#I am very tired but I am also having thoughts so let's hope I wake up tmr and this is still coherent

[secnghwa]

i might not be small but i still have a lot of pent up anger

[watermelonlovershigh]

Midnight Lovin' (SMUT)

AN: i had this thought and wanted to write about it. it was going to be short and sweet but i got carried away like usually. so i hope you enjoy. oh also, i know the title says midnight but in the story i wrote its 3 am. so lets pretend they correlate together and match.

This story contains: sex while barley awake (half asleep), slow sex

{ dad!harry - dilf!harry (kids 3-16) - husband!harry - married for 20 years }

word count: 1627

Harry rolls on top of you in the middle of the night and whilst keeping both your eyes closed, you end up having very slow, half asleep sex.

Being married to someone for just over twenty years has its perks. You know just about everything there is to know about each other. You're very comfortable around each, no matter the awkward situation. You understand and are aware of the others boundaries. But best of all, you have years of memories together and five wonderful children you created with the love you share for one another.

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Yesterday was a long day of cleaning up after the kids while Harry met with some people that will be over his upcoming tour. By the time you got into bed together, you both past out from exhaustion.

Now it's currently three a.m. and Harry is awoken with a craving for you. But Harry isn't like, fully awake, perse. He's more so in that state of half asleep - half awake where he's aware of his thoughts and feelings but his eyes are still shut and his body is lagging to move at any quick rate.

Harry doesn't really want to wake you either, knowing how tired you are and how peaceful you look sleeping beside him. But he'll never be able to fall fully asleep until he can get his boner to go down. So the only logical thing to do is to roll on top of your body and just slide his cock in your cunt while you're asleep.

He's aware some would find problems with that but its one of the many things Harry's grown to learn is okay in your marriage as far as boundaries go. Plus, it's not like you'd say asleep during the sex. You'd wake up just enough to know what he's doing and consent to it. And it's also not like this hasn't happened before because it has. Sometimes by you waking up horny and crawling on top of Harry to ride his cock in the middle of the night, and sometimes by Harry, crawling on top your body and fucking you in missionary.

Firstly, Harry kicks off his tight fitting boxers and spits in his hand. Then he reaches under the heavy duvet and takes his slick hand, grabbing a hold of his throbbing dick, tugging and stroking it a few times to get it ready for you. When he decides he's done enough, Harry carefully slides over to your relaxed body, which is on its back, and crawls on top of you. He's careful not to add too much weight on you for now and supports his body with his arms and legs.

Gently, Harry allows his body to come down and meet yours. You have a shirt on and some cotton panties but you won't for long. When his body lays on top of yours, you don't even budge honestly. You're so used to Harry crawling on top of you in the night that this feels normal and comfortable so far.

Harry loops his fingers into the band of your underwear and blindly slides them down your legs, exposing your pussy to your husband. After your underwear is below your knees, he takes his hands and spreads your legs further apart. Then Harry double checks to make sure his cock is nice and lubricated because he knows you aren't wet right now and he'd never fuck you dry.

When he feels just how slick and slimy his dick is, Harry blindly positions it at your entrance. In addition to all the perks of being married for twenty years mentioned earlier, knowing your body in the dark is another one for Harry. The tip of his cock slowly starts to glide into your tight walls and this allows him to lay his head on your shoulder and tuck his face into your warm and familiar neck.

Just like Harry thought, you don't stay asleep for too much longer with the feeling of girth stretching your pussy out below the covers. Your eyes shoot open in the dark of the room and you feel something heavy on your chest. That's when you release what's happening and let out a deep sign of relief.

Still a bit disoriented from abruptly waking up, you mutter in a scratching voice, "What.... what'r you doing, babe?"

"Shhh," Harry whispers in your ear with his eyes closed, "woke up with a hard-on and needed some loving from m'wife. That okay? We can go slow since we're both so tired and all."

"Mhm, its okay," you respond back and continue to ask, "but can I take my shirt off? Wanna feel your skin on mine. Miss our intimate time and if that means sleepy sex in the middle of the night, then so be it."

Harry raises up on your body, making sure his dick stays deep inside you, and helps you sit up to remove your sleep shirt. Once off, you toss it on the floor and kick off your panties until they're lost in the blankets by your feet. Then you lay back down on the mattress and Harry soon follows, laying back on top your chest. But now he can feel your heavy boobs press into his skin and signs at the warm feeling it brings him.

Situating his head on your shoulder with his arms wrapped under and around your upper back, knees bent by your hips, Harry questions quietly, "Ready, m'love?"

"Mhm." you answer sleepily and hug around your husbands body tight. Your arms around his back and your legs wrapped around his waist. Harry takes that as permission to start rocking his hips with yours and it makes you let out a gasp. "Oh fuck, babe." you whine in a whispered tone, not having a full voice at this early hour.

The whole situation felt so very intimate and you loved every second of it. The way your bodies are flushed to one another and how you could feel a thin layer of sweat start to glue your bodies together. The feeling of Harry's hot breath fanning over the skin of your neck. The heavy duvet on top your mushed bodies. It was almost too much but too much in the best way possible.

This goes on for a while. Normally sex between you and Harry has to be rushed and quick pace because as parents you don't have much time to do these activities like you once could. So maybe that's why you're trying to draw this out as long as possible. To hold off on coming and live in the moment for a while longer.

Eventually, you start grinding your hips upwards to meet Harry's public bone so that your clit can get some much needed attention. The first grind up and your body tenses with pleasure. The bed is rocking slightly from the slow but deep thrusting Harry is doing. Your nails begin to claw at the skin of his bare back, making him hiss. But you know he secretly loves it.

Harry's hold around your upper back gets tighter and under his closed eye lids are lite fireworks that are seconds away from setting off the explosion which will be his orgasm. All that can be heard in the bedroom is panted breaths coming from both of you combined and low moans and grunts escaping your mouths.

"Harry, I'm gonna come, alright. Feels too good." you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back on the pillow below you. The tip of his long cock nudges your g spot perfectly with how you're raising your hips up to grind on his. Legs still encased around Harry's hips, your feet digging into his naked ass cheeks.

"Ugh, yeah. Come f'me. M'gonna come too. You feel so good around my dick. Love you so much." Harry heaves, shoving his face as far as he can in your neck to hide his moans and to peck tiny kisses on your sweaty skin.

Suddenly, a euphoric feeling washes over you and your orgasm crashes down on your body. Your body shakes and spasms under Harry and you have to bite down on his shoulder to conceal your moans. Because you'd hate to have your eldest who's sixteen hear their parents making love at three thirty in the morning.

Harry isn't far behind you and his loaded cock shoots cum deep into your cervix. His hips slow down and rather than thrusting, they gradually just press into your hips, rutting back and forth slightly, creating added pressure to your clit and extending your release.

When your highs go down, you're both left breathless under the covers on your bed. Bodies glued to each others and heads fuzzy from the orgasms and from sleep creeping back into your bodies. Slowly, your heart rates start getting back to normal and your muscles begin to relax. Harry's cock stays buried deep inside you to prevent his cum from dirtying the sheets.

Then breaking the silence, Harry coos with a deep, exhaustion filled voice, "Thank you for letting me do this."

You take the hand you had splayed on his back and run your fingers through his sweaty, disheveled curls and respond in an equally tired voice, "Any time, babe. Missed this between us. Missed the unrushed, slow, and intimate sex we used to have before our five kids came along."

Harry lifts his head off your shoulder and places soft kisses over your cheeks until he finds your lips. You deepen the kiss and allow your tongues to meld together. But eventually, you break the kiss apart and Harry relaxes back on top of your body and you both allow sleep to take over your minds. His soft cock stays inside your cunt for the remainder of the morning hours and you know you'll have to take a shower first thing in the morning.

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[bukojuiice]

— genshin boys as your college roommates who are head over heels in love with you

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader

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CHILDE:

– You and Childe are the perfect embodiment of the best friends to roommates trope. Whenever you wanna sleep in for 5 minutes more and you’re about to run late for your first class, Childe never fails to slowly drag you out of your bed, laughing as he does so. “Wake up sunshine!” is the first thing you always hear in the morning and you don’t complain if you get to hear his smexy voice anyway. He is a confident flirt and is not afraid to show you how much he cares or how much he pines over you. 

–  He’s always always there to save the day. There was a time when your classmates stood you up on the group project you were making, and guess who comes up to you with glitter, glue, and colored paper? Childe, of course! He stayed up until the wee hours of the night with you just so he can help you finish it. He even promises to set things in a “very civil way” with your absolute jerk groupmates the very next day. You practically hang out with him 24/7 as most of the time he just barges in your shared apartment with some amusement park tickets on hand or to some expensive yoga or judo class. There’s never a dull moment with him and with each passing day, the more you fall harder for him.

–  After a morning jog with him and seeing cute little dogs frolicking around with their married owners, Childe suddenly had the urge to adopt a dog with you.  But, due to a no pets rules established by the landlord, the two of you opt to owning hamsters instead! Childe named his hamster, narwhal (after his favorite animal of course!) whereas you named yours bunny, to match his irrelevant pet name picking. your hamsters both share the same house/cage and even they are pining over each other.

  –  His siblings visit a lot, especially Teucer. At this point, there was never a day the little boy didn’t ask when are you and Childe going to finally become “playground playmates” (a term for lovers that they use in second grade apparently) since the two of you are living with each other and seem so close. Childe is always able to successfully change the topic and shift away from talking about the shared feelings that the both of you have for each other. But, alas, the day had finally came to be and during your monthly trip to the amusement park, Childe confidently confesses to you on top of the ferris wheel.

“So... everyone in my life knows that you’re my best friend. Yea, that’s pretty cool and all but... Can we be more than just that (Y/N)? Is there hope if I think there could be something between us?”

DILUC:

– Diluc is your posh and rich roommate who sounds and looks too good to be true. The fact that you’re roomies with the literal heir to the country’s biggest wine and beverage company sounds like something straight out of a fanfic. But, it was of his volition to decide to live in a penthouse near Teyvat University. It was the doings of his step-brother Kaeya who tricked him into getting a roommate so that he won’t be alone for the rest of his college years... aaand that’s where you come in. practically barged into his life, but, you were a blessing. an angel sent from the skies.

–  He’s quite cold and unapproachable at first, only greeting you whenever he sees you but never bothered to engage in small talk with you. Even if the both of you go to the same university. It wasn’t until your second month as roommates, when you accidentally had too much to drink after a friends’ night out. You come home to see him in the living room, drinking grape juice from a wine glass, and watching a rerun of Hannah Montana. You practically collapse at the front door, he rushes to you and helps you up as you drunkenly confess to him in tears how you wanted to become much closer to him especially since the  two of you are going to spend the rest of your college years together. That was when Diluc realized how distant and aloof he’s been and vows to make it up to you.

– Diluc is very talented. Albeit in very discreet way, he makes sure to make use of his talents especially if it’s an opportunity to make memories with you. He is an amazing cook as much as he tries to deny it, He’s a secret virtuoso caught in 4k when you impulsively bought a guitar one time and you asked if he knows how to play, and he does so well. He practically serenades you in the most non-obvious way possible. Lastly, He’s very athletic. You invited him to play tennis one time, betting that if he won, you would do his bidding for the rest of the week. Before you could even blink, he wins. His “punishment” for you was that you accompany him in binge-watching TV Dramas. Grey’s Anatomy and Downtown Abby are just some of the shows the two of you would watch. It is absolutely adorable seeing him so invested in these dramas. and since the next on Diluc’s list were sit-coms, you were preparing yourself to answer his questions on the context of jokes that he didn’t get. In a poor attempt to flirt with you, he calls out your name and recites in the most Joey Tribbiani voice he could muster, “How you doin?” You were laughing so so hard that night because his pick up line actually worked on you and suddenly your realizations came full circle: you were very much in love with him too.

–  His naturally cool yet shy nature had always gotten the best of him.  He’s always wanted to ask if you wanted to carpool with him to school. Riding with him in his Tesla sportscar that goes 150 Mph? Heck yeah. However, it took quite a while before he could muster up the courage to ask you (4 months of being roommates until he finally popped the question) Since then, the two of you go home to and from University whenever you had similar schedules. Ever since then, Diluc had began to soften. His cold and hard facade slowly melted. Asking if you could help tie his floofy red hair then he’d let you play with it and let you style it in different ways. He takes you out on café dates during lunch breaks and take you out to watch a movie after both of your late night lectures. Everyone in campus thinks the two of you are practically together at this point. All that was left was to bare your feelings with one another through a fumbling and awkward confession.

“Words cannot not suffice these feelings I’ve been harboring for you since the very beginning. I L-like you a lot. Do you feel the same way too?”

KAEYA:

- Everyone loves Kaeya. Your friends and family, The School Faculty, The owner of the Convenience Store from down the street, The old lady who lives next door, The little kids from down the hall, and even the angry brown poodles from the farthest apartment to your right absolutely loved him. it was hard to keep up with having a roommate that not only were you crushing so hard on, but also had such a vibrant social life. Kaeya interacts and socializes with a lot of people and he admits that it does tend to get tiring at times. But, if these sacrifices lead to coming home to his cute roommate who has captivated his heart since Day 1, then it’s all worth it.

— Despite how warm and friendly he may seem, Kaeya is a very private person. He’s brought two or three friends like Jean, Lisa, Albedo, or Rosaria. But, only to discuss school affairs. He wasn’t the kind of person who trusts others easily, even if he was giving off the impression that he was a trustworthy and reliable person himself. He’d much rather spend time with you on days off from school. He may be a party guy on the outside (he insists he does it for future connections when he graduates) but he’s quite a homebody. Kaeya is the type to watch korean dramas and anime with you, go on late night convenience store cravings, and these always resulted in a perfect evening spent with him. When the both of you are fully immersed into the anime and things get a bit cozy, you rest your head on his shoulder, huddling for warmth.

— Kaeya would always come home with a little something for you. May it be take-out food, A trinket, a board game, an accessory, and even skincare products. The indigo-haired man is very particular about self-care and you bet that he’s bought different kinds of face masks, ointments, and even matching cute headbands just for the two of you! He’s very flamboyant and flirts with you a lot. Trying to impress you with pick up lines and suggestive jokes, but you always thought that he was just joking around because that was always a part of his personality. It was always a part of him. For Kaeya on the other hand, it seems to him that you don’t take him seriously and it's possible that you don’t return his feelings at all. He had to set things straight and it didn’t take long until Kaeya found the perfect opportunity to do so.

— With the help of practically everyone in the apartment, Kaeya is about to surprise you with a candle-lit dinner up on the apartment rooftop. His sly smooth-talking quickly convinced you that the both of you were just going to go out on your nightly convenience store trips. Your curiosity grows when he takes you by the hand, covering you with a blindfold, and whispering to your ear, “Do you trust me?” Gripping onto his hand tightly, the both of you go up some stairs and you reply, “Yes Kaeya, I do.” He slowly uncovers the shield from your eyes and your eyes sparkle at the sight of the candle-lit dinner, complete with jazz music, and a romantic view of the city.

“(Y/N)... You are the most precious person to me. I hope you can take me seriously, especially my feelings. I am saying this with my heart in my hand and with nothing but genuine love in my soul.”

ZHONGLI:

— Zhongli is truly husband material. You’re saying this as his friend, as his roommate, and as someone who’s absolutely smitten over him. He’s a third year environmental archaeology student at Teyvat University. Gentle, kind, and has nothing but wise and intelligent things to say. your lovestruck self can’t help but just admire him from afar, not knowing that he too has been entranced by you ever since you moved in.

—He's always the first to wake up in the morning. The first thing he does is make you a cup of coffee. He's got your favorite memorized, (Coffee with cream. Not to sweet and not too bitter.) The both of you own matching mugs, (written in colored scribbled letters, “The Wise Roommate” for Zhongli and “The Cute Roommate” for you.) He always wants to spend his free mornings with you. Both of you have different schedules so you never see each other at Campus and this was the only blissful time of the day you can spend with one another. Once you get home for dinner, (Zhongli is always the first to get home if he doesn’t stay too long at the library or strolling around the city) If it’s your turn to cook or if it’s his, he never forgets to brew you oolong tea after dinner. A perfect chance for the two of you to just talk the night away and engage in deep and meaningful conversations.

—Zhongli fell in love with you because you just quietly listen to him. Sometimes, you would share your thoughts and insights, even sharing your own personal knowledge that Zhongli had not known prior. You were one of the very few people in his life whom he could talk about absolutely anything with. Well, who wouldn’t listen to a handsome man who has a voice as smooth as butter? He is very passionate about his studies. Taking a lot of extra courses and spending a lot of money on his research. and so, most of the time, he spends all of his Mora on his extra studies (excluding the money he needs to pay for rent) and other interesting antiques. You understood why though. So, instead, you ask him to accompany you to do mundane chores. Going grocery shopping, doing the laundry and cleaning the apartment. He always helps in any way he can. The prying eyes of people around you and the old lady fr next door boldly coming up to you to ask if you and Zhongli were a married couple. You blush profusely whereas Zhongli coolly denies the woman's claims. It hurt quite a little but who were you to complain?

— It was during one of your night strolls with Zhongli. He had invited you out after dinner under the guise of wanting to have some fresh air and find a clear spot for the fireworks from a nearby festival. Your heart was thumping loudly to a non-existent rhythm, blissfully unaware that Zhongli was feeling a burst in his chest too. He clears his throat and his shoulders straighten. Zhongli puts his hand on your shoulder and breathes deeply. His cool and gentlemanly aura still radiating off of him as always. A wonderful array of colors fill the sky as his lips began to form the words he's always wanted to say:

"Tonight is beautiful isn't it? I thought that this would be the perfect time to open my heart up to you... You are a diamond in the rough that few see the beauty of. My beloved– Will you accept my feelings?

XIAO:

—  Having a popular twitch streamer as your roommate was a one in a million chance. Especially if you’re not even an influencer or internet figure yourself. But, how did this come to be? Why have you developed a crush on Xiao aka VigilantYaksha without knowing who he was? A gamer with over 6 million followers on different social media platforms? Simple, a high-end apartment near Teyvat University had a special discount if you were willing to be roommates with someone. It’s an amazing deal, near your school, cost-efficient, and you believed the 10% chance of scoring a hot roommate as seen on reality TV and romantic comedies. It was like rolling through a Gacha Game and getting a 5 star character. As that “character” is soon to be revealed as Xiao.

— Things started off rocky at first. On your first day, he flatly welcomed you by the door, introduced himself, then quickly retreated back to his room. As soon as you locked eyes with him, he gave off a certain cold and unfriendly aura. You wanted to get to know him better. Maybe with a little love and care, he could open up to you and you could become friends! That same day, you had mistakenly thought of your room as his and you walked in on him streaming a horror game. He wasn’t spooked by the jumpscares. But instead, he was looking at you in horror because you’ve just exposed yourself to thousands of people. You wave at the camera, apologize, and left. Since then, his fans, (called the Anemo Tofus) have been shipping the two of you together. Creating fanfiction and fanart of Xiao and the mysterious roommate that accidentally walked in on him. They practically begged Xiao to at least talk a little bit about you, to which, he declined. When you surprised him with dinner (as a little treat since this was your first week with him) He sits across the table from you, his eyes gazing deep into yours, as he pops the question, in a very tsundere tone: “Would you like to appear in my streams? T-the Anemo Tofus wanna learn more about you. B-but, if you don’t want to, it’s alright! You don’t have to-” You cut him off before he could continue his doubts, “Xiao! What are you saying? I’d love to!”

  —  There was something blossoming between the two of you after that particular dinner with him. Starting with your first “roommate video” that you had thought of when you were brainstorming for video ideas. It was an Almond and Mapo Tofu mukbang whilst the two of you answered questions from fans! The viewers noticed how visibly comfortable he was around you despite his usual reserved attitude. He was cracking up a lot more sarcastic and self-deprecating jokes whilst Tofu filled both of your mouths. Outside of the confines of social media and inside the comfortable space that was your apartment, you and Xiao grew closer. Wearing matching hoodies, going on midnight snack runs, playing in arcades, and stargazing with him up on the rooftop as you contemplate about life and talk about the mysteries of the universe. There were times when you would stay up late doing school works and would accidentally fall asleep on the sofa. Xiao would come out of room because he periodically had cases of insomnia. When he sees you on the sofa, he can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure and admire your beauty. First. he brings all your clutter back to your room then slowly picks you up from the couch, into his arms, and brings you back to your room. He places a blanket on top of you and your stuffed plushies next to you so you can hug them any time. 

— On a particular night, you fell asleep on the sofa once again and begun to  have recurring nightmares. Xiao was there to witness you whimpering, muttering to yourself, and shivering to a mental image that he could not see. (He wishes he could erase all the pain that these nightmares were giving you) You subconsciously grab onto his hand, murmuring to yourself: “Xiao, please don’t go.” He whispers back, “I won’t.” Your nerves slowly relax when you feel the Yaksha squeezing himself to lie next to you on the couch. Holding onto your arm, he continues to reassure you that it was going to be okay. You grab onto him, hugging him from behind. He feels your heartbeat revert back to it’s normal pace and you return back to your peaceful slumber. “I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). I’ll be here to protect you. Forever and always.”  Turning to you to plant a kiss on your forehead, you nestle your head on Xiao’s chest. He watches as you cling to him for love and warmth until he is slowly whisked away by his weariness, rewarded with a peaceful sleep he hasn’t felt in a while.

“And they were roommates.”

[buckys-dollface]

Not your best friend [B.B.]

Pairing | avengers!bucky x avengers!fem!reader

Warnings | 18+ MDI, mutual pining, two idiots in love, friends to lovers, so many pet names, jealous!bucky, implied oral (f!receiving), bratty!reader kinda if you squint lol, sexual tension

Summary | You’re about to leave for a trip out of the state when things become clear of where Bucky stands in your life.

A/N | hiya! I hope you guys enjoy my return to writing. I have missed it! Let me know if you want a follow up to this, and requests are open, so if you have a request, send it to my ask box. Please don't copy, rewrite, repost, or translate my work. No permission is given to use works in any capacity, even with credit. I do appreciate likes, feedbacks and reblogs, though! Thanks!

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It was evident to everyone else. It always is. In meet-cute situations like these, boy meets girl, boy and girl are both stupidly and ridiculously in love with each other, but won’t believe the simple fact that they were made for each other. Nat, Sam, and Tony had bets when you and Bucky were finally going to give in and confess your suppressed feelings to each other. Sam constantly spurs Steve to join in, but he claims, “that’s not right, Sam leave them alone,” or something of that nature. Steve does want Bucky to be happy, desperately so. It seems as time goes on, though, he worries Bucky won’t get what he so ultimately longs for, which is you, of course. The simple fact blinds both you and Bucky that you were best friends, and that’s where it ends. Right?

You were packing to go away for a long weekend; a vacation was much deserved after kicking ass an Avenger consistently for months. Being an Avenger was very rewarding but also very tiring. You asked Tony if it was okay if you could go home for the weekend and spend it with your best friend. His birthday was next weekend, and if it was in your power, you weren’t going to miss it with him.

“Best friend? I thought Barnes was your best friend?” Tony remarked as a sly smirk crossed his features. You rolled your eyes.

“Barnes is something.” You stated plainly, arms crossed as you analyzed Tony’s mischief. It was never simple with him. Always a pain in the ass.

“Something? What? Like a lover?”

“God, you are impossible.” You scoffed.

“Something you and Miss. Potts can agree on.” Tony chuckled, thinking of his blonde girlfriend. Unlike him, though, you had enough of his charade. You weren’t stupid. The whole team went googly-eyed over the thought of you and Bucky together, but it was never going to happen.

“He’s more like a friend. So can I leave next weekend or what?

“Deflection doesn’t like good on you but yes you can.” With a huff and a slam of a door, you left Tony and his obnoxious giggling.

A knock of the door brings you back to your current state of preparing to leave to go to Asheville. “Come in!”

You knew you had to pack tonight if you wanted to make your early flight in the morning. 5 am comes early, and there wasn’t enough espresso in the world to wake you up at that ungodly hour. You continued to fold clothes in your duffel bag and gather an outfit for in the morning to slip into comfortably.

“Hiya, doll.” Bucky greeted with a soft smile on his face as he glanced down at your suitcase.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” He asked as he pointed at your nearly full duffel bag. Oh shit, you forgot to tell Bucky. Fear flashed over your eyes as it settled into your features. That’s not possible; you must have told him, right? With the confusion twinging in Bucky’s face, the answer was apparent.

“Stevie mentioned you were leaving for the weekend in the hallway, but I found it strange you didn’t tell me.” His voice was gruff. Bucky took a few steps towards you, sitting his glass of whiskey on your desk. You felt breathless. Your heart was thumping against your chest like a drum. Words. Words you were supposed to use to communicate wouldn’t leave your mouth as much as you needed them to. You felt like soft clay, and with Bucky eyeing you down at getting closer. Almost too close. This feeling disrupted your senses in a way that almost felt right.

“Cat got your tongue? Not going to keep all the secrets for yourself, are ya?” His calloused thumb caressed your jaw, and you leaned into his touch, feeling your eyes close as you breathed him in—bergamot, sage, and leather. So deliciously him.

“Where ya goin’ babydoll?” Bucky whispered, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you and there was no use it fighting it. Hook, line, and sinker.

You took a deep breath and began to speak, realizing if you talked too loud, your voice would squeak. “Home. It’s my best friend’s birthday. I want to go see hi-him.” Your stutter was getting the rest of your sentence out. You squeezed your eyes in embarrassment and frustration.

“Ah that’s funny. My birthday isn’t for a couple of months.”

You realized you needed to take back this conversation, the lack of control made you feral. The sight of Bucky towering you, having his lips mere inches from yours. It made you weak in the knees and your lace panties soaked from arousal. It’s like he was toying with you. Well, two can play that game, sweetheart.

You breathed in the last bit of willpower you had and patted him on the shoulder. You look up at him dead in the eyes, and it’s as if a switch flipped. Bucky realized he might have won the battle but lost the war.

“You’re right. It’s not. I’m going to see my best friend in North Carolina. It’s his birthday, and I haven’t seen him in months.” You made sure to put the emphasis where it should be to get it through the super solider's head. Oh, Bucky didn’t like that answer.

His eyes widened like saucers as a smirk began to grace his face. He noticed his eyebrows raise and he chuckled at the mere thought. How cute, you’re trying to rile him up. He noticed you resumed folding your clothes and backed your luggage by the door for your weekend away. Like the last ten minutes, you never happened. Sure, whatever.

“I don’t like this idea, doll. You meeting this guy in a different state? Have I ever met him? Has any of the rest of the team?” Bucky continued his interrogation. He wasn't going to let you slip away so easily.

“No, but to be frank I don’t need your permission, Dad or does the rest of the team need to meet this guy. I’ve known him longer than all of you.” He rolled his eyes at your blatant disregard for your safety, as well as the blatant disregard you were having for the obvious sexual tension in the room just a moment ago.

“You’re being overzealous, Buck. You act like this guy is some stranger I met off the internet.” Now, you just wanted to toy with him. You liked this side of Bucky, he was definitely jealous. He wouldn’t be hounding you with these mindless concerns if he wasn’t.

“Well he may as well be if I’ve never met him, “ Bucky insisted. He walked back towards your desk and grabbed his glass of whiskey, and noticed a photo with you and a man he didn’t recognize. “This him?”

You glanced up from your bed and looked at the framed photo of you and your guy best friend at your college graduation. You nodded your head with a small smile of your face, reminiscing on the joyous memories the two of you had shared together. You two had been friends for ten years and had been through hell and back together, it seemed.

Bucky analyzed the photo. You looked so content and calm in his presence. He noticed it was your graduation day, seeing you decked out in a cap and gown. He looked so proud of you, probably as proud as Bucky felt to know you. “So this punk is your best friend and not me?” He asked again waving the frame. You laughed and nodded your head again, “Sorry, Buck.”

Bucky nodded his head in response and took a sip of whiskey contemplating where to go from here. A muttered huh slipped from his lips as he gazed about your figure; he didn’t want to be your friend anymore, especially if you were about to go away for a weekend to your best friend for his birthday. He might get his status upgrade to boyfriend, while it seems Bucky had his relationship status wrong with you from the beginning. You needed to know that he wasn’t worth it, dollface. You needed to see the bigger picture.

“If I’m not you’re best friend, what am I, sweetheart?” His voice rang like triumphs. You took a pause and felt your heart stutter to a stop. His words echoed in your ears as if those were the only words you’ve ever heard or ever needed. You knew what Bucky was to you. He was your friend, confidant, but to you, that was all it felt like he would be. He was Bucky Barnes. Beefy brooding super solider. He would never be into you; he would only see you as the same.

You snickered with the thought of this actually going anywhere more, like it almost did 10 minutes ago. A ruined fantasy suppressed by your fear. Fear of the unknown. "See- if I told ya I would have to kill ya." You muttered as you glanced up from your computer screen. Your keys stalled their clicking sounds. Your doe eyes glistened as his stare cut through your soul like a knife.

"Chance I'm willin’ to take, " Bucky retorted with as his took another sip of whiskey. There was that gruff voice again. The amber liquor burned his throat, much like this conversation began to burn your core. The temptations and suspension loomed over your head like a storm cloud ready to pour down on you both.

You removed yourself from your bed, the comfort of your sheets leaving your sides. You began to stride over to Bucky, still sitting at your desk. The lowlight highlighting his best features. His stubbly chin, his steely blue eyes, his massive biceps. His gaze followed yours at every steps, never faltering while he drank you in. "You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

He shook his head, “Not over my dead body.”

You see him rise to his feet as the shadows of your silhouettes danced across the wall. Your bodies were mere inches from each other once again. It almost seemed as if the two of you were at a stalemate. Neither one ever determined to break, staying stuck in the viciously swirling cycle of sexual tension and what if’s forever.

God, it was agonizing! Especially when he looked at you like that. Like as if you were his whole world. He needed to know. Once. He needed to understand that you didn’t want to be friends and that you wouldn’t mind if he thought of you as his everything because you have had those thoughts in passing the time or two. Your never-ending eye contact was broken at last as you shifted. Now or never. You brought your lips to his ear, your hands gracing his chiseled chest as you began to press into his masculine figure.

"You're the person I want to fuck me into the mattress until I see stars. Up for the challenge, Barnes? Your tone is seductive and dripping with lust. Your hot breath made him shiver as his cock twitched at the filth leaving your mouth. Definitely a sentence not mentioned for your friend. Your teeth tugged on his ear, and you could have sworn you heard a moan escape from his perfectly parted lips. Your head slowly moves to face him again. When your eyes open, you see him caressing your face, his callous thumb smoothing over your jaw once again.

“Let me give you a going away present, doll? I have been dreaming of a taste of you.” You heard him rasp and all you could do was whimper. You may put on a big show and act all bad, but after all this buildup, you were ready to melt in a puddle—all for Bucky Barnes.

“Please, Bucky.” You begged as your hips started to rut into his hardened cock. Oh, you were gone. Bucky chuckled at your actions, you were so adorable, “My needy baby.” He sucked bruises that began to blossom against your skin. He wanted to mark up and unwrap you like his favorite little present. He’s been waiting long enough, doll.

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”

And if Bucky Barnes was anything, he was true to his word.

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𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

‘  i’ll  find  you  again ,  wherever  we  end  up  next .  ’

‘  the  enormity  of  my  desire  disgusts  me .  ’

‘  please ,  one  more  kiss  in  the  kitchen  before  we  turn  the  lights  off .  ’

‘  i’ve  been  lost  but  i’m  here  now .  you’re  the  only  person  who  has  ever  been  able  to  find  me .  ’

‘  almost  dead  yesterday ,  maybe  dead  tomorrow ,  but  alive ,  gloriously  alive ,  today .  ’

‘  you  are  not  broken .  ’

‘  you  can  love  and  be  loved ,  despite  what  may  feel  like  the  eternally  brutal  nature  of  the  world .  ’

‘  i  did  violence  to  my  own  heart .  ’

‘  will  i  be  forgiven  for  the  sins  i  did  not  commit ,  but  created ?  ’

‘  i  would  never  kiss  anyone  who  doesn’t  burn  me  like  the  sun .  ’

‘  i  would  rather  break  the  world  than  lose  you .  ’

‘  i  think  you  and  i  have  known  each  other  in  a  few  lifetimes .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  know .  i  had  no  idea  how  greedy  my  heart  really  was .  ’

‘  is  that  why  the  idea  of  losing  you  torments  me  so  much ?  ’

‘  how  long  have  i  been  without  you ?  ’

‘  am  i  foolish  for  wanting  this ?  it  will  end  in  flames .  it  always  does .  ’

‘  sorry  about  the  blood  in  your  mouth .  i  wish  it  was  mine .  ’

‘  if  i  love  you ,  is  that  a  fact  or  a  weapon ?  ’

‘  tell  me  how  all  this ,  and  love  too ,  will  ruin  us .  ’

‘  and  you  realize  the  one  person  in  the  world  who  loves  you  isn’t  the  one  you  thought  it  would  be .  ’

‘  it  cannot  be  a  mistake  to  have  cared .  it  cannot  be  an  error  to  have  tried .  it  cannot  be  incorrect  to  have  loved .  ’

‘  finally ,  i  plead  guilty  of  adoring  you .  ’

‘  a  child  weaned  on  poison  considers  harm  a  comfort .  ’

‘  without  realizing ,  i  find  it  in  myself  that  i  cannot  stop  thinking  about  you .  ’

‘  tomorrow ,  when  i  wake  up ,  i  promise ,  i  will  be  better .  ’

‘  someone  has  to  leave  first .  this  is  a  very  old  story .  there  is  no  other  version  of  this  story .  ’

‘  when  i  imagine  myself ,  i  am  always  leaving .  i  couldn’t  draw  my  own  face  if  god  asked .  ’

‘  do  we  simply  stare  at  what’s  horrible  and  forgive  it ?  ’

‘  i  wanted  to  let  go  of  the  pain  even  though  it  was  the  last  thing  that  felt  alive  from  you .  ’

‘  have  i  endured  loneliness  with  grace ?  ’

‘  i’ll  be  your  slaughterhouse ,  your  killing  floor ,  your  morgue  and  final  resting ,  walking  around  with  this  bullet  inside  me  ‘cause  i  couldn’t  make  you  love  me  and  i  am  tired  of  pulling  your  teeth .  ’

‘  and  then  my  soul  saw  you  and  kind  of  went ,  ‘ oh ,  there  you  are .  i’ve  been  looking  for  you . ’  ’

‘  sometimes  it  feels  like  someone  else  is  wearing  my  body .  ’

‘  i  spent  my  life  arguing  how  i  mattered  until  it  didn’t  matter .  ’ 

‘  who  knew  my  haven  would  be  my  coffin ?  ’

‘  dead  is  the  safest  i’ve  ever  been .  ’

‘  i’ve  never  been  so  alive .  ’ 

‘  you  know  what  i  was  gonna  tell  you  before ,  but  didn’t  have  the  nerve ?  you  got  your  name  written  all  over  me .  i  got  my  name  written  on  you ,  too .  ’ 

‘  you  already  are  something .  you  always  were .  and  you  still  have  time  to  be .  ’

‘  you  know  me  by  heart .  it  infuriates  me  that  you  know  me  by  heart .  ’ 

‘  why  am  i  waiting  for  you ?  hungering  and  thirsting  for  you  in  every  cranny  of  my  soul  and  even  in  my  ribs ?  ’ 

‘  you  came  with  a  handful  of  pain  and  a  smile  which  broke  the  ground  under  my  feet  as  the  earthquake  does  when  two  people  meet .  ’

‘  the  only  good  thing  is  that  i’m  getting  used  to  suffering .  ’

‘  the  return  to  time  was  not  my  choice .  ’

‘  we  are  built  to  live  inside  each  other .  this  means  we  are  built  to  ruin .  ’

‘  time  does  not  bring  relief ;  you  all  have  lied .  ’

‘  time  does  not  know  how  to  keep  our  hopes  safe .  ’

‘  you  needed  me  so  much  that  you  had  to  end  me .  ’

‘  there  are  days  where  i  am  morbidly  in  love  with  you ,  and  this  is  one  of  those  days .  ’

‘  i  know  no  end  to  desiring  you .  ’

‘  i  fear  that  i  am  both  too  much  yet  not  enough .  ’

‘  yes ,  yes ,  yes ,  i  do  like  you .  i  am  afraid  to  say  the  stronger  word .  ’ 

‘  a  heart’s  a  heavy  burden .  ’

‘  life ,  as  i  see  it ,  is  all  about  farewells  rather  than  reunions .  ’

‘  heaven  is  real  and  you  only  had  two  minutes  to  prove  it  to  me .  ’

‘  it  was  already  love .  ’

‘  everyone  desires  love  but  also  finds  it  impossible  to  believe  that  they  deserve  it .  ’

‘  i’ll  love  you  until  i  forget  how  to .  ’

‘  i’ll  love  you  until  i  forget  how  to  and  then  i’ll  fall  like  my  knees  aren’t  already  bruised  from  doing  it  and  i’ll  remember  why  you’re  worth  the  ache .  ’

‘  of  course  i’ll  hurt  you .  of  course  you’ll  hurt  me .  of  course  we’ll  hurt  each  other .  but  this  is  the  very  condition  of  existence .  ’

‘  nothing  makes  me  sadder  and  nothing  makes  me  happier  than  you .  ’

‘  i  love  you  and  i  do  not  want  to  love  you ,  it  is  too  much  and  too  difficult .  ’

‘  grief  is  just  love  with  no  place  to  go .  ’

‘  i  felt  my  life  with  both  my  hands  to  see  if  it  was  there .  ’

‘  you  do  this ,  you  do .  you  take  the  things  you  love  and  you  tear  them  apart .  ’

‘  i  hope  it’s  love .  i’m  trying  really  hard  to  make  it  love .  ’

‘  if  you  touch  me  again  i  might  burn  up  in  the  cold  air .  ’

‘  i  asked  you  not  to  leave  several  times .  ’

‘  i’ve  only  adored  you  lifetimes  ago  and  here  we  are .  it’s  nice  to  see  you  again .  ’

‘  all  time  ever  does  is  pass  and  all  i  ever  do  is  remember .  ’

‘  i  feel  as  though  we  were  never  strangers ,  you  and  i ,  not  even  for  a  moment .  ’

‘  i’d  choose  you ;  in  a  hundred  different  lifetimes ,  in  a  hundred  worlds ,  in  any  version  of  reality ,  i’d  find  you  and  i’d  choose  you .  ’

‘  nothing  about  this  is  soft  but  we  pretend .  ’

‘  maybe  you  and  i  are  just  a  dream .  ’

‘  i  know  you  loved  me  too ,  you  knew  me ,  and  it  gladdens  my  heart .  ’

‘  i  promise  i  shall  never  give  up  and  that  i’ll  die  yelling  and  laughing .  ’

‘  i  don’t  do  anything  with  my  life  except  romanticize  and  decay  with  indecision .  ’

‘  the  world  was  made  so  that  we  could  find  each  other  in  it .  ’

‘  you  don’t  meet  the  people  you  love ,  you  recognize  them .  ’

‘  i  think  you  and  i  have  known  each  other  a  few  lifetimes .  ’

‘  this  body  knows  fear  like  a  front  porch  knows  welcome  --  it  is  always  coming  home .  ’

‘  i  miss  you  more  than  i  remember  you .  ’

‘  if  i  could  have  done  it  all  again ,  i  would  have  loved  you  better .  but  i  could  not  have  loved  you  more .  ’

‘  we  could  have  been  happy .  i  know  that ,  and  it  is  perhaps  the  hardest  thing  to  know .  ’

‘  you  want  a  better  story .  who  wouldn’t ?  ’

[suitk0via]

Hi, love the Bucky x Teacher series! Have they ever discussed kids of their own or will they?

Baby Fever

Pairing : Dad!Bucky x Reader

Word Count : 2.3k

Warnings : a little angsty + fluff

Synopsis : Bucky catches baby fever.

I got about three other anon requests just like this one! So, anon's I hope you enjoy. Apologies for any mistakes!

Teacher’s Favorite AU | Masterlist

Bucky had been a little odd recently.

You weren't exactly sure why, but you didn't question it really. He'd been sleeping in a lot more and generally seemed out of it. Naturally you pinned his behavior onto the fact he'd been working a bit more but it was beginning to worry you.

"James." You said in a very serious tone. Surprised he whipped his head around giving you a worried look. "M'not in trouble, am I?" He asked, looking up at you as you approached. He was spread out on the couch with his leg draped over the side - honestly he looked very comfortable. His blue eyes looked tired and he looked a little scruffier than usual.

Not that it mattered to you.

He was still your Bucky.

Putting your hands on his face you leaned down giving him a brief kiss. "I'm worried about you." You said honestly. He gave you a look like he wanted to argue but he knew better than to do that. You knew he was aware of his change in demeanor, but he didn't share the same worry as you.

"Oh. Sweetheart, I'm alright. I'm just tired."

Oh what an excuse.

It was hard to argue with that one, but you knew better. "James. You've been waking up at ten every morning for the past week, and you've barely had a conversation with me. That's not you just being tired. You're bothered by something." You said, no hint of malice in your tone. Letting out a gruff sigh he reached out pulling you down to lay on top of him. Of course you made no effort to pull away, only leaning further into him. His reaction only worried you more as you awaited his response.

"Is it something to do with Collin and Elaine?"

Bucky rolled his eyes viciously before groaning. "No. That's an entirely separate issue. Don't get me started." He said, slipping his hands underneath your shirt lightly scratching your back. Recently Elaine had been talking about a boy a little too much, and needless to say it made Bucky moody. He'd overheard her talking about Collin and how nice he was, and he walked around like a wounded puppy for the better part of the day.

He'd spent the rest of the night recounting all the times that she'd promised she'd never need a boy whenever she was little. As sweet as it was to see him be protective of her, it was also jarring to see him genuinely upset over the fact she was growing up so fast. The day she'd started seventh grade you thought you were going to have to scrape him off the floor of the building.

"If it's any consolation Collin is a sweet boy."

Bucky kissed your forehead with a sigh. "I'm sure he is. Doesn't mean I want him being buddy buddy with my baby girl." He said with a childish huff. Laughing you patted his cheek, returning to the main subject.

"Then what is it, Buck?" You asked quietly. His response was to hold onto you a little bit tighter, and you waited patiently.

He had trouble expressing himself sometimes, especially if he felt like he was being a burden. No matter how much you told him otherwise, he still would rather carry the weight himself. Resting your head against his chest you listened to him breathe for awhile, wishing you could just read his mind.

"What did you think about seeing Wanda's boys?"

The question was odd and you didn't quite catch the implication. Tommy and Billy were perhaps the cutest babies you'd ever seen. Just absolute dream children with their perfect little noses and bright eyes. Though it was quite the spectacle to watch Bucky fight back tears as he held the both of them.

"Oh, they're adorable. Why do you ask?" You looked up at him curiously. There was a little glimmer in his eyes you couldn't quite identify, and you tilted your head to the side. "I don't know..." He said, nervously reaching up to scratch his neck. You watched as his cheeks flushed and you nearly gasped at the sight. It wasn't often that he got all bashful, but when he did you cherished the sight of it.

"Bucky! You're blushing! Oh my god, what's wrong?" You laughed kissing him sweetly. His eyes looked everywhere but directly at you. There was an almost worried energy coming from him, and it was very out of character.

"I don't know...Elaine's making me feel old. She's not a baby anymore. Seeing Wanda's boys...just made me think a little bit."

Finally you felt like you were understanding the issue, but you weren't going to supply yourself with a false hope. "Think about what?" You asked, feigning some cluelessness. Shifting around he finally caught your eyes, most likely catching the anticipation in them. Still he couldn't seem to find the words to explain himself. "Because it sounds like you caught a vicious case of baby fever." You said teasing him a little.

Groaning he put his hands on his face clearly trying to hide his embarrassment. "Aw, Bucky! I love you so much." You pouted trying to pull at his hands. "I do not have baby fever. They were just cute babies, and I miss when Elaine was all tiny and told me boys were gross," he paused "and I wouldn't mind having one again."

There it is.

Finally prying his hands from his face you looked at him with a smile. This seemed like a natural progression of your relationship. You'd been dating for six years and married for two, but you'd never had a conversation about babies before. In your mind you assumed Bucky wasn't too into the idea of more kids, but clearly you couldn't read his mind. Still it was flattering to think that he'd even thought about having a baby with you. Not that either of you were strangers to the art of baby making, but he was always careful.

"Bucky, if you want a baby let's fuckin' make one."

His eyes went wide and he laughed. "That mouth will get you in trouble." He said giving you a look. Rolling your eyes you listened to him scoff at your false attitude. Rolling off of him you stood up stretching your arms out. "I can't tell if you're jokin' or not." He said, a nervous edge to his voice.

Straightening out your shirt you put your hands on your hips. The way he was looking up at you with pleading eyes mirrored his daughter a little too much. It must've been a Barnes' thing to pout like that. "I can't tell if you're joking or not. Why would you want a baby with me if you've already got a perfect daughter?" You countered, letting out that bit of insecurity you didn't even know you held on to. Bucky said your name in a very stern tone, furrowing his eyebrows together.

"Sweetheart, why wouldn't I want a baby with you? You're my wife. Whenever I look at you I see the love of my life and the mother of my children. Just thinkin' about a little you runnin' around makes me want to cry. I love you so much, of course I want a baby with you."

Ever the romantic your Bucky was.

The look in his eyes was nothing but genuine. Reiterating the fact that he did love you as much as you love him. There was no room for doubt when it came to Bucky. He made sure you knew what you meant to him. It was still hard to fathom that you were lucky enough to have him.

Holding back the urge to cry you leaned down kissing him sweetly. A kiss packed with the emotions you couldn't express verbally. "What are you waiting on Barnes?" You laughed against his lips before you were promptly swept off your feet and carried up the stairs.

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It never occurred to you how stressful trying to get pregnant could've been. Movies make it out to be as if one wrong move during sex and you immediately get pregnant. You quickly learned that wasn't the case. In fact you now had a notebook in order to track your ovulation and then the respective results of a pregnancy test.

The both of you had been trying for two months, and you were slowly losing faith in yourself. Test after test seeing that same negative sign made you worry if something was wrong with you – if Bucky would be upset with you. He never was though. He would sit on the bathroom floor with you, somehow managing to make you smile despite the fact you were disappointed in yourself.

"Hey, we're gonna try again."

"Pretty girl, don't be upset. We're gettin' there."

"I love you so much, sweetheart. I know it's frustrating."

As much as his words meant to you, it was still emotionally draining. Elaine noticed almost immediately. Asking vague questions trying to get an answer from you, but it was too much for you to bare. The last thing you wanted to do was get her hopes up just to let her down.

Bucky ended up talking to her about it though, and she was nothing short of thrilled at the idea. She was never discouraged though. No matter the results she would give you a big smile and promise you the next time would be it.

This particular day you had an odd hope within you though. Bucky was lying in bed reading an article on his phone, while Elaine was staring in the bathroom mirror as you braided her hair. "Have you taken one yet?" She asked, motioning towards the box of tests on the counter. You shook your head tying off the end of her braid.

"Are you nervous?" She turned to look at you with bright eyes. Taking a breath you couldn't help but smile at the hopeful look in her eyes. You had to admit there was a little flutter in your stomach that was giving you a sense of excitement. "Always. I'm feeling a little lucky though." You said raising an eyebrow at her.

"What's with all the whispering? I feel left out girls."

Bucky leaned against the doorframe glasses perched on his nose. "No one was whisperin', old man. You just can't hear anymore." Elaine said laughing at her own words. Scrunching his nose he reached out pulling her into a bear hug just to make her complain. Rolling your eyes at their antics you opened up on of the tests, going over the instructions you already knew by heart.

Turning around you gave them a gentle push out of the room. "Hey! What about me?" Bucky said pouting dramatically. You just smiled at him before closing the door. The anticipation in you was a little too much to handle. You went through the process hearing the both of them whispering outside the door.

Waiting patiently you paced back an forth, counting down the minutes before it was time to see the results. You were nervous you were hyping yourself up for nothing, but you were unbelievably hopeful. You couldn't bring yourself to look either.

Opening the door back up they were both staring at you expectantly. "I don't wanna look." You whispered. Bucky reached out wrapping his arms around you kissing your forehead. "Can I look?" Elaine asked putting her hand on your shoulder. Bucky nodded holding you a little bit tighter. You could tell he was just as nervous as you, maybe even more so. Pressing your face into his chest you waited patiently.

"What? What's that face?" Bucky asked. The urgency in his tone made you turn around. Elaine was looking at the both of you with wide eyes. Bucky pulled you over to the counter with him, looking down at the test. "Holy shit." He said. Your heart must've stopped. Hesitantly looking down at the white strip, you nearly fainted at the sight of the positive sign. Everything was quiet for a second.

"You're pregnant." Elaine said giving you a big smile. You were stunned. Almost not even processing the fact that Bucky was smothering you in kisses while Elaine shook your shoulders shouting excitedly. What really struck you was the tears the ran down Bucky's face as he held your face in his hands.

"Aw, honey, don't cry." You soothed, wiping the teardrops away, amazed by the unbridled joy in his eyes. Elaine was practically jumping around the both of you shouting incoherently about how excited she was. Never had you seen someone look at you the way he was. He slipped his hands under your shirt, the cool feeling of his ring against your stomach. "Are you kidding me? Of course I'm gonna cry. That's our baby." He sniffled looking down at where his hands rested.

"I'm a sister now!" Elaine said wrapping her arms around you. The emotions were overwhelming. The three – no, four of you cramped into the bathroom overflowing with joy. "Thank you. Oh my god, thank you sweetheart. I love you so much. You're the most amazing woman alive." Bucky wrapped his arms around the both of you.

"Oh, stop. I love you Bucky." You sighed into his shirt.

"Daddy's still got it."

You gasped smacking his arm while Elaine pulled away from the both you gagging dramatically. "Way to kill a moment there honey." You laughed watching Elaine give the both of you a disapproving look.

You smiled listening to the both of them go back an forth about the appropriateness of his comment. Never in a million years did you think you'd be in this situation, but you were more than grateful for them. You weren't sure how this would play out but you more than happy to have another Barnes' running around the house.

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

Tilly

Hello lovelies! It's me again! This little extra has a very special place in my heart, Matilda for me is the equivalent of Fine Line, it is one of the songs that had helped heal so many things. This is also a very special extra piece because we will get to see the first time Y/N's mom meets her grandchild, I would love to hear your thoughts on this piece. All the love, Mar

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May 19, 2022.

Harry. New York City, New York. 1:30 AM.

A cry pulled me back from my sleep, I sat up a little and tried to clear the sleep from my eyes, I turned to see that it had been a few hours since I went to bed, and I should be up in about two in order to get ready and leave for the Today Show.

I opened the door to the guest room I was staying in and made my way to the nursery; the door was ajar, and I knocked before entering, “Hey what’s wrong?”, she was pacing the floor shushing the baby in her arms who was crying bloody murder.

“Someone is very sad”, “Want to trade?”, “No, H; go to bed, you have to be up in about two hours”, I sighed, “Baby please “, she started walking a little more, “Harry, go rest you have a few events today; if anything happens, I’ll let you know, promise”

I knew this was an argument I wouldn’t win, so I nodded and kissed our baby’s head and her temple before exiting the nursery, I stopped at the bathroom and then got back to bed, I must have been really tired because the next time I woke up and it was to turn off the alarm.

The rain was falling hard, I hope that the fans who were waiting had some kind of protection against it, I showered and made my bed, checked that I had everything I needed on my bag and left my room letting Jeff know I was waiting for him.

I decided to peek into the nursery and saw it was empty, so I made my way to Y/N’s room, I opened the door slowly and was met with that baby smell I wish I could bottle and bring everywhere with me.

She was sleeping in her usual side, the bassinet holding the second love of my life, we have not had the heart to store it for future babies, hers, or mine, or hopefully ours. The night lamp was on, and I was able to see that the baby was finally resting.

I smiled, my heart hurts when I hear them cry so unconsolably and we cannot really help them, but I knew this was a phase and it would soon pass, I kissed Y/N’s temple and left the room, I wanted to kiss the baba, but I knew that would maybe wake them up and Y/N would kill me.

When I got to the kitchen, I saw that she had prepared a sandwich and there was a little note next to it, We will be watching you, good luck H! Coffee is on the pot, go shine rockstar, we love you very much.

I smiled and took a bite of the sandwich, while going to the coffee maker and filling my tumbler, while I finished my sandwich, I had received a message from Jeff letting me know he had already arrived, so I grabbed my things and left the apartment.

 Harry. New York City, New York. 11:30 AM.

We had just finished taping and I decided to grab my phone and call Y/N while we waited for some pictures, after two rings she answered, “Hey you! You did awesome!”, I smiled, “Thank you darling, did you both watch?”, “Initially we did, however my companion fell asleep for a morning nap a few minutes into ‘Daylight’”

I laughed and cooed, “Poor baby, how did the night end?”, she sighed, “I think transition to crib from bassinet will have to wait, especially with all the travelling we will be doing”, we as in we are traveling as a family, “Good thing mom but one for us huh?”, she hummed in agreement, “Are you guys coming over after?”

“Yes love, but are you sure that you don’t prefer we meet elsewhere?”, “No, it’s okay, besides I have everything set for delivery already, so you just finish with your meetings and I’ll see you all soon okay?”, “Okay baby, I love you”, she sighed into the phone, “Harry…”, “I know I know, I just wanted you to know, kiss the baba for me yes?”, “Will do, see you later H”

Harry. New York City, New York. 9:30 PM.

We had decided to have our own listening party a few hours before the official release because 1) mostly everyone had either listened to the album completely or a few songs, and 2) we had a baby, so we have learned to sleep when the baby sleeps.

Everyone had just finished listening to the album and we were all standing there talking about the songs and eating the food we got, I had wanted to talk to Y/N because I knew that ‘Matilda’ must have hit her hard, after all, it was a song I had written for her, along with some others.

I was discussing with Lambert the outfit for tomorrow when Glenne appeared beside me, Lambert was the first to speak up, “Miss Glenne Azoff, to what do we owe this pleasure”, she smiled, “I am here for the man of the hour”, something regarding the way she said it made my heart plummet, “Everything okay?”

Lambert had excused himself and she reached to squeeze my arm, “Can I borrow you for a few? We have a little situation”, I nodded and started following her along the hallway until we reached the nursery and my heart started beating fast

“G, what’s wrong?”, she did not say anything and reached to open the door for me, I went in, and she closed it. I was met with a semi dark room, the only light coming from the lamp next to the rocking chair, that’s when I noticed that Y/N was sitting there with the baby feeding them.

But something seemed off, she was off looking into the horizon and her face was gloomy and sad, I approached her slowly not wanting to scare her off, “Y/N?”, she jumped a little, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”, she smiled a little, “It’s okay”, she then turned to look at the baby who just finished feeding

“Want me to burp them?”, “No I got it, go celebrate rockstar, I’ll be out in a few”, I kissed her forehead and left the room where I found Glenne waiting for me, we looked at each other and she spoke first, “You saw it too right?”, I nodded, “We need to do something”

“Glenne we can’t, we need to wait for her to open up”, I squeezed her bicep, “I hope she does soon, I cannot stand to see her this sad”, I sighed, “Me too Glenne, me too”

May 20, 2022.

Harry. New York City, New York. 11:30 PM

I was still buzzing. The day was here and done with. I had performed Harry’s House and man was I proud of myself, the band, my team, and the fans, especially the fans. Learning the songs in less than 24 hours was really impressive. Definitely this was a night I would not forget.

Y/N had greeted me as I walked down the stage, I hugged her and she hugged me back and she didn’t want to let go, which made me think that maybe we were on the mend. She pulled back and we made our way to the changing room where we found Annie, our nanny when we needed, reading a book, next to her was the stroller that held our little darling who was fast asleep.

She gave us a smile when we entered, I returned the smile and then went into the bathroom, i came back out and asked Annie if she wanted to grab any food or drinks from the refreshment table which she said yes and went out.

Y/N had sat down on the couch near the baby and fixed the blanket my mom had knitted, I could see there were some dried tears in her face, and I frowned a little, “Baby you, ok?”, she turned to look at me and smiled, the same fake smile I had received since yesterday, definitely not her true smile

“I am overwhelmed H, this was so much more than what I could have wished for you”, I reached in to hug her and kissed her temple multiple times, “Having you here means so much more than I could ever express; everything I do is for the both of you”, I pulled back and placed her hair behind her ear

“You know you can talk to me, right?”, she stared into my eyes, “I know”, she squeezed my hand and rested her head on my shoulder. Annie came back and we left to take the pictures we had to take and meet some of the guests who had come tonight.

After a few photos and thank you’s we started making our way to the changing rooms, we picked up everything and made our way home after dropping off Annie. I went into the shower and Y/N let me know she would feed bunny, when I came out, I made my way into the nursery to say good night.

I stopped at the door when I heard her humming a song, I was trying to figure out which song it was, after a few seconds I recognized it, Matilda. I knocked and came in; she was finishing burping the baby and smiled at me

“Wanna put them down?”, I nodded and reached for the almost sleepy baby, changed their diaper, and settled them into the sleep sack and took them into her room and placed them in the bassinet.

I grabbed the monitor and closed the door, Y/N was just finishing preparing two cups of tea, so we sat down on the couch. We sipped our tea in silence, I turned to look at her, she was so beautiful, and motherhood had definitely given her a glow that was unique.

But the sad and faraway look on her eyes dulled her, and I prayed to whoever listened that I could remove that look from her. And as if the gods listened, she spoke up, “You said you were here if I needed you, right?”, I placed my cup on the table, “Yes lovie, I am here, always”, I reached for her hand and squeezed it.

“I saw my mom yesterday”, my breath hitched, everything went dead silent while I waited for her to talk, “We met by chance but… it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting”, I furrowed my brows and continued to caress her hand, I sighed before speaking up, “What happened?”

May 19, 2022.

New York City, New York. 12:45 PM.

I had finished fixing everything that we needed for dinner tonight but realized we were short on snacks, so I placed the baby on the wrap, grabbed a couple of bags, my phone and we made our way to the Trader Joe’s near my apartment.

I was grabbing some nuts for the charcuterie board I wanted to make while peeking at my little love when I heard someone call my name, “Y/N?”, I froze for a few seconds before turning to see my aunt.

But just behind her, my mom was standing there, she looked so surprised to see me, she then turned to see my chest, where i had the baby strapped to me, she couldn’t see them because I had made sure that their face was covered whenever we went out.

She stared at me again, I could see there were a lot of emotions on her face, surprise, curiosity, disappointment. I turned to look at my aunt and gave her a small smile, “Aunt Linda! So nice to see you! How have you been?”

She walked a little closer to me, “I’ve been good, what about you? Haven’t heard from you in a while”, I took a little step back hoping she wouldn’t notice, “I know, it’s been a while”, she then turned to look at the baby strapped to my chest

“Oh, do you babysit?”, my heart was beating so fast, “Oh, uhm no, I had a baby a few months ago”, she turned to look at me in shock, and then turned to look at my mother, who was standing there, stoic, “Glenda, I didn’t know you had a grandbaby!”

I was expecting so many things from her, anger, sadness, or any other. But not the indifference I came across with. She stood up straighter, turned to look at me, no emotion on her face, and then turned to look at my aunt, “No Linda, I don’t”

We both stared at each other, and I understood what she wanted to convey, she didn’t even want to know if she had a grandson or a granddaughter, if they were healthy and happy, if I was healthy and happy, she didn’t care anymore, we would never again be a part of her family.

My little love must have sensed the stress and started whimpering, so I took that as my cue to leave, thankful I had everything I needed, “It was great to see you both, I have to go now”, and turned to walk away without looking back.

May 21, 2022.

Harry. New York City, New York. 12:00 AM

I had so many emotions cursing through, anger, sadness, disappointment, but above all heartbreak for the woman sitting in front of me and who I had the privilege to call the love of my life, her sobs made me pull out of my thoughts and I pulled her to my lap and let her cry

“I’m so sorry, so sorry my love”, I kissed her head multiple times, after a few moments she calmed down, “When I heard ‘Matilda’ I broke, because even if you didn’t know what had happened you knew what to say”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”, she turned to look at me, “I think I was still processing, I was trying to believe that it hadn’t happened, but when I did it broke me all over again, and I didn’t want to ruin your night H; you have worked so freaking hard for this”

I squeezed her, “Baby, why would you ever think that? This success, everything I do, is for the two of you, you are my inspiration and motivation, the sole reason why I want to do this, because you are always there for me”, I grabbed her face and nudged my nose with her.

I whispered, “Because you are the love of my life, and I will do anything and everything to prove this to you”, a few seconds that felt like an eternity later, she pulled me in for a kiss, it took me a few seconds to return it, because this, was the first time she had kissed me.

We pulled back and I placed some pecks on her lips before speaking, “I know it hurst because they are your family, but baby, we are your family too, and the best part is that we chose you to be our family, we wanted you, not anyone else, just you”

“I know H, and I feel so blessed every day that I get to be with you and our baby and your family and friends, because they chose me to be part of it, but still, there is a part of me that will always mourn what I couldn’t have with them you know?”

I nodded, “And you have every right to mourn them baby, but you also have the right to let it go, to live a life full of love”, she smiled and hugged me, I hugged her back and we stayed like that for a few minutes until I yawned, and she laughed.

We picked up our mugs and took them to the kitchen. We placed them on the dishwasher and started it, turning off all the lights we were standing outside our doors when she reached in for another hug, “Thank you”, I kissed her head, “Always”

We pulled back and went into our respective rooms, just before she closed the door, I heard her say my name, I turned to look at her and nodded letting her know she had all of my attention, “The kiss, it wasn’t just a spur of the moment like last time”, she winked and closed the door.

My heart was beating out of my ribcage as I closed the door and I sat on the bed with the biggest smile, after everything that had gone down between us, she still cared for me, I couldn’t believe it, I grabbed my cellphone and dialed the one person I needed to speak to

“Gem? I need your help”

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𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Vander x reader

Words: 0,7k

Summary: You run away from home with the hope of starting a new life with Vander, however you are not very welcome.

Note: As always, I am really sorry if you find any errors, English is not my first language and I also hope you like it.

I need a Vander in my life, URGENTLY

It wasn't part of the plan, but here you were again, not knowing where else to go. You carefully pushed the door of “The Last Drop”, there were barely a handful of people at the back tables, it was about to close.

"It's closed" You looked at the bar where Vander was cleaning some glasses, seeing that it was you, your gaze hardened even more "I thought I was clear, I don't want you to come back here"

Your heart clenched in pain, but you still walked to sit in one of the chairs at the bar. Vander went to one of the tables to finish getting two drunkards out of there, finally locking the door.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous your presence is here?"

"I know, I just ..."

"Well, it seems you don't know!" You stayed in silence, shrinking in your chair "A war is about to break out and the best idea you have is to go down?"

"I didn't know where else to go!" You despaired, tired of hearing screams wherever you went, people seemed to complicate themselves to make you feel even more miserable. You rested your arms on the clean bar and rested your head there, fatigue was winning over you, although you weren't sure if it was a good place to rest. "It is not my intention to bother you, I just don't know what else to do, where to run to"

Vander sighed loudly before resuming his place behind the counter, you heard the noise of some bottles colliding with each other, until finally a glass of sediment in front of your head "It will help you sleep a few hours" He explained "Tomorrow first thing in the morning I will accompany you to the bridge and you will return home"

He drank his glass in a single pull, you continued looking at him from your place "Are they really going to fight?" You dared to ask. His whole body tensed, he did not look at you, he simply poured one of the half-empty bottles "Let me stay, please" You begged.

"No" He interrupts you "Finish the glass and go to sleep"

"Please I beg you"

"I have said no!" His fist hit the bar and you shook completely, he seemed to realize that so he softened "I don't understand why you always insist on coming back here" He sighed "A war is about to break out, against those above, against your people ... I don't want you in the crossfire "

"Precisely" You walked around the bar to be at his side "Let me stay here, with you" You stretched out your hand to take his,

Vander's were obviously much larger, plus they were full of marks and scars, you saw him hesitate for a moment, but he let go of your grip.

"And after that?! Will we live here? Will we get married? What will happen when you get tired of this place? When you no longer want to breathe the air down here? ... Could you see our children grow up in a place where they are only seen as potential criminals? "

"I thought you were fighting for that to change. That's what it's about!"

"What if it doesn't work?" There was silence. "What will happen if we lose ...? After that it will be more difficult to cross the borders, more difficult for you to return home. Even if we win, this is not your life, I'm not made for you "

You walked in doubt as you approached him, afraid that he would push you away. Very carefully you wrapped your arms around his waist supporting your head on his back. For a moment her whole body tensed, but when she felt you kiss tenderly her back relaxed.

"I want to be by your side, no matter where" One of his arms moved, believing that he would push you away, you hugged him tighter, evidently if he wanted to, he could easily let go of you, but he only took one of your hands to bring it to his lips .

"I also want to be with you baby, but I don't want you to wake up one day and regret this ... About me"

You released your hug so that he could face, he still kept a hand close "I could never regret choosing you" You caressed his cheek "No matter what, if I am next to you, I will know that it is the right decision"

[bisexual-horror-fan]

hi sry if u have enough time i was wondering if u could pls do another poly billy/stu or sinclair boys fluff? just wondering have a nice day

My requests were closed and I was gonna turn you down but fuck it, after the events of today I think we all NEED some good polyam content! I thought some poly!Ghostface was especially appropriate all things considered! I hope you dig this! I am also dedicating this to one of my besties on here @polyghostfacehours, a totally amazing and wonderful person who deserves nothing but the best always! She has fantastic opinions, analysis and is a total joy to be around, she pushes me as a writer constantly too so let’s get into it!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 1.2K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X AFAB! GN! Reader. No Specified Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings: Cuddling. Alcohol Mention. Sleepover. Sweetness. Mention Of Reader’s Tits. Nothing Else.

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Is It Late? Or Early?

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You had such a good night tonight.

Billy and Stu and you had one of those hang outs that just kept stretching on and on without ending. One of those days that you intend to just chill for a couple of hours, watch a movie maybe two but instead of it ending there you watch another, and then are all taking turns playing music and showing each other stupid videos.

Then it’s dinner time and you get two pizzas and breadsticks and fuck it, there’s beer in the fridge and you end up playing a few rounds of cards before you all want dessert and realize you need to do something about that. You all get into Billy’s car and go to the grocery store to get the ingredients to bake cookies and less than half an hour later Stu is “helping” you cream together butter and sugar and his version of helping is refusing to move his arms from around you as YOU work on the cookie dough as Billy watches on, very amused.

So then it’s past ten, you are all eating melty and messy chocolate chip cookies from a plate, almost shoulder to shoulder, in front of the tv watching your fourth? Fifth? Movie of the day. On and on it goes until it hits somewhere around three and instead of going home you are in some clothes Stu offered over and getting into bed with the two of them. The three of you were tired, having been hanging over over twelve hours straight but you were still clinging to wakefulness, talking as you settled into the plush sheets in the dark room.

“Does it matter?” Billy sighed and Stu scoffed, even in the dark you could tell he rolled his eyes, “Uh, yes! Obviously it does matter dude, otherwise we wouldn’t be talking about it!”

“You! Are talking about it, not us, you are talking about it, you started this-” Billy started and Stu cut him off, “Anyway! Let’s go over this again-”

Billy wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck with a groan, “Must we?”

“C’mon, let’s hear him out.” You pressed a kiss to Billy’s forehead and he finally conceded, grumbling, “Okay, okay, fucking fine.” From the tone you could tell Stu was beaming as he said, “Thank you!”

He rolled onto his side, head resting on one of his hands as he started again, “So! We can all agree that it is officially like ‘late’ after midnight, right?”

You and Billy hummed in agreement which encouraged the excitable blonde to continue, “Okay! So when does it switch? Like midnight is late and like six am is early but when does it flip from being late to being early?”

A quiet fell over the three of you. A beat and then Billy breaks the silence, “Shit.”

“Right?!” Stu asked enthusiastically, clearly excited he had won you both over on this.

You piped up with, “I wanna say three am. That feels right to me.”

“Isn’t that the witching hour?” Stu asked and you replied, “I think so. It makes sense right? There is like a shift at that time, maybe that is the shift, from late to early.”

Billy snorted, his arms loosening as he attempted to look at you in the low light of the bedroom, “You think that is what makes the witching hour like that? The change from the time being considered late to early?”

“I mean why not! You got a better answer Loomis?” You taunted and Stu joined in, leaning over your shoulder, piling on as he asked, “Yeah, Billy you got a better one?”

He thought for a moment before saying, “When do they start making breakfast at McDonalds?”

You and Stu break down laughing, Stu flops onto his back, a hand over his eyes and you are leaning into him, trying to catch your breath. “Tha-that’s the reasoning? McDonald’s breakfast is how we make the call?!”

“I don’t think my choice is any funnier than yours.” Billy defended which prompted you to scoot closer, hands reaching out to him as you cooed, “Awe sorry, you are right, it’s a perfectly fine answer.”

He allowed you to touch him, feeling your hands slide against his bare sides, you indulged in touching him, pulling closer. You loved his constant refusal to wear a shirt to bed, so much skin on skin contact was a treat, not to mention how comforting it was when sleeping with him.

“Perfectly stupid.” Stu teased and you teased him in kind, firing back, “Awe, just like you.”

“Ouch.” Stu said in mock hurt, before moving in closer again, he kissed you on the cheek as his hands come to your hips, murmuring in your ear, “Mmm, lucky you are so fucking cute.”

“I am thankful everyday that my cuteness gets me out of trouble.” You admitted before placing one back on his cheek in return which had him making a sound of contentment.

“What about me?” Billy asked and you barely held back the sound you were about to make, “So sorry your highness.” You press your lips to his and he returns your affection for a moment before you pull away, “Better?”

“Much.”

You all keep on talking, more sleepy and dumb conversation stretching on for nearly an hour after getting into bed, it had actually fallen quiet finally, you think this might be it and you all can manage a few hours sleep.

“You ever just hold your tits sometimes?”

Stu broke that silence.

You lifted your head up slightly as you inquired, “What?”

“Like I hear sometimes of people just holding their tits for like comfort or something. Do you do that?” Stu asked and you were sure Billy’s expression was as confused as yours.

You had no idea what to say, you were half asleep and were not expecting this sudden line of questioning. Billy seemingly picked up on this when he said, “I got this.”

He propped up on one elbow, looking over your body to Stu as he asked, “Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“I have my sources.” Stu’s cryptic answer did not help the situation whatsoever.

“I think they are bad sources dude.” Billy deadpanned and Stu argued back, “I’m not fuckin’ asking you anyway, so what you think doesn’t matter. If I had tits I would do it. Just get a handful whenever, seems fucking awesome.”

“You don’t have to ask me, I’m still gonna tell you that it’s dumb, cuz it is-” That is when you spoke up, “Well…”

They both stopped. You were sure their eyes were on you. “No fucking way, really?”

“I mean sometimes I’m bored and alone and they are just there and yeah it can be kinda comforting, okay?!” Stu cackled way too loud at nearly four in the morning and it had Billy shushing him, “Fuck man, keep it down! It’s too late for your dumbass to be that loud.”

“Don’t you mean it’s too early?” You asked innocently and Billy broke then, laughing and you didn’t care you were probably not getting any sleep any time soon. Sleepovers with them, even when they weren’t planned, were your favourite thing.

[akurrami]

How would Ozymandias + Lancer Cu react to a female master who due to a spell gone wrong, now has cat ears and a tail and some cat like behavior too!!

Oh I like this trope! Let's go!

Pairing: (not seperate-ish) Ozymandias + Cu Chulainn x fem!Neko!Reader

TWs: none, I think.

Let's be clear - Merlin is at his shenanigans again.

It was supposed to be a test of his to see if enhancing humans with animal traits with quick spell usage, instead of manipulating bloodlines is possible.

Who allowed him to make Chaldea's master his guinea pig? We'll never know. Though a certain British Saber servant is currently the Prime suspect for not keeping him in check.

"This... Was absolutely not something I planned would happen."

Merlin sighed, looking at his results. Or lack thereof.

He promptly escorted you to your room after shuting down the experiment. You fell asleep very quickly after that, but after an unknown ammount of time, you woke up to a knocking on your door.

Ozymandias

So, you know how in ancient egypt cats were sacred and were thought of as Divine? Yeah, he still follows that belief.

The knocking it seems was caused by none other than Ozymandias himself!

"Master, there are pressing matters I and Pharaoh Nitocris would like to discuss-"

You stood in silence. Both of you.

"Well what is it?? I'll do my best to *Nyaaawn* help."

He started chuckling a bit.

"Master, you never told any of us you were blessed by the Gods. That makes it much more of an honor to work with you. I admit, you cought my interest even more." You looked at him dumbfounded. You? Blessed by the gods? With average magic circuits? Nah. "King Ozymandias, what on Earth are you talking about? Me? Blessed? Not by a longshot." He sighed, and pointed to your room's mirror. There, you saw it - Cat ears, alongside your human pair, a tail. And a desire to be more active at night, and sleep your day away. "I'm gonna- No, No, Calm down (Y/n). He's not worth your rage. Anyway, let's go to Nitocris, shall we?" Ozy nodded, and after hours upon hours of tiring planning of the next Halloween event in Chaldea with Nitocris and Ozy (That sounded more like "Egypt worshipping day") You just passed out in the cafeteria, purring lightly as your hoodie spread your body's warmth accross the torso to the arms, then legs - Is there a feeling more godly than this? Lancer Cu Chulainn - Frankly, he finds the whole situation hilarious, but adorable in a way. "Master! Maaaaaster! Wake up!" The Ireland's child's of light unmistakable voice shook you awake. "Nyoooan, I want five more minutes...!" Seconds later you were picked up, which awoke you fully. "Da Vinci wants you on the bridge, and sent me." As if on instinct, you hissed, trying to wiggle out of his iron-strong grip. If you weren't asleep recently, you might have succeeded. After few minutes of walking, the Lancer in blue had set you down, and overlooking the bridge of Chaldea, your attention span went from Focused to that of a 3-year old. As Da Vinci was speaking about some planned small-scale reyshifts, your target was clear - Meuniere's coffee mug. Through sneaky Absolutely obvious movements, you got close. "Hell no, you're not doing that, cat ears or not." Said Cu Chulainn, spotting your ploy from a mile away. "But Laaanceeeeeeer!!" "No." "Stop it already you two!" Da Vinci shouted, clearly upset. "Before we do anything - We need to find Merlin and undo that damn spell... Until then, Lancer, take care of our Master here... Gods know what her cat instincts might push her towards." However, to Chaldea's dismay, Merlin was nowhere to be found, so instead, All the Casters in Chaldea were grouped up to solve the issue. ---- Fin I am sorry, if this didn't quite fall into your liking Anon. I also apologize for the clear change of Style in the Lancer part, Tumblr on PC is... Weird. But, I hope it did! And that all of you, who read this, enjoyed. (Open for part two...?) And yeah, I'm glad to be back! - Rami

[obsidiancreates]

Born This Way (Because Of Negligence Towards Basic Scientific Safety)

(IDK how far apart the Fenton kids are in age, so Jazz is an Undetermined Age Where She's A Toddler But Also Very Verbal. Maybe it's the Genius Genes letting her learn faster. Let's go with that.)

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Maddie coughs, spitting out another glob of ectoplasm. "Well, at least know it's not an issues with the cooling system."

Jack sneezes out the ectoplasm stuck in his nose, and then grins and stands triumphantly. "Still a step towards success!"

Jazz frowns from where she's playing with her doll, safe within a Fenton Anti-Ghost Toddler Chamber. "Mommy, you should cover your mouth." She points at her own mouth. "Mr. Wummy on TV says dat getting weird stuff in your mouth is bad."

"Mr. Wummy is a cartoon, dear. We're seasoned scientists, we know what we're doing." She wipes herself off, and sits down. "If there were any side-effects to accidental ecoplasmic consumption, we'd know."

"But what if Danny doesn't like it?" Jazz point at her mother's belly.

Maddie pats her belly. "The baby is still just a fetus, sweetie. It can't tell what it does and doesn't like yet. And why are you so sure it'll be a boy?"

"Because I'm your baby girl. So now you need a baby boy!"

Maddie tilts her head and smiles lovingly at her daughter. "Oh, you're adorable." Nothing cuter than Child Logic.

Maddie stands back up, and puts her hands on the workbench. "Now, let's see about that firing mechanism..."

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Maddie brushes her teeth, sighing when her toothbrush comes away glowing green. "We really messed up a lot of experiments today. I think I swallowed a whole ghost's worth."

Jack spits a similarly colored mouthful of toothpaste foam out. "At least it doesn't taste as bad as it smells."

Maddie puts her hands on her belly, the bump now quite obvious. "II hope we're right about it not having side effects."

Jack's expression softens. He gently pulls his wife into a comforting hug. "The doctors all say he's as healthy as can be, Mads. You don't need to worry."

"I still worry anyway, though."

"Of course you do. You're his mom! But we'll worry together, and if you ever need me to, I'll do the worrying for us both! While you relax and give him more tips on how to avoid ghosts once he learns to walk."

Maddie giggles, and sighs. It'll all be fine... nothing to worry about.

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Jazz has her arms crossed, a teddy bear hanging from one hand. "Five times!"

"Yes, and did we mention we're so proud that you can count so we-"

"Five times!" She shouts again, waving her little sticky toddler hand at them. "I saw you eat the bad green stuff five times!"

"We didn't eat it," Maddie says patiently, "It got into our mouths by accident."

"You swallowed it!"

"Only a tiny bit, only on accident, dear."

Jazz puts her hand on her mom's belly. "Danny is gonna be here soon and he's gonna be mad!"

"He won't even know it happened, sweetheart."

"Yes he will! He'll be the smartest ever, just like me and like you and like daddy! And he'll be so upset and never stop crying!"

"Babies do that anyway, sweetie." Maddie rubs her belly. It's true, Danny is due any day now. And yes... there's been some extra Ectoplasm Incidents lately. Maddie just can't stay awake sometimes, and... well. That's not exactly good when working on ghost hunting machines.

"Your baby brother will be perfectly fine," Maddie assures. "He's a healthy baby boy, and he'll be just as healthy when you meet him."

Jazz lights up at the mention of meeting him. She can't wait!

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Jazz bounces excitedly in her dad's arms. She gets to meet her baby brother! Finally! She's going to read him bedtime stories, and protect him from closet monsters, and show him how to throw a tea party!

Jack chuckles. "Calm down, sweetie, you don't get to play with him quite yet! He's still very fragile."

"But he's okay?"

"Yes, he and Mommy are both okay. Better than okay."

Jack knocks on the hospital room door, and they enter.

Maddie is holding Danny, and it looks like she fell asleep. Jazz gasps, even though all she can see so far is the blanket bundle.

"He's tiny!"

"Very." Again. Ah well. Jack had always hoped one of his kids would groww up to be taller than him, but maybe it'll have to be a grandkid.

He walks over, and smiles at his sleeping wife. "Okay, let's be quiet," he whispers. "We don't want to wake mommy."

Jazz nods seriously.

Jack sets her on the bed, and Jazz carefully crawls closer to Danny. She moves the blanket to get a good look at his face, grinning widly-!

She frowns. "Where is he?"

"What?!" Jack hurriedly picks up the bundle, making Maddie startle awake. "Holy-"

"Jack? Honey? What is it?!" Maddie's tone becomes increasingly panicked.

Jack, looking a bit pale, hands the bundle back to her. She gasps.

It's empty, and freezing!

"Where- where is-"

And then suddenly. He's there.

Fast asleep, wrapped up snug and tight. His little face still red from being brand-new to the world, his tiny tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he snoozes.

He disappears again.

Maddie thinks she's about to pass out.

Finally, Jazz breaks the horrified silence. "I told you to cover your mouths!"

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Danny sleeps all the way home, and all the way up to his room. Jazz is waiting by the bassinet, and peeks in as soon as he's placed down. She frowns. "Mommy, his hair is white. He's not old."

Maddie sighs. "No, he's not. Apparently it just... does that, sometimes."

Danny yawns, and opens his little eyes. Jazz's own eyes widen as well. "He's glowing!"

"Yes... that happens too."

Danny screws up his face, and starts crying. Maddie picks him up and rocks him. "Poor baby... he's so cold."

"Why?" Jazz tilts her head.

Maddie sighs. "Well... your father and I... we think he's half-ghost."

"How?"

"... Probably... the ectoplasm," Shame burns in Maddie's veins.

Jazz, wide-eyed, reaches to to try and touch Danny. "Is he dead?" She doesn't sound sad, because it looks to her like even if he is dead, he's still alive.

"No!" Maddie shuts the idea right down. "He is a very healthy, living boy! But he's... different."

"Are you gonna trap him?"

"Wh- Jasmine, why would you ask that!"

"He's a ghost."

"No! No, we never treat him like any other ghost. And he's only partly ghost, so it barely counts. Now, Mommy has to feed him so he can go back to sleep. How about you go pick a movie for tonight?"

Jazz nods. She takes that job very seriously. There's a science to picking movies.

She heads off, and Maddie looks at Danny's sniffling little face. His eyes are back too baby blue, but his hair isn't quite black yet.

At least he's still visible.

At least the side effects seem mild.

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It's about 6 am when Jack bolts up too use the bathroom. On his way back, he decides to check on the kids.

Jazz is asleep, cuddling a stuffed animal. Jack smiles.

Danny is also asleep, wrapped up in a cute little onesie and floating above the bassinet FLOATING ABOVE THE BASSINET?!?!

Jack runs over and grabs Danny from the air, pulling out a Fenton Ghost-Whapping Baton!

And then he looks at Danny, who's whining, and sees sleepy glowing green eyes looking at him.

"Oh. Um, sorry, son." He puts away the baton. "I thought a ghost was stealing you."

Danny yawns. Jack sees a cold breath puff out of his son's mouth, despite the room being temperature-controlled to keep him toasty during the nights.

Jack puts Danny back into the bassinet. He leaves, and comes back a little bit later with some equipment.

He sets up a rudimentary ghost-shield to keep Danny from floating away during the night, but won't trap him. He can still float a little, if need be.

"The scariest ghost we've faced yet," Jack mumbles. He kisses Danny's forehead, and sits there until Danny falls asleep. By then, Danny is human again.

Jack leaves, and in the morning he and Maddie begin working on some upgrades for Danny's room.

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Danny babbles happily as Jazz plays peek-a-boo with him.

"Boo!"

Laughter.

"Boo!"

More laughter!

"A-boo! A-boo!" Jazz can't stop grinning. She's a great older sister! Look at her go!

She takes Danny's hands, and moves them over his face. "Now, where's Danny? ... Here he is! Oh."

Danny isn't there. But his clothes are, and something's inside of them. And Jazz is still holding two chubby baby arms, even if they're cold and invisible.

Jazz stares for a second, and then speaks. "... Peek-a-boo?"

Danny reappears, and squeals with laughter!

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Maddie sits down to give Danny his bottle. She's brought him out shopping with her so she can grab some replacement parts that fried in their latest invention, the Fenton Ecto-Extractor!

Jazz had thrown a fit when she'd heard the name, and it startled Jack so bad he'd turned it on too early and it completely collapsed on itself! It took half an hour to convince Jazz that they weren't trying to use it to make Danny normal, just using it for themselves now that they know it can cause... strange things, to happen.

Danny drinks the bottle with no issue, and burps as soon as she starts his back. Really, he's a pretty easy baby. Except for the ghost part.

Maddie is getting him back in the stroller when Danny's face screws up. She watches a cold, visible breath leave his mouth, and then he starts to scream. Sobbing, wailing baby screams, attracting the concerned and/or annoyed attention of most people around them.

"He's just tired," she assures loudly. His breath is still puff out in cold clouds, even though it's perfectly warm in the mall.

Maddie quickly picks him back up and hugs him, bouching and singing to try and calm him down.

Danny starts to quiet down. She puts him back in the stroller, but as soon as she does (as soon as he looks behind her with those bright, bright green eyes) he starts crying again.

She sighs and picks him up, hurrying back to the car. She'll just come back for the parts later. Clearly, something is upsetting him.

Something that she just can't see.

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Jazz leans away from Danny, grinning. "There!"

Danny is propped up on her bed. Maddie and Jack needed to quickly decontaminate themselves, and so Jazz had to watch Danny for just a minute.

And in that minute, she's does some redesigning.

Danny's fluffy white hair has a little bow in it, and she's put some of her kiddie makeup on him.

Danny disappears for a second, and the bow falls. When he reappears, it's not on his head anymore. He looks at Jazz blankly.

Jazz crosses her arms. "No fair! I was making you pretty!"

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Maddie stumbles into Danny's room. She flicks on the light, and turns off the Fenton Ghost-Shielding Hanging Mobile. She reaches in and pulls the crying Danny out of the bassinet, shushing and rocking him.

Danny's eyes are bright green again, and Maddie can see his breath. "Oh, you always get so worked up when this happens," she says softly. "Is the cold upsetting you?"

Danny doesn't answer, just cries more.

Maddie takes him to her and Jack's room, and lays down with him on her chest. Jack rolls over in his sleep and puts his arms around her, cradling both of them.

Danny falls back asleep soon, and Maddie sighs. She can still see his breath, but at least he's calm now.

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Jazz holds up her drawing, and shakes her head. She goes back to scribbling, and moves closer to Danny. "This is black," she says to him, pointing at the crayon she's using. She picks up another color. "And this one is red."

Danny stares as Jazz keeps scribbling. Jazz assumes that means he's learning.

"I'm going to let Mom and Dad know I saw this in my closet," she says seriously. "I think people know you're special and want to steal you!"

Danny blows a spit bubble by accident, and laughs when it pops.

Jazz's eyes hold more determination than ever. She scribbles with the fury of a million warriors. "You're very valuable." She learned that word yesterday. "So you need lots of protecting."

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"Do you think this will make her feel better?" Maddie asks as she closes the panel.

Jack lifts his soldering mask and nods. "If one thing can make a person feel safe, it's fifty anti-ghost devices hidden in their walls!"

"I just worry about that doodle. What if something really got in?"

"Mads, you personally handcrafted every single sensor put up in the kids's rooms! If a ghost had gotten in, we'd know! To get past then they'd need deep knowledge of exactly how our deigns work and how they detect ghost energy, and no ghost has that!"

"You're right, you're right. Still, I hate to think she might be having nightmares about something like that. It looked like it had devil horns."

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"Peek-a-boo!" Jazz grins at Danny. "Peek-a-boo!"

It never gets old for him! No matter how many times they play, Danny loves it!

"Peek... a-boo!" Jazz does little jazz-hands.

Danny disappears, and Jazz grins. "Where's Danny? Where'd he go?"

Danny reappears, and-

"B-b-boo!"

Jack and Maddie dart into the room! Maddie swoops Danny up, eyes wide!

Danny giggles, and says it again. "Boo!"

Maddie and Jackie both tear up. In unison they shout, "HIS FIRST WORD!"

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Danny gnaws on the toy with his little baby gums.

"I can't believe it. Already teething," Maddie sighs, holding him. "Seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital."

Jack wipes his eyes. "He's growing into a young man already."

"Oh, Jack, stop it, he's not nearly a young man."

"But he will be before we know it!"

Maddie pats her husband on the back comfortingly as he begins to blubber.

Maddie closes her eyes, thinking about those early months with Danny, figuring out how to prepare for his floating and invisibility, learning to not panic when his eyes and hair changed color, learning that sometimes when they do his clothes change color as well...

She's startled out of her thought by something warm and wet on her lap.

She looks down to see the teething toy on her thigh... and a whole lot of nothing where Danny's head should be.

Then it' back when she blinks, and he's beginning to whine for his toy.

She quickly picks him up off her laps and retrieves it, giving it back to him.

So... the ghost abilities are still developing, then. She'll have to let Jack know about this later.

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"Daniel Fenton," Jack says, the most serious Jazz has ever seen him, "You're in big trouble this time, mister. I don't know how you did this-"

Jack shakes the empty tube of baby snacks, safe for teething babies.

"But I will get to the bottom of it!"

"Look like he already did," Maddie jokes, setting Jazz's breakfast down for her.

Jazz laughs, because it sounds like a Smart Adult Joke and she thinks those are funny, even when she doesn't understand them.

Danny babbles, smacking his chair's food tray.

"Oh no you don't, mister! You're getting regular baby food this morning and that's all!" Jack grabs the jar of food, and holds up the spoon. "Now, here comes the Fenton Ghost-Tracking Copter!"

He puts the spoon up to Danny's mouth-

-and right through his head.

He gasps and pulls back, and Danny's head reappears. He babbles, smacking the tray again.

Maddie drops her fork. "I can't believe I forgot! That's what I was going to tell you about!"

Jazz looks at her parents. "You didn't know he does this?"

They both gawk at her. "You did?!"

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Danny reaches up and grabs Jazz's nose. Jazz wrinkles it, and he laughs.

Jazz sticks out her tongue and crosses her eyes, and Danny laughs even harder!

Jazz looks at her parents as they finish setting up the picnic blanket. "I'm the funniest big sister ever!"

"You sure are, sweetie!" Maddie scoops Jazz up and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "You get it from me."

Jack laughs. "It's true! Your mother could get the whole Ghost Hunting Club laughing out HAZMAT suits off all day long back in the day! ... 'Course it was just the three of us, but still, three's a crowd!"

"May as well have been doing stand-up," Maddie says, setting Jazz down on the blanket.

They enjoy the little outing, the sun shining but not beating down, the cool breeze just enough to crispen the air but not freeze.

And then Jazz looks at Danny. She sees glowing eyes, and a puff of breath come out of his mouth. "Uh-oh. Mommy! He's gonna cry!"

Maddie picks Danny up right as he starts to wail. She hugs him, and is shocked. He doesn't feel cold this time!

Is he just cold inside?

Or is there some other problem?

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Jack rubs his ears. "That child wails like a Banshee!"

"He could very well be doing exactly that," Maddie points out. "We still don't know what other abilities he'll develop as he ages!"

"Or how well he'll be able to control them. ... Mads... should we homeschool him?"

"It's a little early to worry about that, Jack."

"I know that tone, you're worrying about it too."

"... We can't just keep him isolated from the rest of the world, Jack. It'll be unhealthy for him. And what if it makes him lean into his ghost side too much?"

"So you think we should let him go to school."

"Yes. ... But not pre-school. We'll teach him to not use his abilities around other kids, and then send him to Kindergarten."

"... Alright, Mads. If you think that's what's best, then that's what's best!"

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"Come on, that's it! Yes, yes, WHOO!" Maddie picks Danny up as soon as he walks over. "Who's a strong little Fenton? Who's the best little boy at walking in the whole wide world?"

"Danny!" Jazz cheers from the couch.

"Danny!" Maddie and Jack both cheer at once.

Danny laughs and squeals, kicking his legs and flapping his arms. His first proper Walk! Not just a step or two and then crawling, that was real walking!

Jack takes Danny, holding him aloft. "You're a real butt-kicker in the making, son! You'll be as strong as your old man someda-"

Jack feels something bump him, hard.

He shouts as he goes down! Danny going with him!

But as Jack meets the floor, he feels Danny's weight disappear from his hands!

He lands with an "oof", and looks up to see Danny floating above him, surrounded by a faint white aura. Danny looks down and babbles, sucking his thumb. Then... he moves.

He's only ever floated in place before. But as he looks down at his dad, he kicks his little legs and moves! Moving right across the room!

And then he looks behind his dad, and his breath comes out in puffs. He starts crying and wailing hysterically.

Jazz peers at where Danny is looking. "Mommy, hit the air with the stick!"

Maddie gently grabs Danny. "Why, sweetie?"

"Danny is scared! So we have to protect him!"

Maddie grabs her Fenton Baton, and gives the area Danny was looking at a good thwack. She expects it to go right through the empty air.

Instead there's a loud zap! There's a cry of pain! And then a semi-transparent form zooming out of their house!

Maddie's jaw drops. Jack scrambles to his feet and grabs every ghost weapon in radius, forming a protective circle around the family with them!

Maddie looks at Danny, who's now calm.

And his breath isn't visible.

Hmm...

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"We're just seeing if my hypothesis is right," Maddie assures.

Jazz sobs, clinging onto her leg. "NOOOO! HE'LL GET HURT! OR STOLED!"

"Stolen, sweetie. And Mommy and Daddy would never let that happen."

Jazz scream-sobs again.

"What if we can promise you the ghost will be in a big, big box?"

Jazz looks at her mom with watery eyes. "Like around Danny's crib?"

"Yes, like that."

"But-but he's so little."

"It'll just be a second, sweetheart."

Jazz sniffles again. "... Can I hold the stick?"

Maddie smiles softly. "Yes, sweetie, you can hold the stick."

A couple hours later, Jack and Maddie return home with a ghost in a box. It's yelling something, but the box is soundproof.

Jack sets the box down, and goes to grab Danny. He comes back, and holds Danny firmly while walking towards the ghost. Danny's eyes are covered by a too-big hood on his little shirt. He can't see, or hear, that there's a ghost nearby.

Danny's breath comes out a visible puff about two feet away from the ghost, and he starts crying. Jack steps back a ways, and Danny's breaths become normal again. He settles down.

Jack walks closer. Puff of breath, and crying.

Jack steps back. Normal breath, calm Danny.

"He can sense ghost's," Maddie says, looking in awe at her baby boy. Her face breaks into a grin. "He's his own portable ghost detector! He'll never be caught unawares, he'll be able to always defend himself!"

She runs up to Jack and hugs them both, kissing Danny's little forehead. Danny babbles.

"He'll never be caught unawares," Maddie says again in relief. "Oh, this makes me feel so much better."

"Mommy? ... Does that mean we're haunted all the time?"

Maddie's relief hardens and breaks in her chest.

All those times Danny's Ghost Sense has gone off inside! All those times!

She pulls away. "Jack, we're upping our security!"

Jack nods. "Time for FentonWorks 2.0!"

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Danny giggles as his dad chases him around the house. He phases through doors and turns invisible in hiding places, always giving himself away with laughter.

Jack grabs Danny just before he phases through the next door. “Gotcha!”

Danny laughs, happy little kid squeals that you can hear through the whole house. Jack puts Danny on his shoulders and heads into the kitchen. “He’s getting pretty good at running! Say, whatcha making, Mads?”

“Meatloaf. Would you mind helping?”

Jack sets Danny down at the table and helps Maddie make dinner, while Danny eyes something on the counter.

“Cookie.”

Maddie looks over. Danny is staring at the cookie jar. “No sweetie, no cookies yet.”

“Cookie!” 

“Not yet.”

Danny starts to cry. “Cookie!”

Maddie walks over, and gives Danny his binkie. Danny refuses it af first, but once he has it he calms down fast.

He looks at the cookie jar still, though.

And, slowly, he lifts out of his chair. He kicks his little legs, pushing himself forward. He plops down on the counter, and reaches into the jar with an intangible hand. 

He pulls out not one, but two cookies!

He gets so excited that he starts waving his arms, making happy noises.

Jack looks over. “What? Maddie, he’s gotten into the cookie jar!”

“I’ve got it!” Maddie walks over and scoops Danny up in his old Anti-Ghost-Phasing Blanket. Soft, warm, and totally ghost-proof.

Danny whines. “Cookie!”

“I said not yet, honey.” Maddie grabs the cookies and puts them on the counter. She safety pins the blanket around Danny like a little cape, except it takes away his powers.

Danny sits in his chair, throwing a fit! But to no avail. Eventually he just sits there, tear-faced and angry.

And then Jazz walks in. She looks over at the cookies, and then at Danny.

She walks over and snatches them off the counter as quick as she can! She casually walks over to the table, and hands them to Danny.

Danny brightens up. He shoves one cookie in his mouth, and gives the other back to Jazz. His original intention.

Jazz smiles, and scarfs the cookie down just before Maddie turns around.

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“Why?” Danny looks at his mom with wide, innocent eyes.

Maddie’s heart aches. “People might get scared.”

Danny frowns. “Scawy?”

“No, no, you aren’t scary. But the... idea of ghosts, for a lot of people, can be scary.”

Danny thinks, and then walks over to the fridge. “Scawy.”

Maddie looks at the drawing Danny is pointing at. It’s Jazz’s drawing of The Ghost.

The one that’s been haunting them for months.

Black horns, it looks like. Red eyes. Deathly blue skin. It makes Maddie shiver, knowing it had direct access to her children for so long. 

Danny starts to cry. “I scawy!”

Maddie scoops him up. “No, no sweetie! You are nothing like that monster, nothing like it at all! And you never will be, I promise!” Maddie hugs him tightly. “Oh, my poor baby... how about we take a break? Do you want to help Jazz paint something?”

Danny sniffles, and nods. They head upstairs, leaving the talk for another day.

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“Kindergarten, Jack,” Maddie says, packing the little lunch box. “He’s already in Kindergarten!”

Jack is already openly sobbing as he makes Jazz a sandwich.

“Do you think he understands what he needs to do?” Maddie asks no-one in particular, just worrying.

“He understands perfectly!”

Maddie jumps a little, and turns around to see Jazz smiling proudly. Danny stands right next to her, a shyer smile on his face. Maddie tears up at the sight of him with his little backpack and school outfit on. 

Jazz looks at Danny. “Go ahead! Show them what we practiced!”

Danny puffs out his chest to look strong. “I won’t go through anything, turn invi-invisi- um, turn not-seeing-me, I won’t fly, and, um... and if I feel another ghost, I’ll use this!” He pulls his little Fenton Emergency Pager out of his pocket.

Maddie wipes her eyes. “Perfect, honey,” she says, letting the pride seep into her voice. “Oh, my baby boy! Growing up so fast!” She picks him up and kisses his face. Danny wraps his arms around her neck.

“Do I have to go, mommy? They’ll think I’m scary.”

“Oh, honey. You aren’t scary, I promise.”

“... What if I need to be scary?”

“Mommy will come be scary for you.”

“She very good at it,” Jack chimes in, shivering a little as he remembers the time a ghost attacked while Maddie was buying Danny’s first pair of little shoes. By the time it was over, Jack almost pitied the thing.

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Maddie gives Danny one last hug. “Remember, calls u anytime you need us, okay?”

He nods. “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Daddy. I love you, Jazz.”

“You’re just going to school, not saying bye forever.” Even as Jazz says it, her lip wobbles and her voice cracks.

Danny floats up to the car window give her a hug, before being quickly held up by Maddie to cover the power use.

“That’s the only time today you’ll do that,” she reminds him. 

Danny nods.

Eventually... the goodbyes are done being dragged out. Danny’s family drives away as the teacher leads him inside.

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Danny sits on a swing by himself, not sure what to do.

Usually at home he plays using his powers. He doesn’t know how to be good at tag without making it so people can’t touch him, or how to play hide-and-seek without turning invisible.

He kicks the sand. This is stupid. He misses Jazz. He can play with her.

“Hi.”

Danny looks up. Another young boy is standing in front of him, holding some kind of electronic. The boy holds out his hand. “I’m Tucker.”

Danny shakes his hand, focusing very hard on keeping it a real hand. “I’m Danny.”

Tucker shows him the electronic. “Want to play my game?"

Danny looks at it. It’s a coloring game. He nods.

They pass it back and forth between each other for a while, both coloring in different parts of the same picture. 

Eventually it’s time to back in. Danny and Tucker ask if they can sit closer together.

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“So, how was it?” Maddie asks, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she picks Danny up. “Have fun?”

“I made a friend!” Danny yells! “His name is Tucker and he’s really nice!”

Maddie relaxes. “Oh? How did you meet?”

“He let me play his coloring game!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“We made a tower out of blocks and it was the strongest ever! And I never used my powers!”

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie!”

Maybe Maddie can stop worrying now. ... Probably not.

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“What if we gave it big scary horns?” Danny says as he doodled something in crayon. “Like the thing that watches my window.”

Tucker looks at him with wide eyes. “A monster watches you?”

“My parents don’t let it touch me. They hunt ghosts.”

“Oh. Do you hunt ghosts?”

Danny shakes his head. “I’m too little.”

“Oh. Me too.”

“You should give it bat wings.”

They both look up. The quiet girl who usually sits in the back is standing in front of them, her hair pulled back in a tight black braid and her clothes perfectly pressed. 

Danny looks at the drawing, and nods. He adds the wings. “We’re drawing the monster from that story we heard today.”

The girl sits down. “I bet it had claws. And could breathe black fire!”

Danny adds them on. “You’re really smart!”

The girl nods. “I am.”

“I’m Danny.”

“I’m Tucker!”

The girl grins. “I’m Samatha.”

“Wow... that’s a long name,” Danny says, eyes wide. “My sister has a long name too. Do all girls have long names?”

Samantha thinks. “I dunno. I haven’t met all girls.”

“Oh. We don’t know all boys, either.”

They spend the rest of free time coloring. Once it’s over, Samantha moves to sit with them.

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“So, how was today, sweetie?”

“I made another friend! She’s really good, and her parents make her have long hair but she wants it short, and we made this with her!” He shows Maddie the drawing.

Maddie grimaces a little, but turns it into a smile. “It’s lovely, dear. Looks... a little like Jazz’s picture.”

Danny nods.”The monster in the story lived in the window. So does this ghost.”

“... What?”

“He lives by my window. But he can’t come inside, so I make faces at him and make him mad.”

Maddie speeds up a little. “Danny, we’re going to be altering your windows when we get home. Okay?”

“Okay.”

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Danny leads Sam and Tucker to his room with his tiny arms full of snacks. He brings them inside, and proudly stands in the middle. “This is my room!”

"Cool!” Tucker exclaims. “Whoa, you have a computer?”

Danny shakes his head. “That’s to keep ghosts out. Ghosts hate us.”

“You’ve seen some?” Samantha asks, eyes wide.

Danny grins. “So many!”

“Can we see some?”

“Sure, I can even-”

They hear a gasp in the doorway. Turning to look, they see Jazz. “Danny, you didn’t let me meet your friends!”

Danny looks horrified. “Oh no!” He runs over and pulls Jazz into the room. “This is my big sister Jazz! She’s the coolest big sister!”

“I’m Tucker!”

“I’m Sam!”

Jazz grins. “Guess what I learned yesterday?” She points out of the room. “How to use the remote!”

The trio of toddler’s eyes sparkle. They cheer for Jazz as all of them descend, ready to Take Control Of The TV!

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“-and this is The Box Ghost,” Danny says, showing his friends the doodle him and Jazz made at home. “He’s silly. He wants to be scary, but he isn’t.”

Tucker and Samantha nods like it the most important thing they’ll ever learn.

Danny pulls out the next drawing. “This is Scary, the ghost from my window.” It’s a new drawing, a little more detailed thanks to Jazz being better at drawing now. And Danny having seen the face so, so many times. “I don’t see him anymore. Mom and Dad kicked him out of the window.”

“He’s ugly,” Samantha says, wrinkling her nose. 

“He looks stinky,” Tucker agrees.

Danny looks over at the window. “Shhhh! He’s here!”

Tucker and Samantha look at the window. They see nothing.

They look back at Danny. They see little puffs coming out of his mouth, and his eyes are the wrong color.

Danny pulls his pager out. “It’s okay. Mommy will come scare him away.”

“We can’t see him,” Samantha says.

Danny nods. “He’s hard to see.”

“Do you have to have glowy eyes like yours?” Tucker asks. “I have to have glasses. Are your eyes like Ghost Glasses?”

Danny thinks, and then nods. “I guess so. ... OH NO!” He covers his eyes. “You aren’t supposed to see that!”

“Why not?”

“Mommy said it’s a secret! You’ll think I’m scary!”

“But it’s not scary.”

Danny tilts his head, still covering his eyes. “It’s not?”

“No, it’s cool!”

He slowly uncovers his eyes. “... Do... you think this is scary?” He holds out his arm, and makes it invisible.

Tucker and Samantha gasp! Danny pulls his arm back, about to cry. They think he’s scary, they won’t be his friends anymore-

“That’s so cool,” Samantha says.

“I wanna do that!” Tucker exclaims.

Danny can’t believe it for a second. And then he grins. “I can do more stuff too! I’ll show you at my house!”

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Maddie paces the floor while Danny sits on the couch, his little face burning with shame.

Jazz sits next to him, arms crossed. Jack stands in front of him, Maddie pacing beside her husband.

“You told your friends?” Maddie asks again.

Danny nods, keeping his head low. “I didn’t mean to. I saw Scary, and my eyes turned green, and I can’t fix that.”

Maddie sighs. “I know, sweetie, but you showed them more after! We caught you flying them around your room! How can you even carry both of them at once?!”

“It’s easy when I’m a ghost,” he says, still keeping his head low. “Everything’s easy when I’m a ghost.”

Maddie stops pacing. “Oh, sweetie... I know it must be strange for you to suddenly have to hide it.”

Danny nods. He sniffles a little.

“It’s for your own safety, son,” Jack says. “You understand that, right? We just want you to be safe.”

“Other kids can be mean, Danny,” Jazz says. “I’m smart, and some kids are mean to me for that.”

“But Samantha and Tucker aren’t mean!”

“No, they aren’t,” Maddie concedes. “... I guess what’s done is done. Danny?” She kneels down in front of him and gently lifts his head up, wiping his tears away. “We aren’t mad. We’re worried. They’re your friends, but they also don’t understand this the way we do.”

“... Can you make them understand?”

Maddie nods. “We’ll absolutely have a talk with them. You can go get them from your room right now, even. But Danny? No-one else. Okay? These two kids are the only kids you will ever tell. Promise?”

Danny nods, still sniffling. “Promise.”

Maddie puts on her HAZMAT glove and holds out her pinkie. “Fenton promise?”

Danny links her pinkie with his, letting it go ghostly. “Fenton promise, Mommy.”

“Okay. You can send your friends down now.”

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Danny waits for his mom to come pick him up, Samantha and Tucker sitting next to him.

Samantha looks up suddenly. “I don’t like my name.”

Danny and Tucker look at her.

She stands up. “From now on, my name is... is Sam!”

Danny and Tucker clap, because they learned that’s the polite thing to do when someone has a dramatic moment like this. They learned it from watching the older kids do a play.

Sam sits back down. “I’m Sam,” she says happily. “Sam.”

“Sam is a good name,” Danny says. 

“Easier to write,” Tucker says. 

“Yeah.” Sam is very proud of her new name.

They wait a bit longer, and a long black car pulls up. Sam stands up, but her parents don’t step out.

A tall, white-haired man does, one none of them have ever met before. He smiles down at them. “Hello, Danny. Hello, Danny’s friends.”

“Who are you?” 

“I’m a friend of Danny’s parents,” he says, giving a slight bow (or maybe just bending over to hear them better since they’re so much shorter than him). 

“I don’t know you,” Danny says, accusatory. “Mrs. Emma told us about people like you!”

The Man shakes his head. “I’m not a stranger, I promise. Your parents and I are very close.”

“I don’t know you,” Danny says again. He steps between The Man and his friends. “I’m gonna tell Mrs. Emma on you.”

“Danny, really, your mother called and asked me to pick you up.”

“You liar! She always picks me up!”

“She’s fighting a ghost right now.”

“She leaves fights to come get me!”

The Man sighs. He grabs Danny’s arm. “Stubborn like your parents. Come on, I promise you’ll be fine.”

“NO!” Danny yanks his arm, trying to get away. “LET GO OF ME!”

“Stop making a scene!”

“LET GO! YOU-”

Danny gaps, a puff of breath coming out and his eyes turning green.

“S-Scary,” he whimpers. “SCARY! MOMMY! MOMMMYYYY! SCARY HAS ME!!! HELP!!!”

Danny yanks again, Tucker and Sam finally running inside to get Mrs. Emma! 

The Man scowls. “I’m trying to help you, little badger!”

“YOU’RE THE SCARY IN THE WINDOW!” Danny looks at him with bright eyes, tearful and afraid. “GET AWAY!!!”

Danny’s little hand glows green, and suddenly The Man is clutching his stomach instead of Danny’s arm. Danny runs inside, right into Mrs. Emma’s arms. He sobs to her as she frantically calls the police, trying to read the plate of the car speeding off into the distance.

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Maddie hands Jazz a Baton. “This is in case this ‘Scary’ come after you,” Maddie says, still shaking a bit. “Okay?”

Jazz nods. 

“Danny, this is for you.” Maddie hands him a black-and-white suit. “This is to keep other ghosts from sensing you, okay? So wear it under your clothes.”

Danny nods, still crying.

Maddie looks at Sam and Tucker. Their parents were late picking them up, but with the attempted kidnapping it was decided that they’ll stay with The Fentons for a few hours until their parents could get them.

“You two get these.” She hands them Fenton Pagers, and Fenton Fun-Sized Ghost Stunners. “They can hurt people too, so only use them on ghosts. Or if someone tries to do... what you saw today, ever again.”

Sam and Tucker nod.

“And Danny? From now on, wait with Mrs. Emma until we come inside to get you.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“And when I get my hands on this ‘Scary’, I promise you’ll never have to worry about him again.”

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Danny looks around to see if anyone is watching. He, Tucker, and Sam are crouched under a desk in the classroom while everyone else is out at recess. 

He holds out his hand to the stack of paper, and closes his eyes. For a second, nothing happens.

And then it glows green, and a small beam shoots from his hand! Tucker and Sam gasp!

“You’re like a superhero!” Tucker exclaims, standing up. 

“A ghost superhero!” Sam says, standing up too. “You need a superhero name!”

Danny shoots up, smiling widely. “What should it be?”

They all think for a long, long time.

Sam perks up. “I know!”

She grabs a book from the corner. The book is a Halloween one, mostly for pictures with just a few words. She flips to a page, and points to it. “This word! It means Ghost!”

Danny and Tucker peer at it. “How do you say it?” Tucker asks.

Sam grins. “Phantom!”

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“Phantom?” Maddie says, looking at the doodle.

Jack nods. “Apparently Sam came up with it! Our boy wants to be a ghost hunter after all!”

“Superhero, this says.”

“Same thing!”

“Jack, what’re you making there?”

Jack holds up the suit, one of the prototype Anti-Ghost-Detection suits for Danny. “I got out my old needlepointing stuff and am making him a superhero costume! See, it’s a P!”

Maddie squints, trying to get a better look at the outline. “It looks like a D.”

Jack looks at it. “Hmm. I guess from some angles. But it’s a P! Or, DP! Danny Phantom!”

Maddie’s expression goes soft. “Awww! Okay, you keep making that, and I’ll hang this doodle on the fridge! But no actual ghost fighting until he’s at least fourteen, right?”

“Absolutely!”

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Danny steps into the school “Halloween Party” with his hands on his hips and a bright grin, looking like a mini-version of his dad behind him.

“Aww, and what are you dressed as, Danny?” Mrs. Emma asks.

“A superhero ghosthunter!” Danny says proudly. “My parents made this for me!”

“It’s great,” Mrs. Emma says genuinely. “Alright, go mingle! We’re going to make paper jack-o-lanterns later so now is the time to trade candies!”

Danny walks over to his friends, still striking the pose. Tucker, dressed as a robot made out of cardboard boxes, pouts in slight jealousy as Danny comes over. Sam, dressed as a vampire, grins. “P for Phantom!” she yells.

Danny runs over faster. “Yeah! My dad put the logo on!” He shows it off proudly. “I’m gonna be the best ghosthunter ever!”

“You can work from the inside!” Tucker says, getting over his jealousy thankfully quick. “Make them think you wanna haunt stuff too!”

“Yeah!” Danny strikes another pose. “But I’m actually going to catch them all, because I’m Danny Phantom!”

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Danny and Jazz are playing with dolls in the living room. “Pow! Take that!” Danny shouts, making his doll punch Jazz’s.

“Nooo!” Jazz cries out in a husky voice. “But how? I’m The Scary! Nothing can not fear me!”

“I don’t fear you!” Danny waves the hand of his doll, making laser noises. Jazz shakes her doll around, making dying noises. “I’m Danny Phantom, the strongest ghost boy ever!”

“Nooooo!”

Maddie chuckles, watching them. “That Scary better watch out for more than just us.”

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“Where are we going?” Danny asks again.

“It’s a surprise!” Jack says again, still as excited as when the road trip started. 

Danny huffs, looking out the window again. “Why couldn’t Sam and Tucker come?”

“Because they’re spending Summer visiting their families,” Maddie says. “And so are we, sort of.”

“I though Auntie lived in Spittoon,” Jazz says.

“She does! This is different.”

After hours (years in the minds of the kids), they pull up to a mansion. All fo the boredom washes away instantly, Jazz and Danny cramming into the window to see it!

“Are we rich?” Jazz demands to know. 

“We’re well-off, but not quite. Welcome to your honorary Uncle Vlad’s house!” Maddie cheers.

“Vlad was out best friend in college!” Jack says, grinning. “He got back in contact with us a few years ago and we’ve been thick as thieves since! He asked us too come over this weekend, and we thought we’d surprise him and let him meet your two at the same time!”

Danny and Jazz cheer! THEY GET TO STAY IN A MANSION!

The family piles out of the car, and stand in front of the door! Maddie and Jack make sure Jazz and Danny look extra nice, and ring the doorbell!

It takes a long minute, so they ring it again!

Finally, a man opens it up! “Oh, Maddie, Jack, I’m so sorry I didn’t hear-”

Danny shrieks. His eyes are glowing bright as they can, his breaths giant puffs! He holds up his hand and send a little beam right into Vlad’s side!

Vlad falls back with an “Oof!”

“Danny!” Maddie scoops him up. “What on earth has gotten into you? Oh, Danny!”

Danny is sobbing pointing at Vlad. “It-it’s him! The-The Scary! He-he tried to take me!”

Maddie and Jack freeze. Slowly, they both look at Vlad. Jazz pulls out her Baton.

“Vlad?” Maddie says coldly.

“Didn’t I only invite you two?” Vlad wheezes.

Jack points a ghost detector at Vlad. It goes off.

“Now, now, I can explai- AGCK!”

Jazz starts happening him with the Baton before he can finish his sentence. Maddie hands Danny to Jack. “Sweetie, close the door and take Danny back to the truck. I need to have a word with Vlad.”

Jack does as told, holding Danny in his lap and soothing him.

“He-he tried to take me,” Danny sobs again.

“Don’t worry, son.” Jack hugs him tightly. “No-one’s ever going to be able to do that. We’ll always keep you safe. We promise.”

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“And what do we always wear while testing new devices?” Maddie asks, handing Danny a Fenton Ghost-Zapper that would use Danny’s own ghost energy to work.

Danny grins, and puts it on. “Face mask!”

“Because?”

“Because lab safety is very important!”

Maddie grins. “That’s right! And who do we thank for reminding us of that every time we’re in the lab?”

Danny points. “Jazz! Thank you, Jazz!”

Jazz grins proudly. 

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OMG UR CAIUS FIC WAS SO GOOD COULD YOU DO SOMETHING AB ARO PLEASE

a/n: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to write for Aro, he’s one of my favourite characters, more so because of Michael Sheen’s performance. I put a slight reference to something in this, you might catch it if you know other projects Michael Sheen has been in, but you might not, and that’s alright. Hope you enjoy <3

another a/n: I did put one or two feminine terms in this work, such as ‘mia regina’ which is ‘my queen’ in Italian, so do skip over it or replace it with something else if you’d like. I love writing this type of material in the middle of my classes, it adds so much adrenaline to not get caught.

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Aro Volturi With A Human Mate

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Instead of being angry and frustrated like Caius, Aro was more excited.

Like as if he was getting ready for a big party.

A human for a mate was inevitable for some vampires, of course, but Aro didn’t expect to be included in the some.

He was excited since it was rare for such high profile vampires to socialize with humans.

Aro often gushed to his brothers, excited to meet you, but also for them to meet you.

He wanted to host a ball for your welcome.

But Marcus noted that it would probably be slightly frightening for you to be in a room full of vampires.

Most of the vampires would look at you as if you were some sort of a snack.

Because it Marcus’ comment, Aro assumed it would be a greater choice to send an invitation to a tour of the castle.

Free of cost, of course.

When you had received the invitation, you were beyond excited.

An invitation to a tour of an ancient castle with endless legends, for free?

Absolutely.

The tour was the next day, so of course you were slightly nervous.

When the tour commenced, a very pretty woman named Heidi lead the tour group.

She began to speak of secrets of the castle, as well as secret corridors and legends.

Some things a normal tour guide would most likely have no idea about.

Heidi then looked in your direction, and smiled brightly at you.

“It’s very lovely here. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Just when she had finished her sentence, she opened the doors where there were three men sitting in thrones, and what seemed to be 4 guards.

The man who sat in the middle, greeted everyone and began speaking greatly of the castle.

He had only stopped when he motioned for your tour guide, Heidi, to come forward.

She did as told, and held her hand out towards him.

You would have thought it was to greet him, but it seemed like he was concentrated, or zoned out.

“Magnifico! I will get Demetri to escort them.” (Translation: “Magnificent! I will get Demetri to escort them.”

A man who you assumed was Demetri, walked in your direction.

“Come with me, all will be alright, rest assured. However, do not look behind you.”

You went with him, doing as he said, but immediately turned around when the rest of the tour began screaming.

“What the hell was that?!”

Demetri just grabbed your wrist and brought you upstairs.

“Just stay in here, I’ve been instructed to keep you under my eye. Aro will explain everything to you.”

“Aro?”

“The man who sat in the middle throne.”

You nodded, and decided to sit on one of the window seats.

You wanted to ask Demetri as many questions as you wanted to, but you didn’t want to bother him, or disrupt him from his job.

When the door had opened and Demetri bid his farewells, you had turned around and saw Aro.

“You must be Y/n, correct?”

“Yeah, and you’re Aro?”

“I am, I assume you have a good amount of questions?”

You nodded, and Aro moved swiftly but smoothly towards the opposite side of the window seat.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

He sat opposite to you, and smiled slightly at you.

“There’s no need to be afraid of me, or the others. You’re the most safe you could ever be in the castle. I promise you, I will keep you safe.”

“May I ask why the rest of the tourists were screaming when I left?”

“I sense that that question should be answered later, appropriately.”

You were slightly frightened as to what the final answer would be, it could be anything.

Perhaps there was a reenactment of the past after you had been escorted, one of the tourists got pushed and the rest screamed since one of them fell, or the worst:

They were murdered.

“I feel like I already know what happened.”

“I sense that you do know, too. I will tell you everything in a moment. But for now, would you care to lend me your hand?”

You trusted Aro, though you were positive your ancestors were screaming from above or below not to trust him.

You held your hand out in front of him, and before he held your hand in his own, he asked for permission or something else.

“I want you to think of the happiest memory you have stored in your mind, I will describe it to you. I will not see anything else besides the things you want to show me, unless I have your permission.”

You thought of a memory, and then placed your hand in Aro’s palm.

He covered the back of your hand with the palm of his other hand, then he began telling you small details of your chosen memories you had even forgotten about.

When he was finished, he brought his head up from looking down, and smiled at your face of bewilderment.

“That is so cool! Is that like your superhero power?”

Aro smiled widely at your interest in his gift, and began explaining what his was.

“I have a gift, it’s called tactile telepathy. I can read everyone’s thoughts and memories with a single touch. The others in this coven have multiple different gifts, they help keep us safe.”

“So you’re all like superheroes?”

“Vampires, darling.”

After that, Aro enjoyed seeing your memories whenever you two were apart for some sort of time.

Especially say you were having a difficult time attempting to explain something to him, he would hold your hand and immediately understand what you were trying to say.

“I understand you, cara mia. I always will.”

And he was right, he understands you in every way possible.

Aro memorized your body language on how you react to different things, as well as your facial expressions.

When you’re uncomfortable with something, he will do absolutely everything in his power to make you comfortable.

Aro will burn down the entire world for you.

When it’s time for you to go to sleep, you best believe that Aro set up the most lavish and comfortable room for you.

The best and most comfortable bed, of course.

You lay down on his chest, and he brushes the hair out of your face, admiring your tired eyes looking back at him.

“Would you like for me to read to you, dearest?”

You nodded your head, and Aro would get up from wherever he was seated, swiftly retrieve a book, lay back down next to you, and begin reading.

He loved having you hold his hand while he read, it lets him see what you’re imagining the scene that he’s reading to you.

And when you fell asleep while he was reading, he would be so very content.

You curled up next to him, sound asleep on his chest.

Aro adored seeing what you were dreaming.

He loved how humans brains worked while they were sleeping, keeping your mind entertained with multiple little scenarios.

When you woke up, however, Aro would prefer to have you describe your dreams, if you remembered them.

He loved to learn more about humans, especially in the modern age.

And you loved to learn more about vampires, especially in the ancient times.

Aro would often tell you stories of each coven he encountered, his old family and friends, and his past human life.

As much as he wants you to be changed into a vampire like the rest, he can’t help but smile whenever you got slightly nervous around him, stuttering over your words, and hiding your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

He pays attention to little details about you.

Especially your eyes.

Even the shade of your eyes stops him from changing you. Your eyes wouldn’t be as unique anymore, they’d be the same red as everyone else’s.

“You have the most magnificent shade of colour in your eyes, mia regina. I simply cannot get enough of them.”

Being absolute best friends with Demetri.

But wherever Demetri was, Felix wasn’t too far behind.

You three are like a troublemaker trio, always causing trouble and pulling pranks on different members of the guard.

Never Jane or Alec, though. Unless it was a scheduled board game night or something along the lines.

Which Alec loved to take away different players senses, allowing him to cheat in the games you’d play.

He doesn’t do it all the time, though.

Marcus was a lot more welcoming towards you, perhaps more than anyone else.

Whenever Aro couldn’t, he’d show you different areas of the castle you hadn’t seen yet, and would give you wonderful pieces of advice along the way.

“Remember to stay true to yourself, never let anyone think for you.”

Aro will spoil you insanely.

If you mention a specific piece of clothing even once, you better expect that when you wake up the next morning, Aro has an elegantly wrapped package placed at the foot of your bed with a note written in fine handwriting.

“Mia amato, I have seen you speak of this article of fabric, and I have gone out of my way to make sure you have every little thing you admire. I need you to be the happiest you can possibly be. Please accept my gift, and meet me by the gardens by noon. I’ll see you then. Cordialmente, Aro.”

You two have annual walks throughout the garden, usually during golden hour. The sun still above, but setting at the same time, making it seem like Aro was made of a trillion Tiffany Yellow Diamonds.

He loved finding a flower that suited your mood for the day, and putting it behind your ear.

“My beautiful.”

You two often walked either arm in arm, or hand in hand, but sometimes you would hold him closer with your arm wrapped around his waist, your head leaning on his side or shoulder.

Often times, when the moon is visible, you would slow dance together, looking at each other with smiles on your faces, just appreciating each other’s presence.

Usually, Aro would come back into the castle around 2 in the morning, carrying your sleeping self up to your shared room, after you had fallen asleep on his shoulder while sitting in the garden.

The rest of the kings and guards would be predominantly more happy than from before you had arrived.

You had given Aro something to look forward to after trials and mountains of work, something he didn’t have for hundreds of years.

Though, Caius was still slightly jealous of you.

You had practically stolen one, if the not the most, needed member of the vampire world. Aro was nearly as focused on you than he was on trials and legislature.

He’d warm up to you eventually.

At least, you hoped.

Speaking of trials, you wanted to sit in and watch the trials, to see what it was about, and how it worked.

You knew the most of it, of course, Aro had already told you. But you wanted to see it live.

Aro was quick to say no, he didn’t want you to get hurt, or worse, killed.

He understood what would happen to him if his mate was killed, Marcus was the example. He couldn’t even bear the thought of you not being by his side.

Though, you owning the key to his heart, convinced him to let you watch, letting both Jane and Alec stay on either side of you, protecting you if anything were to go wrong.

You would usually sit on Aro’s lap, and then the throne when he had to see what was truly going on by using his gift.

Jane usually stood on the left of the throne, and Alec on the right.

Mainly since Caius sat on the throne in the left, and Jane loved to torture the criminals.

He loved the front seat view.

Constant look backs of reassurance to make sure that you’re alright.

Nearly always having your hand in his.

Forehead kisses.

Constantly bringing the back of your hand up to his lips.

Getting the absolute best care in the world, health wise especially.

When Aro proposed, it was in the bedroom the both of you share, and he was reading some poetry to you.

All was going swell, and then he got to one page.

“I can write no stately poem

As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem

I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals

One to you seem fair

Love will waft it till it settles

On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden

All the loveless land.

It will whisper of the garden,

You will understand.”

At the end, you were leaned up closer to him, looking at him in awe.

He closed the book, and placed it aside gracefully, before leaning slightly closer to you. Placing his hands overs yours.

“Do you remember who wrote that, cara mia?”

“I do. That’s Oscar Wilde, right?”

“That’s right. There’s so much I want to say to you, especially in this particular moment, but I don’t think there’s enough words to express my love and affection towards you. I’ve known you for a little while, and I can feel the bond between us, and I know you can feel it, too. The universe has guided us together, and I am so very thankful for every second we have spent together, and I’m even more thankful for the rest of eternity we have. However, I am the most thankful of the fact that I have the most gorgeous human as a mate. I love you so much, anima mia. Will you do me the best thing that could ever happen to me in my thousands of years, and marry me?”

You said yes, obviously, who wouldn’t?

You leaned over to press your lips against his, as he held one side of your face with one hand, and the other hand slid a ring on your ring finger.

While Aro wanted an extremely lavish wedding, with all the diamonds in the world, you wanted something more of a homely essence.

So you compromised, and had a bit of both.

Aro invited nearly every vampire to the wedding, wanting to show you off in every way he could.

The Denali’s, Cullens, Irish coven, everyone was invited.

Except for the Romanian coven, Vladimir and Stefan. Not trusting them to be in your presence.

The wedding was held in the garden, the arch where Aro stood had your favourite flowers intertwining around it, with diamonds pressed in the centre of each individual flower.

Demetri walked you down the isle, smiling proudly when he handed you over to Aro.

Proud that his leader had finally found true love, and that one of his best friends is finally where they need to be.

After the official wedding ceremony, the rest of the night and day were spent smiling and showing off each other to the guests.

When the night ended, it was finally time for you to be changed to a vampire.

Aro sat by the bed were sitting on, making sure that you were absolutely ready to be converted to a vampire for the rest of eternity.

“Are you ready, my darling?”

You nodded your head, and Aro took one final look into your coloured eyes, attempting to remember every small detail of them.

Aro then moved your hair away from your neck, before placing his lips over where he would finally bite down and turn you immortal.

“Just say when, and I’ll see you after.”

[koishua]

→ enhypen hyung line sending you to sleep when you can't.

notes from vie: yes this is very self-indulgent thank you very much <3 anyways, pulled this out of my fifty+ drafts and i hope you enjoy! feel free to let me know about your thoughts through your reblogs or feedback!

→ heeseung.

you would be snuggled up by his side, laying still and yet completely wide awake, mind in a frenzy. for a moment, you'd consider waking him up to tell him about your problem, but one look at the clock changes your mind. it was past three am.

he would eventually notice, though. you wouldn't know how or why, but he'd slowly blink his eyes open, feeling your warm hands still securely held in his even while asleep. maybe it's your unnaturally fast beating heart that rouses him from sleep, you never know.

he would squeeze your hand in reassurance, now fully aware of the way your breathing had picked up its pace. your anxious thoughts would have driven you insane had it not been for his gentle hums of a lullaby you had never heard before. he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear and do his best to calm you down.

→ jay.

leaving your shared bed to get up and walk around the house in hopes of calming down from whatever was messing with your mind that night. not that it helps, but you would make yourself a cup of warm tea to soothe yourself, mindful to not wake jay up.

he'd eventually do when he feels the cool bedsheets, the usual source of warmth nowhere to be found. he'd be confused about where you could have gone to since you were the type to not leave the bed at night for anything. he would release a sigh of relief when he finds you downing the last of your drink on the living room couch, a blanket over your body.

without saying anything— no need to— he would sit right next to you, checking your forehead for your temperature in case you were feeling sick. with nothing out of the ordinary, the thought would finally dawn on him. so he would place your head to rest against his chest, listening to his heartbeat to lull you back to sleep there on the couch. he'd carry you back afterwards.

→ jake.

you'd have your face nuzzled into his chest to try to make yourself fall asleep, but no matter how long and hard you tried, your mind still wouldn't let you have your rest for the night— morning, actually. it would be nearing four am and you would be fighting for a wink of sleep.

jake would try to change into another position while asleep, however he would take quick notice of your arms wrapped around his torso. he wouldn't feel as though anything was off, he would just want to see your face so he'd check on you only to notice how your eyes were wide awake.

he'd chuckle lowly, then put a hand behind your head securely to give you a sense of comfort, beginning to retell stories from his childhood in english. his little accent brings familiarity with it, calming your nerves and allowing you to just sway back and forth in his voice, soon asleep and feeling a pair of lips right between your brows right before you are off into dreamland.

→ sunghoon.

this time, it would be you who would have his face nuzzling the crook of your neck, his lashes tickling the skin of your collarbone. it would be as peaceful of a night as ever with the moonlight filtering softly through your blinds.

your hands would be running through his disheveled hair just the way he adores it, his dark strands trickling right through your fingers. he was a sucker for your hands playing with his hands and hair, and it would help him relax so much.

however, that would also be the reason why he would wake up. you would still be playing around thoughtlessly and he would wonder why you hadn't gone to sleep yet. he would slide a hand over your eyes to shut them closed with a tired smile, peppering your neck with butterfly kisses— he'd also trace small patterns on your arm mindlessly and keep you company until the moment your eyes start to finally feel droopy.

[melodramaschild]

𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

Navigation || Age limit: 14+

Summary: you find your own way how to copy with your bad mental health

Warnings: a, htc, mh, hallucinations

Let me know if I forgot anything

Words count: 1 332

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, feel free to reblog.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

By now, you were laying on your back in the warm grass under the dark blue sky and little tiny stars who were shining on you and Remus next to your side.

He looked at your face and how it was shining so lovely under the stars and the small moon in waning crescent phase.

He looked at your face and how it was shining so lovely under the stars and the small moon in waning crescent phase.

He looked at your face and how it was shining so lovely under the stars and the small moon in waning crescent phase.

And how the stars flickered in your eyes and how your pupils danced over the sky.

“Will you finish the story?” Remus asked, wanting you to continue with your little talk about your day.

“Oh okay. So…” you took a deep breath and thought about your day once again.

“Well then I woke up, took my shits and went away because who am I to stay in school when my anxiety is kicking my ass?” you laughed at that. Now more relaxed than earlier that day.

Coming to the hill, lay down on the grass and looking at the stars with Remus was something so relaxing for you.

“I’m glad you went away. You know, always take care of yourself even if it means running away from school.” he said and you both chuckled at this.

The conversation went for a little bit of hours, not one of you getting tired.

“…and then I saw a huge, like, huge huge star and I thought that it’s airplane-“

“Dove…” Remus sighed and interrupted your speech.

“Hmph?” you turned to face him.

“You should stop.”

“Stop with what?” you asked like you had no idea what he’s talking about.

“With talking to me. And don’t start with ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ you know that very well.” he sadly sighed and sat up, looking down at you.

“You know I’m not real…”

“Oh…” you squealed. His words hurt you once again. And the worst part was that you knew he was right.

“Just ten more minutes?” you asked with a naive hope.

He sighed and looked up and then back down at you, noodling for agreement.

“Just ten more minutes…”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

“Hey dove?” Remus called and poked at your cheek in a poor attempt to wake you up.

“What do you want?” you growled at him from your duvet.

“It’s your birthday, dove. C’mon, let’s celebrate it.” he whispered and took your duvet so now you met with the cold air.

You turned to the other side of the bed and looked at the clock.

“Remus, it’s 5 in the morning, you idiot.” you said and closed your eyes again, nuzzling into Remus’ side, just to feel some warmth.

“And? That's the whole point, we have so many things to do!” he happily sighed and made you get up and slowly dragged you into the bathroom.

He sat you down on the bath, took your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth.

“Femus of fmon.” you said with mouth full of toothpaste.

“No one of that, my precious. Today is about you and I’ll take care of you today.” he said and kissed your forehead.

“Anf fill you fipe my aff ftoo?” you asked and made Remus laugh.

“You’re disgusting.” he laughed and continued brushing your teeth.

“But yes, I would if you would really, REALLY, need that.” he admitted and finished his work.

You smiled at that and locked him in your hug, your head resting on his lower belly.

“Thank you so much.” you said with toothpaste on your mouth. And now the toothpaste was also on his T-shirt.

“Hey! That was my favourite one!” he said and played offended.

“And it’s also a memory.” you said and he chuckled at you.

The day went so damn well. Everything was according to his plan.

And it was to make you happy and make you forget about your responsibilities and bad things in your life and just to take a day off.

You sat on your bed, Remus next to you and you leaned to his side. Looking at the stars while eating small pieces of birthday muffin, now without candles.

Suddenly the wave of sadness and being well aware about what is about to happen next hit you.

“Remus?” you asked.

“Yes, little one?” Remus said and rubbed your shoulder.

“Are you gonna leave me tonight?” you asked, still looking at the stars. Because it would hurt if you looked at him.

Remus chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“No, not tonight. I’m gonna stay with you and I’ll be here when you wake up, alright?” he said and looked down at you.

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“Remus no!” you shouted at him as he opened the door. Remus ignored you, ignored your tears slipping from your eyes and your pleads.

“Remus no, you can’t leave me.” you shook your head, letting tears wetting your jumper. His jumper. You called it his jumper, though it was never his. You just bought it second hand because it reminded you of him and you believed he would wear this one and then tucked you in in it.

“Please Remus.” you whispered as your last chance. Remus stopped in his tracks, he turned his head around. He was truly heartbroken by the look on your pretty face.

“You know I have to.” he whispered back.

“You know nothing!” you shouted back, your whole body shaking from all the crying and arguing.

“Dove…” Remus sadly sighed.

“Please don’t leave me…” you whispered, thinking you could have one more chance. You just couldn’t let him slip away again. He was everything you ever had.

“You left me last year… after two months with you.” you were still whispering, silently begging him not to leave you again. He needed to know what he did. How he made you feel.

“After two months my mind created you, after I started seeing you, after I started feeling your touch.” the tear slipped from your eye, dripping from your hot cheek on your jumper. As you were looking at him now, all those memories came back. All those pretty two months were repeating in your head again.

“Please, little dove.” Remus sighed. Please don’t beg me, please don’t beg me to stay because I can’t promise that.

“And then you l-left me,” you hiccuped in your tears. “h-here a-and I c-couldn’t…” you started to lose your breath, slowly starting hyperventilating.

“Breathe, shh,” Remus quickly came to you, cupping your cheeks and his thumbs wiping away your tears. “Slowly, breathe it, that’s it.” Remus praised you as your breathing came back into normal.

“And I couldn’t see you or feel you and now you’re here again and you’re telling me that I need to move on?” your voice broke and you placed your hands on his warm ones.

Remus didn’t say anything, only stood there like he was paralysed.

“That I need to forget you? Why the fuck you came back then, huh?!” your sadness was quickly replaced by anger. Anger that he wants to leave you again. That he even dared to come back.

“Because it has been a year and I left without saying goodbye…” Remus spoke so gently. He was so nice to you and it drove you mad.

“So you came back to say goodbye?!” you spitted out at him and more tears slipped from your eyes.

“Y/N, you need to understand. Even when I’m only in your mind I care about you and that’s why I’m back. You deserve a goodbye.” Remus tried to explain it to you as best as he could. “A proper goodbye, that’s why I’m here.” he whispered, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“But why, Remus?” you sobbed.

“Because I’m not real and you need to move on.” he pulled you into his hug, comfortingly rubbing your back.

[gojosgigi]

I really loved how your wrote Megumi having a nightmare with the reader comforting him! If you’re taking requests, could you do one with Megumi x reader where they’ve been sent on missions constantly that the reader ends up falling asleep on Megumi’s shoulder. Maybe Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo tease him once they start noticing it when they travel for missions?

hello, love! thank you so much for this request! i’m so so sorry for the delay, i’ve just been very nervous to post this for some reason. really hope you like it. i tried, hahaha. 🤍

thank you to the beautiful @astralwaifu for always reassuring me and helping me out !! love you. ✨

vampire-y vibes.

warnings : cussing, mentions of alcohol.

“hello, my favourite pupils!” satoru says walking inside.

y/n groans from under the covers, “i was just about to fall asleep. thanks. thanks a bunch, sensei.”

nobara, who was seated at the table, chuckles at y/n’s remark.

satoru laughs, “well, suit up, y/n! we’re going to kyoto!”

“”suit up”? i regret telling you about that show!” she gets up, resting her back against the headboard of the bed. “and another mission? can’t you just take yuji and stuff.”

“i am, but apparently, this curse is awfully powerful and the building it has taken over is huge. we’ll need more manpower.”

y/n huffs in response, getting out of bed.

“i hate that guy.” y/n mumbles to nobara, walking over to the restroom to freshen up. nobara laughs.

“i heard that!” gojo calls from the entrance.

“yuji and nobara, you cover up-stairs. megumi and y/n, ground floor. me and nanami will cover the rest. clear?”

“why do i have to go with nobara?” yuji wines, earning a light slap at the back of the head by nobara.

“because gojo satoru is a sadistic man.” y/n pats his back, her lips pressed into a thin line. gojo bites back a chuckle at her remark.

with that, they separate. everybody going their way.

“now, megs. we’re looking for anything that would indicate where exactly the curse might be. a sound, perhaps.”

just as y/n finished her sentence, they hear a loud bang. “am i making things happen? am i a witch?” she comments with a mischievous grin, earning a head shake from megumi.

y/n takes a hold of megumi’s hand, leading him over to the direction from where the sound came from.

megumi felt butterflies in his stomach from the small gesture.

reaching there, without thinking much, megumi presses her against the wall, leaning towards the corner to see what it is.

megumi inhales sharply at the sight, “it’s yuji. he fell down the stairs.”

“what a man.” y/n holds in her laughter.

“yeah?” he leans back, a small smile on his face.

she was looking up at him to meet his gaze, hair messy, lips parted.

she looked like an angel, he thought. he took a second, admiring her. before he realised what he was doing and immediately let go of her with a flustered look on his face.

“this feels like a champagne-worthy moment” yuji says, getting up from his seat.

a yawn escapes form y/n’s lips, she puts a hand over her mouth. leaning towards megumi, she says, “do you sleep, megs? you give me vampire-y vibes.” he turns to her with furrowed brows

“vampire-y vibes?”

“i don’t know, man. i’m tired, shhh.” she puts her finger on his lips. megumi hated how much even the smallest of touch coming from her affected him.

“yes, and it would feel as an even more of a champagne-worthy moment if you all were legally allowed to have alcohol.” nanami replies to yuji, without looking up from his phone.

���what a bore, huh y/n-cha—“ he turns to her, but stops when he sees her peacefully asleep. head rested against megumi’s shoulder, her soft snores audible.

with a smile adorning his lips he looks up at megumi, who was trying his best not to move so he doesn’t wake her up.

soon nobara and yuji also notice, and coo at the sight.

“fushiguro—“ yuji starts to speak, but gets cut off by megumi shooting him a look for being too loud.

“sorry, sorry.” he whispers.

y/n starts to shuffle slightly in her sleep, so megumi brings up a shaky hand to pat her cheek lightly as an attempt to calm her down.

she cuddles into his side, subconsciously taking a hold of his arm and bringing it closer to herself, mumbling something inaudible.

megumi’s face started to turn red, looking up at the teasing looks his friends gave him.

“megumi-chan~” gojo calls.

the three of them get up from their seats, and start to dance, whisper-singing, “megumi-chan’s got a crush on y/n.”

megumi sighs, turning his head to nanami who was on his side.

“i’m never going to hear the end of this, am i?”

“i wouldn’t plan on it, if i were you.”