#and he whines and complains and cries about how everyone hates him

[c04l01l]

my dad is such an asshole

[dollyonm0lly]

THINKING ABOUTTT

caracalla lusting after getas wife, crying because he can‘t have her and finally going to geta to propose having her marry him aswell

at first geta is against it because you‘re HIS property and sharing with his whiny stupid brother makes him angry but eventually he caves in

„but we can take turns“ caracalla whines and cries until geta gives in, the thought kind of entices him 👀

and you‘re absolutely not pleased, caracalla freaks you out but now you have to obey him aswell

TW: kinda of noncon, crazy Caracalla.

“This is a bad idea" is what you don't say, but it shows in your gaze as your eyes meet Geta's, he being a little further away from the bed where you are sitting, making it a little difficult to see him clearly in the partially dark room, only lit by the ambiance outside of the windows. Your eyes now wander towards the brother closest to you, Caracalla, who is standing in front of you, you try to ignore him, fix your head in the same position and keep it that way, your attention only on his detailed robe so close to you.

“She defies me” - Caracalla says to the wind, there is no immediate response, and you can't detect what the mood of his voice could be, neutral, perhaps? There are moments with Caracalla when you can feel all his emotions, he screams, cries, reacts violently and impulsively, and there are times when it seems like there is nothing... Nothing, you haven't felt anything of what might be coming now, what emotion he will show you next, and that scares you. He scares you. And when you feel a strange hand coming towards your face, unfamiliar, you don't think twice about dodging it, your head slightly hesitating back, running away.

You can feel your face sweating from the tension in the room, and you know you've screwed yourself after running from your Emperor's grasp. You hold still, your hands clenching the fabric of your dress, your knuckles white with the intensity of your grip. - "Stay still for him, dear” - You can hear Geta say in the distance, your heart immediately tightens in your chest in a feeling of betrayal, however, you don't seem to be the only one reacting badly to his words.

“Stop bossing her around, you're too bossy and I'm tired of it, and... And I talked to you about it! You said you'd share control over her, so stop trying to talk for me” - You hear Caracalla complain to his brother, his voice still a bit too steady for the stiff way he said them, you can see in your peripheral vision how he clench his own hands into fists as he speaks, and it doesn't help your nervousness one bit. Geta doesn't offer him an answer.

“Take off your clothes” - The older brother says as he turns his attention back to you, he seems to want to take on a commanding tone, but when you listen a little better to the edges of it, you can hear a slight whimper of a sulking child in the background of his words, as if he is begging you to obey him, and that, that is never a good sign with Caracalla.

You hesitate again, not moving a muscle. You feel numb, lost.

“WHY ARE YOU NOT OBEYING ME? WHY ARE YOU PRETENDING NOT TO LISTEN TO ME? I TOLD YOU TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES. WHY ARE YOU STILL IN PLACE? ARE YOU STUPID? STUPID, STUPID, STUPID” - There it is, what you hate the most, the screaming and the crying, the way he freaks out, and you are the target of it now, you feel a burning disgust in your body for your husband, you look for him in the room, and when your eyes meet, Caracalla notices, and misunderstands the situation - “Why... Why are you looking at him?? ARE YOU SEEKING AUTHORIZATION FROM HIM? I AM EMPEROR TOO! DO YOU FORGET? DOES EVERYONE FORGET? IS GETA EMPEROR ALONE? HE IS THE ONE EVERYONE LISTENS TO, EVERYONE PLEASES, EVERYONE RESPECTS…” - The older brother screams and screams in your face, and eventually, you can start to hear the strangled sobs in his voice, he's crying now and curling up in himself, you try not to roll your eyes at the crybaby in front of you, and you even think about talking back to him, when you're interrupted.

“Fuck it, just stand still then, stupid” - You hear him say in a harsh tone, and soon after, you feel his rough hand grab your entire face, throwing you back on the bed until your head hits the mattress. He climbs on top of you, and with so much access and advantage over your body, he begins to forcefully undress you, tearing the delicate nightgown of your body, throwing what are now rags to the bedroom floor, you scream and try to hide yourself with your hands, but it does little good when you see the excitement in the Emperor's eyes above you - “You are so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, I'm so happy, brother! She is perfect” - He repeats, like a kid in a candy store, he examines you all over, forcing the hands that previously protected you from his intrusive gaze against the bed, holding you down, you squirm and try to kick him, but his weight on top of you makes your struggle more difficult.

“Make her feel good, brother, soon she will be less wary of you" - Geta says as he leaves the shadows from which he watched the whole scene, approaching the bed to sit on it, you hate the way his words treat you like an animal, how his eyes seem hungrier watching his brother attack you than when it's just the two of you alone, how his hand still dares to try to caress your face affectionately, resting it on top of your head like he always does. You feel like you could vomit right now. He senses it - “Her breasts are sensitive, why don't you try?" - He suggests, licking his lips in anticipation, watching his brother nod.

Caracalla still seems a little dizzy admiring your body, his own trembles with satisfaction just from seeing you, from feeling you so close, your eyes, your mouth, your skin, your smell, everything about you calls out to him, he can feel his body warmer than normal and his eyes fall as if he had never slept in his life, it feels like a dream. He pants through his mouth, seeming to prepare himself, slowly lowering, as if not to scare you, as if he doesn't scare you just by existing, his eyes never stray from yours, nor yours from his, what you think is rebellion on your part, he takes as affection.

At his first contact with your breasts, you feel a weak moan leave your lips, not yet prepared, seeming to forget that you should contain yourself, that you hate him, he leaves kisses down the center of your chest, slowly leading them to your left breast, kisses all over, and then to the right, kisses all over, he seems strangely affectionate compared to the outburst from seconds ago, he takes his tongue out, showing it off quite a bit to your suspicious eyes, and takes it to one of your nips, circling it, testing the waters, and reciprocating positively when you moan even with your lips closed. He closes his eyes as if enjoying a feast, let his tongue travel over you, and licks soon turn into sucking, it doesn't seem enough for him, he needs more, much more, he needs to have your entire breast in his mouth and suck it as if his life depends on it, release it with an audible 'pop' and then, go to the other one. And that he does.

Minutes seem like hours, you moan and moan, and not only you, you hear Caracalla moan as much, seeming to feel more pleasure in sucking your breasts than you in having them sucked, he pants and growls against them, bites them, and makes it seem as if he is not even stopping to breathe, too busy admiring your body as if to him you were God, he can't hold himself back, he has wanted this for so long, you were everything to him, still are, he can't believe he deprived himself of touching you for so long. You can feel him humping pathetically against one of your legs, his erection still under his red robe, he doesn't even care, he cries with pleasure as if he is already inside you, as if just rubbing himself like a dog against your thigh was a blessing, you can hear the cries and sobs again, the little whimpers, but now he seems to be in heaven on Earth.

“Make my brother happy, moan his name, dear” - You hear Geta whisper in your ear just for you alone to hear, something malicious and perverse in his voice, he seems to be entertaining himself watching, you can't see him well where you're lying, you wish you could, you wish you could see if he's touching himself by the image of his brother defiling you, you wish he'd bend down and capture your lips with his, you wish you could suck him off and bring him the satisfaction his brother is feeling at the moment. But the only thing you get are caresses in your hair, on your forehead, like a puppy that has done well.

“Ca- Caracalla…” - You say in a weak moan, uncertain of your own words, even as he begins to make you wet between your legs. You don't feel like yourself when the words leave your mouth, and maybe you've been out of your own body for a long time, you just hadn't realized it. You feel him writhe and moan in gratitude as he hears his name come out of your mouth, something wet smearing your leg. It doesn't take you long to realize that the sticky stuff is coming from Caracalla's robe, he's cumming inside his own clothes, just by humping himself against you. Next, you feel your chest wet, more tears probably, since you can hear him sniffling below you.

You unconsciously rest a hand on Caracalla's head, closing your own eyes.

[aajjks]

Desperado (m)

synopsis. There was no time for intimacy and jungkook learned the hard way.

warnings: MÄTÜRE THÈMÈS. YÄNDÊRÊ, DÄRK, mêntǐöns öf prẽgnâncy, mêntǐöns öf älmöst dy-ng dürïng chïldbïrth, obsěssïvè bëhävïöür, pössessïvênêss, jk ïs cräy cräy, cryïng, smüt (förëpläy), kïssïng, lüsty jk, he ïs jǔst hörny änd w-nts tö fück lmäo

note. I understand that this kind of a topic can be a sensitive topic for many of us, pregnancy is not something everyone is comfy reading about so viewer discretion is advised!

He never wanted you to get pregnant.

This was not supposed to happen,

Jungkook couldn’t help but glare at the tiny little sleeping human in the white crib as he sat right infront of it.

The baby’s chubby cheeks huffed as he took little breaths, a little hue of pink sprinkled over them.

how could he sleep so peacefully after ruining Jungkook’s life! Jungkook bit the inside of his cheeks in jealousy.

This tiny little brat has already taken you away from him. You were Jungkook’s only happiness but now ever since you gave birth, you are obsessed with this little devil.

You have forgotten about Jungkook completely. He who was the reason you got pregnant in the first place!

Jungkook regretted doing that… why can’t he ever control his lust when it comes to you, and now his lust was the result of the baby who was sleeping so peacefully right infront of him.

And now, here he is after so many sleepless nights to watch over the baby while you were busy showering. You are really paranoid and possessive when it comes to the child and it’s safety.

And you have made jungkook promised that he’s going to watch over the baby while you tend to your business.

Jungkook’s head hurts so much. When was the last time you guys had sex? He can’t even remember. It’s all gone now.

You have been snatched away from him and he can’t do anything! Jungkook will never understand why you wanted to have this baby anyways?!? You guys together were already perfect.

And not to forget that you both are still so young, and there was no need to hurry.

This child is a devil and you fail to see that! Having this baby almost killed you, your fragile self was not ready for it, Jungkook hated him so much, so fucking much.

But you have always so stubborn.

Your maternal side was something that Jungkook used to adore, because you were always so loving and caring towards him.

But now? Now that you were an actual mother, you completely neglect your boyfriend. Jungkook huffs in annoyance as the thoughts run through his mind.

You always wanted to become a mom.

His glare never left the baby who was soundly asleep, it was unfair that how much he looked like Jungkook, anyone could tell that that was his son.

It was undeniable. The baby even stole his face!

Jungkook hates his child so much!

Jungkook hated children, he always despised the idea of someone else coming in between you, you were always supposed to be his and only his!

Jungkook is a needy person and he knows that… he needs your love and attention like a little child, he is addicted to you, and now that his addiction isn’t being satisfied.

He is starting to lose his sanity.

“Y/N…” Jungkook whines into your warmth as he feels your fingers scratch his head, his warm breath hitting your tummy as his hands grabs wrap around it, his legs are resting onto yours as the man is on top you, laying so peacefully and your scent is calming his mind and your touch feels so good, His eyes are closed as he snuggles deeper and deeper into you.

Your hair is still wet, and you smell so fresh.

God… you smell so good, how much he’s missed this… you.

“Y/N…. I miss you so much..” You hear Jungkook speak in a broken tone, like he is so tired. “You don’t pay me any attention anymore, you don’t care for me anymore…” he cries, his head shaking to the sides, as he lifts his face up from your belly. “I need you so much… you don’t even make love to me anymore!”

He whines again, complaining as he looks into your eyes while you look at him with confusion, Jungkook stares at your face, he notices the tiredness, your eyes are absolutely tired, dark circles present. “Please love me too! You only care about him!” He groans as he nuzzles his face in your neck.

It tickles because hes breathing so heavily.

“When was the last time you touched me, do you even remember Y/N? Fuck… I ache for your touch on my body… please.” He could barely whisper, but his tone changes to a seductive one as he presses light butterfly kisses on your neck. You close your eyes as your heart clenches in guilt when you hear the desperation in his voice.

Even though he’s complaining most of the time, but he’s not completely wrong.

It is true that you have been neglecting him, heck, you love your baby so much that you have forgotten about Jungkook.

“I’m sorry baby… you are right… I’m sorry… but I’ve been so tired ever since… Ji-Hwan came into our lives… I’ve been super focused on him- “B-But what about me yn?” he cut you off, eyebrows furrowing as he removes his head from your neck, and he is glaring at you, “I should be your first priority!” Jungkook harshly says but when he sees you getting shocked at his sudden change in demeanor.

And now he feels guilty.

so his eyes soften, and he apologizes,

“But I can’t really blame you because you are so tired… please, let me make you feel good… you look like you need it.” Jungkook gets up from your body and takes your hand and guides it towards his crotch.

You gasp as you feel it.

“See? I’ve been so needy for you that your touch got me all hard… please kiss me, can I have a kiss now? Baby don’t you think that I deserve it?” Jungkook’s eyes are dark, hey bites his lower lip, eyes filled with lust, as he leans close to your face stopping his rambling.

He looks at your body, and he notices the dress that you’re wearing. It’s cruel how much you look good in that dress, it’s so simple yet so sexy.

Your lips were only a centimetre apart, until Jungkook connected them together, your lips immediately melt into his.

Jungkook doesn’t waste a second to take your breath away by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, exploring it, his tongue hitting every corner of your mouth.

His hands grab onto your breasts as he squeezes them, moaning into your mouth, his kiss only gets more feverish as he starts to grind close to your heat.

You moan lightly at the fraction, as he presses his lips to yours harder, moaning again.

“F-Fuck… you feel so good baby… need you now..” he cries, voice all breathy and you can’t help but whine in response, your body feels so hot.

His husky voice sends shivers down your spine, he pushes you into the bed as your lips finally disconnect after what felt like hours.

Jungkook quickly takes off his shirt as he climbes on top of you, impatient and hungry.

His hand plays with the strap of your floral dress, but it’s been so long that his warm hands feel so cold and, foreign to you. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He curses in excitement as he pulles you in another kiss.

Your lips connecting together once again, Jungkook groans in desire. His strong hands grip on your shoulders so tightly that you welp in pain.

“Sorry baby can’t really contain myself… I need to be inside you so bad!” His voice was laced with lust, he was almost crying, his apology is rushed.

But as soon as his hands are between your legs, his fingers taking your panties off, you’re waiting in anticipation, And he’s almost taken them off,

I can’t believe that he’ll finally get to have sex with you after so long. His heartbeat is so loud and he is so impatient but then the luck isn’t really on his side, because you guys hear the baby monitor beep, and your senses awaken immediately in realisation.

“Jungkook get off! He’s awake, he must be hungry!” You push the man off you as you quickly get up,

Not giving a chance for Jungkook to react or even comprehend, what just happened now, he’s watching you with shock in his eyes,, you exit the room while fixing your dress before, he can call out your name.

And behind you, Jungkook cries, cussing out loudly, growling,

“FUCK MY LIFE.” with a raging boner.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

The Maid (Homelander)

Description: FireCracker calls out Homelander for loving his maid and he doesn’t hide it from her.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,142

Request:

Request for a Homelander fic

Reader is Homelanders maid and was cleaning the meeting room while the seven watched him have an argument with firecracker in there and she gets scared thinking he’s gonna yell at her or do something so she decides to stay quiet and wait and she hears firecracker complain that he’s always hanging out with her and not paying attention so he and he bluntly admits it and decides to pull yn out her room and show firecracker he actually wanted yn and decides to fuck and breed the living hell out of her infront of the seven and firecracker the next day of course hearing about her pregnancy he got so goddamn happy the baby fever disappearing and they both date and he cares for her and not just a month in her married her and they have a happy ending

I’m so fucking hungry for smut

His bruising grip on her hips as he thrusted into her hurt but in a good way. Her head was placed on the table along with her hands that tried to get a grip on something as if she would float away in pleasure if she didn’t. She bit her lip trying to keep quiet given where they were. The Seven’s meeting room. Risky place but Homelander loved the idea of someone barging in and seeing him rearrange her organs as she cried his name.

“You’re a good little maid aren’t ya?” He asked, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to respond. Not with the way he was fucking her. He chuckled, “Yeah you are. Always listening and never arguing with me, unlike the seven.” He trailed off and she finally let out a moan. Homelander smirked as she finally let loose, letting out all the moans and whines that she could make.    

He was pissed. The look in his eyes screamed danger and that anyone in the room was in harm's way. He gritted his teeth as FireCracker tried to comfort him but that’s not what he needed. She didn’t truly know him at all, she just thought she did. Her obsession with him was annoying and he hated that he gave into it after so long. What was he going to do, kill her? He did like the idea that she was willing to do anything for him but so was Y/N.

Oh Y/n, his true love. Who looked truly scared at the moment and was scared that she was about to get yelled at or killed. Homelander would never hurt her but that was certain to her. “It’s about her, isn’t it?” That question knocked him out of his thoughts. He looked up at her with a glare, “Who?” He growled. “That stupid maid you have.” He was quick to stand up and make her back away a little. “Watch your mouth.” He growled. “It is! You are always with her! You don’t actually love me, it’s her.” He shrugged, not seeming phased by her words. He kept a straight face and admitted it, “You finally noticed! Good job.” He said sarcastically and her face fell. “What?” She asked in disbelief.

“Don’t look surprised, everyone knows it. Y/N lock the door.” Y/N walks over to the door and locks it. “Come over here.” He tells her but he isn’t mean, not like he is with the others. Y/N did as she was told but was very nervous. Homelander confessed his love to her several times and promised that one day she wouldn’t have to be his maid, but his wife. She didn’t hold that to him but she wasn’t expecting what was about to happen. He walked behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her to him. “Sit.” He demanded to FireCracker who looked scared at this point. He ran his lips up Y/N’s neck, “See this is a real woman.” He says as he makes eye contact with FireCracker. Y/N’s eyes were closed as he did this.

One of his hands moved up her little maid dress that he made her wear. Her breath hitched as his fingers rubbed little circles on her thigh, moving higher and higher to her embarrassing wet cunt. She was never allowed to wear panties, easy access when needed. Like right now, as he felt how wet she was. “My god, you are soaked. Does the idea of me breeding you in front of her turn you on?” He asked. She nodded but that wasn’t good enough, “With words.” He said as he began rubbing circles on her clit. “Yes.” She moaned, not daring to look at FireCracker. “Mmm perfect.” He said before pushing her down on the table, ass up. She squeaked in shock as she was forced on the table.

He lifted her dress up her ass and spanked her. “See? She’s very obedient and doesn’t question my actions.” He says as he pulls down his pants. She whimpered as she felt his hard dick against her ass. “What you don’t know is that I have been inside this pussy so many times.” He informs FireCracker as he runs his dick against Y/N’s dripping hole. “Nothing compares to it.” He groans as he enters her in one go. She lets out a loud moan, not expecting him to do that but it felt good anyways. “Yeah you like that, don’t you?” He asked as he snapped his hips. She moaned a yes and he chuckled, it was like FireCracker wasn’t across from them, watching in horror.

The fact that he has fucked her multiple times while playing around her with was sickening. Y/N never seemed phased by it, knowing his true intention. “She has the perfect pussy.” He moaned, speaking up his thrusts. Heavy breathing and their moans filled the room, FireCracker not being able to look away from the scene in front of her. “John.” Y/N whined as he reached forward to rub her clit. John, that was his real name. Something FireCracker only knew because she was a stalker. But he only ever liked it on Y/N’s lips. Most importantly when she moaned it. She was no longer quiet as his thrusts and rubbing got harder and felt better. She didn’t care that FireCracker was forced to watch, she was enjoying this.

“I want you to cum for me and show her who you belong to.” He groaned and she nodded weakly. He always made sure that she came before him, something you wouldn’t expect him to do. Her breathing got heavier and her hands gripped the table. She was close, right on the edge about to fall. “Cum for me.” He groaned and that she did. She gasped and cried his name loudly as she came all over him. His hips never stopped so he could cum as well. “I’m going to breed you and make you mine forever.” He told her and moaned loudly as he came inside of her.

She loved the feeling of his cum inside of her; it almost made her cum again. He stayed inside of her while he looked at FireCracker, “I want you to get the fuck out of here and never speak il of Y/N again.” He told her and she nodded and got up. She unlocked the door and left. He pulled out of Y/N and she fell onto the table, exhausted. “Are you okay?” He asked her and she nodded. 

FireCracker watched from the side of the stage as Homelander brought Y/N out who was very much pregnant and announced her as his wife. She scowled and the scene of her with Homelander’s baby inside of her. She looked away into the crowd as they kissed and he told the world how much he truly loved his wife.  

[junimojo]

More Bob headcanons because you guys really seemed to like the first one

(+ some SentryAgent if you squint)

TW: suicidal thoughts/attempt, & mentions of past addiction

I’m genuinely floored that my first Thunderbolts headcanon post got so much positive feedback and I didn’t think anyone would see it or care, so I really appreciate all of the kind comments! Doing this is helping me get back into the groove of writing again and it’s turning into a nice coping mechanism as someone with GAD and PTSD. It’s nice to finally have a character like Bob to relate to. I’m glad other people like these as much as I do!

Headcanons start under the cut. Please refer to the trigger warnings at the top of the post and in the tags. Movie spoilers are also ahead!

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Growing up, Bob was always told that he looked just like his dad. A spitting image of him, even. From the time he was old enough, he kept his hair longer and always shaved his face clean. He would rather not have the face that hated him stare back at him in the mirror.

The first time the team heard Bob laugh out loud was during a trust exercise in training when Alexei suggested a trust fall. Ava didn’t catch Walker. The thud of Walker’s body hitting the floor and the much too long silence that followed made Bob double over and laugh so hard he lost his balance and fell. Not a giggle or a chuckle– a genuine, loud, belly laugh and a smile so wide that his cheeks hurt. (Bonus: Bob snorts when he laughs really hard. He hates it, but it’s how everyone knows he’s enjoying himself. Walker denies his heart skipped a beat when he watched Bob fall down laughing. Bisexual awakening has officially begun.)

Solo or group grocery shopping trips usually end with Bob coming back to the tower with snacks, sugary drinks and/or candy. Walker teases him for having the diet of a teenager whenever they go together, but he learns Bob rarely got to try these things as a teenager due to his addiction, so he lets him throw whatever he wants into the cart. He likes sour and gummy candy the best.

Bob’s the type of person to complain about his stomach hurting after drinking milkshakes, but he still does it anyways because they’re good. He missed out on a lot of things during his addiction and he isn’t going to let a stomachache ruin it, no matter how much he’ll hate himself for it later. “That’s a problem for me 2 hours from now.” He says. And then he whines about how his stomach hurts and he thinks he’s gonna throw up. He never learns.

Quality time, acts of service and physical touch are Bob’s love languages. He doesn’t need to be doing the same activity the team is doing. Just as long as they’re nearby or he’s in the same room as them, he’s fine with being a fly on the wall or in the corner doing his own thing. He keeps his mind busy by doing chores or other small deeds around the tower, like cleaning, laundry, the dishes, or (attempting to) cook dinner. The way Bob physically relaxes when he’s hugged or has his face cupped in someone’s hands is both adorable and sad seeing how touch starved he is. The smallest touch can bring him comfort, even if it’s linking pinky fingers, letting a hand rest on his lower back, or the gentle scratch of a beard brushing against his cheek.

There are some nights where Bob will have an occasional nightmare or two. He doesn’t know he talks and cries in his sleep, or sometimes he cries out to his mom. Yelena once went to check on Bob in the middle of the night when she heard him crying, but she found somebody had beat her to him, listening to quiet shushing and hushed comforts. Bob woke up confused that morning wondering why Walker was in his room, snoring away next to him.

Bob is afraid of heights, but he found himself at the top of the tower one day. He’s afraid to die, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about how the team would be better off without him. He’s basically a walking nuke that needs constant monitoring or else Manhattan will disappear again, or worse. He wasn’t able to control himself yet. He didn’t want to put the team through that responsibility and to him, simply leaving wasn’t the best option. Bob did almost fall, if it wasn’t for his shaky legs, tripping over himself and falling flat on his back onto the roof. He laid there, staring at the sky and cried his heart out. He’s grateful to be afraid of heights.

[xxstylefntsyxx]

Female Daisuke x female reader.. PLSSSSS

MY FIRST ASK FINALLY YESSS YESS HEHEHEH OFC I WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! (The scream i did running to my phone when my tablet notified me! Thank you, Anon! ) Girlie's for the girlie's! Alright, so here are the rules! Everyone got the same name cause I'm not finna rack my brain on names my poor mind will break. And also, umm, bare with me, hehehe.......

Themes: Fluffy, I'm sorry, dark themes, comfort, love before the storm, mention of death

We fell in love in Octoberzl- thats why, I love fall

You were downstairs making some coco. It was a nice fall night, and you two were restless trying to beat each other in a game of skullgirls. You came back upstairs with two simple mugs and cookies.

"Alright, baby! Are you ready to lose again? For the second time?" You asked seductively. Daisuke turned around in her chair with a pout, "Nah, uh! I didn't lose! You quiet literally cheated!"

"How do you cheat at this game, daisuke?" You asked, tilting your head slightly. She didn't know what else to say, but she stubbornly huffed a, "Fine! Have it your way! Cheater."

You came over and set down the tray, "Well we'll just have to see about that." You got over to your respected chair, putting your headphones on.

☆hour later☆

"And that's game!" You said triumphantly. Daisuke turned around with a face of pure shock, "You are so.... so! Lucky I love you." She got up to wander over to you. You were busy setting up the next game when her hands wrapped lovingly around your shoulders.

She leaned down, kissing your neck slowly, "So~ Since you won, what's for today's agenda?"

You gave her a knowing look, "Movie, Snacks and Blankets sound good, don't they?"

"You're such a dork!- What movie are we watching?"

She snuggled close to you with her hand around your upper chest. She indulged herself in a nice boob pillow while she asked endless questions about the movie you chose.

"Okay. So quite literally why didn't the dad just I don't know, believe his son. It's a world of animals! Isn't that pretty absurd already!?" She complained.

"It's littlest, dude. I'm not gonna explain it again." You said with a goofy grin. You faked a pout when her eyes met yours. But those large brown eyes that had galaxies far beyond comprehension, they got to you. Your face faltered.

Your hands fell upon her face. Swishing her little cheeks together, making her nose scrunch. You wandered why this felt familiar...

"You need to be held responsible for your crimes against me! Not tell me stuff! Hmmph!"

Oh....

Right, because you weren't at home. You were on a ship that had crashed with dangerous individuals. You two weren't hugging and laying around the house. You were holding her hand like a baby, trying to fix what was broken.

"DAI! PLEASE STAY CALM! I- I PROMISE YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT!" She looked so peaceful before. You hated when she cried. She sniffled and whined, pain set deep in her shoulder. She couldn't move much, occasionally shifting from the pain that struck her.

Stupid Jimmy, making her climb through that vent. She just wanted to help - she just wanted for Anya to be alright. Alright? No, everything was not alright!

Jimmy stood their like an idiot. Shaking with wide eyes filled with those fake crocodile tears. You were quick on your feet. Storming towards him in malice. His face didn't change when you grabbed his shirt.

You hit him once, twice, one more time before you screeched, "What did you do! What did you do to her!? Look what you've done! Look what you've DONE! YOU CAN'T FIX IT JIMMY! YOU NEVER FIX IT! YOU JEVER FIX ANYTHING! YOU WORTHLESS SACK OF HORSESHIT!"

"I can fix it!" He babbled like a baby, but you weren't having it. Your fists were raw, raining down on Jimmy with intent to kill at this point.

"You can't FIX ANYTHING! YOU'RE A FUCKING DISCRACE! YOU NEVER WANNA TAKE RESPONSIBILITY! AND NOW DAISUKE! She's-"

Shing-!

"Won't have to suffer this way no longer..." Swansea's voice broke the cries and hits from the two of you. He sat on his knees, axe in hand staring down daisukes shaking form.

"Closer your eyes, daisuke." He commanded with a rather soft voice. Shoving Jimmy aside, your hands flung to cover her body. "Swansea, no! There has to be another way! You can't-!"

"Look at her. Tell me if this is what you want? You want to be selfish and put her through pain like she's curly!? Do you think I wanna do this!? No! The answers, no! I don't want to do this Y/N! But goddammit-!" His voice elevated, but the cry of poor daisuke made his voice lower.

Your eyes shot to her, soft, scared face. Stained with a permanent expression of pain. But her eyes slowly followed up your face. Both of you shared a moment, her soft eyes tears spilling from them.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" You confessed profusely, you grabbed her hand, "We were supposed to get married, remember? Live off in a house where the ocean is a sea of crystals."

Her whines lowered slowly. Her shuffling came slow but still rather shakey. Your eyes couldn't stop-you hated this. Why you two? You two hadn't done anything wrong to Jimmy. It wasn't fair he could do this and get away.

You smiled softly, "You are my best friend, my lover. I promise I'll find you in our next life. And, we will do it all over again. This time, we won't be here. We'll live exactly like we asked, too." You kissed her forhead.

Her body convulsed into another traumatic tremble. Swansea grunted, holding the axe above his head. You couldn't watch. This was a nightmare, and you wanted it to end.

Her cries made you sick, but you bared it. Holding her soft manicured hand in yours. The blood made it sticky, and the feeling made yours run cold.

"Useless waste of sunshine. Just trying to do as your told." He said with a knot in his throat. His eyes averted from hers, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there to do my part. I'm sorry this had to happen to you."

Her last breath sounded like words in your ears. "Lo-ve-! Yo-!" Her hand once gripping yours with blood running through it. Slowly, slowly sitting to release that familiar grip. Your eyes went wide, and you sobbed. You were screaming into the air profanities and woah's. Bawling up on yourself, Swansea dropped his shoulders. His breath came quickly, looking st the floor on his hands.

Jimmy stood up, shaking with his hands in front of his chest fumbling. He left quickly through the exit to the west wing. Swansea didn't let him get away easily. He grabbed the axe, wincing when her face slid with it. He wanted to break down- but not before he ended the man who murdered his kid.

There was only one thing you could do. Sit down and just cry. Cry because you lost her. Cry because someone who everyone thought was trustable took away lives of the good. All because he was a sick individual. Vile, with heinous thoughts.

You started reminiscing. On those good days to soothe you. Holding yourself next to her, you laid down quietly. You closed your eyes, listening to the vibrations underneath the metal floors. You found her hand again.

Yours shook, grabbing it to interlock your fingers. Humming that song that she loved while her body lay still. You were trying to soothe yourself some more. Dreaming off a life you could've had.

BANG!

Oh, how you wished this hell was over. So you couod return to your perfect little daisuke. Sitting happily on the bed while she blavbed about some meta game, you would play with her for a chance, even if you didn't know much about it.

Her smile, her laugh. You await your turn. This ride of hell was tireding. You just wanted to go home.

"In another life."

In another life- I will be your girl

[insomniac4000]

Suspect Challenge- ChrisMD

“Stop your complaining this is going to be fun,” Y/N smiled putting on her jacket. She looked over to her boyfriend Chris who was placing his shoes on with a slight frown on his face.

“That’s easy for you to say, everyone loves you. The last thing I need is more ammunition for the boys,” Chris whined, he actually pouted like a little boy. She would have found it cute if she didn’t really want to do the challenge. It was all over Tiktok, famous couples and the like gently roasting each other as they ran along. Chris looked at his girlfriend of seven months face and pulled on his Colombia jacket knowing he had no choice. They had only been public for a few weeks but the fans seemed to love her already and that was only from one picture and one conversation on The Fella’s which Chip and Cal gave their approval and noted how much more relaxed Chris seemed now he was settled. The couple decided they weren’t going to make a habit out of their relationship being public, he had done that before and she had her own regular job as a Physio. This was a challenge however they couldn’t pass up, it was everywhere and despite his grumblings he knew it was going to be fun.

It was dark out, but just light enough to film, they had a game of rock paper scissors and it was decided, Chris was going to run first. The burns came thick and fast.

“Suspect is five foot six but still manages to hog all of the bed.”

“Suspect is known to have dated half of the women in the UK before finally realizing I’m the only one who can handle him.”

“Approach with caution: suspect will try to turn everything into football analogies."

“Suspect still not over his ex taking the cat, even though he can’t admit it.” The last one was when Chris took action

“Oh you did not mention Smudge!” He wailed before jokingly running off.

Then it was Y/N’s turn, she started to jog with a smile on her face.

“Suspect claims to be a physiotherapist but spends all weekends glued to the couch.”

“Suspect claims to hate drama but somehow knows what every influencer on the platform is currently fighting about.”

“Suspect can cook but can’t bake, claims it’s a mystery but has eaten half of the batter before it gets into the oven.”

“Be advised: suspect highly emotional and will cry if she hears a sad song, a happy song, or literally any song."

I do NOT cry that much!” Y/N cried before pretending to run away dramatically

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Why Won’t Bang Chan Let Nicholas Drink? | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Chan tells STAY why Nicholas isn't allowed to drink.

WARNINGS: Nicholas is an emotional whiny drunk.

@cafekitsune made the dividers | Nicholas Ross Master List

Another Chan's Room episode and another chaotic conversation with STAY. Chan had been talking about his room when a comment caught his eye.

"Who in Stray Kids doesn't drink?" Chan read as he laughed. "I don't."

"Nicholas isn't allowed to drink," Chan continued as he watched the comments.

He thought of the first and last time Nicholas got drunk. It was a completely new experience with the younger boy, and Chan wasn't trying to have a repeat.

"Nicholas has only gotten drunk once, and I plan on keeping it that way," He laughed as he crossed his arms.

"Why isn't he allowed to drink?" Chan hummed in thought as he looked up.

"He gets super emotional," He answered as he tilted his head. "Like, everything makes him laugh or cry. There is no in-between."

He remembers the experience like it was yesterday.

"I still don't know how he got drunk. He was there one second, and he was gone the next."

"Does anyone know where Nick went?" Jeongin asked as he looked around the living room.

Everyone was at the 3racha + Hyunjin's dorm for a sleepover. They had pillows and blankets covering the floor with snacks and a hot meal Minho had cooked.

On the couch lay Felix, Seungmin, and Hyunjin. In front of them were Jisung and Minho, with Chan and Changbin to their right. That left Jeongin and Nicholas to lie on the left of Minho.

"He came out of nowhere, and Felix showed him something, and he just started crying."

Nicholas walked into the living room. Well, he waddled more than he walked. Moments showed where Minho came up with the nickname Penguin.

Without a word, Nicholas waddled over to Jeongin and kneeled over him before flopping down. Letting out an 'oof' when Nick collided with him, Jeongin wrapped his arms around the older.

"Look, Bug," Felix cooed, waving his hand at the tallest male. He smiled when Nicholas looked up at him with bleary eyes. "It's a kitty."

It was a kitten. A gorgeous tuxedo kitten wrapped up in a blanket like a baby. It's arms and legs were tucked away, so only its head stuck out of the burrito blanket.

While Jeongin smiled at the cat, Nicholas' eyes teared up. Felix frowned as he sat up, almost falling off the couch, trying to comfort the older male.

"It doesn't have any arms," Nicholas sniffled, snatching the phone from Felix and showing Minho the video. The shorter boy snorted before pausing.

He leaned forward and smelt Nicholas' breath before recoiling. Minho shouted as he pointed at the crying boy, "He's been drinking!"

"Why doesn't it have any arms?" Nicholas huffed, showing the phone to Hyunjin, who was cooing at him.

"I still don't know where he would have found it."

"How did he get liquor?! We don't have any here!" Chan shouted, running to get water for the now-crying Nicholas. He was wrapped in a pile of blankets, sandwiched between Hyunjin and Jisung. A giggling Jeongin was still under him.

Minho was fixing Nicholas a small plate of food so he wouldn't upset his stomach. While Changbin, Felix, and Seungmin watched the chaos that was Chan in the kitchen.

"Why doesn't it have any arms?" Nick cried.

“He also complains about the taste of it.”

"Hyunnie," Nick whined, and Hyunjin threw his head back to hide his smile before looking at the younger.

"What, darling?" He whispered, softly stroking Nick's cheek.

"I drank something disgusting," Nick sniffled. Everyone laughed as he whined at them.

"Yeah, he hates drinking, but he will if you just hand him something," Chan said, blinking fast to escape the memory. He smiled at STAY before moving on to the next question.

"Do we use Nick's height to our advantage? Of course!"

Nicholas Ross Master List

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[pooks]

right, back to the Straw Hat Ichiji AU and onto part 2

meeting Red Leg Zeff

Ichiji and Sanji has been on the restaurant ship, The Orbit, for two years now. Sanji is a chore boy in the galley while Ichiji is a cabin boy, working on deck. everyone knows they're brothers and since they are born on the same day, everyone says they're twins and Ichiji never bothers to correct them. after all, he wants to leave Germa behind in the past and never look back.

Ichiji is the one who does the talking for him and Sanji. that's how they got to stay onboard and work.

then the Cook Pirates attacks. Ichiji spends less time on talking and more on fighting. he holds up pretty well against the pirates (thanks to his genetic modifications) until Red Leg Zeff defeats him.

Sanji is the next one and he gets beaten around, but that doesn't stop him from proclaiming his dream about the All Blue. all the Cook Pirates laughs at him except Zeff and Ichiji is frustrated. he yells at the pirates to stop laughing and then, he yells at Sanji for "whining" about the All Blue again while they're in a life or death situation. very much "can't you read the room, stupid brother?"

the storm happens and Zeff, Ichiji and Sanji is on the rock island. alone. Zeff hands them a sack with food and without a beat, Sanji instantly complains that Zeff got a bigger sack than them. Zeff yells at him and Ichiji takes the sack and grabs Sanji's hand, dragging him away and telling him to save his energy because they need to look out for a ship.

it takes longer for Ichiji starve than Sanji because he had the fortune of his genetic modification and unlike Sanji, who was already a little malnourished from his six months in prison, he was well-fed regularly. Ichiji notices this detail from the start and collects morning dew every morning. he eats less on purpose, making sure that Sanji gets more than him.

they run out of food after 25 days. Ichiji saw only one ship and it passed without seeing them, no matter how much he yelled and waved. Ichiji is starting to feel weak, for the first time in his life, and he's slowly starving to death.

Sanji is crazy from starvation and tries to take food from Zeff, only to reveal there were only treasure in his sack and he never had any food. Ichiji connects the dots and realizes that Zeff sacrificed his food for them and his leg to survive.

Ichiji is shaken to his core and is instantly reminded of his mother's sacrifice, being told by Reiju what Sora did to save their humanity and slowly died. and now, he witnesses a pirate, who seems to hate them, do the same for them.

day 39 and Ichiji's muscles has gone weak, he's struggling to stand up and is very dizzy from the lack of food.

on the 52nd day, Ichiji's body is starting to give up. he can no longer stand up to collect morning dew. but he's stubborn and can still sit up. he always gives the dew for Sanji, keeping his starvation on bay

day 67 and Ichiji can no longer move. his body has become so weak that he can't even sit up. but he can still. so he talks to Sanji about anything and everything, like he's done since they got here. getting to know his little brother more, talking about the All Blue, he points out the star constellations at nights. anything that won't make Sanji think about food.

on the 79th day, Ichiji becomes very ill. he drifts in and out of consciousness. whenever he's awake, he hallucinates about his mother. he cries and begs for Sanji's forgiveness, for being a monster and promises to repent.

(he doesn't know this until some years later, but Zeff took care of him when he was ill and nearly dying.)

Zeff, Ichiji and Sanji are finally saved by a passing ship on the 85th day. at this point, Ichiji's life is hanging on a thin thread. as doctors tells Zeff during their recovery that one more day and Ichiji would've succumbed to death.

it took them a long time to recover, but Zeff and Sanji recovered before Ichiji, who was ill a little longer.

Baratie

one everyone had recovered to full health, Zeff spent his remaining loot to build and open the Baratie, a ship restaurant, with Ichiji and Sanji. yes, he has all but officially adopted these two as his adoptive sons.

for the next nine years, Ichiji lives happily with Zeff at the Baratie. he learns to cook, of course but it isn't his passion and he has a better talent in writing and counting. Zeff takes note of that, so Ichiji helps out with their finances, negotiates with their supplies and works as the only waiter (since most waiters packs and leaves frequently).

Ichiji shares room with Sanji and endures Sanji's nagging about the All Blue. some nights are too quiet and Ichiji sits on the rooftop of the Baratie, stargazing. Zeff joins him sometimes and they talk a lot.

he's a little closer to Zeff in some ways and Sanji is closer to Zeff in other ways. Ichiji knows that he won't have the "bond of cooks" like Sanji and Zeff has, but he knows that doesn't mean that he means less to Zeff.

in this AU, Zeff knows about Vinsmoke and Germa because Ichiji told him in confidence. Sanji doesn't know that Zeff knows and they want to keep it that way. both Ichiji and Zeff vowed to never speak or even think about it again.

Sanji starts smoking at 15 and Ichiji doesn't like it. he doesn't buy the whole "a real man smokes" thing and finds it ridiculous. Ichiji is also mildly annoyed by Sanji getting heart eyes for every single girl within their radius. for him, a costumer is a costumer, no matter the gender.

Ichiji forgets Germa, Judge and Vinsmoke in less than two years. as far as he's concerned, Zeff, Sanji and the Baratie cooks are his new family.

for the nine years they grow up at the Baratie, Ichiji becomes Sanji's older brother in a true sense. he holds Sanji when he cries or has a nightmare, he feeds him soup and reads stories when Sanji's sick. he lets Sanji brush his long hair (Ichiji let it grow past his shoulders) because it reminds him when Sora used to do it.

Zeff teaches Ichiji to fight with his legs, but also how to use guns. at 18 years, Ichiji draws faster than his own shadow and he never misses a shot.

there's also the recurring joke among the cooks that Ichiji is the "alpha twin". naturally, everyone assumes they're twins and Ichiji never bothers to correct them because they "have no other family" than each other. the revelation that Sanji is born 20 minutes after Ichiji adds to the joke.

Ichiji knows that Zeff loves them the same, but he always teases Sanji and says "Zeff likes me best" which makes Sanji angrily yell at him.

at their 18th birthday, they have a big celebration at the Baratie with Zeff and the cooks because the boys are now properly men. Ichiji drinks until he gets drunk as a skunk. Ichiji feels floaty and happy and he start singing.

it's not pretty North Blue songs Sora used to sing, tho. nope, it's old pirate shanties he was taught by the other cooks and they are dirty. the moment when Ichiji starts a fourth round of his own shanty about a cute boy who once thanked him for the meal, Patty and Carne starts dragging him off. Drunk-Ichiji is so offended at their "lack of artistic appreciation" and starts to fight. Zeff kicks him straight to bed.

next day, Ichiji has a hell of a hangover and hates everything and everyone and he isn't shy to say it either. Zeff responds by kicking him into the water (don't worry, Ichiji is excellent at swimming) and he isn't allowed up on deck until he has swum some laps and is semi-sober and rational again.

Sanji is just snickering at the whole thing, as if he didn't faint after his third glass, like the lightweight he is.

now we reach he Baratie Arc of East Blue Saga

they're both 19 now. both Ichiji and Sanji doesn't want to leave for their dreams because they feel indebted to Zeff and intends to stay at the Baratie until they die of old age.

Ichiji looks just like Sanji, except his hair covers his left eye (and hiding the scar on his eye) while Sanji's hair covers his right eye. Ichiji's hair is longer and tied in a small ponytail. he also wears glasses (he got bad eyesight after a horrible fever, post-starving) and his hair has gone dark red (compared to his vibrantly red hair in Germa-era)

he usually dresses in a black waistcoat, white shirt and black trousers. he also has a small, black apron where he keeps notepad for taking orders.

and then, a random cannonball crashes into the Baratie and the Straw Hats is here now.

(read part 1 here)

(end. part 2)

[sunnyie-eve]

6 | Accident

Series: Eventually

Paring: (Chris Sturniolo x OFC!) (Matt Sturniolo x OFC!)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: death

| MASTERLIST |

When Gabby was hanging out with the boys, including Nate, there was a situation going on that would be terrible news to Gabby when they got back home. None of them had any idea how much it would affect them too, including the brothers.

"I fucking hate traffic." Chris complains, "Watch it be the stupidest reason."

"The phone says an accident." Gabby looks on her phone, "The news is covering it as well. Sounds really bad." She says reading what it said.

"Then someone had better died because we haven't moved for like 30 minutes."

"Christopher, that's terrible to say." Nick gives him an ugly look.

"They said it involved two cars and an eighteen wheeler. Four people rushed to the hospital, and two deaths on the scene." Gabby reads more.

"Okay, I'm a terrible person." Chris sighs, "Sorry."

Traffic was getting redirected so when they finally did get to moving they barely saw the scene of the crash. All they saw were a bunch of flashing lights, a helicopter, and a small look of a smashed car.

"I wanna know who was at fault." Nate was curious.

Once they finally get home and walk through the front door Marylou rushed to hug Gabby. She was confused by her sobbing and saw Jimmy and Justin were in tears as well. "Why is everyone crying?" She asks confused.

Marylou pulls back holding her by the shoulders, "Your mom, sweetie." She cries more.

"My mom? What about my mom?" She starts to worry.

"She was in the accident, dear." Jimmy speaks up causing her heart to drop and the boys.

"But she's okay, right?" Matt's hands start to shake a tad bit.

"Yeah, Gabby read four were rushed off." Nick adds as his eyes tear up.

"Tess was one of those, right?" Chris asks but the silence, the looks and energy in the room told them she wasn't.

Gabby falls to the floor sobbing uncontrollably by the news of her mothers passing. They were so close to it, she read about it, and she never had the thought it could possibly be her mom. All the boys started to cry as well since they were so close to Tess.

"No, no, no, no..." Gabby's cries break the others hearts even more.

Chris was the first to go over to her and comfort her. He felt even more terrible for the comment he made in the car about the accident. Gabby cries even more feeling him comfort her so Matt and Nick join him on the floor.

A day after the accident, they got more info on what happened and it hurt Gabby more. They said she died insanely once the car slammed into the driver side so she didn't feel anything before the eighteen wheeler crushed the car under its trailer.

With Gabby's mom gone, she didn't have any other family left. All she had to go to was just the Sturniolo's and that's where she stayed. She didn't leave the house for weeks and she didn't want to leave for the trip coming up either, but she knew she couldn't hide away forever and her mom wouldn't want that.

When the day comes, everyone starts to wake up for the trip and Gabby whines going to Nick's room leaving Chris's. "Us and our family are going on a trip. We're driving to... Vermont. Which is a very special thing for us because we normally go in the winter season. As a tradition to cut down our Christmas tree. But... We're only in Boston for a little bit of time. And my mom and dad wanted to go and I wanted to go. So we're going." Chris vlogs while he's super tired.

"Umm, I don't know if this is recording. Umm, I don't know what the fuck is going on. Cause I didn't sleep last night and since Gabby hardly slept too. We had to wake up at 10 so we didn't sleep even for a half hour." Chris adds before going to Nick's room were Gabby and Matt were as well.

"I don't know if I should put long pants on or am I gonna be able to fall asleep in the car in these?" Nick asks about his shorts so Chris pans down to show what he was wearing.

"Honestly, I would choose pants." Gabby tells him and Matt nods his head agreeing.

"I have these on because I'm not bringing a blanket." He adds so once again Chris pans down to show his pants.

"Oh, I'm bringing a blanket." Nick tells him.

"Same." Gabby agrees leaving to get her's from Chris's room as Matt asks if he should bring one too.

Chris looks to see if Gabby was out of ear, "She cried herself to sleep for a bit." He tells the two, whispering.

"No." Matt felt bad, "She's gonna need help." He sighs.

"It's gonna be rough for a while." Nick reminds them, "She lost her dad in a shooting when we were six years old. And now she lost her mom in a terrible car accident."

"We're all she has." Chris hated saying it.

"Literally just us. No other family. Grandparents on both sides passed away early, each parent was an only child so no uncle or aunt." Nick felt terrible for her.

"I feel so bad." Chris wish he could help her.

"We just need to keep her happy." Nick tells the two.

Once everyone was ready and had everything, they all pack into the car for the road trip. It didn't take long for the young ones to fall asleep in the backseats. Even later when Matt and Chris woke up, Gabby and Nick were still out.

"She needs as much rest as she can get." Marylou tells the car as Gabby was asleep in the back next to Matt, "We can't have her hurting herself with no sleep."

"Yeah, for weeks I think the longest she slept was five hours in my room one night." Matt says.

"It's normally like two to four on a good night." Chris adds.

"A good night? What's a bad night?" Jimmy asks.

"Barely an hour." They both tell him.

"Poor baby. I didn't know that." Jimmy felt bad.

After about a four hour drive, due to rain, they finally make it to their destination. "What's up with our adventure?" Chris vlogs his dad, "Talk to the camera."

"Oh, the adventure's going good. We're here. It went fast. The adventure was just basically driving in a down pour." Jimmy explains the trip there.

"Trevor, baby." Gabby calls him as Matt pets him so he leaves Matt to go to her. In the process of going to her, Trevor steps on Matt's junk making him yelp, "Good boy." Gabby giggles.

"We didn't skid on the highway and burst into flames. Is a good thing." Jimmy adds then remembers Gabby just lost her mom, "Oh Gabby." He looks back at her.

"It's okay, Jimmy. She didn't die that way at least so that's good. It was quick for her they said." She gives him a weak smile holding back tears.

[affluent-havoc]

Naegami Fluff and/or Shenanigans 18

Makoto has an absolute grudge against mouthwash and Byakuya just doesn't understand any of it.

Basically, as a kid, Makoto's parents decided one day to try and get more healthy with their dental hygiene. I like to believe that Makoto's parents are the type to follow trends like "Oh, honey. There's this new mouthwash everyone's raving out. We should totally try it!". Or, maybe instead of mouthwash, it was something else. However, they had to settle for the cheaper stuff because they aren't forking over half of their earnings for this. Also, side note, I just feel that Makoto's parents sometime get suckered into fads too. It's not like they MEAN to, but still. Regardless, with this mouthwash brough, Makoto got some unsavory memories he doesn't wanna think about like crying like a little baby which makes him embarrassed because of the cringe. He also doesn't give me the energy that he cried too much as a kid so this just stuck with him a lot BECAUSE he happened to cry from this. Or maybe, Makoto just accidently swallowed the mouthwash and went to the ER or something! However, luck has it that no, he is not going to be able to never think about this again because Byakuya's now looking at him with an all-knowing glare and it's back with the mouthwash all over again. It all started with Byakuya picking up on some of Makoto's dental habits which led him just to bluntly claim one day that Makoto had gingivitis and he can tell. Which Makoto is... upset to know that yes. The heir was right on this assessment and also "Oh crap... this isn't going to go well for me." Which, yeah. This is a complete negative for Makoto in his eyes. Every time Makoto uses the mouthwash Byakuya's provided (which it is of course, quite expensive), he always makes a little noise of disgust like "Ew! gross" or "Bleh! This is so awful..." which Byakuya doesn't get at all. It doesn't help that Byakuya could chug a whole bottle of Brown Listerine and feel nothing about it. But, anyway, Makoto hates the mouthwash, Byakuya supervises Makoto and stalks him like a hawk, Makoto constantly complains while Byakuya explains that "This is important." and "Stop whining. It solves nothing". This cycle ends up going on for a while though Byakuya "isn't going to baby sit him forever" which then leans to rebellion! Aka, Makoto slowly tries to be sneaky and stop using the product over time. Makoto treats the situate like he's Solid Snake stealthing about though he's very obviously not subtle and gets caught in less than a week. However, Byakuya feels a bit merciful after all of this. And tired. That too. I can see them finding some sort of compromise and maybe Makoto apologizes for acting so strongly against it all when he knows he can handle it. Maybe Byakuya also reevaluates his role too and how he probably shouldn't have just forced this all on Makoto. Taking it slow was probably the better fit for the both of them anyway. Idk. Feel it should end well for them. ALLLSO an additional little bit that is not related to most of this post but is here anyway cus I feel like it: Makoto also does the "Bleh!" noise or other adjacent vocalizations whenever he trips up a sentence or messes up a word really bad. Byakuya also doesn't get why Makoto does this either. For him, it's just like, "Why are you making weird noises? Just pause and restart the sentence." It just makes sense in Makoto's mind though so the heir is in a perpetual state of never getting any of this.

[satansapostle6]

Lovers and Liars | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, both determined and resourceful from reputable houses, find themselves at odds in the name of love.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Five

Chapter Six: Hiding In Plain Sight

Lorelei hated History of Magic. Not because she hated the subject, but because Professor Binns was incredibly boring. She almost always either ended up talking for the entire class while paying one of the smarter students to do her work for her, or she ended up falling asleep herself, just like the ghost professor.

Today, neither happened. Lorelei was sitting in her seat beside Daphne, bored and agitated, as she tried to finish her work. Theo was a few rows behind them, sitting next to Blaise Zabini. Lorelei felt she had no one to talk to, but was also far too irritated to engage in conversation at all that afternoon.

“Are you almost done with your essay?” Daphne Greengrass said as she looked up.

“Yeah,” Lorelei muttered, not acknowledging her much.

Daphne huffed hopelessly as she looked down at her own parchment. “I’ve barely started,” she whined.

“Best get on with it, then,” Lorelei said quietly.

Daphne looked at her best friend in disbelief.

“What’s got your wand in a knot?!”

“Nothing,” Lorelei huffed. “I’m just tired.”

“Well, you’re being a real bitch about it,” Daphne complained.

“Ooh! Is that a cat fight I hear?” Draco Malfoy sat forward in his seat behind Daphne, with Goyle sitting beside him.

Both girls seemed particularly annoyed at him.

“Fuck off, Draco,” Daphne scoffed.

“Oh, yeah?” Malfoy challenged her.

“Yeah,” Daphne nodded, unsure of as to how he thought she would react.

Draco scowled as he pulled an apple he’d saved from breakfast from his bag, tossing it straight at Daphne. Daphne moved aside, dodging the projectile as it whizzed past her, loudly thudding on Professor Binns’ desk instead. Draco gasped silently as the old ghost twitched in his sleep. Everyone was dead silent, sitting perfectly still in their seats as they all waited to see whether he would wake up or not.

Eventually, he was still again. Daphne and Lorelei both laughed as Draco sighed with relief after successfully avoiding detention.

“Like I said,” Daphne smirked, “Fuck off.”

She turned back around, perfectly satisfied with the outcome as she returned to her long, boring essay assignment, leaving Draco to turn his attention to Lorelei.

“You’re awfully quiet today, Morrigan,” he observed pointedly.

“I suppose I have nothing to say today, Malfoy,” Lorelei responded.

“Nothing at all?” Draco raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

“Why’s that?” he asked cockily, “You don’t like me?”

Lorelei heard this and chuckled, leading him to believe that his side of the interaction had been successful.

“No,” she replied simply, “I don’t.”

“Why’s that?” Draco wondered, an amused expression on his pale face. “You think I’m mean?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Then what?” he asked, as it slowly became more apparent that he wasn’t joking as much anymore.

Lorelei smiled, a look of genuine pity in her blue eyes as she spoke. She leaned in in confidence, looking forward to his reaction as she spoke.

“You bore me,” she stated, turning around as Draco was left flabbergasted.

To anyone else, this insult would’ve seemed common and hardly severe, but to Draco Lucius Malfoy, this was the most scathing insult anyone could have delivered. Draco would’ve rather died than been boring. To him, being boring was failing at life. Goyle began laughing before Draco shot him a sharp warning look.

“I bore you?!” Draco demanded angrily. “How could I possibly bore you?!”

Lorelei just shrugged, not even turning around. Draco scoffed, simply unable to believe the fact that someone found him boring.

“My parents are Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy! I’m the sole heir to the Malfoy name!” Draco cried in defense of himself.

“Doesn’t make you any less boring,” Lorelei chided him gently.

“And what, exactly, makes a person boring in your eyes?” he questioned impatiently.

“Well, for starters,” she provided, “When a person has to ask if they’re boring, that’s usually a good indicator that they are.”

“Don’t be like that, Morrigan,” Draco persisted stubbornly. “You know I’m not boring.”

“I can wholeheartedly disagree,” she promised him.

“I’m Seeker of the Quidditch team! I’m worth more than most people’s entire bloodlines!” he argued.

“Yes, and any shock or excitement elicited by those statements has already dissipated,” Lorelei pointed out, unimpressed. “That’s really all you have. But don’t fret. That’s still more than most people have,” she offered her consolation before returning to her work once again.

*****

Lorelei walked the castle grounds with Pansy and Daphne once classes had ended for the day, as the three girls eagerly discussed the girls in their year, specifically the other Slytherin girls.

“Leah’s fucking insane,” Pansy snarled.

“I don't think she’s the problem,” Daphne said considerately.

Their conversation was cut short by a loud disturbance. Lorelei and the other girls looked as a commotion started where a bunch of Gryffindors were standing in the courtyard. Upon looking more closely, Lorelei realized that among them was Harry Potter, who seemed absolutely livid.

Lorelei stared as Harry practically charged at someone, while Ron Weasley and his twin brothers tried to hold him back. She eventually saw that the person Harry was so angry at was Malfoy, his nemesis. Lorelei turned to Pansy and Daphne as they all watched the conflict go down, confused as to what had sparked it even if Draco and Harry naturally hated one another.

“Give it back, Malfoy!” Harry roared, absolutely seething.

Lorelei still had no idea what was happening. She looked more closely at Draco, obviously noticing the broomstick in his hand. Upon further examination, she realized that it wasn’t just any broomstick in his hand; it was a Firebolt. More specifically, it was the only Firebolt at Hogwarts, owned by none other than the famous Harry Potter.

Lorelei and Pansy both watched intently as Draco held the broomstick out behind him, taunting him rudely.

“Mmm, I don’t think I feel like it, Potter,” Draco decided coyly, holding the broomstick out in front of him.

He slowly mounted the broom, gradually levitating as Harry violently grabbed at him. Draco flew up above the entire courtyard, as everyone just watched curiously from below. Crabbe and Goyle laughed as he flew in tight loops and circles around the courtyard, in a childish demonstration of power.

Harry and the other Gryffindors all yelled angrily as Draco made a spectacle of the affair. Students all over from all different houses gathered in the middle of the courtyard just to watch him as he taunted Harry. Harry, who was full of rage at this point, drew his wand and pointed it up at Draco.

“Arresto Momentum!”

Harry tried to slow Draco’s trajectory, but failed. Everyone watched as he failed to think of another way to get his broomstick back. Draco laughed triumphantly as he soared up above, circling like some sort of mad vulture. Draco eventually flew back down after dodging spell after spell, landing expertly as his yes men all congratulated him with various laughs and handshakes.

Lorelei and her friends were still watching as he was received by his friends and other acquaintances. Draco eventually threw the broomstick aside and walked away from them and toward the girls, with Crabbe and Goyle at his sides.

“So, Lorelei,” he said arrogantly. “Am I still boring to you?” he sneered.

Pansy and Daphne both looked at her in surprise, not understanding the context to this at all.

“That was an amusing little show,” Lorelei remarked, “But did you forget, that’s almost exactly what you did our first year? With Longbottom’s Remembrall?”

The smugness on Draco’s face slowly turned to fear as he realized that she was, in fact, right.

“Sorry, Malfoy,” Lorelei frowned sarcastically. “Effort doesn’t make you any less boring.”

Draco stammered awkwardly, unable to form a sentence for once in his life. He babbled awkwardly as Lorelei just laughed lightly, taking pleasure in the part she’d had in humbling him. Having completely made a fool of himself, Draco ran off to somehow save face, as Crabbe and Goyle were forced to run after him.

Lorelei chuckled and turned to her friends, expecting amusement, but receiving something else entirely.

“What?” she questioned, as Pansy and Daphne just exchanged looks.

Daphne said nothing, but Pansy, on the other hand, had a lot to say.

“Malfoy stole Potter’s broomstick for you?!” Pansy demanded, sounding appalled.

Lorelei looked at her strangely, not understanding her sense of indignation.

“How should I know?” she demanded defensively.

Pansy stared at her in disbelief, furious with her for some reason she wasn’t aware of.

“Why would Malfoy do all that for you?!”

“I don’t know!” Lorelei yelled at her, disgusted by her obvious jealousy. “I didn’t tell him to do it!”

“Well, it sounds like you did!” Pansy spat, her face contorting with rage. “Were you flirting with him?!”

“‘Flirting with him’?!” Lorelei screamed. “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

“Don’t take that tone with me!” Pansy shrieked. “You knew Draco was mine, and you still went after him, like the slag you are!”

“What the hell are you even talking about, you conniving cunt?!” Lorelei demanded. “I’m dating Theo! You know this!”

“Like that matters to you,” she guffawed, “You’d do half the school just for fun!”

“Me?!” Lorelei cried. “Looks like someone’s projecting!”

Almost everyone in the courtyard who’d been watching the exchange between Draco and Harry was now watching the fight between Pansy and Lorelei.

“You’re trying to steal Draco from me!” Pansy wailed, “You’re trying to steal Draco, and everything else from me because you’re jealous, but I won’t let you! Draco is mine!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, no longer fully aware of all the people surrounding her.

Everyone watched with wide eyes, laughing as Pansy Parkinson, Slytherin’s princess, broke down in front of everyone in the school courtyard. Seeing this, Lorelei stopped for a moment as she just chuckled, realizing how absurd Pansy’s behavior really was.

“Is he really yours, Pansy?” she asked quietly, as people began to mumble and whisper. “Is he really yours if you have to ask me not to take him?”

A few sudden laughs broke out as Pansy’s face fell in shock. Her lip quivered as she tried her best not to allow her vision to go black.

“Trust me, Pansy,” Lorelei stepped in front of her, tired of her antics, “You have nothing I want.”

A small, guttural noise escaped Pansy’s throat as Lorelei stared down at her, stepping aside and walking away as she left her standing on her own in the courtyard. Pansy Parkinson, furious and humiliated, looked to Daphne for reassurance as she angrily decided she needed to begin planning her downfall immediately.

***** Lorelei found herself and Theo alone in his dormitory at last, enjoying their shared solitude. She smiled softly as she and Theodore Nott shared a gentle, comforting kiss, thinking of nothing but themselves and each other. Theo eventually spoke up, out of concern for his girlfriend.

“I heard about what Pansy did today,” he shared with her.

“I have nothing to say about her,” Lorelei promised him.

Theo smiled gladly, nodding with an understanding.

“I figured as much,” he admitted. “But, I had to at least ask…”

“I’m okay,” Lorelei assured him appreciatively.

Theo smiled. “That wasn’t what I was going to ask.”

She looked at him curiously.

“Would you like to plot our revenge?” he offered.

“To ruin Pansy’s life?” Lorelei laughed. “She’s perfectly capable of doing so on her own. Why lift a finger when I can just sit back and watch?”

“Absolutely,” he agreed, carrying on with their business together. “So… I think I’ve found us a potential lead. On the plan,” he clarified.

“Really?” she asked subsequently.

“Indeed,” Theo confirmed. “I think I know how they plan to deliver Harry Potter to the Dark Lord.”

Lorelei raised an eyebrow. “Your father’s heard new information?” she assumed.

He shook his head. “No. No, I put the rest of the pieces together for myself,” he explained. “My father said he heard they had someone in the castle; a double agent. At first, I thought this meant Karkaroff, or even Snape. But then I realized, there could very well be someone else here loyal to the Dark Lord that we don’t know about,” he concluded.

She frowned. “You think someone else here is working for him?”

“Yes,” Theodore agreed. “Someone hiding under the guise of being someone else.”

Lorelei waited for him to elaborate, not yet seeing what he was saying.

“This year, we so conveniently have two different entire schools of foreign strangers living under our roof,” he reasoned, “So naturally, I looked into all of them, and their backgrounds. Apart from Karkaroff being a former Death Eater, and Durmstrang students being Durmstrang students, no one else looks suspicious.”

“But?” Lorelei asked inquisitively.

Theo grinned at his own cleverness. “But, what if that’s the point? What if no one else is supposed to look suspicious?” he hypothesized.

“So, what?”

“So, I’m saying maybe there’s an imposter in our midst,” he proposed. “Maybe someone in this castle is disguising themselves to carry out the plan?”

“Well, who could it be, then?” Lorelei wondered.

“I don’t know,” Theo confessed, “I have no idea. Could be quite literally anyone. That’s the point. It could be one of our guests, because it’d he easier for them not to arouse our suspicion, but that’d also make them too easy to suspect.”

“Is there any way we could find out who it is?” she asked. “If we knew who it was, we could try and get in on their plan.”

“I don’t know how we’d figure it out,” he thought aloud, “I don’t know of any discrete ways to find someone using Polyjuice potion, or any other enchantment. And there’s just too many people. I don’t know of any sort of discrete magic that would tell us if something’s off…”

Lorelei looked at Theo strangely as his sentence trailed off, a far away look in his eyes as he seemed to be lost in thought.

“What? What is it?” Lorelei questioned.

“That’s it, Lorelei,” Theo realized, laughing in surprise. “Of course! I should’ve thought of it before!”

“Still waiting,” she reminded him.

“Yes, yes…” he nodded, still distracted. “That’s it. ‘Discrete magic that’ll tell us if something’s off’. The sky in the Great Hall,” he began.

“Really?” Lorelei responded.

“Yeah… Many people don’t know this, but it’s bewitched to rain or storm if the mood in the room was off, or if there was something unsettled going on in the room.”

“The ceiling started to rain the night we all arrived here in September,” Lorelei recalled sharply.

“Right. Which makes sense, because it probably would’ve been the same night whoever is working for the Dark Lord arrived, too,” Theo calculated.

“Did anything specific happen just before it started to rain?” Lorelei asked smartly.

Theo paused, before his eyes widened with shock. “One person came late to dinner. I remember because Professor Dumbledore announced him immediately after.”

“Alastor Moody,” she realized, as everything slowly began to make sense. “Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

Theo let out a tiny exhale, realizing the progress they’d just made.

-

Chapter Seven

[cottoncandy-cult]

Babification Savanaclaw

INTRO/Dorm Selection Remember this is a fem reader insert so she/her pronouns are being used here.

Leona happily slept in the Savanaclaw lounge on one of several couches, it was deathly quiet in the dorm as last time they had made the mistake of waking the child sleeping on Leona's chest there had been hell in the form of training. It had been a few days since his lover had been babyfied, rather than waiting for the professor to bring him what he needs he instead had taken her to his brother to explain the situation. He hated it but he also knew that as a father, Falena knew better than him what would be necessary at this stage of infancy. Of course, he kept what Crewel had brought him, after all he didn't want to go out shopping if things took a bit longer than expected. At first, she was a bit of a handful, he hadn't been sure how to handle her crying and it left him snippy with everyone in the school. Surprisingly the teachers let his attitude go, after all he was having to do schoolwork and tend to an infant. But he had discovered something, if he rested her against his chest and started to purr her cries would start to quiet down till they fell silent. This had been his go to for when she was tired and fussy but wouldn't sleep, as well as when he himself wanted a nap. Despite slowly dozing off he could hear the whispers from the other dorm members as they'd watch him, some were complaining about how she sometimes cries at night, other stupider members spoke of using her against him so they could take over as dorm leader. That had been the comment that made him open his eyes, giving a deep growl as he glared in the direction the voice came from though, he quieted when (Y/n) gave a whine and rubbed her tiny face against his chest. Curling a strong arm around her and gently holding the back of her head as he sat up, keeping his eyes on the thoughtless loser that had thought he was being slick. The intensity of his glare made the opposing male tense, the nameless nobody stepping back when Leona stood. "This is your only warning, if you even look at her cross, I will turn you to dust. Don't test me magot." He watched as the offending male simply nodded, diverting his eyes from the two of them.

This calmed Leona somewhat, so he had turned to leave the lounge area and head back to his room. He was gentler than anyone would have expected him to be when he laid the sleeping baby on his bed, he had made a sort of bundle of spare covers and had pressed down the center to make a sort of nest so she couldn't roll out over or out of bed. He knew enough from when Cheka was this little, having helped take care of him every now and then when Falena and his wife were tired or busy. He took his time getting changed into his sleep ware, brushing his long dark hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face when he slept. Upon turning around his emerald eyes met (E/c), (Y/n) had woken up at some point and had just been quietly watching him. He couldn't help but chuckle, she could be downright adorable when she wasn't being fussy or a brat. "Watcha starin' at Herbivore? Don't tell me you're bored." He chuckled and went to sit on his bed, leaning back against the pillows he picked her up and rested her on his stomach as part of his new nightly routine. A goofy grin stretched across the little girl's face as her tiny hand reached up to pat his cheek, soft baby skin gently tapping at the scar over his eye. He remembered how when he first held her after the accident, she had been so curious about his scar and had touched it as if she hadn't seen it every day since the start of their relationship. It had reminded him of when Cheka had still been that little, the thought triggering a protective bubble to form in his chest though he'd never admit it. He had tried to mask this protective tendency, like when someone would try to convince him to let them hold (Y/n) he'd outright refuse. He'd fake offense and accuse them of doubting him, to hide the fact he just didn't trust anyone else to hold the fragile being. Though he was starting to think Ruggie was catching on, as earlier that day when Leona did his usual refusal spill the hyena boy had begun to smirk at the lion with a quirked brow. All Leona could do in return is roll his eyes and tell the boy to shut up, despite the fact the male had been silent. Though Ruggie took no offense, merely putting his hands up to signal his submission as he chuckled while Leona walked away. The male couldn't wait to tease her when she was back to normal, revenge for all the trouble she's caused the tall male by being in the situation.

Ruggie smiled as he served yet another table at the monstro lounge, he had been about to start a shift he decided to pick up there when Lillia had come to him with a little (Y/n) in his arms. Thankfully he had a harness as well, something that would allow him to carry the little girl as he worked, Lillia knew just how busy Ruggie could be so he figured the baby had to come with a chest harness. To Ruggie's surprise she had helped him accumulate a lot of tips, the students and faculty that would come to the lounge found her adorable. Many girls thought it was so sweet how he'd take care of her after such an accident, as most guys would have sent Lillia away. Because he was working voluntarily his tips didn't go into the staff tip pool, instead he got to keep them all as he wasn't bound by contract. "I'll have to take you out for lunch once you're back to normal, you've helped me a lot today." He kissed the top of her head, chuckling at her happy babbles as he took one of his breaks. He went to the kitchen to get a drink for the little girl, Floyd had gotten him a small glass for some juice before leaving him to relax and help her drink. It was kind of busy, so it made sense that he wouldn't really have time to tease him as he normally would in such a situation. Ruggie was careful with how he unfastened her, moving to sit on a chair by a small table and rest her on his lap so he could hold the cup more easily for the little girl. "You're pretty cute when you're little like this bunny, I'll have to take some pictures so I can show you later." He giggled and set the cup aside once she got her feel, his large hand rubbing her belly as he leaned back against the chair. He watched as she kicked her legs, continuing to babble to herself before he began bouncing his leg the way he would for the kids in his family whenever he'd visit home and be handed an infant or small child. She had quieted down some as she watched how the cooks would move about the kitchen and take meals in and out. "Heh, yeah you do like to cook huh? Nice to know that you still like it. Maybe I'll play you a few videos once we get back to the dorm." He continued talking to her, despite the fact she couldn't really talk back. But the way she'd tip her head back to look at him made him feel acknowledged. He took the time to give her some apple sauce he bought from the vending machine, careful to keep her clean since Crewel hadn't come by to drop off the baby bag yet.

Soon enough he was back on the floor, he carried a tray with 5 plates balanced on it in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other. Little (Y/n) having been strapped back to his chest. He walked the trays to table 16, only to be surprised by the heartslabyul crew. "How long have you guys been here? I don't remember you coming in." Ruggie quirked an eyebrow, drawing their attention as he began to set the plates on the table while they passed them to the orderers. "We just came in a minute ago, Jade said it was the end of lunch rush and got us seated pretty quickly." Trey smiled, though his eyes like the rest of the crew's had drifted to the infant in moments. "So, it's true? Here I thought Ace and Deuce had been exaggerating when they said she had been turned into a baby." Riddle tilted his head with a chuckle, leaning forward some to get a better look at the baby that happily babbled against the Savanaclaw's chest. "Yeah, Lillia dropped her off earlier. Professor Crewel is supposed to be coming by soon to drop off a baby bag so I can take care of her until they fix it." He chuckled, poking at the little girl's cheek as her legs kicked out. "I have to get a picture for magicam, this is too cute." Cater was quick to lean across the table once he had taken a picture of his meal, holding up his phone as he made funny faces at the little girl so he could get a couple extra shots. "It was kinda scary at first, with her not having magic and all these potions tend to have stronger effects. I almost expected her to be dead or something when the smoke cleared." Ace scratched the back of his head; he and Deuce had talked earlier and both recounted how their hearts dropped to their stomach when they realized she was caught in the smoke. The moment had reminded them just how much she meant to them as a friend. Like sure they had fought students before for threatening or putting hands on her since she doesn't have magic, not all the students are willing to keep their magic to themselves after all regardless of rules. So in that moment they genuinely thought that would be what did it, they thought they'd have to be giving their witness accounts for her accident later. "Yeah, we are lucky this is the outcome, magicless humans seem so much more fragile you know what I mean?" Ruggie, tucked the trays under his arm. Watching as Deuce let the little girl hold onto one of his fingers. "I gotta get back to work now, you guys enjoy your meal." He gave a wave as he went to go clean up a couple tables, he was relieved things were slowing down as his feet were killing him.

Jack had been walking to his history class at the end of the day when Lillia found him, surprisingly with Proffessor Crewel in tow. He had been quite surprised to see the proffessor carrying an infant and even more so after they escorted him to Trein's class to explain what had happened. That was why he was currently sitting a bit further back from the table that he and the other students in his row used to write on, because he had to keep at least one hand on her the proffessor had been kind enough to allow him to use his phone to record the notes for that days class. Jack had been afraid to hold the little girl at first, she was so small compared to him or even his younger siblings at her age and near weightless to boot, he was afraid of crushing her but he also didn't want to drop her. He was able to rest her against his chest and simply hook his arm beneath her bum to support her, which made him feel a bit better about holding her as he didn't have to worry about her being able to breathe. He had taken anatomy back in highschool so he knew that beastmen were a bit sturdier physically for the most part when compared to regular people, and he often worried that (Y/n) was even more fragile as she didn't have magic or experience with being on the receiving end of it, she couldn't take magical blows the way someone with experience around the stuff could. But now here she was as a baby, completely helpless and magicless. It gave him anxiety, though he'd never admit it. Ever since she had been placed in his arms he had felt himself perk up, it was like his awareness had skyrocketed and he had to keep himself from growling when people got close. The more he thought about her predicament the more he wanted to skip class and go back to his dorm room so he could hide her away, the place felt to open for someone like her to be there. It was that thought that almost made him laugh, he recognized this feeling now as he experienced it whenever his siblings were little. His instincts were wired because someone he cared for was currently helpless, and worse yet an infant. much like how a wolf would prefer to keep its pups in a den, he wanted to hide her because he didn't trust the strangers around him and thus felt she was in danger.

Thankfully this was his last class for the day, so he wouldn't have to keep reminding himself that she was safe for too much longer. He raised a hand to gently rub the little girl's back, she looked like she was dozing off to his relief and his gentle rubbing seemed to be helping. He couldn't help but grin a bit, though he stuffed it down before anyone noticed as he knew several students had been curiously watching him. So he settled with distracting himself, carefully pulling out a small baby blanket from the bag. It was white with little grey paw prints all over it, a detail he chose to ignore as he did his best to wrap the cover around her without jostling her too much. He missed how the teacher smiled a little after moving to sit at his desk to get the homework gathered, the old man had a family of his own afterall so seeing the young man so carefully attempt to care for the small girl made him feel hope for this next generation. Before long the wolf boy was speed walking back to his dorm, regular bag over his free shoulder as well as the stuffed baby bag. He had been told to seek Sam if he runs out of diapers or needs anything baby wise, he was grateful to have younger siblings otherwise he felt he'd be absolutely clueless. Because of his slight experience he was able to relax as he rested her in a sort of nest he made on his bed, taking the chance to change into some sweatpants and a tank top. He'd grab something to eat in a few minutes, for now he was going to sit by the sleeping girl and work on a bit of homework. His arm had started to fall asleep from holding her, that was how he knew he was gonna get a workout taking care of her. His focus was broken when he heard a knock right before Leona walked in, Ruggie right behind him with a curious grin. "I just heard you brought the herbivore back; you could have at least told me what was going on yourself." Leona put his hands on his hips as he stood at the end of the bed, observing the little girl that was clipped into a yellow jumper with the Savanaclaw emblem on it. He would never say it out loud but it was kinda cute, but she also wasn't crying at the moment. He huffed, his eyes moving back to the slightly frantic underclassmen as he tried not to smirk. "Sorry about that, we just got back, and I was doing some homework before I fixed dinner." Jack sat down his papers and watched as his house warden leaned forward to get a better look, tilting his head some as he watched her sleep calmly on her back. "Just make sure she isn't screaming through the nights, otherwise we're blaming you if we lose sleep." He shot the male a mock warning glare, he knew because it was such a big change, she'd probably be lazy and sleepy for a while, but he still had an image to keep up. "Here I thought she was like prey before, now she may as well be a rabbit under the protection of the big bad wolf." He chuckled as he and Ruggie left, the shorter male had been happy to merely quietly observe and take in the situation for himself.

[storywriter12]

This is just something I came up with randomly

(about chapter) so James. Is dying him and house are somewhere in the world they talk about there first kiss and James wants his last kiss

One last kiss

He didn't mind helping him around the small home they shared, he didn't mind staying up all night watching him sleep making sure he was still breathing in the morning, but one thing he found hard was how ill he looked how white he was. How skinny he got he barely could walk around with out a wheel chair

Night

That night they chilled out on the sofa house got Wilson to smoke some weed which he hated doing but it would help him with the pain and to get him chilled out they watched tv as Wilson coughed more house wiped the blood away from his mouth

(Wilson) I'm sick of this I thought my last 5 months would be fun at least but no I said looking at house who had deep black bags under his eyes,

(house) stop whining you've got cancer it's normal I looked at the man whose eyes were sleepy come on let's talk about something

(Wilson) I coughed again taking the glass of water what house passed to me. I took a sip. What about? I asked he looked at me I coughed again "who was your first kiss?" he asked and I smiled. Her name was Emily. Our kiss was in a park. I was about thirteen. What about you?

(house) I don't remember my first kiss "everyone remember there first" I rolled my eyes mine was in the back of the cinema I think her name was Holly I said thinking, oh wait no that, was her best friend my bad I said he then laughed but coughed. Careful I said looking at him

(Wilson) I want one last kiss from someone I looked at him with hope, and hope in my heart "I could order a hooker for you?" noooo I want a kiss that is going to mean something to that person

Half a hour later

(house) it was getting late it was around 11:49pm I looked at James his eyes were closed he looked so pale it was hard seeing him like that my eyes traced all over his face his hair was wet from sweat, his skin was white but I remember when his skin was perfect. wait his skin is perfect and then I move down. To his lips which was a deep red I looked at them thinking what it would be like to kiss them lips I brushed some if his hair away from his eyes which was a little long and starting to go grey he moved opening his eyes a little to look at me he smiled

(Wilson) I'm glad that you are here Greg I'm glad that your my friend even though most of the time you mess up but I love you. "what?" he said in a whisper night "wait don't sleep yet!" he said slapping my leg lightly but I'm sleepy I complained

(house) just wait I said I moved my body a little more down leaning over to him when I was face to face I leaned in and kissed his lips softly , he lips was warm but nice

(Wilson) I wrapped one of my arms around him as tightly as I could, wanting to feel his body. the heat from him. His lips were so gentle I parted my lips and his tongue slipped in dancing with mine we both pulled away after a little bit he blushed as tears filled his eyes which I know he cried lately I'll catch him wiping them away when I wake from a nap, he rubbed his eyes shutting them I rested my head on his chest as his hands went through my hair softly, I've wanted that kiss for so long.... Why's it gotta happen now I said tears filling my eyes which I let down crying into his chest he never said anything but shushed me softly knowing he felt the same

(house) life is cruel but here. Now that's what counts,. sleep. I said as he sniffled a few minutes later he was a sleep, I love you i whisper

[squeakyfir]

The Love from a Skeleton [Jack Skellington X Reader]

Plot: Halloween... The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes. And I mean that literally... Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king... A pumpkin king. His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect! No taxes to pay No drama And no more loneliness Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful. Enjoy! *I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*

Chapter 10

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Jack has been delivering presents for awhile and thinks he's doing an amazing job. Many houses were given presents of horror and monsters. No joy, no cheer and no Christmas spirit. The citizens were blocking their fireplaces, locking doors, boarding up windows, calling the police and hiding away. Jack was still out and about on his sleigh with Zero leading the skeleton reindeer.

High up in the sky, search lights were lit up and Jack took them as a sign that the citizens were looking for him and were firing fireworks in celebration of him. "Look Zero, search lights! They're celebrating! They're thanking us for doing such a good job"! They kept firing the canons up into the sky and one nearly hit the sleigh. "Careful down there! It's okay Zero, head higher"!

Jack kept pressing onward and checked the list to see who was next to receive their nightmare presents. "Who's next on my list? Ahh, little Harry and Jordan. Won't they be surprised"! As Jack kept going, more canons were shot and were aimed at the sleigh. It was all being pieced together in Jack's skull. They're trying to hit him!

"They're trying to hit us! Zero"! Jack tried to dodge the oncoming canons but to many were fired and his sleigh was hit. The sleigh was destroyed on impact as Jack fell to the ground with his cries as fell. All of Halloween town was watching through the fountain and were devastated and shocked. The mayor had his sad face as he went to his car to announce the terrible news. "Terrible news, folks! The worst tragedy of our time! Jack has been blown to smithereens"!

The mayor kept repeating that as he kept driving around Halloween town to tell everyone. He kept driving and driving along when he was 100 feet away from the place you were being held. He repeated what he kept saying and when you heard "Jack has been blown to smithereens"! Your heart stopped. You weren't believing any of this. "No! NOOOO! JACK! NOOOOOOO"! Oogie then went up to you and slapped you hard with his stubby hand. "Shut up! Your bone man is dead... GET OVER IT"!

"Attention, attention citizens. Terrible news. There's still no sign of Santa Claus. Although the imposter has been shot down, it looks like Christmas will have to be cancelled this year. I repeat, the imposter..." The police men said as they drived slowly through the neighborhoods to let everyone know. A crash site in the nearby cemetery, Jack laid upon an angel statue in disarray and shame. What he thought was joy was horror. It does sound like something he should be proud of but it was not at all what he intended.

He wanted to feel like himself again, but instead felt deep shame. Which lead to him to sing in sorrow.

What have I done? x2

How could I be so blind?

All is lost, where was I?

Spoiled all x2

Everything's gone all wrong

What have I done? x2

Find a deep cave to hide in

In a million years they'll find me

Only dust and a plaque

That reads, "Here Lies Poor Old Jack"

But I never intended all this madness, never

Jack leaned up and his tone in his song turned from shameful to mad confusion.

And nobody really understood, how could they?

That all I ever wanted was to bring them something great

Why does nothing ever turn out like it should?

His tone changed again to sincere.

Well, what the heck, I went and did my best

And, by God, I really tasted something swell

And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky

And at least I left some stories they can tell, I did

His tone changed was now more about him.

And for the first time since I don't remember when

I felt just like my aold bony self again

And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King

Jack then ripped the remaining torn and burnt sewn Santa suit from his form.

That's right, I am the Pumpkin King, ha, ha, ha

And I just can't wait until next Halloween

'Cause I've got some new ideas

That will really make them scream

And, by God I'm really gonna give it all my might

Just then, he remembered that Santa would be the only one who could fix everything.

Uh oh, I hope there's still time to set things right

Sandy Claws, hmm

Jack then went to the angel statue and opened up two double doors on the statues. When suddenly, a voice went racing through his mind. A message. 'Jack... Help me! Please!' The voice sounded familiar...

"(Y/n)"! Jack then raced off through the tunnel as fast as his long legs could run. He didn't want anything happening to you. For once in his immortal life, Jack was scared. He was scared of losing you. It's obvious he doesn't have a soul but he knew what he was feeling. Fear and love. He's scared of losing you and is now self aware that he's in love with you.

He now doesn't just have the objective of helping Santa... He now will do whatever it takes to save the love of his immortal life. And that love...

Is you...

[animeblogforclasswooooo]

The End of Evangelion

Not gonna lie, I really hate Shinji after watching this movie. This whole movie just felt like Shinji was running away from problems and it causes everyone to suffer due to it. I was really confused about why he was still so broken after watching the last episode in the show. It felt like he understood about what he needed to do in order to be happy in the last episode, but for this movie it displays how broken he still is. This search for love that Shinji goes through is really weird as he rejects anyone who does not give him everything. An example of this is with Shinji starts to choke Asuka as she reject his love. Moreover, this love is a little weird as Shinji does not understand what love truly is. This push and pull that Shinji has is really weird as on the outside he rejects everyone, but on the inside he wants everyone. I was also confused with why Shinji also backed off on destroying the world. Shinji was so wishy washy throughout the whole show, he could not commit to literally anything. Even when he gets what he thinks he wants, he still does not know what he wants and he gives up on that as well. I believe the critique here is that you have to commit to something because if you do not you'll never find peace. This was displayed at the end with Shinji still not being able to find peace within himself as he still needs someone else's validation. Moreover, why did he not choose Rei as she is the one who did everything for him. Why does he still go back to Asuka? I still don't understand as she is the one that hurts him the most. All in all, it was an okay watch, but it was really frustrating to watch as Shinji did one of five things in the whole movie. Shinji either cried, moaned, complained, whined, or just screamed.