#I’m fully /srs about this

[astronomodome]

I hope we all draw impulse maids if/when he joins tumblr for realsies because it’s the perfect introduction. If he can’t deal with that he can’t deal with tumblr but if he’s chill with it we can coexist

[silverthelovebug]

Generational Trauma! For kids!!!!

The most effective thing about Ever After High is that every student has their own personal struggle that adds another element to just how life-ruining the destiny system is.

Apple is so terrified of what will happen to her if she doesn’t follow her destiny, that she is willing to compromise everyone else’s happiness to make sure it happens. This disregard for other people is only encouraged by the influential adults in her life.

Ashlynn has to be a servant to an abusive family and live knowing that the ultimate end to her supposedly happy ending is dying to set the stage for her daughters traumatic backstory, starting the whole cycle over again with no chance for any of them to escape.

Blondie feels so pressured to fit in to a deeply classist/monarchist society and ashamed of her parentage that she constantly presents a fake version of herself to everyone she knows, even her best friends.

Briar has to spend her whole life waiting for the moment her destiny comes and she falls asleep for a century. She knows that when she’s woken up, she will be forced to marry a boy dozens of years younger than her who she’s never met and live knowing that everyone she ever loved is dead and gone, the very things that she watched cause her mother’s emotional breakdown.

Cedar’s father was so afraid of watching her repeat his mistakes that he overcorrected, making it impossible for her to ever learn lessons for herself. She is also forced to share incredibly personal details with anyone who asks her questions, and can’t be trusted by her friends with any of their secrets, and it’s all because of her father’s past trauma.

Cerise has to hide who she truly is and never gets to see her family together and happy despite the fact that her parents have potentially the most healthy and mutually beneficial marriage in the whole franchise.

Daring was groomed from birth for a destiny that ends up not actually being his at all, leaving him aimless, feeling as though he has no purpose and has wasted his entire life.

Darling is forbidden by patriarchy and destiny to become a knight, the only thing she really wants, and at which she would be better than both of her brothers. She has to hide who she is and what she loves from everyone she knows

Dexter lived his whole life never knowing what his destiny would be but also knowing that whatever it was he’d have to commit to it forever the moment he discovered it at Legacy Day.

Duchess has spent her whole life knowing that the story she’s commited to living out ends in tragedy for her, and then had to watch the very people she’s been jealous of for years because of their seemingly happy endings give up those endings, while Duchess, loyal and rule following Duchess, is still stuck with her tragedy.

Faybelle tries so hard to commit to what she sees at her destiny that she’s never had a real friend in her life. Even still, no one recognizes her for all that effort and all she’s given up to be a suitable villain. Everyone is more afraid of Raven, who doesn’t even want to be evil.

Hunter has to constantly go against his moral compass to fulfill his destined role as a Huntsman and to try and make his father proud of him.

Kitty has been taught over and over again to value her Mother’s approval over all else, even at the expense of her friends. Her destiny is to create mischief, but how much more mischief can a dissolving world take before it’s too much?

Lizzie finds it almost impossible to express love or care for anyone else due to her mothers excessive conditioning that’s nearly akin to brainwashing. The saddest thing might be that her mother is actually, in her own way, trying her best to prepare Lizzie for a world that will only ever see her one way—as a villain. Now she lives in Ever After, princess to a kingdom that might not even exist for much longer, having given up everything for a destiny that may soon be impossible.

Maddie is a refugee forced from her home into a world she barely understands at a tender age. But she cannot express any angst or negative feelings about this circumstance, because to do so would go against her character. She lives in a world obsessed with destiny and stories while not even knowing if she’ll ever be able to return home and live out her story.

Raven is judged by almost everyone around her for her mothers crimes, many of which were required of her by destiny in the first place. She is nearly forced to commit to becoming a tyrannical megalomaniac (and almost falls into it herself, several times) who would be sentenced to lifelong punishment and torture for committing acts that weren’t even her idea in the first place, and the one punishing her would have been the very girl who begged so often for her to stop being so difficult and just follow her destiny.

[kavehater]

If I had a genie and could make one wish I’d wish that romantic relationships and anything to do with falling in love would be completely eradicated from existence. Not only is it gross and weird, but it’s also fundamentally an issue, like you can’t tell me it’s anything feasible to yearn for or believe in when so many crimes hardships and negativity stems as a by product of love. I wish everyone was aroace and we sprout from the soil via mitosis but somehow we still have genetic variation bc it’s a unique sub section of mitosis where it’s a hybrid of mitosis and meiosis.

[bed-chemist]

ommmmg can u write something with nicolas being a new dad x reader wife 🙏🙏🙏 maybe them visiting his family during a short trip and him being sooooooo daddyyyy 😭😭 after seeing him in those GH pic with this baby …. 🥵😮‍💨 i just need a dad imagines with him since there isn’t any

❝Juno❞

─⋆♡ summary: You’re married to Nicholas Chavez and you bring your newborn baby to meet his grandparents.

─⋆♡ warnings: pregnancy, postpartum depression, fluff, allusions to sex but no smut, Daddy!Nicholas Chavez, Y/N used a few times, 1st person POV. as always i’m always learning so correct me if i missed something!!

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask & shoutout to that person because this was super sweet to write. there’s no public info on his parents and i felt weird looking for it so here’s some Chavez grandparents content. since this may be your introduction to me, i do write in first person, just inserting Y/N. 2nd and 3rd person are absolutely insufferable to me and make me wanna die. with that being said, i’m glad there’s no shortage of those fics on this website. my masterlist is the pinned post on my profile and i hope you all enjoy this imagine! ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

The journey to Nicholas’ grandparents’ house is filled with quiet anticipation. We haven’t visited in a while, not since Colette was born. I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of introducing Colette to her great-grandparents, Nick SR and Betty. Nicholas always speaks of them with such affection, often recounting tales from his childhood spent at their cozy home. They were instrumental in raising him, and their influence is deeply ingrained in who he’s become. Now, I’m eager to see how they’ll respond to our little family, especially to me as a new mother.

The sun is high in the sky as we pull into the gravel driveway, which crunches under the tires. The house is a charming, white colonial-style home with flower boxes beneath the windows, bursting with vibrant blooms. It looks like something out of a postcard—quaint and welcoming. Nicholas squeezes my hand as he turns off the car.

“You ready for this?” he asks, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

I smile, though my heart races. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I respond unwilling to let his hand go for the last time.

I eventually gain enough strength to go a second without touching him. We both step out of the car, and I unbuckle Colette from her car seat, carefully lifting her into my arms. She’s dressed in a soft, pastel onesie with tiny flowers embroidered on the front. Her big espresso colored eyes, so much like Nicholas’, blink up at me as she squirms a little in my hold. I kiss her soft forehead, breathing in that sweet baby scent that always seems to calm my nerves.

Before we even reach the front door, it flies open, and Betty appears on the porch. Her face lights up in a radiant smile as she hurries down the steps toward us. She’s a small woman, but she moves with surprising speed and agility, her silver hair tied back in a loose bun.

“There she is! Oh, it’s about time!” Betty exclaims, ignoring Nicholas entirely as she comes straight for me and Colette. Her arms are wide open, and she pulls me into a hug, careful not to crush the baby between us. “You, my darling, look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. And this precious girl…” Her voice trails off as she gazes at Colette with shining eyes. “Oh, she’s just perfect.”

I laugh softly, returning her hug. “I’ve missed you, Mrs. Betty and thank you.”

Betty steps back, her hands still on my arms, her attention fully on Colette. “No, thank you! You brought another little angel into our family,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve made me the happiest great-grandmother.”

Nicholas, standing off to the side, grins as he watches the scene unfold. “Hey, Grandma,” he chimes in, clearly amused. “Good to see you too.”

Betty waves a hand in his direction without even glancing his way. “Yes, yes, Nicholas. We’ll get to you in a minute.” Her eyes shimmer as she reaches out to gently stroke Colette’s chubby cheek. “She’s absolutely precious,” she coos. “She looks just like Nicholas did when he was a baby.”

Just then, Nicholas’ grandfather steps out onto the porch, his tall frame casting a shadow as he approaches us. His blue eyes light up when he sees me holding Colette. “Well, if it isn’t our favorite girl,” he says with a warm grin, pulling me into a quick hug before peering down at Colette. “And look at this—another beauty in the family. You’ve done well,” he adds, giving Nicholas a nod of approval before clapping him on the shoulder.

“Well she is 50% of me so…” Nicholas’s twinge of jealousy for his favorite girls peeks out.

“Oh, hush, Nicholas,” Betty replies, waving a hand at him dismissively before turning to me again. “Come on, dear, let’s get you inside. You must be exhausted after the drive. And you must let me hold this precious girl as soon as you’re settled.”

Inside the house, the smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and flowers. The living room is cozy and welcoming, filled with family photos and knick-knacks that speak of years of love and memories. There are pictures of Nick as a little boy, his brother, and even one of us on our wedding day.

Betty leads us to the couch, offering to take Colette for a little while so I can rest. “She’s such a calm baby,” Betty remarks as she cradles Colette in her arms. “I remember Nicholas being a little firecracker at this age—always kicking and fussing. But you, my dear, are an angel, aren’t you?” she coos, her voice full of love as Colette blinks up at her.

Nick Sr. settles into an armchair nearby, watching with a contented smile. “Betty’s right,” he says, his voice warm. “Nick was a handful. Always running around and getting into trouble. I don’t know how we managed to keep up with him.”

Nicholas chuckles, settling beside me on the couch and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Yeah, I’ve heard those stories a few times.”

“I bet you have,” Betty says, her eyes twinkling. “But look at you now—such a wonderful father and husband. We’re so proud of you.”

My heart swells at their words, and I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. It’s clear how much they love Nicholas and how deeply they cherish their family. Their affection extends to me as well, making me feel welcomed in a way that eases the nervousness I had felt earlier.

Betty carefully passes Colette back to me, and I can’t help but notice how her eyes linger on us—on the way I hold my daughter, the way Colette nuzzles into me. After a moment, she glances at Nick Sr., sharing a look that seems to speak volumes.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Betty says suddenly, rising from her seat with a bright smile. “We have something to show you.”

She disappears into another room, returning moments later with a large, leather-bound photo album. She hands it to Nicholas with a wide grin. “These are pictures of you when you were about Colette’s age. I thought it’d be fun to compare.”

Nicholas takes the album and begins flipping through the pages, his eyes lighting up as he sees the photos. “Oh wow,” he says, pointing to a picture of himself as a baby, bundled in a blanket. “Look at that, she really does look like me.”

I lean over to see the photo, and sure enough, the resemblance is striking. Colette has inherited her father’s dark hair and expressive eyes, and there’s something about the way she smiles that’s undeniably Nicholas Chavez.

Betty beams. “She’s got that same spark in her eyes that you had. And those cheeks! I could pinch them all day.”

I can’t help but smile as Nicholas flips through more photos—Nicholas as a toddler, covered in mud from head to toe; Nicholas on his first day of school, looking serious and determined; Nicholas holding a toy sword, pretending to be a knight. It’s clear that his grandparents were there for all of it, capturing every moment with care.

“Look at this one,” Nicholas says, laughing as he holds up a picture of himself as a toddler, sitting in a high chair with spaghetti sauce smeared all over his face.

Betty chuckles. “You loved spaghetti. Still do, if I remember correctly.”

As we continue to flip through the album, Betty excuses herself and motions for me to follow her into the kitchen. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what she wants to talk about, but her kind smile reassures me.

Once we’re alone, she turns to me, her expression soft and full of understanding. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing a wonderful job, Y/N,” she says, her voice gentle. “Being a new mom is hard, and it can feel overwhelming sometimes. But from what I’ve seen, you’re handling it beautifully.”

I feel a lump form in my throat at her words, the unexpected kindness bringing a surge of emotion. “Thank you,” I say quietly. “It’s been… challenging at times. I have moments where I wonder if I’m doing it right.”

Betty reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it gently. “Those moments of doubt are normal. Every mother feels them. But you have such a natural way with Colette. She feels safe and loved with you—that’s the most important thing.”

I nod, blinking back tears. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like I should be able to do more. I get so tired, and Nick’s been amazing, but…” I trail off, stopping myself from revealing my biggest insecurities.

Betty’s eyes soften even more. “It’s okay to ask for help, dear. You don’t have to do it all on your own. If you ever need anything—advice, a break, someone to talk to—you can always come to me. I’m here for you, and so is Nicholas. We’re all family now,” she offers.

Her words wrap around me like a comforting embrace, and for the first time in a while, I feel a sense of relief. “Thank you,” I whisper, grateful beyond words.

Betty smiles and gives my hand another gentle squeeze. “You’re doing wonderfully. Just remember to take care of yourself too, okay?”

I nod, my heart swelling with appreciation for this woman who has welcomed me into her family with open arms. As we walk back into the living room, I feel lighter, the weight of my doubts lifting just a little.

Nicholas looks up as we enter, his eyes softening as they meet mine. “Everything okay?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. “Yeah,” I say softly. “Everything’s perfect.”

As the afternoon fades into evening, Betty leans forward with a warm smile, her hands clasped in her lap. “It’s been so wonderful having you all here today,” she says, her eyes soft as she looks between Nicholas, me, and Colette. “Why don’t you stay the night? It’s been far too long since we’ve had a full house, and we’d love the chance to spend more time with you.”

Nicholas turns to me, his voice gentle as he asks, “What do you think? We don’t have anywhere to rush off to, and it would give me a break from driving back tonight.”

I hesitate for a moment, weighing the offer. I think about Colette’s bedtime routine, the packed bags in the car, and my own exhaustion. But as I glance around at the warmth of the house, Nick’s grandparents’ eager faces, and the calmness that seems to settle over everything, I feel myself relax. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a change of scenery, and the idea of spending more time here—surrounded by family—sounds like exactly what I need.

“That sounds wonderful,” I say, smiling at Betty. “Thank you. We’d love to stay.”

Betty’s face lights up, and Nick Sr. nods with a wide grin. “Perfect,” he says. “We’ve got the guest room ready, and I can set up the bassinet in the guest room next to it. It’ll be like old times, having a little one in the house again.”

Betty stands, already making her way toward the kitchen. “I’ll put some tea on for later. You two make yourselves at home.”

Nicholas squeezes my hand, a smile spreading across his face. “See? It’s going to be a nice, quiet night—just us, Colette, and the best grandparents ever.”

The evening unfolds comfortably from there. Betty and Nick Sr. share stories about Nick’s childhood over cups of tea, their voices light with laughter and nostalgia. As the night deepens, we finally make our way to the guest room. It’s cozy and inviting, with a soft bedspread, and warm lighting.

Colette falls asleep easily after nursing, making for an easy bedtime routine. Nicholas and I kiss her on the forehead goodnight once we’ve got her situated in the bassinet. We separate briefly to prep for bed and when I’m finished, I crack open the door to the en-suite bathroom.

Nicholas looks up from a script, setting it to the side of the bedside table. My feet patter over to him and he pulls back the duvet for me to climb in. “I’m so tired,” I note as I slide between the sheets.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. “I know, baby. Maybe my grandparents will watch her in the morning so we can sleep in,” he theorizes lowly, but I can still feel the bass of his voice rumbling from his chest into my back.

I sigh, letting my eyes flutter closed. It’s been an emotional day, and I’m ready for sleep. “It’s okay if they can’t. I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he breathes out with his lips kissing my ear one last time.

My body lets me drift into sleep, hearing nothing but Nicholas’ breathing and the faint sound of crickets outside. But that peace is eventually interrupted by the familiar sound of Colette’s soft cry filling the quiet room.

I blink awake, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where I am. The dimly lit room feels unfamiliar, and for a brief, groggy moment, I can’t remember how we ended up here. But then the memories come rushing back—the visit to Nick’s grandparents, Betty’s kind words, the warmth of the evening.

With a heavy sigh, I sit up in bed, my body aching with fatigue. I haven’t gotten nearly enough sleep, and Colette’s cries, though soft, feel like they’re pulling me out of the little bit of rest I’ve managed. The sheets feel cold, and for the first time tonight, I realize Nick’s arms aren’t wrapped around me as they usually are.

The bed dips beneath me, and I hear the soft thud of feet padding across the floor. “Shit,” Nicholas mutters under his breath as he comes into view. I lift my head, watching him groggily fumble with the baby monitor to turn down the volume.

His chocolate tinted eyes meet mine in the dimly lit room, his face softened with a sleepy smile. “I got it, baby. Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.

I don’t resist as my head falls back onto the pillow. Nicholas tucks the duvet around my shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring, and leans down to kiss my forehead before slipping out of the room.

As my eyes flutter shut once again, I can’t help but feel immense gratitude for him—for understanding, for seeing me. Nicholas has always been an amazing partner, but since Colette was born, something has deepened. Maybe it's the way he’s embraced fatherhood, those tender daddy traits emerging in him day by day.

I don’t know how long I drift in and out of sleep before the bed dips once more. This time, I turn over to face Nicholas, only to find him kneeling on top of the duvet, cradling Colette in his arms. He gently rocks her, and his brown eyes, full of apology, meet mine. “I'm sorry, babe,” he says softly. “She’s hungry, and I checked the fridge and my Grandma must’ve given her the rest. We’re out of pumped milk,” he gives his valid reason for disturbing me.

With a tired sigh, I push myself up, scooting back against the headboard. “It’s okay,” I reply, motioning for Nicholas to hand Colette to me. “It’s not your fault I don’t pump fast enough for her.”

Nicholas shifts closer, still kneeling, his eyes warm with reassurance. “It’s not your fault either, baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You’re doing everything right. She’s just got my appetite, that’s all.”

Nick’s words bring a smile to my face as I take our little girl in my arms, feeling the love and support that radiates from him. Colette’s small body relaxes the moment she’s nestled in my arms, and I adjust my position to help her latch on. Instinctively, her tiny mouth finds its way, and I feel that familiar pull as she begins to nurse. The room is quiet now, save for the soft sounds of her feeding and the gentle rustle of the duvet as Nicholas shifts beside me, sitting back in his spot where he just laid.

The weight of exhaustion still presses heavily on my body, but there's something calming about this moment—something intimate and grounding. Colette’s little hand rests against my skin, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she nurses. Despite the tiredness, I feel a sense of peace wash over me.

Nicholas watches us, his expression soft and filled with admiration. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender. "You’re amazing, you know that?" he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath in the dark.

I smile faintly, my heart swelling at his words, but before I can respond, he continues, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don’t tell you enough how much I love you... both of you." His gaze flickers to Colette, his eyes warm and full of adoration. "Watching you with her... seeing how strong you are, how much you give every day. You’ve made me the luckiest man in the world, Y/N."

His words sink into me, wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. The weight of my earlier guilt begins to lift, replaced by the quiet assurance that I’m not alone in this. We’re a team, navigating the highs and lows together.

"I love you too," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion as I glance down at Colette, her soft breaths steady against me. "And I’m so grateful for you. I couldn’t do this without you."

Nicholas leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment as if sealing the promise of his words. "You’re the best mom, you know that? And she’s lucky to have you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin.

I close my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his presence and feeling the steady rhythm of Colette’s nursing. In this moment, the exhaustion, the doubts, and the guilt of my postpartum depression fade into the background, leaving only the love we share—the love that brought Colette into our lives.

Nicholas settles back into bed beside me, his hand resting gently on my leg, a silent reminder that we’re in this together. And as Colette’s soft suckling continues, I let myself fully relax.

Once Colette finishes nursing, her tiny body grows limp in my arms, signaling she’s drifted back to sleep. I carefully adjust her, cradling her small frame against my chest. Nicholas is still sitting beside me, his hand never leaving my leg, his eyes filled with the kind of tenderness that makes my heart swell.

“Do you want me to take her?” Nicholas asks softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

I nod, and with practiced gentleness, he scoops her up and places her between us on the bed. Colette barely stirs, her little hands curling up by her face as she nestles into the space between us. The sight of her lying there, so peaceful and content, brings a soft smile to my lips. My body involuntarily slides down and I stoke her cheek with the back of my finger.

Nick lays down with his head propped up in one arm, the other sliding around me. But as I gaze at Colette sleeping peacefully between us, a small wave of anxiety creeps in. What if we roll over onto her during the night? My breath hitches slightly, and I turn my head toward him.

Nicholas immediately senses my concern and shifts closer, his hand coming to rest gently on my cheek. "Hey, don't worry," he says softly, his voice reassuring. "I’ve got her. We’ve got her. I won’t let anything happen." His thumb brushes against my skin as he speaks, his gaze steady and full of calm. "I’ve read up on this, remember? She’s safe with us. We’re light sleepers, and we’re both hyper-aware she’s here. I’ll make sure we’re careful."

I nod, though the worry still lingers. Nicholas leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You won’t roll over on her. I won’t either. Trust me, baby. And if you’re still worried, I can take her back to the bassinet,” he assures me.

I glance down at Colette, her tiny chest rising and falling, completely at ease between us. There’s something comforting about her being so close, something I don’t want to give up. "No," I say softly, shaking my head. "I want her here with us. I just... I get nervous sometimes,” I admit to him, the concerns laced with my postpartum depression symptoms.

"I know," he murmurs. "But you’re not alone in this. We’re doing it together, okay? She’s safe. We’ll keep her safe,” he promises.

His warmth and the calm assurance in his voice help to ease the anxiety a little, and I let out a slow breath. I snuggle closer to him, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. "Thank you," I whisper.

Nicholas kisses the top of my head, his hand stroking Colette’s tiny arm before returning it to my waist. “I used to dream about this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “You, me, and a baby… just lying here like this, all together.” His eyes shine in the dim light, filled with a quiet wonder. “I’d imagine what it would feel like, how perfect it would be. But this... this is even better than I imagined.”

His words sink deep into my chest, filling me with warmth. I glance down at Colette, her chest rising and falling steadily between us, and I feel a wave of contentment wash over me. “I’m glad too. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed,” I whisper back.

Nick’s thumb rubs gentle circles over the exposed skin on my side, and for a while, we lie there in comfortable silence, both of us watching Colette sleep. I feel the weight of his arm around me, the warmth of his body, and I can’t help but think about our future—about the life we’re building together.

After a while, I glance up at Nick, my voice soft but curious. “Do you ever think about… having another one? Another baby, I mean.”

His reaction is immediate. His brown eyes light up, the glint of excitement undeniable. He grins, that boyish, playful smile I fell in love with, and there’s no hesitation in his voice. “Oh, absolutely. I thought one of you was cute, but two though? Didn’t think I could handle it. But now that I’ve experienced it, I want three of you as soon as possible,” he rambles.

I laugh softly, both amused and surprised by his enthusiasm. “Three of us, huh?” I ask to clarify he’s not drunk on love.

“Yeah, babe,” he says, his hand moving to stroke Colette’s tiny hand before trailing over my arm. “We could start trying as soon as possible. I mean, why wait? We make great babies together,” he jokes and I stifle a laugh to not wake up our sleeping child.

His grin turns mischievous as he leans in closer, his voice dropping a little lower. “We could even try out some freaky positions this time… you know, spice things up.”

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head at him, though my heart flutters at his words. “That’s all you, God bless your dad’s genetics,” I tease, eyeing him with a smirk.

Nicholas chuckles, clearly enjoying my response, but there’s a seriousness in his eyes too—a real desire to keep building this life together. “I’m serious though,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on my waist. “I want more of this. More of us. I want a whole bunch of mini versions of you running around, driving me crazy in the best way.”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting, and I feel a flush of warmth spread through me. I lean closer, letting my fingers trace over his arm. “You’re really ready for another one, huh?”

Nick’s gaze locks with mine, intense but full of love. “Yeah, Y/N. I don’t just want another one. I want a whole football team of kids with you. As soon as you’re ready,” he says firmly.

I bite my lip, considering his words, feeling the quiet excitement bubbling up inside me. “I might just let you lock me down tonight,” I tease, my voice soft but playful.

His eyes darken slightly, that same spark of mischief flickering in them. “Oh, baby, don’t tempt me,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my lips.

I pull back slightly, laughing against his mouth. “Let’s not rush it,” I whisper, even though my hormones are raging at the thought. “But... I do love the idea of growing our little family,” I add to soften the blow of sex denial.

Nicholas grins again, his arm pulling me closer as Colette sleeps peacefully between us. “Then let’s make it happen,” he says softly. “One more baby… and then another after that, we can talk again. I just know I want it all with you. Every first word and every first day of school, my love.”

I smile, resting my head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words and the future he envisions wash over me. “One step at a time,” I murmur, though the idea is already taking root in my mind, the thought of more little ones filling our home with love.

As we lay there, cuddling around Colette, the future feels wide open—and incredibly full of promise. The room is quiet, the soft hum of the night surrounding us, and as we lay there, I feel the steady rise and fall of Nick’s chest beneath my palms.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I smile softly, my body already succumbing to sleep as I whisper back,

“Goodnight, Nicholas. I love you,” I murmur, never getting tired of reminding him.

“I love you too,” he replies, his voice full of warmth and certainty. “Both of my girls.”

With that, the last thing I feel is the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of Colette’s breathing between us, and the overwhelming sense of love that wraps around the three of us, pulling us into the soft cocoon of sleep.

The next time I stir awake, it’s to the feeling of the sun shining on my face. Nicholas’ familiar presence is next to me, his body relaxed as he leans back against the headboard. I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight rustle of pages as he quietly reads. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the comfort of having him close.

But something is wrong.

I don’t feel Colette.

The tiny body that was nestled between us is gone, and in an instant, a wave of cold panic floods my chest. My breath catches, and my heart starts to pound, my worst fear bubbling to the surface. Oh God, did I roll over her? Did we…?

My eyes snap open, and I sit up abruptly, frantically scanning the bed. My hands reach out, patting the mattress in blind desperation as my breath quickens. Where is she? My mind spirals into worst-case scenarios, and my pulse races faster with each second I can’t find her.

Nicholas looks up from his script, his brow furrowing as he notices my panic. “Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is calm, but I can hear the concern lacing his words.

“Colette,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper as the fear clutches at me. “She’s not here, Nick. I—where is she?”

Nicholas immediately places his script aside and sits up, reaching for me. His hands find my shoulders, grounding me. “Babe, she’s fine,” he says gently, his voice steady, though I can see the alarm in his eyes as he realizes why I’m panicking. “Grandma has her. She came in earlier to take her so you could rest. She’s with her now, probably showing her off to her knitting group. Everything’s okay.”

I stare at Nicholas, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me, but the words slowly sink in. Colette isn’t in danger. She’s not here because Betty took her.

I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest as the fear begins to ebb away. “I thought… I woke up and she wasn’t there. I thought we—” My voice falters, not even wanting to finish the thought.

Nicholas pulls me into his arms, holding me close. “I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve woken you to tell you, but you looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” he apologizes profusely.

I nod against Nick’s chest, the tension finally loosening from my body as I cling to him. “I just… that’s what I’ve been afraid of, rolling over her in our sleep,” I admit.

“I know,” Nicholas murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “But I would never let that happen. I swear that to you,” he adds.

I take a deep breath, letting the warmth of his embrace steady me. My pulse slows down, and the overwhelming panic that had gripped me starts to dissipate, leaving me feeling drained. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N,” Nicholas says, his hand gently stroking my back. “You’re a mom. It’s normal to worry, but I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

I pull back slightly, meeting his eyes that are full of understanding. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice still shaky but filled with gratitude.

Nicholas smiles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Get some more rest, okay? Grandma’s got Colette covered.”

I nod, feeling the last remnants of panic finally fade. I glance at his script beside him and give a tired smile. “You’re memorizing lines this early?” I pry.

He chuckles. “Just passing the time until you woke up. But you come first,” he vows.

I sink back into the pillows, the warmth of Nicholas beside me a comforting presence now that the fear has passed. As I close my eyes, the world feels right again. Colette is safe, Nicholas is here, and I let myself relax fully for the first time since waking up. The panic has faded into the background, leaving only the steady hum of reassurance from my husband beside me.

[x-3mb3r-x]

all of these names are objectively funny

The monogamous shipping poll can be found here.

[shentheauthor]

Hello! I’ve seen the harbingers reacting to the reader liking them... But what if we turn the tables around and it’s them realizing the have a huge crush on the reader!!! Will they confess? (I hope they do, well... mainly I hope Pulcinella does but anyways) Will they stay quiet??

Ooo this should be fun

Harbingers realizing they have a crush on the reader

Also I finally figured out how to add the read more thing!!!!

Pierro

Well first of all, it’s been a LONG time since he’s felt this way

He almost doesn’t recognize the feeling

When he realizes what’s up, he would immediately be flustered and confused

Why? How? HOW DID YOU DO THIS???

Unfortunately he’s probably too dedicated to his cause to think of anything else

He wouldn’t want to put you through that

So he’ll keep quiet

He won’t tell you, and just sit and pine sadly

I’m sorry, he caught feelings at the worst possible time in his life

Capitano

He is also confused

He definitely doesn’t feel this way often

He is also very dedicated to his cause, but he at least has more room for stuff like love, I think

He won’t be too shy about it, but he seems like a relatively quiet guy in the first place

He will confess

Probably in private. No grand gestures, just a simple “I have feelings for you”

He’ll also say that you have every right to turn him down

Offers to remain friends as well

Literally one of the most normal people in this whole cursed group

We’re starting off calm before we get into The Horrors

Dottore

The Horrors™️

He treats it like a science experiment

I’m being srs

Hypothesis: you like him back

Research? Hanging around you more often

Hovers over you like a vulture

You turn the corner and there he is like :)

If one of him likes you, all of him does

The segments will be SO annoying, I’m so sorry

He won’t confess outright, but honestly his behavior is more than enough to tell you what’s going on

He is highkey scary, but we love him for it

Columbina

She isn’t very flustered when she realizes tbh

Of course she likes you! How could she not?

She’ll ask you to her private chambers and just.. hang out with you

Her way of flirting is singing to you and doing your hair

If you don’t have hair? Scalp massages

Very touchy feely and kind of obvious with her affection

There is an underlying darkness to everything she does, but Yk if you like her back, you’re probably into that

She’ll confess in private, during the night

It’s shockingly romantic, with candles and flowers waiting for you

She does fully expect you to say yes, but she honestly wouldn’t ask if she didn’t already know you would

She’s like 5 steps ahead of you

Arlecchino

Mmmmmmmaaaaannnn

We already know she’s unhinged, Yk?

When she’s in love, her first reaction is “ew”

She doesn’t have time for that shit

But Yk, she’s intrigued by you, so she abandons that thought pretty quickly

She won’t flirt or confess, keeping you at arm’s length

But she does have a clear favorite

She’s nicer to you. She gives you less difficult tasks

She doesn’t want your pretty face getting hurt

You’ll only find out she has a fat crush on you if you do get hurt

She is.. protective…

Good luck getting blood out of your clothes when she’s done with your attackers

At least she would ask if you’re ok? Yeaahhh

Pulcinella

This one’s for you bestie (me when I go in rank order and he’s not at the top)

He’ll get flustered when he realizes

He’s kinda old, so it’s been a while, but hey it’s never too late for love!

He’ll give you the old fashioned courtship rizz

Flowers, gifts, walks under the stars

He will def accept a rejection, but come on, look at him

You can’t reject him

He’s a quiet romantic, and he doesn’t have a stick up his ass

So he’s better at this than the others

You cannot tell me he doesn’t have a soft side, you CANNOT.

Scaramouche

MAN

This man is so emotionally repressed, you know he would HATE having a crush

He sees it as a waste of time

A disgustingly human emotion

He’ll push you away, I’m sorry

He doesn’t have time for this, he doesn’t want to deal with it

He would fire you if he could, but for the sake of this post, he can’t for whatever reason

Maybe you aren’t a fatuus yk?

But yeah he’d only confess if you make it clear that you’re hurt by him avoiding you

And if you’re persistent (HELLA persistent)

He’ll eventually blurt out “it’s because I LIKE you, you idiot”

Yes, he is that trope

Hopefully he gets over himself sooner rather than later lmao

Sandrone

Run for your life

I’m being srs, she is uh…

She will confess, but in a creepy way

“I want you to become one of my dolls” (affectionate)

Try your damn hardest to convince her you’re more interesting as a living human

I love her, but hooooweeee

Scary ass woman

This one is shorter bc it’s… pretty clear what she’s like in canon 🤡

Signora

She hasn’t been in love since Rostam

Genuinely

She’s confused at first, then honestly a little sad and angry

Why now? Why centuries after her heart was broken?

But yk, it is what it is

She will most likely never confess

Just… keeps you at a distance, much like Pierro

She’ll try her hardest to get over it too, but you know she isn’t exactly good at getting over things like this

I mean that with love in my heart

If she ever does confess, it will likely be if she thinks she’ll never see you again

This woman is so tragic… I love her

Pantalone

THIS MAN.

He will become your sugar daddy

Like, literally, he will shower you with gifts

He could not be more obvious about it

Normally he guards his heart, but honestly if you’re in private and he’s sure nobody is listening, he will be so open

Of course those moments are rare

But he’ll still give you gifts in public, just… less obvious

Giving you money to buy food bc “you can’t work on an empty stomach”

Gives you clothes for missions/whatever and says you can keep it bc he doesn’t want it

He’s used to people using him, but it’s clear you don’t want to, so he feels safe in giving stuff to you

Confesses in private

It has to be SO private, no guards or anything, bc he doesn’t trust anyone not to tell

At least he’ll be a little romantic. Gives you your favorite foods and flowers, plus new clothes or hell, paying your rent

His love language is gift giving, change my mind

Tartaglia

Oh he is so annoying about it

Literally aggressive flirting

Literally

He will try to spar with you, to see if you’re strong enough to be his equal

If you’re not, that’s fine, but if you are, oh man he gets ten times worse

He’ll also be a theater kid about it

Bouquets, opening doors for you, bowing and throwing you a “rakish grin” (his words)

He’s kind of a dork

A murderous dork, but Yk

He’ll either confess during combat, or he’ll take you out on the town and does it in public

Well, if he isn’t sure you’ll say yes, he’ll do it in private

Also if you don’t like crowds

But if you don’t mind public spaces, he will be so dramatic about it

“Will you conquer the world with me?”

It’s very sweet, even if he means it completely literally

Just. A nerd (affectionate)

[felassan]

EA site update:

"The Dread Wolf Rises Dragon Age Day 2023 Happy DA Day to our friends across Thedas!"

"[Mark] Dragon Age has always been a franchise about characters. Characters to fall in love with or to learn to loath. Those characters need a place in which to live, to fight, and to love—a place that shapes them and the events they find themselves swept up in. Today we explore the place they call home that forms the stage for everything that you do: Thedas. Corinne and the Dragon Age: Dreadwolf team have created a game that celebrates the rich and varied past of the franchise while crafting new experiences and stories. It has been incredible to come back to BioWare and see all of the progress they’ve made, and I’m excited for some of that world to be shared with all of you today. [Corinne] Thank you, Mark! I fondly remember playing each entry in the Dragon Age franchise, being completely immersed and enamored in the world you all had built. It amazes me to be here now, working alongside you and the team, to bring new stories and characters (not to mention a few returning characters) to all of the fans of the franchise. Dragon Age: Dreadwolf is the product of hard work and love. We know how much this world means to all of you, how these experiences stay with you. We want to get it right, so we’ve taken our time. We're so excited to join in this celebration of all things Dragon Age and the incredible fandom that surrounds it. Within the dev team, we’ve been eagerly awaiting Dragon Age Day as the enthusiasm, stories, charity, and artwork you share motivates us to be our best and create new experiences for all of you. To celebrate DA Day, we’re sharing a look at a few of the in-game locations you’ll explore on this new adventure (and perhaps a little more for those who listen closely). The stage is set. The Dread Wolf is ready to make his move. Oh, and one last thing before I go… In summer 2024, we’ll be fully revealing Dragon Age: Dreadwolf to you! We honestly can’t wait. See you all in Thedas, — Corinne Busche, Game Director & Mark Darrah, Sr Production Advisor"

"You’ve visited the lands of Thedas thrice before in our games and many more times in comics, books, art, and short stories. This time, you’ll be venturing to places unseen and returning to places from long ago. To celebrate Dragon Age Day, we wanted to show you some of those sights. [link to new trailer] We stand on the precipice of change. This is a world brimming with stories and characters waiting to meet you. The fate of this world teeters on the edge of a knife. In past games, you only got to see a slice of the world. In Origins, it was Ferelden—a land ravaged by war and Dark Spawn. In II, it was Kirkwall and its locales—festering with corruption and a dark underworld. And in Inquisition, you ventured across much of Orlais—facing down political intrigue as often as combat."

"This time, however, much more of Thedas is yours to see. The desolate, beautiful badlands of the Anderfels with curtains of distant mountainous spires. The twisting canals and gleaming towers of Antiva, where Crows may lurk in any shadow. The turquoise seas of Rivain with its rushes of greenery and hardy sea-faring people. And of course, there’s more."

"We felt this was best for the tale we wanted to tell this time and we hope you enjoy it as much as we have! It’s allowed us to create many more locations than past games, including both some you’ve longed to go to…and some you’ve never heard of before!"

"To help capture the wonders of Thedas, we partnered with three wonderful artists from our exceptionally talented community and gave them an early look at what you’ve now seen. We’ve always been so fortunate to have such an incredibly skilled community of artists, and getting to work with these three was a true joy! We asked each of them to create a vista of one of the three regions in the video based on their interpretation of it in their own unique styles. Please enjoy their wonderful work, and be sure to send them some love when you check out their personal channels for more of their art!" [link to art]

"Turning our focus to your closest kitchen, if you’re looking for a fun gift this holiday season or want to try some Thedosian dishes yourself, we’ve got you covered with Dragon Age: The Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas from our partners, Insight Editions! This project was lovingly crafted by the author, Jessie Hasset, as well as members of our team who have an affinity for the kitchen and a love of cuisine."

"The cookbook features recipes suited to all skill levels, but we know that jumping in may be a daunting task for some. To help you out, we’ve partnered with MisoHungrie, a wonderful YouTuber who specializes in cooking, with a particular knack for video game and entertainment-related dishes. If you’re looking for a place to start on your culinary journey, check out his video and follow along. And be sure to let us know what you think of these Thedosian delights! In addition to this, there are two giveaways you should keep an eye out for! For the first, our friends over at Insight Editions are giving away five copies of the cookbook on their social channels, so be sure to check them out. And it doesn’t end there. For those of you who decide to try your hand at making a culinary delight from the book (including one of the ones we’ve released separately), be sure to follow our own Dragon Age social channels for the second giveaway. Keep an eye out for the opportunity to submit your creation for a chance to win a BioWare Gear Store package, including the brand-new Morrigan romance bundle! Details on that giveaway will be posted next week."

"As we mentioned earlier this year, we’ve partnered with Dark Horse to create a digital package of all their comics for Dragon Age and Mass Effect on Humble Bundle. Visit the Humble Bundle page to find out how our partners are working to support Child’s Play, an organization that seeks to make the lives of children in hospitals more comfortable through the enjoyment of games. There’s no better time than the holidays to bring a smile to someone’s face. BioWare is also supporting a few local charities this month that focus on helping the most vulnerable in our communities via food banks. This includes the Edmonton Food Bank, the Greater Vancouver Food Bank, Les Banques alimentaires au Québec, and the Central Texas Food Bank. All of them provide food to thousands of people each month and rely on kindhearted donations and volunteers. If you’re wanting to give back this holiday season, please consider supporting Child’s Play or donating to your local food banks. Many communities also accept non-monetary donations of canned, dried, and packaged goods, clothing, and other useful supplies. However you choose to support those in need, know that every bit helps and can make a big difference in someone’s life, whether they’re in your community or around the world."

"An insult that he took as a badge of pride. An insult to inspire hope in his friends and fear in his enemies. That is what Fen’Harel, the Dread Wolf, truly is. Not a man who sees himself as evil, but someone who believes he’s fighting for a good cause and is willing to get his hands dirty. This long-awaited chapter of Dragon Age is fast approaching—the time close at hand. We’ll see you next summer with answers to your questions, including ones you have yet to ask. With that will come our full reveal including new trailers, gameplay, and—of course—the long-awaited release date. The Dread Wolf will rise once more and we’ll have much more to share with you as we approach Summer 2024. Please keep an eye on our social channels for all the latest information on Dragon Age: Dreadwolf’s reveal and beyond. Know this, though: The Dread Wolf has not been idle these past years. His reach is far, and soon his plans will come to fruition—a cataclysmic rejoining of magic and realms hundreds of years in the making. Will you be able to stop him? We hope so. Always believing in you,             — The Dragon Age Team"

[source and full post]

[scorpioriesling]

Please Please Please H.C.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

Pairing(s): Xaden x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You have your sights set on bad news, you just don’t know how bad. You can only hope your friends aren’t right about how dangerous he truly is.

SR’s Note: Obviously the pairing features the reader as I usually tend to write, so we shall pretend Violet isn’t a character in this fic (: Although she is an absolute queen, she’s just not featured in this one. Peace & love, enjoy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

At first, you weren’t too sure if you actually liked him, or just thought he was handsome

(But after some time, you figured out it was more than physical attraction)

As for Xaden… he knew right away. Like, the moment he saw you, he was absolutely down bad

You actually saw him first, you both happened to be in the same bar at the same time one November night and once your eyes found him, you couldn’t help but simply stare.

“Listen sister,” Imogene said. She wasn’t actually your sister, but being a year older, she felt like she was. She was always looking out for you in a sense, anyway. “That’s Xaden Riorson. He’s absolutely bad news,” she said, but you just kept watching, fully entranced by him. “For you, anyway.” she added.

You rolled your eyes and asked her what that was supposed to mean. She only looked you up and down — over the mini skirt, corset top, and chunky heels — and back at him, his brown hair ruffled and leather clad black outfit reflecting the neon of the overhead lights.

“You don’t think I’m up for a challenge?” You raised an eyebrow. Quinn was approaching from the bar, and you all but snatched your shot glass from her and chugged it before meeting Imogene’s eyes again. Quinn only gawked at you.

She threw her hands in the air. “Absolutely not, I know you have balls, I just don’t want you getting hurt-“

“I can handle it.” You shot her one last look before weaving a path through the crowd, the handsome guy your pot of gold at the end. You were getting so close, you were mere inches away; but your foot caught on someone’s shoe and you stumbled-

“Easy there, short stack,” you heard a voice as smooth as whiskey from above as two strong hands whisked you up, setting you upright again on your platform heels. Your eyes met the deep brown ones of your target — just who you’d been looking for.

Turns out, your pot of gold was more than that, his eyes had reflected it too.

“Oh, uhmmm,” You fumbled nervously. The handsome guy only smirked, and you blushed nervously as his eyes roamed over your body.

“You have a name, short stack?” He asked. Your eyes flew wide. What a rediculous nickname, even in heels you couldn’t help your lack of height.

“Y/N.” You said shyly. He nodded, slowly glancing over your frame once more.

“Cute. Buttttttt I think I like short stack more.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes not thinking better of it, and he laughed a little, his fingers finding the curve of your waist.

“Mhm. Should I come up with a rediculous nickname for you too?” You asked mockingly sweet as he hovered closer to you. The smell of Earth and mint eminated from him, and you tried to school your face into an unamused expression as you stared straight up at him.

“Oh, absolutely not. It’s Xaden.” He said, grinning down at you. You pursed your lips, and his other hand made its way to your opposite hip. He leaned in close, talking lowly so you could hear.

“Need me to help you stand, or do you think you can handle it?” He asks. You furrow your brows at him, heat tinging your cheeks once more as he chuckles at you. He lifts a hand and runs his thumb over your cheekbone.

“You know what short stack, you’re kinda cute. Feisty too,” your expression softens, and a genuine smile graces his lips. “I think I’ll keep you around, if you’d like.” You grin mischievously at him, and he leans in closer. You don’t care, you’d kiss this man right here and now, the drinks you’d had didn’t help that, but the way he halts at the last second leaves you a bit confused.

He glances to the left, and you follow his gaze to the back door of the bar where three beefy guys in black shirts filter in, scanning the crowd. Xaden sighs, and a flash of uncertainty crosses your mind.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. He smiles gravely at you, pulling you close to whisper once more.

“Listen short stack,” he starts. You peer around his shoulder, catching Imogene’s eye as she slowly shakes her head at you. “We may have to get outta here if you wanna continue this, that alright?” With that seductive voice, he could tell you to rob a bank and you’d do it for him.

You meet his eyes once more and sigh. “Xaden what… who are you?”

He all but winks at you, lacing your fingers through his before ducking to your height and wading through the crowd toward the front entrance. You can’t see around his broad shoulders, so you don’t realize you’re in the clear before the crisp November air hits you and you shiver. He straightens, and pulls you close to wrap an arm around you.

“I’ve got an extra jacket and helmet, I’m parked just around the corner, alright baby?” He coos. You stiffen in shock, but he only rubs his hand up and down your chilled arm soothingly.

“Helmet? For what-“

“HE’s OUT HERE!”

You glance back just to see the big guys from the bar running straight for you, a few bar attendees filtering out the front door behind them.

“Uhmm- Xaden-“

You squeak as he effortlessly whisks you into his arms, breaking into a jog down the street and you bury your face into his neck as the breeze whips against your face. Within minutes, he’s slowing, then stops to gently place you on a leather seat.

“Here, sweets,” he hands you a helmet, and you finally open your eyes to realize you’re on a motorcycle. This won’t go well with the alcohol you’d already consumed this evening.

He puts his own on, quickly strapping it and making quick work of adjusting yours to fit. His calloused fingers send thrills of excitement through you as he tightens each strap, and shucks on the extra leather jacket over your shoulders.

“Hold onto me short stack,” he orders. You wrap your arms around his waist, feeling just about every ridge of his abdomen underneath and adjusting yourself against the leather seat below. What the fuck did you get yourself into.

He revs the engine twice, and speeds past the men running down the sidewalk toward him. He keeps going, ignoring your panicked squeaks as you pass the bar once more, Imogene’s pink hair and grim look the final notion that you’re in for a wild ride.

You could only hope, only plead, that she wasn’t right.

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[charliedawn]

How would the Hannibal family react to a reader who has nightmares quite often? Please and thank you

Hannibal Lecter Sr.

Hannibal Sr. would likely approach the situation with a blend of concern and control. He’s protective, so he would want to understand the source of your nightmares, but his manipulative side might also see them as an opportunity to deepen his influence over you. He might gently coax you into confiding in him, offering comfort in a way that reinforces his authority. His soothing words might mask an underlying manipulation, saying something like, "Nightmares often stem from unresolved fears. Let me help you confront them. You’ll feel safer under my care." His presence would be calming, though you’d always sense an undertone of control.

Hannibal Lecter Jr.

Hannibal Jr. would be more subtle and perhaps harder to read. He would offer practical solutions, encouraging you to analyze the root cause of your nightmares, suggesting methods to reduce them (like changing your routine, diet, or environment). His response might be calm and logical, but you’d notice his underlying care for your well-being. He’d be patient when comforting you, though his demeanor might seem detached. If you woke up from a nightmare and went to him, he’d sit with you in silence, offering a quiet and steady presence without too many words. "Dreams are just dreams, love. They cannot harm you," he’d remind you, offering logical comfort.

Morgan Hannibal

Morgan’s response would likely be one of quiet frustration at first. His calculative and cold demeanor might make him less inclined to deal with emotional displays, though his dutiful side would compel him to help. He might offer medical advice, such as suggesting ways to improve your sleep hygiene, but emotional comfort wouldn’t come naturally. However, over time, as he grows more accustomed to your nightmares, he’d soften and become more compassionate, sitting by your side and trying to distract you from the fear. He’d offer comforting but practical words like, "Nightmares can’t harm you, but I’ll stay if it helps." While not emotionally expressive, he’d show his care in more subtle ways.

Kevin Hannibal

Kevin would immediately jump to your side if you were distressed by nightmares. His blunt words might initially come off as insensitive at first, as he’d likely tell you, "They’re just nightmares. It’s your brain messing with you." But despite this, his loyalty would make him stay up with you, trying to make you laugh or distract you with jokes and stories. He might doodle something silly to cheer you up or offer a creative way to combat your fears. Kevin wouldn’t be the most emotionally articulate, but his presence would be comforting, in a "big brother who won’t leave you alone" kind of way. He’d be determined to make sure you felt safe and keep you from having nightmares again by hugging you for the night.

Peter Hannibal

Peter would probably be the most empathetic to your nightmares. Being a sensitive soul himself, he’d fully understand the terror they can bring and would likely become overly emotional about it. He might worry excessively about what your nightmares mean, constantly checking on you throughout the night and offering you endless comfort. He’d hold you as you woke up, whispering soothing words like, "I’m here, it’s okay, it’s not real." Peter would likely be the one to stay up with you all night, making sure you felt safe, even if it meant losing sleep himself. His devotion would be overwhelming but genuine, and he’d do anything to make sure you felt protected.

Also, he’d be happy to feel needed.

[missmastectomy]

This is a vent post more than anything, but honestly? Despite the lip service I see a lot of gender criticals give to detransitioners, ime the Average Joe is a lot more likely to sympathize with detransitioners and to see us as fully fledged human beings. People who don’t know anything about the trans discourse aren’t ideologically involved and they’re more likely to approach us individuals first.

I’ve noticed a LOT of gender criticals and radfems basically view detrans women as “traitors” and assume the absolute worst about our motivations. I have literally seen radfems say shit like “well, I could never trust a detrans woman because she transitioned because she hates women and secretly wants to dominate me/rape me/enact misogyny on me,” radfems acting like transition ruins a person and that it’s impossible to ever come back from that. As if there aren’t literally women who used to hold all kinds of problematic/misogynistic beliefs who eventually snapped out of it.

For all the talk about how women need only be biologically female to be women, I’m convinced a lot of the most adamant GCs don’t see us as women. They literally just see us as gender freaks. They have this image in their mind of us as this weird in-between female, separate from the real women.

It’s so incredibly insulting. These people have a caricature of detrans women in their head. I highly doubt most have ever even met a detrans woman irl. It’s so stupid because most detrans women are very clearly female after they’ve been off hormones a few years. I’ve literally known women who were on hormones for years and I had no idea because they sound and look typical. Like, when I first detransitioned a lot of people thought I was male, but now I am gendered female and deal with the same shit as any other woman. And no, not every detrans woman will be able or want to assimilate back into her birth sex, but that still doesn’t take away from her status as a woman.

Detransitioners have literally gone through hell. Where the fuck is all this righteous indignation y’all level at these endos prescribing kids HRT, when you actually talk to someone who went through that? Fuck any GC who treats detransitioners like trash because you lack the basic human empathy to understand that what we went through was abuse. Most detransitioners nowadays started transitioning as children. CHILDREN. Kids who were traumatized, who had already been violated or neglected in some way. We were the ones who got swept up in a massive social experiment and we payed the price for it.

Some of y’all are repulsive. We are human beings, not pawns in your culture war. I see the same crap leveled at detransitioned men, too. Not every detransitioned man was an AGP fetishist that abused women ffs. I also know men who were gay or experienced CSA and ended up pushed into transition as kids. The way people talk to detransitioners and our bodies is disgusting. People calling Jazz Jenning’s SRS shit like a “festering, non-functional fuck hole.” What the fuck is wrong you, that was literally a teenager who was groomed into this is as a 6 year old.

At the end of the day detransitioners cannot rely on other groups, only on individual allies and ourselves. I am thankful for the feminists and GCs who sincerely care about we went through and want justice for people harmed by transition. The rest of you can piss off. Go find another toy to chew on.

[iireneleee]

MY FAVOURITE PLACEMENTS FOR EACH SIGN (with explanation of course 😚😚)

remember, don’t take this too seriously cause this whole thing is fully based on my own personal opinion so im sorry if I didn’t mention your placement(s). don’t be offended okay?! MUAH I love all of yall 💋

Aries: I’d probably say 50% venus 25% moon 15% sun — honestly this is kinda hard for me cause my best best friend is an Aries moon and I get along very well with Aries moons however… this one girl that I broke off all contacts with cause she was obsessive ( she still hasn’t stop💔💔 even though we stopped talking for 2 years, super creepy) 50% venus because omg literally almost every single lovely person I know has that placement it’s mad. maybe it’s bc my venus conjuncts theirs (I’m also an aries venus) they express love in a way I adore so 💕💕 for aries sun, 25% because I’m only close with one aries sun but she’s literally so fly I love. but she says some weird stuff occasionally though she’s too unfiltered HAHAHA love that.

Taurus: definitely taurus moon 50% and taurus mercury 50% — taurus moons are literally the cutest people ever. idk why but all of y’all are like little hamsters in my eyes. taurus moons remind me so much of hamsters. many of you are probably leaders and I love being around you guys. super sweet and always there when I need y’all muah muah. people always stereotype you guys as lazy people but every single taurus moon I know are the most hardworking people ever. super admirable individuals 😚😚 those who have natal taurus mercury people are the funniest. y’all are like LOWKEY old souls. very good people to be in a group project with cause they always voice out the best opinions and ideas. they are also really relatable individuals they say things that many people would like relate to idk how to describe it, meme worthy i guess?? I love y’all so much. sometimes they ignore people when they say stupid stuff but whatever they’re literally one of the best people so they get a free pass.🤫🤫

Gemini: mmmm I’d say 50% gemini suns and 50% gemini risings. honestly, I haven’t met many gemini placements 😭 my sister is a gemini rising so i might be a little biased HAHAH sorry my bad my bad. i love gemini risings they always give me one of the best first impressions. i tend to get along really well with gemini risings and tend to gravitate towards them hehe. also for gemini suns, most are pretty cool. i realise that gemini suns tend to be really nice and grounded when you meet them but when you get closer to them they’re little devils IN A GOOD WAY hahah. all my interactions and memories with gemini suns are actually really good. they always promise a good time 🙏🙏

Cancer: CANCER VENUS���🔥 for sure cancer venus. omg i love them. they give really good hugs LOL. super sweet individuals. i love the way they express their love it’s so cute especially when you’re the recipient of the love literally so 😍😍. one of my friends have this placement and oml she gives such meaningful gifts. she is the reason why I have high expectations for gifts LOL. i really hope i get to befriend more cancer venuses 💔💔 they’re really thoughtful people who take initiative very very lovely 🫶

Leo: leo moons 🙏🙏 y’all are so chill. literally are the 😐 people ITS SO FUNNY . I love y’all so much I always have ‘beef’ with leo moons lol literally tom and jerry but it’s so fun. bickering (affectionately) I know I lot who don’t study but r really smart or at least all of y’all tell me you don’t study😐😐 I know a lot of you guys who r dancers too and omg really pro dancers srs srs. super fun people but they lowkey about it.

Virgo: definitely virgo sun + virgo venus I have so many virgo sun babes (aka friends) they’re so so sweet. im always having a fun carefree time when im with you guys. never a dull moment. you guys are like my babies srs srs you guys just gave me that youthful feel and it’s so refreshing omg🫂🫂. virgo venus people are so funny idek why they’re so underrated. they’re also very big mouth literally tell them something humiliating that happen to you and if it doesn’t sound like you’re very bothered by it trust people around you probably also know about it BUT it’s okay cause they cute, I can never get mad at them. also very playful people. 💋💋 i love talking to them but at the end of the convo omg we are like probably fighting / arguing (affectionately) LOL i don’t get many gifts from them honestly but they LOVE to give food. hehe 💋💋 to my virgo venus sweethearts

Libra: libra suns + libra moons so 50 - 50 hehe libra suns are really helpful people. they’re like honestly very libra idk why. they’re so so sweet, always there to listen to you ramble. my mama is a libra sun and omg she’s always listening to me ramble and rant ITS SO FUNNY. sometimes you guys are too nice to people that they tend to take advantage of your kindness so always be on the look out and know your worth 😚😚 . libra moons ARE SO FUNNY. i love you guys, y’all always make me lose my breath over your jokes. super random people who talk about out of pocket things but it’s so unique and fun with you guys that I can’t help but laugh everytime i see yalls face. also pretty smart people. you guys always do your best in things that you’re passionate about and it’s really admirable however, when y’all dgaf about stuff man all that quality work is gone LOL but it’s okay me too. best people to have around y’all remind me of those circus seals. 🔥🔥firee

Scorpio: scorpio venus — I really love scorpio venus individuals omg. they’re always there for you and always ready to attend all your big moments without fail. I had this one friend who has a scorpio venus and she take time out of her own busy schedule to train me for my interview and we stayed at the place until like the sunset it was so wholesome. not only did she do that but she was with me when I got my interview results like I was so shocked I thought she stayed cause she also had something to do afterwards but turns out she had nothing to do and she planned to wait for me and leave right after omg i literally melted. I treasure her so much and because of that I’ve always had a good impression of her. super sweet individuals. little cinnamon buns, warm and sweet. they also really are big on physical touch cliché I know but it’s real HAHA. everyone should have a scorpio venus friend or significant other 😭😭💋💋

Sagittarius: sagittarius moons — out of all my close friends in my click, half are sagittarius moons, it’s literally mad. they’re such unique individuals all of them have different personalities even though they have the same moon. but one thing they all have in common is that they find the weirdest stupidest unfunniest jokes funny. it’s mad. I can pull out a photo of a cat on the ground holding a fish and they’d be cracking up like mad. they all really enjoy being around positive and responsible people, people who are like them. they always burst out laughing idk y they try to hold their laugh but they never laugh normally. I love them though it’s always so comfortable around them MUAHHH💋💋

Capricorn: capricorn moons + capricorn mercury 50-50 — omg my baby capricorn moons, they’re so athletic, or maybe it’s just the capricorn moons I know but omg they’re so competitive when it comes to sport. they’re actually really reliable people even though they may seem quite playful and reckless. they tend to be good at math. love food. they also like to make handmade things for their friends and it’s really random. sometimes I come out of class one day and they just ask me if I want a cookie. LOL and one of my friends gave me a piece of paper that she doodled and drew on FOR ME it’s so cute and random but makes me physically like become the 🥺 emoji. love u guys. for capricorn mercuries y’all have the most underrated humour YALL ARE SO FUNNY LOL. you guys make the funniest jokes with the straightest faces like this face, 😐. MAKES ITS EVEN FUNNIER LOL. y’all tend to text a lot and are quite talkative actually. love you guys cause you guys never hesitate to make the conversation about the other party rather than yourself LOL JOKING ( but FR though you guys make me feel like the main character whenever I’m talking to u ) 🫂🫂

Aquarius: mmm i haven’t really befriended many who have aquarius placements so this may not be relatable😭😭 sorry!! but I’ll have to go with aquarius moons. — I tend to get attracted to aquarius moons cause they seem really fun. idk why but they all seem like a ball of sun to me. they remind me of fluffy cows HAHAH. they’re really cool individuals and they’re really kind. super sweet people who are always willing to help you and take initiative LOVE THEM💕💕. wish I get to know more aquarius moons, they’re just so loveable and reliable. 🫶🫶😚

Pisces: pisces moons 50% + pisces risings 25% + pisces mercury 25%💕💕💕 — OMG pisces moons BRUU literally my babes. I love them so much. they’re always there to help. they’re really responsible people even though they like to have fun. best people to have for group projects. they’re also really good at putting themselves in other peoples shoes hence making them very good at comforting others. very good friends that would do anything for you. they tend to radiate the same energy you give them so always give your best to them for you to receive the best💪💪 for pisces risings, I just really like they’re features. they all give like a reserved energy and many people would think that they’re really high achievers and admirable people with a cute face HEHE. they’re really sweet and awkward at first but once you get to know them omg it’s a huge difference they’re little devils LOLOLOL (in a good way🤫🤫) I tend to have many pisces rising friends maybe cause their rising is in my seventh house but 😚😚 whatever. they’re little choco pies, random ik but it just fits their whole persona . pisces mercuries are really chill people who like to talk. I love them so much cause like tend to relate to one another a lot and i just love to talk to them because they’re so easy to talk to. just pull out a random topic and they would prob be able to talk about it, very versatile speakers. also, they don’t really share their opinions at times. like sometimes i want to eat something with them but their whole face writes “no that looks disgusting” so I ask them if they’re sure that they’re fine with the restaurant and they say that they’re fine but they’re not really fine LOLOLOL they’re so cute HAHAH love them. they always put others before themselves.

made by: @iireneleee

[theofficialpresidentofmars]

did I ever tell you guys about how I would adapt (the tragedy of) Hamlet (prince of Denmark) if ever given the chance. because I have so many thoughts and I’m adding onto them all the time so here’s a post with all my ideas compiled.

- firstly, it would be an animated mini-series of five episodes, each one corresponding to an Act. I think Animation is a highly under-utilised and underappreciated medium that would suit this particular story well in terms of what it could achieve visually and also these are just a bunch of words to say I’m heavily biased towards animation and just love it so much.

- there are so many fun little character design tidbits i would implement. including but not limited to: Horatio being the shortest, Claudius/Hamlet Sr identical twins (and Claudius having a Scar reminiscent scar on his face for the drama… and also the eventual Act 5 Scene 2 parallels when Laertes wounds Hamlet with the rapier in an incidentally similar way), Laertes having a silly curly moustache, Horatio and Ophelia resembling the other, Hamlet looking tired, pale and ghostly at all times, character’s hair being used as a way to show passing of time (Hamlet having hair on the long side of short in Act 1, growing but in a little ponytail over Act 2, medium-length and unkempt in Acts 3 & 4, and cut shortly and neatly in Act 5. also Ophelia’s hair growing noticeably as well and being often neatly braided with little flowers in Acts 1-2, loosely braided without flowers in Act 3, but being down and wild in Act 4 etc), and so on so forth.

- I would shamelessly be including flashbacks to pre-tragedy memories of the castle/inhabitants. Baby R&G&H running through the castle halls and playing hide and seek. Hamlet actually, god forbid, practicing fencing. The Players entertaining at the castle in Hamlet’s youth. Ophelia and Hamlet sneaking out into the garden beneath the willows by the pond, Hamlet braiding flowers into her hair while they sit together. Yorick entertaining baby Hamlet. All coloured with the softest, goldenest glows that nostalgia can manage to contrast the desaturated depressive hues of the current day. I think a lot of the tragedy of *Hamlet* specifically lies in comparing what was to what ended up being, and since the play starts after Hamlet’s entered his mourning period, it’s hard to fully comprehend the true nature of such a fall.

- Each Act having a lovely stylised title card in its introduction with themes and motifs that are specifically prevalent throughout. Act 3 would have curtains, for example, given the play staging and Polonius’ later poor choice of hiding place. Act 5 introduces the classic skull we all know and love.

- Very purposeful dramatic lighting and colour throughout. Daylight lighting and then the switch to a lot of Hamlet’s soliloquies seeming to appear under more ‘spotlight’ lighting. Early evening during the play, sunset during the scene where Claudius prays (golden light tricking through beautiful stained-glass windows), nightfall when Hamlet yells at Gertrude. Lighting also being used to dramatise entrances perhaps, such as Claudius’s prayer being interrupted by the shift to ‘spotlight’ lighting before we even see Hamlet at the door.

- Same goes with music and motifs, interwoven character leitmotifs and themes that shift keys and qualities and work together to make larger pieces and show up to herald the arrival of a character, or turn sour to match their emotions.

- the visual humour of the play being upped, as well as the wordy humour being emphasised, in order to really contrast the shift in tone throughout the halves of the play. I’ve always been a tragicomedy truther when it comes to Hamlet, I think if done well it could be a really neat way to get the audience to invest more in the characters while also really highlighting how quickly everything goes south.

Probably add more on as I go

[tiredlilguy]

You're Pretty, Suguru...

a/n: heyyyy >:D enjoy some fluff!!! i made this while thinking about how pretty geto is and i am a simp, so here we are :P thinking of doing some nanami hurt/comfort or domestic fluff later on... this is also just me being a simp because he is very pretty

[A03]

pairing: Geto Suguru X GN!Reader (Jujutsu High Era, and nothing bad happens :D /srs) cw: N/A, half-proofread (ty grammarly) desc: after a long day of doing hand-to-hand combat with your fellow classmates, you have a little cuddle session with your boyfriend and decide to appreciate his beauty

It was around late afternoon and the two of you were done with your training for the day. Today in particular was quite hard: having to go into hand-to-hand combat and no techniques with each other. You were taking turns with your under and upperclassmen (Shoko was cheering you all on the sidelines/taking care of sprains), and it was going fine up until someone was going on a little winning streak and started getting a little cocky.

Well.. that someone being Gojo of course.

You were actually supposed to be opposing your boyfriend, Geto, but your white-haired classmate didn’t want you both being flirty in front of your underclassmen (Haibara found it quite entertaining though). Before Suguru could even pick up a wooden stick, Gojo charged full speed at you, tackling you to the ground when you were still trying to catch your breath. You were quick to pull his hair, calling him a brat, and then it just started becoming a full-on fistfight. However, due to your skills, and Gojo’s fatigue beginning to set in, you happened to win him over this time. Leaving a butthurt Gojo and you with a lot of what looked like cat scratches, bruises, and bite marks… Shoko quickly stopped the bleeding from a couple of scrapes before sending you off back to the dorms.

You had showered off, and eventually snuck your way into Geto’s room as you always did, wanting to rest off the exhaustion from earlier before dinner was to be made. Upon opening the door, you found him lying in a sweatshirt and shorts, on the phone with Gojo (who was literally just next door). Once his eyes met yours, he sat up and pat the spot in between his legs for you to sit.

“ Hey, honey,” he said gently to you, before quickly wrapping up his phone call,” Hey, I’m hangin’ up, Satoru.”

“ Is that (Y/N)?! Tell them that I won that shit fair and squa-“

Geto only rolled his eyes, shutting his phone off and placing it on the side table. He looked up at you again, his gaze a little softer as he opened his arms for you. You were quick to shut his door and walked over to him before slumping yourself in his arms. You placed your ear over his chest, turning to your side as he wrapped his forearms around your waist.

You let out a soft sigh to yourself, sinking further into your lover's arms and fully relaxing your muscles. Geto’s gaze wasn’t particularly anywhere, but his hands were traveling around your waist, reaching a bit down to push up the sweater that you’d been wearing. As he pushed up the sweater slightly, his deep violet eyes traveled to the small bit of skin from your stomach. He scanned, noticing the bruise that was very visible.

“ Hm…,” he thought to himself before speaking up,” I’m sorry that you got all these bruises.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the vibrations from his chest as he spoke,” ’s ok, Su… You couldn’t do much, and you know who was on a lil’ win streak.”

Geto softly laughed,” He’s a bit of a cocky bastard, but you held him down well, babe. Though, I feel like I’ll have to talk to him. He’s egotistical…”

You moved up just a bit to place a kiss on his neck, burrowing yourself in the crane between his chin and collarbone,” I don’t think he’d be Satoru if he was humble… Though, a good hit in the head is good for him.”

“ Still…,” he shrugged, eyes moving back up to the ceiling,” He could be a little bit more reserved.”

You only hummed in response, a hand traveling up to play with the collar of his shirt. You tussled with the fabric, the way the ridges slid under your fingertips, feeling slightly rough. You eventually grew tired of it, letting go and relaxing into your lover.

Your eyes traveled up towards his jaw and eventually to his face. For some odd reason, even after having seen his face way more than once… you suddenly felt… flustered.

He was… pretty.

Even with just his eyes staring into the ceiling, counting the checks on the wooden rooftop. Your eyes traveled toward his soft lips. They were quite soft, you noticed. Perhaps it was the same lip gloss that Satoru uses… His hair was out of his usual bun, hair now splayed around his face, framing it as his usual bang fell slightly in front of his face. Soon enough, your thoughts were ripped away by a gentle voice.

“ Why are you staring, pretty?”

And god… his voice.

He always had a habit of calling out to the people he cared about with an affectionate tone. It was subtle, something that you wouldn’t catch onto unless you really paid attention. It was as deep as his usual voice, but… gentler. It never failed to make you blush either.

“ Hm?,” Geto’s head turned over to you with a thin smile. There wasn’t much effort behind it, considering that the two of you were actually quite tired, but it was genuine nonetheless.

“ You’re really pretty, Suguru,” you said, eyes looking up at him with a soft gaze.

What you said seemed to genuinely throw your sweet boyfriend off, but he quickly shook his head with a little smile. The small blush that dusted his cheeks didn’t miss your eyes though.

“ You’re pretty too, baby,” he shifted you both over so that you were now facing each other, legs entangled in each other. His arms were still around your waist, keeping you close to him.

You shook your head,” No no… Suguru, you’re like… really pretty.”

“… and I’m looking back at an angel,” his thumb caressed your side,” You want to fight over this?”

“ I don’t think you get it… also don’t you fucking da- AH!,” A giggle from you interrupted your speaking, as the hands around your waist moved to where you were most sensitive, tickling the area and making you jump.

Your laughs and giggles filled the room as you squirmed in his hold, unable to struggle your way out of his grasp. You kicked your feet, eventually kicking him away in the chest with your heel. Suguru let out a fake ‘ow’ making you sit up to apologize. However, before you could even speak, you were tackled back down on his arms: now squeezed into him as if you were a teddy bear or a pillow.

His lips moved to leave loud kisses from your neck up to your cheek.

“ You’re - my - pretty - baby,” he proceeded to say in between kisses before leaving multiple on your cheek, eventually relaxing again, no longer squeezing you, but keeping you close. You were finally free… well, maybe like 40% free.

You sighed once more, turning to you could placing a kiss on his jaw,” Let’s just say we’re both pretty.”

“ Heh-heh… I’m fine with that,” Geto replied with a smile.

[also if you want, please consider getting me a coffee or commissioning me ;) no pressure ofc!!! i understand that we're all in different circumstances/situations, any support of any kind is appreciated <3]

[neverwanttofallasleep]

I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Masterpost

It's December 2022. You're the tour wardrobe coordinator for rock'n'roll band Greta Van Fleet. You find yourself inexplicably pulled toward a certain guitarist, and he you, as much as you try not to be.

Pairings: Jake x Female OC, f!reader x Female OC (mentioned), Jake x f!reader, Sam x Female OC, Josh x Male OC, Danny x Female OC

Warnings: +18 content, angst x1000 (crying, arguing, swearing, depictions of depression/panic attacks, mentions of cheating and open relationships, miscommunication), marijuana and alcohol use, cigarettes, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of religion/anti-religion, mention of divorce, eventual smut (kissing, masturbation, sex, very vanilla and fluffy), Christmas

Real people used as fictional characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Sam Kiszka, Danny Wagner, Karen Kiszka, Kelly Kiszka, Ronnie Kiszka, (Josie, Daniel Sr and Lori Wagner are all mentioned)

Disclaimer: it took me a while to come to terms with writing real people as characters in this story. As an avid fic enjoyer, sometimes I struggle not to get the ick when real people are written about because I don’t want to be invasive into their personal lives, especially when it comes to the family and friends of celebrities because they didn’t choose this. Please take everything written on this wild and wonderful internet with a grain of salt and know that the characters in this story ARE NOT REAL. They are fictionalized versions of rlly hot celebs and are completely original characters other than their names and looks. I have chosen to use the real names of their siblings and parents to keep the world feeling authentic, but I have literally nothing to base these characters on so I am fully making them up. I do not know any of these people personally (and I’m gonna assume you don’t either) so let's just stay weird over here babes and respect their privacy and leave them alone xx

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Word count: 52k completed

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 - Part 1 | Chapter 8 - Part 2

[jujumin-translates]

[18TRIP] Ten Murakumo | [SR] Whimsical Parkour | How to Make Cats Dislike You

Characters: ☁️ Ten Murakumo, 🌕 Muneuji Kaguya

Location: Alleyway

Ten: Alright, that’s it for today’s “job”~.

Ten: (...I’m being followed again.)

Stray Cat: Mrow~!

Ten: Haah… Of course, it’s you. You really like me, don’tcha?

Stray Cat: Nuzzle, nuzzle.

Ten: No, not nuzzle nuzzle. Whatever, even if I tell you to stop, it’s not like you’ll understand.

Ten: Anyway, today—.

Ten: Hey. Pspspsps.

Stray Cat: ! Mrr, mrow.

Ten: (The cat locked right in on this laser pointer. Seems like the comments online were right about this being the best one.)

Ten: Alright, I’m out.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: HAMA House - Entrance

Ten: (I just happened to see that stray cat on my way home one day, but since then it seems like it’s taken a liking to me…) Muneuji: Oh, Murakumo-san. Welcome back.

Ten: I’m back~. Did you just get home too, Muneuji?

Muneuji: Yes. The student council meeting ran a bit longer than usual.

Ten: Mhm, gotcha. It’s rough being a student, isn’t it? Okay, cool, I’ve got a thing, so—.

Muneuji: Wait.

Ten: …Yeah?

Muneuji: Murakumo-san. There’s something wrong with your clothes.

Ten: Huh?

Muneuji: You’ve got fur all over your body. I have a cleaner that I use for my uniforms that you can use.

Ten: Ahh… Thanks. Must’ve been from that cat I ran into earlier.

Ten: (I was gonna have these clothes cleaned just in case anyway, so it’s not like I really need it, though.)

Muneuji: I see. Playing with a cat to the point where your clothes are like that… You must really like cats, Murakumo-san.

Ten: Ah. No…

Muneuji: I’ve heard that living life with cats is a constant battle against shedding fur. Shouldn’t you have tools like that on hand, Murakumo-san?

Ten: Hmm, you’d think, but no.

Muneuji: Then I’ll lend that cleaner to you for a while, Murakumo-san. I’m sure you don’t want to be covered in fur again.

Ten: Umm…

Muneuji: You can give it back to me whenever you’d like. Excuse me.

Ten: … Now what? Rumor’s gonna spread that I’m an animal lover or something.

Ten: Liguang-san… I don’t think he’d ask me to take care of his rabbits, but it’d be a pain in the ass if Prez appointed me as a walker for Shumai.

Ten: Guess I’m gonna have to do something about that cat… Before that happens.

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Location: HAMA House - Tiger Room

Ten: (Well, I guess I could look up how to make cats dislike you, but… I’m feeling lazy.)

Renga: Working on an assignment for college, Ten? It must be tough having to work so late.

Ten: Ah, Renga-san.

Ten: (...Got it.)

Ten: Yeah. But I’ve really been struggling to make any progress. If only there was someone willing to help me.

Renga: …! I-I could help if you want me to.

Ten: Aww, thanks. You’re sooo nice, Renga-san.

Renga: Well… T-That’s ‘cause… We’re, y’know.

Ten: Having friends really is great after all.

Renga: ! Ahem, ahem. Right, because we’re friends! 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: A Certain Park

Ten: So, I tried all those different ways to make cats dislike you that Renga-san researched for me yesterday, but…

Stray Cat: ♪

Ten: You sure are happy to have your claws trimmed, be bathed, and petted all over your body, huh~.

Ten: (Wait, is this just you trying to be cute…?)

Ten: Hmm, what else was there… “Cats don’t like being picked up suddenly” …Really?

Ten: Well, I guess I’ll give it a shot. …Here we go.

Stray Cat: Meow! Mrrow ♪

Ten: Hey, don’t take off my mask. Your fur tickles…

Muneuji: …You two sure are close.

Ten: !

Muneuji: My apologies. I didn’t mean to spy on you. I just happened to be walking by on my way back from school.

Muneuji: But I’m sure that… Your love is being fully conveyed to that cat, Murakumo-san.

Ten: Ahh, Muneuji. I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding here, so if you’ll just lemme explain a bit…

Muneuji: Misunderstanding… Explain…

Muneuji: Hah. Does this mean that your love for cats is much deeper than I thought, Murakumo-san?

Ten: What makes you think that?

Muneuji: My deepest apologies. Then could you tell me more about it on the way back to the dorms?

Stray Cat: Meow!

Ten: …Is this what they call being screwed…?

[countrymusiclover]

6 - Will He Ever Realize??

Part 7

It’s About Time

Tags just ask - @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall l @bubble-blu @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad

Author note - would you all want me to skip onto season two or three to make Georgie and Y/n older or just keep going through certain season one episodes???

Walking up the metal bleachers my shoes banged on the ground until I saw my friends waiting near the first row of seats for one of the football games. Hannah grabs my arm tugging me against her. “Hey Ashley got you something.”

“My birthday has already passed, why are you getting me another present?” I asked her looking from her to Ashley.

She unfolds something out of the backup she had for her volleyball practice. “Thought it was about time you had one of these after all this time.” She held up a red tea shirt with the number 23 on the front in the color white.

“You guys are unbelievable. This isn’t going to make him suddenly realize he has feelings for me.”

Hannah sticks her tongue out. “That was what I thought too until Ryker saw me in my volleyball uniform. So it does work.”

“Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes, shrugging the shirt on over my head regardless. The wissel went off where I started walking down the stairs to get a closer look I leaned over the railing.

George sr opened the play book pausing as he looked at where the two teams were on the field. “Hang on.”

“What?” The assistant coach asked.

Georgie’s dad looked at the play book. “Let's go for it.”

“Why? We got plenty of time.” The assistant was still confused.

George said back. “I know. Still want to go for it.”

“We're on the 12-yard line. Everybody know you punt.”

I smiled remembering what Sheldon had said when we were watching a different football game at his house. “Why does everybody knowing something make it right?”

“He's at the 30, the 20, the 10. Touchdown, Wolves!” The pa announcer came over the speakers before everyone in the crowd cheered loudly.

I bolted toward the staircase running out to the football field and jumping over the green fence. The team was all rallied around the guy that had gotten the touchdown. “Georgie!”

“Y/n…oh!” Georgie barely had time to fully turn around before I halted in my tracks and tackled him onto the turf. He fell down and held me by my hips with our faces inches from each other.

“Ooohhh!” Ashley and Hannah’s voices could be heard behind me where we turned our heads seeing them standing off to the side.

Georgie chuckled up at me. “What are they teasing about?”

“Uh nothing. They’re just excited like me that y’all won.” I scramble to my feet helping him up. Georgie stands in front of me noticing the number on my shirt before we had to separate so he could get pictures with his team.

After the game was over the Cooper parents had gone out on a date night leaving the kids and me alone together in the house. Sheldon was out in the garage playing with his trains. That left me, Missy and Georgie in the kitchen and he brought in a Wigi board he had hidden in the garage from their mother. Georgie and I had our hands in the middle eyeing Missy who yanked her hands away. “Pastor Jeff talked about these in Sunday school. He called them Satan’s monopoly board.”

“Come on.” Georgie nudge his head with a smirk on his face.

The phone went off and she got up answering it. “It’s pastor Jeff what do I do?”

“See what he wants.” Georgie answered.

She asked. “What do you want?”

“Um, is your mom home?”

“No, she went out with my dad. It’s just me, Georgie and Y/n. Sheldon is in the garage.” She replied to his question.

“Well I hope y’all will behave yourselves.”

“We are. We’re just watching tv. Okay bye.” She hung up the phone spinning around on her feet beginning to panic. “I just lied to a pastor.”

Georgie tilted his head. “So?”

“So I’m going to hell.”

I shake my head at her. “No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

Georgie shrugged his shoulders. “Sucks for you.”

“I’m going to hell. I’m going to hell!” Missy stomped around back and forth in front of us.

Georgie crossed his arms over his chest. “Relax. Not till you’re dead.”

“Missy if it’s bothering you that bad just call him back and tell the truth.”

She nodded in agreement grabbing the phone on the wall. “I lied to you. I wasn’t watching tv. I was playing with a Wigi board.”

“Who is this?”

She said terrified. “Missy Cooper and I’m going to hell.”

“Missy you’re not gonna go to hell.”

“Yes I do. God knows what I did. He sees everything.”

The pastor paused on his end of the phone. “But he also just saw you be a good Christian and tell the truth. So I promise your soul is safe.”

“If you’re lying you’re going to hell too.” Missy quipped back at him to be super sure.

The pastor hung up the phone. “I’m sure. You take care now.”

She sighed leaving the room and headed towards the garage. “I'm going to play with Celeste, my cabbage patch doll.”

“So you wanna get pizza or something?” I shrugged my shoulders eyeing the game board in front of us.

Georgie nodded his head towards the phone, getting up from his seat and grabbing the phone from the wall. “Once I get more money later the first place I’m going to eat is Chi-chi’s.”

“Tacos and margaritas. That’ll be a pretty nice place to take a girl on a date.” I turned around in my chair looking at him.

He punched in the number waiting for it to ring. “Yeah. We’ll have to go someday.”

“Really?” I gasped, hanging my mouth open thinking that maybe Hannah and Ashley were onto something.

Georgie pulled the phone away from his ear showing me the cut on his wrist. “For sure, Y/n. This means friends for life.”

“Oh…right.” The blush on my face disappeared and I lowered my gaze down to the cut on my wrist, tracing it with my thumb until someone came running through the kitchen from the garage for me to see it was Sheldon.

“Missy coughed on one of my trains!”

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