sparks your attention. You and Emma's rooms were adjacent to one anothers. That means it could only be Emma.

Whenever Miss Peregrine does sleep, which tonight would be one of those nights, she sleeps heavily, so as long as you didn't make any huge noises you could get out of the house easily. That's what you suspect Emma is doing.

Abe is also a heavy sleep, so you suspect that he wouldn't be coming on this midnight stroll. You would be though.

You shot up from your desk, shoved a few pillows under your blankets, and made for the door, waiting for the right time to follow suit behind Emma.

She was probably heading to the beach, you presumed. Since every time before Abe, you and Emma went out to the beach to just talk and think.

You heard the downstairs door opened and shut quietly then started to slowly peek out your door. The hallway was barren and empty just like you thought.

Your footsteps were light inside of your socks, once you get the the bottom slipping on shoes and a fluffy hat.

The front door opened and closed once more as you exited the desolate, quiet household that in the day was loud and bustling with activity.

The walk to the beach was peaceful for your racing mind. It calmed you down immensely, probably for the better with what your about to talk to Emma about.

The outside ring of the beach was beautiful. The plants displayed out the front always calmed your nerves whenever you happened to be in distress.

Usually whenever Emma and you came here, it was to talk about some stupid new rule or short-lived piece of drama that came about in the house. Enoch picking on Horace, Fiona and Hugh, something like that. Something stupid.

Something stupid that the two of you laughed at.

There was no more laughing between you and her. There was just silence. Where there used to be a bold, strong connection; there was dead quiet, a broken string.

You sighed whenever Emma came into view. A sigh of relief? You'll never know. Her blue dress flowed as her knees were drawn up to her chest, her heading hiding in them. You could tell it was her from her blonde head of hair, a head of hair you'd know anywhere.

"Emma Bloom!" You called out, somewhat teasingly.

She looked up and turned her head on the direction where you were standing, waving your hands like a maniac.

"You." Emma rolled her eyes.

You jogged over to where she sat on the sand and took your rightful place beside her. Whenever you looked into her eyes, you saw they were red and irritated. She had been crying; and, for Emma, that meant something really bad had happened.

"What's wrong with you?" You said awkwardly.

You were never good at heartfelt conversations. You thought that was what Emma loved about you until Abe, heartwarming pep-talks Abe, came about.

"You wouldn't care. You don't like him anyways." She sighed and rubbed her eyes again.

You looked away from her and sighed. "I might not like him, but I still want to know what's ailing your heart, love."

She sniffled. "I'll tell you if you promise to never call me that ever again."

Nodding your head, you smile softly. "Deal."

Emma began to explain to you that Abe was planning to go join some mame-shift, hollow-hunters army that sent him a letter a few days ago.

"-and that would leave me alone." She finished.

You almost scoffed but managed to keep it inside, though maybe not your sour expression. She looked over at you, needing somebody to give her some advice.

"My advice to you, Emma, is to look around you at the people who really care about you." You sighed. "I've been right here for weeks, knowing he'd eventually leave you, but you've glazed past me every time."

She huffed and got up from her position on the sand to storm away. "I knew you'd do this. You make everything all about yourself!"

You looked up and started to call after her, but you felt it would do no good. Once Emma got set on something, she wouldn't change her mind. It was something you loved about her.

Supposing you'd just walk back to the house, you got up from your seat. Maybe it would take Abe leaving for her to realize what she had. Maybe you would wait until then.