#he is a bit annoying when he leaves most of his old food while eating all the new stuff

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

My cat didn’t used to get the zoomies at 2am very often in the past, but in the past he had an entire house to roam around in. Now he just has my apartment and I’ll see this medium sized (he’s a large boy, very tall and long) hop-running around from room to room while I’m in bed and it’s just like “uh. Okay then”

[najenvhs]

who's most likely to get jealous and why?

nct dream getting jealous

sorry decided to make this for everyone because it is too good- but the top 3 would be Jisung, Haechan, and Jeno…. Anyway 🤍 sorry some are longer than others, everything is what came to my mind first.

mdi 🤍

♡ Jisung— you guys were out for a coffee date and while the two of you guys were sitting a friend from school came up. you were shocked so you stood up and gave him a hug.

Jisung watched as his hands were all over you going up and down your back and when he detached, he was still close talking and looking straight into your eyes, as he was holding your hands.

he knows you guys are just friends but this was time for the two of you and the two of you only. he just sat there getting annoyed as the conversation went on for 5 minutes till you finally sat down.

“what's wrong?” you ask confused but still riding off the high of running into an old friend.

“What, nothing… nothing at all” he responded taking a sip from his drink and looking away from you.

“Oh, I see” you replied crossing your arms and leaning back in your seat, “your jealousy huh?”

he starts chocking on his drink, coughing “What are you- no of course not”

“Sure, I guess you're not getting your surprise tonight,” you said leaning forward and looking at your nails

“y/n I said I'm sorry,” he said pleading with you.

♡ chenle— “I'm going out tonight,” you say to chenle as you guys are eating dinner at the table inside his apartment.

“oh with the girls?” he asks taking another bite of his food.

“well.. yes” you replied, you didn’t even know why you needed to tell him but you were scared if you didn’t say anything he would find out another way.

“What does well mean?” he asked raising a brow as he took a sip of his wine.

you just roll your eyes in response as you get up and go to start washing your dishes. “listen we are just paired for a project, and he was assigned to our group so we didn’t have a choice”

as you were cleaning and you heard him leave the table then felt some arms come around your stomach hugging you from behind.

“Just keep me updated,” he said in your ear as he started kissing your neck, you dropped the dishes into the sink that you were cleaning, it felt good, leaning your head over so that Chenle had even more access to your neck.

he starts rubbing one of his hands over your stomach as his other starts crawling up your chest, just then you realize what was happening, waking yourself up you made him stop by pushing him off you in a soft manner.

“what? What's wrong?” he asks wiping his lips off with the back of his hand.

“Are you jealous?” you ask pointing at him leaning against the sink

the only response he has is having his eyes wide open feeling caught making you giggle.

“no” he finally says.

“Whatever you say” you laugh as you walk past him patting his shoulder.

♡ Jaemin— “Awe y/n” you look so beautiful tonight,” Mark says going in for a hug.

“Mark, thank you” you responded prettily, holding hands with him, thanking him. you guys talked a little bit more before you finally turned around to Jaemin standing right behind you.

“you look so pretty my princess, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen on this earth” he gushed as he looked at you up and down.

you guys were at a reunion event and Jaemin’s close friends were there. you knew them well so Mark giving you compliments like that was nothing that you hadn’t heard before, and of course in a platonic way, and of course same as Jaemin in a romantic way. but it felt off and you could feel it.

“Thanks, babe,” you said smiling up at him.

it was until Renjun came up to you hugging you and kissing you on your check— again the norm for when interacting with him. “y/n i'm so happy to see you happy, you are just glowing”

he was always so sweet, “Junnie, thank you”

he walked away— you turn back around to Jaemin as he quickly shifted from looking like bloody Mary just walked across the room to the normal smiling nana he normally looks like.

“what,” you said crossing your arms

“yo-you look so sexy tonight,” he says changing the subject, swiftly moving to pull you closer to him.

“please stop talking to the boys,” he said with a smile on his face close to your own.

you knew what was going on, and you were shocked, Jaemin never gets jealous, and of all days he decides to get jealous of his friends. it was kinda silly to you that he would ever believe you would leave him.

“you know Nana,” you say reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck as his grip around your waist becomes tighter. “they are just friends,” you say in his ear

“I know” he replied removing his hands from your waist to start rubbing your back.

“well if you know so much, then you should know I don’t have a bra or underwear on tonight,” you said in his ear again.

you felt his hands stop, you could tell you shocked him so before you let go to continue saying hi to everyone else you left him with one last thing.

“if you don't stop acting jealous then I'm not coming home with you tonight”

♡ haechan— you and Haechan are lying in bed, the night before was long. you guys went to a party the boys threw for what reason? none, it was fun and ended with you and Haechan together in bed. In the morning you guys just hung out in bed till one of you got hungry.

you were on your phone looking at the photos you took last night and saw a photo of you and Jaemin where his face and yours were touching one another.

"Haechan, look at this photo I took with Jaemin isn't it cute," you said showing him the photo.

"oh, cute" he flashes a smile at you, then drops it instantly. you didn't think twice but maybe he was tired, so you went back on your phone.

you found a video and it was of you and Chenle taking shots, it was funny to you so you decided to show Haechan again.

"look watch this video of me and Chenle," you say scooting close to him in bed.

"funny" he smiles then shifts to move closer to the end of the bed.

"Okay, what's wrong," you ask dropping the phone and looking at him who is on his own.

"Nothing, I swear," he says looking at you.

"Haechan I've been dating you for years, tell me," you say crossing his arms.

"you taking pictures with another guy," he says quilty, under his breath.

"I'm sorry what?" you said looking over at him with your right ear facing him more so you could hear him clearly.

"you taking photos with Chenle and Jaemin," he says looking at you right in the eye

"so you jealous?" you ask but don't even give him the chance to say anything more before you start giggling. "Haechan, honey, I'm sitting here in bed with you, in your shirt and my panties only, yet you are jealous about me taking a photo with Jaemin and taking shots with Chenle?”

you guys just sat there in silence looking into each other's soul and before you could say anymore he broke the silence

"you know what no," he said dipping his head to kiss your cheek

"That's what I thought" you giggle again as you hold his head close to you.

♡ Jeno— it was after a three-hour lecture where you and your classmate were talking right outside the door, you knew him since high school so it was nice seeing a familiar face around campus.

you were leaning against the wall as your friend stood in front of you, you didn't think twice about it till you saw Jeno walking up but stopped midway for some reason. but you not knowing what's going on, had an even brighter smile on your face seeing him.

"Jeno-ah!" you called him over to where you and your friend were talking leaning ur body to where your whole side was leaning against the wall.

pushing yourself off of it, you walk over to Jeno dragging him over to meet your high school friend Jisung, "Jeno, this is Jisung, we went to high school together and were actually seated next to each other"

"Oh, hi, nice to meet you," Jeno said to Jisung sticking out his hand to shake.

Jeno made sure to squeeze Jisung's hand a little tighter to make sure he understood their ground making Jisung squill a little but laugh it off since he was in front of you.

you were off to the side looking at both of them, but even more at Jeno. he had a different demeanor and you could just tell something was up. the three of you continued taking a bit and when Jisung wasn't looking you would look at Jeno and mouth 'What's wrong with you' Getting back 'Nothing' in the same format right before Jisung turned his head back to the both of you.

"well, y/n, I'll see you on Wednesday for the next class, let's sit together again?" Jisung asked as he rested a hand on your shoulder.

"for sure!" you responded touching his hand while responding.

after that, he walked away and was faced with Jeno.

"what?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"What was that?" Jeno responded.

"Well, like he said a friend from high school," you said, looking at him up and down. "what about you? what was that"

"I, you know what? I don't know," he says scratching his head.

"Lee Jeno, that was jealousy" You look up at him, and you drag him again by his arm. you lean against the wall again and pull him to where one of his arms resting on the wall beside you.

"y/n? at school?" he asks you as you undo one of the buttons of his shirt.

"there's no one around, and I mean we are just gonna kiss" You look up at him smiling.

"I'm confused? are you mad at me or?" he asks you.

"no I'm not mad at you, but you being jealous is really hot" you answered wrapping your arms around him going incating the kiss.

♡ renjun— "What," Renjun asks spitting out the water that was in his mouth.

"ah hahaha, someone tried to ask me out," you say blocking your face from the water even though you were nowhere near him.

he walked over to you, softly moving your hands away from your face, "Hopefully that wasn't to you and was for your friend you were with" he said smiling.

"No, I'm telling you he came up to me while I was away from my friend looking at clothing and asked if I was single," you respond.

renjun just looked at you blinking, "and what did you say"

"um no? Of course?" responded in shock you crossed your arms.

"anyways I thought it was kinda funny no need to be worried," you say as you try to walk away from the kitchen.

"y/n it's not funny, I mean like does this normally happen?" he asks you making you stop before leaving the kitchen.

"When you are around me never, and when you are not... sometimes," you say, "I never say yes, there's nothing to be jealous about"

"jealous?" Renjun askes.

"yes jun, jealousy!" you respond with a smirk on your face.

you walk close to him wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving a peck on his lips. "just know I love you so much, and there is no other guy I would choose over you"

he just smiled and hugged you back holding each other close and tight for a while.

♡ mark— "a concert?" marks asks you. you were invited by Haechan to go to a concert with him, and you said yes not thinking twice about how it may affect Mark.

"babe, it's Haechan, you've like known him forever, what's the problem?" you say shoving more chips in your mouth as you are sitting in the bed on the phone.

"Baby, that's the problem it's him," he says, as he's walking back and forth in front of the bed.

you didn't understand why it was such a big deal, you were fixing to put another chip in your mouth till you looked at Mark Lee going crazy which made you stop.

"oh" you abruptly say, "you're jealous"

Mark stops and turns to you who sit on the bed. you shove the chip back in the bag and leave your phone behind as you walk over on your knees to the end of the bed pulling him over by his arm.

"Markie, I love you so much you fool" you giggle, "I'll never love another man but you, but you don't need to worry about this and never think this again okay?"

"I'm sorry y/n," Mark says as he brushes some hair behind your ear and pulls you into a hug.

you end up pulling him on top of you, falling on your back, "now show me how much you love me, Mark Lee"

[hehe, I hope you guys enjoyed this sorry it took so long, I have just been a little busy and also have been cooking on this one FOR A MINUTE. I don't remember when this was asked but I'm sorry AND please enjoy. leave SOMETHING in my ask 🙈 ]

[herdarkestnightelegance]

Magpie Stash

Pairing: Astarion/ g/n unnamed Tav Tags: fluff, trauma Length: 1k words Summary: While looting, Astarion comes across items he wants to own.

A/N: Another headcanon which I may have shared with some of the talented fan fiction writers out there before. So, if that’s the case, don’t come for me! But holy Hells this got much longer than I planed! I guess this is s drabble now? Or a whole ass fanfic? You tell me 😂

Thank you wonderful @nyx-knox for the beta reading! It was *chef‘s kiss* ✨

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Astarion has not owned anything in 200 years.

The only things he could call his were his wits and the clothes on his back - and both he cared for and mended meticulously.

But suddenly he’s part of a ragtag group of strangers, and he finds himself looting a temple not far from where they crashed with a damn Nautiloid after being abducted and infected by mindflayer parasites. And frankly, he’s not entirely sure what part he finds most surprising.

Finding food, weapons and healing potions is a priority. For the others. Not so much him. Honestly. Why should he bother looking for food he won’t even eat? He doesn’t know these weirdos.

But he humors them and even aids his positively helpless companions by picking locks. And as he opens the lid of a gilded chest, something catches his eye.

Beneath old parchment and a rotten carrot he finds …. pretty things? There’s a particularly sparkly ring. A skilfully bound book with gilded letters on the cover. A fine silk scarf hemmed with the most delicate fell-stitches …

He has no idea if those items are of any value. They certainly are useless for the group. But … they are beautiful. And he wants, no he needs to own them. So without giving it too much thought, he takes them.

He has no intention of selling *HIS* items to the vendor they meet at the Tiefling Camp. Hells, he doesn’t even have the intention of showing them to his companions.

He wants these pretty things for himself, he wants to keep them safe. The spawn siblings used to steal from one another all the time, so he’s used to being protective over his meagre possessions. Can’t shake 200 years of hypervigilance that easily.

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Over the next days and weeks of travel, Astarion fills up a little purple leather pouch with whatever catches his eye. Going through the diverse collection of beautiful bits and bobs for a few moments before meditating becomes a secret source of calm for Astarion. A soothing ritual, especially after the more straining days.

Which is what he’s doing now. He sits on his bedroll cross-legged, inspecting the things. His things. His little private treasure trove. That he owns.

A bejeweled comb, random gold coins, a tiny picture frame containing an even tinier painting …

The only piece of his treasure that gave him more of a bittersweet feeling had been a silver hand-mirror he had found in the goblin infested village. To be honest, he was not too mad when he accidentally smashed it in frustration the other night after talking to Tav.

Tav. Their unofficial leader. They never seem to have a problem sharing the things they find. They share their food with the group, their scrolls, and they even gave Astarion that freakish but intriguing tome they had found in that cellar. Far too generous, if you ask him.

As Astarion packs up his collection he hears coughing outside. Again. It’s been going on all night.

He peeks out. Tav is on second watch. The night is cold, and they just added another log to the fire. Still, the cool wind is picking up and Tav pulls their cloak close around their neck - which unfortunately does not prevent the coughing.

For a moment, Astarion considers just ignoring them, letting them hack up a lung. But to his dismay, he … cares? He finds he doesn’t want Tav to be cold or sick. But it’s just because he just doesn’t want their coughing to get annoying. That’s all. Obviously.

So he leaves his tent and saunters up to their leader, who greets him with a sleepy but friendly smile.

Astarion holds out his hand to Tav, holding a long piece of white fabric. He’s offering them his beautiful silk scarf with the immaculate fell-stitched hem that he had inspected a lot over the past weeks.

„You’re coughing too much, darling. It’s keeping me up and I do need my beauty sleep.” he says with mock indignation and his trademark smirk.

„Thank you.“ Tav says as they take the scarf from his hand and wraps it around that oh so delicious neck of theirs.

After an awkward moment of silence Astarion offers a final „Well. Good night, my dear.“ with a courteous bow and walks back to his tent.

He can’t help but wonder at the strange feeling in his chest. Tav can and will never know just what big of a deal this small gesture was for the pale Elf.

For the first time in 200 years Astarion gave away something that was his simply because he wanted to. He wanted them to have it. Because they needed it more than him. And not only that. He does not even expect anything in return. How in the Hells did that happen?

He’s sure it’s nothing.

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A few years from then, Astarion finds himself in the cellar beneath Tav’s and his home. He’s looking for something, and he’s sure it has to be here somewhere.

“Aha!” From the trunk before him he pulls a skilfully bound book - even though the gilded letters on the cover have worn off with time.

He opens the book - and huffs in relief. And nervousness. It’s still right where he left it between the pages all those years ago.

Hidden inside the old book lies a particularly sparkly ring.

He smiles. A lot has changed since that day they looted that temple and he found his first little treasures. Back then Astarion couldn’t fathom sharing his magpie stash - or anything, for that matter - with anyone. And now? Now he shares a home with the person he loves. And he plans on sharing so much more with them.

What better way of showing that than by proposing with the first thing he ever called his? Because now there’s only one thing, or rather person, he wants for himself. The one person he wants to share everything with.

He looks at the particularly sparkly ring.

Yes. This should do nicely.

So, and on a completely unrelated note: When does a headcanon become a full on fanfic lol?

[dianawinchester03]

Juvenile Delinquent

Series Masterlist

Summary: After standing up for herself and Sammy in a catfight with her fellow cheer captain, Y/N finds herself in a bit of a pickle.

(Y/N and Sam are 17 years old and Dean is 21 years old)

BASED ON:

The Old Testament Series.

Genesis Primis: A Supernatural Rewrite (Dean Winchester x Reader) by @dianawinchester03

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Third Person POV

Sioux Falls High, South Dakota

•September 2000

Senior year was probably the most dreadful year in high-school history. John and F/N decided to let Sam and Y/N finish their senior year in Sioux Falls High, leaving Dean in charge for most of the year. They would pop in and out after hunts but would hit the road after getting a trail on another.

It was the start of the school year, Sam was eating lunch in the cafeteria with Y/N while the members of the cheer squad Y/N with in were giggling and pointing at their table.

"You can go sit with your friends you know, y/n" Sam sighed, stabbing his unappetizing meatloaf with his fork. His head bowed.

"I am, now shut up and eat your fake meat" Y/N rolled her eyes, tightening her ponytail.

Sam's eyes glanced down at her orange and black uniform, a playful smirk on his face. "I still can't believe you joined the cheer squad" He snorted.

"Hey, don't judge me dipshit, it's fun. It's why I've been telling your giant ass to join the football team" Y/N huffed in mock offense, tossing a croton at her best-friend.

"Oh hell no crackhead, you couldn't pay me enough to play football" Sam laughed, dodging the flying food. 

"Why? You have the shoulders for it" Y/N teased, raising her brow. "And I have the brains for Stanford, not for football" Sam shot back, sticking out his tongue.

Y/N threw her head back laughing at this, "Alright college boy" She snickered, "So, Stanford. You made up your mind on it?" She asked with a small smile, her eyes flickered over to her cheerleader "friends" who were staring at them intently.

Y/N noticed Stella Luther, captain of the squad, eyes were trained directly at her with a smirk.

Sam noticed Y/N tense and look past him, a slight frown on his face. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the bitchy look on Stella's face. Stella was the worst. He let out an annoyed sigh, turning back to Y/N. "Yeah, my application is all sent in, just waiting to hear back from 'em".

"I'm sure you'll get in, Sammy. And I'm also sure you gave them the best essay your big brain could muster up" She said encouragingly. "Ha, ha" Sam retorted sarcastically. "Seriously, you think I stand a chance?"

He honestly didn't know how much of a chance he had at getting into Stanford. He just wanted to get away from hunting. Away from the life his dad so desperately wanted for him.

John and F/N were on his ass constantly for ditching hunts. For not wanting to be in this life.

He was tired.

Y/N on the other hand didn't mind it, having gotten used to the life but that doesn't mean she didn't have a hard time with her old man.

"Hey babe" A voice behind Y/N quipped up, making her jump. "Xander" She breathed out relieved when her boyfriend, Alexander, laid a kiss on her cheek, sitting next to her before giving Sam a bro-fist bump.

"Sup man" Sam returned the fistbump with a nod.

He was fine with Xander, having been around him the most. He was a nice guy, smart and sweet, not a douche like the other football players.

Sam watched as Xander slung his arm over Y/N's shoulders. A small smile spreading in his face, happy to see his bestfriend had gotten someone who seemed to truly care for her.

Part of Sam wished Y/N would stay with Alexander and decide to settle down in the apple pie life but he knew she didn't want that ... .with Alex at least.

"So, what're you two ladies gossiping about over here," Xander asked, wrapping his arm tighter around a smiling Y/N. Sam chuckled, rolling his eyes. "We're just talking about the fact that Y/N is in the cheer squad"

Y/N tossed another crouton at Sam's head, "Stop shitting on my fun"

"Cheer's a lot of fun," Alexander said, "And my girl looks hot in the uniform"

Sam almost threw up in his mouth. He'd rather not think about Y/N in the tight, short skirt.

"You look smokin' in that thing" Xander winked. "Oh shut it" Y/N blushed, pushing at Xander's shoulder. Sam suddenly became very interested in his cold meatloaf. "So, how was practice?" Y/N asked her boyfriend, sipping her chocolate milk.

"Oh," Xander let out an exhausted huff. "The coach laid down the law, apparently some guys have been slacking off during scrimmage's and he's not pleased about it. We're apparently going to be doing drills and conditioning all week. The coach won't let me up until I'm puking my guts out"

"Oh, poor baby. It must be so hard to jog around in the hot sun" Y/N said with mock pity in her voice, patting her poor boyfriend's cheek.

"Hey, it's not just jogging, babe. It's tackling and throwing balls at each other in this hot ass weather" Xander complained.

"I know sweetie, I'm just pulling your leg. Why don't you come over today after practice? My dad and Sam's dad won't be back from hu-...work until tomorrow" Y/N suggested, almost saying the word 'hunt'. Internally cursing at herself for the slip up.

Xander's face lit up at the invitation. "Really?" He asked hopefully, pulling Y/N closer to him. Sam had to keep from rolling his eyes, not having to listen to a full night of their nauseating lovey dovey crap.

"Sam, you think Dean's gonna yap to our dads?" Y/N turned to her best friend. "You have nothing to worry about" Sam assured her, waving his hand in a dismissive motion, "Dean isn't that much of a tattle tale".

"I don't know...he didn't sit on the porch with a baseball bat on our first date" Alexander said warily, grimacing at the memory. "That's cause he's an overly protective pain in my ass" Y/N muttered, shoving another crouton into her mouth angrily.

Sam chuckled at her annoyance with his brother. He had a fair mind that Dean and Y/N had crushes on each other but would never in a million years act on it.

"I won't be at my Uncle Bobby's though. I'll be here..." Y/N told Xander, writing down the address to their house in Lake Preston, not too far from Sioux Falls.

A presence behind Y/N becomes known when the sound of a throat clearing is welcomed into their ears as she handed Xander the paper.

They turned around to see none other than Stella.

The captain of the cheer squad stood behind them all, one hand on her hip cocked to the side, the other occupied by a carton of chocolate milk.

Stella Luther was definitely a looker, her long, golden hair always seemed perfectly curled and her emerald eyes sparkled with arrogance. She seemed to have something against Y/N, always glaring at the younger girl.

"Hi, Alex" Stella said to Y/N's boyfriend in an overly-exaggerated high pitched tone. But the footballer looked uninterested.

"Yeah, hey" Xander returned her greeting with a dismissive tone.

It was no secret that Stella had been trying to woo him away from Y/N with subtle flirting and a show of a bit of skin. He just chose to ignore her advances.

Sam had to chuckle at the annoyed look on Y/N's face as she narrowed her eyes at Stella's overly done up form.

Stella didn't look happy that he didn't swoon at her greeting. Her eyes left the teen and settled on Y/N.

"I don't understand why you two are sitting at the losers table" Stella scoffed, nodding her head towards Sam with a nasty glare.

Stella turned her gaze from Y/n to Sam, a sly smirk plastered on her face. Sam mentally groaned knowing what was coming when he say Y/N's jaw clench and her nostrils flare.

She turned around in the circular table, tossing her legs over to face the bitch. Ready to maul her for insulting Sam. "Excuse me?" Y/N bit out, her face heated.

Oh, boy. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. This was getting interesting and all eyes were now locked in them, waiting to see what was going to happen.

"What, just because you captain our team you think you can walk over everyone? Jesus, sister. You've been watching too much chick flicks" Y/N defended, standing up to get in Stella's face.

Stella put her arms on her hips and gave Y/N a condescending look, towering over her with her 5"7 stature.

"I'm the captain because I'm the best. And I'm not being cocky when I say that, if you were any good, you'd be the captain" Stella smirked.

Stella and Y/N were nose to nose, both girls were fuming with anger. Xander and Sam were tensed up. Xander was ready to hold his girlfriend back if she tried to get a swing in.

"Oh sweetie, if being captain meant I had to be like your perky ass. I would gladly join the chess club!" Y/N practically shouted as Stella gripped her chocolate milk in her hand.

Her eyes flickered over to Y/N's black leather jacket she had sat next to her on the bench.

"You may have made the squad. and god himself alone knows how" Stella chuckled darkly. "But at least I'm not some goth reject with daddy issues who's trying to play cheerleader" Stella snapped back, tossing her head as she sneered at Y/N.

Yup, Y/N was definitely gonna go for a swing. Xander was quick to wrap his arm around Y/N's middle. Blocking her path to Stella.

Stella cackled manically at this, an idea flashing in her head, she looked at the milk in her hand and back to Y/N's leather jacket. A smirk rising on her face.

"Don't. You. Dare" Y/N gritted out, trying to tug out of Xander's grip. Not liking the look on Stella's face at all. But the warning came too late, Stella had already poured the liquid on the leather. A cruel smirk on her face. "Oops" Stella said faux innocently, sticking out her bottom lip in a mock pout.

"You DEAD BITCH!!" Y/N immediately broke out of Xander's grip, leaving him surprised because he was much bigger and stronger. The adrenaline pumping through her veins at the sight of her jacket getting drenched with the chocolate milk.

She pounced on Stella in seconds, putting all of her mere strength into the way her fist connected with her jaw, repeatedly. Her knuckles bruised with each punch before gripping Stella by her hair and slamming it into the floor.

Xander's eyes widened in shock when Y/N slipped out of his grip. He was frozen like the other students watching the beat down about to happen.

Sam's eyes were just as shocked as Xander's, he watched as Y/N attacked the older girl. He should be stopping this but Stella totally deserved it.

"Y/N, stop!" Xander shouted, watching his once sweet girlfriend turn into a raging monster. He attempted to tear her from Stella's grip but her fingers her tangled in the bleach blonde locks of her head.

Stella's once perfectly done up face was now covered in blood and swelling. It was a wonder she was conscious after all the blows that had been dealt to it. The captain's nose was definitely broken, blood gushing from both nostrils, her caked makeup smeared from all the blood and tears running down her face.

Xander and Sam were desperately trying to get Y/N off of the barely conscious Stella. Xander was trying his hardest to pull at Y/N while Sam attempted to pry her hands from the girl's blood soaked hair. It was like she was in a trance, fueled by anger and adrenaline.

Not only did she destroy her perfectly good and expensive jacket, but she was insulting Sammy. Causing the rage in her to snap. "Goddamn it!" Sam gasped out as he tugged at her wrists in vain, "Y/N, stop! You're gonna get expelled, maybe even arrested for this!"

Xander finally decided to get physical this time with all his strength he could muster up. Throwing his arms around her waist with the help of Sam, they pulled her away from the bloody mess that was once the captain.

She was still struggling against their holds, practically foaming at the mouth at this point. They finally gripped the angered teen girl, both boys holding her tightly with all their might as Y/N kicked and screamed.

"LET ME GO! I'M NOT FINISHED WITH HER ASS!" Y/N shrieked, kicking and screaming against the two boys' hold on her.

The cafeteria was in a state of shock, watching as Y/N nearly went feral on one of the most popular girls in school.

"Y/N!" Sam all but yelled at her, "Snap out of it, you're not gonna get yourself arrested for this! She's not worth it!" He hated seeing her like this. Usually, she is so controlled and gentle. But right now all he is seeing is a beast, ready to kill.

Y/N felt like she was losing her mind. The adrenaline was fueling her rampage while Xander and Sam, who she would normally listen to were the devil's advocates.

"She ruined my. FUCKING. JACKET! And she deserves worse for all the shit she's said to you!" Y/N snapped at her best friend, thrashing in their hold on her.

"It's just a jacket!" Sam yelled back at her, just trying to get through to her but she wasn't listening, "She's not worth getting expelled over!"

"I'm not going to have you go to jail because you decided to assault another student, Y/N!" Sam said firmly, pushing down the anger in his chest.

He loved his best friend with all his heart but there was no way in hell was he going to let her end up in some jail cell because of a stupid high school girl.

Xander had never seen Y/N like this before, she scared him. Her eyes were blazing, teeth gnashed. She was like an animal.

"Baby, please. I'm begging. Relax!!" Xander begged, gripping onto his feral girlfriend. Hearing her boyfriend's pleading tone seemed to slow her down a bit. His worried tone caused a pang of guilt to shoot through her.

She was breathing heavily through her nose like she had just run a hundred miles. Her body was still shaking in anger.

Looking around at the aftermath she had done, all the stares and the blood on her hands. Y/N finally seemed to come back down to reality, realization dawning on her.

"What's going on here?!" The principal's voice boomed in the cafeteria, weeding his way through the dozens of students who were surrounding them, taking pictures and recording with the cameras and camcorders.

The principal marched through the crowd, a horrified look on his face at the sight before him. The captain of the cheer squad laid on the ground, bloodied and bruised while the school's sweetheart seemed to be held back by two football players.

"Well I never-" the Principal sputtered out, staring at the scene before him.

"Principal Adams. S-she started it. She jumped me because I accidentally knocked chocolate milk on her jacket" Stella lied through her bloodied teeth, pointing an accusing finger at Y/N.

Causing the teenage hunter to rile up once again.

Y/N saw red once again, straining against Sam and Xander's restraint.

"Are you serious!?" Y/N shouted at her, "That's an outright lie!" Y/N roared, struggling against the boys' grip, "She's been picking on Sam all year and she ruined my jacket!"

"I should have done more to you, you lying ska-!"

Xander quickly slapped his hand over his girlfriends mouth, stopping her from saying the words she was about to spit at the older girl.

The Principal stared at Y/N with shock written on his face. The student who was nothing but kind and respectful to both teachers and other students. He never would have expected her to do something like this.

He turned his attention to Stella, the girl also had a good record. Never getting in trouble with any one before.

"Is this true?" Principal Adams asked her, glancing between the two girls.

"Yes, principal" Stella lied through her teeth, making herself look as pitiful as she can.

Y/N's muffled screams roared through Xander's hand covering her mouth, attempted to rip away from their grips but Sam knew better and tugged the girl back.

"All due respect sir, she's lying!" Sam practically shouted at the principal. The principal held up a hand signaling for him to be quiet.

His eyes flicked between the four students standing before him, a frustrated look on his face. The whole scene was like some messed up high school drama.

Xander and Sam were still restraining Y/N, keeping her arms held with a vice like grip. Sam's grip tightening on her arms to keep her from struggling.

The Principal pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "I don't know which one of you is actually telling the truth..." Stella looked smug, thinking she was about to get off scot-free once again while Y/N looked incensed and Sam and Xander held a look of disbelief on their faces.

"My office, all of you. NOW!" Principal Adam's barked at them. "You two" Adam's pointed to the two boys from Xander's team who were helping Stella up. "Take her to the nurses, but after she's patched up and taken care of. Bring her to me" He ordered the footballers before marching to his office.

"Yes, sir!" The two football players said in unison, both of them grabbing the captain, throwing Stella's arms over their shoulders and practically carrying the wounded girl towards the nurses office. One of them threw Y/N a dirty look as they started escorting the blonde to the nurses' office.

"Eat shit, Carter!!" Y/N growled at the boy shooting her a dirty look. Carter, the tall and muscular boy whipped his head around and gave Y/N a scowl. He would love to give the feisty girl a taste of her own medicine.

"I hope they throw your ass behind bars where you belong" he retorted back at her. Carter sneered at her. "I've never got what Alex sees in you anyways. The chick's crazy" he snapped at her before continuing his escort of the wounded girl.

Xander shot him a warning glare, "Why don't you do what she said, dickhead!" Xander roared as him and Sam escorted Y/N to the principal's office.

Y/N attempted to lunge at Carter as they walked past her, spitting profanities and threats to the boys as Xander and Sam dragged her and held her by the arms to the office, if they let her go. She would've gotten her ass handed to her by the team.

"YOU WEREN'T SAYING THAT WHEN YOU WERE TRYING TO GET INTO MY PANTS YOU WALKING TROPHY CABINET-!" Y/N screeched at him.

"God, please shut up!" Xander pleaded. This was definitely going to be a long day.

-

They finally made it into the principal's office. After he had shut his door. The principal gestured for the four teens to sit down as he took his place at his desk, looking very tired. Sam and Xander sat at the ends while Stella sat next to y/n, holding an ice pack over her nose, dramatically sobbing.

Though, her sobbing might be real with the damage y/n had done to her face.

The principal looked between the four students before he leaned back in his chair, "I'm going to listen to each one of your accounts. One at a time." he said, staring directly at Y/N. "You," He said, gesturing at Y/N "First."

"I was eating lunch with Sam and Xander when out of nowhere this ska-" Y/N bit back her words, realizing she was not only slut shaming another girl. Another annoying girl.

But she was also contradicting herself. She took a deep breath. "Stella" She gritted her teeth. "Came up to our table and started throwing insults at us unprovoked. Then when I stood up for us" She gestured between Sam and herself.

"She dumped chocolate milk on my very expensive and sentimental leather jacket" Y/N finished her explanation of her side of the story.

The principal nodded thoughtfully as he listened to Y/N's story. He took note that it had been Stella who had provoked them both.

He looked at Stella, "Now I want you to tell me your side of the story, Ms. Luther." he said to the girl, staring intently at her.

Stella slowly reached up to remove the ice pack from her face. Her nose was red and swollen. Her eyes were watering as she looked at the principal, "Y/N has had it out for me for a long time." Stella began, her eyes flickering to the girl next to her.

Y/N brows furrowed at this in disbelief because it was quite the opposite and the other way around, she crossed her arms over her chest as she listed to the made up story.

Stella continued, her crocodile tears falling from her face, "She's always been jealous of me because of my popularity. And for some reason she hates that Xander is my boyfriend." She said gesturing at the football player who sat stiffly in his chair.

"No, he's my boyfriend you desperate homewrecking b-!" Y/N roared once again but Xander, again, slapped the palm of his hand over her mouth.

The Principal held up a hand at Y/N once again and she stopped speaking when he gave her a warning glare as he turned his attention back to Stella.

"Let her finish Ms. L/N" He scolded her before his eyes returned to Stella, "You may continue, Ms. Luther." He said, gesturing for her to finish. Stella gave the seething Y/N a smug look before she continued her story. "Like I said" she said, returning her attention to the Principal.

"Y/N has been jealous of me since the beginning of the year. She's just been looking for a way to snap on me, and today she just so happened to get her wish." A look of confusion flashed across the principal's face, before he looked warily Y/N while she seethed. The look in her eyes made him uneasy.

Like she was a caged animal ready to jump.

The principal turned his attention to Xander, "Mr. Thompson, I'd like to hear your side of the story." He said, turning his gaze towards the football player. Xander shifted in his seat, the look of disbelief still on his face. He was in total awe that Stella thought the principal would believe her bullshit story.

"It's exactly like Y/N said, sir. She was picking on us at the table, just trying to be some bully." The principal looked at Xander for a few moments, before he turned to look at Sam.

"Mr. Winchester, I want to hear your side of the story" He said, staring at the boy. Sam's eyes darted up from his desk, swallowing nervously. He was a straight A student so being called up to the principal's office was definitely out of the norm.

Sam shifted in his seat and shot Stella a glare before he began his account of the story. "Well," He started, the words catching in his throat. "They're telling the truth. She was picking on us."

"Stella has been picking on me for most of the school year because I keep turning her friends down when they ask me out." He said, looking at her. "She didn't like that I was rejecting so she's been trying to humiliate me."

He put up a finger before adding, "And, she's always had it out for y/n. Constantly to get into Alex's pants and steal him away from her"

A look of shock flashed across the principal's face once again. He never would have expected that, especially from a girl like Stella. "I've called all your parents" Principal Adam's informed them.

This made Sam and Y/N's eyes bulge out of their sockets. "WHAT?!" They both exclaimed in unison, terrified at the wrath they gonna face with their fathers already.

They're supposed to keep a low profile but Y/N's tussle with the cheerleading captain is gonna make steam come barreling out of their ears.

Both Sam and Y/N tried to calm their rapid breathing, imagining the ass whooping they would receive when they got home.

The principal let out a sigh and leaned back into his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose while he rubbed his temples, he was getting a headache. "Winchester, Thompson. You two may leave" Adam's pointed to the door.

Xander and Sam shared a look, both confused why they were being dismissed. They turned to look at the principal then to Y/N.

"Um... what?" Xander asked. Both boys were looking at the principal dumbfounded. The principal pinched the bridge of his nose, "Just leave the room. This discussion is between Ms. L/N and Ms. Thompson" he told them, gesturing towards the door.

"Oh, okay." Xander said, pushing himself from his chair alongside Sam. Sam's eyes met Y/N's, a look of concern on the boys face. She gave him a nod of reassurance but Y/N looked frightened, sitting alone with the principal and Stella.

Xander and Sam nodded to the principal before they left the office, shutting the door behind them. Leaving Y/N alone with the principal and Stella.

Stella looked at Y/N from her chair, a smug look on her face. Y/N felt like spitting in her face.

The door opened again a couple of seconds later and in walked Stella's mother who let out a dramatic gasp upon seeing her daughters bruised face. Her father walking in with a stern yet uninterested expression.

"Oh my God!" Stella's mother exclaimed dramatically rushing over to her daughter, crouching down beside her chair and examining the damage done to her face. Y/N rolled her eyes at how much Stella's mom sounded like her.

Stella's father just stood there and observed the scene quietly. A look of irritation on his face, and his eyes kept flickering over to Y/N.

The principal sighed before looking at the two adults, "Please, take a seat" he gestured to the other chairs in front of his desk.

Both parents sit down next to their daughter, Stella's mother still fussing over her daughters face while her father watched Y/N intently.

Both cheerleaders leaned back into their seats, Stella resting the ice pack on her nose again while Y/N sat with her arms crossed. Not nearly as bruised as Stella who got one or two hits in, but it was nothing compared to what Y/N got on her.

Principal Adam's cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Mrs. Luther's screeching voice.

"This student assaulted our daughter because she's jealous!" Mrs. Luther exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Y/N. "Your daughter is an attention seeking whore! Maybe you should tell her to don't fuck with other peoples things or family!" Y/N shot up from her seat.

Mr. and Mrs. Luther's jaws dropped upon hearing the language used. They couldn't believe the vile words coming from the mouth of a 17 year old girl.

Meanwhile Stella looked like she was going to explode with anger. "All due respect, Mr. Adams. You wanna expel me sir? You ahead! Because I am done dealing with the bullshit Stella puts me through on a daily! She acts like she's in some kind of chick flick! It's beyond ridiculous!"

"How dare you!" Stella exclaimed, shooting to her feet but was shoved back down in the chair by her father's huge hand.

The principal leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did not understand how a simple squabble between two students became this messed up. He rubbed his temples and sighed, "Please, let me speak" he said, looking up at Y/N.

"I should have you arrested!" Stella's mom piped up. "Oh my God" The principal mumbled to himself, trying to fight back the headache that was starting to build up in the back of his head.

"Mrs. Luther please," The principal said with a stern voice "If you don't let me speak, you can leave." he said, shooting her a warning look.

Stella's mother looked affronted that she was reprimanded by the school's principal, but fell quiet.

"No one is getting arrested, ma'am" he said, his eyes flickering up to Stella's mother, "And Ms. L/N, please sit down" Principal Adam's said, gesturing to her seat.

Y/N huffed angrily and sat back down in her seat.

"This is the third time this month I've had this pair in my office!" He told the two parents, "This is turning into a big headache and I'm tired of it"

Mrs. Luther was busy coddling her daughter and Stella's father was busy staring a hole into Y/N's skull.The principal was growing frustrated with the situation. The parents and the two girls didn't make it any easier.

The tension filling the office was thick, and there was an uncomfortable atmosphere and silence until Principal Adam's started to speak again. "I just don't understand why you two don't get along. You're both very popular, and both have a lot of friends."

Stella's face twisted into a smirk. As if the answer was obvious. But before she could even speak up with an explanation, Y/N's own voice cut through.

"Well," Y/N chuckled darkly, "Maybe it's because she's a raging brat." Stella opened her mouth once again to respond but her father shot her a glare which made her close her mouth.

Principal Adam's shook his head, "Well, whatever the reason is for your constant fighting, I'd like it to end... for good." he said sternly.

He looked at both girls, "I've already taken the liberty of informing your parents about this little... 'incident'."

"I got onto your father but he said he won't be home from his business trip until tomorrow so he's sent your guardian Dean Winchester to pick you up" Adams informed Y/N.

"He's not my guardian" Y/N grumbled, more worried about the fact that she's gonna have to face her father tomorrow.

The principal shot Y/N a disapproving look upon hearing her grumble. He did not like the defiant tone in the girl's voice.

“Nevertheless, he is on his way.” The older man said. “And I have a feeling he is not exactly happy.”

Y/N chuckled darkly again, "Oh, you'd be surprised" She quipped, knowing that once she explained the situation to Dean, he'd probably be twice as pissed and proud of whooping the girl's ass.

The principal raised his eyebrows at her comment but chose to ignore it.

Suddenly, the office door slammed open, revealing Dean Winchester standing in the doorway.

He was wearing his usual attire, jeans, work boots, plaid shirt and his brown leather jacket paired a grumpy look on his face. His face darkened when he saw the two girls.

Stella's parents scoffed upon seeing the elder Winchester. Stella's father muttered something under his breath. Something along the lines of "That's her guardian?" In a judgmental tone, making Y/N shoot daggers at him, her jaw clenching because Dean was just her friend.

The principal stood from his chair and smiled politely at Dean as he said, "Mr. Winchester. Thank you for coming so quickly." Dean grunted in response. He didn't return the school's principal's polite smile. The look on his face was anything but friendly.

He looked at the two girls in the chairs. His heart sunk when he saw that Y/N had a bruise forming on her cheek, and her lip was bleeding slightly. Seeing that she had gotten into a fight set off some internal rage inside the elder Winchester.

Dean grunted in response. He didn't return the school's principal's polite smile. The look on his face was anything but friendly.

He looked at the two girls in the chairs. His heart sunk when he saw that Y/N had a bruise forming on her cheek, and her lip was bleeding slightly. Seeing that she had gotten into a fight set off some internal rage inside the elder Winchester.

But when his gaze adverted to Stella, his eyes widened with the damage she had done. Not surprised by the damage but more at the fact that Y/N had gotten that angry to do that to Stella.

That girl must've pushed the wrong buttons this time. Dean thought to himself because Y/N would always rant to him about her crappy encounters with the cheer captain.

The principal cleared his throat, gesturing for Dean to have a seat, "Please take a seat, Mr. Winchester," he said.

Dean ripped his gaze away from the two girls and sat down in the chair next to Y/N, slouching down in his seat and crossing his legs and arms as he waited for the principal to speak.

The principal sat back down into his chair and sighed. It was always a hassle dealing with teenagers.

He looked at Dean, "I'll start with you, Mr. Winchester. I have good news and bad news." he said, his eyes flickering to Y/N for a few seconds.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Good news?" He said, his tone of voice sarcastic. The principal didn't miss the sarcastic tone, but he chose to ignore it. Dealing with teenagers was never easy. Especially ones who knew no manners.

"Yes, good news. Ms. Luther here was the instigator" The principal said, gesturing towards Stella who looked offended that he was pinning the blame on her.

"Excuse me!" Stella's mother exclaimed, standing from her chair. "Stella was just the victim! That girl assaulted her for no reason."

"Yeah because I'd so wanna attack Baywatch and get expelled for NO REASON!" Y/N quipped sarcastically. Stella's parents scowled at Y/N for her response, meanwhile Dean was biting his tongue to keep from chuckling.

That's my girl. He thought to himself.

Mr. Adams shot Y/N a disapproving look, not at all amused with her smart mouth, and then looked at Stella's parents.

"If you'd please sit down" he said gesturing to them. They both sat down, their faces now red with anger at Y/N.

The older man cleared his throat. "As I was saying. Ms. Luther was the instigator..."

"...And Ms. L/N was the one who responded with violence." He finished his sentence.

Dean didn't move a muscle or say anything while he listened to the principal's words.

Stella huffed angrily and sat back in her chair, but her mother was not at all happy with the way the principal pinned the blame on her daughter.

"And her parents would like to press charges" Adams added. A look of annoyance flashed across Dean's face upon hearing that.

He sat up straighter in his chair, his voice gruff as he spoke, "Press charges for what? The girl's got a busted lip and a bruised cheek. That she damn well deserved?" Dean scoffed.

Stella's parents were outraged hearing this, hearing Dean speak like that in front of a school official. "Exactly" Mrs. Luther exclaimed. "Our daughter was attacked! She deserves compensation!"

"Sure, why don't you send me a bill for her nose job repair! Wouldn't want to botch a perfectly good rhinoplasty" Y/N growled, the anger making her tongue grow more loose.

Dean clenched his jaw, his grip on the arms of the chair turned tighter, trying his best to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

It was getting harder and harder for Dean to hold back his smirk at the girl's snarky responses. The sarcasm flowing from her mouth was the icing on the cake.

Meanwhile Stella's parents looked like they were about to explode, their faces turning red with anger. The principal took a deep breath to calm himself down. Dealing with teenagers was truly a hassle. Especially ones with mouthy attitudes.

"Please, lets keep this civil" Principal Adams said as he looked at Y/N, trying to get her to stop with the smartass comments. Principal Adams raised his hand to stop Y/N before she said anything else that could make the parents of the bruised girl react in an even more hostile manner.

"There will be no need for compensation" he assured them. "The school will take responsibility for this situation." Mr. and Mrs. Luther looked relieved hearing that, their anger subsided from the words of the schools principal.

Dean looked surprised, he wasn't expecting that at all. He expected the principal to take Stella's parents' side, since this school was known to do anything to protect their reputation.

"Now for the bad news." Principal Adams continued. The two parents gave him a quizzical look. "Since this is the third time this month that Ms. L/N and Ms. Luther have gotten into a fight, both of them will be suspended for a week."

Stella's parents looked satisfied upon hearing the part about Y/N being suspended. But they were clearly against the idea of their daughter being suspended.

"A WEEK?!" They exclaimed simultaneously. "Can't you at least reduce the time?" Mrs. Luther asked with pleading eyes. "Unfortunately, no." Principal Adams said. "The school has a zero-tolerance policy regarding school fights. If either one of them gets into another fight, I will be forced to expel both of them."

The principal's tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Stella's parents' faces fell upon hearing the principal. They looked like they were going to say something else, but Dean's voice cut through the room instead.

"Alright, good," Dean said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. The way he said it told the principal that he was eager to get his friend and get the hell out of that place.

Principal Adams nodded at the elder Winchester, not liking the sarcastic tone he had used. "Is that all?" Dean asked. "Actually, Mr. Winchester, there's one more thing" The older man said while reaching for something on his desk.

Dean raised his eyebrows but remained quiet and waited for him to continue. The principal picked up a slip of paper from his desk and placed it on the desk, pushing it over to Dean.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the mandatory sign out sheet in case of suspension" Principal Adams said."Oh lord" Y/N groaned, sinking into her seat.

"Calm down, princess" Dean muttered to her before turning the principal, taking the sheet from his hands. The corner of Dean's mouth tugged up into a smirk as he reached out to grab the form.

"Yeah, I'm very familiar" he joked. Dean grabbed a pen from the principal's desk and scrawled his signature on the line at the bottom of the paper. The signature looked sloppy but the principal didn't say anything about it.

Dean handed the pen back to the principal and handed him the signed paper, "All set" he said as he shifted back into his chair, getting ready to leave. "Let's go, sweetheart" He grabbed Y/N gently by her wrist before escorting her out of the office.

Stella's parents looked relieved to see the two leave the office, while Stella still seemed upset and frustrated.

Principal Adams watched as the pair left the room. He had been principal at this school for over 20 years but the antics of the elder Winchester and Y/N L/N were the one thing that made his head hurt.

-

Sam was slouched on a chair outside the principals office, twiddling his thumbs nervously as he waited on Dean and Y/N to leave the office.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the office opened and out walked Dean, his hand gently wrapped around Y/N's wrist.

Sam immediately shot up from his seat and rushed towards them. "Are you suspended?" Sam asked worriedly.

"Yeah" Y/N responded with an irritated tone. Sam looked worried and looked over at Dean, who was still holding Y/N's wrist. "For how long?" He asked.

"A damn week" Y/N grumbled.

Dean glanced down at her, his eyes flickering from her face to the bruise on her cheek. "Lucky it wasn't longer" he said, his tone serious.

"Don't you give me that tone, Winchester" She snapped, "You know fellas know damn well the bitch was begging for it" Sam's eyes widen with shock while Dean simply chuckled. Y/N's ability to mouth off never failed to amuse him.

"Can we just go home? I think I just lost my boyfriend and daddy is gonna kill me" She slumped her shoulders, tears welling up in her eyes as the situation settled in.

Xander had seen her in a bad state and her father is gonna have her in an even worse state when he comes back from his hunt.

Sam and Dean shared a worried look as they watched Y/N's shoulders slump and her eyes start to tear up.

"Yeah, sure." Dean assured her before guiding her out to the parking lot, his hand still on her wrist. Dean made his way towards his Impala, carrying Y/N's backpack after taking it from Sam as Y/N strolled over to her Harley.

"Absolutely not," Dean called as he watched Y/N make her way towards her motorbike. "I'm not letting you get on that thing after you got into a fight" he said firmly.

"What the fuck? Who are you? My father?" She exclaimed. "And why not?! I'm not gonna run myself off the road. I care about Quinn more than I care about me. I'm not putting her through that" She rambled defensively, snatching her helmet up.

Dean raised an eyebrow at her reaction, his eyes flickering between her and the motorbike.

"I don't care, princess" he said firmly, placing a hand on her arm, trying to hold her in place. "I'm not letting you get on that thing. You're coming with me, in Baby." he pointed his thumb to his precious Impala.

"I'm not leaving Quinn here!" She snapped, standing her ground and Dean knew better than to argue. "So tuck your balls in between your legs and get in Baby" She growled before throwing one leg over her bike.

Making sure to cover between her legs that her sorta exposed due to her cheer skirt, snapping her helmet on.

Sam stood there dumbfounded, his eyes darting between Y/N's and Dean's, silently watching the scene unfold before him.

Dean, on the other hand, was not happy about her reaction. He clenched his jaw, his face hardening as he stared at Y/N, who had her leg thrown over her Harley.

Despite the stern look on his face, he knew that she was a stubborn girl and there was no way he was going to win this argument.

Dean rolled his eyes in defeat before grabbing her little brother, who was towering over him at this point, nudging him towards Baby and Y/N sped off. Heading back home, the Impala following shortly behind.

Sam followed his brother and Y/N, his eyes wide as he watched her speed away.

He knew better than to question the interaction between his brother and Y/N. The two had a unique dynamic and he knew that they cared deeply for one another, even if they didn't want to admit it.

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Lake Preston, South Dakota

•The Next Day

The sound of arguing could be heard from the kitchen, Y/N's voice raised in anger as the volume of the argument increased. The Winchester boys could hear every word that was said from where they sat in the living room.

"I can't believe you embarrassed me like that!" Mr. Y/L/N yelled angrily, his voice echoing through the house.

Y/N stood in front of him, her hands on her hips and her chin held high. "Embarrassed you? I was defending myself!"

"We're supposed to keep a low profile Y/N! You could get our asses tossed in jail!"

"The bitch was looking for it! She's been on my ass AND Sammy's since we started going there!" Y/N screamed at her father, defending her actions.

"I even joined the fucking squad to attempt to be friends with her but it's like she took that as a 'Hi, My name is Y/N and I want you to fuck with me until I snap' SIGN ON MY BACK!"

Mr. L/N's face looked angry now. "I don't care! You should have just ignored her! We are under a lot of heat right now and you decide to get in a fight!"

"Don't you think I know that?! I've been taking it and taking it for well over a damn year and then she dumps chocolate milk on the leather jacket you bought me! Can you blame?!"

F/N's expression softened slightly upon hearing Y/N's words. He knew that his daughter cared a lot about the leather jacket he got her, it was her favorite.

"I get that you're pissed about the jacket but that didn't give you the right to punch her in the face, Y/N" he said sternly.

"She was picking on Sammy too!"

F/N's eyebrows furrowed upon hearing her words. He was aware that Sam was bullied a lot by Stella's friends.

"That still doesn't give you the right to throw the first punch, Y/N" he said firmly. "Oh, but it gives her the right to be a fucking bitch?! I had enough, daddy. I'm sorry I snapped but she got in my last nerve yesterday"

F/N's jaw tightened as he listened to his daughter's words. He understood her frustration but also knew that her actions had consequences.

"I get it, baby. But fighting isn't the answer. You should've just walked away and let me handle it." he said, his tone firm but gentle.

Y/N went to answer but a knocking at the door caused them all to shoot up. John and F/N instantly cocked their guns at the door as Sam and Dean scrambled over to Y/N. All five hunters alert.

The sound of the knocking at the door caused the tension in the room to rise. John and F/N instantly pulled out their guns, ready to defend themselves and the others in the house. Sam and Dean moved closer to Y/N in a protective manner, their eyes fixed on the front door.

F/N's grip on his gun was tight, his knuckles turning white. "Stay behind me" he said as he started slowly moving towards the door.

He pushed the curtains aside to see cops at the door, his eyes widening. "Jesus Christ" he muttered under his breath before turning to the others. "It's the damn cops." he whispered.

Sam and Dean both tensed even more upon hearing F/N's words, their eyes darting between the cops and F/N. Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The hell are they doing here?" she hissed.

"What do you want?" F/N hissed as he looked through the peephole. "Police. Open up, Mr. L/N. We have an arrest warrant for your daughter, Ms. Y/N L/N" One cop said.

F/N's eyes widened in shock upon hearing the cop's words. His grip on his gun tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Sam and Dean stood close behind him, their faces etched with worry. Y/N, on the other hand, stood there in disbelief, her eyes widened in shock and confusion.

"What the hell?!" F/N exclaimed, "On what damn charges do you have an arrest warrant for?"

The cop outside the door responded, "Assault and battery."

F/N's eyes narrowed, anger and disbelief flashing in his eyes. "So you're telling me that you're here to arrest my own daughter because she hit someone?" he asked, his voice laced with anger.

"That's correct, sir," the cop responded, his voice unapologetic.

F/N's jaw tightened as he listened to the cop's response. He looked over at Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger, frustration, and worry.

"Just open the door" Y/N sighed, "And put your guns away" She whispered. F/N didn't want to open the door and let the cops in but he knew his daughter was right. He nodded in agreement before putting his gun away, tucking it into his belt along with John.

Dean and Sam both gave Y/N a worried look, but followed her father's lead and put away their own weapons.

F/N took a deep breath before unlocking the door and slowly opening it, revealing the cops on the other side.

The cops stepped into the house, their eyes quickly darting around the room, taking note of the others in the room.

The main cop, a stocky man with a stern look on his face, spoke up, "Ms. Y/N L/N, you are under arrest for assault and battery of Stella Luther."

"Tell me something I don't know" She spat as they grappled her wrist roughly, turning her around and pressing the teenage girl against the wall as if she's a hardback criminal.

The sight of the cops grabbing Y/N roughly and slamming her against the wall sent a jolt of anger through F/N, John, Dean, and Sam. F/N's fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening in anger.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed, "There's no need to be so rough with her. She's just a damn teenage girl." Dean yelled protectively as they read Y/N her rights.

"Shut it, boy" The main cop barked back at Dean before continuing on with reading Y/N her rights.

F/N's eyes narrowed, his body tensing in anger as the cop spoke to Dean that way. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down at the sight of his baby being handled like a criminal. His heart aching in his chest.

"Is roughing her up necessary?" John asked icily. "She's a kid for crying out loud!"

The main cop looked over at John and F/N, his expression cold. "She was rough with another kid, so we're being rough with her" he said, his tone dismissive.

The other cops, who had Y/N pinned against the wall, tightened their grip on her arms. Y/N winced in pain, her face pressed hard against the wall.

"I'll have you know, I like it rough" Y/N sassed back. "So all you're doing is further turning me on, officer!" She grunted through gritted teeth. Yes she was aware of the fact that her father was behind her, but she couldn't care less at this point.

Dean and Sam both stifled a laugh, trying to hold back their grins. John shook his head in disbelief, surprisingly trying to hide a small smile at Y/N's sass. It kinda reminded him of her mother when she first introduced him to Mary.

F/N, on the other hand, shot Y/N a glare before turning back to the cops. "Can you at least try not to slam her against the wall like a damn criminal?" he asked, his voice laced with anger as they shoved her out of the house and pulled her roughly towards the squad car.

Dean gritted his teeth once more at the way they're manhandling her. Having to force himself not to attack a cop but that'll mean serious jail time for him.

The main cop just gave F/N a dismissive look before pushing Y/N into the squad car. "She's a criminal, sir. She assaulted another girl" he said as if that completely excused his rough treatment of Y/N.

Y/N sat in the back of the car, her wrists cuffed together, seething with anger and frustration. "A girl who was bullying her! Did you get your badges in a fucking cereal box?!?" Dean exclaimed furiously.

The main cop turned to Dean, his eyes narrowing. "Watch it, boy" he said gruffly. "Assault is assault, no matter who you assault"

John stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation. "We understand that, officer, but Y/N isn't a danger. She's just a teenage girl who snapped at a bully."

The main cop just rolled his eyes. "Oh, so that gives her the right to go around attacking people?" he snapped back.

F/N stepped up, his eyes fixed on the main cop. "She was defending herself and her brother" he said firmly, trying to keep his cool as he nudged Sam to stand infront of him.

The main cop looked at F/N with a look of annoyance. "That doesn't change the fact that she assaulted another kid" he said, his tone dismissive.

John's jaw clenched as he stepped up beside F/N, his eyes narrowing on the main cop. "And that doesn't change the fact that she acted in self-defense."

"Hey Mulder, Scully. Why don't you hurry it up and ship me off to my cell? I wanna learn how to not drop my soap!" Y/N poked her head out of the squad car window.

The main cop, annoyed by Y/N's cheeky remark, slammed the door shut. "Shut up back there." he grumbled before getting into the front seat of the squad car.

The other officer, a younger, more soft-spoken cop, just shook his head at Y/N's remark. "You really can't catch a break, kid." he muttered before getting into the passenger seat.

"You stand up to a bitch and you get canned. Welcome to America, officer" Y/N snorted, shaking her head as she but back tears. As much as she would bust a joke about the situation, she was fucking scared for what awaits her inside.

The younger cop, the one who didn't have a stick shoved so far up his ass, looked at Y/N in the mirror. He could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes, his heart softening for the girl.

Sam and Dean had their hands pressed against the window, instructing Y/N on what to do once she's held

"Demand a lawyer!" Sam instructed

"We'll get you out of there in no time Princess!" Dean promised, pressing a kiss to his hand before pressing his hand to the window.

Y/N allowed her tears to flow as Dean did this, pressing her forehead to his palm against the window as a way of accepting the kiss, a little chuckle escaping her throat.

Dean gave her a reassuring smile through the window, his heart breaking at the sight of her tears. He knew how scared she must be feeling, but he needed her to hold strong.

F/N and John stood behind him, their expressions filled with worry and anger at the situation.

The younger cop, watching the interaction, couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the teenage girl. He could see the worry and fear in her eyes, despite her attempts to disguise it with snarky remarks, Y/N's eyes flooded with tears, realizing that beneath the tough exterior, she was scared.

The main cop, on the other hand, just let out a scoff at the display of affection from the boys. "You damn kids, thinking you can mouth off to the cops," he muttered gruffly. "You brought this on yourself" he said gruffly as he started the car and drove off kid.

Y/N turned to glare at the main cop, her eyes still filled with tears. "I didn't bring anything on myself. I defended my brother and myself from a bully. But I guess you're too damn blind to see that" she muttered.

The younger cop looked over at the main cop, his expression disapproving. He knew Y/N had a point, but he kept his mouth shut to avoid the main cop's wrath.

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Authors Note: I'm not sure if you guys remember me mentioning that Y/N not arrested for assault, but here it is!

Hope everyone enjoyed and I'm thinking of making a Part 2 to this. Let me know if you'll be down for that.

Update: Made it! Go enjoy, Juvenile Detention Center

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Cherry | Juicy Fruit | Haechan

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan - NCT Dream)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.2k

Pairing: Haechan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Couch Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: It all started with a cherry stem…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but as you can see by the word count, that didn't happen.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

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"Do cherries come from the same trees as the flowers?" Your boyfriend was holding one of the red fruits by the stem. It spun back and forth in the air with prompting from his finger tips, another one being chewed in his mouth. You could hear the pit clacking against his teeth as he sucked it clean.

"I don't think so…" You wondered what prompted the question, only briefly glancing up from your phone at him. You were sitting at your kitchen table to eat. You had been looking over the different delivery menus, spread across the surface and you were scrolling through your phone to see who was open. Not only was it past normal meal hours, which was normally not too much of an issue, it was some kind of political holiday that only old people cared about. The only problem was that most of the people that would make the food you wanted were said old people. It was also more of something for families, not young couples who did a lot of the baby-making practice but with not desired end product.

"Okay, this place is only open for fifteen more minutes so they're out." You took the noodle menu off the table, placing it on the discard stack.

"Anything else look good or do we need to go to the convenience store?" You asked and when he didn't reply, you slammed your hand down to get his attention. He startled and his wide eyes were really very cute, but you would never admit it out loud, even in private with just him. While you loved him to pieces, you were very reluctant to voice it. After trying to say he was annoying for so many years, you were loath to admit you didn't hate him. You never did, you were just in denial about how much you liked him despite your harsh words. He saw through it.

"Donghyuck!" You scolded and he blinked.

"What?" He emphasized the vowel, and you rolled your eyes. His shocked face softened to a smug grin as he watched you watch him put the next cherry in his mouth, the other pit still in his cheek. His tongue wrapped around the red orb as he took it between his lips, and you shook your head to pull your attention away. He huffed in amusement, you were such a tsundere.

"What are we having for supper? I only got snacks and stuff…" You poked the container holding the cherries. You had planned on eating out or getting delivery, but the stupid holiday interfered with your regular Saturday night plans.

"We could have each other." Donghyuck smirked, chewing the last bits of fruit off the pit before rolling the two around his open mouth playfully. He knew your eyes were not just on his face, but specifically his tongue. You swallowed hard and your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open to scold him again. He let the pits fall out of his mouth and onto the paper plate where the rest of them laid and his smug look turned bored.

"Idiot." You clicked your tongue, face pink, "I need actual food."

"Hm, you might, but I could just eat you?" He winked and your let out a disgusted grunt, getting up from the table and moving to leave the apartment and head down the street.

"(Y/N), wait!" He cooed at you, skipping to follow you. When you started to wiggle your foot to slip it into your sneaker, he kneeled down to tie his. You struggled to get the shoe on without untying it, so he leaned forward to help you get them on. The sweet gesture made your cheeks warm further, but you didn't say anything, so he helped you get the other on. He stood back up with a hop, still taller than you even though he was standing on the lowered part of the floor by the door.

"Ready, milady~?" He held his arm out for you to link with, but you just mumbled something and walked past him and out. Your boyfriend sighed dramatically but followed after you still. You always made up for your dismissive behavior after he railed you into the next morning, turning affectionate and playful. He continued to try and seduce you through the not subtle act of aegyo, and you kept shoving him away, especially as you walked down the road. Donghyuck held the door open for you as you entered the convenience store. The inside was just as dead as the streets, and it felt nearly surreal. You each shopped around a bit, and he got nearly twice as much food as you, and for some reason he felt the need to buy everything he could find that was cherry flavored.

"You know none of this stuff tastes like actual cherries, right?" you asked, watching him place the different candies and sweets down. The only thing you would actually consume was the cherry flavored cola he got as well.

"I know. That's what the actual cherries are for." He pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Not wanting to admit it even in your own head, the blank look he gave you was just as cute as everything else he did. It pissed you off a bit that he was so endearing. The tired cashier told you your price and your boyfriend had his card in the reader before you could even pull yours out. He took all of the bags as well and you opened the door for him that time.

"Did you need to buy all of that?" You grumbled, eyeing the five bags he was carrying.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Curiosity." He answered after donning a pondering look.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, not caring enough to delve further into that line of questioning.

"Did you get everything cherry flavored?"

"Not everything…"

"What did you leave behind, cough syrup?"

"The condoms." He stated simply and you halted for a beat, then jogged to catch up.

"Why not?" You finally relented to ask. He tossed you a coy look, "they didn't have the right size." You halted a step but conceded his point and jogged to catch back up. When you finally got back to the apartment, he put the bags on the coffee table, and you grabbed your meal to heat it up in the microwave. As you plugged in the numbers, Hyuck came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"What?" you asked flatly, and he whined pathetically, resting his cheek on the side of your head.

"Can't I hug my girlfriend?" You didn't reply to his question, so he took that as the go ahead to continue. As he smelled your food as it got done, he realized how famished he was and hurried to make his own. Some random variety show played on the TV while you both ate, he devoured twice as much food as you did in nearly half the time. Once you were both done and everything was cleaned up, he laid out all the cherry candies and snacks, as well as some real ones.

"We shall judge them for quality." He motioned broadly and you sat next to him at the coffee table. Hyuck was a bit surprised at how close you willingly sat, pressed to his side. You were warming up. You started to sort through them, pushing the ones you refused to try to the side.

"You need to have the full picture to make an informed decision." He told you with false condescension. He sniffed and picked up the first packet to rip it open. The fake cherry scent hit your nose and you sneered, reaching over the table to grab a real one. As you chewed, he started in on the candy and his face twisted, putting the bag down and grabbing a fruit himself. You pulled the pit from your mouth and set it on your napkin from supper and he did the same.

"Can you tie a knot with your tongue?" He held up one of the stems and you hummed.

"I don't know, I haven't tried." You took it from him, and he plucked another one off a cherry for himself.

"Let's see who can do it faster." He decided and you nodded in agreement and you both watched the other as you took the stems into your mouths. You focused hard, trying to maneuver the little piece with your tongue into the right configuration, but it was no use. When you almost choked on it, you pulled it out, nose crinkled.

"Nope." You turned to look at him and he stuck his tongue out at you, the tied stem resting on the surface

"How the heck!?" You grabbed the little stem from where it laid, looking it over.

"Want me to show you?" His tone had deepened, but you were too confused to register it.

"Yeah!" You turned to watch, not expecting his mouth to connect to yours. Your shocked inhalation allowed his tongue entry and you wanted to fight, but you also really didn't. Hyuck smirked into the kiss as you let out a tiny mewl, expertly twisting his tongue around yours. You moaned when he led you to straddle his lap, pushing the coffee table away with his foot. When you settled, his hands on your hips pushed you down, grinding your covered cunt over his hard cock. You whined, trying to pull back, but he held you still, sucking on your tongue so you couldn't easily pull back. He had a hard time not laughing when your entire body shuddered. Finally, he let you go, you leaned back, panting hard.

"Fucking hell-" Your fingers were clenching the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"I can do more than that~" He hummed playfully, and you blinked, "huh?" Your noise of question was followed by a yelp as he lifted you, setting you on the couch behind him, turning to he faced you. Another tug brought your butt to the edge of the cushion, and he took advantage of your surprise to yank your shorts and panties off without hinderance.

"H-Hyuck~!" You whimpered when he instantly brought his skillful tongue to your cunt, wriggling it inside, nose hitting your clit. You sighed shakily, legs twitching when he hummed, the vibration ringing through him to you.

"Wait-" You tried to get him to stop, extremely embarrassed at your position and feeling weird about how fast he was bringing you to climax. You shuddered again as his tongue left your core, stroking up through your folds to flick your clit. Your eyes were closed, so you didn't see his stupid grin right before he sucked on your clit hard. Hyuck's hands flew to your hips to hold them down as you came, helping you ride it out.

"Too bad I can't pop your cherry…" He mumbled, a little embarrassed at his stupid pun. You huffed in disbelief, having heard him perfectly fine even though he kind of hid it.

"Doesn't fucking matter, get inside me-" he had never heard you so impatient, but he was more than willing to abide. He removed your top as you helped him get rid of his own clothes, and your back barely hit the couch cushions before he was pressing into you. Even if you hadn't just came on his tongue, you were soaking wet, your gummy walls clenching desperately to his cock.

"Aw~ sweet girl~" He huffed in delight as your cunt quivered, getting used to the stretch and before you were fully acclimated, he started to move.

"Wait, Hyuck!" Your hands grabbed his shoulders. When he leaned over you move, he took your hands from him, holding them above your head with one of his. His lips hovered over yours, hips rolling slowly but hard, fat cock battering your back wall. You practically cried when he kissed you again, tongue reentering your mouth to capture yours. You were helpless under him, sanity quickly leaving between his cock in your cunt and his tongue down your throat. When air was getting a bit low, he finally removed his mouth from yours, moving it to your jaw and down the column of your throat. You whimpered with each thrust, getting steadily faster and harder as he sucked your skin. His goal was to make the hickeys are red as the cherries you both had been eating earlier.

"Hyuck, I~" You couldn't get the rest of your sentence out. His hand had let go of your wrists, both of them going to your waist so he could shift positions. He sat back up move, hiking your hips up to arch your back and after an extremely practiced and hard thrust, he chuckled as you came again. He groaned at the tight flutter of your walls and couldn't help but fall over the edge himself. You whimpered when he finally let your legs and hips relax, not pulling out of you yet. With a tired gaze, you watched him reach and grab a bottle you hadn't noticed before from the coffee table, barely within reach. He popped the cap on the red container, an equally red substance spilling out and dripping over your skin. You shivered at the cold, and he licked his lips.

"Hmm… cherry flavored (Y/N)~"

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Chapter 06

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: Slight implications of rape

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Pulling you closer to his body the pack alpha started to calmy walk towards the underground parking lot exit. Hearing the locking sound of the door he didn't bother to turn around, instead focusing on you fully. 

Your eyes were pretty much completely closed, only fluttering from time to time. With the light too harsh on them you let a soft whine leave you, and grabbed closer on Namjoons t-shirt, burrowing your face in the crook of his neck once again. 

„It's okay babypup, just rest for some more now.” He said, his voice calming to your ears, further settling you down. As an omega it was very normal for you to sleep more than any different second genders do. Used to resting for over 11 hours a day you were always sleepy. 

While you enjoyed being able to fall asleep so quickly in many scenario's, it was also greatly inconvenient in others. Whenever you had to pull an all-nighter for the final exams at school it was very annoying. 

You didn't really like the taste of coffee, plus pretty much any caffeine or even theine was just a terrible thing to drink for any omegas. A light fruit tea was okay, since it doesn't include any of the actual theine, but anything bit stronger like a pure matcha tea could be bit problematic sometimes. 

You didn't always struggle with the different foods and drinks that could potentionally be harmful for you, but from time to time you really didn't check what was included out of laziness and ended up terribly sick. It was just a curse that came with your second gender. 

You were used to having long hours at school, getting up to be there by 8 and leaving some time during the afternoon, sometimes you had to stay behind to finish your work up. So if you were still really sleepy in the morning, it was quite normal for you to eat something to replenish your energy at least slightly. 

The university you went to wasn't very quiet since all second genders were allowed to study in it, so you weren't really able to relax there most of the time.

You loved the school in a way but it also brought great troubles for you. Whenever you told anyone about the school you frequently visited, they usually looked down at you from then on.

You of course understood very well that art is less important to people and humanity than doctors and nurses, lawyers or even teachers, but there was just something about it that always called for your name since you were young. 

You used to draw for fun when you were small, while you were still a part of your old pack. Your family supported you when you were still young, but as you got older and your relationship with art didn't fade they would start to get more upset. 

Yea, you were an omega which often had hard times getting into more serious industries like education and health services, management or even office and administrave support. For those a lot of the time only betas and sometimes even only alphas were allowed to work at.

So with only a few different options for your future, you decided to pursue your early dreams even when it brough a great disappointment for your pack. 

It was quite welcomed to have omegas not work at all in the more traditional packs, and if you were in a modern one it was often that the omegas worked as librarians or maybe personal shoppers too if they didn't mind the crowds and loudness the malls often carried. It was usual to work as a babysitter too.

If you were an omega that wanted to work these were the well welcomed options, easy to maintain and keep track of, so the pack always knew about theirs omegas well-being.

Even if the pack was very modern thinking regarding the set rules, there was absolutely no way any alpha in their right mind would allow their pack's omega out of sight and not know about their plans and whereabouts. 

Some people were just dangerous, and so letting your omega go somewhere on their own, even if they wanted to do so very badly was a very risky act noone wanted to fully admit to. 

It was often times other alphas that brought the biggest dangers, usually after being rejected by the lowest second genders that didn't accept their packbound.

Feeling sour they just start to hate them more and more and if any omega comes in sight without being protected by their pack it happens sometimes that they let their anger out. Doesn't matter which is the way for them to do it. 

For such reasons it's more than normal for anyone of the pack to be with their omega most of the time. You are going to try on that dress now? Okay, I will wait next to the changing rooms. You want to refill your cup? Here, I'll do it for you, you just wait with the others. 

With how rare it is for omegas to fully accept a forming bond and become a part of it, the packs are more than ready to cherish them like the finest gems. 

Namjoon too was very keen and felt a deep satisfaction in keeping you close around. His pack was a more modern one with how there were no betas around, but suddenly, he felt very on edge with all the different people passing by. 

Holding the doors open with his foot, he waited for the rest of his pack to go through before he closed it. One palm over your head he held it close and snuggled up against his scent gland. 

He realised how you needed any rest you could finally get. With how unscented you were, even before arriving to their home, he knew there was most likely noone in your life to properly have you as a part of a pack. 

So it was only natural for you to feel the need to rest even more than usual, after being able to let go of any worries and let your guard down for once. 

They were more than ready to do that for you, keeping you well and safe at all costs. His whole pack was very important to him and came first under any scenarios, but now that they had you they were interested in, you were quick to become one of the highest priorities for each of the alphas.

It was very normal for omegas or even betas to take liking to a new pack they just discovered, getting attached quickly and easily. 

So if both of the parties were interested, there was no harm in slight rushing. It wasn't considered that in the modern society, absolutely typical and usual since it happened oh so very often. 

Stepping up the few stairs that led to the mall entrance, the pack walked close together. Their steps rang out in the quiet concrete corridors, the piping on the ceiling left uncovered. A few graffiti tags were here and there but the light was bright and there was noone around, so there wasn't anything to worry about.

Entering already inside of the roudy building, Namjoon slowly lowered you to the tiled floors. Your eyes opened up again, but it wasn't long until you were once again reaching for his neck, your small fingers latching on the t-shirt he had under the dark coat.

„It's okay, princess. You can sleep more later, yeah? Let's get some food in your stomach. What would you like to have? There is a big food court on the second floor; should we go look?” Jimin was quick to step in; he could notice how the pack alpha's facade was going down and how his eyes went soft again.

They would never mind carrying you, in public or not; it was very normal to do so with omegas, but since you weren't necessarily theirs yet, they didn't want to cross any boundaries you had.

With how sleepy you still were, they didn't want you to feel embarrassed later on. And so to avoid having that happen, Taehyung and Jin both took one of your palms in theirs and started leading you towards the escalators.

You didn't come to this mall often—pretty much never at all. It was quite far from your home and was in a more noisy area since it was usual for tourists to come in here.

Still, the alphas led you with ease, with Jimin at the front and Namjoon walking behind you, keeping everyone in sight. Walking alongside a big grocery store, a café, and a stationary shop, you felt many scents that were new to you.

Reminding yourself, you remember the thing that got you into this place at first: the medication prescription you didn't get. Looking up at Jin's face, you thought about asking them for help at that moment, but with how much distress you must have caused them already, you just decided to let it be for now.

The eldest went first on the lifting stairs, pulling you behind him and stepping to the left. You stayed on the step after him, and with Tae doing the same, the three of you were left in a small row.

The hanging banners above you were advertising new burgers, a makeup collaboration with an idol, and a new clothing collection in one of the many boutiques in this mall.

After you all piled out from the stairs, you walked towards the big food court right in front of you. There were many sitting spots; some were kept in enclosed booths, and other small tables were left in the open. Some of them were left occupied by customers, but most of them were still empty.

There was a big selection of different fast foods and restaurants you could get your food from, many of whose names you didn't recognise. There was a big McDonald's that you, of course, were familiar with, but the other restaurants like Shake Shack or Cushara were ones you never really heard of.

Letting yourself be tagged along, you allowed Jimin to select an enclosed booth that had dark maroon sofa-like seats. The space was definitely large enough for the whole pack to fit in, so the alpha chose well.

Jin sat down first, followed closely by you and Tae. Namjoon, looking at the different options, turned away slightly from you. You noticed Jimin typing on his phone; he was leaning against the side of the short, built-up walls. He looked up when the pack alpha eventually turned back towards all of you, though.

„What would you guys like to get? I'm thinking Panda Express might be a good choice, but we can go for something else if you want to. What would you like to have for lunch cub?" Looking at you, he watched your face, noting the small facial expression changes.

„Yoongi just texted me that they are on the bottom floor, so they should be here in a minute or so.” Jimin mumbled, his eyes glued back to the screen as he typed again.

„Alright, let's wait for what they want to order then.” Answered Namjoon once again before he slid into the seat next to Jin. On the booth table, there was laminated paper that had a list of the most popular foods from each dining place available at the spot. Picking it up, Tae held it up so you could see too.

„Let's look together, babycheeks. Here, they even have an omega-safe food list; that's really clever. Let's see..” Reading over the list closely, the man looked for the foods with the small label next to the names, marking them as fully safe because they were mild in spices, not too high in sugar, and usually not fried either.

Leaning in to look yourself, you hesitantly pointed towards the 'orange chicken' listed next to the small panda express label. You never had it but since you were a big tangerine lover, you felt like it could be quite tasty. 

„Could I get that please?“ You mumbled, looking up at Taehyung's face for a bare second. Sitting up slightly, he went over the contents of the meal.

„I'm not sure babycheeks. How about we get you something else instead. Do you want chicken and rice? Here, there is a 'grilled teriyaki chicken' listed, does that sound good, sweet baby? We can get you some rice with it too; the brown steamed rice here is extra tasty.”

Lightly trying to steer you towards a different decision, you looked back at the menu, and he was right. Next to the options he just told you about was the tiny symbol you had to look for constantly.

„But I wanted the orange chicken, please,” you said, looking into Taehyung's eyes. He couldn't bring himself to hold your gaze for much longer. He could feel his heart practically break with how he had to tell you no, even after you asked so nicely.

He was proud of you for telling him what you wanted, even if it was a simple meal from a restaurant. He knew more than well how that could be so tricky sometimes.

„Baby I know, but it could really be bad for your tummy. I don't want you to get sick. Come here, let's look at the other options together.” His voice was softer than usual, and even when he spoke with a deep tone, he always tried to soften it up for your ears.

With one of his arms going around your left, he lightly pulled you closer to him so your thighs were touching. Leaving his palm at your shoulder, he occasionally rubbed your shoulder blade in small circles.

When you could smell the light scent of rain and the forest's smell of citrus and flowers, you looked up almost immediately. The three alphas were walking around the tables, careful not to bump into anyone or anything as they walked in your direction.

You were glad to see them after a few hours of their absence, so you were quick to climb out of the booth before you took the few last steps in their direction. Jungkook walked first, and that meant he was the first to have his hands on you, pulling you to his chest.

Breathing in the soft aroma he brought, you smiled lightly, feeling content. With how dependable omegas often get, it was more than healthy for you to be around the whole pack at once.

„Did you miss me, baby? I missed you lots and lots.” The man mumbled lightly, his face hidden behind the face mask. Lightly patting the back of your head, he wanted to hold you for longer, but unfortunately, the situation wasn't ideal.

„Yah, Kook-ah, let me have her for a minute too. Stop hogging her up!” Hobi's voice was loud, just as it usually is. Pulling away from you slightly, before the other alpha had time to react, you were quickly snatched away. It wasn't Hoseok who took you; it was Yoongi.

Sneaking around the other table, he didn't bother to wait for you. Instead, the alpha didn't waste any time before his arms pulled you to his chest once more. Lightly rubbing his chin over the top of your head, he felt content with you around.

„My kitty. How are you? Did you have a nice time at the shops? Should we go buy some more stuff later?” Feeling shy, you let him pull away to watch your face.

„Yea, Tae and Jimin bought me a lot of stuff. I'm very thankful.” You whispered softly, still feeling a bit overwhelmed with how quick they were to spend so much money on you. They didn't hesitate.

„..That's good, that's really good, I still think-” Cutting his elder with no problems, Hobi snaked his arms around your waist, also hugging you. You looked up at his face and were greeted by the biggest smile ever.

„Little cub, I'm so glad to see you. You looked so nice in the clothes. Here, sunshine, let's go eat now, yea?” Pulling at your hand, he let you take a seat before he himself sat down. This time, you had Jungkook and Hobi keeping you company.

With the other pack members greeting themselves, Namjoon didn't waste much time before he handed them the menu. Most of them were getting ramen noodles and settled on sharing theirs with you.

You were getting the grilled teriyaki chicken Taehyung recommended, but you really didn't feel like getting brown rice, so you stuck with the usual white one.

Standing up, most of the alphas left to go order and pay for the food, but when you tried to stand up, you were quick to be pulled back to your seat by the youngest.

„No babybun, stay here with me for now. Tell me about today, hm?” It was very easy for the whole pack to finally allow their second gender to fully control them and take over. There was just something so deeply satisfying for them about having you to constantly care for and having someone fully depend on them for once.

It was a breath of fresh air; they didn't even realise how much they had actually pushed off their wants the whole time before you came about.

BigHit did offer the chance of hired packomegas, which were usually there for the ruts the alphas went through twice a year. They never worked well for the pack, though; oftentimes they tended to get along great with one but argue so much with the other. So after their earlier years, which arrived after their fresh debut, they just stopped letting the company look for packomegas completely.

„But the food? There is a lot; I should help." Your voice was worried as you looked in the direction they left.

„Babybun, it's alright really. They can do it well, okay? Just stay with me right now. Tell me about where you guys went?” Jungkook knew that they were more than capable of carrying all the foods and was just the slightest bit worried about you spilling something; the possibility of you getting burnt just didn't sit well with him.

„Okay.. if you are sure.. We went to Dior; I tried on a bunch of stuff too." You murmured, finally looking at Jungkook. His eyes were wide and bright, fully set on your form.

Talking about the trip you took with the packmates, you skipped over the whole buying ordeal; you didn't feel like worrying the youngest alpha too.

„What were you doing?” You hesitated to ask, still very shy around them. You could see how he smiled widely at your question. He couldn't help himself though; you were just too cute.

„I was at the studio; I was finishing up my part of the song with Yoongi, and Hobi was there to work on a part of one dance. We had some stuff to sign, too. It's very boring stuff, my baby; don't worry about it, okay?”

Only nodding lightly, you looked at your lap. You could hear him lightly giggle next to you; the laugh was airy and sweet. Cooing at you, he brushed your cheek softly, making you look back at him.

„How about you tell me more about yourself now? What about your pack?”

It was sudden, you could feel dread start to consume you, and from the bottom of your toes, you felt your muscles tighten. Gulping, you looked away.

You didn't have a nice past; with how your pack abandoned you, it was easy to know so. Usually left alone, you lived a very sad life. Still, sometimes you feel joy come from small things. Those moments did help from time to time.

Even if you tried to cover up the sudden change of mood, the alpha was quick to notice. It was one of his second gender's charms—the ability to quickly notice any atmosphere changes.

Moving quickly, his warm hands went around your shoulders before he pulled you closer, your tights touching.

„Baby, it's okay; we don't have to do that if you don't want to talk yet. It's alright, babybun, don't worry, yeah?" His eyes were desperately looking for yours, but with no success. Tears sprung up suddenly too, furthering the sudden despair he felt.

Desperate to make you feel better, to calm you back down. You were doing so well today, and he didn't want it to go wrong for you so suddenly.

When the first tear fell and he could start to really smell the sadness in your naturally soft and sweet aroma, he knew something was seriously wrong.

He didn't waste any more time before he pulled you to his chest, fully squishing you against him. Your soft sobs followed soon too, only furthering his worry. In the corner of his eye, he could see all of his packmates coming back towards him, their pace urgent.

„Sh,sh, shh, babybun, don't cry; it will be okay. We are here now, cub. Come here, and let me hold you for now. You'll be okay.” Lightly hiccuping, you let the alpha sway you from side to side slowly, his scent worried and heavy.

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@nonbinarylocalcryptid has put this au in my head so here are some headcanons for Odysseus adopting Astyanax instead of killing him

When Odysseus finally gets home, Astyanax is ten and Telemachus is twenty, about to turn twenty one

Astyanax is incredibly furiously jealous of Telemachus. He doesn’t know who this guy is or why Odysseus is so obsessed with him. He isn’t used to having to share his dad’s attention

He tries to come up w ways of getting Odysseus to focus only on him but he’s never successful. Either he gets in trouble for doing smth bad or he tries to start a game and it gets turned into a whole family activity

He gives up after a few weeks and sulks by himself exploring the palace and city. Odysseus eventually finds him and they have some much needed one on one time. Astyanax is ecstatic

Telemachus is incredibly furiously jealous of Astyanax. He doesn’t know who this kid is or why Odysseus is so obsessed with him. He isn’t used to having to share his dad’s attention

Him and Odysseus are trying to make up for lost time and Astyanax keeps bursting in and being super annoying. He’s so glad every time Odysseus shoos him away. He desperately needs this one on one time

Astyanax isn’t sure abt Penelope. She’s very nice, makes an effort to connect to him, and Odysseus hasn’t stopped raving abt her for as long as he can remember. But hearing abt someone in a story is different from actually meeting them. She a total stranger. He warms up to her after a while but for the first month or so, he’s very shy and apprehensive around her

He doesn’t consider her his mom tho, only Odysseus’ wife. He used to think calypso was his mom (she would be the first woman he would be old enough to remember and they lived w her for most of his life) but now he’s content to not have a mom. He only needs his dad anyway

After about a year or so, both Astyanax and Telemachus begrudgingly accept that they’ll have to share Odysseus. They’re both not thrilled abt it but they’re not angry anymore either

Telemachus is a self sufficient adult at this point and spends a lot of time doing his own thing. He’ll go on trips, go hunting, attend his parents’ court, try to woo maidens, debate policy and philosophy w the advisors (which can get pretty complicated when his parents join; his dad especially loves having battles of wits), etc

Astyanax is a preteen and very curious abt what Telemachus is getting up to and what the adult life of a prince is like. He followed him secretly at first but quickly got found out. Telemachus thought it was kinda weird at first but then was a little flattered

He started letting Astyanax accompany him (to an extent. Long trips and wooing maidens are off limits lol). But he’ll take him to court, on quick trips, to his fighting lessons, to intellectual debates, etc.

Penelope isn’t so sure but Odysseus is adamant that learning by experience is just as valuable as structured lessons and they should just be happy that they’re finally getting along lol

The only part he has a problem w is the trips. He’s already anxious when Telemachus leaves on his own but when he takes Astyanax too… The thought of potentially losing both his sons, them taking years to return, or them being harassed by the gods eats him alive. It’s terrible to watch. He doesn’t eat, barely sleeps, doesn’t do any work. The only thing he does is sit by the door to the palace and wait for them to come back. Not even Penelope can soothe him

It’s worse when they go on a boat. Even if they’re only taking a one day trip to the city next over, he’s literally shaking w stress. Instead of sitting by the door, he’ll sit in Poseidon’s temple and do nothing but pray for their safe passage, not stopping at all for food or sleep

Telemachus has offered to leave Astyanax so he feels a bit better but he insists that he’s fine. It’s more important that the two of them bond, form good relations w their neighbors that will benefit them when they’re the king, and become more worldly. He’s fine. He swears it. He’s fine

Telemachus has taught Astyanax how to shoot a bow, how to track animals, how to identify plants, and how to basically do anything that doesn’t involve living on a boat lol

They’ll spar too. Astyanax is much better than Telemachus was at his age and Telemachus is a little jealous abt it. If he didn’t win anyway bc he’s bigger and stronger, he definitely would be angry

It’s weird tho bc he’ll be like “how did you learn that move? It was super advanced." And Astyanax will just casually be like “dad taught me after we fought a harpy.” And Telemachus is reminded that this kid has spent more time w his dad than he has. He never got to have his dad teach him how to fight but this other kid did. It’s not fair. He pushes it deep down and ignores it

Astyanax is aware of what happened to his biological family. Odysseus told him when he was eight. He was a teary mess, barely able to get the story out, but Astyanax wasn’t distraught like Odysseus expected. Astyanax was quiet for a long time, thinking, then went off on his own for a while but by the time it was night, he seemed to have moved pass it

He didn’t remember that family so he wasn’t very upset. He definitely thought it was messed up that he was taken in by the enemy that killed his whole family and destroyed his city but Odysseus was nice and it beat being killed too so he wasn’t complaining

Sometimes he’ll lay awake and wonder what his life would’ve been like if he had grown up in Troy tho. How his biological dad would’ve raised him. How different his life would’ve been if he hadn’t been constantly moving around and fighting for his life. As a kid, he can’t even begin to imagine what that would feel like bc he’s never known it. But by the time he’s grown, it’s different

Telemachus is on the throne now; Odysseus retired and just hangs around now. There are rumors that he's gone mad and even tho it's 100% false, he does nothing to stop the rumors bc he thinks it's funny and likes to mess w ppl

Astyanax is in his mid to late twenties now and he's feeling like he doesn't belong in Ithaca. He looks different from the rest of his family, he's got a much darker and complicated past than most of them, and every time they talk abt war in the court he can't help but get angry and closed off

Tho to Telemachus' credit he's a very fair king and does his best to avoid war and getting involved in other people's wars. That's how he lost his dad for so long and he's not making Ithaca go through smth like that again

Astyanax decides that he needs to see Troy. What's left of it, any new civilizations that replaced it, anything he can find. He's a little worried about the trip across the sea but figures if he did it once before, he can do it again

There's nothing when he gets there. Most of the wood has rotted and the ground is black and charred. He can walk the Greek camp based off the burnt fire pits, the tent peg holes in the earth, and the rotted outlines of the thick wall. The field in between the camp and Troy is littered with swords, spears, arrows, shields, and the occasional chariot wheel. Troy is a ghost town. The only thing left are the great walls. The inside is baren and empty

When he returns, he's furious. His "dad" destroyed his entire civilization. Except for him, no mercy was shown. It was a horrible, monstrous thing to do. (He's forgotten the memory of how much Odysseus cried telling him what he did)

He goes off on Odysseus. Odysseus is partly resigned (he knew this day was coming and he’s in the wrong) but he’s still a stubborn ass who resorts to violence instead of talking things out so the fight gets pretty explosive. It stays an argument but only just barely

They both have swords in their hands when Telemachus comes in. He tries to talk them down and pretends he doesn’t know what the fight is abt even tho the whole palace can hear them yelling

Astyanax asks for Odysseus to be executed, banished, or otherwise punished in someway. Telemachus won’t do it. Astyanax is furious that he’s not taking his side. Telemachus didn’t see what he saw. He didn’t lose his whole family and get kidnapped by the man who murdered them. He has no idea how it feels to have your whole world flipped on its head

Astyanax debates fighting both Odysseus and Telemachus but decides against it. He storms out, gets on a boat, and goes back to Troy. He wanders around there for a while until he finds a civilization to join

Years go by. Odysseus dies, Telemachus has his own kids and grandkids. His hair is starting to go gray. Then one day a messenger runs in announcing the approach of a foreign army

Telemachus runs out to see the threat and a fleet of twelve boats is abt to enter Ithaca’s harbor. At the prow of the biggest one is Astyanax, torch in hand. He’s going to burn Ithaca like they burnt Troy

The prophecy is fulfilled

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I arise from the void! *slams down post* Enjoy! *crawls back into void*

Spring Ache

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part ?

Summary: With Spring melting away the cold of winter you were ready to get to work, however Techno was not…

Characters: Techno x Reader

Relationship: Parental/platonic

Pronouns: Unspecified/kept neutral

Today’s gonna be a good day. With the cold of winter finally starting to melt away you were more then ready to get things ready for farming, while you did mostly work with weapons you enjoyed dabbling in other activities like farming, keeps you self sufficient and sharp to your surroundings. Not to mention you now had a little helper with you this time… or you would if he’d hurry up and get downstairs already.

“Techno! We’ve got a long day ahead of us, I need you down here.” You call, after a minute with no response worry starts to creep in. You upstairs and knock on his door. “Techno? Is everything alright?” Only a muffled whimper is heard, you quickly open the door to see him holding his jaw in pain. You kneel down and motion for him to approach, when he does you just lightly touch his jaw and he flinches away in pain, very abnormal.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna check something real quick.” You stand again and leave the room, you start looking through various bookshelves in hopes of finding something that could help. Old texts… fairytales… ah hah! Research notes on the Nether, it’s a bit of an outdated book now but it should have enough information for the time being. Flipping through most of it until you reach the section about piglins, proceeding to skim through it. You mumble aloud as you read through the section, finally finding what you were looking for.

“Our investigation has shown immature piglin’s start growing out their tusks between the young years of 6-10. Observed to be painful as they must outgrow the infant tusks. Many of the young seem to favour a certain mushroom native to the Nether at this time, acting as some type of numbing agent.” You look though the rest of the page and sigh, as helpful as the information is they never clarified which type of mushroom was used to help. Not that it mattered, Techno didn’t seem in any condition for a trip and you were certainly not going to just leave him here alone. You settle for a more human approach to the problem, sitting him back on his bed and handing him a bag of ice, he eyes you questionably.

“Don’t give me that, mister. When people get bad toothaches we usually numb the pain with some ice, you’ll also only be eating soft foods for a bit so you don’t hurt jaw more.” You hear him sigh, displeased. “I’ll make you some mashed potatoes.” Instantly he perks up again, you chuckle at this. “Alright, you try to relax for I bit, okay. Once this is over we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled routine.” He nods and you ruffle his hair, to his dismay, stepping away to get started on those mashed potatoes.

A week later and your garden is coming along great, showing signs of sprouting already. Phil had come by to visit a couple days ago, more then happy to give you a hand once you explained what was happening, sadly Kristen had to say back, apparently their own child was being rowdy, something about sand. With the extra hand you were able to check in with Techno more, switching ice packs when they melted and making sure he still had something to do, his jaw may have been hurting but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything. Today, while spreading some fresh bonemeal you hear someone approach, looking over to see Techno.

“Hey kiddo. Wanna help spread the rest of this on the carrots for me?” You smirk when he gives you an annoyed look.

“Do I have too.” He drones, you roll your eyes.

“Farming is just as important as fighting. Also those tusks are looking great.” You quickly add the last part. Techno looks at you confused, you summon your sword as it was the quickest reflective you had and let him see the newly grown in tusks.

“Whoa. So that’s why my mouth feels weird.” He inspects himself.

“I’m sure you’ll get used to them soon enough. Now about those carrots.”

“Yeah, I’m going.” He gives a light huff and takes some bonemeal from you, you smile. Yup, today’s gonna be a good day.

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Head-Empty Headcanons

Things they say, think, and do that prove they are a bit air-headed. 

Genre: Headcanons, Comedy

Characters featured: All Obey Me! Characters (yes, even the new ones!)

Whenever Mc is mentioned its unrelated to their gender!

CW: swearing!

A/N: The brain rot is real this morning, and I haven’t done anything super silly in awhile, so here!

Belphegor

The weirdest shit always comes out of his mouth when he’s half awake. 

Will ask the most ridiculous questions when he’s in between naps or when he’s just woken up because his brain is on autopilot, like along the lines of “Do you think pigeons have feelings?” 

Does not look when he crosses the street.

Will literally ask what you said after being annoyed that you asked if he was listening. 

Has drank water while laying down and choked himself. 

Beelzebub

3 balls bopping around his head at all times are Food, Workout, and MC like a game of Pong

Blinks one eye at a time. It’s subtle but he totally does it. 

Has eaten the fortune out of a fortune cookie because he thought that was part of the process of making the fortune come true. 

When told by MC he had to rinse rice before cooking it he asked if he needed to use soap. 

Has eaten whole, raw, potatoes because he thought it would give him protein like eating raw eggs would. 

Asmodeus

He’s pretty; he doesn’t have to be smart.

Once stared frustratingly in the mirror for 15 minutes trying to figure out why the phrase written on his shirt was backwards. 

The first time he dyed his hair, he got mad that it didn’t grow the same color out of his scalp.

Forgets that he owns something and will by numerous duplicates. 

1000% has fallen for MLM scams

Satan

No thought only cat.

You need to watch him like a toddler if you take him to the zoo. He will try to jump into every big cat enclosure. 

Has started fires in his room multiple times because he put candles on top of his books (Seriously dude your room is a fire hazard) but is still clueless as to how it happened.

The first time he saw a racoon he thought it was a rare breed of cat and tried to snuggle it.

Leviathan

Somebody take his screens away. 

Has 100% tried to “Back Space” words when writing physically with pen and paper.

More than once has screamed at a game system for not working when he had just not realized that it was unplugged.

Has definitely run into walls after sitting 2 feet away from his giant TV like a 3 year old. 

Has completely ignored and walked away from people because he is too busy creating a theme music for himself as he’s doing something that he perceives as cool.

Mammon

I think I could never run of ideas for how airheaded this man is, but I’ll go for the abstract ones since there are many that are obvious.

One of those dudes who thinks pee comes out of the vagina. 

Definitely goes down existential rabbit holes because of questions like “Is cereal a soup” or “is a hotdog a sandwich”

Will literally believe anything you tell him if you say it with enough sincerity- even if it’s the most ridiculous thing you could think of. 

100% believes that horror movies like Friday the 13th are based on true events and is convinced that most humans die by serial killers

Lucifer

This man has absolutely done the dumbest shit when he is sleep deprived. 

Will lose things that he is holding in his hands as he’s using them- often it’s his pen or his phone. 

has drank scalding hot coffee because he forgot it was too hot to drink. 

Leaves things in the oven and microwave all the time. Usually Beel finds it and eats it, and he’s none the wiser.

Talks to himself all the time, usually giving reminders to do things or a grocery list, but also will just narrate things. 

 Literally a Golden Retriever.

Diavolo

Holds up his his fingers in an L shape to determine right from left- which never works because he forgets which way an L is supposed to go. 

Will believe pretty much anything you tell him about the human world if you say it with enough conviction.

Constantly doing the most ridiculous things without thinking of the consequences- often times leaving Lucifer or Barbatos to clean up his mess. 

Constantly bothers Mc, Lucifer, and Barbatos when they’re busy- even after just being scolded for being a distraction- because he forgets that they’re doing something and wanted to show them something cool

Barbatos

He’s probably the least ditzy, but even he has his moments.

Walks into the kitchen and forgets why he was going in there. All the time. 

Accidentally goes through all of the Little D’s names before getting the right one- even if he had JUST done the same thing for a different little D

Will step out the door to go somewhere with Lord Diavolo and immediately wonder if he left the Stove on. He will go check, and still wonder if it’s on 5 hours later. 

Mephistopheles

Simp! Simp alert!

Will do anything you tell him if you said “Well, I guess I could go ask Lucifer to do it...” even if its embarrassing or flat-out dangerous lol

Diavolo occupies his brain at all times so he’s often distracted by intense pining for their “friendship” that was totally not a one-way crush. (go listen to “When Somebody Loved Me” from Toy Story 2 lol)

One of those “Um AcTUaLly” bros who is always wrong about the thing they’re correcting you on to an absurd degree. 

Somebody go teach grandpa how to use a computer. 

Simeon

Has definitely given his computer a virus by clicking a popup ad, and also fell for the “Nigerian Prince” emails

“Do you think someone would just go on the internet and tell lies?” 

No seriously he will see some wild conspiracy on Devilgram or Devilbook and be convinced it is real. Lord help him. 

Definitely thinks Boomer memes are funny. Send him a minion, he will laugh his ass off. 

Raphael

Elevator music playing in his brain at all times.

Immediately choses violence as an option every time no matter the circumstances and this is quite literally CANON.

Is always the last to know some secret that isn’t really a secret and is really obvious. 

Will test the sharpness of his spears by jamming them into the ground, and then get mad when he cant yank them back up. 

Luke

Just a poor child trying his best. Someone teach him. 

Probably didn’t know what a chihuahua was when someone first compared him to one but was too embarrassed to admit he didn’t know so he just like. Went with it. Until he found out they are a tiny yippy dog- then he got angy. 

Absolutely believes that babies come from the Stork. 

Thought the “PG” movie rating meant “Pretty Good.”

Solomon

His cooking cant be that bad...can it?

Will throw quite literally anything into a pot when cooking, even if it doesn’t make sense to do so, because he likes to “experiment” 

The first time he sees a fidget spinner he loses his fucking mind. “What is this? It’s spinning! I am in pure bliss!”

Has definitely blown up a classroom at RAD because he snuck in a potion to test out and accidentally dropped it.

Has definitely said some really outdated cringy slang. “Tubular!” “Oh man, so grody!” 

Thirteen

Conspiracy theorist- for sure.

Didn’t believe that Belphie and Beel were twins because they didn’t look alike (she did not know fraternal twins were a thing).

Is convinced that Solomon is an alien. 

Mispronounces words all the time because she rarely talks to others until the exchange program and primarily sees things written (e.g. Fragile as “Fra-gee-lay” and Bologna as “Bow-log-nah”)

Does not test her traps before using them, and gets mad when they don’t work.

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do you have any more general hcs on regressed Gortash and Durge? you’ve put the thought in my brain and just YES YES YES 🙏🙏🙏

absolutely, i love thinking about them 🙏

- Gortash either regresses to his 4-5 year old self or a baby

- When he's a bit older, his absolutely favourite thing to do is play with toys. He'll often gather clocks and pens from all over the house and put them together, pry them open, pull them apart, make hideous little toys and play pretend with them. Durge thinks it's cute but he's also breaking a ton of expensive stuff so he has to lock him in a playpen with normal toys like stuffed animals and wooden figurines.

- A reflection of his own past, but he's just so quiet as a kid. He's learned to exist without bothering anyone, so he's super slippery and Durge has to lock doors or he'll find him out in the garden terrorising the plants and throwing rocks at stuff (and people).

- Similarly, he's not too fussy about food. He'll eat anything off his plate because his brain is still in survival-mode, so Durge pushes the most veggies he can on him and all he gets is the occasional annoyed sigh.

- Durge steals a stuffed bear from his childhood home and when he's little, Gortash does. not. separate from it. He takes it everywhere, dragging it behind him, feeding it, playing with it, bathing with it and will not sleep unless he's hugging it. He doesn't have a name for it, just calls it "Bear".

- That said, Durge did have to take it away from him one time when he found him reenacting a scene where Bear broke something and little Gort played the upset mother who was beating the poor thing senselessly with a shoe. He had to give him a very awkward talk afterwards about how it's okay to break things because you get to fix them.

- Gortash likes to draw on the walls. He especially likes taking baths in the fireplace's charcoal and leaving handprints all over the walls and carpets (Bane is so proud <3)

- One time Durge didn't realise he was little until Gortash had accidentally scratched himself with his gauntlet and cried so hard. Durge had to shush him while cleaning up the scratch.

- Durge will explain human anatomy to him as a fucked up bedtime story.

- Going full baby doesn't happen often, only when things are getting waayy too bad mentally for him. When it does happen, Durge is extra careful with him, holding him close and bouncing him, feeding him his bottle of warm milk, tucking him in with Bear and praying to Bhaal he sleeps more than 15 minutes.

- It's a little heartwarming for Durge to watch how innocent and playful Gortash is when he's regressed. It's like the years of labor and hard work disappear from his eyes and he can smile genuinely again.

- He takes him camping sometimes, out in the garden. Teaches him about constellations while they're both laying in the grass, stargazing, and has to stop him from eating dirt multiple times.

- Banites find it so funny to teach little Gortash to recite Bane's gospel, it drives Durge nuts. Imagine a little 5 year old going around talking about the undeniable grasp of unity and prosperity under the leadership of a strong-willed black hand.

[bisharp-that-likes-chips]

Can we get a reader that was born and grew up on an island/archipelago with either the main 3 or 4. For example, Philippines or Hawaii?

People in the madcom x reader section when I post

Not only that, but the boys are going on vacation or something better (also slight nsfw warning for Deimos cuz he’s a bit of a perv) Hank:

He wonders what your life what like in what is considered to be a paradise according to the majority (perhaps he’d like to go there as well)

If you offer to take him to your home country, he has so many wonders

When you first arrive at a sunny beach, he feels like he just escaped hell and what feels like to him, heaven. Oh wait.

I hope you agree with his pleas to stay (apparently, this scary ass mf tries to act all cute and gives you the puppy eyes cuz he really don’t wanna leave)

Shia LaBeouf voice: DO IT! JUST DO IT!

Sanford:

Sanford always dreamed of leaving Nevada and staying at an expensive apartment by a warm sunny beach for the rest of his life so he’s jelly

If you plan to leave Nevada with him and go to your childhood home, he’ll be the happiest man alive

He flops down on the soft hot sand and breathes out a heavy sigh. He finally had his dreams come true

He’s more playful and enthusiastic. Also splashing you with water when you least expect it and swimming around the shoreline like some professional swimmer (headcanon that this dude’s athletic. After all, he’s jacked up)

After the day ends and you’re both tired. He holds you very close to him and peppers your face with kisses. This is his way of saying “thank you” and that his love for you skyrocketed higher than Snoop Dogg

Deimos:

“Wait if you’re from an island? Could you take me there?! Please! Please! Pleeeeeeease!” (Yea Deimos is the most childlike out of the main four)

If you take him to your home country, he’ll be more ecstatic than a sugar addicted kid who drank 5 bottles of Coca Cola.

Bro saw you in your swimsuit and he’s just there staring at you and drooling like damn (his mind: Lemme smash)

He is very rowdy and wild when you guys visit the beach and he acts like a child all day until the sun sets, then he’s knocked out after his excitement rush

2BDamned:

Like Sanford, he’s also jealous. He has to work for 3 annoying, psycho men in a crazy and corrupted environment while you got to relax at a beautiful beach

If you tell him that you and him are gonna leave to go to your home, he’ll love you forever cuz he is so ready to be done with his old job for good

He has a foodgasm when trying exotic foods native to your homeland (he’s tired of eating that stale metallic mush that’s basically the only food he’s allowed to eat in Nevada), and he doesn’t take his eyes off the views of the beaches for more than 2 hours

If you rent an apartment with big cozy beds, best believe he’s holding you extremely tight when you’re sleeping with him

[historicfailure]

The second part of the night leaves you with nothing but surprises - and with a painful realization.

~ X ~

Hey there! It's so great to see how you guys enjoy this. I have plans for this, I swear, and it's so good to see that you guys enjoy this much. Thank you all for the lovely comments, they mean so much to me! Hopefully, you will also like this chapter, as it brings a bit of necessary movement into the story ;D

~ X ~

Minato wasn’t only a great boss, but also a fantastic cook. Both lasagnas were absolutely divine, and as you gave the chef your compliments, Minato also proved to be as humble as everyone always said. Conversing with the two bosses was so pleasant, you even about forgot Kakashi, who was as silent as the cold winter; never saying a word or interrupting in any way, just eating his food and staring at his plate whenever you threw a glance at him. And it wasn’t too bad. Honestly, it was quite nice, to not worry the entire time about him saying something incredibly arrogant, annoying or asinine. 

However, when Minato pulled out the tiramisu from the fridge and Kushina refilled all the glasses of wine around the table, just when she returned from bringing Naruto to bed, the atmosphere changed. You could feel it, in the way the air thickened, in the way Minato coughed into his hand while straightening his back, in the way Kushina sat a bit more upright, hands folded on top of the table, and most noticeably: in the way Kakashi reacted. Even though he had been silent already for most of the meal, it seemed like he wanted to completely vanish from the face of earth. Making himself as small as possible in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and even beneath the table, you felt his leg bump into your shin as he crossed them. 

Only barely, you were able to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Oh, please. What a baby. Don’t want to listen to how you get wrecked by your bosses, huh?

After all the bullshit he put you through, you were surely allowed to be a tiny bit smug, right? 

“So…” Kushina was the first to speak up. She took another sip of her wine, her eyebrows weakly twitching upwards, only to throw a tiny smile into your direction. “As pleasant as this evening has been so far, I think, there’s a more pressing matter at hand.”

“Indeed.” Without giving the pain in your side another glance, you nodded. Maybe, the wine already rose to your head, otherwise you wouldn’t have sounded so happy about it. 

Beside you, Kakashi sunk a little bit further into his chair. Good. Very good. Exactly what he deserved. 

“Yes,” Minato added, a little smile tugging at his mouth, “the reason is to discuss how we can clear up this mess.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Again, you glanced at Kakashi. He still stared full of stubborn intent down onto the table, not moving one bit. You even had the feeling he didn’t blink once, just staring at the pattern of the wood without seeing one bit of it. 

Kushina noticed, too. Reaching over the corner of the table, she poked the silent man into the shoulder. “Hey. Quit being such a grump.”

Kakashi grunted, but didn’t react further. Again, the woman poked him: the sharp fingernail digging into the curve of his shoulder. “Hey. I said, stop it. You’re acting like you’re five years old again.”

“I don’t,” was the muffled response. 

“Oh yes, you are.” Minato shook his head, the blond bangs framing his face swinging weakly with the movement. “Will you sit properly at the table? Please?”

For a very long moment, Kakashi didn’t react. Then, accompanied by a long, exasperated sigh, the man-child uncrossed his arms and pushed himself upright. Still kind of slumping in his chair, but now somehow sitting a bit more like an adult, Kakashi still refused to look at anyone or anything but the table. 

The atmosphere had now noticeably changed. Almost uncomfortable, especially with the way Minato and Kushina scolded Kakashi. Like they were his parents. Your curiosity rose alongside with your feeling of being trapped in the dean’s office from your old schooldays. Definitely not the typical boss - troublemaking star-worker you expected. There was something more afoot here. 

“Well,” Kushina said, not without throwing another disappointed glare into Kakashi’s direction, “we just wanted to make sure that everything is going well. You both,” another poised glare at Kakashi, “were assigned to the Akatsuki campaign, and not only because the campaign needs to be another success, but also because we want to have a peaceful working environment.”

“For us,” Minato seamlessly interjected, “and for the other people on the floor. But also for you guys, as of course, Kakashi is one of our leading creative workers, and you, (Y/N), are one of our best and most reliable sources of data. And we also liked your own ideas in your application, just so you know that one, too.”

At that sudden compliment, you could feel the blood rising to your face. All of a sudden, the room was too hot. Way too hot. That Minato would ever comment on the silly little projects you worked on and added on a whim to your application was simply and utterly insane. Especially in front of Kakashi.

Another careful glance at him, and you knew you were screwed. For so long, he had avoided looking remotely in your direction, but now, his dark eyes were scrutinizing you from the side. Like he saw you in a kind of new light, not entirely new, but fresh enough to catch his interest. Quickly, you looked away again, but you still could feel how his eyes took you in, took you really in, before settling onto the hard wood of the table again. 

“The point is,” thankfully, the other two didn’t seem to notice the quick and silent exchange between Kakashi and yourself, so Minato pushed right onward, “that the constant fighting is throwing wrenches into the… working atmosphere.”

“What Minato wants to say,” Kushina added, “that we have gotten… not necessarily complaints, but… requests to intervene.”

“What?” you blurted out. 

“Yes,” the other woman nodded solemnly, “other employees have noticed the rising tension between the two of you.”

How some of your co-workers couldn’t notice that something was amiss between Kakashi and you would forever be a mystery to you. Again, he pretty much made your business public by announcing at a meeting that he didn’t want to work with you. 

Without adding any comment, both of your eyebrows rose slightly. Kushina noticed, nodding towards you as she turned her attention towards Kakashi. “And in my mind, (Y/N) is totally in the right, when it comes to a certain situation which broke the camel’s back. You know that it was absolutely unnecessary to announce your displeasure at working with her at the meeting, out in the open, and questioning her work and indirectly, her work ethics.”

“We expect more of you, Kakashi.” Minato shook his head again. “We know you can do better.”

Kakashi didn’t say anything. So, the adults at the table pushed further, and you were more than happy to witness the glorious harping of one Kakashi Hatake, all the while being wined and dined by your bosses. Why again did you think this dinner would be a bad idea? 

“Kakashi, we’ve been over this. You can’t act like a brat all the time.” Kushina moved out of her chair, rounded the corner and stood beside him. Uncomfortably close for a boss to stand beside an employee, but when she placed a hand on his shoulder, that was even worse. “We care about you. You know that.”

“Hn.” Kakashi didn’t react more than that to the words or the hand on his shoulder. Your eyes grew as big as saucers as you watched how Kushina went even further than that. With a low sigh, she kneeled down beside the chair in which Kakashi sat, her hand sliding down to take his arms to uncross them. Then, like that wasn’t a lawsuit to happen already, she took one of his unresponsive hands, lacing their fingers together like they were lovers. “It would be lovely to hear an explanation from you for your behavior, but because I know you won’t give me one, I’ll settle for an earnest, sincere apology to (Y/N). And don’t give me that look, Kakashi,” she instantly retorted when he groaned audibly, “you will apologize, and you will explain some of this situation to her as well, as I’m sure she’s confused as hell right now.” 

You sure as hell were confused. Maybe it was just the wine, or the overall situation, but making sense of said situation seemed impossible without a whiteboard and some good old colorful markers drawing nice little shapes and arrows to explain everything.

Or, hell, a good talk could also do the trick. 

Kushina let go of Kakashi’s hand and sighed loudly. When she turned her attention to you, you couldn’t help but sit up a bit straighter, your face, which was warmed by the alcohol, warming up even further. 

“I’m so sorry for the trouble Kakashi has given you,” she started, “but I’m asking you also to listen to him and hopefully, you find that forgiving him is actually quite easy.”

“Who knows,” Minato piped up, “you might get along just fine in the end.”

Before you could protest, Kushina already shot her husband a small glare. “That’s a bit of a far stretch. For now, it’s about understanding, talking,” she lightly kicked Kakashi in the shin, which he answered with a weak grunt, “and foremost, apologizing.”

With that, she turned around and gathered some of the plates in her hands. Before you knew it, you also moved out of your seat, but when you tried to gather some plates as well, Kushina only shook her head and smiled. 

“No need. Just… go and talk. We’ve got this mess here handled.” 

And like this, you had no more excuses. This strange mix of emotions, the curiosity at the circumstances, the overall weirdness of the relationship between Minato, Kushina and Kakashi, the strange understanding between them and their insistence that this was not a formal case of bullying in the workplace, but almost something akin to a bratty schoolboy whose pranks went too far. 

Your train of thought got interrupted when Kakashi suddenly moved. Without batting an eyelash, he stood up and turned on his heels. He paused for a split second, all the while still not looking at you, only to jerk his head awkwardly into the direction of the door. 

A more than stupid invitation to follow him. Alright, you would play along. Fine. With another roll of your eyes, you followed the man out into the hallway. But instead of turning towards the front door, Kakashi turned the opposite way, down the hallway and further inside the home of your boss. Casually, like this was just another day in the park for him. Or like he had been here a few times already. 

Cautiously, you continued to follow him. Still, no word was spoken between the two of you, and like hell you would open this conversation yourself. It was his turn to speak up; his turn to open his mouth and speak, when he hadn’t spoken the entire fucking night. 

Kakashi abruptly turned towards an almost hidden door to the right. You nearly stumbled into him, glaring when you barely managed to stop. 

The door was like any other door in the hallway: a rich, dark brown, with a handle made out of brushed, blind metal and shimmering weakly in the light of the hallway. You watched how Kakashi struggled for a moment, only for his whole body to slump into itself and for his hand to lay on top of the handle. Like he had given up on resisting and just went with whatever Kushina told him.

The door swung open, slowly and enticingly, at the same time. You leaned forward, way too curious to wait for the door to fully open to catch just a glimpse of that mystery room. 

The first thing you noticed was the carpet in the room. Dark, with dark-blue swirls interrupting the rest of the fabric, yet oddly comforting and spreading out far into the room. One look at Kakashi, who just weakly gestured towards the door frame, and you stepped forward. 

His smell overwhelmed you in the split second you stepped over the doorstep. The mixture of sandalwood, minty soap and something else, heavy and sultry and spicy, filled every bit of air you breathed in, as you stood there and let your eyes roam around every inch you could see. 

The small, single bed in one corner immediately jumped into your vision. Dark-grey covers, dark-grey cushions and a black throw blanket covering most of the bed, but there was a small, worn-down and obviously well-loved plush dog sitting in the corner of the bed, closest to the pillow. There was a pinboard hanging above the bed, almost entirely covered with pictures over pictures, but you stood too far away to make out who was immortalized on this small photo-collage. To your right was a small, minimalistic desk, but so cluttered and covered with papers, you could barely make out anything else but the messy scrawl which had burned itself into your brain. 

It was so obvious that this was Kakashi’s room. But why did he have his own room at the house of his bosses? Was he some kind of slave to them? A part-time babysitter for Naruto when his marketing campaigns sucked? 

“There,” Kakashi muttered in your back, “my dark secret.”

“Secret,” you snorted as your eyes roamed over the neatly framed posters of hand-drawn art decorating the walls, “and what kind of secret that is.”

“Nothing else to say?”

“Just a few questions. For how long has it been like…” You gestured around the room, then to him, before your hands fell back to your sides. “Like this?”

He shrugged, only now also stepping into the room. His naked feet made no sound on the dark carpet. “A few years. Since I was… twelve? Thirteen, maybe.”

And he was now… what, maybe 26? 27? Even though you tried to not think about your bosses as evil enslavers, this room and Kakashi being pretty nonchalant about his situation made you think the worst. And how the fuck did they even meet? Or did they just pick up a strange kid from the orphanage? In your mind, you pictured a way younger Kakashi, with too big teeth, chubby cheeks and adorably cute for the puckered up asshole he would later become in life, overshadowed by the sinister darkness oozing out of Kushina and Minato.

No, nooo. Come on, that’s just bullshit.

Your imagination is doing overtime.

There has to be a reasonable explanation for this.

“And,” you took another look around the room, noting the clean state of everything, as well as a small bag with clothing sitting on a massive armchair, “they are… what exactly to you?”

Kakashi shrugged. “I mostly call them by their names. Why?”

You breathed deeply in. “Okay, I see that we’re not really getting anywhere with this, so I’m just fucking asking. What is happening here? What are our bosses to you, personally? Why the fuck do you have a room in their enormous flat,” you gestured around, arms flapping like the wings of a useless bird, “Like, holy shit, is this some kind of weird indoctrination into a cult in which I have to be a slave? Do I have to service them, lick their boots even more? Do I also have to live here now?”

“How much wine did you have at dinner?”

“Definitely a bit too much.”

“Mhm.” He nodded, only to shrug again. “Nothing of the cult-sort. I’m adopted.”

Your mind spun a bit further, only to come to a screeching halt. Yeah. Adoption was definitely more plausible than them being involved in a cult. After a short pause, you nodded, only to continue with a slightly calmed mind. “Okay, yeah. That’s… that makes sense.”

“Oh, does it?”

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes at his tone. “I know, the cult-thing was a bit too hasty. But come on, what was I supposed to think?”

“Well, for starters, anything normal would have been nice.” He clicked his tongue, but before you could hiss at him in return, he turned towards the armchair. Without looking at you, he brushed past you and sank into the massive cushions with a deep, long sigh. “Yes, yes. I’m an asshole, an idiot, and love devouring puppies for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. Indeed, you had been ready to hurl insults at him, but fair enough. That was probably by now a bit repetitive. Too easy to figure out. 

Before you could react, Kakashi continued, with his eyes closed and head dropping backwards against the backrest. “My dad died back when I was ten. Went through a few foster families before Minato and Kushina took me in. Since then, they let me live with them.”

There, no grand reveal, no big speech, no big dump of background info. Just plainly stating the facts without embellishing them, like it was no big deal. But it made so much sense in the scheme of things. 

Their familiarity with each other, the closeness, Naruto being so infatuated with Kakashi — he was basically his big brother — made so much sense. Just one small thing.

“And how come you work with them now?”

He sighed; a big exasperated sigh telling you that he expected this particular question sooner or later. “I work with them because I want to. Because they have a good firm with good creative people, because I like the benefits and their money. I didn’t get in because of my relationship with them.”

“Hey, a little bit of nepotism never hurt anybody but the ones not involved.”

“And that’s exactly why I don’t go out and brag about them.” His eyes snapped open, with his head propping up to look you in the eyes, with a look which you had never seen on him. “They are good people. Fuck, they didn’t even know I applied to them under a fake name and picture because I knew they would probably give my name more consideration. They judged my application for my skills alone, not my name or my face.” 

It sounded like he had that speech prepared, years and years, before you even asked the question. A defense for all the people who would find out about that particular circumstance, and together with the hard look in his eyes, he seemed prepared for everything. 

Just for a second, you could glimpse behind that facade. If that wasn’t his inner teenager jumping out, ready to lash out against the world as he felt wronged by the perception of the people around him, namely you. Without thinking, you put your hands up as a sign of you giving up.

“Alright, it’s fine. No need to explain it to me more.” 

“Feels like I had to.”

“Not really my place to judge, is it? Besides,” your mouth ran off while your brain still tried to find words or even comprehend what you were saying, “you are a marketing-genius, after all. The last Akatsuki-campaign, that wasn’t your face or your name, just… you. So, even if someone were to point out your connection to Minato and Kushina now, they would have to eat shit.”

“My.” Kakashi’s little chuckle sent shivers down your spine, for reasons you pushed entirely onto your tipsiness. “Was that a compliment?”

“Possibly, and you will never hear another one from me again.”

When Kakashi chuckled again, you couldn’t really deny smiling to yourself. It was nice, bickering like this. The tension from before was gone, blown away by the revelation. 

Kakashi had been adopted by Minato and Kushina. Lived with them since he was a teenager. He was an orphan. Of course, they were physically close, even though Kakashi seemed to bear it more than accept the closeness. Of course, Naruto knew him so well, jumped into his arms and chatted excitedly about his toys and friends with him.

However…

“That’s all nice and dandy,” you breathed in, locking onto his slumped form in his armchair, “but doesn’t explain why you’re such an asshole to me. Was it something I did? Something I said?”

Instantly, the relaxed posture of his tensed up. All of a sudden, the man couldn’t meet your eyes, all too interested in the carpet in which he dug his feet with a vigor you had usually seen only on dogs chasing after a steak. 

Or a dog being scared by the vet. One of the two. 

But you wouldn’t let that slide anymore, couldn’t let it slide. Not when you were this close to get some real answers, as he apparently was more talkative today — if now because of the threats by his parents or because he himself had a little bit too much wine, you didn’t care. You had to use this to your advantage and find out as much as possible! 

Again, you shrugged, before crossing your arms over your chest. “If it’s something I said to you, if I annoyed you when coming up to you and fangirling, then I apologize. Alright? I apologize if that is what gets you off my case.”

“It… it wasn’t that.”

“Then what else? Because you were an asshole from the get-go.”

Kakashi huffed lowly. “Can’t really argue with that, I guess.”

“Then, why? Why be so rude and pissy and…”

“Bastardly?”

“Yeah, that too.” You looked at him, trying to make out if he made a joke or not. “I just don’t… really understand. And still would like to.”

He groaned lowly. “And yet again, can’t really argue with that.”

Though, he still wasn’t answering. You waited, and waited, and waited a bit longer for good measure, but it soon became apparent Kakashi wasn’t willing to give anything away. Huffing and rolling your eyes to the heavens, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Fine. Then don’t tell me. Just say if you will try to be civil or not.”

At that, Kakashi perked up. “I will. If you try as well.”

“I’m not-!” You stopped and bit your tongue. His eyebrows rose in silent question, and in a spout of atypical realization, you rolled your eyes again, this time in exasperated agreement. “Fine. I may have also played a part in some… arguments. A small one. Miniscule, even.”

“How unusually agreeable of you. Sorry”, he immediately interjected as you were about to hiss at him for his comment. “Last comment. I promise.”

“That would be for the better”, you huffed. 

The silence stretching into eternity afterward was perhaps even more uncomfortable than the last one. Now, that you couldn’t really snap at him anymore, what was left? Making awkward jokes about the weather? 

“So…” Kakashi hummed. “Nice night we have, right? Not too hot, not too cold.”

For a long moment, you just looked at him. Could really only look at him, as the sheer absurdity of the situation crashed into you. There you were, in your bosses amazing home, with their two sons, one of them adopted and a disgustingly big thorn in your side, and even though you didn’t know the reason why exactly he harbored some kind of silly dislike for you, at least he promised to try and behave. 

This was truly your life, and it felt like a fucking romantic comedy. 

Instead of breaking into laughter, instead of having a mental breakdown, instead of doing anything rash and impulsive, you swallowed all of your instincts down, and merely smiled at the man. “Yeah. It’s… it’s nice tonight.”

Nothing was really cleared up. There were still so many questions left unanswered, but most of the time, life wasn’t like a neat little novel or movie, with all the strings tied up and well-connected. More often than not, there were loose ends, and you were the one having to decide what to do with those strings. This one, you could and probably should ignore, as not knowing what exactly Kakashi’s problem was probably the safest option. 

“I guess,” you spoke up, still smiling a little, “we’re done for the night then?”

Kakashi shrugged. “I guess so. That was probably their plan, anyway.”

“Us trying to get along?”

“Yes.”

“And…” You tried to be nice here, just this once. To try it out. “Any more plans for the night?”

If he noticed your efforts, he didn’t let it show. He just groaned as he pushed himself out of the armchair, all of a sudden towering over you when the entire talk, you were able to look down on him. Quickly, you took a tiny step backwards. Otherwise, he was way too close, all of a sudden. 

“I don’t know. Maybe I stay here for a bit longer, catch up with Minato and Kushina.”

“If you stay the night, Naruto will probably be happy.” You had no idea where that came from, but from the bottom of your heart, you knew it was true. But fuck, that observation was probably a few steps too far. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, no. It’s alright. And you’re right.” Kakashi sighed weakly. “He would be indeed overjoyed to see me in the morning.” 

“You don’t sound that excited about the prospect.”

“If you’re excited about a little boy using you as a trampoline, then please, go ahead.” Kakashi bowed his head a little. 

You were so close to again snap at him for the comment, as you felt like it was sarcasm, but stopped yourself just in time. No, that hadn’t been mean-spirited. If you really thought about it, it just had been a simple comment, continuing the conversation with a bit of humor and exasperated fondness for the young child. 

Nothing else.

“I don’t think,” you started slowly, every word on your tongue weighing heavily on your mind, “I would appreciate him rearranging my bones and intestines that way. So sorry for that.”

A low hum came from him, obviously satisfied with your answer. “See? I like my bones where they are, unharmed and not broken into pieces by a small boy’s feet.”

“Very understandable.” With a low sigh, you nodded towards the door. “I should get going then. It’s late.”

Kakashi hummed nonchalantly. Nothing but sheer understanding for the situation, which was a nice change in itself. No arguing. Though, you had no idea what to say now that you were left without the annoyance with him which usually would have filled the silence between the two of you. But there was one thing you just had to ask, and the question just tumbled out of your mouth to push aside the uncomfortable silence.

“Why did you ask me to work with you earlier?”

You had no idea what to expect. If Kakashi would answer or if he would clam up. It could go either way. So it was pretty interesting to watch his expression while you waited for an answer. 

At first, the man fell silent. His eyes flickered away, just for a split second, only to come back to your face. He needed a few seconds, but when he spoke up, his voice was calm and measured, every syllable as valuable as gold. 

“I didn’t want anyone to know that Minato and Kushina are my parents.”

“But…” You sighed weakly. “But why?”

He shrugged. “To avoid explaining all of this. To avoid being accused of nepotism. And would you like to be reprimanded by your parents in front of a colleague? I thought, if we could act like we cleared everything by ourselves, they wouldn’t force me to explain every little sad detail like I was still a bratty little teenager.”

“Oh, you grew out of that stage? Sorry,” you winced weakly, “that was my last comment.”

But to your surprise, Kakashi chuckled weakly. “Only fair. So… enough of all of that. We cleared our grievances, and we can work together from here on out.”

“Yeah. Sounds good to me.”

You really couldn’t wish for more than that. Still, when you said your goodbyes to Minato and Kushina, while you defended yourself from another glass of wine, when you left their apartment and caught your first undisturbed deep breath in the safety of the elevator, you couldn’t shake the gut feeling that, even though Kakashi answered your question, he still didn’t tell you the entire truth. 

But you couldn’t prove it, and really, it wasn’t your issue to deal with. The most important part was the safety of your job. Nothing else mattered.

Only when you stood outside, the brightly lit building looming far above your head, you noticed what Kakashi did. Or, to be more precise, what he didn’t fucking do.

This fucking bastard never apologized for putting you through the wringer. 

“That… fuck.” You didn’t know what you expected after this evening. But surely not this, with Kakashi again having the upper hand, even after being told to apologize by both his bosses and his parents, after him being forced to show a bit more of the person behind the asshole, after making you agree to being civil around each other, he still came out of this without a meaningful apology for what he did to you.

For another long moment, you stared at the building behind you, before climbing into your car, stomach filling with frustration and anger. Your hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white from the force, before you started the engine with a forceful turn of the key in the ignition and a bite to your lips.

I still don’t have to like him, I just have to work with him. And if he just lets me be, and we can focus on the project, then everything will be alright.

You snarled silently as you pulled out of the parking spot, controlling your boiling anger just enough to remember that being caught by the police with alcohol in your blood system would be awful. Maybe some of the cool night air would help. Rolling the window on the driver’s side down, you breathed in through your nose and out of your mouth, maintaining the last shred of your dignity and a shard of your broken pride. 

No more interactions with him. No more fights. Just no more trouble.

Fingers crossed. 

~ X ~

“And?” Kushina asked as Kakashi entered the living room again. “Will you stay the night?”

“I just might. It’s late, Pakkun is taken care of by Gai, and the drive would be long.” Kakashi shrugged weakly. “Besides, Naruto will be beside himself when he sees me tomorrow.”

She laughed at that, the throaty well-known sound being carried into every corner of the room, even over the soft whirring of the dishwasher. “Oh, I bet. So good to have you, but you know that you’re always welcome.”

“Still nice to hear it once in a while.”Kakashi answered, shrugged, only to look at Minato, who was melting into the couch by now. “I will make breakfast tomorrow. Is French toast okay?”

“More than okay. You know I won’t say no to your cooking.” Minato sighed out, while letting his shoulders roll. “Is everything cleared up, though? No more complaints about a fight fluttering into my office?”

“Everything is alright.” 

“What was that about, anyway? I can’t remember the last time you did your hazing.”

“I didn’t exactly “haze” her.”

“Tell that Obito. Or Gai. Or Rin, but you stopped on your own there, so it doesn’t really count.” Kushina shrugged as Kakashi glared at her. “I’m just stating the facts. Statistically speaking, all the people you somehow like are going through some hazing. Which still doesn’t make it right, by the way.”

Better not to answer that. Or say anything, as Kakashi knew that she was right. He definitely had a problem with approaching new people. His therapist told him nearly every session. 

That didn’t mean though that he was doing the same again. He had enough friends, enough people which cared about him, enough family-!

Well, there could never be enough people to care. He had to learn this lesson early enough in life, after all. 

But not her. No, absolutely not. Even though he already did some stupid shit to her, there was no particular reason for it, thus he could stop anytime with that. Simple. 

Alright, maybe there was a tiny, stupid reason for it, but nothing big. 

Yeah, no. Kakashi weakly sighed and shook his head. He couldn’t even convincingly lie to himself, how the fuck would he be able to lie to Kushina without ratting himself out? 

“I don’t know what you mean”, he said instead.

“Mhm.” Kushina raised her eyebrows. “Sure, you have no idea.”

“Absolutely none.”

“Well, whatever it is,” Minato smiled that same unbearably gentle smile Kakashi knew all too well, “it’s good that it’s cleared up, and we talk like adults with each other now. Alright?”

He shrugged. “Alright.” 

So, he just had to be nice from now on. Easy, right? Easy enough. Well, nicer than he was already, but actually showing it to another person… Dangerous territory. On the inside, Kakashi sighed again, but didn’t show it to his parents. Instead, he just shook his head with a mocking grin, stood up from the couch in the living room, hugged Kushina from the side, hugged Minato as well, only to wave over his shoulder once more before he left the room. 

Time to hit the hay. He had to be on his toes in the morning, after all, and be ready to show a different side from him to you, too.

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Fun Facts about each WCR Protagonist: Crowfeather Edition!

He had an incredible bond with his mother when he was little, and his older brother, Eaglefoot. His father, Deadfoot, sadly died when Crowkit was small, roughly 2 moons old. He feels like he has to make his dad proud and put some pressure onto himself.

Originally, he did not want to go on the Journey. The first cat to come to him was Ashfoot's old friend, Morningflower, who died in the place of Gorsepaw during TPB.

He had a "friendship" with Cranberrypaw as they train together. Cranberrypaw claims they are friends, and acts friendly towards him, but to him, she is like an annoying little sister, and he doesn't want to think about a sister after losing his own...

He also has a bit of a rivalry with Nightpaw/Nightcloud. She got her name early after catching managing to bringing down a hawk single hand- er... Single pawed? She killed a hawk and managed to bring home a load of grubs to eat.

His brother and sister, Hillkit and Downkit, survived, but his sister Downpaw died from a poisoned rabbit. That night, his father visited him with his sister and told him that to prevent the whole Clan, no, the whole FOREST, from having Downpaw's fate, he needed to go. This was the push that made him go on the Journey.

He is a descendant of Moon Flight, through her kits. One of their own descendants had was a surrogate for a Windclan couple and accidentally brought the Windstar Bloodline back to Windclan. It is most likely on Honey Pelt's side.

This means, though it doesn't matter in terms of Kin, he is related to Blackstar, who is the descendant of Spider Paw.

He and Feathertail are no longer having a weird 20-minute romance arc. Instead, she helps him with his grief and feelings about legacy. She is a good friend and like a big sister to him.

Leafpaw, however, IS on the Journey with them, and the 2 become close. They genuinely develop interest, then like, then adoration, then real love for each other.

Crowfeather's brother, Hillfang (who got his name while Crowpaw was on the Journey) is a massive Musclaw supporter, and after that battle, when Hillfang is killed, he and Leafpool run away together at Leafpool's suggestion.

He is overjoyed when Leafpool tells him she is pregnant, but also heartbroken. If he leaves for Thunderclan, Onestar is going to pitch a fit and possibly start war. Onestar changed after getting those lives. He doesn't trust anyone anymore.

Nightcloud was also in hot water. She was a huge Mudclaw supporter, probably his biggest, and her loyalty is being questioned constantly. She and Crowfeather are BOTH up for exile.

They don't want to be mates, but suddenly settling down and starting a family would definitely ease suspicions. Ah, of course, they were just young adults who weren't sure what they wanted in life!

He and Nightcloud just... Weren't meant to be together. While he did bring her food and some stuff for her nest while she was pregnant, even naming their stillborn son Cloudkit. The other son, the one who lasted for about only a few minutes, was named by Nightcloud to be Smokekit. (Yes, this is where Breezepelt gets a name idea for his own daughter, Smokehaze.)

Crowfeather at first suggests to Leafpool when she tells him she is pregnant that they should run again, raise their kits somewhere else, away from judgement. Unfortunately, Leafpool is too emotional for that conversation.

He and Leafpool actually did discuss names though, they picked The Three's names.

He didn't name Breezepelt (Breezekit was a name Nightcloud always liked, and Crowfeather struggled to pick names with Leafpool already) but in WCR, he actually does love his son. The big problem? He never loved Nightcloud, and didn't want to be with her at all. They fight constantly. Nightcloud loves Breezepelt with her whole heart and soul, but Crowfeather, still having deep love for his Thunderclan family, doesn't feel right about it. Is it okay to love Breezepelt? He knows he and Nightcloud should never have been mates, he never wanted to be with her, but does that mean Breezepelt shouldn't exist? He thinks about it a lot.

He and Nightcloud, however, both agreed heavily on who Breezekit's mentor would be. Whitetail! Fitting that Whitetail's daughter Heatherkit would be apprenticed to Crowfeather!

During A Broken Crow's Nest, the reduxed Crowfeather's Trial, he LEAVES Windclan to join Thunderclan permanently, after finding Nightcloud and helping her and her new mate Pickle get back into Windclan. He is still in Thunderclan as of River. His first Thunderclan appearance is in The Hopeless Storm.

He was penalized by Bramblefake for being a Codebreaker and has his apprentice taken away for fear that he would "corrupt" him. His apprentice was Baypaw, who was switched over to Frogsong, a warrior who followed Bramblefake's every word.

He is extremely proud of all his children. Hollyleaf AND Breezepelt are both deputies in their respective Clans.

[wonderlandhour]

Lazuli Kingshcolar

Ashlynn and Leona, the Queen and King Consorts and members of the Royal Draconia Hoard, are both the spouses of King Malleus Draconia.

The only child of the royal family to not bear the family name Draconia is the fourth child, Lazuli Kingscholar. He was born with that last name, despite being singularly the child of Ashlynn and Leona with no blood ties to Malleus, as they never cared for the aspect of blood making a family. But his last name changed when he was 4 years old, because his cousin Cheka and his wife were barren, and the royal court of the Sunset Savannah refused to accept their adoptive daughter into the royal lineage. Thus, the last person of Pure Kingscholar Lineage to inherit the throne after Cheka, was none other than the young prince of Briar Valley, Lazuli.

Lazuli, crown prince of the Sunset Savannah, is a mere 8 years of age, and very protective of his papa. He's aware from how protective his papa is of him that people are mean to him and that they don't like he's next in line for the throne. So he takes any opportunity to tell anyone giving his Papa the 'stinky eye' or smelling bad around them that his Papa is the bestest and they're stupid. Papa tried to stop it at first, but Mama told him to keep his Papa safe. So Leona gave up on stopping that particular behavior after a while.

Lazuli, Zuzu and Lili by his sisters and Grandpa Lilia and Zuli by his parents and Cousin Cheka, can sometimes get into trouble. But for as many palae staff that are annoyed by him, more are absolutely endeared by him. it's the older staff who was there before Leona married Malleus that don't like him. much of the younger staff adore the small prince who's so innocently protective of his dad. The twins take a decent number of trips after the naming of heir to ever leave him alone, but when it becomes clear that both everyday citizen and palace worker alike adore him more than they hate him, they relax a bit.

While his antics of protectiveness are uncommon out in public, he loves coming to the Sunset Savannah and going into the city. going around to shop keepers and asking about what they're selling and why they're selling it and if they've been doing it a long time and how much does it cost- then he'll run over to his family or the two guards that sometimes accompany him and take his little coin pouch. Lazuli will taken his allowance for the excursion and sit down in a place he thinks is out of the way (it usually not) and attempt to count out the money he needs in exact change. When he was a bit younger someone would sometimes stop and he'd get a little crowd while he figured it out. more often than not, when asked why he was buying a anything but food to eat right then, people would ask what he's gonna do with it. It was rare he ever made a purchase for himself, it was always a gift for someone.

The most common gift he'd buy would be for Uncle Bek, his family, or for Uncle Jac-Jac! He loves Uncle Jac-Jac and his family and Uncle Bek's family. Uncle Bek's dad has pink hair and he's fun! He gives him sweets and stuff that the others won't touch. As a rule, iron doesn't exist in Briar Valley, but the few time she was offered it, when he was young enough to not know better, Lazuli hated it. with zero history of an iron allergy on either side of his parentage, he somehow ended up with an Iron Allergy. Leona finds this hilarious and claims he got his iron allergy via osmosis.

[myshredda]

Hi again, I'm the anon that asked about names and I'm working on my thing, but I've been rewatching both seasons a ton to get characterization right and oh my god. I finally get the implications at the end of Love. Do you have any fluffy headcanons to distract me bc I'm lowkey freaked out right now lmao. I will never be able to look at Shrignold the same again oh my god

Hello! Glad to hear you're still working on your fic 🥰 I hope it's going well! And yes. The love episode... the one with the catchiest song and the creepiest undertones :/ (I don't think there's concrete vibes of what's supposed to be 'implied' tbh, i think it's mainly commentary on how cults can prey on the venerable with a weird fucking unnerving bit at the end for some good gore/shock value shots, or at least that's what i'm telling myself to feel better lol)

A lot of my fluffier headcanons are already in a couple of my fics or are being kicked around on this blog!

Duck cooks the most (based on his curry and the lovely chicken picnic) in my AU specifically he's started to cook more carb-y foods because he wants to make sure they're all eating enough, much like a grandma immediately feeding you the second you step foot in the house, it's how he shows love

Red is the designated tall person and is always the one that has to get things down from high places. He'll also take things away from the other two and stash them up high if they're annoying him or fighting over something, and will leave it up there until everyone's calmed down

Due to the significant lack of lips in this family they can't really 'kiss' each other so Red's taken to headbutting as a form of endearment (which is something I do!) and will kind of press his forehead onto the other persons and leave it there. Duck pretends not to like it but he loves it. Yellow loves it so much he gets excited and will accidentally headbutt the others at like 1000 miles an hour and potentially knock himself and the other person out

Duck specifically preens the others as a form of endearment, and he loves playing with the other's hair in the way birds preen other bird's feathers. He'll help Red get knots and things out of his yarn and he likes to fiddle with Yellow's hair if he thinks it's too messy (all while scolding them for looking sloppy of course)

(sometimes he'll nibble at them with his beak if he's feeling especially lovey-dovey, it's all very adorable)

(Yellow really REALLY loves it when he does that and just shrieks with laughter the whole time)

Red and Duck's love language is bickering and bitching at each other, all in a very passive aggressive british way of course. Very much old married couple vibes there, but in a way where they'll tell each other to shut the fuck up with love and then make dinner together while drinking wine or whatever it is old men do

Duck and Yellow also like to bicker with each other and make jokes, Yellow loves to call Duck old because he gets all pissy about it and Duck will make him do extra chores as punishment for being disrespectful but will usually help out if he thinks Yellow is being too slow (which he always does) This relationship is heavily based on the relationship I have with my mother, everything's a joke and we're always talking shit until it isn't and then it's all love

Also 100% my mother would bite me and give me rabies if I was pissing her off I don't think that affects Duck's parental status that's like normal and also they're british so....

Red is a HUGE snuggler, especially in my AU where he's getting chubbier and learning to be happy. He uses his bigger size to kind of pounce on whoever he wants to hug and squeeze them and shake them around because he can't contain or verbalize how much he cares about them

If Yellow has any trouble sleeping he just crawls into one of the other's beds (he's in the middle so it's usually 50/50 who he'll go to) and immediately steals the blankets and puts his cold feet on their legs. The other two are usually don't care (red) or claim they're too tired to move him (but actually doesn't mind that much) (duck)

They all stim. Duck rocks in his chair or flaps his wings, Red hums and fiddles with whatever's in his hands, Yellow kicks his feet and flaps his hands, he also has the tendency to dance around when he's happy.

Yellow would 100% be that kid that loves Minecraft and slime

He tries to make slime one time and gets it caught in Red's yarn and cries his eyes out because he thinks it's going to make Red bald and bald people scare him

Duck makes Red wash his head in the sink and somehow gets it all out and then Yellow cries more because he's happy Red isn't going to be bald

Duck 100% watches old lady british soap operas and BBC murder series like Midsomer Murders or Vera or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (Australian but whatever)

Yellow watches kids tv shows on PBS or HBO Family, Documentary series about animals (or any other NPR smart people show) the news, numbers stations, and british morning talkshows

Red watches whatever is on tv that the other two want to watch and I feel like he probably likes to watch footy

they all love each other very much because I SAID SO

[dolorum-magne]

My tgs headcanons! I tried to do 5 each for each main character!

Henry Jekyll

-will absolutely talk your ear off about science if you let him. Mention literally anything about science or alchemy or any of his other interests his face will light up and he'll talk for hours. Robert loves it

-if there isn't already a library in his old house or the society I bet he'd want one. His prized possession aside from his science stuff hes collected over the years (like his glass cabinets full of poisons and such) is probably an old copy of frankenstein from when he was a kid. It's worn, faded, and almost falling apart from being read over and over again for years. He probably doesn't read it much anymore (both from lack of time and probably wanting to keep it in the best condition possible) but keeps it on a shelf somewhere as a little keepsake.

-definitely some kind if ND in my opinion. Maybe I'm projecting a little, but I believe it wholeheartedly

-his favourite seasons are autumn and summer. He liked the leaves and the colours and sitting with a hot drink by the fire when its a bit chilly during the fall, and probably enjoys the warm weather. I think it'd be nice for taking zosi for walks

-Dislikes winter but for a different reason than Lanyon. His immune system is canonically shot due to his issues with insomnia so he'll get absolutely taken out during flu season (learned that from the story sketchbook from SabCots online store!) I just imagine him and Robert holed up in an office or one of their houses in front of the fire absolutely swamped with blankets while Henry's got the sniffles and Robert's just cold lol.

Edward Hyde

-headcanon him as a shameless flirt but his brain would probably short circuit if someone flirted back lol

-loves science just as much as Henry even if he won't admit it.

-(this was commented on my other post and i loved this one so I'm adding it here) Hyde is double jointed and uses it to freak people out.

-collects random things like trinkets and spare change.

-hides thing in weird places for Henry to find later to annoy him

Robert Lanyon

-I think he's a dog person I think about this headcanon a lot actually, and there is a reason behind it! In the bleeding heart (tgs prequel comic) he tells Henry he "has no idea how many dogs they've lost in those woods" when talking about the woods outside his families holiday home in Lausanne. I know hes most likely talking about hunting dogs (probably foxhounds or similar breed since fox+game hunting was a common sport for centuries. Maybe still is idk) , bit either way its easy to assume he may have grown up around them (and as I'm a huge dog person) it was easy for me to assume he's at least fond of dogs, also since Henry has a dog and Robert doesn't seem to mind at all. Either way i think Robert is a dog person and even though I only have a tiny bit of evidence to base it on but it's probably my favourite headcanon.

-I think he has a sweet tooth. No explanation for this one. -favourite colours is purple.

-has an eye for detail in different arts. Fashion, architecture, music, etc. I think he enjoys art

-favourite season is definitely summer

Rachel Pidgley

-cooks people things to show she cares about them. It's why she let's Edward steal cookies when she bakes them, why she made all that food for Jasper.

-she used to be Henry's personal cook at his house before he started the society and she became the day manager. I think that when Henry spends the night on his couch in his office (which is probably very often) she probably leaves breakfast and tea outside his door in the morning because he'd probably forget to eat otherwise.

-enjoys baking more than other types of cooking

-helped Hyde distress the end of his cape to make sure he didn't tear it too badly and fray check the edges

Jasper Kaylock

-probably would let Christopher the mud phoenix sleep in his bed with him during the colder months both because he loves his creatures and because hes his own personal heater. Wouldn't be surprised if this had cost him a few sets of sheets in the past.

-someone commented this on my original post about headcanons and I loved it so I'm adding it to mine but Jasper tilts his head to the side like a dog when he's confused.

-probably would enjoy a good scratch behind the ears lol

-definitely has too many creatures, loves all of them

-collects rocks and trinkets. His pockets are probably always full of random things