#because i was lucky obviously but i also show no fear

[benveydraws]

putting these pages together for no particular reason

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Older brothers react to: Mc and the hand holding curse.

Other parts can be found here: Younger Brothers, Diavolo & Barbatos, The Angels & Solomon

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Welcome! to the first part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Mc gets gets cursed to be stuck holding hands with a lower rank demon. Mc doesn't know how to undo the curse and has been stuck being dragged around by the lower rank demon. When the brothers spot Mc "holding hands" with a lower rank demon and "following" the demon around how do they react? How does the brother react once they find out its a curse, can they help undo the curse? Find out how the brothers react by reading more!

Lucifer's reaction:

Lucifer is doing Lucifer things, you know helping his man Diavolo, keeping his brothers in check, wondering where his human ran off to, the usual man. Lucifer was currently in the middle of lecturing Mammon for trying to steal something from R.A.D, when they both watch Mc go zooming past while holding hands with lower rank demon. Is Lucifer jealous? Slightly but his pride would never admit that. Lucifer is mostly concerned, like a- 'what the hell is Mc doing with that demon?' kinda concern. Obviously since he's concerned and definetly not because he's jealous Lucifer follows after Mc and the random demon. Leaving poor Mammon to stand there stunned and confused. Lucifer calls out to Mc- "Mc! What're you doing?" He keeps it short and simple, trying to sound like hes just doing his job, keeping the human safe, but he comes off as rather jealous and angry. His pressence makes the lower rank demon take off running out of fear and panic, dragging poor Mc with. Lucifer is annoyed when he sees the two running away. He didnt want to have to chase after Mc and the lower rank demon like he has to chases after Mammon. Nonetheless he chases after them, swiftly and strategically he chases the two into a dead end hallway in R.A.D.

Lucifer is fumming, he's definitely in his demon form, the poor demon cursed to Mc is shaking in terror, they are trapped and being approached by one terrifying demon, even though Lucifer is glaring at the demon he only speaks to Mc, acting as if the lower rank demon isnt worth his time. The random demon cowers behind Mc as Mc explains to Lucifer that its a curse and neither of them know how to undo it. Lucifer is relieved to hear its just a curse but he doesnt show it, he simply walks over and helps Mc get free of the curse. Lucifer makes sure Mc is okay before he places his hand on the lower rank demon's shoulder and leads them away from Mc with a sinister smirk. The lower rank demon had to endure some scary shit man, Lucifer took him to the student council office and the demon had to answer questions from Diavolo, Lucifer and Barbatos. The random demon is lucky they didn't have a heart attack during the interigation, they ended up being punished even though it was mostly an accident. The lower rank demon got strung upside down in a random place in R.A.D for like a week. Poor random demon. Lucifer probably proudly brings Mc to see the random demon strung upside down.

Mammon's reaction:

Mammon is also doing Mammon things, you know trying to steal expensive things from R.A.D, getting caught per usual, then getting lectured by Lucifer like always. When Mammon watches Mc go zooming by while holding a lower rank demons hand, Mammon no longer cares about Lucifer's lecture. He immediately is yelling- "Oi' get your grimy hands off my human!" There is no questioning if Mammon is jealous, we all know he is. The lower rank demon takes off after hearing someone yelling at them, dragging poor Mc behind them. Mammon immediately starts running after the two individuals, thats his human man he's not letting someone else hold their hand and drag them around! Thats his job! When Mammon finally catches up to the two, hes fumming, hes in his demon form and he instantly slams the lower rank demon against the wall, unintentionally causing poor Mc to slam against the wall too. At least take Mc out on a date first Mammon. Mammon towers over the lower rank demon while in his demon form. The demon just cowers in fear as Mammon rants about Mc being his human. Mc tries to get Mammon attention, but it takes them awhile due to how worked up he is. Once Mc finally does get the greedy demons attention they explain to Mammon that its a curse, Mc and the lower rank demon got cursed to hold hands during class and couldn't undo the curse.

Mammon is super embarressed, but he doesn't apologize for his actions to anyone other than Mc. Thats his human, that lower rank demon deserved a few bruises purely for being around Mc, he was definitely planning to find the lower rank demon in a secluded area after dealing with the curse. Mammon can not undo the curse, thats not his thing, but Mammon will forcefully drag the lower rank demon and Mc to someone who can undo the curse. He can go to a few people but in all honesty, he goes to Lucifer. Even though he had ran away from Lucifer he trusts Lucifer to much to go to anyone else when it comes to something as serious to Mammon as his human. Mammon bites the bullet and takes his lecture and punishment for running from Lucifer's lecture, just so he can see Mc free from the curse. Lucifer being Lucifer he holds up the punishment part, but he does have a soft spot for his brother and Mc so he helps with the curse, and even lets Mammon torment the lower rank demon for dragging Mc around. Mammon bullies the poor demon for weeks, the poor demon is broker than Mammon by the time Mammon leaves them alone.

Leviathan's reaction:

Leviathan is doing Leviathan things he didn't want to be out of his room but he had to for a student council meeting. He sat near the door to the student council room, playing games on his D.D.D as he waits for it to get closer to when the meeting is supposed to start. Leviathan just so happens to look up in time to see Mc go walking past while "holding hands" with a lower rank demon. Levi is incredibly jealous, but he's also very self-conscious. Levi won't say anything to Mc and the lower rank demon but he will probably mutter something to himself like- "Of course Mc would rather hold hands with a lower rank demon than a yucky otaku like me" Levi is pulled out of his self-loathing thoughts when Mc yells out to him for help. The lower rank demon proceeds to take off running, dragging poor Mc with them, all Mc can do is call to Levi for help. Levi realizes Mc must not be willing holding hands with the random demon. Levi takes off after Mc and the lower rank demon, feeling like a hero in an anime as he chases after the two individuals. In all honesty its a really chaotic and cool chase sequence, the lower rank demon knocks demons and things over as he runs away from Levi with Mc dragging behind. Levi jumps over the obstacles like a professional, genuinely looking like hes meant to be in an anime.

Levi eventually catches up to the two, he pounces on the lower rank demon tackling them to the ground, unintentionally tackling Mc as well. Everyone groans in pain before Levi gets off, he helps Mc up as Mc explains that they and the lower rank demon are cursed to be stuck holding hands. Levi isnt good with curses, he could look up a solution but he isn't confident that he wouldn't hurt Mc during the process of trying to undo the curse. Levi can take Mc and the lower rank demon to plenty of people but he decides to just drag them to Solomon, Solomon's a human and a great sorcerer so Levi just feels like its the best solution. Solomon helps Mc get free from the curse while laughing and poking fun at the situation. Levi does tell Lucifer about what happened, and Lucifer pretends he doesnt know that Levi hacked all the lower rank demon's devices and tormented the random demon for a few weeks because they messed with his Henry. Levi def has hacking skills with how much hes online, change my mind.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, stuff happened or whateves but ill try and post more after this! More content is coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby!

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[dustofthedailylife]

texting Dan Heng "baobei, come over" when we need help with something,,,,, and him getting all flustered and shy sksksks

(baobei = treasure in chinese)

A/N: pls, the man would short-circuit- This also got longer than I expected... oopsies. Well, I hope you enjoy <3

"My Treasure"

ft. Dan Heng x (gn!)Reader || [Fluff] -> Masterlist || → Taglist

"Baobei, can you come over for a sec? I need your help with something."

What would be an entirely normal direct message on his phone in the eyes of anyone else, was exactly the opposite to him.

Why did you call him a term of endearment in his native language out of the blue? Who even taught it to you? And did you even know what it means?

He could feel his face heat up uncontrollably and he immediately locked his phone again, looking around in panic to see if anyone was looking at him right now. He wished to avoid anyone seeing his reddened cheeks at any cost.

Mr. Yang was currently reading through some magazines and Himeko was currently somewhere else on the train, as was March. Lucky.

He quickly got up and headed for your room, halting in front of your door and trying to recollect himself before daring to knock on it.

He was leading possible conversations with you inside of his head to be prepared for as many possible outcomes as he could think of, which in turn made him more and more nervous.

Were you going to ask him out? Did you return his feelings? Are you planning to confess? Did you just mean to tease him and he was overthinking it?

He was most likely overthinking it. Sure, he had a crush on you but there was no way you would be able to know. He made sure you wouldn't find out under any circumstance. He believed March had her suspicions about it since she kept hinting at things, but he made sure to seem as indifferent about you as he possibly could every time.

Little did neither he nor you know that March knew everything and was trying to play the wing-woman for you two; The two idiots being obviously in love but at the same time too dumb to confess to each other.

By now his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing at light speed in his chest and he hadn't even knocked on the door yet. At the same time, he had no idea for how long he had been standing there, just staring at your door, but if someone would spot him hesitating like that, while also being beet red in the face, they could put two and two together.

In hindsight, it probably would've been smarter to just knock instantly without overthinking and getting this over with. Especially since his cheeks had grown even redder while he had done so.

As soon as he heard the door to the wagon he was in being opened he snapped out of his trance and finally knocked. Mostly just because he feared it would be Himeko or March. He wouldn't hear the end of their teasing if they spotted him in front of your room this flustered. Upon hearing your voice call him in he slipped right in as fast as he could without seeming suspicious.

"Hi! There you are finally!" You cheered, running over to him with a tablet in hand.

You were trying to show him something and ask him some questions, but he was too distracted to listen properly. What didn't help was that he felt like he was burning up from the inside with all the blood that was rushing to his cheeks. Admittedly, standing next to you after you called him baobei in your DM earlier, he even started to feel a little lightheaded.

"Hey, Dan Heng?" You looked at him visibly concerned with furrowed brows. "Are you not feeling well? Your face is all red and you look a bit out of it?"

"W-wha? Hmm? No, I'm alri-"

He was, in fact, not alright in the slightest. Especially not when he was cut off when you brushed his hair out of his forehead to feel his temperature. The skin-on-skin contact made everything even worse. For someone who was so put together usually, he currently was everything but.

"Good lord. You're burning up! Come here, lie down on my bed for a second."

He could absolutely not do that. He needed to leave. Fast.

"No, I'll just go lie down in my room instead. Just message me if you need anything from the archives."

"Okay," you nodded happily. "See ya later, baobei."

He winced at the mention of the word directly in person. You too didn't miss it and furrowed your brows in concern once more.

"Uh, did I say something wrong?" You asked, seemingly catching onto the fact that the word you kept saying to him could possibly be the reason for his strange behavior.

"D-do you know what that word means?"

"What? Baobei?"

He winced again before nodding and averting his gaze.

"Well... March said it means something along the lines of 'Bestie', I heard it when we were on the Luofu and thought it sounded cute."

So she was responsible for this. March, you would have some explaining to do.

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[thecuriousquest]

Hii can i request a platonic yandere bakugo fic where where kastuki where his parents are hosting a foreig exchange student and while there living there kastuki keep trying to get them to refer to him as their brother? Reader is polite but doesn’t interact with them much tyy 💕💕

Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, threats of violence, almost drowning, injury, open wound, blood

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You cross the threshold of the Bakugou household. You came all the way from America to be hosted by them in the foreign exchange student program.

“You really didn’t have to do that. I could have gotten the heavy stuff,” you try to tell Katsuki and his father.

“Shut up. Don’t worry about it. Wouldn’t want your arms falling or anything.”

Grumbling something under your breath about not being weak, you observe that he has a really weird way of showing concern.

“Oh, Katsuki, you can just leave it right there.”

He shoots you a glare before telling you to follow him. “Come on. I’ll show you where your room is.” He takes the other bag from his father and hauls everything up the stairs with ease.

It makes you feel useless as you trail up the steps behind him.

When you reach the room, you look around at it. It’s a spacious room, much bigger than yours at home.

“Look, if you’re gonna be staying here, I don’t want you calling me by my name. I think it would be better if you called me something else.”

You turn to face him with a cocked brow. “What exactly do you want me to call you if not your name?”

“‘Big Brother’. You could also call me ‘Big Bro’, but I like the first one better.”

You giggle a bit until you realize how serious he is. “What? No, I’m not calling you that.”

His expression morphs. His lips are slightly downturned, and his vermillion eyes narrow at you in slits.

“I wasn’t really asking.”

Just then, like a saving grace, his mother’s not-so-angelic voice shrieks for Bakugou to help her with something downstairs.

He rolls his eyes and stalks out of the room with his hands in his pockets. “Lucky you. Don’t think we’re finished with this conversation,” he throws over his shoulder before slamming your door shut behind him.

You can hear him shout behind the barrier to his mother, “WHAT, YOU HAG?!”

You sit down on the bed, pondering about how angry you made him just by disagreeing with the situation. You don’t want to call him your brother because he’s not your family. Your family is at home in America, and right now, you want nothing more than to go back because his cutting glare really bothers you.

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On Friday, you have two weeks left before school starts. Sitting on the couch, flipping through your book for a specific page, you see a hand grab your book and pull it away from you.

“Hey, that’s mine!” you yell as you try to snatch it back from him.

“Shut up, brat. I’m just trying to see what you’re reading.”

When you tire yourself out from trying to get the book back, you cross your arms and pout. “What does it matter to you?”

“Just want to make sure it’s age appropriate. Can’t have you filling your head with garbage. Eh, seems alright for you.” He tosses the book on your lap and takes a seat beside you.

“Katsuki, can you go somewhere else? You’re distracting me.”

Looking at your book, you don’t register his anger until his voice comes out restrained through clenched teeth. “What did I tell you about calling me that? Are you stupid or something?”

“I am not stupid! Don’t you dare ever call me that again. You know what? I’ll just go to my room because you’re obviously not going to go anywhere.”

You try to leave the room, only to have Bakugou grab you by your shoulders and turn you back around to face him. He shoves you against the corner walls, trapping you.

Bakugou raises his hand, but not to strike you. You flinch and squeeze your eyes closed. You keep waiting for a sting on your cheek, a ring in your ear, something painful. However, none of it comes.

Opening your eyes, you see small explosions going off on his palm.

“You see that? Call me by my name again, and I’ll light your ass on fire.”

So, you decided not to call Katsuki anything at all. You decided you wouldn’t even interact with him. Over the next few days, every time he would walk into the room, you would leave. Every conversation he attempts to start with you goes ignored. It infuriates him, but it’s the only way you can manage to get any peace.

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A few days later on Monday, Mitsuki asks if you’d like to go to the community pool with Bakugou sometime during the week.

You smile awkwardly, telling them that you’re not a fan of the pool.

“Oh, really? Why’s that?” She queries.

“Well, I just don’t know how to swim.”

An idea begins to form in his head, and Katsuki wraps an arm around you playfully and says, “Don’t worry, Nii-chan’ll teach you how to swim.”

You smile politely so as not to cause any trouble, but you mentally put your foot down. There’s no way in hell anyone could get you to go swimming.

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Katsuki drags you all the way there. “Quit struggling. It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t want to!” you huff at him as you set your things down on the chair.

“Alright fine. Pout all you want. I’m getting out of this heat.” He dives into the pool.

To you, it actually looks pretty fun. You wish you could swim.

Looking around, you notice that you and Katsuki are the only ones here. It’s inevitable that the adults are at work since it is a regular Tuesday, meaning their kids are probably sleeping in if they’re teenagers or at daycare if they’re too young. You’re only surprised that there isn’t a lifeguard on the clock.

Sitting on the ledge, you watch Katsuki swim. You two even end up chatting for some time. He splashes you playfully, and you laugh while kicking water at him. For the first time since you’ve been at the Bakugou household, you start to relax. Maybe, Katsuki isn’t so bad after all.

He gets out of the pool to get a drink from the vending machine. He turns to you, dripping with water as he grabs some coins from his wallet.

“You want anything?” He asks you.

“No thanks. I brought my water bottle.”

When he comes back, he’s had enough of you being such a scardy cat. With the sole of his foot on your back, he pushes you into the deep end. You struggle to stay afloat, flailing your arms about as you try to gain purchase.

“Katsuki!” You sputter chlorine infused water as your head dips below the surface.

He crouches down. “You want my help? You know what to say.”

How could he do this to you? How could he use something like this to his advantage just to give him a title that’s not even his?! If you want to live, you have to swallow your pride.

“Big Brother, he-help!” Too much water goes into your mouth, and you end up coughing fervently.

He dives into the deep end, wraps an arm around your stomach, swims to the ladder, and helps you out. He pats your back to help you cough up more water.

Once you’re settled and the shock of what just happened wears off, you try to run away from Katsuki. You end up tripping, and a giant abrasion forms along the front of your knee and shin. Crying out in pain, you hold your leg as the throbbing burn takes over. There’s blood spilling from the gash, and you can’t get yourself to breathe through it.

Katsuki picks you up in his arms and carries you the entire way home. Once there, he gets the first aid supplies ready. He fixes up your wound, making sure to treat you with caution.

“Don’t try to run off on me like that again. Kay?”

“Okay, Kat-”

He presses down on your knee with the worst pressure imaginable.

“Okay, Big Brother! I’m sorry, stop!”

He lets go of your leg and leans forward. “Remember that all of this could have been avoided if you had just been good and called me that in the first place.”

Nodding, you can see the scarlet liquid begin to bleed through the gauze. It’s terrifying knowing that one of your hosts did this to you, maybe not directly, but he’s the cause of it. For fuck’s sake, you almost drowned because of him.

He rustles your hair with his fingers in a playful manner before taking his hand away. “If you behave, then we can get along pretty well. If not, well…” He taps your wrapped leg. “You know what can happen.”

It takes a lot for you to utter the words he wants to hear. “Yes, Big Brother.”

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SFW alphabet

Nathan Prescott's SFW alphabet!!!

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A - affection (how affectionate are they with you?)

In public, Nathan's affection towards you is dropped down to holding hands, an arm around your shoulder or waist. You'll get a kiss, if you're lucky. He isn't big on PDA because his parents raised him to think that showing your love for someone in public is inappropriate and frowned upon.

But when you're all alone, it's a whole different story. If you're trying to concentrate on something, Nathan will make it his life goal to distract you and steal affection from you. Whenever you're alone together, he's holding onto you in some way whether it's having you sat on his lap, or just holding onto you in some way.

B - best friend (how are they as a bestie?)

Fucking insane. Expect to do some crazy ass shit 24/7. He'll hang around you like a lost puppy, whether you're doing weed somewhere, or terrorising the neighbourhood

C - cuddles (how do they cuddle?)

This man will cuddle you in any position, as long as he's touching you he doesn't care. Although, in the beginning of your relationship he was very tense when it came to cuddling you and physical touch in general. He didn't want to be seen as vulnerable or weak, because he was scared that you were going to make fun of him for it. Because of this, he resulted to spooning you, so he could still hold but be able to not show how much he's enjoying it.

Now, he prefers to be held by you, because he knows that you won't laugh at him for it and you won't tell anyone. He'll also just lay ontop of you and rest his head on your chest.

D - domestic (their thoughts on settling down)

Nathan has never had a domestic moment in his entire life, until he met you that is. He does want to spend his entire life with you, but he isn't prepared to drop everything and become a normal citizen of society yet. He wants to spend his youthful years as rebellious as he can, but not to the point where it could ruin both your lives.

E - ending (how would a breakup go?)

A breakup with anyone else, wouldn't bother Nathan the slightest bit. But with you, he would actually lose his mind. Expect alot of shouting and yelling, then sobbing and begging for you to stay. Nathan has spent so much time with you, the thought of you splitting up never crossed his mind, so he was really shocked. He would start spiralling downwards rapidly. Not attending his therapy sessions, not taking his pills, lashing out at everyone. All he wants is you and that's the one thing he can't have.

F - fiancée (how do they feel about commitment?)

Nathan was originally very weary of commitment, purely because he feared that you'd leave him like everyone else. But after a year of you dating, he realised he couldn't picture his life without you. Nathan was raised to think that marriage is the best way a relationship could go. So, he waited a little while after you both graduated before very nervously popping the question. Obviously, you said yes. (If you dont I'll personally murder you for crushing this poor boy's heart)

G - gentle (how gentle are they with you?)

You know that Nathan is the most rigid person to ever have existed and won't hesitate to through someone out of a window. Which is why you were so shocked when he held you so delicately as if you'd break like glass. And the way he speaks to you is so timid and soft, a tone he's never used with anyone else. You're the only thing in his life that he actually gives a shit about, so he's going to protect you at all costs.

H - hugs (their thoughts on hugs)

He's not a very big fan of hugs. He'll side hug you tho, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring her hips next to his. The only time he'll accept hugs, is if you reward him with a kiss aswell.

I - I love you (who's the first to say it and how often is it said?)

Surprisingly, Nathan was the first to say it. It happened when you were comforting him after one of his many nightmares. He tucked his head under your chin and you ran your fingers through his hair. You let him sob and tell you all about it, while comforting him. Nathan realised in this moment, how this is the first and only time someone has treated him so gently and softly. In comparison, everyone else treats him like trash. So, in the darkness of the night he muttered a small, "I love you." And his heart was pounding agaisnt his ribcage as he waited for your response. "I love you too, idiot." You said back, kissing his forehead.

You only share "I love yous" in intimate and private moments. Nathan doesn't like the idea of just saying it every five seconds, because then he thinks it loses it's meaning. So, you both always cherish your "I love you" moments because you can tell how sincere it is.

J - jealousy (how jealous do they get?)

Jesus Christ, this man can go from zero to one hundred real quick. If he sees you having a conversation with a guy he isn't friends with for a little too long, he's marching over and making an obvious display that your taken. If he sees someone straight up flirty with you, he'll straight up tell them to fuck off. When they eventually leave, he'll kiss you with a burning desire, as if proving that you're all his. Despite all of this, he's never angry at you. He'll never say that you were purposely leading the guy on or anything. He trusts your loyalty.

K - kisses (their thoughts on kissing)

Nathan's all for kissing and making out, but not so much in public. He'll stick his tongue down your throat to his heart's content in the safety of your rooms, but not in public. He'll kiss your cheek, or peck your lips quickly in public, so people don't see him as soft and vulnerable.

But drunk and high Nathan is a whole over story. He'll take you to a quieter area of a Vortex party and press himself agaisnt you while you're backed up agaisnt a wall. You can't say you don't love him like this, but you do remind him that you can't do this here because of how fast photos and videos spread around Blackwell. You don't want him to do something he'll regret while he's not even sober.

L - little ones (their thoughts on having children)

Honestly, Nathan is fucking terrified of having kids. Purely because, he fears that he'll turn into his father. If it ever were to happen, he definitely wants to be in the right state of mind, not on any illegal drugs and not drinking any alcohol. He really doesn't want to fuck up raising his kids, like he has with everything else (his opinion).

If his father comments on how he thinks that Nathan is doing a shit job as a dad, his heart will shatter into a million pieces, because someone confirmed his biggest fear. But you and his sisters make sure to tell his dad to shut the fuck up and assure Nathan that he is doing a good job and he is a good dad.

M - mornings (how do mornings usually go?)

When you're still in Blackwell, mornings last only for a couple of minutes. You wake up from the light bleeding through the curtains and listen to the students starting their day in their dorms. You and Nathan sleepily talk about how shit your days are gonna be, while pressing lazy kisses to each other's skin.

When you're on summer break, or you've graduated and in your own home, your mornings are so much more relaxed. You stay in bed for atleast two hours, holding each other and telling each other how beautiful you think one another are with sleepy voices. It takes you atleast half an hour to convince Nathan that you actually need to start your day.

N - nights (how do your nights go?)

When you're still at Blackwell, your nights start with one of you sneaking into the other's room. Then, you watch a movie on his laptop and cuddle in bed, sleepy kisses passed between you both before sleep consumes you.

When your on summer break, or you've graduated and living in your own home, nights are more calm and layed back. You huddle up under the covers and do whatever you want. Watch a movie, talk about your days, make out 👀. You end up falling asleep way later than you do when you were at Blackwell, as you have more freedom over your schedules.

O - open (how open are they about your relationship?)

It takes a few months for Nathan to annouce your dating, he just wants to make sure that this isn't just a fling or something and that it's for real. He doesn't show PDA alot, but people know that your dating, mostly because Nathan wouldn't let anyone get as physically close to him as you do if you were just friends.

P - patience (how much patience do they have with you?)

Nathan is alright with you requiring some time to figure something out in your relationship, considering how much time he needs in your relationship aswell. If you need him with you alot of the time, he doesn't mind that either. He admires your presence.

Q - quizzes (how much do they remember about you? Like little details?)

It might not seem like it, but Nathan is very observant of the things you say. He makes mental notes of your interests that you've mentioned and stuff you've said you want. Which is why he's an amazing gift giver. If you say you like something as a one off, months later on your birthday he's got it wrapped up for you. "Nathan, this was five hundred dollars!" "So?"

R - remember (their favourite memory with you)

Nathan's favourite memory of him and you is your first kiss. He took you to the lighthouse and you were looking out at the sea, a golden ray of sunshine lighting up your face. Discreetly, Nathan pulled out his camera and snapped a photo of you, causing you to turn to him. You tried to grab his camera to delete the photo, but he raised it above his head, where you couldn't reach. You were up on your tiptoes, trying to snatch the camera, not realising how close you and Nathan were. You stumbled forward a little and Nathan instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you. You looked into his eyes and he looked into yours. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

S - security (how protective are they of you?)

This man is able to act as your boyfriend and your gaurd dog. It's well known around the school that Nathan and you are an item and that your both off limits. So, when the oblivious new kid was trying to hit on you, Nathan was beyond fuming. You're surprised there wasn't any steam coming out of his ears. Nathan was fully prepared to smash the new kid's nose into sidewalk, but you felt bad for him and let him down easy, telling him that you already had a boyfriend. That's when Nathan appeared. You subconsciously stepped inbetween them, knowing that Nathan was about to become uncontrollable. The kid hastily left after seeing the dirty look Nathan was throwing his way over your shoulder. That's the plus of having a gaurd dog boyfriend, he's an asshole but he's your asshole, so you can some what calm down his anger.

T - try (how much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries etc)

When it comes to dates, Nathan uses his rich boy privileges. He takes you out of Arcadia Bay and into a nice town that has an even nicer restaurant. As much as you love that Nathan has spent all this money on you, you don't like these type of dates as much as you would like. You know, that Nathan isn't being his real self when he does things like this, he's just doing it because this is what a stereotypical boyfriend should do. You prefer it when he takes you to quieter places within Arcadia Bay, like the Two Whales, the lighthouse and the beach at sunset.

When it comes to anniversaries, Nathan only cares about the main ones, like when you two got together and when you got married etc. He doesn't really care that much about the more little ones. But he does go all out for anniversaries, again because he knows that this is what a boyfriend/husband should stereotypically do. He gets you expensive gifts and takes you to the lighthouse, where you share so many fond memories.

U - ugly (a bad habit of theirs)

Nathan has a habit of putting his status first beyond anything else. Which means that sometimes he does stuff that he doesn't really want to do, purely because it will make him look cooler and boost his popularity. This is why he doesn't like PDA, because he fears that people will make fun of him for loving someone.

V - Vanity (how insecure are they?)

Nathan is very insecure about so many things. He's made this facade that he presents infront of everyone, so they don't get to see the damage behind it. You can see right through it, but you'd never call him out on it. You both have a silent agreement that when he let's his gaurd down with you it stays between the two of you.

W - whole (do they feel while when they're with you?)

Yes, one hundred per cent. He feels so complete and content when he's with you, because he knows he doesn't have to act like someone else. He can just be him. And you love seeing the real Nathan and how you can now understand him so much better.

X - xtra (a random headcannon)

Nathan can't sleep in silence. He needs a tv on, or his laptop playing something, or a playlist playing on his phone. He can't sleep without something playing in the background, because when he's left in silence he over thinks things too much. The sound distracts him and eases his mind.

Y - yuck (a personality trait they hate)

Nathan hates it when people try to get close to him just for popularity, or just to try and get closer to the Prescott family. He can't stand people using him and he doesn't have time for it. So, if someone tries that with him he tells them to fuck off and he can ruin their lives in a millisecond.

Z - zzz (sleeping habits)

Nathan has to sleep holding onto you somehow. He has to be holding onto your arm, or keeping one of your legs entangled with his own. This isn't really sleeping habit, but he has a fucked up sleep schedule. Like he'll wake up at five in the morning one night and then only just get into bed at five in the morning another night. #fixthisman'ssleepschedule

[weightgainworld]

Lack of visibility in the feederism community

I saw a Reddit post about a lack of people of color in the feedism community, and I realized I want to expand on what I had as a reply. The issue is not a lack of POC in the community. There are lots of black male and female feedees, but they are often overshadowed or ignored. This is something that is always an issue in society, but it is more noticeable here since this is a community where not fitting the standard can lead to hate or being cased to the side. If you do not know any feedee of color or any race besides the norm, then I highly suggest you look for some. I would provide some, cause I would genuinely love to promote them. However, I do not want to include anyone in a post where the message is a sensitive topic like this. I might not get any hate or objections for it, but rather not take the rest and send toxic people are creators. I am sure we have all seen that happen time and time again. On the topic of being ostracized for being different, even when you fit the standard, there are always people who make it difficult to identify yourself in this kink space without fear of doxing. I and many others do not show our faces because of that fear. It sucks, I hate it and wish it would change. Not only does it make the community look smaller than it might be, but it does not lead to people feeling like this is an exclusive safe space. I am a feeder and feedee, but as a feeder, me and others need to remember how lucky we are to be able to engage in this space so easily without even showing a picture of ourselves. You can encourage or tease anyone with relative ease with just your words. Even on video, you don't have to show your face to feed someone else. A feedee does not have the same luxuries. You can be seen as fake for not wanting to share yourself, not like there are bad actors who add to those issues. However, it feels like you can not truly be a part of this community as a feedee unless you are showing your belly. I love this community, but who can honestly feel 100% safe when massive issues are coming from people who do not respect boundaries and hate being told they are doing something wrong? It is embarrassing to hear people call themselves feeders, and more importantly, members of this community, while also driving others away just because they do not answer a message fast enough. Back on the topic of POC. If you want to see more people in this space, we as a community need to be more welcoming to them. Some people are trying to do their best to create that space, but as a whole, we are failing. If I told you to name an African American feedee, of any gender, most couldn't even come up with a name. When it comes to ones who are even popular, I know 1 and only 1 that I could even say is the stereotypical definition of popular. That is not good. I won't act like I have been doing anything to make the space any easier to be a part of. I am not making it worse obviously, but inaction is still action. I hope while reading this, everyone in this community can continue this long journey of making it a better more inclusive place. Also, doesn't matter what size, gender, or race you are, you are a feedee. If that message wasn't strong enough from the beginning. Nobody gets to take that title away from you just because you wanted to lose weight or stop posting. Even if you never posted a picture or video, you belong here too.

[digital-domain]

A Prologue to the End

Nanami x Reader

in which nanami has time to warn you, the love of his life, that he might not be coming home at the end of this.

taking place in a slightly altered timeline, I suppose

Word Count: 1500

Content Tags: Angst!! Obviously. With a hint of comfort. Implied talk of death. Established relationship. One kiss. Me very clearly not being okay.

Note: I don’t think that Nanami would ever let himself get into a relationship once he went back to Jujutsu High. Not with all the risks he takes on. He’s simply Too Responsible. But for the sake of closure, let’s pretend.

Because of Nanami, you’ve learned to distinguish between different kinds of serious. There’s one that isn’t really serious at all - a deadpan voice with raised brows, a smile threatening to break out from the thin crease of his lips. You learned to read that one quickly. Quicker than most, he’s told you. He’s used to it being misunderstood.

When he’s dead serious - that’s a different story. He doesn’t use that voice with you. It’s dispassionate, saved for situations where there’s too much on the line to let emotions get away. There are too many of those in his life. They show in the lines on his face, the bags underneath his eyes. They’ve become more prominent in the years you’ve known him.

Some nights, you can tell it’s been a harrowing day, because he barely says a word. On those days, you pull him close, and sit in the silence with him. Reliving details is painful, and you don’t need the whole story right away. You’ll hear it eventually - you always do - but when it’s fresh, it’s enough just to be there by his side. Enough to meet him when he arrives home, and stay by his side until he’s ready to go on. Until he’s ready to wake up in the morning and do it all over again.

He’s shown more courage than the world has any right to ask of him. He’s also shown you that there’s a difference between being brave and being fearless. When the fear comes out…that’s the kind of serious that chills you. It means things are worse than you can imagine. It means he’s in trouble.

It’s what you see on his face tonight. He’s not making a secret of it. Sometimes, he tries to hide it from you (as if he could), but tonight, he wants to talk. He needs to. Soon.

“Sit with me?”

He nods wordlessly, takes his seat beside you on the couch. “It’s…different this time.”

You can tell. He’s not looking at you. Even when everything has gone to shit, he makes a point of looking you in the eyes. Tonight, though, his gaze is fixed on the carpet beneath your feet.

“The fights ahead…it’s possible that they’ll alter the world forever.” He inhales deeply, eyes flicking upwards and fixing on some set point on the ceiling of your apartment. “I can’t just stand by. My presence there…it will make a difference. I know it will.” His nails dig into the couch cushion beneath him, knuckles whitening under the warm glow of the lamp in the corner. “But with all the forces at play, I’ll be outmatched. And if things don’t go right…” He cuts himself off, leaving the words dangling in midair. It doesn’t matter - you know how the sentence would end.

“I don’t think I’m a lucky man,” he continues. “But meeting you made me feel, for once, like fate was in my favor. The last three years with you have been…well, it would be a lie to say that they’ve been perfect years. But you made them better. You’ve brought me joy for the first time in a long time.”

“Kento…” You move closer, brush his hand with your fingertip. “You’re scaring me. It sounds like…” It sounds like you’re saying goodbye.

“I don’t want to scare you. I wouldn’t, if I had any choice.” Finally, he turns his head, and meets your gaze. It brings you no comfort - his face is obscured by an empty expression that you’ve only seen a few times before. “There’s nothing I want more than to make you happy.”

“Then…” Don’t fight. It’s on the tip of your tongue. But you can’t bring yourself to say it. If you did, and he listened to you, he’d regret it for the rest of his life. When he says he needs to go - he means it.

“You’re talking like you know exactly how this is going to play out,” you say instead. “Like it’s inevitable that…that something bad will happen. But you don’t know that. There’s no way for you to tell.”

He shifts in his seat, and his eyes slip from your face. “You’re right,” he says quietly. “I don’t know how this all will end…but there’s a chance that it will go wrong. And if it does, I’ll never make you happy again.” He cups his head in his hand, takes a shallow breath. “I should have understood from the beginning… someone like me shouldn’t let people get close. It’s too dangerous.” He sighs, and covers his face. “I shouldn’t have been so selfish.”

“Don’t say that.” You shake your head in disbelief. “You never did anything wrong. I knew what I was getting myself into.”

“You didn’t,” he argues. “Not completely. I told you everything I could, but unless you’ve seen what I’ve seen…you can’t understand.”

“I can.” You can feel tears beginning to choke your words, but you don’t let them out. You’re going to be strong for him. “I can, because I trust you. And when you tell me something…even if it’s terrible, even if I don’t want to believe it, I do. When you told me that someday this could fall apart, that you could get hurt, that I could get hurt, I believed you. With all my heart. And I stayed, and I convinced you to stay, because…”

He lowers his hand and stares back at you, hanging onto your every word.

“Because I decided I’d rather take that risk than never have you at all.”

As your tears blur your vision, a pair of strong arms envelopes you. Nanami buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips brushing over your skin. “I want you forever,” he whispers. “I want to know every day that I’m coming home to you. And if there’s a chance that I won’t…you deserve to know.”

“That’s true,” you manage. You hook your arms under his shoulders, clinging onto him. “But if there’s a chance that you’ll be okay, I want to know that, too.”

“There’s a chance,” he murmurs. “It could go either way. Truly. But I want to prepare you. Want you to know what could happen.”

“I’ll never be prepared,” you confess. “But I’m strong.”

“I know.”

“And you’re strong.”

He says nothing at this.

“I believe that you’re capable of anything. I believe you’ll be okay. But if you’re not, if this does end in the worst possible way… I’ll go on living. Life will be different. Life will be worse. But I’ll carry on. You always have, despite everything. I can do it too.” You pull back, and are relieved to see a a flash of light return to his eyes, even as his arms fall back to his sides. “There’s a reason you do what you do. It’s to protect people like me.”

“People like you…and you.” He smiles faintly - you swear that it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve even seen. “Sometimes, when I feel hopeless, I picture your face, the way it looks when you wake up beside me. And then, I keep going.” His voice lowers, and the smile slips from his face. “If I don’t keep going this time, you might soon wake up in an unrecognizable world. I’d rather risk my life than risk that.”

“I want to stop you,” you whisper. “But I won’t.” You hold your head high. “And I won’t make you promise to come back to me. Just…just swear you’ll do everything you can to make it out.”

“I will.” He bows his head, eyes half-closed. “And if I can’t make it out…I’ll at least make it worth the cost.”

“I know you will. But I pray that you won’t have to.” You bring your hand to the side of his face, fingers brushing gently against his hair. “I think…I think we need to stop thinking about it. Just for a little while. We have time before you have to go, don’t we?”

He looks up. “We do. Not much, but…we do.”

“Then I don’t want to spend that time being scared.”

Again, you see the barest hint of a smile cross his face. “How do you want to spend it?”

“Like I want to spend all my time. Happily, with you.”

“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do.” He moves closer, seeming to come alive again as his hand falls over yours, fingertips lacing together.

Later, you’ll say a proper farewell. Later, you’ll spend hours frozen on this exact couch, waiting for any word of what’s happened. But for now, you push every anxious thought of the future away. In his mind, you hope that he does the same.

“I want to kiss you,” he says. After three years, he still likes to ask. “May I?”

You nod silently.

His lips meet yours, and for just that moment, you’re sure that you both are at peace. It may be temporary. It may be merely the eye of a monstrous hurricane. It may be the last peace either of you truly feel. But for you, at this second, it’s enough. You surge into him, drowning out the sounds of the storm bearing down upon you. It’s not time to step into it just yet.

[bellewintersroe]

Band of Brothers headcanons <3

How they react when you, Easy’s nurse, find them hurt 🥺

Whereewwwwww just wanted to thank you all SO SO much for all the love and support! I love writing these headcannons so much, so to know you guys enjoy them is amazing! I appreciate you all so much.

Also if anybody has any requests for head cannons or scenarios let me know! Ship requests will be open again shortly.

Carwood Lipton:

Ahhhhhh you know when he almost takes a piece of shrapnel to the nuts in Carentan? That’s probably when you find him.

you both are kinda good friends at this point but there’s a little more between the two of you, and it’s very obvious.

but anyway you see his body get thrown backwards and fuck!!! You’re sprinting over, heart in your chest, luckily he’s alive when you and Tab fall down next to him.

lip let’s out a sigh of relief to see you there, an instant hand reaching out to land on yours, for comfort. It’s so subtle, and you’re making such a fuss over him you don’t notice at first.

Obviously when he thinks he’s blown a ball up, you look away, allowing him modesty when Floyd checks him.

when you get him into the jeep and he’s all patched up, you’re wiping his face clean, soothing him gently as he watches you through heavy eyelids, tired from the shot of morphine you’d injected.

I don’t think there would be many words spoken between the two of you, but Lip is so pleased you’re there with him, out of all the nurses he got lucky enough for you to treat him- plus, he’s got both his balls- thank god.

“Hey! It’s like winnin’ the lottery, he got the girl and he kept both his balls!”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for pointing that out, Luz.”

Skip Muck:

Holy SHIT! He’s in complete shock when him and Penkala both climb out of the foxhole, somehow alive. A bomb landed near by, giving them a good shake up.

when he sees you he’s on hands and knees, crawling across the frozen floor, but he’s a little numb seeing as, you know, he did almost get hit by a bomb.

but anyway, you fall to your knees, beginning to cry in a mix of shock, horror and relief? Both of them are alive, your love Skip, is alive.

with the help of the other nurses and medics available you get the two to semi safety.

Skip can’t stop watching you, he’s fearful another bomb will go off and you’ll both be separated again.

Skips probably frightened for his life, it makes me sad because I don’t think you’d see him showing that level of fear that often.

poor guy probably just wants a good hug afterwards. I can imagine him resting his face against your chest, keeping his eyes shut to pretend he was somewhere much, much better than Bastogne with you.

Joe Liebgott:

“Oh my GOD, Joe, why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?!”

“Ahhh, it’s nothing, hun, y’know I’ll be fine.”

You’d probably have to fuss over him a great deal to get him sat down and cleaned up. Especially if he’s feeling stubborn.

even when you’re treating him he’s swatting your hands away saying he has to get back to the line. But I think showing him how serious you are will shut him up.

then he’d probably turn it into a game. Starts smirking and pulls your waist into him so he gets a face full of boobs. It’s been a while since you two have been semi alone, what can I say?

complains about the stitches hurt and suggests more than several ways of ‘making him feel better’.

probably chases after you out of the aid station with a half unzipped flyer, leaving you flustered and giggly, attempting to maintain a poker face.

Chuck Grant:

Big sad ok.

Obviously Chuck gets shot in the head veryyyy late into the game, the war in Germany is over, but everybody’s in a limbo waiting to be redeployed to the Pacific.

by this time you and Chuck are in a well established relationship, hell you’re even engaged to one another- I think this would be recent.

anyway, high off your recent engagement, this is the last thing the either of you expect.

so everybody’s kinda hush hush to tell you, but I think some how you’d overhear somebody accidentally spilling the horrific news in front of you.

I think we all know that would never go down too well. God, it’s devastating. You think you’ve lost him, but he’s such a fighter.

Chuck’s a little confused when he wakes up, he’d be in a lot of pain and probably slip in and out of consciousness for a while. But to have you there whenever he is somewhat awake means so much.

When he was fully awake, he’d remember glimpses of you, your hair, your voice and your ring. You’d be such a comfort for him.

You’d be there for him through his whole recovery, and although Chuck can be a little doubtful at times, he never once doubts your love for one another.

Shifty Powers:

You two have such a cute, little, blossoming romance when Shifty gets to go home. It’s all going perfect, it’s new and you’re both excited to see each other back in the States.

but when Shifty gets hurt unexpectedly, you bet you’re using all your points, racing to where he’s stationed, and staying with him as long as you think he needs.

he’d be in a lot of pain, but he’d be so relieved to see you, he’d still be smiling and blushing over you- and despite the fact he shouldn’t really move, he’s holding his hands out.

shocked when you start crying!

oh my god, he’d be so soft, he wouldn’t want you to cry and comforts you so gently.

he just wants you to be happy, so when he’s still recovering in Europe and the men are already at home, he’s insisting you go home, saying he feels guilty for keeping you stuck there.

but truthfully, you love being around him, it’s a rocky beginning to a relationship, but you fall in love there. When you both get home I feel like Shifty would have already wifed you up or he’s about to.

Floyd Talbert:

Smith accidentally stabs him, we all know the story. And you’re probably not staying to far away, already up and just wrapping up somebody’s arm or what not.

until you hear the cries of a medic, and the voice sounds eerily similar to Talbert’s. Fuck- you’re in shock when you realise it’s him!

tab kinda doesn’t want you to see him like that, so he’d deffo try to put on a brave face.

when he sees you crying in the jeep to the aid station he gets SO upset.

“no, no, no, my sweet girl, I’m fine.” Seriously he’s all up over you (as much as he can).

“See, baby? I can breathe, I can talk, it’s all cool.” Tries to act a little too brave and hurts himself again. It’s fine though, because when you’re calm enough to, you patch him up and you’re his own ‘personal nurse’.

seriously calls you Angel for the next hundred years after you looked after him.

when he feels better he BEGS you to stay around and give him the same amount of attention you did when he was first injured.

Cracks jokes and pokes your sides just to make you laugh.

for a hot minute he did think he was gonna die, but it’s fineeee, he’s okay and he’s back up and running in no time.

Dick Winters:

Nah this man is so cool, calm and collected. He’s more annoyed at HIMSELF for getting hit with a ricochet?

anyway, you’re probably busy patching up the wounded or tending to a casualty when it happened, by the time Winters is all seen to you’d probably only just be finishing. So he doesn’t bother telling you what’s happened, he figures it’s no emergency and doesn’t want to distract you.

but you know how rumours spread right? One person says something and then the next repeats something slightly distorted and so on.

so somehow you hear that he’s been SHOT and he’s possibly badly wounded, being moved out from the Aid station?!!!??

oh my GOD your heart stops. You’d search frantically, everywhere for him, and he’s nowhere to be seen wtf?!!

within 15 minutes or so you’re balling your eyes out, scurrying around until you spot a familiar figure in the distance.

Oops? He’s completely fine, already limping on his foot like a fool, he kinda laughs when you throw yourself into him, comforting you and telling him he’s literally ok.

stupid, army gossip. Winters would rub the back of your head (as long as you’re somewhere private lol) and ensure you’re okay over thinking that he was not ok.

Babe Heffron:

“Edward?! Where the hell are you?! Edward?!”

“Oh, Edward? You’re in trouble, Babe.” Babe’s scrambling to find you as soon as he hears the way you address him.

When he comes face to face to you outside the door you’re breathless and red in the cheeks, scanning over the bruise that was painfully near his eye.

“Ya hurt and ya didn’t come to me? I thought you’d killed yourself.” You’d let out a huge sigh of relief seeing he’s okay.

babe feels kinda guilty. News had spread that he was hurt and he should’ve gone to find you sooner, he just didn’t want to take your attention away from guys with worse off wounds.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I just didn’t wanna take ya time up? I’m ok though, see? Still in one piece for ya.”

“Jesus, Babe, ya scared me half to death.” After one playful shove, he knows you’re not seriously annoyed at him. But he is aware you wanna give him a little more attention, tending to that nasty cut of his.

secretly enjoys it. You’d sit on his lap and patch him up, maybe getting a little distracted half way through.

Gene Roe:

gene’s usually the one patching people up, not the one being patched up. So it’s a little weird for him to have the roles reversed.

Gene gets a couple pieces of shrapnel to the leg, so you insist on fixing him up. Now Gene had a hidden crush on you, he’s all red faced and stammering.

probably wouldn’t tell you if you’re accidentally hurting him. He’s too polite.

You’d probably feel his shy gaze and ahhhh it would make you so weak. I think even tho he is a little shy, Gene can be quite chatty?? Like I know he’s always portrayed as fairly quiet, but we do see this more playful side of him come out.

that’s how I feel like he’d be with you. And it’s sooo charming, he’s effortlessly cool and you’d probably fall straight in love with him there and then.

Lewis Nixon:

Okay I think it’s less of a scenario of him being hurt, and more like the possibility of him being dead- hear me out.

when the plane Lewis is in, ready to jump, is hit, you hear of the news wayyyy before Lewis is back to prove he’s safe.

so your kinda hidden relationship suddenly becomes very apparent when you’re uncontrollably sobbing, you’re a MESS.

Then he just rocks up and he’s like ‘hey what’s wrong with her?’ But he’s sooo grateful when you throw yourself in his arms. He didn’t realise how close to losing you he really was- well more like you losing him, but you get the jist.

god it makes Lewis realise just how scared to die he is, he wants to be with you forever, and when you’re laid in bed that night he’d hold you sooo close omg.

so angsty, but all turns out to be good in the end.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Okay so he’s not exactly with it when he’s wounded by like 37 shrapnel pieces. Even though he’s conscious, he’s spaced out in shock.

probably when he wakes up from the morphine shot and he’s recovering in the aid station, does he realise you’re there besides him, tears staining your face.

he’d notice immediately that you were upset and want to console you, tell him he’s fine, but he winces as soon as he tries to lift his body.

Omg sooo soft and gentle and reassuring, you would think YOU’RE the one that’s hurt. He so desperately doesn’t want you to worry over him, the emotional pain would stay with him for much longer than the physical would.

probably get a little sad when he’s taken away to the hospital and you can’t see each other for months. It feels like a lifetime, ugh the agony in his heart is too much, he just wants to be back with his girl!

Wayne ‘Skinny’ Sisk:

“I’m in heaven, Doc.” He’d sigh and gaze up to you with the sweetest eyes.

fml he’s so adorable, and you’re always back in Bastogne town / the field hospital, so you’d be able to visit him sooo often.

I think he’d be super reassured by your presence, the fact you’re taking time out of your day to visit him? Ah he’s in love.

you’d sit and play cards together, even if you only have 5 minutes.

oddly he’d enjoy your company? He didn't so much enjoy a tree exploding into his leg, but oddly he’s somewhat grateful because that’s what brought the two of you together.

would purposefully brush his hands over yours when you’re playing cards, it’s a small flirty gesture, but it’s cute.

[stinkyme]

I would like to request a scenario or hcs of Poe with a child who tries to eat or taste anything he sees even something like ink, paper, pen, or even Karl's hair

he tries to bite Karl once.

Basically, even if it's inedible, please😭 🙏

the child tried to nom Poe's hair because it looked like chocolate to him

Hellooooo sweetheart, thank you for your request and I hope I will do it justice. :D

Also child is a boy if that's okay? I can redo it if you wanted a girl or to keep it gender neutral, if you wish :)

I LOVE THIS IDEA A LOT, IT'S SO CUTE AND FUNNY

Headcanons + scenario

CW/TW: none I believe, kid being a kid i guess JSJSJ

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Poe with a child who thinks everything is food || Poe x GN!Reader and a child

Okay, let me start off and immediately say - Poe would be even more anxious as a dad

He thought his anxiety was bad already, but a child would bring him near nervous breakdown from worry and overthinking

It doesn't get any easier when his child wants to taste anything and everything they see, no matter the place or time

He would think the kid isn't fed enough, getting a scold from you

Scenario:

Poe was writing as always, he actually made a safe exstension of his desk so the kid can sit there and play with toys as he is writing. He truly enjoyed all of this, his kid and him enjoying each other's company meanwhile both doing something they loved. It also helped Poe get more work done. Usually. Today wasn't his lucky day though, one of plenty. He got consumed in his writing, rethinking his sentences and as he was about to dip his pen into an ink bottle, he realized it wasn't there. He looked at baby boy who got their little hands on the bottle, moving it around clumsy, and it leaked a bit on boy's little fingers.

Boy giggled and moved the bottle near his mouth obviously trying to taste it. Poe quickly got his hands on the bottle, moving it away from boy's hands and sighed out as anxiety rised up. Baby looked at him confused and sad.

"That's not for drinking. See, it's so daddy can write." he showed pen and written pages to a boy who looked at his little hands covered in ink and brought them to the mouth once again.

Poe's fear striked again.

"NO!" he screamed, it didn't scare the boy by any means, he was too focused on ink. Poe moved boy's little hands away from his mouth, picking him up to go to the bathroom and quickly clean him. He has put him on little platform so he can reach the sink.

"No, no, no, we don't drink or taste ink in this house." he said as he rubbed his little hands with soap and bringing them under warm water. Child was giggling because it was ticklish.

"Okay, so now.." Poe started as he saw boy taking soap in his hands, clumsy as always, he was inspecting it.

"Oh, you want to do it yourself? Okay, buddy." Poe smiled and turned on warm water, waiting for kid to do what he desired.

Boy started drooling and brought soap near his mouth, ready to take a bite. Poe quickly grabbed the soap, putting it away, he was shaking at this point. He moved boy's hands under the water to clean them once more and then dried them with the towel, picking him up after.

"I know soaps look tasty, but trust me, they are not." Poe said, slowly calming down from terror he was experiencing.

He went back to his writing room, putting boy at his place hoping he will play with toys now.

Poe continued to write and he disliked how one paper was all dirty and messy from ink so he ripped it out, making a small ball and leaving it next to him.

That caught boy's attention and he stretched his little arms to take it, inspecting it with huge, curious eyes. He opened his mouth once again, bringing paper ball near his mouth. Poe heard his movement and looked up, worry washing over him once again.

"AAA NO!" he quickly took paper out of his hands and went to throw it away in the trashcan.

"I really can't leave anything behind with you around, huh?" he smiled and stroked baby's head earning small giggles and happy claps.

"I know, I know! But I can't let you eat anything you want." Poe said in apologetic tone.

Karl came through the window, he was carrying some coins and he jumped down on the table, bumping into a kid playfully making him giggle more and return small bump.

"Karl! What are those?" Poe said as Karl dropped few coins on the table.

"DID YOU STEAL AGAIN KARL?" Poe said in shocked voice, coming fast around the table to grab them when his baby boy got one of the coins, again, trying to taste it.

Poe quickly got it out of kid's hand, sighing out in relief.

"I will buy you chocolate ones later. Those aren't food." he said and Karl jumped on his shoulders as Poe sat down for his desk again.

"You mister, you will return those." Poe said to Karl who just snuggled on his shoulder.

Boy's eyes got curious and wide looking at Karl and moving his hands towards him.

"Hm? What is it? Oh! You want to try too!" Poe said as he realised boy wanted to sit on his shoulders too. Karl jumped down and Poe got baby on his shoulders who hug his head with little arms. Poe held little boy's body and suddenly felt his hair getting pulled. He yelled out in pain. Little boy was munching on Poe's hair, grabbing it thightly with small hands, drooling on it.

Poe somehow pulled him away and sat boy next to Karl.

"Better my hair than soap, ink or coins, I guess." he rubbed the spot, easing the pain. He checked did any of his hair was in boy's mouth and once he was sure it wasn't he sighed out, returning to work.

Baby and Karl were playing, Poe enjoyed their interactions. He wasn't sure how will Karl accept the baby and vice versa but they loved each other, deeply.

Baby grabbed Karl's small paw bringing it close to his mouth again, wanting to bite. Karl squeeked out in despair and Poe immediately moved boy away from Karl who bit Poe's hand as a warning. It was like telling him to get his child under control.

Karl ran away to the corner of the room.

"OUCH! KARL, I AM SORRY!" Poe yelled out as baby giggled and bit Poe's hand on the other side while he was distracted.

"OUCH! HEY!" he yelled out again as baby's small, but sharp teeth met his skin. Boy moved giggling.

"This isn't funny." Poe whined out, consoling his bit hand with another one.

You came in to greet them and Karl jumped on you.

"How are my favorite boys doing?" you asked smiling gently and petting Karl. Your baby started clapping and moving around as you apporached to hug your boy and give him kiss on the head, moving to stressed Poe to give him a kiss.

"Not good." Poe cried out.

"What's up? Did something happen?" you asked, slightly concerned.

"Do you think we feed our child properly Y/N?" he asked genuinely worried.

"Pardon?" you were confused but giggled.

"He tried eating ink, soap, paper, my hair, coins and in the end he tried to eat Karl!" he said dramatically. Karl made a noise of confirmation.

"Of course he will do that! He is a baby! His teeth are growing and he is exploring the world! What is the matter with you?" you laughed out.

"But..." Poe said hesitantly.

"If you think I don't feed our child enough, I will leave cooking to you then. And you know how you are in the kitchen." you said raising your eyebrow.

"No, no! I am sorry!" Poe said in apologizing tone.

You scoffed.

"Karl bit me and our boy did the same, look." Poe said showing you his hand.

"Good. Come on boys, let me treat you something more tasty. You had a rough day." you said as you picked up the boy, Karl still on your shoulders.

"I didn't mean it like that Y/N. I swear. I was just worried.." Poe said, worry in his voice.

You giggled out.

"I know baby, I was messing with you. Let's go." you said and Poe got up, all four of you leaving Poe's writing room to get a real, nice meal.

The End :)

I hope you liked it and that I did it justice! :)

Thank you for requesting, it means a lot and I appreciate it deeply! <3

[wookiez]

wdyt ab rich boyfie ricky 👀👀🥲

♱𓂃 리키 ━━━ rich bf! ricky

young and rich, tall and handsome, charisma boss lovelicky as your boyfriend. how lucky that would be. 🎧🤍

okay first of all, having ricky as your boyfriend is literally just you living out every wattpad reader's fantasies. he's tall, he's rich and he's so extremely handsome. what else can you ask for.

I feel like his love language, as obvious as it is, is gift giving. this man would spoil you so much just because he feels like it. if you want something, he'll buy it.

if you ever buy him any gifts he will appreciate it so much and cherish it forever. he doesn't care what the price of the gift is or what gift it even is, he will keep it just because it's from you. you could literally give him a childish gift like that unicorn fuzzy diary he got from his bday live that jiwoong bought him. as weird as the gift is, he will still like it 😭

his love language would also be quality time. he'd literally clear his schedules just to spend time with you. if he misses you or anything, he will come to you and spend quality time together. he cherishes every second he spends with you.

he is not usually affectionate with physical touches, so you'd probably have to initiate the physical touch first. he's more of a affectionate with words type of guy. he will call you sweet endearment terms like princess, baobei, darling, you name it.

he also gets shy if you actually do initiate the physical touches. if you hold his hands, his heart literally flutters. he gets especially shy if you squish his cheeks, boop his nose or give him a little kiss. the physical touch he's most used to is hugging. he is comfortable with hugging you anytime. he'll especially hug you when he's having a tough time. a hug from you literally heals him.

ricky seems cold outside but you know him well enough to know how warm hearted, soft and cute he is. he is just a silly guy to you, often comfortable being vulnerable and showing his inner child to you.

he seems like a patient person, so he'd always tolerate whatever shenanigans you bring to the table. you can be as chaotic and unhinged as you want but this man will still tolerate you and love you. sometimes he might even join you. he is a silly guy himself after all, so you'd both have fun doing stupid shit together.

this man will buy you bouquets of different types of flowers for every occasion. you're going on a date? bouquet of roses. coming to your house to visit you? a bouquet of red chrysanthemum flowers. going grocery shopping with you? a bouquet of red tulips. he would definitely remember every meaning for all types of flowers just for you.

honestly this man would stare at you with intense love eyes and a big smile on his face. whatever you're doing, he's staring at you with his eyes full of love. he will literally do anything for you. this man is way too in love with you, I fear.

unfortunately for you, he is the princess in the relationship. you'd have to dirty your hands and work hard to serve your pretty princess ricky. like when he can't open a can or a jar, you'll open it for him. doesn't he mean that he won't do anything though, he will always help you along with whatever assistance you need just don't be disappointed when he does it entirely different. 🥰 he is your babygirl fr !!

if he's not physically near you or if he's somewhere else far away from you, he will send you selfies of his day or whatever he's doing. obviously you're foaming at the mouth every time he sends you one.

being ricky's lover comes with the perks of being his personal photographer and having him as your personal photographer. he takes insanely good photos for you that looks like it's professionally taken and when you're taking photos for him he will tell you which angles and such for a good photo of him ☠️

"a little bit up, yeah like that, and tilt the phone a bit, baby."

"ricky my arms gone numb!"

"sorry sorry, princess. just one more!" and his beautiful giggle would be heard, immediately healing your numb arm (real)

having ricky as your bf is a blessing to your eyes, constantly seeing such a handsome man everyday is honestly like medicine. when he catches you staring at him, he gets a little shy and giggles but then he'll tease you about it.

"I know I'm handsome but you can always admire my looks more in a photo" he'd say while winking.

ricky seems like he could cook so he would probably cook you homemade meals. surprisingly his cooking isn't limited to easy recipes, he could cook a full course meal ngl. he tries his best and always puts in extreme effort to make his dishes as tasty as possible. just you wait when you get sick, this man will make you a 5 star soup that'll literally cure cancer just for your little sickness.

honestly it would be fun to tease him because of his cute reactions. overall, he would be such a sweet boyfriend who spoils you rotten.

©wookiez

[pr0cyon-lotor]

Personal Headcanons for S & D tier

Morgan doesn't actually emote that much in general

Morgan doesn't show their emotions much. Like a look of shock is just a slight widening of their eyes maybe even a parting of their lips. They just don't emote much. Everyone else is just great at reading them. Like Barnaby or Ohio look over at Morgan and see the smallest crease of their brow and go "RIGHT?! It's stupid!" All of them understand each other perfectly.

(Subset to previous point) Alex sucks at reading Morgan

Alex tried. Oh boy, they try, but they just can't understand the small miniscule changes in Morgan's face in an instant. They get fussy if they don't understand Morgan immediately, so they use their powers as a crutch. Alex uses a something like a mind-reading power, just to to understand Morgan's emotions on the fly. And they refuse to admit it. Otherwise, they are forcing themself to pay attention to every small change of each of Morgan's expressions.

Alex has a shrine to Morgan

Alex says it's to make sure Morgan isn't lying about not being some puzzle god (hasn't shown results yet). In reality, it's that they're so down bad that they can't think of any other way to show their love. Alex plans to never show Morgan. The shrine is hidden in the back of the lair. (Even some of Alex's minions pray to the shrine, they support their boss's delusions. Also they just like Morgan)

Alex makes themself look more uncanny

Alex uses their powers to just trigger the uncanny valley fear in people when they're going through general life. What was that? Morgan asked them to pick up groceries but no teleporting? Alex float ever so slightly to make their footsteps uncannily floaty. Ohio needs help with getting something from a high shelf? Alex suddenly has limbs that are just a little too long. Barnaby needs to find something in a dark room? Well guess who's there? Eyes and y'know what teeth glowing as well. Yup, Alex. They just do it for the shits and giggles of it.

Morgan suddenly becomes hyper aware out of nowhere and it's always inconvenient

Alex being practically god never clicks in Morgan's head half the time. However, when it does, its always in the most inconvenient times. In the middle of a heist? Hold up a godlike being is pressed against me while we're avoiding detection. Morgan is holding Alex back from killing someone? Wait a fucking minute! Alex could just shrug me off and like break every limb in my body. It's always little moments of panic before Morgan completely forgets in five minutes.

While Morgan has a resting bitch face, Alex has a resting happy puppy face

I don't have any login behind this, but hear me out! Morgan obviously has a rbf, it's Morgan. But! But! BUT!!! Alex has a resting happy puppy face. Like they just look so happy-go-lucky and approachable. Why? Because I find it amusing.

They both wear heels

Alex does because they look fantastic in heels and they like towering over Morgan. Morgan does because they're tired of Alex constantly poking fun of them for being shorter. But! Alex can't walk in heels taller than 2 inches without almost dying while Morgan can rock 8 inch stripper heels no problem and even run in them.

[bozepomagaj]

How to train your dog.

College AU!Trigun (part 3)

Summary: a couple of days pass and you find out that your professor set you up with none other than Nai Saverem to work on a thesis. You, however, decide to make the most of this and finally confront him and show him who's the 'big dog' now with the help of your new friend, Vash.

A/N: I stalled this for far too long for too many reasons but here it finally is! This year is gonna be hectic as I have an undergraduate to do but I'll do my best to stay consistent this time and continue writing this. This one's a bit shorter than the last two parts but I hope that nonetheless people still enjoy it. Like always, criticism is appreciated.

CW: light swearing, mentions of being roofied/drugged

Word count: 1.8k

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

You thought everything was going to go smoothly. You thought that your plan was perfect: befriend Vash's friend group, get closer to Vash, and make Nai's life hell. Except, of course, you were never that lucky.

"Can't I just do this by myself?"

Obviously, he'd say that. As rude and brash as ever, however, you had manners so obviously you didn't talk back. Your professor leaned back in his chair sighing in annoyance. He was an older man and it was very clear he was not here to have a debate with you two.

„Listen, the event is in 2 weeks. The topic is very complex and detailed and I don't want you overworking yourself. I gave this assignment to you both because out of everyone here, you two are the only ones who look like their will to live hasn't evaporated yet and seem genuinely interested in what I'm talking about. Not only that but both of you have made some exceptional projects in the past. I need this to be perfect, it's gonna be representing the entire school.“

Open Door Days. The singlehandedly worst and best event every year. Your classes were shortened or simply canceled which was wonderful but then at the same time all the best students were chosen to do all kinds of different projects to „encourage young people to choose this major“.  And of course, you just so happened to be this „best of the best“. This also meant that you'd have to be there, standing for a whopping 8 hours watching annoying high schoolers giggle at you as they eat all the snacks and don't even appreciate all the hard work you've put into these theses.

„Plus, what kind of impression would we leave on the younger generations if we didn't promote teamwork?“

Nai's annoyance was so terribly obvious and irritating. Couldn't he at the very least pretend to be fine with this out of respect?

„Right, my apologies. So the due date is in 2 weeks?“

„A little earlier. We need to submit it by Tuesday so try to get it done by Saturday so I can review it in case there are any mistakes. If you get stuck at any point just come to me and I'll help you out.“

You and Nai both silently nod. The professor hands you 2 large Encyclopedias on the probably largest and most complex topic: bacteriology. Nothing specific, just something from that field which just so happened to be so complex that you could spend at least a week picking which topic to do. In any case, this was a nightmare for both of you. You were responsible and you could get over this silly little grudge but Nai? Oh, he would never. To everyone, he was a force to be feared and reckoned with, terrifyingly intelligent, hard-working with an immaculate work ethic. He took care of his body like it was a sacred temple. Everything about this man oozed with pride and adoration. That was until you got to his shitty personality. At times it honestly felt like you were conversing with a child rather than a grown man. But it was too late to say anything now, with scoffs on both of your faces, you both exited the classroom and you immediately stepped in front of him so he didn't get a chance to run off.

„I need your number. Also, we'll be meeting up at your place cuz it's nicer.“

Quick and straightforward. You learned that this was the best way to make him even listen to you. He cocked his eyebrow and clicked his tongue, a habit he got recently and only did it when he was annoyed.

„Alright. But I expect you not to make a mess of my apartment.“

He handed you his phone and you entered his phone number into yours then entered yours into his. The moment you were done, he snatched the phone from your hands and walked off. You scoffed and yelled after him.

„I'm coming over at 4!“

Whether he heard you or not you really couldn't care less. Your entire walk home was ruined, all you could think about was him and his irritating face, his irritating attitude, his irritating... well, everything at this point. Once you were home all the frustration melted as your dear puppy jumped up on you excitedly. He was honestly a better friend than most humans. It's like he'd always know what you needed. Whether it be silence and some quiet time with his paw resting on your leg while he quietly pants or him dragging you out with his leash in his mouth, urging you to take him on a walk to forget about everything. The only thing was, he was young, healthy, strong, and very much untrained. Plus, as a border collie, he had the energy of not one but five horses. Sure, he was a great source of motivation but sometimes you just couldn't keep up with him. Times like these made you realize why your mom told you that it might be best to leave him at home with them where he could go out and play far more often. You glance over to your living room... ravaged living room, to be more specific. He seemed to have another one of his energy spurts and decided to redecorate everything. Plants on the floor, pillows everywhere, and a couple of pictures broken. You couldn't get mad at him because you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into. Instead with a heavy sigh you send him to your room and go sit down at your computer. You spent some time looking up tutorials and blogs about how to train your dog but most of the time, it was about puppies or saying how the dog should've had prior training when they were younger. Which he didn't have. With a heavy sigh, you finally found a blog on which a young woman complains about having a rather large and active dog who wasn't trained prior and is now a total menace to her and everyone in her household. Huh. Seems like there were some people like you after all.

After spending some time looking through the comments, reading the replies of professionals or just random people who learned how to work with dogs you came to two conclusions:

There was still hope for you and there is still a chance that your big puppy could turn into the greatest boy ever with enough treats and reassurance and you won't have to pay concerning amounts of money for him to receive proper training and number two.

Nai was more similar to a dog than you thought.

You kept thinking about him since you were gonna have to meet him up in.... oh crap, less than an hour!? You decided that it was time to pack your stuff if you wanted to be on time. Unfortunately to you, the apartment he lived in was quite a bit away from yours so you needed to take a bus to there. The neighborhood wasn't unfamiliar to you because Meryl lived in the same apartment complex, her parents knew the couple who owned the place and decided to lower her rent slightly, while she got to live in a fancy apartment. Lucky.

As you wait for the tram (because you managed to miss the bus by a couple of seconds), your bus vibrates. You quickly take it out expecting it to be Meryl but instead, it's an unknown number. You make a face, thinking it is some kind of a scammer, but then again would a scammer really send you a message that says:

„Heard you're coming over :D“

You quickly type up, asking the mysterious person on the other line about their identity to which they immediately respond, almost like they were waiting.

„Did you not save my number? It's Vash :)“

Huh. It seems like you did forget to save his number. You finally see your tram pull up and you quickly jump on, trying to find your spot. Once seated, you start typing:

„yeah srry forgot about it lol“

„It's fine, but are you actually coming over?“

„on the tram rn so yeah, should be there soon“

„Great :D. I'll get some snacks ready.“

Oh, he was so nice. Just as nice as the last time you saw him. This means Nai is going to be positively fuming once he sees you two interact.

The ride to their neighborhood was quick, you played some music to pass the time and with a positive mindset, you skipped over to the apartment complex and walked in (you knew the passcode because Meryl gave it to you numerous times), walking up the stairs up to their apartment. After ringing the small bell you heard some commotion inside and rather than being greeted with Nai's scowl, you were greeted by a big hug from Vash.

„There you are! I already got worried you got lost or something.“

He ushered you to come in and now, that you saw the apartment during the day in all its glory, all you could say is that you were truly in awe. Beautifully decorated with lots of unique flowers and greenery you've never seen.

„Holy crap. I'm guessing you're the one that decorated this place? Cuz my God, it's gorgeous.“

„No, it was me. And since when are you on such good terms with my brother?“

Ah, the man on the hour was finally here. You spot him in the kitchen, a scowl on his face, and he clicks his tongue. Like always. You side-eye him and wait for his dear brother to enlighten him on the situation and the moment Vash opens his mouth, the biggest, most evil grin adorns your face.

„Nai, they're the ones who helped me out the other day. Y'know, when I almost got roofied? They were the ones who dragged me here. Honestly, I can't tell you how grateful I am to them.“

He looks over at you with the biggest smile in the world. Unlike you, he had pure intentions and wanted to show you how grateful he was all the while you were busy watching Nai's face contort, showing far more emotion than he ever has. He looks over to you and the moment he sees your shit-eating grin, it's like you could see the fumes coming out of his ears.

„Well... seems like I misjudged you then. Sorry.“

Sure, he whispered it, sure, you could barely hear him say anything but boy did it feel good to have THE Nai Saverem apologizing to you. And just like one of the commenters on the blog said:

„in order to train your dog properly, you first need to assert dominance and show them that you are confident.“

And it seemed like it was finally time to train this dog properly.

[assortedseaglass]

The Seamstress & The Sailor - Chapter Fifteen

Tom Bennett x OFC

[Masterlist]

Warnings: Language, World on Fire spoilers

Word Count: 5K

Notes: We’ve got Tom, a little of Douglas and Bess, and lot of Tom again. A little worried about this chapter because obviously from here I’m going to be filling in the gaps that the show left out and going beyond. Also, for the sake of the timeline of my story, I’ve brought the Blitz forward to June rather than September. In the TV show, I think Tom spent longer in the hospital judging by the weather and Manchester’s preparation for the Blitz. On with the chapter.

June 1940

Tom glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed. Jacques, the doctor who had tried to restrain him a few days previous, stood guarding the door.

“Put it on, now.”

Tom shrugged off the loose-fitting shirt he had been given, the one that probably belonged to some poor bastard long since six feet under, and pulled on the green shirt and scratchy trousers left for him on the bed.

“What the fuck do you call this outfit?” Jacques ignored him. “This your revenge?” Still Jacques said nothing, and Tom winced as he pulled the braces over his injured shoulder. “I know you speak English, you understood full well when I was calling you a coward.”

Despite himself, Jacques smiled. Through the bravado and arrogance, it was impossible not to like Tom Bennett. He looked over his shoulder to see Tom adjusting his jacket. The Englishman approached the door but Jacques stopped him and held a finger to his lips.

“Come,” He beckoned Tom back to the bed, where he withdrew a sheet and indicated for Tom to lie down.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Jacques shook his head. “Jesus,” Tom swung his legs and lay down as Jacques drew the sheet over him.

“Off to the morgue, my friend,” Tom could hear the smile in Jacques’ voice. He held his palm to his thigh, and the photograph of Bess he had snuck into the pocket there. The things he was doing to get back to her. He smiled, thinking of how she would laugh. Above him, Jacques whispered, “Here we go,” and Tom felt the trolley pushed through the ward doors. Through the sheet, he watched the flicker of muted light as he passed along the corridor. For what felt like ages, Jacques rattled the trolley through the makeshift hospital.

“You, sir!” Fuck. Jacques halted the trolley bearing Tom.

“Yes, my German friend. How may I help you?” Jacques’ voice was muffled above him, and Tom’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. He steeled himself as Jacques and the German spoke. Tom was certain this wouldn’t be the first time he’d encounter Nazis on his escape, but it would be just his luck to get scuppered now. His palms started to sweat. Unable to take a deep breath, for fear of being seen, Tom did the only thing he could to relax. He thought of Bess. He wondered what she would be doing now. At the hospital? On a date with James? God he hoped that bastard made her happy. In truth, Tom couldn’t imagine Bess with another man than him, and for once it wasn’t his selfishness speaking. Bess let very few people know her, and he counted himself one of those lucky few. He was certainly the only man anyway, aside from perhaps her father and Albie. Maybe she was making something for a client, those elegant fingers dancing over the fabric. His heart rate quickened. Don’t think about her fingers. She could be at the piano, or Belle Vue with the girls. He imagined her dragging Roberta to the carousel; Hattie and Jude would have jumped on willingly. Would she tell them about him winning the coconut for her, or would she keep him a secret too?

The light above him darkened and Tom held his breath as the shadow of a hand passed over his face. This was it. He’d never see Bess again.

“How did he die?”

“Hard to tell,” Jacques’ voice was quick, and the shadow disappeared. “Hardly anything of him left.”

There was a moment’s pause, and Tom felt his chest burning with the need for oxygen. Footsteps passed by, and the trolley resumed its journey. Tom’s exhale was slow, but his mind raced. Surely they were almost there. As if on queue, he felt the trolley hit another set of doors and the light darkened. The white sheet was ripped off him and Jacques and Webster towered over him. They were in a storage cupboard.

“You’re gonna lie low here until the evening. When our contact arrives, we’ll come get you.” Webster said as Tom hopped of the bed. He looked around at the cleaning materials and cobwebs.

“Couldn’t have found me a comfier spot? Don’t think much of the way you take care of your dead, mate.”

Jacques smiled as Webster sighed. “Sit tight. It won’t be long.” The door shut behind the doctors, and Tom was left alone with the spiders and his thoughts of home, and Bess.

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The day was unusually chill for June, and Bess was heading home from her day shift at the hospital. A blanket of cloud covered the sky yet there was no threat of rain, just a light breeze as the bus trundled from the centre of the city to her home on its suburban outskirts. She caught a man looking at her legs, and she surveyed him in turn. He was fairly handsome in an old-fashioned way, with his moustache and neat hair however, the double-breasted suit he wore looked like a smoking jacket and Bess sniggered. Taking this gesture as a flirtatious advance, the man smiled and sat next to her. Bess sighed. The man said nothing and Bess rolled her eyes. Turning to face him, she saw him staring at her legs once more. Caught in the act, his eyes flashed to her face. Up close, he looked nearer middle age than she had initially thought. She also noticed the wedding ring he wore as he smoothed his hair. Just then, the bus went over a pothole and the book she had on her lap slipped. The pair both went to pick it up but the gentlemen got there first. Bess held out her hand for it.

“I’ll hold it for you.” Ah, so he was one of those posh buggers up from London on war work. The ones who always seemed so smug about their part in the war effort. Nice and tidy, making orders for other people to dirty their hands with.

“I can hold it myself, thank you.” Bess’ hand didn’t move, and the stranger placed the book there. He said nothing for a few more moments, and Bess was about to remark on what a miracle it was he had a wife with such poor game when he spoke again.

“Where are you heading?”

“Longsight.”

“God,” The man scoffed. “What on earth for?”

Bess looked at him with a small smile and batted her eyelashes. The gentleman leant closer. “I’m from Longsight.” She stared with prideful amusement as panic flashed across the man’s face. He vacated his seat and stood at back of the bus until his stop. He didn’t look at Bess’ legs again.

When she got off in Longsight, a few teenage boys whistled as they cycled past the remnants of a bombed-out church. Bess shooed them good naturedly. That was yet another thing Tom knew about her that no-one else did. He had said so during their argument; she liked the attention of men. Something about being the one that now held power of them rather, as it had been growing up, the other way around. There was even a fraction of time on the bus when she angled her legs so the stranger could get a better look. Despite the fact, these small flickers of attention were all she could stand these days. Since Tom’s disappearance, the thought of another man made her queasy. Her dates with James had ceased; their night at the picture house stalled due to Albie’s death and Bess’ mind with him and Tom only. In the café of Manchester Art Gallery, she gently broke it off with the solider. He took it well, kissing her hand as she wished him well and asked that he write to her. Bess doubted he would, but her care for the man was still there, if not deep affection.

She turned into their street and stopped. Even from the end of the road, Bess could still make out the black ribbon still tied to her father’s door. It waved at her in the wind, and Bess chose to walk on the opposite side of the street, delaying seeing her family until the evening. Arriving at her destination, she looked through the window and felt her heart constrict. Douglas was alone at the kitchen table, magnifying glass in hand as he poured over a stack of newspapers. She sighed and knocked on the door. The faraway stare that Douglas gave her when he opened it told her that his mind was still in France with his son.

“Hello,”

“Alright, Bess love?” Douglas wiped his hands on his trousers agitatedly and tried desperately to smile at her.

“I just thought,” Bess suddenly felt enormous, as though the attention of everyone in the street was on her. Why had she thought it a good idea to come and bear over Douglas’ anxiety? She cleared her throat. “I just thought, I haven’t seen much of you recently, and was missing your company.”

That did it. Douglas seemed to come round and his face softened. Though his mouth didn’t move, his eyes smiled and he stepped aside to let her in. “You missed Lois, I’m afraid,” He seemed bashful that Bess would want to spend time with him. “She’s off singing with Connie at the RAF base.”

“Ah, I wonder if she’s seen our Roger-”

“’Our Roger’, is he?” Douglas smiled and set about making tea. “Are we to have some happy news at last?”

“God, I hope so.”

Bess glanced about the table. Newspapers of all publishers were scattered about, scribbles in the margins and photographs circled. A notepad lay open next to her and Bess snuck a look at it. A timeline of the Dunkirk invasion, from what Douglas had gleaned from the news.

HMS KEITH SINKS

Bess swallowed thickly and averted her eyes as they began to water. If he’d been on the ship, they’d surely know his fate for certain.

“Here you are,” Douglas passed her a cup of tea and sat in his rocking chair by the hearth. Bess sat in the armchair opposite him, and they spent an hour talking quietly about all that had happened since she moved to Manchester. They spoke lovingly of dear little Jan and giggled at Mrs Chase, though Bess sensed that Douglas held a quiet regard for her. Bess told him about her nursing, and he held her hand as the subject turned to Albie and her family.

“Been keeping an eye on your dad,” Douglas said quietly.

“Thank you,” Bess whispered.

“I think your Cora and Dot are more than capable, but, well, you know…” His voice trailed off and Bess knew he was inferring her father’s temper when beer and whisky were involved. Douglas sighed. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to do right by Lois, and Tom-Tom-“ He sighed again. “I have all this love inside me, and nowhere to put it. At least your Dot and Cora and dad can have it.”

He scrunched his nose, as though trying to retract what he had just said. It was exactly what Tom would have done, and she grinned. Bess didn’t know what came over her, but Douglas was so like his son in that moment, she leant across their entwined hands and placed a kiss on his lips.

They froze. Douglas looked at her, utterly stunned. Heat flushed Bess’ cheeks.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” She stood quickly and covered her face. “Oh my God-”

She span in a circle, not knowing what to do.

“Bess, love-”

“I’m so sorry, Douglas. Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me-” Tears were pricking her eyes.

“Bess, love,” Douglas laughed. “Bess! It’s alright,” He stood and pulled her hands from her face so that he could look at her. “It’s alright, come on.” He sat her back in the armchair.

“It’s just-” Bess dried her eyes with shaking hands, still embarrassed by her actions and Douglas’ kindness. “I don’t know who I am anymore. My head is all over the place, and just then, you were so like Tom-” She stopped. Shit. Douglas watched her pensively and Bess wanted to run away.

“It’s the one thing people always overlook about us quiet folks,” he said after a few moments. “We’re not speaking, but we’re always observing. I knew my Tom was keen on you, has been for years. He’s never committed to much but I’ve seen the ways he skitters about after you.” Bess let out a watery laugh. “And here you are, just as keen on him.”

That was all it took. Bess leant her head in her hands and let her tears for Tom come break free. “I miss him so much,”

“I know, love, I do too.” He took Bess’ hand again. “I should have told him I loved him.”

“Me too.”

✼　 　✼　 　✼　 　✼　 　✼　 　✼

Tom walked through the hallways of the reception. Webster had come by only a minute before. The contact was here. Shaking out his hands and loosening his shoulders, he squared himself, ready for anything. Confrontation, a fight, running away, death. He touched the photograph in his pocket.

“Come on, Tom Bennett, you can do this.” He jogged down the stairs, eying everyone in the foyer. They went about their business. “Come on.” He reached the foot of the stairs and made for the door when a hand stopped him. A girl. She nodded and beckoned that he follow. She couldn’t have been much older than Dot and, with her hair tied in a headscarf and her wide-legged slacks, he thought deliciously of Bess. A long-lost Vaughn sister.

“I was expecting a man,” Tom said lowly in her ear as they walked briskly down the dark Paris street.

“So was I,” she retorted. God, she was exactly like Bess. Tom smiled looked over his injured shoulder. “Security in that place is mad. It’s a miracle I only died once.” The girl ignored him. Perhaps it was too much to hope that she would be like Bess in and listen to his attempts at humour.

“Take my hand,”

“What?” She was certainly more forward than the Longsight girls, Queenie Warren aside.

“Take my hand. If we look like lovers, we are less likely to attract attention.”

He couldn’t help himself. Adventure was on the horizon and he was going home. Something of pre-war Tom peaked out from its hiding place. “If there’s anything else you want me to do to look like your lover, you know, just say.”

The girl rolled her eyes and tugged at his hand a little harder. He hissed.

“Careful of the shoulder,”

“Ssh!” Her voice was urgent. “Don’t let on that you’re injured.”

“Well don’t try and pull my arm off,” he whispered back. Once more, she rolled her eyes and led him away from the hospital. For at least an hour, they walked down backstreets, cut through nightclubs and hid in bushes to avoid Nazi checkpoints. The French woman said nothing to him, only marched him towards freedom. When at last they were free of the city’s centre, Tom asked her name.

“Claudette.”

“Claudette..?”

“Just Claudette.”

“Right,” She was a damn sight more annoying than the Vaughn girls. “Well, I’m Tom-”

“I know, but only for a few more hours.”

Tom was about to ask her what this meant when she came to a sudden stop outside a small apartment complex. She knocked on the door and it opened immediately. Tom watched as Claudette spoke in hushed whispers to the gentleman on the other side of the door. He eyed Tom suspiciously but let them in. Immediately, Claudette hurried up the spiralling stairway and it was an effort for Tom to keep up. When he was at her side, Claudette knocked on a dark door adorned with the number three. Beside the number, a small symbol had been scratched into the wood. Again, she spoke in a hushed voice to whoever was on the other side before they were allowed in.

It took a moment for Tom’s eyes to adjust, for the room was lit with covered lamps. A few people looked up their position at a table in the centre of the room. They were punching the keys of their typewriters frantically and did not say hello. Through another door they went, and Tom surmised that this had been the kitchen before the flat it was converted into a rescue base. A scrawny man was hunched over some paper, tweezers in hand. Next to him was a pot and paintbrush. The man picked it up and coated a small, stamp sized piece of paper in a whiteish liquid before placing it on the larger sheet in front of him with the tweezers. It dawned on Tom what they were doing. Forging papers.

“Ouch!” He yelled in pain as yet another stranger grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the wall.

“They shot him,” Claudette said lazily. The man who grabbed Tom hmphed and placed him in front of a white screen.

“Stand there,” he raised a camera in Tom’s face and it clicked. The flash was bright, and before he could regain his sight, Tom was buffeted out of the kitchen and told to sit on one of the many chairs scattered around the lounge. The man hurried away with the camera.

“They’ve turned the bathroom into a darkroom,” Claudette said, noticing Tom’s confusion as his eyes followed the man. “Your papers will be ready in a few hours. Get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.” With that, she left to speak to her friends typing in the foyer. Tom sat where he was left as people worked around him. Not once did they look at him, or say hello, and the reality of what he was doing sank in. He was the first on a long list of people they were going to help escape. They had to get this right. Sprawling across three chairs, he took out the picture of Bess and traced her face. The dark curls, the rosebud lips, the steely eyes. Whatever sleep he had that night was fitful, but always full of her.

The next day, they left before dawn. A sea of fearful faces watched on as Tom and Claudette left the apartment; he shook hands with the forger and waved adieux as they hurried down the stairs and into the dark light of sleeping Paris. He was no longer Tom Bennett, but Laurent Proulx. At least, that’s what his ration card and passport said. The aim was to get to the earliest train out of Paris in order to avoid the checkpoints. Together, he and Claudette would travel to Bayonne by train and from there to Urrugne by any means possible.

The journey, as it turned out, was easier than Tom anticipated. By that evening, he and Claudette were in Bayonne, sleeping in an abandoned barn. He’d have preferred a bed, but evaders can’t be choosers. Someone along the Comet Line, for that was the name the resistance planned to give it, had left food for them under a bucket. Cheese, bread and half a bottle of wine. He spent the night gazing at the stars beyond the dilapidated roof, clutching the photograph and thinking of Bess.

Claudette woke him with a start, already dressed and offering a crust of bread.

“We have a long day ahead. You’ll need your energy and your wits.”

Blackbirds were bleating beyond the barn, and Tom saw the first rays of dawn inching through the roof. As he told Webster he would, they followed the coast. After seven hours on foot, avoiding the roads and checkpoints, they came to rest beyond a pine forest clearing near Urrugne. From the pack upon her back, Claudette produced tomatoes, ham, a flagon of water, and half a loaf of stale bread. She ate hastily, ripping into the bread and humming a little. At her feet, a map lay open and she studied it. Tom leant against one of the trees, savouring every mouthful. What he would give for one of Lois or Cora’s roast dinners. Had he ever had any of Bess’ cooking? A few cakes at parties, but she normally made do with helping Cora. He took out the photograph and looked at it fondly. Sadly.

“Who is she?”

Tom was lost in Bess and only vaguely registered Claudette’s voice. “Hm?” he said through a mouthful of bread. Claudette pointed to the photograph in his hand.

“The woman in the picture, who is she? I’ve given up counting how many times I’ve seen you staring at her.”

Tom smiled boyishly to himself, and tucked Bess into the pocket of his shirt.

“Bess,” he said, watching as Claudette considered the name. “We grew up together.”

“And, is she waiting for you at home?”

Tom’s bottom lip quirked. “I don’t know.” I hope so. Claudette seemed to read his mind.

“She gave you a photograph, didn’t she?” Tom smiled at her. After he reached his freedom, he would never see Claudette again. What was the harm in telling her? Again, she knew what he was thinking. “I know you want to tell me about her.”

“And you know that curiosity killed the cat,”

“But satisfaction brought it back!” Tom laughed at her. “Come on, Monsieur Proulx, you’ve got eight lives left. Tell me about this one you share with Bess.”

Tom thought a moment. The history of Tom Bennett and Bess Vaughn was a long one, and the right moment had to be chosen to begin their story.

“We both lost our mothers when we were young. My mam was Marie, and hers was Etta. They were thick as thieves, that means best friends in England. Anyway, Bess didn’t really talk about her mam after she died. The only time she did was when I found her crying by the bins behind the house. That’s the thing about Bess. She never says anything, but she does everything. When I was about sixteen, I had a massive argument with my dad and went to the cemetery to chat to mam. Bess and her sisters used to take picnics down to Etta’s grave and spend the day with her, and they’d just convinced me of how calming it can be. So, I went down to chat to mam. And I’m a Manchester lad, see, I don’t chat about my feelings. But I’d been there an hour or so when a tin can landed next to me. I looked up and saw Bess was walking along with her own tin can attached to a bit of string. Right across the graveyard it spread. She sat by Etta’s grave and, connected by those two tin cans and a piece of string, she let me know that she understood. I didn’t have to talk to her, I didn’t have to tell her how I felt, she was just letting me know that she knew.”

He paused to rest his head against the tree. Claudette said nothing, just waited for him to continue.

“You’d be thick as thieves and all. Not many people can put up with me, but you’ve both managed. She only wears make up when she wants to feel strong, normally when we go dancing-”

“I love dancing,”

“See! You’d love each other. It’s one of the few times she wears dresses too. Loves a good pair of trousers. She’s a seamstress by trade, trained at a posh outfitter in Manchester and makes clothes for her family. Best dressed girls in the north.”

“What are her sisters called?”

“Cora is the eldest, had to grow up before her time, like my sister Lois. She’ll always have your back. She’s a classic. Elegant and kind. The younger one is Dot, a real firecracker. Eats men for breakfast and never lacks energy. Bess is in the middle with Albie, their brother. I was friends with Albie first as he’s only a year younger than me. Then I met his sister. Really, the only thing we have in common is our stubbornness.” Tom sat up, well into his story of Bess. “She used to follow my dad around, he’s dead quiet too, always asking him questions about the world. I think it was her curiosity about everything that attracted the bullying. Their dad, Fergal, is Irish and that combined with her quietness made her a target. Cora and Dot have red hair, and Bess’ is much darker. Everything makes her stand out. Some boys at school used to call her a witch and one day poured milk on her head. Something snapped and I sort of became her protector after that. In turn, she always listened to me when dad and Lois couldn’t cope. Then she went away to Manchester. God, Claudette, when she came back it was like staring at the sun.” He took the photo from his pocket and showed it to her. “She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She walks like she owns the ground, so full of attitude, absolutely terrifies the lads that used to bully her. Lois always says that Bess is a real woman’s woman. And let me tell you the men line up to dance with her.”

He stopped again, thinking about the night he first kissed her. That red dress she wore to the dance. Fuck.

“So why didn’t you snap her up?”

“Eh?”

“Well, you said you didn’t know if she’d be waiting for you,”

“I fucked it up. I kept her a secret because I was ashamed of who I was and wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin the only good thing I had. And I ruined it anyway. That’s not to say she didn’t play her part.” He huffed a laugh, remembering the heat of their argument. “She’s jealous and insecure. Takes the slightest offence at anything, so bloody hot-headed.”

“And stubborn,”

“And stubborn.” Despite himself, Tom smiled. She thought he wanted to keep her secret, but the reality was, he wouldn’t change her for anything.

Claudette smiled too. “You must love her very much. To see her faults and love her as you do,”

“You what?” Tom spluttered as he made to sip the flagon of water. “I-what? I mean, Christ-”

“Falling in love is easy,” Claudette continued. “People do it all the time. But staying in love, that’s a choice. The more we know someone, the more we see their faults. To want them despite that, that’s real love.”

Tom stared at her, open mouthed. A tidal wave of realisation slapped him into sense and he stood abruptly. “We have to get going.”

Claudette laughed at his awkwardness and stood too. “That’s the spirit! Bess awaits!” And within five minutes the food was packed and the pair were making their way through the pines towards Spain, whispering lowly to each other as they did. It was just three hours later that the trees began to thin. Ahead, in a clearing of long grass, two men approached. Fear ran up Tom’s neck.

“What do we do now?” Adrenaline coursed through his veins. Claudette stopped and turned to him.

“We say goodbye.”

“What?” His fear subsided, if only a little, and made way for confusion.

“We are in Spain now, these men will get you to Gibraltar.”

“What?” Tom looked around in amazement. What he had expected, he didn’t know. Blazing sun and gorgeous women to appear at the compass point between France and Spain? “When did we cross the border?”

“I’d say, and hour ago?” Claudette grinned.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have celebrated in the way only a man and a woman can.” He sidled up to her teasingly and she smacked him away.

“Save it for your darling,” She prodded a finger into the pocket where the photograph of Bess lay. “Well, this is my job done, I’ll hand you over and go home.”

“Really?” Despite his annoyance at her, she had helped save his life. “Don’t you want to come with me?”

Claudette laughed as she strolled towards the two men. “More people to save!”

Tom glanced back over his shoulder before hurrying after her.

“Claudette. Claudette!” She turned round to be enveloped in his arms. “Thank you, stay safe.”

“You too, Monsieur Proulx.”

Notes: I did a fair amount of research on how evaders would have escaped from Paris and based Tom’s route on a real-life account of an English pilot. Not much of that research will come into play, but it’s good to know considering this is where we left Tom at the end of the series. I’ve also changed his interaction with Claudette a little, just to make it fit where Tom is at this point in my story. A lot of people that helped evaders and escapees used codenames, so I’m assuming that is the same for Claudette. See you soon!

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[saladbroth]

ayan didn't expect akk

he came to suppalo with a goal and a mission and the mindset to fulfill it, no matter the cost and his first day already presents him with ample evidence for hating the school, for mistrusting the student body - for hating the prefects and akk in particular he sees him messing with the car and then hears the talk about the curse and ayan knows, immediately, whats up with akk. he can see it in the fear in his eyes whenever he comes close and the defensive threats akk sends his way whenever he steps close, and the way akk so rigorously believes in all the stupid rules the school has set up

truly, in the beginning i don't think ayan liked akk. at all. he was a means to find out more about the school - an easy target, what with how easy he's flustered and how quickly he gives up information if challenged the right way. and even if akk doesn't play along anymore, ayan knows he's behind the curse so what does he have to fear? he saw akk as a means to his goal, something like collateral damage in the grand scheme of things, maybe even just a lucky coincidence because it does give him an advantage above most other students at suppalo, over akk himself.

and, well. ayan is kind and open-minded and understanding but he's also ruthless i think. he knows what he wants and he's driven by grief and anger and the frustration at the unfairness of the system, so what is akk to him but just another one of the "enemies"?

but then akk is more than that. he's not some kind of power-hungry brat, he's not evil or out to hurt people, or someone who fits into the kind of hard distinctions ayan is probably trying to draw with himself and the people who share his beliefs and everyone else. akk is also kind, and charming, and smiles when he forgets to pretend to be someone he isn't, and most importantly he's just a boy, who falls asleep over homework and cares for stray puppies and flirts back occasionally and it catches ayan completely off-guard and then akk continues to become more and more and more, no longer just the student prefect aye can tease and use to his advantage, but something like a friend, who's gentle with him and who's close to buckling and breaking under the pressure the world puts on him, who has the biggest, most sincere eyes out of everyone even if he tries to hide it, who shows aye kindness when few else do and who so obviously doesn't know what to believe in apart from the propaganda he's been fed

i think ayan realised that he can't go on just seeing akk as a means to his goal when akk falls asleep on his hand, comes to terms with the fact that he likes him when akk slams him down on that judo mat, and accepts that he cares, really, really cares when akk comes apart under his fingers and sobs into his shoulder just by being shown understanding and given the slightest bit of safety

and like. akk got hit by ayan like a freight train, was knocked completely off balance and sent spinning into space, his worldview and his pretense and his sense of security and what was right coming down bit by bit and then in an avalanche but ayan didn't plan for him, to like him and care and feel affection, for the threats of kissing him to become desire and for the ache in his chest and the smiles that he can't seem to stop whenever akk flirts back, or just exists, for the comfort that akk can give him in return, with an echo of words and an arm around his shoulders

i think the ending scene of ep7 is incredibly important in context with aye being caught off guard by akk, too, because yeah he aggressively flirts, but then he says "when you talk to me,look me in the eyes" and akk does and you can see that it takes him by surprise, that he wasn't actually ready. his breath catches and he has to blink to regain his composure, swallows hard. he still underestimates akk's effect on him i think

and that's the whole thing. ayan underestimated akk, didn't plan for him, didn't expect him. and now there's a boy in front of him who stands for all that he dislikes and all aye wants is to kiss him and to keep him safe

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Ghost Hunting | Heartslabyul x G/n Reader

Characters: Riddle, Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover

Summary: You go ghost hunting with Heartslabyul!

Warnings: Demons

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle is not for it at all, only because of the dangers you told him about. He refuses you every time you ask until you say you're going to leave whether he'll go or not.

"Y/n, no you're not going!"

"I am, and you can stay or come with me"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle only goes with you to make sure you're safe and that no one fucks with you and if they do then he can protect you. He, of course asked for Crowley's permission and waited for the go ahead, which Riddle thought wouldn't happen but imagine the shocked face when Crowley said it was fine.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So you took Riddle's hand as he begrudgingly followed you to the location you had set out to find.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Even though he mainly went to protect you, part of him was intrigued to see what human ghosting hunting was truly like.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle doesn't let go of your hand the entire time while you set up either which is sort of new to you.

"Ridde, love, I need my other hand to set this up. Can you let go please?"

"I'm not letting go, you can set up with one hand."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You managed to get him to let go, but once you finished his hand was connected with yours again, gripping a bit tighter after each evidence provided.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He did find it cute how excited you got with each event going on and all the responses happening.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He didn't show he was cared of the responses, and really he wasn't. He was only scared about your well being.

"Y/n, What's going on?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle noticed you staring off into space down the corridor of the building you both were in. It took a bit for you to respond.

"Just saw a figure down the corridor. No big deal."

Riddle looked at you dumbfounded.

"NO BIG DEAL? YOU SAW SOMEONE DOWN THE CORRIDOR!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You looked at him calmly with glazed eyes of tiredness.

"Riddle it's okay. It's the whole point. Also might want to calm down, you'll scare the ghosts."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's when he was so over the whole thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He laid you down somewhere and gathered all of the things you two brought and put them away. While he did this you said the goodbye message and the mantra of not to attach to either of you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle picked you up and carried you out of there.

"Come on, we're leaving."

You gave him a pout as you gripped him closer causing the boy to blush a bit.

"Do we have to? Me and the ghosty boy was having fun."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Riddle shakes his head as he rants about how dangerous it was and how lucky you were that he was there to help you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He immediately puts you in to bed and cuddles next to you feeling so glad that he was there with you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Sure he thought it was a bad idea but Riddle had to admit that it was fun to be with you and indulge you and your interests.

ACE TRAPPOLA

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He asks you want ghost hunting is since it's not something in Twisted Wonderland that is explored. It also doesn't help that the ghosts show themselves pretty easily

"Huh? Whaddya wanna go ghost huntin for? Ramshackles gotta tun!"

"It's not the same Ace! Or are you to scared?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ That's how he ended up at an abandoned location, that you of course didn't ask Crowley to go to, in the dark clinging to you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You tease him about clinging to you but he retorts with "Noo" and "You're the one who's scared".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The fear dies down a bit after seeing all the equipment you brought with you and saying how much of a dork you are for bringing so many things for something that's obviously faked.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You don't listen to those comments but you explain to Ace what each thing is and what it does.

"This is an EMF meter. It tracks energy currents. And this- ACE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Nothing, just seeing how this works."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace was messing with the motion sensor device with an antenna with three lights. He turned it on and was using it to make a lot of noise.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ It annoyed you to no end and it took you 5 minutes to get it back and to calibrate it properly. But you were glad he was having fun.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As things start to intensify evidence wise, he grabs your hand and it's not because he's scared, well that's part of it, but its because he wants to make sure you're safe

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're talking to the spirit through the spirit talker app you got on your phone and it seemed pretty tame. Ace was just watching you do your thing.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once things start to turn dark, Ace is full on hugging you and making sure you're not to far from him.

"What are you?"

"DEMON"

"Y/N YOU BETTER START RUNNING!"

"Ace where are you going?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once Ace heard demon from the app he booked it thinking you were holding his hand.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He stopped about halfway outside realizing you weren't with him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace tries to walk in but you come out seemingly okay and unscathed.

"What the hell? Why'd you ditch me?"

"Because it said demon Y/n!"

You giggle at him

"Just because it says demon doesn't mean it's dangerous. It's okay though, everything is packed we can go home now."

"Nah. Come with me."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Ace grabs your hand dragging you somewhere.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ To recover from the fear he takes you to a decent 24/7 restaurant to chill and relax.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both talk about the experience and what you both liked about it the most. But for Ace just being with you was his favorite part.

DEUCE SPADE

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Poor Deuce is so confused, like he understood ghosts but like the phrase 'Ghost Hunting' he thinks its something entirely different than what you mean.

"You want to hunt ghosts? Like when you hunt deer?"

"No pft, you're so silly Deuce. We're gonna go look for a location and talk to them."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After you explained what it was to him, he was hyped because it was something new and from your world.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce went to ask Crowley if it was okay for you guys to leave the campus that and the two of you were shocked he said yes, or did he?

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both may have ignored him or convinced him to let you two go so now you're in an abandoned dark building setting everything up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Honestly Deuce is the most trustworthy with the set up since he seems to be taking it pretty seriously.

"So when you move it slightly it'll light up, its really sensitive to touch. Understand?"

"Mhm! Mhm! What about this one? Oh and this? Where should I put the cameras?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ His excitement was kind of stressful but he just wanted you to have a good time and everything to work well since ghost hunting is sort of a skeptical thing, or so you told him.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce loved to see how passionate you were about this and how serious you were, he made sure not to get spooked when a spirit answered the questions.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Though he was most spooked when the motion things were being triggered. And we would cling to you to no end.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You found it cute, but were mainly focused on the responses of the spirits or whatever was around you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Once the REM pod went off he jumped onto your back making you fall.

"Ah! Y/n! I'm sorry!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle a bit as you hold your head making sure you didn't hurt your head to much.

"It's okay Deuce! We can leave if its to much to be here."

"I want to stay because you look so happy doing this!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit. He was really so considerate of the things you wanted to do with you.

"But forcing yourself in this type of thing isn't good, just tell me when it's to much then we can leave."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce nodded and you two ended up staying for another hour.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two only left though when you began to feel drained and you had no clue why.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Deuce made sure to put away all the equipment and everything you brought while you said the goodbyes and the affirmations of not giving permission to attach to you two.

"Gosh I'm so tired.."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You then felt yourself being picked up and you looked to who it was.

"Here. Let me carry you, its not good to walk if you're wobbling."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You blushed a bit and nuzzled Deuces neck as he carried you out of the building.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ The two of you had went to Ramshackle dorm first since you were practically sleeping in Deuce's hold. He didn't want to leave you still on account of being sort of paranoid after the events.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he'd rather take the hit from his house warden and use the excuse of saying Crowel said it was fine. So the two of you had a sleep over.

CATER DIAMOND

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is all for it. With his camera out and knowing what he wants to do, in fact you'd think he was the one who asked to go and do this.

"Of course cutie! We can go ghost huntin, as long as I can post it and your cute face to Magicam!"

"Okay! Lets go then!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You both might as well ask Crowley if its going to be publicly posted where he could see it but you both don't wait for an answer.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater is the one with the perfect location since it seems to be popular for the idea of ghost hunting, but you show him how humans do it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ As you're setting up, Cater is putting the camera's in many different places as well as taking cute pictures of you're focused face. And he posted each one to Magicam saying "Ghost Hunting with my love" and "Cute focus face! <3".

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He shows you each picture and you're slightly annoyed because you want him to help set up, but he swayed you with his charm.

"Cater, if you're just going to take pictures, then can you help set up atleast?"

"But I am helping, I'm seeing if I can get any pictures of the ghosts!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You just shake your head at him as he keeps taking pictures of you and only you.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ However seeing you more focused after each object being set up put him in the mood to be productive and help set up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater wasn't scared, actually he was holding you when you jumped back a bit feeling spooked

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He'd giggle at your reaction to any form of evidence you two got and would film it. Often teasing about how cute you were when you were freaked out.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Then he started to become anxious when he caught a shadow figure on the camera and pointed it out to you explaining it to you.

"Rah! This is so scary!!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You look at your dramatic boyfriend giggling a bit.

"Says the one who was teasing me. And its just a figure, you can't be scared of that"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He acts as if you wounded him, but it was all in good fun. He then pat your head as a way to calm himself down.

"Do I have to be the one to protect you know~?"

Cater blushed a bit about how smug you looked and slowly backed up a bit trying to make space between the two of you.

"N-no, I'm gonna protect you!"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You giggle at this and carry on with the reason why you were at this abandoned place.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater often held your hand as the investigation went on sensing you were becoming tired a drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He decided to end his video there and wait to edit it later, if he was ever going to and just post the raw footage. And he started to pack up.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were confused as to what was going on, and went to ask Cater but you started to fall. Luckily the boy was able to catch you.

"Gotcha! Be careful Y/n! Don't want you to hurt yourself."

You blushed a bit as you rubbed your eyes. Cater chuckled thinking you looked so cute when you were sleepy.

"Are we going home?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He nodded at you and picked up the bag of things and you carrying you out of the building and back to school.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater holds you close and realizes you are sleeping in his arms. He chuckles and takes you to your dorm.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Cater cuddles you ignoring the fact that Riddle might have his head for it, but anything for you.

~♣️~TREY~♣️~

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey was curious to say the least about ghost hunting, but when you proposed it you didn't expect him to go with you.

"Hey do you wanna go ghost hunting with me?"

"Yeah, I'll go."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ In all honesty you thought he would be to busy with school work and vice house warden duties to do anything, but you were over the moon about it.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You two decided to leave Crowley a note since it was late and the man wasn't in his office, and on you two went.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey set up most of the things, which you were grateful for, but overall you were shocked he knew what some of the things were even if it was pretty self explanatory once the things were on.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You were stuck in the middle of the room just watching your boyfriend doing most of the work which made you feel a bit guilty.

"Hey Trey, I can help set up too."

"I know, but I don't want you to worry about it."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You're heart warmed at the thought, but you pulled out your phone to bring up the spirit talker app. Trey walked next to you after he was done with everything.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey wasn't scared at all, like he held your hand sure but it was to reassure you whenever you got excited from a response.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He smiled whenever you were asking the entity questions and got an answer back, even if there was negative energy there.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ He was there to make sure you were safe and that nothing intended to hurt you, ghost or human or anything in between.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ So he got concerned when you mentioned you heard a voice tell you something and he didn't hear it.

"Trey did you hear that?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey looked at you with a curious look in his eyes, trying to listen for anything other than you two.

"I didn't hear anything love. Did you?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You nodded vigorously as you slowly felt dizzy. Trey had a look as if pleading for you to tell him what you heard.

"It said that it wanted me to stay."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shuddered a bit feeling the negative tone from the disembodied voice. Trey noticed your discomfort.

"Do you want to leave?"

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to continue and you went off on your own a bit.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ After that he was concerned. He didn't want you to feel like you were losing your mind and it seemed like you were mentally drained.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey picked you up and took you out of the building so you could recover as he went back in by himself to pack everything up while you waited for him outside.

"Trey what you doing?"

You looked up to him with drowsy eyes.

"Taking you back to the dorm rooms."

:🌹 ̗̀➛ You shook your head wanting to stay but Trey convinced you to let him carry you outside as you waited for him to pack everything up. Once that was done, he picked you back up and carried you back the NCR.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey took you to his dorm and had you sleep on his bed while he took the couch, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable in your low state. Even though you two cuddle a lot before this.

:🌹 ̗̀➛ Trey did have fun though and learned a lot about some things from your world.

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[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Strom king please Concept💗

Alright! Using some tips from @queenofdiscord to get him more in character compared to last time! They have great ideas :)

I am also pulling from the prompt and concept I wrote previously for him. Darling is assumed to be a pony.

Yandere! Storm King Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Sadism, Violence, Murder, Possessive behavior, Deception, Manipulation, Punishment, Ownership, Degrading behavior, Jealousy, Darling is treated like a pet, Branding, Dark content obviously, Isolation.

Storm King is a tyrant who wants to be feared and abuses his power.

He'd be Possessive, Manipulative, Deceptive, Forceful, Sadistic, Teasing, and overall just horrid towards his darling.

He would see his darling as below him.

A pet or property.

He isn't the most caring individual.

Even less so towards a pony who's whole society is based on a stuffy concept such as friendship and unity.

Storm King is also incredibly temperamental.

He's cruel and doesn't care who gets hurt.

Storm King would brand his darling with his symbol in somewhere visible.

Such as the chest, flank, or face for example....

He'd also cover you in gear covered in his aesthetic.

You'll always be wearing a muzzle and harness connected to a lead for him to hold.

Without it you may look too cute for him.

You have to be feared to be his pet.

Storm King will isolate his darling.

If he hasn't decided to kill Tempest, she's only allowed limited contact with you.

You having friends would take away your attention.

He happens to want all of it.

Storm King will also blame you for things.

Usually when you have an outburst or he decides to execute some poor soul for being too close to you.

He'll say he killed them because of you.

All in an attempt to break your spirit and make you more compliant.

As he's so possessive, he gets jealous.

The reason he isolates you, brands you, does you up in his colors...

It's because he wants to show everyone just who you belong to.

He doesn't like your independence and instead wants you to rely on him.

He's a tyrannical king, of course he wants you to need him.

A king is no king without creatures to rule.

He'd take you to his throne room and hold you, stroking your mane with such a cheerful tone.

It's a facade, obviously, if he was actually nice he would never brand you as his.

He's manipulative because of the amount of lies he tells you to make you follow him.

Even before he muzzles you, he lies to you just enough for your trust.

Then cages you then and there.

Remorse? Nowhere to be seen.

He murders, kidnaps, and torments you to obey him.

Why would he have remorse?

He forces you to do a lot.

To worship him, to bow before him, honestly the fact he leads you by a leash is forceful enough.

He's also very teasing.

He'll tease you about your situation, how you look with the gear on, and anything else he feels like.

He finds your emotions fun to play with.

Your tears, your anger, your forced smiles... he loves them all.

All because they're his.

Everything about you is his.

Storm King is not all that affectionate.

He murders in front of you, he blames you for it...

Affection is a rare sight.

Although if he's feeling particularly happy, it's possible.

He'll pat your head, he'll squeeze your much smaller body, he'll nuzzle his face into your coat if he removes the head gear just enough.

These moments don't last long but they are a relief.

When you're sent to sleep, Storm King puts you in a cage.

Be loyal enough and you make get a room.

Escape is nearly impossible.

Every pony in Canterlot is enslaved and the area is crawling with his minions.

You would never get far.

Even if you did somehow, he'd have his forces search for you throughout the land.

He'll find you, you can't hide from him.

When you're finally caught and dragged back, punishment is in order.

This can range from starvation, injury, or plain old isolation for days on end.

You're lucky he adores you too much to kill you.

Even if you'd prefer it.

"Wow, you thought escape was possible? How cute! Now, let's fix that...."