#How can'T we Capture a TODDLER!!

[satoshy12]

After a new weapon of Skulker that he had gotten from Vlad, a injured Danny Phantom injected with a new kind of Poison started who is about to get forcefully younger. In his last power to escape from Skulker taking his Pelt! Or bringing him to Vlad he jumped into the Portal. Outside of the Portal he was in a new World as a Tiny Toddler with powers, good news was other people too had powers but Danny still will hide it. So it goes little Toddler Danny walking around DC Earth, and whenever someone wants to Capture him, he escapes with his powers. It was a cat vs Mouse for the Police, Heroes, Villains and Civilians of the Cities.

Toddler Look, just change Eye Color

[argreion]

Respect Your Elders.

A/N: Changed my thought mid writing about sleepy sex with Leon so now we just go basic. FUSSY TIRED MAN DIDN'T LIKE BEING CALLED OLD! Transitition from cuddle to sex might be a little weird but EEEEEE! Got really fuckin' invested in writing smut and giving another go. Feel better about this one, ngl. I'm not sorry for this, I literally sat down for like an actual hour so immersed in writng this. ALSO, FUCKING SAW ONE MISTAKE AND I CAN'T FIND IT. So, possibly might have a few mistakes here and there.

Warnings: Just Sex with Leon, so P in V! Breeding kink. Breathplay. Cunnilingus! Small bits of degradation near the end. A little spit exchange too. DI Leon in mind but you can pick and choose! AFAB reader too, btw. All I can say is... Slutty Leon Kennedy :3

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcomed!

Let's be honest, being with Leon wasn't easy. Constantly reminding the poor man to not squint, to take his medication, and to even shave. Watching him pass out on the couch, bed, and even on the floor! Sadly, you can't carry a man that's heavy and full of muscle!

At least he passed out on the bed, and you slowly following afterward…

“Baby, c'mere, it's cuddle time.” He would say in that oh-so lovely voice. Made the girls scream mentally whenever he was just nice. All they could see was the pretty man, unknowingly batting his eyelashes to everyone around him. That pretty smile, too. 

Leon's arm wrapped around you, and chest against your back. Gently squeezing your torso, muscles tensing and relaxing with each squeeze. The T-shirt you wore from him, stolen from his closet. He liked when you did that, made him hard. When you would bend over the kitchen counter and possibly wear his boxers? Old man got a poor boner, daddy is a little horny, baby.

“You're heavy.” You whined, not that you'd admit you liked it. I mean, you loved Leon. He loved you. It was just how the things with you two. Liked the heaviness, the stupidity, the stress, you liked the attention of a broken man picking up his pieces. 

“Mmmm, heavy? The only thing heavy here is your ass.” A snort came from him as he said it. Yeah, he liked ass. Always did a smack-by whenever you walked past him. Especially when you were in the kitchen. Made his little domestic mindset bust a nut, literally.

His stubble brushed into your neck, with the purr of delight that he captured a beauty. Wrapping his other arm around you, under the side of your waist. Uncomfortably pushing into your side.

“So pretty, like an angel, baby. God must've been here to send you from the heavens. Must've hurt when you fell. Could've caught ya.” Oh, those sweet words he would always say. You knew he meant them, of course he did. If you had to say, it was a little depressing. Something just about the way he moved, spoke, and acted made your heart ache. It was probably the drinking he did, albeit it was better than a year ago.

“Don't think God sent me from the sky, Leon.” You responded with, head buried in those satin pillowcases. They felt nice on your skin, and nicer to grab when you got fucked.

“Would've broke a bone, and plus, I doubt you could catch me, old man.”

Oh, you poor poor soul. Don't call him old! He might cry, see, he's crying from his dick! Little slut, he liked that. Go ahead, weep a little more, baby boy! Also, the fact you just called him an old man to his face? Pfft, you're so on.

“I'm not that old, c'mon.”

He grunted, huffing into your neck like an angry toddler when they didn't get to snack on their favorite dino nuggets. Exaggerated heavily, and his grip tightened to push the point, he didn't like that.

“Ever heard the term respect your elders, little kid?” Leon asked, a threat hiding beneath it. Knowing the way he is, you have three seconds before he pins you to the bed and makes you squirt.

Already knowing what was going to happen, you made a lazy attempt to get out the 'terrifying' grasp of this old man. Moving to slide off the bed, but that didn't work.

His hand grabbed your shoulder, screaming this is your fault. You made me do this, and he wasn't going to be sorry at all. Pulling you back into the bed, head pushed into the pillow. Eyes staring wide up at him as he pinned you to the bed. Brows furrowed and face determined to prove otherwise. Hands pushing you into the bed by your shoulders. Yet gentle enough to not leave a bruise. That made your thighs clench, so cute.

“This old man still got it, baby doll. You really wanna play this game? I'll play it, too.” He'll play this game dirty, naughty, sexy.

Leon leaned forward, gently capturing your lips in a kiss. Passionately and slowly making out with you. Twirling your tongues around like it was his day-job. Maybe it was, seeing how he eats pussy so fucking good. Trying to ignite that burning passion he always liked. On the kitchen counter, his motorcycle, the car, work, the list went on and on. Hand trailing lower and lower as he occupied your mind. Tongue occupying your mouth. Expensive cologne pungent off his body, surrounding you in him.

Your whines being muffled from the kiss, making the old man pull away. That damning cocky smirk on his face as he taunted you,

“Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you. Speak louder, honey.”

A moan came from your lips as he pinched your clit. Making you claw at the pillows beneath your head. Hand slapping your cloth panties. Electricity running up your spine to your head.

“Fuck, d-daddy!” You choked out, watching as he teased and toyed you. He just had to fuck around with you. Put the young one in his place, like a rookie at work, the karens at stores. Leaning to your ear

“She's so needy, babydoll. Need your old man to make it better? But you probably don't like an old man, hm? Rubbing his fingers over your folds and clit.”

He hissed into your ear, nibbling on the edge. Pulling away to look down at those cute cotton panties. He always ruined them, sniffed them, came in them. His panties, too. Always will be his panties. Moving to move those panties aside, tugging them to reveal that glistening feast. Sopping wet for him to bury into. Like the breakfast at IHOP or McDonald's he would get. Devoured in mere minutes.

Leon positioned himself between your thighs, nose buried in your folds. Sniffing the sweet scent it emitted. That slightly tangy taste it had as well. He breathed it in like his last breath. The last meal he would have before death row. Being executed for serving his country too well, and serving your cunt, as well.

“Could get used to this any day. Wish my job was as easy as sitting down and eating this precious purr-ty pussy. Mewing for some milk, like always.” He purred, staring at you through his eyes lashes.

“P-purr-ty? What the fuck doe— AH!”

His tongue buried into you, licking up, down, left, and right. Coming up every once in a while to suck your clit. Make him drown in that pussy, baby. He needs it, he needs it like God. Make him get on his knees and pray.

“Didn't say you could talk, baby. Maybe you need a lesson on listening, again.” He tutted, sucking on your nub, again. Making your toes curl and hands clench again. Too good at this, imagine how many moms or younger girls would want this. Those twenty-year-old college girls wanting a middle-aged guy between their thighs. Mmmm, made you wet just thinking about how he's yours.

Tongue swirling, your hips bucking, and hand now buried in his locks. Threatening to pull his hair out. You pressed into his face, in which he pressed back. Drown him, suffocate him, make him die, honey.

Your legs tensed as you neared that high. C'mon, keep going! “I'm gonna— I'm gonna!—”

Selfishly, he pulled away. Wet dripping down his nose to his stubble. Looking at deranged as he looked up, sitting up. Hands fumbling with his shirt as he rushed to fuck into you. He wanted it. No, he needed it. Needed to be buried in that fat fucking pussy. Make it drip with his cum, eat it out, and impregnate it if he could. Wanted to see you leak breastmilk and be full of him.

“Not yet, I didn't say you could. Little slut.”

Noticing the change of pace, you reached out, only to be met with him yanking you. Stomach pressed into the bed, and head pulled back. His free hand tugging his jeans and boxers down. Fuck, he was hard. Harder than steel. His bicep wrapped around your throat, and his nose buried in your hair. Pants of exhaustion coming from him. He got so tired easily, old man in his heart.

Harshly, his hips thrusted against yours. Not even being enough of a gentleman to give a warning shot. No head against your little hole, fully sheathed in. The groan that came from his lips could've made you cum on the spot.

“Oh fuck…”

The claps followed afterward, body moving up and down with his rhythm. Ass moving at the rhythm, as well. Your fingers digging into his arm as he tightened the headlock. Enough to make it pleasing enough, your eyes rolled back. Mouth agape as you sprouted out moans and small noises. Squishy wet sounds following after his thrusts. 

Leon looked down at you, a toothy smile on his face. Always what he wanted, that fucked out look. So sweet, like an angel. Should've gotten his phone, but he was too enthralled in this now. That pretty little mouth needed a little love. So, he pulled your head back more. A small pained moan coming from your lips.

“Need a little loving from daddy, huh? Need daddy to fill this fuckin' cunt with his kids. Wanna stay in this bed full of 'em? Such a good slut, baby. Fuck the Redfield bloodline, Kennedy bloodline is gonna be bigger and stronger than that fuckin' boulder.”

Leon spat straight into your mouth, making you clench. Hitting the back of your throat. It tasted so disgusting, but it was hot. Alongside the few drops of spit, he let drip so slowly into your mouth. The wait was killing you!

“Swallow daddy, baby. Better than Gordon Ramsay, too. With this pussy, you put him to shame.”

Who couldn't obey a man like him? Strong government agent who kills for a living. Wouldn't want to anger daddy, would you? So, you swallowed. Right down your throat, and it made you gag a little. Couldn't say you hated it, it would just make him concerned. He was a softie deep down, always stopping whenever your face changed slightly. Got annoying when you literally just wanted to cum! Like, shut up, and just FUCK ME!

"S'close. Gonna cum for you! Wan' cum!” You whined, moaning pitifully. Ass raised against his pelvis. Balls slapping against your lower half. How would you explain to your parents you're a little cock sleeve to a government agent? I mean, at least it pays in a free apartment, car, and food! Plus whatever you counted Leon as.

“Really baby? That drunk off me? Mmmm, we love to hear that. Let daddy do it for you.” He whispered, voice still like honeyed whiskey.

Hips picking up its pace as it abused your cunt wider and wider. Only for him, and always open for him. Bringing him to the tip of the iceberg as he came inside you. Hips pushing against yours fully, and his tip at your cervix. He panted, burying his face in your neck. Those words, the pace, and his arm. You came on the spot, leaking down his cock and balls. Hands wanting to rip those sheets in front of you. Balled the fabric into your fist. Dripping onto the sheets below.

“Post nut clarity, damn.” Leon chuckled. Arm falling from around your neck. Bringing it down to interlace your fingers. “You good? I didn't, like, y'know? I'm not the best with words, c'mon.”

Mmmmm, body already responding as he gently pulsed around him. Head nodding in response to his query.

“Mhm, happy. Happy you actually didn't worry!”

You smiled, resting your head in your arms as he slowly moved off of you. Not pulling out, of course. He wouldn't do that just yet, gotta keep the package warm.

“Still an old man, by the way.”

His brows furrowed, sighing in defeat. You were supposed to say you learned your lesson! Regardless, he loved you, even if you were very stubborn.

“You're lucky you're cute…” He muttered, kissing your temple. Those very arms from earlier coming to wrap around you again. His chin propped on top of your head. Seemingly pleased he did a good job. Both of you leaking out onto the bed. Would have to clean that up later…

“You're lucky I like old men, Mr. Kennedy.”

He hummed, closing his eyes. A smile plastered on his lips.

“Think this old man needs a nap, honeybun.”

No, Leon DON—! And he fell asleep, right on top of you… In mere fucking seconds. The sex was a 10/10, but the napping part? Wouldn't recommend.

"Dammit..."

Honestly, you gave up right about now. You'll deal with it later, like you always did. Right now, maybe it was about time for a nap. Even if he was heavy, it was a free blanket. Another cuddle, another round of love-making, and a horrible nap?

You'd always do this again and again.

[lucy-gray1075]

On the Sea

synopsis: finnick teaches you to surf, the only water activity you never learned

dear reader: i know nothing about surfing lol. all i know is that i'm in love with this man and would very much be more head over heels for him if he taught me how to surf <3

w/c: 1.5k

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"Come onnn, babe," Finnick runs ahead of you, surfboard clutched under one arm. "It's gonna get dark soon. And cold." It already is. Although it never really goes below 40 degrees in District 4, the water still feels frigid to you. Finnick, however, pretends it's a sunny summer day like the golden boy he is.

"It's freezing, Finn," you complain. You hate being whiny, but you can't bring yourself to take off the thin shawl you're using as a cover-up.

He turns back to see you struggling against the wind, shivering in your skimpy swim clothes.

"Aw, c'mon babygirl," Finnick pouts at the unmistakable misery on your face. He jogs back to you, stooping to pick you up with one arm and throw you over his shoulder like you're a sack of potatoes. He runs full speed toward the water, giggling like an overexcited toddler when you yelp.

"Let's go!" he booms, jiggling your body as you hold onto him for dear life. You scream the entire way to the water, but he doesn't mind.

Finnick wades in a few feet until he can safely set down the surfboard, then plops you down on it. He instructs you to straddle the board so you don't fall off it.

"Okay, baby, I'm gonna push you out a little bit here." He gently turns the board around so you're facing the waves. He pats your bum lightly, earning a scowl from you that he repays with a cheeky grin. He really is a twenty-four year old teenage boy.

You clutch the sides of the board as you feel Finnick pushing you further out to sea.

"Alright, this seems like a good spot to start out." He turns you back around to face the shore before coming to stand beside you. He's chest deep in the water now, meaning you would be covered up to your eyes if you fell in. You try not to think about that as Finnick instructs you to lie flat on your belly.

"You're gonna paddle, keeping your arms close to the board. Then, I'll instruct you when to pop up." He holds your board steady as you shift from your seated position onto your stomach. You look down to see your hands trembling.

"Aw, you cold, honey?" Finnick seems genuinely concerned, but you don't want to disappoint him.

You plunge your hands into the water, smiling wide despite your now-frozen fingertips. "Nope, all good."

"M'kay." He looks skeptical of your cheerfulness but takes it in stride. "Paddle forward and wait until you catch a wave. I'll tell ya when to pop up, okay baby?"

"Wait!" You place a hand on his arm to stop him from pushing you out to sea. "How do I pop up?"

"Oh, we should probably practice that," Finnick laughs, tapping a fist to his forehead to chide himself for being too eager. "I'll hold you in place. Now, I want you to grip the board with two hands and shift from your belly to your feet."

You use your arms to give yourself enough momentum to pull your legs up under you in a crouch. You can tell by the way his arms are flexed that Finnick is holding the board as steady as possible for you. Even still, it's hard for you to keep your balance, and you have to throw your arms out as you wobble from side to side trying to stand up.

"That's my girl!" Finnick booms when you're successfully on two feet.

"I didn't even do anything yet," you roll your eyes, smiling down at him. You sit back down on the board to avoid falling in.

"Oh, you did too. You popped up on your first try! Most of the kids I teach don't get it until an hour of practice." Finnick reaches up to place one hand on your midback and the other on your cheek, leaning up to capture your lips in his. Somehow his hands are still warm despite the frigid water. You lean down to deepen the kiss, straddling his broad chest. He tastes of sea salt and the green apple he had as a snack before this. You could never tire of your golden boy.

You pull away because he's smiling brighter than the sun now and he can't seem to stop. "What're you so happy about?" You giggle at the mere sight of his dimples.

"Nothin'," and just like that his grin is cheeky again. He slides his hands down your body seeming to drink in your appearance. He gives you a quick pat on your bum before his hands leave your body to find the edge of the surfboard again. “Off you go, now.”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the worst before lying flat on the board and peddling yourself forward. After a few seconds, you feel yourself catching a wave and wait for Finnick's direction.

"Okay, baby, pop up now!" he yells.

You try your best to do it like before, but it's harder without Finnick's steady grip on your board. You end up taking a headlong tumble into the water sideways. You come up spluttering to hear Finnick chortling his head off.

"Hey!" You wade over to splash him, forgetting about your surfboard for the moment.

"Hey!" Finnick mocks you with a teasing smirk painted on his stupidly handsome face. He wraps his thick arms around your waist, forcing you to wrap your thighs around his middle so that you can't splash him.

You pout down at him but wrap your arms around his neck anyway, allowing him to kiss yours.

After a few more failed attempts, you finally pop up and stay on the board long enough to ride out the wave. You're tired but it's all worth it when you see Finnick's face.

He's looking up at you like you're made of starlight.

"Baby, that was so incredible!" He pulls you off the surfboard and into his arms, spinning you around and around until you think he's dizzy enough to drown. You revel in his congratulatory embrace before realizing it's gotten much colder. What with all your tumbles into the sea and the wind picking up speed, you are now shaking like a leaf.

"I think it's getting a little chilly," you glance down at him. Even Finnick notices how violently your teeth are chattering now.

"Ohh, let's get ya home, honey," he rubs his arms up and down your back, trying to convey the warmth he seems to radiate like a furnace.

Once you're back on shore, Finnick takes off, running full speed toward your cottage. "Race ya back!" he has the decency to holler after he's already fifteen feet ahead of you.

"Hey, no fair!" you call out. Your legs feel numb and leaden. They're absolutely unresponsive to any sense of urgency you feel. Even with the surfboard tucked under his arm, Finnick is somehow faster than you.

A few seconds later, he turns back around, presumably to wait.

"Can you walk any slower, grandma?" Finnick taunts. His smile is a mile wide. Everything had to be a competition with him.

"Almost there!" you call back sweetly, not taking the bait. If he sees that you're annoyed, he'll be overjoyed, and you are not letting him win today. "Oh my god, is that a pelican?" You point up at nothing.

In the time it takes him to confirm your ruse, you speed ahead. You use up every last ounce of your energy and almost make it to your porch before you feel a big arm snake around your waist. You're flipped to face away from the porch as Finnick cheers for himself.

"Finnick!" You can't hide your annoyance now. You won fair and square. Just because he's twice your size, doesn't mean he can throw you around like a spare surfboard.

"I won!" You yell up at him.

"I'm the one on the porch, sweetheart," he chuckles, putting his arms up.

"I won, and you're giving me a foot massage," you storm past him opening the front door. "And a back rub." You slam the door then giggle. You don't actually mind his antics. But acting annoyed now ensures you an evening of relaxation, courtesy of your handsome boyfriend who is extremely talented in masseur-ly duties.

"Yes, ma'am," Finnick walks in. "You just go start the fire and relax for me, sit real pretty. I'll make your favorite soup and we'll have some of that bread Peeta sent us last week. And after we eat, I promise to give you the full Finnick Odair spa experience."

"That's what I thought," you smiled, pointing at your cheek for a kiss he happily delivers.

[whxre-bxby]

I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch

Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)

"Forbidden But Desired"

Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N

(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")

Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',

Word Count: 4383

A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you. 

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you. 

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand. 

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room. 

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on. 

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different. 

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you. 

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now. 

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill. 

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands. 

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related. 

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room. 

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to. 

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you. 

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting. 

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance. 

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside. 

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that. 

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage. 

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment. 

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself. 

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.” 

His words confuse you. 

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him. 

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions. 

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down. 

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you. 

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore. 

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way. 

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle. 

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further. 

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back. 

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you. 

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it. 

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest. 

“What are you-” 

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice. 

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep. 

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him. 

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense. 

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep. 

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself. 

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached. 

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet. 

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body. 

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him. 

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you. 

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe. 

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself. 

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself. 

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be. 

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you. 

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him. 

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl. 

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him. 

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point. 

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things. 

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’. 

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you. 

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you. 

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you. 

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react. 

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it. 

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you. 

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why. 

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice. 

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands. 

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer. 

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t. 

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff. 

You shake your head ‘no’. 

“Makin’ you mine.” 

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you. 

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories. 

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible. 

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

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[goggles-mcgee]

Desperate Pleas

This idea is, of course, based on Jack and Maddie finding out Danny is Phantom and not taking it well. They are so distraught though, and can't make the ghost talk and tell them where their baby is. He has his face. They can't bear to do anything to the ghost, so they turn to the GIW. They had partnered with them before, and they helped equip them with all their weapons, so it was only logical they hand over the...specimen.

Of course, the GIW experiments on him and gives a token try at making him admit to doing something to Daniel Fenton. Ellie finds out about Danny being captured and is planning to free him along with Jazz, Sam, and Tucker. Danny didn't know that all of them had prepared for a reveal gone wrong and made go bags.

But with not only Jack and Maddie being against him but also with Jazz, Tucker, and Sam being under suspicion of working with Phantom, it's up to Ellie to get things done. It's her turn to look out for her bro. So they enact their most desperate plan.

Plan W.

The rescue happens with thankfully nobody else getting captured but also with roaring success on all fronts. Tucker was able to scramble and destroy the GIW and the Fenton's data from the comfort of his home and his parents thinking he was playing Doom. Sam was able to help break into the base with Bubbe Ida being an alibi. Jazz was able to get the conjoined go-bags out by the town's welcome sign with the excuse of going on a college touring trip with her friends. (It was true it's just that she left the house earlier than planned and had waited on seeing Danny safe before leaving.)

They all needed to have alibis because of being under suspicion, and the only one who didn't was Ellie. They had to pretend to buy the excuse that Danny was visiting his Uncle Vlad that the Fenton's gave them (Jazz had already decided she would be changing her name when she left for college. They weren't her parents anymore. She already came up with telling them the wrong college from whichever she picked.) Thankfully or not, Vlad had no idea about Danny but Maddie had asked him to cover with Jazz if she called, she told Vlad they were working on a surprise with Danny and didn't want Jazz to find out. Of course, he had been delighted to comply. (Anything for his Maddie.)

Everything had gone off without a hitch...except.

Danny was very injured (Ellie couldn't make herself look at the y-incision besides when she patched him up as best she could.) but they expected that. What they hadn't expected was him to be so freaking tiny!! Seriously! He was a shrimp more than usual. Ellie made the very educated guess that he somehow got de-aged. That plus the green sticky note that had been waiting for her next to an unconscious Danny that told her he was about four years old now and basically eluded that their plan was going to work. The bonus, though, was that apparently the age change happened because of Clockwork and that Danny should be healed by the time they got to their destination. Something about time magic but Ellie wouldn't pay that any mind as long as it helped Danny.

Though she didn't really understand how him being 4 helped anything.

Anyway, besides that small hitch, the plan was going smoothly. They just had to meet Jazz at the sign and go from there. The flight was relatively short.

"Ellie? I wasn't expecting you for a while. Did everything go okay? Where's Danny?" Jazz, of course, was worried when she didn't immediately see her 16 year old brother.

"Sooooo...funny thing. I know we were prepared for him to be...affected by his time in the GIW labs. But uh...I don't think we planned on this affected. But don't worry! Clocky basically said this was needed, so...meet tiny Danny!" Ellie held out the very unconscious toddler so Jazz could see him from under the blanket Ellie had stolen to hide said toddler.

Jazz had been frozen in shock for a good minute before she slowly held her arms out for the toddler. Ellie easily gave her the dead weight and simply floated there awkwardly. "Oh baby brother..." Jazz croaked out as her eyes filled with tears.

"He's going to be okay." Maybe Ellie was trying to convince both of them of that.

Jazz just stood there and gently stroked Danny's hair despite it being sweaty and kinda gross. She did that for a while before an alarm went off, which Ellie guessed was for Jazz to keep track of the plan. So with a soft kiss to Danny's forehead and a small hug she handed him back to her little sister. She wiped her tears and handed over two large duffle bags. One for Ellie and one for Danny.

"I know I don't have to ask, but please...please make sure you two are safe. I don't know what I'd do...." Jazz shook her head. "Just let us know when you reach Gotham...and...and let us know if Plan W works. If it doesn't...we'll figure something out. "

Ellie choked back her own tears and nodded, not trusting her voice. She handed danny bag to Jazz briefly so she could cross the duffle bags on either side of her and took Danny back before Jazz decided to keep him and do who knew what. "I'll be in touch. I promise."

With that, Ellie took off. She couldn't open portals, and she couldn't exactly ask for help in the Zone since, by now, the portals to it should be destroyed. Yeah, even Vald's. All part of good ol' Plan W.

So she flew and flew as fast as she could with as few stops as she could allow before she reached her destination.

So that's how she found herself in front of the whole Wayne family who were all at the Manor conveniently for family dinner, with a laptop open to the PowerPoint that Team Phantom made together about why Bruce Wayne should adopt both Ellie and Danny. Well mainly Danny but like hell was Ellie going to leave him alone.

She had found out that Bruce Wayne was Batman and only told Team Phantom because it could be useful to their Save Danny's Behind Plans. Turns out it was useful.

Hopefully, Mr. Wayne agreed. The PowerPoint was pretty solid, so Ellie had faith. But she would definitely love some feedback from the gobsmacked family, please.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Is there some space for me In that bathtub?

Johnny arrived home by surprise, but the surprise is for him when he sees his pretty wife and his 4 year old son playing in the bathtub sharing a wonderful time.

Soap x wife reader.

Warning: as always, spelling and grammatical errors.

He opened the door quietly, trying to make the least noise as possible, he didn't want to ruin his surprise.

He hasn't been at home for weeks, his wife and son were wondering when he would go home, «soon, I'll go home soon» that was the same answer he gave them every time they were in a video call with him.

Finally the moment arrived, he brought a lot of presents for his two favorite people, he put them over the kitchen's table, he saw all the paintings you and your son had been doing, all of them posted in the fridge doors so he could see them when he arrived, the sound of laughing caught his attention, he went upstairs and heard your voices.

- Mommy stop! We will have bubbles for all the house!!!

- So what? The house will be clean as much as us! Look at that hairstyle! You look like your dad!

Your toddler's smile disappeared after those words, you felt guilty. He really wanted to see his father.

- When will dad come home, mom?

- I don't know yet my love, we have to wait and be patient.

- we've been waiting for ages!

The sad face of your little man is something you can't handle, you always try to make him smile. So you put some bubbles on his chin.

- you're right, look at you, you already have a beard!

- MOM!

A loud laugh echoed in the bathroom, Soap was observing everything from the mirror of the bathroom, waiting for the right moment to appear, he never thought about all of this, a wife, a child, a family, it wasn't a possibility until he met you, since then, every second with you and your child is something he appreciates. His thoughts are one more time interrupted by the sound of your voice singing for your little boy.

«Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute the feeling in it...»

- I love you mommy

- I love you more my little angel

The time he had been waiting, he got close to the bathroom door frame.

- I love both of you, a lot.

- DADDY!

While your son was extremely happy, you were having a heart attack, which was the funniest thing about this moment.

- holy shit! Johnny, you scared me!

Soap went close to the bathtub to hug and kiss both of you.

- I'm sorry love, I was waiting to do a great entrance.

- DADDY YOU'RE HERE! YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!

- Hey buddy! I missed you! How are you? Did you take care of mommy?

- I did! Look! We're taking a bath and playing with bubbles!

- Looks very funny! is there some space for me in the bathtub?

- YES! mommy look, dad will join us!

- Oh yes! He really needs a bath! We will have to help him to be as clean as us, don't you think?

- YES!!!!

These were the kind of moments Jhonny loved the most, all of you together, he really was trying to capture every minute he was at home.

[albertasunrise]

Hope - No Hope

Masterlist

Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (I am so sorry this has taken so long. As many of you know I am expecting my first baby and the little miracle has been draining the lift out of me 😂 but I am getting over that now and so I will be updating my fics over the coming weeks 🥰 hope you enjoy!)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2

One year later...

Weekends at yours with Alec grilling had become a tradition. Noah and Sarah still adored each other and were practically joined at the hip at this point. You'd been with Alec for over a year. Moving it with each other not long after getting together Joel had been left to try and pull himself out of the dark hole your leaving him and Sarah had left him in. Yet, despite the crippling jealousy that he felt towards the other man for capturing your heart, he could not hate him. Alec was the perfect gentleman. You and he flourished together and helped Joel whenever he needed it. It was impossible to be anything but happy for you both. 

"Sarah come." Said Noah as he took her hand and helped her waddle over to his jungle gym "Play princesses." 

Joel watched with fondness as his 18th-month daughter walked with the little boy, her legs still a little wobbly but getting stronger every week. He kept an eye on them both whilst listening in to the conversation that was flowing between the adults. Tommy laughed as he told them a story about one of his friends, the older brother smiling at how enthusiastically his brother spoke about his brothers in arms. 

"How's work been for you Joel?" You asked, pulling his gaze away from the kids and towards you as you smiled sweetly at him. 

"Business is good." Joel answered with a shrug "Can't complain really." 

"How did your date with that client's daughter go?" Tommy asked as he gave his brother a wink. 

"You had a date?" You practically squeaked, looking between the two brothers with giddy excitement. 

"Was fine." Joel shrugged "She was sweet but we just didn't click." Joel shrugged, looking down at the beer in his hand in hoping that you would drop it. 

"What really happened?" You pushed and he sighed, there was no hiding anything from you. 

"She uh... Well, she freaked out when I told her I had a kid." He answered honestly "Can't blame her. I'm 22 with a toddler. Not exactly what you expect or what from a relationship in your early twenties." 

"Joel..." 

"It's fine... Honestly, what 20-something What's a kid right?" 

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Unable to find the words to say to make him feel better. He was so young and yet he seemed so set that he was to face life alone. 

"Foods up" Stated Alec as he placed the plate of burgers down beside the salad you'd placed there a few minutes ago.

"KIDS." Joel shouted, smirking when just their heads appeared in the doorway of the fort "FOOD!" he finished, outright smirking at how their eyes widened before they scrambled over to the table. 

Lunch passed with ease. Noah found it exceedingly funny how his little friend pulled her burger apart so that she could eat it all in separate pieces. Then after the dishes were cleared away and the kids were out down for a nap the four of you sat in the garden and enjoyed the piece and quiet. The conversation flowed easily and everything was relaxed. 

Until you and Alec dropped your news. 

"We're real glad that the two of you were able to make it." Alec said as he glanced at you and smiled. 

"Why's that?" Tommy asked as he eyed you and Alec. 

"Well, we got some news." 

Joel's stomach dropped. 

"Y'all getting married?" Tommy fired at them and they chuckled.

"No... Although we have been discussing it." Alec chuckled. 

"What is it then?" Tommy pushed and Joel wished his brother wouldn't. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. 

"We're gonna have a baby." You gushed and Joel swore his heart stopped altogether.

"What?" 

Your brows pulled together at his question and he internally scorned himself for his reaction. He hadn't meant to say that out loud but he couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

You were pregnant? 

"What my brother meant to say was congrats." Tommy piped up, pulling Joel back to earth with a crash. 

"Yeah... Course I did... just caught me by surprise is all." Joel stated, giving you what he hoped was a convincing smile. 

"Yeah... we uh..." Alec chuckled as you both gazed at each other a moment and grinned "We were too. Would be lying if we said we planned this." 

That didn't make Joel feel any better. 

"We have one too many bottles of wine to thank for this." You sniggered as you placed your hand on the bump that Joel had completely missed before. 

"Well, we already know you're both gonna be ace parents." Tommy said as he jumped to his feet, bending down to hug both you and Alec. 

Joel's heart was in his throat. He had worked so hard to bury his feelings for you but this news had just dredged them from the depths and shoved them in his face. He felt like he was under a spotlight as you all turned to look at him, waiting for him to speak. Sarah crying down the baby monitor couldn't have come at a better time. 

The tearful daddies had him standing from his seat quickly and muttering a few nervous sorry's before he sprinted inside to his daughter. You couldn't help but be confused by Joel's reaction to your news. You'd thought he would be happy for you. 

Meanwhile, Joel was rocking his sniffly little girl as she settled in his arms, placing soft kisses on her head of curly hair as he whispered how it was okay to her whilst swallowing back his own tears. He soothed his little girl back to sleep, laying her back down in her cot before stumbling back onto the couch behind him, falling into it and throwing his head in his hands as he allowed his tears to flow. 

Something you watched from the shadows as your heart shattered for him. You weren't sure why he was so broken but you hated seeing him hurt. Little did you know that he was mourning the fact that you were completely and utterly lost to him now. He officially had no hope of sharing his life with the woman who had pulled him from the deepest pit and brought him into the light. The woman who had taught him that life was worth living. 

That everyone has a second chance at love.

...

Tommy watched his brother from the kitchen as the man finished cleaning away the mess Sarah had left from dinner. They had left a short while after you and Alec had made your announcement, Joel remaining quiet the rest of the time they were there. He knew something was up. His brother wasn't good at hiding his true feelings, he wore them on his sleeve and he felt conflicted about his sibling's reaction to your pregnancy. Part of him felt for Joel. Knowing that for longer than his older brother had realised, he'd had feelings for you and how this bombshell must have shattered him. The other part though was angry that Joel hadn't even tried to pretend that he was happy for you. 

"Joel." He called out when his brother's cleaning got more erratic "Joel!" He said a little louder when his first call fell on deaf ears. 

"What." The older man growled, coming to a stop and gripping the edges of the counter as he stared at the bottles now soaking in the sink. 

"You could have been nicer about her news." He said plainly, pulling Joel's gaze to him. 

"What?" He asked again, but his tone changed. 

"I get that you're probably feeling a bit bummed about this but-" 

"Bummed?" Joel snarled, stopping his brother in his tracks "You think I'm feeling bummed about this?"

"You know what I mean... I get you're disappointed but you could have at least pretended to be happy for her." 

Joel said nothing. 

His chest heaved as his brother's words whirled in his brain. Bummed... he thought to himself. BUMMED?? He hadn't meant to yell that last thought at his brother. 

"I am fucking devastated." Joel choked, taking his brother by surprise "A year and a half ago... I lost my wife on what should have been the happiest day of my life." 

Tommy flinched at the mention of Joel's dead wife. 

"I drove home alone... with this tiny person beside me and I honestly thought that my life was over..." He trailed off as he scraped a shaky hand over his face "And then I walk into that very lounge and there's this ray of light shining back at me. 

"She pulled me back from the brink and despite my brain telling me it was wrong... I fell for her. But my wife had just died and I had a new baby so I pushed it away... Pushed her away..." Joel was sobbing now, his cheeks glittering with the tears that tracked down them "I pushed her away and she stumbled into the arms of another man. A man that I can't even hate because he's so fucking perfect for her!" 

"But you are-"

"I'm a fucking wreck, Tommy." Joel interrupted "I am nothing but bad for her and my feeling devastated about her happy news just proves that." 

"Joel..." Tommy trailed off, his heart aching for his older brother now. 

"I fucked up." He finished, shrugging and leaving the room. 

As the weather grew a little more changeable, dinners at your home became more scarce. Instead, you had started to have Sarah over for a few hours in the evening as Joel's hours had gotten longer. He never stuck around when collecting her though and you knew he was avoiding you. You hadn't pushed the subject of witnessing him crying. You'd barely mentioned the pregnancy around him in the short moments you did share any conversation. One month merged into two. Two into three and you felt him grow more and more distant with each one. 

You ached to talk to him though. To try and understand why your happy news had affected him the way it had. You wondered if perhaps it had brought up the hurt of losing Ali. They had broken the news to you in a similar way. Dinner at there's with you and a few other close friends, they had announced that they were expecting. Perhaps it had brought up memories and feelings he'd not dwelt on for a while. 

He never gave you a chance to find out though. You would share a few words. Mostly about what Sarah had been up to at nursery and with you before discussing what she had for dinner and any other days he may need you to have her. Your friendship had become little more than a business transaction and it was breaking your heart... And Alec could see how much it was breaking you. 

He only allowed one more month of this to continue before he finally decided that enough was enough. 

...

Joel glanced up at the door, glancing at Tommy before pushing himself to his feet and walking up to answer it. He had no clue who would be at his door at 9 in the evening but if he had hazard a guess, he wouldn't have ever thought it was Alec. 

"Hey." Alec said as he gave the man a smile "Hope I'm not interrupting." 

"Tommy and I were just watching the game." Joel replied and Alec nodded "What can I do for you?" He asked as he glanced over the man's shoulder "Everything okay?" 

"Oh yeah." Alec nodded, giving Joel's arm a friendly pat "I just thought you and I could go for a drink. Catch up... It's been a while." 

"Oh, I don't know... Sarah-" 

"Can be sat by her uncle Tommy for a few hours." Piped up his younger sibling as he walked up behind him "Go, I can handle shit here for a while." 

"You referring to it as shit doesn't give me much confidence." Joel grumbled as he grabbed his jacket and followed Alec to his car "Page me if you need me." He threw over his shoulder as he turned his head to look at his brother who was waving him off from the front door. 

"Won't need ya, brother." 

...

Alec drove to a bar not far from Joel's. It was fairly busy but not so much so that they couldn't hear each other talk. The conversation had flowed surprisingly easily at first. Something that Joel had always admired about Alec was that the man loved to talk about his kid. He sat there and gushed about how well Noah and Sarah played together. How she seemed to hang off of his every action. 

"He's constantly talking to baby." Alec chuckled "Telling her all the games he wants to play and-" 

"Her?" Joel piped up and Alec grinned and nodded "Shit... yeah I wasn't supposed to say anything." He let out an awkward chuckle as he took a sip of his beer "We're having a girl." 

"Wow, that's... That's great." Joel replied, his tone turning flat as he took a large swig of his beer in the hope that it would mask his disappointment. 

"Yeah... We're excited." 

"I bet." 

An awkward silence fell over the duo a moment before Alec spoke again. Leaning forward in his chair and forcing himself into Joel's eyeline. 

"What's going on man?" He asked and Joel was surprised at how surprisingly soft his question was.

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean that since we announced that we're having a baby you've been off." He stated plainly "I've been watching you break your friend's heart month by month as you grow more and more distant with her." 

"Alec-" Joel was stopped by a raised hand and he sighed. 

"I know our news must have dredged up some memories for you but you can't push your friends away." Alec pleaded "We're here to help you, Joel." 

"That's not... It didn't..." Joel couldn't string the words together but Alec knew what he was trying to say. 

"Well if it isn't that... the only other logical reason for your reaction is that you're..." He trailed off as he put two and two together. His eyes trailing up to Joel as the last puzzle piece falls into place. 

"You're in love with her... Aren't you?" 

Joel's eyes filled with tears as he nodded numbly. His eyes squeezed shut knocking a few of them free. Alec sat there in shock as he processed what he'd just learned. Joel's heart was in his throat as he watched the man work through everything he needed to. He had hoped that he would take this secret to his grave but in reality, he knew it had only been a matter of time before it came out. 

"Alec I'm sorry..." Joel choked, his eyes pleading with the man to believe him "I had feelings for her way before she met you but I was struggling with losing Ali and the fact I'd developed feelings for someone so soon after that I suppressed them and pushed her away and then she met you and I... Well, I was too late. You're good for her and I would never get in the way of you guys I just... I'm not good at handling this." 

This statement made Alec snort. He finally looked at Joel and the younger man readied himself for the verbal bashing he was undoubtedly about to receive. It never came. 

"I won't lie to you, man." Alec started with a sigh "This is not what I expected when I decided we needed to talk." 

Joel nodded, his eyes dropping to his beer bottle. 

"You need to buck up your ideas now though man." The man continued "She needs you... She needs Sarah. You're all she has left of Ali and she's been slowly killing herself trying to work out what she did wrong to make you so distant." 

"I didn't mean to hurt her." Joel mumbled and Alec nodded.

"I know man and I get why you've been behaving as you have. It's not gonna be easy learning the woman you love is having a baby with another man but we are your friends Joel and we can help you get through this. So let us." 

Joel nodded and gave the man a teary smile. 

They finished their beers before heading out of the bar and back to Alec's car. Joel had always admired the man's car. A black 66' Mustang that he had rebuilt with his dad as a kid. Alec had regaled the story fondly the first time Joel had set eyes on the car. 

"Wanna drive?" Alec asked as he waved the keys at Joel. 

The man's eyes widened as he nodded eagerly and Alec grinned as he tossed them to Joel as they swapped sides. To say Joel was excited did not do what he was feeling justice. He had been trying to think of a way to ask the man if he could take it for a spin since he met him, so to finally get the chance was beyond exciting. 

The straight six sitting under the bonnet roared to life and Joel and Alec both groaned before the younger man peeled out of the carpark and onto the main road. No words passed between them a while before Alec rolled his head to look at his friend, smiling at the giddy excitement plastered all over Joel. 

"I'm sorry you've been hurting man." He said simply "I want you to know that I genuinely care about you and I don't want to see you suffer." 

Joel shot him a smile, before returning his focus to the road. 

"We'll work this shit out." He finished, giving Joel's knee a friendly pat before turning his attention to the buildings that flew past his window. 

"Thank you." Joel said as he smiled over at Alec, his eyes then greeting the headlights of a truck that had just jumped a light. 

It was the last thing he said before the sound of metal being crushed rang in their ears. 

Then everything went black. 

Next

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[sulieykte]

HEYYY i know ur really busy but let me just tell u this idea i had... i think you'd be able to write it perfectly but honestly just ur thoughts on it is more than enough for me!!

imagine female na'vi oc always lurking around the lab, fascinated by the humans. one day, she's introduced to a camera and is immediately completely intrigued. she's always fiddling with it, and the people at the lab let her take it home. she always has it on her, but one day it winds up in neteyam's hand. (maybe she misplaced it...? or it was intentional..)

he opens the gallery and at first its innocent, like plants or streams (briefly thought of her sneaking a photo of teyam but idk..) and suddenly, he sees her propped up, legs spread as she looks down at the camera, spit drooling from her lips onto her fingers before it slowly starts to rub her slit.. AHHHH idk just the thought of neteyam discovering camgirls/making a movie omgggg ... bonus points if reader is shy/reserved

Okay so this... I have a lot of thoughts on this but I'm also going to direct you to Neteyam finding porn by @andraga12 and maybe you could ask nicely for a part 2 because I think we all want that!

I wanted to actually write this up but my thoughts got a little long so here's a long rambling of me discussing what I think would happen and yes I got flustered imagining this.

𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 ೃ⁀➷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑!𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒂!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆

I can't let go of the idea of the reader being Norm's daughter. A couple of years older than Neteyam and orphaned by the war, you were the first of Norm's fostered children and completely attached. You were attached to his hip as a child, originally in his avatar form, but one day he forgets himself and greets you in his human form and that's it, there's a na'vi toddler invading the lab every day which they quickly discover can cause much more chaos than toddler Spider.

Your interest in electronics is a blessing and a curse, because they can just shove a tablet in your hand to distract her and keep you from messing with their samples but you soon bores of that and he finds you trying to taste test some dangerous chemicals and he swears he's going grey prematurely due to his oldest kid alone.

That's until you're five and you discover an old digital camera and it's a blessing because even though you've constantly got a camera shoved in everyone's faces, you keeps your hands to yourself and eventually as you get older, start to brave leaving the lab and your father's security in a quest to capture the beauty of the forest.

Now at some point Spider teaches you how to take a selfie and you'd never even considered doing so until he grabbed your precious camera from your hands one day and flipped it around to snap a shot of the two of you together yes I love spider he's gonna be bestie in all my writing

Now this is where Neteyam comes in. Fast forward to adulthood, you're not involved much in the clan, preferring to keep to yourself and where most na'vi have their hunting knife strapped across their chest, you have your camera and are yet to even train for your iknimaya. Norm and Jake have debated this with you over the years but you're unmoving. So they send Neteyam in hopes that someone closer to your own age can get through to you and as he is already a skilled warrior, they trust he can train you.

You have to remove your beloved camera during the training sessions and a few training sessions in, he gets curious at what could possibly be so interesting about this device that it keeps you so isolated from the rest of the clan. So when you're collecting your arrows, he picks it up and starts to look through the images.

They start off innocent, candids of Norm and Max working in the lab, a shot of the Mo'at in concentration as she heals a fallen warrior, the colour of the sky moments before eclipse. Until they're not so innocent anymore and Neteyam's breath catches in his throat as he finds himself looking at a Na'vi woman's body, legs spread, head thrown back, a delicate hand inches from your core and Eywa he wishes he could see that hand drop a little further.

He gets his wish when he loses his mind and scrolls to the next photo and finds you bent over on your knees, fingers knuckle deep in yourself and he feels his loincloth tighten uncomfortably. The next is a video, you stare down the camera, adjusting it on it's stand before your back away until your knelt form is in frame. Your eyes seem to catch his through the screen and his knees practically give out as he watches you slip your fingers into your mouth, swirling them around until they come out glistening with your spit and travel down your body.

You return then, a handful of arrows and find him with your precious camera in hand, eyes blown wide and totally engrossed in whatever is on the screen.

You're scrambling over to him and attempting to grab it from his hand before you even hear the sounds coming from the device. Your sounds. You demand he returns it.

He can't resist but tease you, holding the camera above his head and out of your reach. A smirk on his face as you attempt to jump and get a hold of his arm, your whimpers echoing from the speakers.

Your body brushes up against his as you jump for the camera, and you stop, feeling something hard graze your stomach. He hisses, the friction causing his composure to wane.

You look up at him, face reddened with the embarrassment of being caught, that he'd been the one to catch you and that he was looking down at you like a predator that had found his prey.

He smirks and hands the camera back to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I think it's time the student becomes the teacher. Teach me how to take such beautiful pictures, sevin."

Go to part two

[the-writer-is-always-write]

Thoughts on Dune: Part Two

General Impression: I adored this movie from start to finish. Having just rewatched Part One a week ago, it felt like a seamless transition hopping back into the story. The score, the set design, the costumes, all of it was impeccable.

Chani: her character arc was obviously the biggest deviation from the book, and although I felt a lot of surprise watching it unfold, I think some reflection has left me alright with it. I've admittedly only read Dune and Dune: Messiah, but both books are clearly meant to illustrate the dangers of religious fanaticism and the ways that religion and prophecy can be manipulated and utilized as a tool for oppression. While these ideas can (hopefully) be discerned fairly clearly by the reader, I think it makes sense to have an audible voice of dissent in a film adaptation, particularly from someone among the Fremen. The only concern I have is wondering how Denis will handle Dune: Messiah, since the plot sort of hinges on Paul and Chani being together. But I guess that's a worry for later.

MY BOY MUAD'DIB: Timothee is just so utterly perfect for this role, I genuinely could not imagine anyone else doing it with such grace and gravitas. Seeing the gradual spiral of innocent teenager to reluctant leader to religious icon was heart-wrenching. Paul has honestly become one of my favorite fictional characters because his story is so complex and layered with tragedy. He's simultaneously a product of manipulation and coercion, and an angry young man seeking revenge against those who have hurt him. He lacks agency in many ways, yet he still makes decisions that lead to so much destruction. He tries so so hard to avoid the holy war, but it becomes an inevitability he can't escape. Reading Dune: Messiah for the first time a few weeks ago really helped me to understand how the prophecy controlled him as much as he used it to control others. I could literally give a ted talk on this, and how it's such a fascinating take on the messiah figure trope.

Jessica: I saw an article recently where I think Denis called Jessica "the puppetmaster," and I think that's very fitting for her depiction in this movie. I like how it openly shows the manipulation tactics of the Bene Gesserit, particularly how they prey upon the "vulnerable" Fremen first. Rebecca did a fantastic job giving the creep factor.

Feyd-Rautha: I still don't know why Denis had a vendetta against Harkonnen eyebrows, but I guess it was cool? I LOVED the black and white lighting on Giedi Prime, and the arena scene was SO. GOOD. Denis really went for it. Feyd's accent caught me off guard a few times, but overall I think the ruthless and brutal nature of the character really shined through. He's the antithesis to Paul, and I think Denis captured that theme well enough.

I thought all the other characters were well done too. Stilgar was maybe a touch too comic relief-y at times, but nothing catastrophic. Gurney was great, but I would have liked at least one more baliset scene :(

Things we missed: I'm a little bummed we didn't get Harah. I know the movie was already pretty stuffed, but I honestly thought they could have used the actress that played Chani's friend (I can't remember if they ever mention her name). Even if the idea of Paul "acquiring" her was a little icky, they could have done something else with her character at least. I was also sad they didn't do the full funeral scene with Jamis, but oh well. I think the greater omission was Thufir Hawat, but again I can see why they chose to cut him. I just think the dynamic between the Baron and Feyd-Rautha had a lot more friction in the book, mostly because of Thufir conspiring them both against each other.

I'm honestly not upset we didn't get to see freaky-toddler Alia. I was excited for Anya though!

Overall, I really loved this film. No adaptation can get every detail perfect, but I can see the ways that Denis and the actors adored this story and wanted to tell it in a powerful way. I thought the themes stayed true to the book, and I'm really hopeful we get Part Three!

AND THE WORMS. THE WORMS WERE GREAT. LONG LIVE THE WORMS.

[ystrike1]

Master's Pet - By Shroomi (8.5/10)

It's a hot love battle! The son of the Duke. The son of the Marquise. The illegitimate son of the Marquise. They're all fighting over the same man. Our unfortunate, fatally attractive, protagonist just wants to escape his obsessive stalker. To do that he must pick a master, and pay with his body.

Our story begins with Collin.

He is a malnourished and gorgeous 18 year old boy. His mother was a mistress. Collins father was the very dead, spoiled and annoying Marquise. Collin looks exactly like that gorgeous and dumb Marquise.

His identity is hard to deny.

The legitimate heir, Joseph, takes him in. He doesn’t have to. Collin is half worthless peasant after all.

Joseph takes Collin in to turn him into a stud. A stallion. You see Joseph doesn't want to marry. His dumb hot father spent all the money. He must focus on saving the territory. Also his mother beat him horribly and he can't bear to sleep with women. So frankly Collin is really convenient.

Collin gets depressed when his mom abandons him for money. Joseph buys a slave of humble birth. Someone Collin can trust. Collin is afraid of power. Of being a noble son.

Joseph buys Ein. Ein wasn't a regular slave. The Duke's son, Max, is obsessed with him.

Ein is willing to do anything to get away.

Joseph tells Ein to gain Collin's trust. Teach him. Make him look noble so a Lady will marry him to continue the Marquise line.

Ein agrees.

Bad news!

Collin is a very nice young man!

He's not excited to be rich. He's afraid and he relies on Ein for emotional support.

This destroys Ein. He feels incredibly guilty, but he has no choice. His previous owner kept him locked up every day. He couldn't even interact with the other servants.

Joseph uses Ein for his sexual needs. That's part of the deal. His mommy issues are real bad, so he needs to tie Ein up too. He doesn't like to be touched. Joseph is kind of a shitty, abusive, possessive guy until the very end of the story. Ein is a good servant and support for him, but they never become real friends.

Joseph grapples with possessive feelings for Ein, but they never become real love.

Ein tames Collin....with love.

Yes, Collin wants to be with Ein. He says he will become the perfect man....if Joseph hands over the slave papers. Collin wants to be Ein's master.

How impure.

Wait Collin plans to burn the contract! Yes!!! His is the one good egg in the lineup of men.

Joseph struggles with his feelings while Collin is away at school. He abuses Ein some more and then he remembers being abused sucks??? It kinda hurts actually???

Joseph's weirdo mommy was obsessed with the dumb hot Marquise. She spoiled him rotten. She wanted a blond, blue eyed son. Instead Joseph came into the world with her face. She beat him. He wears gloves because she attacked his hands. She whipped his arms until they were all permanently white with scar tissue on top.

She sucked, but that doesn’t mean using Ein for rough playtime constantly is ok.

They could have been friends. Maybe lovers. But Joseph doesn't get over his mommy issues.

Max the stalker captures Ein at a really dumb party Joseph planned. Joseph wanted to marry Collin off. That was the plan, but the party tipped Max off. Somebody recognized Ein.

Max kidnaps him, and we learn the truth.

Max ruined Ein's whole life, from childhood to adulthood. He's been abnormally attached to Ein since he was like a toddler. Ein had to deal with it, because he was a slave. Max confessed his love when he grew up, but Ein refused. Then Max locked him up and threw away the key. The Duchess is a sane woman, so she snuck Ein out. Without her he'd still be in there.

Collin and Joseph have the papers. Max has Ein. They burn the papers, and that makes Max a criminal. Slaves are fair game for kidnapping, but kidnapping a citizen is a huge deal. Especially when you're the Duke's son. Without the slave papers Ein can easily get rid of Max, because everybody hates him. He's an annoying little brat that never grew up.

Max says he is Ein's true Master, and he always will be.

Ein looks down at him and says Max means nothing to him. Without the paper he has no reason to care about his madness.

Collin and Joseph both teamed up to save him.

Who does Ein pick?

No one.

He chooses to quit his job. He never wants to see another noble man again.

Collin cries when he leaves. Joseph is mad about it, but they get it. Again, Max ruined his entire childhood and um yeah.

Eventually Collin chooses to abandon life as a noble man.

It never really suited him anyway.

He finds Ein, who has become a teacher because of his years of tutoring experience.

Ein has been waiting for him.

Collin, the sanest and most loving of the three, was always Ein's true love.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

how do you think the monster boys would react to some of the funnier/more endearing things humans do?

example:

- sometimes we say "ow" before we even register the fact of any collision, even if we ourselves cant get hurt at all in the interaction, ex. hitting a wooden spoon super hard against a stove.

- many people like to make "nests", or just piles of blankets and pillows, and hide in them. sometimes they'll become "blanket monsters", where they'll quickly grab things like snacks, small toys, and even other people and animals and drag them under the blanket. this is especially prominent during times of general discomfort, such as sickness or menstruation, although anyone can do this just for fun. (watches as grim gets dragged into the blanket void by yuu)

- comfort foods. we have them, and we specifically save them for later when we need said comfort. even unorthodox things like extremely spicy food or poorly cooked meals can be comforting if they have sentimental value

- we will listen to sounds we hear over and over, and occasionally mimic them to the point of annoying ourselves

- we will find almost anything "cute" and either will try to pet it (whether it attacks us or not), or if we know it will, we'll sit in misery. most animals do like our scritches though.

Cater's Magicam page is going to go viral with all the cute endearing qualities. Were it not for Riddle and Trey, he'd have his phone out 24/7 just to capture these moments much like how we try to get ready to capture a photo of a rare bird or the elusive "blep" of a kitty or "blop" of a dog 😂

That being said, Yuu (and mini!Yuu) are going to be endeared to these monsters, even if some of their behavior seems a little odd to them. Hey, even we get baffled by the behavior of our own pets and other animals, why wouldn't they be baffled by us? (Despite being baffled by our own species as we are) 😂

Anytime the boys hear Yuu/mini!Yuu yelp in pain or even say "ow" they're immediately poking their head in to check on them. Unless Yuu is naturally clumsy and this is common for them to see, the boys will automatically begin to worry and fuss or have the first aid kit ready to use--after all, they can't afford to have their reputation (much less the school's) be tarnished for not caring about what is literally the last human in Twisted Wonderland's existence! And of course they grow to care about the weird human, but you won't hear most of them say it aloud. And then there's the resiliency of a tiny toddler like mini!Yuu.

Mini!Yuu: *-running and giggling before tripping and falling to the ground, getting up seconds later to continue running without a second thought-*

Ace: "Whoa! Yuu, are you okay?"

Deuce: "Oh no, your knee!"

Mini!Yuu: *-stops and looks down, seeing the scrape on their knee and realizing it stings before tearing up and wailing-* "Waaaah!"

Crewel: *-in the distance-* "Who made the puppy cry?!"

(Don't worry, mini!Yuu was fine when mama Vil put a bandaid on, Trey gave them a cookie to cheer them up, and Crewel let them snuggle his pelt. All is right with the world!)

The blanket one...pfft, I can imagine that Grim is oftentimes the main one who gets dragged into the blanket monster for cuddles due to his size. XD I think it becomes a sort of game for the boys to place snacks and other fun or silly things near the opening to see Yuu grab and drag them under the blanket, and their reward is often nicknamed "Blanket Monster Snuggles" when Yuu rises up with the blanket still wrapped around them and covering the closest monster.

Needless to say that Yuu could be very clingy and refuse to let go, yet these boys wouldn't mind in the slightest once they got used to it. More often than not if Yuu falls asleep while hugging them under the blanket, they'll wake up either in one of the other respective dorms of their friends or in yet another first year cuddle pile. Imagine Riddle's surprise and confusion on seeing Deuce almost completely draped in a blanket like a cape or cloak and only realizing that the strange lump on his back is actually Yuu fast asleep! 😂

When it comes to comfort food, no matter if it's a favorite main course or a favorite thing you want to save for last on your plate or even just a snack you hoard away, the guys might think it's a hibernation thing since some monsters do that. But nope, we just want to save specific ones we love for later/last/comfort days.

Also, picture this:

Ace: "Uh, Yuu? Why are you separating the blue candy from the rest?"

Yuu: "I'm saving them for last." *-pours another handful and sorts through them, separating the blue pieces before devouring the rest-* "The blue ones taste the best."

Ace: "Huh? But...they all taste like chocolate. The only difference is the color."

Yuu: "The blue ones taste the best to me."

Ace: "...is this another weird human thing?"

Yes Ace, it is indeed another "Humans are Weird and Adorable" moment. 🤣

I did actually briefly mention the "mimicking sounds to the point of annoying ourselves" in one of Cater's Magicam posts here!

As for the petting cute things we consider cute or sulking if we can't...

During chapter three when they meet the tweels and see them in their real forms:

Yuu: *-gasp-* "Sea puppies!!! So cute!!!"

Ace and the others: "Eh?!"

Jade: "Oya? You think we are...cute?"

Floyd: "Neh, aren't you scared of us, lil' Shrimpy?"

Yuu: "How can I when you look so cute?! Can I pet your ear fins??"

Ace/Deuce/Jack/Grim: "NO!!!!"

Or in chapter 2 when meeting Leona:

Leona: "What are you looking at, herbivore?"

Yuu: *-visibly looking dismayed and pouting-* "It's not fair..."

Leona: "Oh? And what's not fair...?"

Yuu: "You all look so cute and I'm sad because I can't pet any of you! TT^TT"

Savanaclaw (and Heartslabyul): "Cute?!"

Cater: "Yuu...never have I ever heard anyone ever call Savanaclaw 'cute'. Smh..."

Aaaand...that's all I can think of off the top of my head at the moment! Hope you guys enjoyed the silliness and reminder that humans can be adorable~! >v<

[its-tiamat]

hiii! may i request headcanons with hawks and dabi with a s/o whose love language is gift giving? like, they love giving things randomly. "this cat plush reminded me of you, so i bought it for you." "i noticed that your headphone is broken. here, a new headphone!" "you mentioned you like this brand of candy, and i, well... i may have bought five bags of candy for you." and so on. it's like... giving gifts is the s/o's way to show their affection. they just want to make their loved one happy~

thank you so much!! ❤

|| WITH A S/O WHOSE LOVE LANGUAGE IS GIFT GIVING ||

yesyesyesyesyes I loved writing this!!! Also, I'll never stop saying this, but I'm amazed by all the nice people I've been able to interact with lately. Aren't ya a lovely bunch?

Pairings: dabi × reader • hawks × reader

Warnings: none

He's not... used to receiving that many gifts, he was kinda neglected as a child and at the League? He always felt like he had to preserve his status and he never let himself indulge in too much affection towards other members. He better get used to it though, as giving him little sweet presents is your way to show how strong your love is.

He knows how important it is to you, and it's not like he doesn't appreciate your gesture, but sometimes it leaves him so confused it's almost fun.

"I heard the other day, your headphones weren't working well," you say, "do you like blue? I bought you a new pair!" Dabi raises his eyes from his phone: "Huh? For me?"

"She's giving you a present, you goon," says Toga, smacking Dabi on the head, "look! they're even your favorite color! Stop being so dense and thank her, for once!" Toga turned to look at you: "Don't worry baby, he loves them. And he loves you too." Shigaraki chuckles, and Dabi's face reddens more and more ad he goes back to stare at his phone.

He'll apologize for being so dumb at first and thank you profusely for the gift ("they work so well, and you even got my favorite color, you are amazing!") once the rest of the League is out of the picture. To be honest, you'd buy him more gifts just to see his flustered face when he gets them.

"Hey love," you call him, while walking by his side down a dark alley. He turns his head to give you his full attention, slowing down his walk. "You know how we went shopping the other day, and you showed me those cinnamon blueberry rolls you used to eat as a kid right?"

"Right..." Dabi scratches the back of his head as he stops in front of an old, wooden black door in the darkest spot of the alley. The air smells of alcohol and cigarettes, and you can hear unintelligible words being spoken inside. "What does it have to do with this operation?"

"Huh? Nothing. I just thought it would have been so nice to get you some of them." You pull out a paper bag from your backpack. "So I did. I wanted to treat you!"

Nothing beats seeing his stunned face as he takes your gift in his hands "I...We're on a mission.. but thanks. I mean it. You're lovely." He smiled, softly.

You had managed to capture a couple of their men alive, but the enemy's hideout was now burnt to ashes. The paper bag you gave Dabi, however, didn't seem to have a single scratch on it.

At first it felt a bit awkward to gift him stuff because did I mention it? He's a top pro hero. Can't he buy whatever he wants?

But that's not the point of gifts. And oh, the way his face lightens whenever you give him a gift! He smiles like a toddler at Christmas, even for the smallest of presents means so much to him. They are physical demonstrations of your love!  (*remembers Hawks' past* yes please give him tons of gifts buy him everything please he deserves it pretty please)

He's never been too tied to his physical possessions anyway, but there's something so sweet about holding the key chain you bought for him in his hand, while you're far away. It's like a memo that, as soon as he's done with his job, he can come home to you and finally rest.

He still remembers the day you gave it to him: "I got you a thing, hope you don't mind it," you said.

"Huh? I didn't even notice it!" You laughed. Of course he had. You thought buying something from a stand far from where he was seated would have given you an advantage, but he was so good at spotting you even in the crowd. You handed him the small package, and restrained a laugh as he shred the paper around your gift like knowing what was inside was the reason of his life. No gift paper was safe from him.

"A little chick?" He grinned, as he held the small, round, needle felt chick in his hand. You couldn't hold your laugh for any longer.

"It's a key chain! You like it, right?" Hawks smooched your cheek in the loudest way possible before answering: "I love it! It kinda looks like me, doesn't it?"

You blushed. "I mean, that's the kind of the first thing that came to my mind when I saw it so... It looked so soft and cute, I didn't have the heart to leave it there."

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[starkandthewaynes]

Ghosts from the past Pt. 7

All the founding members of the Justice League and Dark team were seated around the conference table, with the bats, three young adults, and a toddler. "Batman, what is going on?" Wonder Woman asks as two of the young adults stand up, powering on their presentation. The first slide read: The American government is trying to declare war on ghosts???? Tucker smirks at the clickbait title. "Danny, Jazz, what haven't you told me?" John Constantine asks his niece and nephew. "We're getting there Uncle John." Danny says, crossing his arms. 

Sam nods as she hits a button. "First thing you have to understand, Ghosts, just like people, can be good or bad, and they can reform. They are sentient, they have their own ruling systems of government and laws, and culture. They are a people simply on the other side of the veil." Sam says as pictures are shown of the ghost zone. "Now the Ghost Zone or more widely known by Ghosts as the Infinite Realms is essentially a mirrored dimension to our own, and there are scientists who have punched a whole into this dimension without the citizen's permission. This portal has led to our hometown, Amity Park, being ground zero for the paranormal." Sam says, as the slides continue.  "Now because biased scientists are considered the lead experts in the field of ecto-ology, the united states government has passed laws called the ecto laws and have created their own ghost hunting branch," Tucker says as everyone in the room's stomachs filled with dread. 

"The ectolaws state that any beings that are made of or consume ectoplasm in any form are non-sentient and therefore cannot feel pain, they deem it is acceptable to capture and experiment on the beings from the Infinite Realms." Sam says, as Danny wants to run out of the room. "And they have already done so to the ruling monarch of the Realms." Sam says as Danny stands up, taking a deep breath. "Danny?" Sam asks, as Danny stands up on a chair to be seen by everyone. "My name is Danny Fenton, and the Dr.s Fenton, my adoptive parents, are the scientists Sam talked about. Their portal didn't work, until I hit a button on the inside. It gave me a shock, and I woke up to what the ghosts call a half, half-ghost, half-human." Danny says, his eyes watering, but he looks at JJ. 

"After a year of me being my towns only hero, another ghost awoken the evil ghost king, Pariah Dark, a ghost so feared his real name was erased from our history." He says as Jason nods. "He, he took my town into the Infinite Realms, where I then defeated him in single combat. I became the new Ghost King." Danny whispers, looking down. "And now my friends are getting hurt because I can't protect them, because I was hurt." Danny says, sniffling. "And, and I gotta help them, I wanna help them, they're my friends. "I was captured, and then, the Dr. Fentons cut me and hurt me really badly. And, and after they were done, they handed me over to the GIW, where I was hurt and drained." Danny says, as tears go down his face. "Pawpaw had to rescue me, he had to turn me into a toddler to keep me safe, and then Jazzy took me to Gotham." Danny says, as he wipes his eyes. "I need your help, to help my friends, I don't want what happened to me to happen to them, so pwease help, you're my only hope." He says, as he runs to Jazz's arms, crying even more, so she and Red Hood leave. 

"How did the meta-human protection laws miss this?" Superman asks as Sam sighs. "The GIW built a firewall to keep Amity Park separated from the rest of the world. They captured a ghost of technology to create it. Nothing gets in or out unless you have access to ectoplasm." Tucker explains as Sam is watching the door. "He'll be okay, Sam, it's Danny." Tucker says, as Sam shakes her head. "We don't know if he's stuck like that, Tucker!" Sam shouts as Tucker sighs. "I know that, but getting upset won't help him at all." Tucker says as Sam growls. 

"What do you mean?" Wonder-Woman asks as the two friends nod. "Danny was 14 when everything started. We tried calling you guys, to get help, but we kept getting a busy signal, so Danny took on the role of a hero all on his own." Sam says, her voice telling how much she cares. "We were his backup, but there were so many times where we couldn't help him or we just got in his way. Tucker and I were on our family's vacations when he was taken. and by the time we got back, Danny and Jazz were packing, and Danny was a baby." Sam says, as Tucker holds her shoulders. "He's gotten a little older in just the year they've been here. He looks like a three or four-year-old." Tucker says as Sam shakes her head. "We should've seen the signs." Sam says as Tucker shakes his head. "We couldn't have known." Tucker says as John stands up. "I want you two to hear this and listen well. My nephew and Niece don't want you two beating yourselves up over what's happened. You're here now, you're doing your best to help. And as far as his age is concerned, I've had a chat with Chronos about it, the spell will eventually dissipate as Danny gets safer and safer. He's already 6 or 8 since finding Hood and the bats." John says as the two young adults look hopeful. Thank the Ancients. 

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[wintergojo]

dkahkdhakdha imagine dadgojo and his little dumpling on the hunt/search of chocolate eggs scattered and hidden around the house while wearing little bunny ears and carrying a little basket! the entire scene being so adorable and funny kdjhakdhakd. Gojo tried to eat one but the little one scolded him because they can't eat until they find them all. gojo helping him reach the ones hidden on high places while S/o is enjoying the view and snaping pics of this wholesome moment :')

anon this was such a cute idea ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) tho i’m really really really sorry it took me so long to respond and it’s not even easter month anymore 😭😭😭

"yuweka!!"

your toddler's squeals echoed throughout your down floor bathroom as he found the sixth easter egg you and your husband had hidden around the house. you capture the moment with your phone, smiling tenderly at how your baby adorably mispronounces 'eureka' every time he spots a small oval-shaped object.

"dada, lookie!" your son effortlessly raises his light blue basket full of the medium-sized chocolate eggs he had already found. the said eggs made by you and satoru after tucking seishiro into sleep last night had a tempered chocolate as the outermost layer, a lemon drizzle flavored sponge cake as the inner layer, and a raspberry filling as the innermost layer. the whole egg was homemade and made with buckets of his parents’ love, except for its wrapper which was a variety of colorful patterned beeswax paper that you ordered from amazon japan (satoru refused to use colored aluminum foils as they weren't reusable).

the father, wearing his white and blue bunny ears, beams at his son before praising him for his efforts, "great job, dumpling! i wonder where the rest are? hmmm." the older man then comically looks up in contemplation as he holds his chin with his thumb and index finger.

seishiro lets out a giggle before toddling excitedly out of the bathroom, his cerulean eyes immediately scanning his surroundings like a predator hunting for a prey (in his case chocolate eggs).

it's cute. how your baby tries his very best to appear intimidating as he whips his head back and forth. yet with him holding that little basket you yourself crotched while wearing those white and purple fluffy bunny ears that match his hair, he just looks like a tiny kitten searching for a carrot.

your little boy was so excited for his second easter egg hunting that he managed to wake up fifteen minutes before seven a.m., throwing you and satoru off when he suddenly appeared screaming "eggies!!" while you were still setting up for his egg hunt. (you had to convince him to eat his breakfast first as your husband continued hiding the eggs.)

seishiro makes his way back to the living room, carefully climbing the marbled stairs with his short chubby legs while singing some gibberish cartoon theme and holding his father's hand. he lets go of the taller man's hand and runs straight towards the balcony as soon as he steps on the last case, tiptoeing to pull the glass door's lock down and sliding it to the right with his brute strength.

as the child snickers and runs outside, you and your husband look at each other with your mouths agape. you’re quite sure you were both thinking about the same thing. 'since when could our baby do that?' and 'do we have to toddler-proof the balcony?’

your balcony is a wide, L-shaped deck with 20-inch-tall glass balustrades on the edges covered with bushes of hydrangea and an L-shaped white outdoor couch positioned on the intersection. in front of the sofa was a matching 1.5-million-yen white boca de lobo lapiaz oval center table containing the hidden chocolate egg you hid with satoru earlier.

adjacent to the couch and to the side of the wall was a small infinity pool where the three of you occasionally swim, and an outdoor rattan lying bed your family rests in after a fun pool day.

you watch your baby whip his head all around his surroundings, platinum eyebrows adorably scrunched up as he walks towards the shrubs and crouches down to inspect them. you and satoru keep your distance from him, but still heavily on guard in case the toddler suddenly loses his balance and falls face down (you know the glass railings are more than sturdy and won’t shatter if that happens, but you’re both highly paranoid and unreasonable when it comes to seishiro’s safety).

“aw yew hiw, eggies?” you hear the toddler murmur while combing through the bushes, before he gets momentarily distracted by the fully bloomed pink hydrangea that came into his view.

your baby seemed to be deep in thought as he inspected the flower carefully, even putting his basket down at his side and muttering something to himself quietly. satoru asked his dumpling if he found hydrangea pretty, but seishiro was too immersed in touching the pink flower to even hear his father.

the toddler finally nods with resolution before using his two little hands to pluck the blossom and place it alongside his easter eggs. he looks at the both of you afterwards, standing up (but not before kissing the plant and apologizing to it) and running towards you while carrying his little basket.

your baby stands in front of you shyly, fiddling with the coral flower resting on the eggs as if he's hesitant to say something.

and you absolutely can't have that—seishiro thinking that he should not (or could not) voice out his concerns to his parents is a no-no.

so you and satoru automatically crouch down to his eye level, the white-haired sorcerer even lifting the child up to sit on his thigh.

"what's wrong, dumpling? hmm?" your husband asks while attempting to make eye contact with the boy. you, on the other hand, card your hand through your child’s locks on his forehead to keep his silky hair from blocking his eyes.

seishiro just snickers and sticks his tongue out at his father (who exaggeratingly gasped), before turning to you and meekly offering you the fully bloomed pink hydrangea. "pwetty fyowew fow pwetty mama!" he cheerfully declares as he stands up and presses a wet kiss full of adoration from his little heart on your cheek.

"ow ow ow ow dumpling, dada's hair! dada's hair!!"

your husband's dramatic cries were overpowered by your toddler's angelic laugh as he sat on his father's nape, pulling the older man's thick platinum hair to control wherever he wanted to go.

you continue taking pictures of their moment, zooming in fondly at your phone to look at the perfectly candid photograph of your baby boy gripping his father's hair with his eyes scrunched closed and mouth formed into a wide smile. said father below him had the same expression, although his face was contorted into something that looked awfully akin to pain (maybe he wasn't being dramatic after all).

seishiro is now on his second to the last egg, scouting the top of the kitchen shelves after finding three hidden at the top of his playroom cabinets. he probably got tired asking his older carbon copy "dada, can you wift seishi?" every time he thinks he spots something small oval-shaped object, so he asked to just sit on the back of his father's head the moment the three of you left the room.

“sowwy, dada.” the boy rubs satoru’s head with his chubby little hands and presses his lips onto the thick tufts of white hair. he then gives the chocolate egg he grabbed from one of the cupboards to his father who was currently holding the now tiny basket in his left hand.

just when your baby was about to go back to pulling his father's hair to maneuver out of the kitchen and look for the last egg, the sound of paper rustling immediately reached his ears. he looked down and saw his own father unwrapping the egg the boy had just given.

satoru was about to put the treat in his mouth when a pair of small soft hands suddenly covered his open mouth and a cheeky giggle was released, prompting your husband to look up and attempt to speak through a muffled voice.

“dada… can’t eat seishi’s eggies… untiw we find… ow eggies!” your baby eloquently says, astonishing both you and your husband (most especially your husband, who didn’t even notice that seishiro had already grabbed the treat from his fingers and handed it to you instead).

satoru then suddenly lifts seishiro off his nape and sits him on the countertop while you slowly walk towards them.

"since when could you speak so well, huh, dumpling? since when?" your husband starts attacking the boy with neck kisses, making seishiro laugh and squirm around while struggling to answer his father. you join in satoru’s kiss assault, blowing raspberry on your toddler's belly and wish for your precious baby to never grow up.

happy super late easter!!(?) hehe

navi

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day Two

“Let me do this for you.”

Sacrifice | Guilt | Caretaker turned Whumpee

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The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist

CW: presence of guns (no shots fired), blood mention, female whumper, gender-neutral whumpees

~1220 words

Lmk if I missed anything in the CWs, I’ll add it :)

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Caretaker dove through the open cell door and slammed their back against the wall, flattening themself and Whumpee out of sight just as an enemy soldier turned the corner, aiming her rifle sight down the hall only to find nothing but grey concrete walls and woefully unused cells. Soldier narrowed her eyes, looking up over her scope. She pressed the button on her radio. "Soldier reporting, I have ears on a possible bogey in their downstairs cellblock. Requesting backup, over."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker with a pleading look, and Caretaker gently removed their elbow from Whumpee's chest and signaled further into the cell, into the pitch black shadows under the bed; Their only hope at a hiding spot. Whumpee blanched and quickly shook their head. Caretaker gave them a stern look and pointed more bluntly at the bed, mouthing "Go. Now." 

Whumpee relented, quickly padding toward the bed, trying to match their own quiet footsteps with the agonizingly slow sounds of Soldier making her way down the hallway, slowly but surely cornering them. Whumpee made it most of the way before they realized that Caretaker wasn't following. They were waiting by the doorway. Setting themself up to be found.

Whumpee felt their heartbeat speed as they realized Caretaker’s plan; there was no way  Caretaker was getting captured just so they could escape; Not on Whumpee's watch.

They frantically waved at Caretaker until it grabbed their attention, and they gestured at Caretaker to get under the damn bed with them, or so help them, God. Caretaker finally relented when Whumpee stamped their foot on the ground like a toddler, still perfectly synced with Soldier's now much closer footsteps. Caretaker's mouth dropped open, incredulous, before they finally relented and sprinted past Whumpee, grabbing Whumpee's shirt and dragging them down under the bed with them, causing much more of a scuffle than they meant.

"We know you're here, Whumpee!" Soldier called idly as she methodically continued her advance, making sure to scan into every open cell as she passed. Her footsteps almost resembled a metronome, clicking away as they slowly became louder, closer, closer, closer. "Come out now and Whumper might even think about sparing your friends!" 

Even though they couldn't see her, the gleeful smile in Soldier's voice was undeniable. 

No matter how much Caretaker tried, they couldn’t get their body back far enough to be out of the light. It would be like a spotlight shining on them as soon as Soldier looked into the cell. Caretaker tried to climb out from under the bed, only to be forcefully grabbed by Whumpee and dragged back under again. “No. Stay here,” they demanded.

"I'm doing this." Caretaker hissed, praying they were being quiet enough that Soldier didn't hear. "You can't stop me. They can't get to you again, they'll break you for the information!" They could feel hot tears starting to form as their voice broke on the last word.

"What do you think they'll do to you if they can't find me?" Whumpee bit, similar tears remaining unfallen. "They need me alive, they don't need you."

Caretaker clenched their jaw so hard they thought it might break. "Just let me do this for you!" 

The sound echoed out, betraying their presence. Caretaker slapped their hands over their mouth eyes wide and breath held.

"Caretaker?" Soldier called, genuinely taken aback as her voice took on a mocking tone. She was so much closer than they'd realized practically outside the cell. "That you? Are you crying?"

Caretaker let out a small yelp of distress, then signaled to Whumpee to stay hidden one last time. Whumpee didn't hesitate to comply. They shoved themself into the small shadowed space under the bed as far as they could go as heavy footsteps could be heard coming up behind Soldier. The backup. Caretaker felt dizzy as they crawled out from under the bed, realizing just how impossible the situation had become.

“What’s the sitch?” Soldier Two huffed, breath heavy and unimpressed from the distance he’d just run to get to what looked like just an empty hallway.

“Perfect timing. Just found a rat cornered nice and pretty for us.” Soldier nodded toward the cell. “End of the line, Caretaker! Come on out now, no need to make this difficult!”

Caretaker had to take a few shaky breaths, checking back one last time that Whumpee was hidden. They stared at the doorway to the cell. The doorway to horrors unimaginable at Soldier and Whumpers’ hands. They could almost smell the stench of their own blood slowly drying around their broken body already, the sounds of chains clattering as they tugged against them, offering no give no matter how hard they pulled. The chains never gave…

Caretaker shook out their head. Better them than Whumpee. This was their choice. They tensely stepped out into the hallway with their hands up, trembling, glare dead fixed on Soldier.

“There they are!” Soldier drawled smugly, mockingly, as if they were old friends. She sidled up to them. “I was starting to think you’d make me come in there and drag you out myself.” She slammed the butt of her rifle into Caretaker’s head with a loud crack, and Caretaker crumpled to the ground, head almost smacking into the floor as Soldier wrenched their arms behind their back and cuffed them there. Caretaker couldn’t help but cry out at the sudden violence.

“Shut it, unless you want me to gag you as well.” Soldier commanded. “Might actually do you some good, I mean, can you believe I found this idiot because I heard them crying? Look, their eyes are still red!”

Soldier Two breathed a small laugh as he grabbed under Caretaker’s shoulders and hefted them back to their feet. “Gonna have a pretty bad time with us, then.”

Just as the soldiers were dragging Caretaker away, arms held by Soldier and flanked by Soldier Two, Soldier seemed to remember something and jolted to a stop. She turned around to address her backup. “Can you do one last sweep of the cellblock? Just to be sure, wouldn’t wanna miss anyone.” 

If Caretaker could have tensed up any more, they would have. Instead, they just stared straight ahead, praying to whatever gods would listen that Soldier Two wouldn’t find Whumpee.

Soldier Two sighed dramatically, as if methodically capturing and torturing all of Caretaker’s family was nothing more than a monotonous chore. He turned around and started heading down the hallway again.  “Fine. You can handle that one on your own?” He tossed the words over his shoulder almost as an afterthought, already knowing the answer.

Soldier smiled mischievously. She elbowed Caretaker in the spine, hard enough to make them stumble forward and almost faceplant again as they cried out in pain. They whirled around to demand what her problem was, only to be met with the downwind side of her rifle, pointed right at their chest. Caretaker stopped in their tracks. A low growl rumbled in their throat before they could stop it. They directed all their hatred, their fear, their pain, their betrayal, into a glare shot directly at Soldier’s stupid smug face, the one Caretaker would have punched right then if their hands weren’t bound. Soldier leered right back, a daring twinkle in her eye.

“I can handle them just fine.”

[titlemewickedwonderland]

The Manager (Ghost Fic) Chapter 7

Summary: The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

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Chapter 6

As the large group entered the carnival grounds, they were greeted by a grand entrance adorned with whimsical decorations. The air is filled with the enticing aroma of freshly popped popcorn, cotton candy, and sizzling hot dogs. Laughter and the sound of children's delight can be heard all around.

Strolling through the carnival, they encountered a myriad of attractions. There are classic rides like the Ferris wheel, spinning people high above the ground, offering breathtaking views of the entire carnival. The roller coasters race through thrilling loops and twists, eliciting screams and cheers from the brave riders.

Nearby, Ari found the enchanting carousel, its painted horses bobbing up and down to the melodies of a cheerful calliope and from Aurora's expression on her face, the short bubbly ghoulette wanted a turn immediately despite not being a child as she watched as children's laughter fills the air as they joyfully ride their favorite horses, parents proudly capturing these precious moments as they circled the safety gate.

Somewhere down the lane, the woman spotted various games of skill and chance, where you can try your hand at knocking down targets with a baseball, shooting hoops to win a prize, or popping balloons with darts which Dew and Phantom were betting on who could win the most from those kinds of games. Despite the rough start to the morning, the excitement builds as Ari and the ghouls watch the guests all around them as they compete with friends or family, cheering each other on and celebrating victories with gleeful shouts making the ghouls itch to try; she'd almost believe they've never been to a carnival before but the more she thought about it the more she realized...they probably hadn't or at least not in a very long time making her determined to salvage this day before they had to go perform.

"Let's keep looking around before we decide to go do anything; this place is huge."

Ari gently grabbed Mountain's arm who was standing by watching as a vibrant parade of street performers. Acrobats, jugglers, and magicians captivate the crowd with their astonishing tricks and stunts. She can't help but be amazed by their skills just as much as the peers; it had been such a long time since she'd gone to anything like this - not since she was a little girl.

But not only was this place huge and filled with delightful games to try their hands at Ari had to compel Rain and Aurora from the carnival's plentiful assortment of delicious treats and delicacies as they passed. From sugary funnel cakes dusted with powdered sugar to mouthwatering caramel apples and savory corn dogs, there's something to satisfy every craving she imagined and she knew these ghouls could pack one hell of a meal.

Finally pausing the group in a clear spot she examined their wide eyes and excited faces like toddlers having free range to their favorite toys and games, and well she couldn't help but smile too to see them so happy. Digging into her purse she grabbed a few envelopes handing each ghoul their own before holding up a finger.

"I already withdrew some cash from the ATM at the entrance while everybody was in line. You guys have $100 each to do as you please. Some of these games need tickets while others need actual money, so spend wisely; you can always go over there to that booth to buy more tickets if there is something you want to do that needs them as payment but until then here is this as well to help you along." she dug into her purse again and unraveled a roll up ring of red paper tickets and tore off 30 a piece of each of them.

"Ari~" Aurora clapped excitedly as she took them. "Thank you so much!" she smiled.

Ari returned it and nodded. "I know you guys don't have fun like kids very often so have at it. Just make sure to stay with the buddy system and call if you need anything. We have a few hours before we have to be on the road to the venue for sound check." she warned.

"You're the best!" the multi-ghoulette hugged her quickly before grabbing Cumulus and Cirrus by the arms to drag them away.

"I'm hitting the shooting game over there. You coming Phantom? I'll wipe your ass in a game." Swiss threw a thumb over his shoulder with a mischievous grin and Phantom returned it with a cocky one of his own.

"You wish, bitch. Bring it!" the pair walked off and Ari watched with amusement.

"If it's okay, I'm going to go grab a snack from one of the vendors! I don't think I've ever had a funnel cake before." Rain said biting his lip as he eyed the stand.

"Go have fun. Oh, and try those fried Oreos; they're pretty good too." Ari encouraged waving him off. Mountain ended up being dragged away by Rain as the water ghoul chatted his ear off about some sugary goodness.

That left Copia and Dewdrop with Ari. The former looked rather displeased and the latter bored as he stood with his arms crossed.

"What's that face for?" Ari sighed as she saw Copia staring down at the envelope of money and roll of tickets in his hand. But she already knew what he was going to say.

"This is a lot of money..."

"It is, but I don't mind. You pay more than enough to cover the balance." Ari replied before slanting a look at Dewdrop who was staring at the two with a look that screamed he was done with this topic.

"Copia...look." Ari sighed as she gently grabbed his arms; her face sincere and warm but resigned as she scanned his makeup-less face.

"I love you guys. And I promise I'm not breaking my bank account by spoiling you. I suppose my issue with your problem with me spending my money comes from a direction where someone dictated what I should use my money for. Your my friends and I want you guys to have fun; think outside the box and live a little every once in a while. I love the fact I can make the ghouls happy and hopefully make you happy too. Not just from my skill as a manager for you guys but as a friend. I feel as if you wrap yourself around work and tours that you've forgotten to have fun. When I took this job I promised you I would rather make memories and get to know you and the ghouls on a personal level - you guys are important to me and I want to make sure that you understand where I'm coming from so we don't have any more issue okay?" she searched his face as he said nothing for a long moment.

When she feared he may not say anything at all she finally noticed his shoulders slump and he nodded. "Si tesero. si. I understand." he finally replied and gave her a small smile before pulling her into a hug.

"Just don't think we want you to spend your time and money on us like this all the time."

Ari smiled hugging him back with a tight squeeze. "I won't do it all the time but this is what friends do for each other. And believe it or not...I don't have many." she peered up at him and he smiled slightly as he let her go.

"Alright then." he nodded before glancing up at one of the roller coasters.

The woman laughed a bit and nudged him. "Don't think I'm getting on one of those death traps. I'll mill around, maybe try my hand at getting Rain a goldfish or something." she chuckles. "Go enjoy yourself Papa."

He gave her a nod before heading away and the woman turned to Dewdrop with a raised brow. "What about you? What are you planning on doing?" she asked cocking her head before pointing over towards the stall Swiss and Phantom were gathering a crowd watching their competitive display.

"They seem like they are having some fun." she commented.

He watched her a long moment before he turned and pointed to the biggest attraction in the carnival - the Ferris wheel. She blinked at him before shrugging.

"Go on then."

"And leave you alone?" he snorted.

"I came here for you guys to enjoy yourself." Ari huffed playfully and plonked her butt onto a nearby bench behind them.

"You're part of this group, you deserve to have some fun too. Come on. It's boring to go on those things alone." Dew didn't wait for her reaction as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to her feet before heading for the ferris wheel line.

"Dew! I...I don't do heights." she hissed nervously looking up at the slowly turning wheel.

He smirked. "Scared?"

"Terrified." she wasn't even joking. Her hands were clammy and cold but she didn't miss the way Dewdrop seemed to sidle closer to her; his long guitarist fingers rubbing along the exposed skin of her wrist where he held it whether consciously or subconsciously at his gesture helped soothe her a little bit.

When it came time for them to board she gripped the railings so tightly her knuckles turned white and she stared down at her feet; a small whimper escaped her when the basket jolted upwards inch by inch when others went on below them.

"Hey, look. You are missing the best part." Dewdrop nudged her and she peeked an eye open at him to give him a glare.

"I rather not have a panic attack thank you very much I'm good staring at my feet." she hissed

The fire ghoul rolled his eyes at her and leaned back on the bench as he stared out at the view as they climbed higher in the sky. He could hear her muttering to herself; giving herself a pep talk to calm down - it kind of amused him seeing her so fragile for once and he found himself staring more at Ari than at the view.

And without thinking; he acted.

"Hey, Ari."

At the sound of his voice, the woman turned to look at him only to have a hand grip her jaw and pull her closer. Before she could even blink or take a breath she felt soft lips pressing against her own. Her eyes widened in shock when her brain slowly caught up with her to realize Dewdrop was kissing her.

It wasn't something she expected. Wasn't something she imagine ever to happen but her body reacted and her eyes slid closed of their own accord and she leaned into him; her fingers leaving the railing in favor of gripping his T-shirt to pull him closer until suddenly she lay on her back with him hovering over her.

The kiss had started innocently enough. Just a press of lips against each other but something sparked the longer the contact lasted and before she knew it his lips parted; guiding her own to do the same until she felt the wet glide of his tongue sliding into her mouth to meet her own tentative one. One long kiss turned into two and from there, her mind went hazy as her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him closer as his mouth moved against hers.

She didn't even register that she was high up in the sky right now in a metal bucket overlooking the view of the carnival as she felt her body heat up whether from her own reaction to the kiss or from Dewdrop's inhuman body heat as he pressed closer; his entire body - lean but strong pinned her down to the cushion of the bench as his lips tore from hers to trail along her jawline making her breath hitch as she felt him place wet open mouth kisses along her neck; his fingers leaving the grip they had on her waist to yank down the collar of her turtle neck sweater to give him more access to her pale skin.

"D-Dew..." she gripped the back of his shirt with trembling fingers.

The sound of her voice seemed to pull them both from the haze of whatever the hell this was and the man pulled back to look down at her; his blue eyes - so human unlike the orange glow of hellfire she was used to stared down at her with a look that was foggy and unfocused; she probably didn't look any better either as she stared back up at him with glassy half lidded eyes.

"Fuck." he cursed as he pulled himself from above her leaving her suddenly cold from the lack of his body's warmth as he took his place on the farthest side of the bench away from her and running his fingers through his long hair.

"Shit Ari. I'm sorry...I just..." he cleared his throat watching as she slowly got up off her back and pulled her shirt that had ridden up from his roaming hands back down to cover herself and fixed her hair.

"It's okay..." she swallowed looking away from him and out the window realizing they were descending back to the ground.

The cabin was filled with awkwardness as it finally stopped moving and the door opened to reveal the attendant who allowed them off the ferris wheel. Ari didn't look at anybody; afraid that if she did they'd be able to tell right away what had happened up there; but what had really happened? What was that all about anyway? She couldn't wrap her head around it.

When they got off; feet firmly planted on the ground once more a flood of relief rushed through her when she spotted Cumulus and Cirrus back at the spot they'd split up at and without a word rushed towards them with quick steps feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"Hey, enjoying the fair?" she asked trying to put a smile on her face.

"Definitely! Want some?" Cirrus held out a stick of cotton candy she and Cumulus were sharing.

"Oh, thanks!" Ari grabbed a chunk of the fluffy candy floss and popped it into her mouth; sighing when it melted on her tongue with its sugary taste.

"Man it's been so long since I've had this stuff." she pulled off another small chunk; nibbling on it idly with her teeth as she caught the sight of Dew passing to join Mountain and Rain who were at the goldfish stand as the Earth Ghoul tried to win his packmate a little friend.

"What's that look for honey?" Cumulus touched Ari's shoulder making her jump in surprise not realizing she'd been staring so hard.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine!" the smile on her face was fake as fuck and she knew the women didn't buy it.

Seemingly understanding something the ghoulette's pulled Ari away from the earshot of their packmates and headed for a little merch stall to browse some cute items.

"What happened? Did Dew say something? We saw you guys get off the Ferris wheel together." Cumulus murmured as she browsed through some T-shirts.

"Dew kissed me." the manager blurted out causing the others to turn their heads so hard she was afraid they'd snap their spines.

"He did what?!" Cirrus gaped.

Ari covered her face with her hands and let out a shuddered breath. "Dew...kissed me." her gaze met the others as she lifted a hand to touch her lips as realization dawned on her face.

"And I think...I think I like it."

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Chapter 8