#Jack is here to sooth and keep us busy

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alrighty so today we have an epic team of dudes in front

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TWST Characters - Big Spoon or Little Spoon?

author note: don't ask me what provoked this, i'm writing these silly little headcanons so that i can get it out of my head so i can write the things i'm supposed to be writing! forgive me for my slowness (｡T ω T｡)

characters: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw & Octavinelle

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Little spoon who thinks he is a big spoon

He will try being both the big spoon and the little spoon respectively

But in his ACADEMIC opinion, he will declare that he is the big spoon

But despite how he insists that he is the big spoon, most nights he ends up falling asleep in your arms

If he wakes up in the middle of the night he’ll groggily try to rearrange but it doesn’t always work

Don’t tease him about it, sometimes he just needs the comfort of being held

Little spoon in denial basically

Ace Trappola

Silly straw who thinks he is a big spoon

No fr this guy will posture and insist that he is 100% big spoon material

But then as SOON as he falls asleep, he’s snoring and throwing his arms around and wiggling around, tossing and turning

Man will NOT keep still

The amount of times you’ve kicked him out of bed bc he keeps waking you up with his flailing

Rarely you’ll get a night where you comfortably sleep with him as the big spoon but don’t get used to it

Deuce Spade

Respectable big spoon

Probably one of the most comfortable people to sleep with

Will cuddle you well enough that you feel soothed but not tight enough that you can’t slip out if you want/need to

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, probably to the extent that you have to tell him to stop fretting

Good boy, 10/10

Cater Diamond

Undeniable little spoon

There is no doubt, just hold him pls

His favourite position is with his back to you bc he prefers it if you can’t see his face

Can’t have you seeing him vulnerable instead of his usual silly, goofy persona

Sometimes tho he’ll lay his head against your chest and you’ll have a little moment together

But don’t mention it otherwise he won’t do it again

Trey Clover

Big spoon

As if there was ever any doubt

He actually really likes spooning, he likes the intimacy

He likes the feel of your heartbeat and being able to stroke a hand through your hair or watch you as you sleep

Plus it is easy for him to slip into bed next to you if he’s stayed up late to finish baking

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Big spoon but only because he treats you like a living pillow

I mean let’s be real all this man does is sleep

So there is no way that you will be anything but the little spoon here

He’ll think its funny if you try to be the big spoon and then just push you underneath him and resume business as usual

Spooning with Leona is either incredibly comfortable or the most uncomfortable sleep you’ve ever had – there is no in-between

He pretends not to care if you voice any discomfort but genuinely will try to be more attentive in future

Jack Howl

Big spoon

But he goes to bed sooo early so you don’t always get to cuddle

Sometimes when you sneak into bed he’ll roll over and engulf you in his arms

As if he sensed you in his sleep

But other times Jack sleeps like a rock

So its kind of hit and miss

But when you do get to spoon, it feels like you are encompassed in a huge, never-ending hug

It may even be tempting enough for you to become a morning person, if you’re not already

Ruggie Bucchi

Little spoon 100%

My man just likes to cuddle up after a long day of making thaumarks and running around taking care of Leona

So there is nothing he loves more than snuggling into your chest or side and passing out

Plus being the little spoon makes it a tiny bit easier to slip out in the morning when he has to do one of his early morning jobs or get Leona's breakfast ready

Plus plus having you there makes his bed feel just that little bit more comforting :)

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Little spoon who thinks he is a big spoon #2

You’ll fall asleep with him being the big spoon but you always ALWAYS wake up with him somehow in the little spoon position with his arms and legs wrapped around you

Will insist this is a misunderstanding and that he slipped bc he’s still not used to beds yet

He actually loves nothing more than burying his face into your chest and feeling nice and safe

Nevertheless he will go to the grave insisting that he is the big spoon

The biggest little spoon in denial, no one compares

Jade Leech

Big spoon

The only time he is a little spoon is when he gets too excited about mushrooms or something and needs to calm down while you stroke his hair

Otherwise he is a big spoon through and through

Thing is though, his grip is TOO strong

Once you make the decision to spoon with him, there is no escape

His arms will be wrapped so tightly around your waist that you can’t even more an inch away from him

He has absolutely no remorse about it either the next morning, he’ll just give you his little closed eye smile and be all ‘whoops’ but hold you just as tight the next time

Floyd Leech

Hear me out, hear me out

100% a little spoon

He gives off big spoon energy but actually prefers to wrap himself around you and have you hold him and play with his hair and give him back scratches

Be careful if he’s in a silly goofy mood though because he’ll start nipping at you

Thinks its hilarious when you’re relaxing and you suddenly yelp bc he’s nipped at your side

But usually he behaves himself bc sometimes he’s a little touch starved so he really likes it when you hold him

[ozzgin]

Also I love your blogs sorry I’ve been spamming 🩷Hii Author, could you do another part for the small prehistoric reader, where she is actually really strong even though she’s small and innocent looking like stronger than Yujiro and Baki but she’s only really like that when she’s in heat. I wonder how the would react Yk 🤔

Sure! It’s been suggested in the comments as well and it does have a fun twist to it. Female characters stronger than the main cast is the one uncanonical construct that I deeply enjoy.

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Small Reader Headcanons (II)

Featuring the Baki characters and a prehistoric but small sized reader that turns out to be unexpectedly strong.

[Baki Masterlist] [Part I]

The fighters keep a respectable distance from you in order to assure Pickle of your safety. They’d rather not pose as a threat to his mate, especially after seeing how protective he can get. He always keeps you under his watchful gaze, ready to interfere if you need to make use of his strength. At times he’s particularly anxious around you. Professor Payne has explained in more scientifically appropriate terms that you might be dealing with female specific issues. No one pressed it further.

This peaceful resolve does not sit well with Yuujirou. How very pathetic and boring that everyone concomitantly agreed to mind their own business. He itches for a little bit of action and what better way to rile up the prehistoric warrior than messing with his little protégé? He doesn’t want to risk fighting a half-assed Pickle, he wants the wrath, the readiness to kill. So with arrogant mockery he decides to give you a little nudge in front of everyone. Just a mere push, he does show mercy to weaklings like you. Baki is enraged and the other men join him. Everyone is waiting for Pickle to make his move, though bizarrely enough he just stands there, eyes wise in shock. Yuujirou didn’t expect this lack of reaction.

The Ogre is a man with battle experience and nothing can take him by surprise. It is to be noted, however, that sometimes a trade off for the sake of efficiency has to be made. A rational agent in artificial intelligence may have to take millions of variables into consideration in order to compute the most optimal solution and react to the environment. Realistically speaking, therefore, some less probable events are taken entirely out of the equation. So, for example, the idea that you would attack Yuujirou was not something his body expected to react against. The impact of your small fist was doubled by this element of surprise. His eyes roll back and his large body is thrown at quite the distance, leaving significant damage behind.

There’s a deafening silence that lingers for what seems an eternity. Baki feels a mild discomfort on the walls of his throat and he realizes his mouth has been hanging open for long enough that it almost dried up. Did you…did you just knock his father out with one single hit? He slowly turns his head to the other witnesses, wondering if this is a dream and the others will confirm it. Judging by the equally dumbfounded expressions surrounding him, he suspects fearfully that it is, in fact, something that just happened. Jack feels like he’s been kicked in the crotch. Katsumi is overwhelmed by a certain nostalgia, the nervousness he felt when he was a little child attending the Dojo for the very first time. Retsu purses his lips as a solemn frown creases his features. Tokugawa can feel the beads of sweat gathering in the folds of his wrinkled forehead.

The least impressed of the group is Pickle. Almost as if he expected it to happen, he walks up to you and grabs your shoulders before you can approach Yuujirou’s passed out body. Your face relaxes once again and you look up to him with a genuine smile, as if soothing his worries. You’ll stop here, no worries. You pat his large hands and turn around, prepared to leave the scene.

The frightful question now plagues the fighters within the arena: was Pickle protecting you from them, or has it been the other way round all along?

[thehistoriccemetery]

Hi!!! Absolutely love your writing :)

Idk if you’re taking requests but if you are:

Been having a tough time lately, would it be possible to have the female companions (plus Aylin+Isobel) comforting Tav/Reader during a panic attack?

Thank youuuuuu sending you all the love and good vibes

BG3 Ladies Soothe a Panic Attack

I was honestly unsure I’d ever able to do this prompt justice, especially given how differently every person’s needs are in such a situation. But I felt inspired to give it a shot anyway! I hope it’s alright!

I also send good vibes and well wishes to all my fellow panic attack having soldiers.

In the spirit of trying to keep it vague, this one is pretty short. But without further ado, here’s Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, Jaheira, and Isobel and Aylin!

Shadowheart

Shadowheart knows all the clerical tips and tricks that are gonna get you through this you through this.

As soon as you’re in full blown panic she’s got an ice spell at her fingertips, placing her cold hands on your face especially around the eyes.

She kneels down next to you. “Alright love, I need you to breathe with me,” she commands, modeling the most effective breathing techniques.

She’s very soft, nearly whispering so you have to really focus on her in order to understand what she is saying.

She’s very liberal with her praise, telling you how good you’re doing with every breath you’re able to match.

When the panic subsides, she instructs you to rest. She’ll lay with you if you’d like, but you need to rest for at least a few minutes before proceeding with life as usual.

She brings you food and water, taking the opportunity to make sure you’re taking care of yourself in general. You have to eat and drink at least a little bit before she’ll let you go.

She also wants to have a little chat about the root of the issue. What are some of your triggers? What are some things that help you specifically?

Next time, she’s gonna be prepared.

Lae’zel

Lae’zel is not the gentle type when it comes to these sorts of things, though it’s not something she’s entirely unfamiliar with.

When she sees the panic set in, she’s the first to pull you up to your feet and have you do jumping jacks or something.

While any observers might think she’s being heartless or unemphatic, the adrenaline actually works pretty well to pull you out of the panic fast.

She doesn’t make you feel embarrassed about it at all. She simply squeezes your arms and nods in understanding. It happens to the best of us.

Lae’zel is, shockingly, largely unfazed. You get the sense that she dealt with this before. Perhaps she even dealt with panic attacks herself in her youth.

She thinks it’s best to resume normal activities immediately, though she’ll secretly be keeping a special eye on you the rest of the day.

Karlach

In seeing your unbridled panic, Karlach starts to get a little panicked herself.

She just doesn’t really have any experience with this sort of thing and is completely unsure of what to do.

Her first instinct is to hold you, but if you put up any sort of resistance at all she backs off immediately.

Whether you are in her arms or simply next to her, she whispering words of affirmation. But she’s unable to come up with much more than “it’s okay, soldier. It’s gonna be okay. You’ve got this.”

When you’re no longer gripped by panic, she’s still not entirely sure what to do. She’ll take your lead completely. Though she’s not entirely convinced that a simple “back to business” is the best course of action.

She’ll probably want to cuddle or at least hold your hand for a while just to make sure you’re truly alright. If she’s being honest, the ordeal gave her quite a scare. But she absolutely will not make this about her right now.

She’s going to be checking in on you pretty consistently over the next couple days. She may even get some pointers from Shadowheart on what to do if it ever happens again.

Minthara

Minthara’s first priority is privacy and protection. Anyone who isn’t her isn’t allowed to come anywhere close to you. Not when you’re this vulnerable.

After everyone is gone and out of earshot, she asks “Would you like to be held?” She speaks with the same tone and cadence she’s always using. Nothing about her softens.

If you say yes, she’ll silently pull you into her arms, allowing you to sob and heave into her chest until you recover.

Pretty much anything you need is fair game. She will not stop you from clutching at her clothes or skin, even if you accidentally hurt her.

If you say no, she’ll simply sit next to you in silence, occupying herself with a silent menial task. She will allow you some space, but she will not leave you entirely alone.

Either way, anyone who values their life will stay away from you; she’ll make sure of it.

You expect her to lecture you about such a blatant display of weakness, but she doesn’t. And anyone who would dare even mention it will receive a glare that makes them think better of it.

Jaheira

Jaheira’s first tactic is similar to that of Lae’zel. She tries to get you moving until the endorphins help you overcome your panic.

It’s honestly frustrating how effective it is. The height of your panic subsides quicker than it ever has before.

She is, however, quite a bit gentler afterwards. She has questions. Is this a frequent occurrence? What triggers your panic? How can we avoid it in future?

When you express to her your concern about your anxiety making you a weak link, she is quick to shut down any doubt that you are less valuable for this.

She’s raised enough children to know it takes all sorts of strengths and weaknesses to round out a team. Even those on the softer side have their purpose.

She eventually convinces to start taking more days off, especially when the task at hand has a high likelihood to push you beyond your limits.

Isobel and Dame Aylin

Dame Aylin pulls you into her arms. Even if you struggle against it at first, she just holds you tightly against her chest and gently shushes your sobs.

Meanwhile, Isobel handles the situation very similarly to Shadowheart, bringing her clerical knowledge in to support you.

She strokes your face with cooled hands, not minding the way tears pour relentlessly down her hands. All while a strong Aylin gently kisses the crown of your head.

Aylin shields you from the world with her wings, only allowing Isobel close. Anyone else will receive a gentle yet firm “Begone.”

When it’s over, Isobel tells you to rest. She’ll probably insist prefer you came back to/stayed at camp with her for the rest of the day.

As loathe as you are to miss out on a day on adventuring, Isobel’s company makes for the best afternoon anyone could ask for.

[cheynovak]

Family business

Characters: Jack Durfy x F/Reader Y/N  (wife)   

Summary:  After a long day at work, Jack Durfy comes home stressed from the weight of running the family construction business and dealing with his irresponsible brother. His wife, Y/N, tries to soothe him, offering to help with the business and take some of the burden off his shoulders

Warnings: 18+ ish, Build up to spice, anger, nothing too explicit

English is not my first language 

*This story is my own fanfiction, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

* Published September 15th 2024 *

Jack pushed open the backdoor, the cool evening air following him into the house. His boots, caked in dust and mud from the construction site, hit the floor with a heavy thud. Y/N was in the kitchen, stirring something that smelled like heaven, swaying to the music, when she heard the unmistakable sound of Jack’s boots dragging across the tile.

“Babe, how many times have I told you?” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Work shoes off before you get inside.”

Jack, his face set in a tight scowl, barely glanced at her. “Yeah, I know, I know.” he muttered gruffly, his voice clipped. He stalked toward the backdoor again, leaving a faint trail of dirt behind him. Y/N sighed softly, watching him toss his boots aside carelessly, frustration rolling off him in waves.

She wasn’t one to back down. Wiping her hands on the towel, she followed him. “What’s wrong, Jack?” she asked softly, but there was an edge of determination in her voice. She could see it—the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched. Something was eating at him.

“Nothing,” he grunted, brushing past her without a kiss, as he made his way toward the bedroom. But she wasn’t about to let him go that easily.

“Jack…” she called after him, and he stopped, finally turning to face her. His eyes were dark, tired, but there was more than just exhaustion in them. There was frustration, the kind that didn’t just come from a long day of work.

He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping just a little as the words started tumbling out. “It’s my brother,” he admitted, his voice low, as if the very admission was pulling something out of him.

“He called me, again. Wants more money, as usual. I can't believe he is still chasing that acting dream… I could really use his help with the business. Keeps saying he’ll make it big soon, but in the meantime, I’m stuck here running things. I'm done with his shit.”

Y/N’s expression softened. She stepped forward, her hands resting gently on his chest as she looked up at him. “Hey…” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. “The business will be fine. You’ll be fine. Don't let this get to you, you know how he is."

He looked down at her, some of the tension in his face beginning to ease as she spoke. “I can help, you know,” she continued, her fingers tracing soft circles over his chest. “I can take over the books, maybe even take a shift or two if you need help on site. You don’t have to do this alone, Jack. Tell me how I can help.”

Jack let out a breath, one that sounded like he’d been holding it in all day. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. “You shouldn’t have to,” he said, his voice gruff but filled with gratitude. “If my brother would just show up and take some responsibility…”

She smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his lips and then his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “Baby, I married into your, sometimes crazy, family, remember? I knew what I was getting into. Let me help with the books and paper work. It’s one less thing for you to worry about.”

He looked down at her, his expression softening as he cupped her face in his large, calloused hands. “You really want to do this?”

She smiled up at him. “Of course. We’re a team, right?”

Jack leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Okay,” he murmured against her mouth. “But you shouldn’t be doing all this.”

“I want to,” she whispered back, kissing him again. “Now, go shower. You smell like sweat and dirt. Dinner’s in the oven and will be ready in twenty minutes.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, but before she could pull away, his arms tightened around her, drawing her back into him for another kiss. This one was deeper, filled with the pent-up tension of the day, but softened by the relief that only she could bring him.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. “That gives us enough time to shower, together, then.”

Before she could protest, Jack scooped her up, carrying her into the bathroom as she laughed, her protests lost to the sound of the water turning on and the door closing behind them.

Steam rose around them from the hot spray of water, curling into the air as Y/N gently ran her hands across Jack’s tired, sore muscles, massaging the tension out of his broad back. The hot water cascaded over them, but it wasn’t just the heat of the shower that was relaxing him. Her touch was slow, deliberate, filled with care and love. She could feel the tight knots in his shoulders, the strain beneath his skin from long days spent working at the construction site.

“You’ve earned some time off,” she whispered, her lips grazing his damp skin between kisses she left along his shoulders. Her hands slid down to his stomach, and she felt him tense slightly before his hand came to rest on top of hers, his rough, calloused fingers intertwining with hers in a silent thank you.

Jack sighed, leaning back into her, his head falling slightly as her warmth and presence soothed him in ways words couldn’t. "Soon, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion and a hint of guilt. "I'll take you anywhere you want. I promised you that honeymoon, and I’ll make good on it. I’ll give it to ya."

Y/N pressed her cheek against his shoulder, her lips brushing his ear. She knew how much that promise weighed on him, how much it pained him to push it aside for the sake of keeping the business going.

He was a man of his word, and she never doubted he’d follow through. But she also knew how hard it was for him to step back, even for a moment, from the responsibility he’d taken on.

“I know,” she whispered, finishing the sentence for him as if she’d heard him say it a hundred times already. “The business.”

He turned slightly, enough to look over his shoulder at her, his brow furrowed in concern. “I can’t leave it… not right now. There’s so much to do.”

She rested her forehead against his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close. "I get it, Jack."

He let out a heavy breath, leaning into her more fully, the warmth of her body grounding him in the moment. "I don’t want you to worry about it, Y/N. You’ve already got enough on your plate."

“I’m not worried,” she replied softly. “I just want to see you take a breath. Even if it’s for a weekend. You deserve it. We both do. I just... I want some alone time with my husband, not worrying about the business for a day or two."

Jack turned fully now, his hands coming up to cup her face as he looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of gratitude and longing. “I want that too,” he admitted, his voice low and hoarse. “More than anything. But I gotta get this right, Y/N. I can’t let things fall apart. Not after everything we’ve worked for.”

She reached up, brushing a wet strand of hair from his face, her fingers lingering on his cheek feeling the days stubble of his beard coming through. “You’re not letting anything fall apart, Jack. You’ve done more than anyone could ask for. Just don’t forget to live a little, okay?”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he leaned down to press a slow, lingering kiss to her lips, the heat between them not just from the water but from the shared understanding that words couldn’t quite capture. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered. “You’ll never have to find out,” she replied, smiling against his lips before giving him a playful push. “Now finish showering. Dinner’s still waiting, and so am I.”

Jack’s chuckle was low and full of mischief as he backed her against the cool tiles of the shower. The contrast between the heat of the water and the cold tile made Y/N gasp softly, but before she could say a word, he was already kneeling before her. His strong hands gripped her hips as he slowly lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, his gaze dark and full of intent.

"I think I’m in for dessert first," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His lips found their way to her inner thighs, leaving a trail of hot, teasing kisses that made her breath hitch. His stubble grazed her skin, adding a rough edge to the tenderness of his touch.

“Dinner can wait,” he smirked against her skin, his voice vibrating through her as his kisses moved higher, closer. "My wifey is priority."

Y/N’s head fell back against the tiles, her fingers threading through his wet hair as the water cascaded over them both. The heat from the shower was nothing compared to the fire building between them. Jack took his time, savoring every moment, every reaction he pulled from her, his touch firm but adoring.

She let out a soft moan as his lips moved closer to where she needed him most, her body arching toward him in silent plea. Jack’s smirk widened, feeling her respond, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

He was always so good at making her feel like she was the only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed in his world in moments like these.

"You’re always my priority," he whispered, his voice a promise as he began to give her everything she'd been craving.

The stress of the day, the weight of responsibilities, the business—they all melted away under the heat of the moment, replaced by the undeniable pull they had toward each other.

For now, in the steamy haze of the shower, nothing else mattered. It was just them, lost in each other.

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I’m Right Here, Angel (Jack Hughes x Reader)

this is actually an imagine i wrote on wattpad but i wanted to post it on here too for y’all to read :)

(so if you happened to see this on wattpad, no i am not stealing it, it’s my work 😭)

It was a little past midnight when you shot up in bed; body shaking, heart racing and tears beginning to form in your eyes. This was the third time this week you’d woken up in a sudden panic. You had final exams coming up for school, and to say they were stressing you out was an understatement. You were constantly anxious and hadn’t been sleeping well. It didn’t help that your boyfriend, Jack, had been in and out on roadies, and wasn’t always there to comfort you. 

While he was home, however, he spent as much time with you as he could. The Devils have a week long home stand, which is perfect for you, but unfortunately didn’t halt your sudden sleep panics all together. And tonight, Jack was busy with a boys night with his team. 

The team had a night off from games, so they decided to get together at yours and Jacks apartment for game night. You greeted everyone when they got there, but soon after excused yourself to do some studying and head to bed. You had a big week ahead of you, and Jack knew that. He almost felt bad inviting everyone over and not spending time with you, but you assured him it was no problem, you had schoolwork to do anyways. 

However, getting a good nights rest after studying apparently wasn’t going to happen tonight. If there was one thing that could make you feel better from your panic attacks, it was your boyfriend. You wanted nothing more than to be curled up in his arms right now as he rubbed your back and told you everything was going to be okay. But how could you do that when he was occupied with 20 of his teammates right now?

You attempted to fall back asleep, but your efforts failed. Bad. If anything, you only became more stressed as the minutes passed. Your eyes were continuing to spill out tears and your body was still a shaky mess. You really didn’t want to interrupt Jacks night with his friends, you hated the idea of doing it. But you needed your boyfriend now more than ever. 

You climbed out of bed, pulled a tiny jacket over your sleep tank, slipped your slippers on and headed out to the kitchen. As soon as you opened your bedroom door you heard the commotion. Music playing, boys yelling and cards being slapped on the table. Great, and every single one of them was about to see you in your worst state. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, but your eyes were still obviously blood shot red from crying. 

You slinked around the corner and were met with half the Devils team and 10 different conversations taking place. You were hoping to just run right up to Jack and avoid everyone else, but as soon as your presence was in the room, it did not go unnoticed. 

“Y/N! Come back to join us?” One of the guys asked. Immediately, almost all conversations came to a halt and dozens of pairs of eyes were on you. Including the beautiful, green eyes of your boyfriend. 

“Hey baby, what’s up?” He asked. It took him not even a second more to notice your state. Limp, shaky body, glossy eyes, red cheeks. You said not a word as you trudged over to him and plopped yourself down in his lap, not caring that the whole team was watching you. 

Jack didn’t even have to ask, he already knew what was going on. You had your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you buried your face in his shoulder, while he held your tiny waist with his arms, rubbing your back up and down in a soothing manner. You felt him remove one of his hands at one point, waving at his teammates to keep playing their game. He just held you in his arms for a few minutes, letting you calm down. 

He moved one of his hands up to the back of your head and held it tightly before moving his head slightly by your ear and whispering “Do you want me to tell them to leave?”. You shook your head as you finally lifted it off his shoulder, looking into his beautiful eyes. “No, it’s okay.” You said as you sniffled and wiped more tears away. “I just needed you for a minute.” 

Jack looked into your glossy, red eyes and sadness overtook him. All he wanted to do was hold you for the rest of the night and tell you everything was going to be okay. “I’m right here, angel.” He said, as he moved your head to rest back on his shoulder. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.” His sweet words made the tears fall again and your body shake a little more, as you were so grateful for your sweet, caring boyfriend and the comfort that he brought you. 

Jack felt your body begin to tremble again, and he held you even tighter. “Shh, baby it’s okay. Jacky’s here, I’m right here, sweet girl.” His words soothed you, and you began to calm down. You stayed on his lap for a while longer, and eventually he went back to the game with his teammates. You watched and enjoyed being in his presence, as that alone made you feel ten times better. 

After a while, you felt your eyes begin to get heavy. You let your head roll onto Jacks shoulder, and he looked over and noticed your tired state. He rubbed your arm up and down and said “Want me to take you back to bed, baby?” You fluttered your eyes open and nodded your head. Jack wasted not a second more scooping you up bridal style and announcing to his teammates that he would be back. 

A unison of “Goodnight Y/N!” were said from everyone, and you laughed at the sweet guys in your kitchen. Jack carried you back to your room and gently set you back into bed. He pulled the covers over you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, running his thumbs up and down them. “You sure you don’t want me to tell the guys to leave? They won’t mind, I can come lay with you to make sure you’re okay.” Jack offered again, but again you shook your head no. “It’s fine babe, go have fun. I feel better, I promise.” You said with a smile. 

He smiled back and leaned down to plant a long kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry for interrupting boys night.” You said barely above a whisper as his lips detached from your forehead. “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about.” He said, as he sat down on the bed next to where you were laying. “I’m glad you came and told me. I never want you to feel upset or feel like you can’t come to me when you are, even if I’m busy. I’m never too busy for you, you know that.”

You smiled and nodded your head as you did know that. You knew that wholeheartedly. Jack would do anything for you, absolutely anything. You were his world, and he would drop anything to make sure you were okay. 

“Get some sleep, lovey.” He said as he kissed your forehead again. “You know where to find me if you need me.” You nodded and smiled at him. “I love you, Jack.” He returned the smile and rubbed your cheeks with his thumb. “I love you, pretty girl.”

[oletus-writer]

Hi, can I request Jack x flirty reader? Thank you!!

(bonus if he gets flustered)

Of course!

Jack, Keigan, and Grace x flirty reader

Warnings: none

Jack

Jack himself is quite flirty as well, so cue the little game of who gets flustered. Thing is, he is quite used to getting hit on, and he does have experience in making people blush.

As experienced as he is with courtship, saying the dirtiest things with the straightest face would get him quite embarrassed, especially if it’s whispered in his ear in public.

‘H-how rather… brave of you to say that, my dear. You have quite the tongue.’

He’ll do his best to keep up, but if you keep saying such crude things, he might not be able to control himself…

On a sfw note, he really does appreciate all the compliments. They really brighten his day, especially after a bad match.

‘My little robin… how lovely do you look today. May you perhaps indulge me with a little chat? I’d love to take my mind off of a few things, and your lovely voice is the soothing I need.’

Keigan

If you're complimenting her appearance, or saying something dirty, she won't bat an eyelid. However, if you are complimenting her work and what she values, she would be as flustered as you'd be able to see her.

'I-I didn't think you'd think that way, meine liebe.'

Her composure is rather surprising, seeing that she was not often flirted with, being either too busy or outright ignoring any romantic prospects in her life in favour of her work.

Cheezy pickup lines, while they won't work, will make her smile a bit.

'Come here often? My dear, this is my room. Now, how may I help you?'

Sometimes, she'll flirt back, with subtle, almost unnoticeable touches and gifts for you. While she doesn't have much time to spare, she'll make sure you feel appreciated and loved.

Grace

Ah. This one does not have experience with people flirting with her at all, and will smile shyly and point at herself, as if to ask, you're saying this to me?

Eventually, she would get used to the flirtatious comments being directed towards her, but will still get quite flustered. Her ways of returning this affection is to write you letters in her own form of silent flirting.

My love, every thought of mine is filled with you. You never fail to brighten my day, and sometimes I wonder what I have done to deserve you. Thank you, dearest, for accompanying me in this manor's games.

Sometimes she wishes to be able to flirt so easily to see your flustered face, but she is too bashful of a maiden to be able to write such things, so they remain in her thoughts.

The things she does write, you'd have to be really reading into it to spot the implications.

However, she does write some pick up lines with the help of the other residents in the manor. She's doing her best :))

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Junglecorpse, 1.4k ish. In my defense, and I know I say this a lot but it's actually true this time, I am very legitimately going through a lot right now, and I don't know if my therapist would approve of this method of self-soothing or no, BUT whatever, Junglecorpse is one of the few pairings that activates my "MUST HAVE FLUFF NOW" toggles when normally I avoid fluff like the plague. I wrote this snippet a few months back or so for Vamp via chat and expanded it today for Myself™️ so I'm posting it here so I can save it on the masterlist. You do not have to read this.)

“Do you think Tony’s gonna lose his mind and create a new pay-per-view every week?” Jack asks, while thumbing up through his Twitter feed somewhat absently. He’s only got his right hand, as Darby has stolen his left. Darby’s got one of his ink pens, the felt-tipped kind he uses to doodle sometimes, and the brush of the tip against the skin on the back of Jack’s hand is calming. Sometimes Jack ends up with skulls littering his knuckles, other times with swoops and flourishes; mostly, he just lets Darby do his thing. It’s familiar.

“Seems like a bad business model,” Darby replies. His head is bowed, chin turned down as he works. Last week, Jack went out to lunch with his sister with a stylized skateboard heading up against the bump in his wrist bone, and she’d laughed for about three minutes straight.

Jack snorts a little, still scrolling. Doom-scrolling, really, though he’ll never admit that to his therapist. “Yeah, people are gonna stop paying if all they ever see is Hanger and Swerve stapling each other’s chests every single month, over and over again.”

“You may be greatly underestimating the public interest in that.” Darby laughs.

“Oh.” Jack frowns at the back glow, squinting a little. “Shit, yeah, you’re right. Man. Should I start up a homoerotic feud with somebody with the sole goal of getting some really violent death matches?”

“Please don’t let anyone else staple your chest,” Darby says, a bit muffled. The brush pen curls along Jack’s skin.

“Anyone else? Whoa, buddy, stapling me was not on the to-do list for this week.”

Darby snorts. “I like you in one piece, thanks. And I’m not a big fan of watching you bleed all over the mats.”

“Oh, sure, but I have to watch you toss yourself spine first off the posts every Wednesday,” Jack says. He taps the screen again with his thumb, pulling down. Something something official AEW twitter, five clips from the last show, and Stokely buying another celebrity Cameo to woo Kris Statlander. Actually, that one’s pretty funny. He got Barack Obama to do it. Jack didn’t even know Obama had a Cameo.

The brush tip swirls, then taps a few times. “Aw. You gettin’ anxious over me?”

“Well, if you die, who’s going to keep my feet warm at night?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you: wear socks. Your feet are fucking freezing.”

Jack huffs out another laugh. The Obama cameo was hilarious. Stokely deserves managing her at this point. “I don’t need socks, I have your legs.”

“Dick,” Darby grumbles.

“But back to this pay-per-view thing. This is a lot of matches. Having even more on Sunday, every month, feels kind of overwhelming. Like, I need to have the roofing guy come look at my place? And I can’t schedule it because Tony keeps creating new shows.”

“Mm.” Another swoop of the brush, then some lines. Jack glides through an update from Prince Nana that reads truly bizarre, a reblog from Bowens that reads genuinely excited, and a post from Danhausen that’s mostly nonsense ending with ‘you’re cursed.’ “Maybe next week. Your shingles? Or the gutters? I don’t think I remember you talking about any other issues.”

“Just the shingles. After that last wind storm, I think a few came off, and now I’m worried the whole damn thing will come down around me one night.”

Darby huffs out a laugh, but the doodling ministrations on the back of Jack’s hand don’t pause. “I think you’d get a bit of a heads up before that happens.”

“Only if someone is physically there to yell ‘heads up’ at all times,” Jack jokes. Another tweet from the official AEW account, and then a reblog. Sammy posted. Ricky posted. Sammy tweeted at Ricky with a bunch of capslock, Ricky quote-retweeted with a gif of a dancing middle finger, and Jack skips all of that. Let them argue on main if they want to. Sammy’s just gonna try to fall on Ricky from the scaffolding again.

“I’ll do it.”

The drawing on the back of his hand stops. “Oh, yeah?” Jack smiles. “Are you volunteering to always…” He looks down at the doodles on his skin, and freezes.

Adorning his knuckles are a series of curves, vine-like, that curl up towards his ring finger where they create a solid horizontal line, and in the middle of his hand, somewhat shaky, given they were written upside down to be read from Jack’s direction, blocky letters spell WILL YOU MARRY ME.

Jack’s chest constricts. He can’t breathe. With his heart roaring against his ears, he whips his gaze up to stare at Darby, whose expression is maddeningly neutral. “Darby. What the fuck?”

“Okay, that’s… a response,” Darby says, with the tiniest of shrugs and a pinch to his lips. “Think it’s pretty clear.”

“Are you… are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Darby replies, mouth quirking up at the corners. “Yeah, I am.”

“You…” Jack’s tongue is ungainly, swollen. “Oh my god.”

“I’m not hearing an answer.”

“But… why would you…”

Darby drops his eyes, dragging his thumb over the topmost part of his impromptu design in a caress, and his smile never really diminishes. “Jack, what did you think this was? What did you think this was going to be? I don’t do things in halves, I told you that from the get-go. You know me. It’s you and me, and that’s what I want. Forever.”

“Are… are you sure?” Jack’s gonna choke on everything bubbling up from his chest.

Darby’s eyes slide back up. They reflect the lamplight, bright shiny starbursts. “Yeah, Jack, I’m really fucking sure. And if you don’t—”

“Yes.”

Darby pauses, tongue slipping out to press into the corner of his mouth. “Yes?”

“Yes.” Jack laughs, the sound bubbling up through his throat. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Holy shit.” Darby’s smile widens, impossibly stretched. “Holy shit. Really?”

Jack grabs for Darby’s face, clutching the sides of his head. He mashes their mouths together with way too much force, but he can’t stop it, because the rattling in his veins has started to sing. Then he pulls away. “You asked, you absolute loon, how did you not expect an answer? Yes, really. Really.”

And then he’s not really sure of much other than the fact that they’re both laughing, euphoric, and Jack doesn’t care about the roof anymore, or the idea of someone stapling his chest, because all that really pales in comparison to everything else, and he thinks ah, that’s exactly how it should be.

His brain starts to catch up with reality, sluggish. “Where are we gonna live? My place, or your place? This is opposite sides of the country, you know. Oh, wow. We’re gonna have to file taxes together.”

Darby laughs, features pulled incredulous. “What?”

“Should we hyphenate our last names?” Jack’s eyes track over Darby’s face: blue, blue, blue, his eyes are so blue. Should they have blue in their wedding? Should they have a wedding? “Should we hyphenate them in the ring? Wait, I have to go to the grocery store today, and I don’t want to wash this off my hand. Should I take a photo? Or wear a glove? Am I gonna look like Michael Jackson?”

“Jack,” Darby laughs again, high and bright. “Darling. Light of my life. You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“I’m seventeen steps ahead again, aren’t I.”

Darby grabs his face between his palms. “Yes. Yes, you are. Honestly, I don’t know where we’re gonna live. We’ll probably just keep both places. Yes, we’re gonna have to file taxes together. No, I don’t know if we’ll hyphenate our names; I really don’t give a shit. Yes, you can take a photo. No, you will never look like Michael Jackson.”

“You don’t have an opinion about our names?” Jack asks.

Darby hauls him closer, until their noses touch. He’s smiling, smiling, and Jack’s smiling, the expression too wide and aching on his face. “Jack, I don’t fucking care. I just want to be with you and your stupidly cold feet.”

“Does this proposal come with the condition that I have to buy some socks?”

“Don’t you even dare,” Darby replies, his thumb gliding along Jack’s cheek a little. “You’re gonna shove your feet between my legs in the middle of the night and jolt me awake like you always do, and I’m gonna fuckin’ love it, every damn time.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a sap,” Jack says.

“Get to used to that, ‘cause you’re gonna be legally stuck with me after this.”

“Awesome,” Jack breathes, and kisses him again.

[givemea-dam-break]

ephemeral - chapter one

a/n: hello everyone!! finally had some inspiration, so this will be the first part of a lockwood x reader multipart series!! i hope you enjoy!!

warning: angst, mild language gn reader

full collection: here

It's a warm day out, and you can feel the heat of it even deep within the kitchen at Arif's, intensified by the humming ovens. Sunlight beams through the open window, and you can faintly hear singing birds within the bustling noise out in the front of the store. Summertime is always busy, and although not many people can actually sit in, queues are often out the door, bringing with them loud conversations and whispered gossip.

Soft music plays from a speaker as you roll out some dough, hands dusted in flour, and you find yourself quietly singing along. The smell of pastries of all kinds baking is soothing.

You're the only one working in the back. Arif is dealing with orders at the counter. Kate and Lana are off running deliveries. Jack is on holiday, revelling somewhere in the Scottish countryside. But you don't mind. Even with all the customers, the rush is something you've grown used to over the past few months, and you've found ways to manage it. The less you rush, the quicker the food gets done, as strange as it sounds.

When Arif appears in the kitchen doorway, your hands are buried in a fresh batch of dough you're in the middle of making.

Arif's a big guy, but he's got a sweet face and an incredible recipe book, so it's no wonder he's so popular in this part of London. Even though he's been working out front, he wears his trademark pink apron that had been a gift from you and the others for his birthday. He's smiling, rubbing his hands together enthusiastically. A habit, you've found, when he's about to start baking.

"Shift swap?" you say.

He nods. "A few customers sitting in, but the queue has died down for now. I'll wait out front while you clean up."

It doesn't take long to finish making the dough and clean your hands. Swiftly, you swap your flour-covered apron for your front-of-house one, which looks much more presentable, but Arif still has to dust flour from your hair as you pass him.

It's routine now. Come to the bakery in the morning, work the kitchen until lunch, and then swap into the front until closing. Surprisingly, it took only a few days for you to fall into the routine, despite the dozens of late nights you worked in your previous position, and you've found yourself enjoying it.

Even if you have to hear his voice almost every day.

He comes in around ten in the morning, so it's not like you have to see him or be the one to serve him. Usually, you're in the middle of making a fresh batch of pain au chocolat or scones, depending on what day it is and which regulars have arrived, and you know that that's down to Arif's rota. Unknowingly, he's saved you a lot of unease. You're not even sure that he's aware you work here now.

But today is the exception.

You're in the middle of refilling the display cases with doughnuts and croissants when he appears, framed with beautiful golden sunlight. His hair falls over his forehead, brushing just above his dark eyes, lined with thick lashes. The past few months of summer heat have not permitted him a tan, but there are a few very faint freckles on the bridge of his nose. And despite the temperature, he still wears that ridiculously long greatcoat.

"Surely you're melting in that," you say, closing the case and coming to stand by the till. "It's twenty-five degrees out."

It's now that you notice the frozen look of shock on his face. His eyebrows, barely visible under his hair, are almost comical in their position, raised halfway up his head, and his mouth hangs open slightly.

"(name)," he says after opening and closing his mouth a few times. "I didn't - um, where's Arif?"

"In the back making the goods." You keep your voice light, but it's easy to pick out the undertone of strain in it.

You haven't seen Anthony Lockwood in eight months. Yes, you've heard his voice frequently when he's come to place orders. Yes, you've even made his orders - and been tempted to replace the almond sauce he likes with lemon - but it's insanely different from standing in front of him now. Even though he's uncharacteristically quiet, all you can hear is your last conversation together and the horrible things you both said.

"What can I get you?" you ask, trying to shove down the awkward tension that's forming between you both. "Just the usual?"

"You know my order?"

"I've been making it for the past eight months. And I also used to be on the receiving end of the deliveries." Already, you're typing it into the register. "Two jam doughnuts, one glazed, half a dozen almond fingers, and three croissants, all for delivery, right?"

He looks even more shocked than when he first saw you. "Uh, yes, please... Oh, and -"

"Three teas to go?"

That part isn't memorised because of your job. That part you know from your time spent at Portland Row. You know exactly how much milk to put in each cup.

"Erm, yeah, if you wouldn't mind."

"I don't mind at all. In fact, I get paid for this."

He hands you the money for the total order, and you print out the delivery order, slipping it through a small window behind the counter that leads to the kitchen. Arif's hand, covered in chocolate chip cookie dough, snatches it away.

Lockwood stands as you fill the to-go cups with tea and milk, and he watches carefully as you squeeze a dollop of honey into one of them.

"You know," he says, "I've actually been looking for you. We need to talk."

You hand him the cookies, eyeing the bakery door. "Yes, well, you've found me, but talking will have to wait. I've got customers to serve."

As if on cue, a short old woman, one of your favourite regulars, clears her throat behind Lockwood. Next to him, she looks tiny, but the look on her face has him shuffling to the side and out of the way.

"Just the usual, Nancy?"

She nods, and you type in her order.

"When do you finish?" Lockwood asks as you step back over to the coffee machine and begin making the order. You take a few cookies out of the case as you wait.

"That's for me to know," you say. Then, plastering on your customer service smile, "Thank you for popping in. See you around."

But he doesn't leave yet. He watches as you serve the next few customers, only hesitating when the queue begins building up again for the lunchtime rush. Relief overtakes you when he does leave, finally free from the weight of his gaze, and you can breathe again.

You're not very lucky, though.

An hour later, he reappears just shortly after the rush has died down and there are only a couple of customers left, sitting and chatting at the tables. He saunters up to the counter, filled with the confidence he lacked earlier.

But you know him. You can see that it's not entirely genuine from the way his fingers discreetly tug on his pocket zip and fiddle with the hilt of his gleaming rapier.

"Hello. What can I get for you?"

"A few minutes of your time."

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you say, "I'm afraid that'll be quite expensive. And, unless you're going to order any food or drinks, it's also quite improbable that you'll get that order."

"Fine. I'll have one of those."

Your eyes follow his pointed finger and you raise your brows. "Apricot Danish? Lockwood, you don't like apricot."

"Lovely of you to remember. I'll have one anyways."

Begrudgingly, you pluck one out of the case and place it in a little box once he's handed you the money owed. The whole time, his eyes follow you.

"Now, how about those few minutes of your time?"

You almost smile, ready to tell him that you've no time to spare, and another customer is entering the bakery, but Kate, one of your coworkers, appears, smiling.

"I've finished deliveries," she says, brushing her dark hair into a ponytail. "Arif says you're on break."

The look you give her is murderous, but she only grins, nudging you out of the way as she pulls on a pair of gloves and greets the next customer. Lockwood looks slightly too happy.

"Go sit somewhere," you grumble. "Give me a minute."

He disappears, and you huff as you tear off your gloves and apron.

Although it's been over half a year since your fight, seeing Lockwood brings it all up to the surface, bubbling and boiling. Your skin feels hot with anger and sorrow you haven't felt for a good while, fresh as if you've been transported back to the day it all happened.

Lockwood is sitting at one of the corner tables, far from the other customers, nudging the box holding his purchase. At the sight of your approach, he perks up, donning that infamous white-toothed smile of his.

"Here you go." He pushes the box over as you sit.

You stare at him. "What?"

"For you. You used to get them all the time."

Part of you wants to leap with joy at the fact that he remembers a small detail like that, but it's squashed almost instantaneously by your anger and confusion. You don't touch the box as if it is contaminated. It hurts that someone so distant from you now remembers such a thing.

"What do you want?"

"We need to talk."

"Yes, you've mentioned. We're currently talking."

He shoots you a look, but there's no anger behind it. Not even frustration. "I need your help. We need your help."

"We being you, Lucy, and George?"

"Yes."

"And what makes you think I'll help you?"

The question stumps him, but he recovers quickly, brushing imaginary dust off his pristine white shirt. It's infuriating how the sunlight hits his face, emphasising all of his perfect features. His eyes sparkle like molten bronze.

"It's a big case, a lot of money involved, and you could get a decent cut of it. There are some things we need, but that involves -" He lowers his voice, leaning close to you - "stealing." Sitting back again, he speaks normally once more. "Now, if this were any normal case, we'd be fine on our own. But it's not a normal case. The documents we need are at the Rotwell building, and nobody knows that building like you do."

You cross your arms. "You're telling me all of this as if I'd accept. Judging from the fact that you want me to steal from the second-largest agency in the country, it'll most likely be a pretty dangerous job and, while that would rack up a lot of money, I'm sure you can tell that I'm not an agent anymore. I'm rusty."

"(name), you know I wouldn't be here asking you for help unless we really needed it."

"The last time we saw each other, you called me a hindrance to the team and demanded I leave lest I kill myself or the others."

He winces. "And if I remember correctly, you called me, and I quote, 'a massively conceited asshole who cares more about his company's status than the lives of his agents'."

"And I'd say it again. But if I'm such a problem, why come to try and hire me again?"

"It's temporary," Lockwood says. "And, like I said, you know Rotwell's just as well as George knew Fittes', if not better. We need this information."

"What do I get out of it? Peace from you? A written apology?"

"A cut of the money."

"Yes, you said, but do you really think that a sum of money is going to console me when I'm working with the guy who fired me because of a small slip-up?"

"It wasn't small -"

"It most certainly was. Do you think I meant to trip over Lucy? The iron circle had been fixed immediately, and no one other than me was hurt. My arm was in full working order a week after it happened, thank you for asking."

He's quiet for a minute, pondering, but his eyes are unnerving. They follow your every move as if waiting for you to pounce. You don't miss the way his fingers tap on the table, a tell-tale sign of his nerves.

"You won't see me again."

"What?"

"You heard me." He finally looks away, finding the Apricot Danish more interesting than you. "I'll make sure you don't see me again. Things ended badly, worse than they should've, and there's obviously still a lot of animosity on your part, so I'll stay away until you're ready to speak to me again, or forever if I have to."

Forever...

A small part of you, the same part that enjoyed the feeling of being known, is screaming, begging you not to accept. But, at the same time, it's painful merely sitting in front of him right now, and, if he's offering you peace from that, you should take it. It won't take long to get this job out of the way, and then you can be free of him.

"You don't have to decide right now," he clarifies. "But, if you accept the offer, come to the house once your shift finishes. We can discuss things then."

As he stands, he pushes the box holding the Danish closer to you.

Then, with a swift brush of air, he's gone, leaving nothing but a sense of... confusion, anger, and a little lingering absence, in his wake.

<- full collection part 2 ->

[forabeatofadrum]

A Sandy Situation

Summary: Jack falls asleep on a beach. He's woken up by someone yelling and Jack realises that some children have buried him in the sand. Luckily, that person offers to dig him out.

Notes: The creators of @madisonandmore have been revealed, so I can finally post my story here as well.

I saw this prompt and I loved it. I set this fic in Italy because I can. Thank you @coffeegleek for the amazing title and I hope y'all enjoy.

AO3

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Jack's tired. He's been tired for a while, which is why this vacation is needed. He's on the beach. He's lying in the water, but at the shallow part, enjoying the sun. He’s applied enough sunscreen and he’s wearing his trusty Falconers cap.

Damn, he needed this.

The Falconers didn’t win the cup this season, but it was still a busy season. The moment it was over, he packed his stuff and booked a flight to Italy. He declined an offer to go to Bonaire with some of his teammates. He loves those guys, but he needed some alone time.

The Italian sun is shining brightly and the warm temperature is soothing, in a way. Jack normally has to get used to heat. He is Canadian, after all! But now it only helps him relax.

He can feel himself doze off.

--

Jack is slowly being woken up, but not in a calm way.

No, he’s being woken up by Italian yelling.

“Ma cosa avete in testa? Dove sono i vostri genitori? Queste cose sono pericolose!”

Jack tries to open his eyes. He’s still waking up, but after hearing that loud voice, he’s more awake than before. He tries to lift his arm to rub his eyes, but then he realises he can’t. Something is pressing his arm down.

In fact, something is pressing Jack’s entire body down.

He blinks a couple of times and his eyes hurt because of the sudden influx of light. Once he’s gotten used to it, he takes in the view.

Jack is still lying on the beach. The tide has changed so he is no longer in the water, but instead of seeing his body, he sees sand. There is sand everywhere. A group of young kids are standing next to him, with their backs turned to him. They don’t pay him any attention. Instead, they’re being scolded by someone in angry Italian.

The kids are holding buckets and plastic shovels and Jack realises what is going on. These kids buried him in sand in his sleep.

“Uh… ciao?” Jack says and the kids all tense up. One of them even drops their tools in shock.

Some look over their shoulders and they seem alarmed.

An adult moves the kids to the side. Jack can only see an silhouette because of the sun.

“Tutto bene? Cristo, mi dispiace. Questi bambini pensano di essere divertenti, ma non preoccuparti, ti tirerò fuori di lì-”

This person crouches down and Jack finally can see who woke him.

The guy looks worried as he keeps talking in rapid Italian, but Jack doesn’t hear it. He’s too shocked by the sight of this guy. He’s blond and he has gorgeous brown eyes. He’s wearing red swim trunks and his chest… Jack’s derived mind wants to reach out and touch it, which isn’t a good idea because it would be inappropriate and impossible because of the huge chunk of sand.

Jack realises that the guy’s stopped talking and that he is waiting for Jack to say something back.

“Oh. Uh. Non, uh, non parle- I mean, parlo italiano,” he stammers out.

“Ah.”

“Tourist,” Jack says and he wants to point towards himself to drive his point home, but again, there is a lot of sand.

Jack’s an athelete. He’s incredibly strong, but the even distribution of the sand over his entire body makes it impossible to break out of it. He can feel his arms against his body and the pressure keeps it all down. The fact that the sand is damp makes it even harder.

“Do you speak English?” the guy asks, in English, with an American southern twang in his voice.

“Yes!”

The guy lets out a relieved sigh.

“My daddy is Italian, but I grew up in America. I’m Eric, but everyone calls me Bitty, and I am going to get you out of here,” he says.

“My name is Jack,” Jack says and damnit, he wants to extend his hand. Jack doesn’t realise how used he is to moving freely until it he is unable to do so. “What happened?”

“These pieces of work thought it would be funny to bury you in the sand,” Bitty shoots the kids a nasty look.

“How did this happen?” Jack asks.

“From what I’ve gotten, you lying on the wet sand allowed a small hole for your body to form. The kids saw that and thought it’d be funny to pile a lot of wet sand onto you. They tried to make the hole bigger by digging out sand around you and then they used it to bury you,” Bitty explains and then he turns to the kids again, “Even though they should know that it is incredibly dangerous to bury someone in a hole in the ground! It is safer to put a little amount of dry sand on someone on the surface!”

The kids looks ashamed. One tries to say something, but Bitty’s ice cold stare cuts them off.

“Stava dormendo, for fuck’s sake!” Bitty bites out.

The word dormendo sounds like the French word dormir, which means sleep. Bitty’s right, though. Jack was fast asleep and he didn’t notice a thing. It’s a good thing Bitty was yelling so loudly.

“Uh, hello?” Jack calls out, “Can we go back to this whole sand situation? I kind of want to get out of here.”

Jack doesn’t know if these young Italian kids can speak English, or if they just understand what Jack said because of the context, because the moment Jack finishes that sentence, the kids turn on their heels and bolt.

“Siete degli stronzetti del cazzo!” Bitty yells. He gets up to chase after them but then he realises that it would mean leaving Jack buried in the sand and he stops himself.

“It’s... fine.”

“It’s not,” Bitty sounds frustrated. He’s right, but Jack’s just too used to saying that things are fine when things are clearly not fine.

And he is not fine now. It’s a good thing that the tide is low as well. Really, what the hell were those kids thinking?

“Really sorry about this,” Bitty says and to Jack’s surprise, Bitty starts digging with his bare hands.

“Not your fault.”

“I know, kinda. Still. It feels like at least someone should apologise to you for this shit,” Bitty says and Jack is amazed when Bitty grabs a chunk of sand and tosses it into the sea.

“Thanks. And, uh, it’s fine if you need to get a shovel or something. I will survive.”

Bitty tuts.

“Nonsense, honey. I will not leave you unattended, which makes me wonder where the hell the lifeguard is.”

Jack hadn’t even thought of that.

“Well, start with the upper body then. If you free my arms, I can dig out my legs.”

“Oh, good looking and smart!” Bitty says with a wink, but then he continues as if nothing’s happened and Jack blinks a couple of times. Bitty did just call him good looking, right?

“I have a master’s degree in history, yeah,” Jack blurts out and unfortunately, Bitty’s still digging out his arms, so he cannot slap his hand against his forehead. Why does he have to bring up his degree? Is he trying to impress him? Why would Bitty care about his master’s degree in history anyway?

But Bitty does sound interested.

“Oh yeah? What do you do now, then? Are you one of those fancy historians?”

Jack barks out a laugh. It’s far from it.

“No. I play hockey.”

“Really?” Bitty’s smile widens, “So do I.”

“Professionally?”

Bitty laughs. It sounds like music to Jack’s ears.

“Oh, I wish. No, just for fun. Ice hockey, right?”

“Yes! You play?”

“I started out as a figure skater and switched to ice hockey,” Bitty explains.

“That’s really cool,” Jack says honestly. The two sports are very different, so it must’ve been an impressive switch.

The two of them talk about hockey and Jack learns that even though Bitty likes playing, he doesn’t really pay attention to the professional hockey world, which relieves Jack. They’re so invested in their conversation, since Jack is always 110% when it comes to hockey and Bitty loves to talk, that they don’t realise Bitty’s dug out most of Jack’s upper body until Bitty accidentally scratches Jack’s chest.

Bitty pulls back his hand in shock and he stares at Jack with wide eyes.

“I… Sorry.”

“No worries,” Jack says.

Now that the upper part of his body has been freed, he’s able to sit up and shake off some extra sand. He rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms. Oh, freedom!

He also runs his hand through his hair to get rid of the sand there, but it’s no use. The moment Jack’s fully free, he’s going for a swim and then he’s going to take a shower.

He wants to thank Bitty for helping him. He wants to tell Bitty that he can take it from here.

But when he turns to Bitty, Bitty’s in awe. His eyes are still wide and he is definitely checking Jack out now.

Jack doesn’t mind at all. He knows he looks good. He’s comfortable in his skin and the appreciation is a nice bonus. He usually doesn’t try to care that much about what others think of him, but with Bitty, Jack likes to be seen.

When Bitty realises that Jack’s noticed, he starts to sputter out some words, but Jack just laughs.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you know?” he says, hoping that it comes off as flirty. Jack isn’t always the best with words, but he’s had to endure enough of Ransom and Holster’s PowerPoint Presentations on flirting to at least pick up some things.

Bitty turns as red as his swimming trunks, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he moves to dig out Jack’s legs and all plans of telling Bitty to leave fly out of the window. Jack does help him and after a short amount of time, Jack can move his legs too.

Bitty burst into laughter when he sees Jack’s yellow water shoes, though.

“They’re practical!” Jack says.

“They sure are a choice, dear.”

Bitty gets up and holds out a hand. Jack doesn’t necessarily need to be helped up, but he cannot deny Bitty.

“Freedom!” Jack yells out, which makes some people stop and stare. Bitty laughs again and Jack realises that he likes to make Bitty laugh. He wants to make him laugh some more.

“Well mister…”

“Zimmermann,” Jack supplies.

“Zimmerman. Mister Zimmermann, what will you do with this newfound freedom?”

Jack turns his head towards the sea. The water is gorgeous and inviting. He already knew what he wants.

“Join me for a swim?” he asks and he holds out his hand. Bitty takes it.

--

Half an hour later, and after a short shower at the beach showers, Jack and Bitty walk towards the accompanying beach club and Jack realises he doesn’t want this to end. He wants Bitty to stay, but before he can ask, Bitty beats him to it.

“I don’t want this to end. Do you?” he asks.

“I don’t want that either,” Jack admits.

Bitty turns red again, but a huge smile also breaks out on his face.

“Great. So, then, can I buy you a drink?”

“Yes!”

Bitty orders since Jack’s Italian is kind of horrendous.

“Oh honey, I have so much to teach you,” Bitty says as they sit down with their drinks.

“Yeah?” Jack asks. He likes the sound of that. He likes the idea of seeing Bitty again.

“How have you been surviving in this country?” Bitty jokes.

“Barely,” Jack deadpans and Bitty snorts, “Note to self, don’t fall asleep on the beach.”

“To be fair, I don’t think a lot of tourist websites include that tip,” Bitty says with a smile, “Although, may I say that a part of me is glad that those shitheads buried you in sand?”

“Yes,” Jack says, “You may. I am glad too.”

It was still a shitty thing to do, but it brought him and Bitty together.

And Jack moves his hand closer to Bitty’s, hoping that it isn’t too forward. It’s just the touch of the fingertips, and he’s certain he’s read the situation correctly, but you can never be too cautious. Luckily, Bitty has an enamoured look on his face and he puts his hand over Jack’s.

All things come to an end, and Bitty has to go. His family is throwing a BBQ and Bitty promised he’d be home early so that he could help out. They finish their drinks, and then walk hand-in-hand to the exit, but Bitty stops them there.

“Can I get your number?” he asks.

Jack agrees that that’s a great idea. They quickly exchange numbers and promise to call each other.

“Well then, bye,” Bitty says and he does an awkward wave.

“See you later,” Jack says and winks.

Bitty once again turns red, but then he turns around and slowly walks away. Jack watches him go with a fond look on his face. Jack is very happy about how this day ended. He didn’t come to Italy to find a date, but he’s not complaining at all.

He does realise there’s a way to make this day even better.

“Wait!” Jack yells and runs after him.

Bitty turns around and he raises an eyebrow. Jack stops right in front of him.

“Did I forget anything?” Bitty tilts his head in confusion.

“Yeah,” Jack says nervously, but then he thinks, fuck it.

He cups Bitty’s face. Bitty’s dark eyes widen when he realises what Jack is planning. He tilts his head in anticipation and he puts his hands on Jack’s arms. Jack leans in to kiss him.

It’s a small and soft kiss, but it’s perfect.

Jack kisses him again, and again.

Eventually, Bitty’s phone starts buzzing and they reluctantly stop.

“That’s… that’s probably my mama,” Bitty sounds flustered, “I should get going.”

“Yeah,” is all that Jack says.

“But I’ll see you. Tomorrow, preferably. I know a great trattoria for lunch.”

“Yeah,” Jack says again, “Text me the address. I’ll be there.”

“Can’t wait,” Bitty says and they kiss one last time before Bitty’s phone plays its ringtone. His mother must be really impatient.

They say their goodbyes and Jack watches Bitty turn a corner and he’s gone.

For now.

Jack lets out a happy sigh and he walks back to the beach so that he can pack up his stuff. His phone buzzes. It’s Bitty, who sent the address.

> See you tomorrow! A domani!

Jack can’t wait.

--

End notes: Thank you @martsonmars for providing me with the Italian translations. Here's the original English:

- “What were you guys thinking? Where are your parents? This is incredibly dangerous!” - “Are you alright? Oh my God, I am so sorry. These kids think they’re funny, but no worries, I am going to get you out of there-” - “He was asleep, - “Fucking assholes!” - See you tomorrow!

It was very nice to have 6 different versions of "Fucking assholes!" to choose from. Anyway, thank you for reading!

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Reflecting - Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

The trio had spent the better part of the night working over plans, plots and schemes, thinking up ways to get into Casares’ mansion, of rescuing Jack, retrieving the manifest and obtaining the cursed mirror. Many avenues were explored but, as the clock closed in on midnight, only one idea garnered unanimous, if unenthusiastic, agreement.

The plan was that Ryan would approach the house under some guise or another, possibly as a salesman, maybe even as a police officer. He would try to distract Casares and his henchmen, keep their attention off of the rear grounds. Ryan, now transformed back into his adult self, was the only real advantage they had, as he was unknown to Jack’s captors.

Micki and Johnny would attempt to get inside the house some other way and liberate Jack first, and the two items, if possible. Not the best plan, they all agreed, but they didn’t have many options.

The lateness of the hour forced them to put the plan on hold until the following day. Johnny decided it was best if he headed back to his place for the night, as they could all use some rest. He exchanged his good-byes, once more telling Ryan that it was good to see him back as his old self, and left the shop.

Once alone, Ryan and Micki went to the kitchen, which was located upstairs with their bedrooms. Micki put on a kettle for a pot of tea, a soothing nighttime blend. Ryan sat at the old wooden table, watching her.

While she busied herself with cups and saucers and spoons, he spoke up. “Micki, I’m sorry I abandoned you and Jack.”

Micki walked over to the table, placed a cup and saucer before both their spots and sat down, kitty-corner to Ryan. She looked at him and smiled. “Ryan, you didn’t abandon us. You weren’t given a choice, really, it was forced upon you. You had no idea what had happened, and there was no way either Jack or myself was going to let you stay here. It was too dangerous. Your,” she stopped, looking down at her empty cup, then continued. “Your mom showing up at the same time worked out for the best. She wanted a second chance at raising you, and you needed someone to take care of you, to keep you far away from here.”

Ryan was looking at the tea kettle, which was slowly warming. “I understand it all, Micki. At least, now I do. I have to admit, though, it has been a very confusing year for me. The memories I had, the nightmares, I was confused, to say the least. Now, it feels like a fog has cleared and everything has come into focus again.”

Micki moved her cup in circles on the saucer. Her voice very low, she said. “Does it make me a horrible person if I say I thought often of you coming back, of whatever happened to you being undone and you being yourself again, your true self.”

“Micki…” Ryan began, but stopped when she stood up and walked to the stove as the kettle began to whistle. She filled both their cups, returned it to the stove and sat back down, unable to look at Ryan.

“Micki,” Ryan continued once she had stopped stirring her tea. “That doesn’t make you anything but human. I missed you, too, even if I didn’t know why or who I was missing. I know that sounds weird, but the past year has been full of weirdness for me. Like I said, looking back on it, I feel like I had a “Get-Out-Of-Hell” free card that you and Jack didn’t get. While I was off going to school and reading comic books, you two had to keep searching for the antiques. That wasn’t fair to you.”

Micki looked up at him now, a small smile on her lips. “Don’t forget Johnny. He has been a big help to us since you, well, since you went away. He has stepped up and helped out, even though he didn’t have to. He’s a good guy, Ryan, really.”

Ryan just nodded, then sipped his tea. Micki did the same, and neither spoke for a several minutes. The peaceful company of each other, at long last, was enough.

Finally, placing his empty cup on the matching saucer, he looked at her again. “I’m sorry about everything that happened in France.”

Again, Micki disagreed with him, shaking her head as she spoke. “No, Ryan, you have nothing to be sorry about. That was all Asteroth’s doing. He was an evil man who obtained a horrible book that led him to do things no one should ever attempt. You weren’t in control of yourself, that I know. And look what you gave up? You lost yourself, your life, for over a year. And now…” she reached out, putting her hand atop of his on the table. “Ryan, I am so sorry about your mom. She loved you, and she was so happy to just get to be your mom again.”

Ryan nodded, looking down at her hand on his. “I know, I know.” he said, choking up. “And I mean it when I say I am going to make Casares pay for whatever it is he did to her. But even though the past year was confusing, I am glad I got the chance to reconnect with her. I guess that is the good I can take from the whole thing, right?”

Micki nodded and smiled. Her heart filled with love once more, looking at him here before her, the real Ryan, her Ryan, back to his old self.

Ryan smiled back. Slowly he pulled his hand from hers and stood up, retrieving the kettle from the stove and refilling their cups. “So,” he said, sitting back down. “Did I miss a lot this past year? You guys got tons of items back and stored them safely below, right? Piece of cake?” he smirked a little, hoping the words were true.

“Well, we did get a bunch of items back, but, you know.” she answered, again stirring the cream into her tea. “The manifest is filled with so many items still left to recover. So much still left to do. I hope Jack…” her words trailed off, her eyes lost in the swirling clouds floating in her teacup.

Now it was Ryan’s turn to place his hand over hers. “We’ll get Jack back, Micki. We will get him out of there, in one piece. And we will deal with Casares and his goons. Once that is all done with, we can get back to work on getting the rest of these things back and into the vault.”

Micki looked up at Ryan, right into his eyes, the eyes she had missed looking at, eyes she had dreamt about night after night. “You know,” she said. “You don’t have to come back here, to this shop, this mission. You can always just stay away, stay safe.”

Ryan shook his head, his hand going under hers, squeezing tightly. “No, this is where I belong, in this shop, working with you and Jack to set things right again. We are in this together, and I’ve been gone too long.”

Micki’s face beamed and her heart pounded at the words as he said them. She raised her free hand and touched his cheek. “Ryan.” she said, looking at him, deep in his eyes. She needed to touch him, to make sure he was real, that he was really here before her. “I have missed you so much.”

Ryan squeezed her other hand, still held in his, a little tighter. “C’mon,” he said, smirking. “We better get some sleep. I feel like I’ve aged twenty years today.”

She laughed at his joke, and then they went off to their bedrooms. Even though she was worried for Jack, Micki feel into a deep, restful sleep. Ryan was back and close to her once more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, Johnny came in through the front door of the shop carrying a cup of coffee from the nearby bakery, as well as a bag of their freshest doughnuts. “Morning!” he said loudly, before realizing Micki was talking with someone on the telephone. Ryan was standing next to her.

“Right, yeah. I understand.” she said. The called ended then, as she returned the receiver to it’s cradle.

“Who was that?” Johnny asked, placing the bag of doughnuts on the counter before the both of them.

“That,” Micki said, looking from Ryan to Johnny and back again. “was Casares’ valet, or whatever he is. There has been a change in plans. Seems Jack needs a couple of his old books from his room. He asked that they be brought to him.”

“Well, that’s good, right?” Johnny said. “Jack’s helping us out, making it easier. We can get in the house even better if we have an excuse to be there.”

Micki shook her head, but Ryan is the one who spoke up. “Let me guess; Casares’ guy doesn’t want us going there, instead he is going to send someone here for the books.”

“You got it.” Micki said, propping her head on her shoulders. “Now what?”

“Now, we let them come and get the books.” Ryan said, staring off into the shop, his mind whirring. “And, if Rashid is feeling better, maybe he can he help us.”

Despite her guilty feelings about Ryan losing out on his second childhood, Micki was happy to be rejoined with him, working together. “Go on, what have you got in mind?” she asked. She was anxious to hear his plan, anxious to get Jack home, anxious to restart their lives, together for good this time.

[phantom088]

Days 12, 13, 14, and last but not least, 15 of commanding an AI to Make Danny Phantom Fanfics

I'm so sorry, I keep getting busy and not having time to post on Tumblr, but here we are, a little time and 4 brand new AI generated Danny Phantom fanfics, I hope y'all enjoy!

Story 1: Write me a Danny Phantom fanfic where Danny has the best day of his life.

Danny Phantom woke up feeling a sense of excitement he hadn't felt in a while. It was the weekend and there were no ghosts to fight, no villains to stop, and no school projects to worry about. Today was going to be the best day ever.

He got out of bed and looked out the window. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. Danny decided that he was going to go on an adventure. He dressed in his casual clothes, grabbed his backpack, and headed out into the bright day.

As he walked down the street, he came across a group of kids playing basketball. They invited him to join in, and Danny was happy to accept. He had always loved playing sports, but with his ghost powers, he had to be careful not to use them during games. Playing without his powers was a refreshing change, and he felt like a regular kid again.

After a fun game of basketball, Danny decided to head to the park. As he strolled through, he noticed a group of people doing some kind of performance. He got closer and saw that it was a circus. Danny loved the circus, but he hadn't been to one in years. He decided to stay and watch.

The performers were amazing, and Danny was in awe of their skills. His favorite act was the tightrope walker. The performer was so skilled that he looked like he was floating on air. Danny couldn't take his eyes off the performer and was completely mesmerized.

After the circus, Danny decided to go to his favorite ice cream shop. The owner was a friendly old man who always had a smile on his face. Danny ordered his favorite flavor and sat down to enjoy it. The ice cream was so good that Danny decided to order another scoop.

As he walked home, Danny couldn't help but feel happy. It had been a long time since he had such a carefree and relaxing day. He felt like he was on cloud nine.

As he entered his house, his parents greeted him with a surprise. They had constructed a new ghost portal for him to use. It was a gift for all his hard work fighting ghosts, and they wanted him to have the best tools for the job.

Danny was thrilled. Not only had he had the best day ever, but he also had the best parents ever. He went to bed that night with a huge smile on his face, thinking about all the adventures that were yet to come.

Story 2: Write me a Danny Phantom fanfic that revolves around Cujo.

Danny was already having a pretty bad day when he heard a loud growling coming from the outskirts of Amity Park. He was out on patrol as his ghostly alter ego, Danny Phantom, trying to keep the town safe from any ghostly threats.

When he arrived at the source of the growling, he was surprised to find a massive dog-like ghost with fire in his eyes staring back at him. It was Cujo, one of the most ferocious and powerful ghosts he had ever encountered.

Danny's first instinct was to fight back, but he quickly realized that Cujo wasn't attacking him on purpose. The ghost dog was in pain, writhing on the ground and howling in agony.

Danny carefully approached Cujo, trying to figure out what was wrong. It didn't take long for him to see that the ghost dog was covered in terrible burns and wounds, as if he had been in a deadly battle recently.

Despite the danger, Danny decided to help Cujo. He used his ghostly powers to heal the wounds as best he could, soothing the ghost dog with his gentle touch. Cujo slowly calmed down, his eyes losing their fiery glow.

As Danny turned to leave, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. It was Jack Fenton, his father, who had been tracking the ghostly energy in the area to find Danny.

"What are you doing here, son? And why are you helping that ghost?" Jack asked, surprised.

Danny explained what had happened, and Jack's attitude softened. "Well, I guess it's good to see that you still have a heart for those in need, even if they're ghosts," he said.

The two of them helped Cujo back to the Fenton lab, where Danny and his parents worked together to create a special device that would help heal the ghost dog's injuries more quickly.

As Cujo healed, he became more and more friendly towards Danny and his family. Despite his formidable appearance, the ghost dog was actually quite gentle and grateful for their help.

Soon, Danny found himself spending more and more time with Cujo, playing fetch and going on adventures together. The other ghosts in Amity Park soon learned to fear the duo, as Cujo's powerful abilities combined with Danny's ghostly powers made them an unstoppable force.

In the end, Danny realized that even the most ferocious ghosts could have a soft side. And as for Cujo, he had found a new home and a new friend in Danny Phantom.

Story 3: Write me a funny Danny Phantom fanfic that involves Jack

Danny Phantom: Jack's Latest Experiment (and yes, this is what the AI titled the fanfic)

It was a typical Saturday morning at the Fenton household when Jack decided it was time for his latest experiment. He had been working on a new invention that he was sure would make ghost hunting even easier. However, Danny and his friends were skeptical of Jack's latest invention.

"What's this one supposed to do?" Tucker asked, eyeing the contraption warily.

"It's my latest invention for capturing ghosts," Jack proudly proclaimed. "It's a new and improved Fenton Ghost Net!"

"Um, Dad, that's just a laundry basket tied to a broomstick," Danny deadpanned.

"Exactly! It's genius!" Jack exclaimed, ignoring his son's sarcasm.

"Uh, Jack, are you sure that's a good idea?" Maddie asked, eyeing the makeshift ghost net with concern.

"Of course it is! What could possibly go wrong?" Jack replied confidently.

With a shrug, Danny and his friends followed Jack outside. As soon as they stepped outside, they were met with a glowing blue ghost hovering in midair.

"Alright, let's do this!" Jack yelled, charging at the ghost with his makeshift ghost net.

However, the ghost was too quick for Jack and quickly dodged his flimsy trap. Jack stumbled and fell flat on his face, causing everyone to burst out laughing.

"Dad, I think you need to go back to the drawing board," Danny chuckled.

Undaunted, Jack continued to try and catch the ghost with his laundry basket, but only ended up getting tangled in it instead.

"I got this! I got this!" Jack exclaimed, flailing around in his net.

Finally, the ghost had had enough and took off into the sky, leaving Jack flailing behind. As Danny and his friends doubled over with laughter, Jack continued to wave his ghost net around like a madman.

"Well, I guess it's back to the drawing board for me," Jack muttered dejectedly.

Danny and his friends couldn't help but laugh as they watched Jack stumble back into the house, still tangled up in his makeshift ghost net.

"Looks like Jack's latest experiment was a bust," Tucker quipped.

Danny could only nod in agreement as they all made their way back into the house, still chuckling at Jack's latest ghost hunting mishap.

Story 4: Write me a Danny Phantom fanfic that has Wulf in it.

Danny and his friends had just defeated Skulker and were taking a break in the Ghost Zone when they stumbled upon an unlikely ally – Wulf. Although at first Wulf was hesitant to trust Danny and his friends, he soon realized that they were not like the other humans he had encountered in the past.

Danny explained their mission to Wulf – to protect both the human and ghost world from the evil ghosts that threatened to destroy them. Wulf took an interest in their cause and decided to join them on their journey.

As they trekked through the Ghost Zone, Danny and his friends encountered ghost after ghost. With Wulf by their side, they were able to defeat them all. Wulf proved to be a valuable asset to the team, using his incredible strength and otherworldly powers to help them in battles.

But their mission would not be without its setbacks. Vlad Plasmius had caught wind of Danny’s plans and was determined to stop them at all costs. In a fierce battle, Danny and his friends faced off against Vlad and his army of ghost minions. It was a tough fight, but with Wulf’s help, they were able to pull through and finally defeat Vlad once and for all.

After the battle, Wulf expressed his gratitude towards Danny and his friends. He had never been able to trust humans before, but Danny and his group had shown him that not all humans are bad. Wulf decided to continue helping Danny and his team, offering his strength and knowledge of the Ghost Zone to aid in their future endeavors.

Together, Danny, his friends, and Wulf vowed to protect both the human and ghost world from any threats that may arise, standing tall as the ultimate ghost-fighting team.

The End

And that's the batch I missed, sorry yet again but hey, ya got 4 stories outta it lol.

[kidstoysonlineusa]

Halloween Fun: Classic Toy Favorites for a Spooktacular Playtime Season

It's Halloween season, so scary Halloween-themed decorations, costumes, and Halloween-themed toys and treats fill the air with enthusiasm. If you are hosting a party, filling trick-or-treat bags, or simply looking to include a little seasonal fun to playtime, what you choose will make all the difference. If bulking up is your plan, you can go as crazy as you want bulk Halloween classic toys to wholesale Halloween-themed stickers to capture just a little magic.

This blog will focus on some of the best Halloween toys bygone that never seem to fade away. Here, readers will learn what makes these holiday plays so timeless and how to use them to create fun and memorable experiences for kids of all ages. The best way to stock up for a holiday or even run a business is to buy wholesale classic Halloween toys, keeping the spark alive without breaking the bank.

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Creative Ways to Use Halloween Toys and Stickers

Knowing what to stock up on toys and stickers, let's discuss some creative ideas for building the Halloween experience. Some fun ideas for party events and classroom activities and trick-or-treating follow.

Halloween Party Favors: No Halloween party would be complete without party favors. Bulk classic Halloween toys make it easy to put together exciting treat bags filled with squishy toys, glow-in-the-dark skeletons, and Halloween-themed stickers. Add some candy or spooky confetti to up the fun quotient.

For a classroom Halloween party, you can provide little pouches of toys and stickers as prizes for Halloween-related games, such as a costume contest or a Halloween trivia quiz.

Tricks for Treats: Few families are eager to hand out candy on Halloween night, but that does not mean trick-or-treaters will head home empty-handed. Stock up on wholesale classic Halloween toys such as bouncy pumpkin balls, stickers, and miniatures to give those trick-or-treaters an exciting, non-candy alternative. That way, kids have a fun toy to play with, the holiday season takes on a healthy, creative twist, and no sugar or calories are involved.

Those who receive several trick-or-treaters at their doorstep can buy in bulk so there will be enough toys for one and all.

Halloween-Themed Craft Projects: Halloween-themed stickers are one of the best materials for crafting activities. Set up a craft station at a party or in a classroom and let children place scary stickers on cards, bookmarks, or paper masks for Halloween. Stickers offer fantastic opportunities for children to be creative, and when bought in batches, they can be very cheap to run group activities.

These craft activities can be used as an elaborative decoration for Halloween events or parties, with the pride of their creations instilling confidence in the children while still evoking the typical spookiness of the event.

Why Buy Bulk and Wholesale Halloween Toys?

If you are hosting an event on Halloween or need replenishments for your business, buying wholesale Halloween classic toys and wholesale Halloween-themed stickers would make sense. Let's look at why buying in bulk is such a smart move:

Saves Money When Making Large Purchases: Purchase wholesale to save when planning a school party, neighborhood party, or business promotion. You save money and get more for your money while being able to hand out more without overspending. With wholesale purchases, you can buy more in bulk without constantly updating what you put out.

Convenience and Variety: Buying in bulk of Halloween classic toys online gives you a huge range of products and delivers them straight to your door. That saves time and energy, considering the futile effort of running from store to store to piecemeal enough toys for your event. Besides, many wholesalers online provide exclusive deals that make it possible to get more for less.

Whether you need glow-in-the-dark skeletons, squishy toys, or Halloween-themed stickers, buying in bulk helps ensure you have everything you want for the perfect Halloween experience.

Conclusion

Halloween is a time for creativity, fun, and a little bit of spookiness. Whether preparing for a party, looking for trick-or-treat alternatives, or stocking up for your business, classic Halloween toys and stickers are a fantastic way to add excitement to the season. From bulk Halloween classic toys like bouncy balls and glow-in-the-dark figures to wholesale Halloween themed stickers, you can easily create a magical experience for kids and adults alike.

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Four Lines/Snippets Writing Share Tag!

Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet (here) and @topazadine (here)!

My Lines: A line about kindness, a line about work, a line about a relative, a line about an animal; A line about regret, a line about landscapes, a line about the future, a line about weather Your Lines: A line about unconditional love, a line about cruelty, a line about being lost, a line about cute stuff

I'll go with lines from Scrapyard Boys, Supernova Initiative, Crooked Fable, and The Crystal of Ash for this one!

Kindness (The Crystal of Ash)

"Why...Why are you freeing me?" The Sorcerer asked, distrust barely masked by the politeness in his voice, as he refused to budge from the floor, despite his wrists having been unchained.

Declan stammered, "Because what they're doing to you isn't right." He said, exasperated by having to state the obvious.

The Sorcerer's eyes - like tiny galaxies with thousands of stars - narrowed as he looked up, "But I'm a monster."

Declan opened his mouth to answer, but Aelia spoke first, and the kind understanding in her voice was honestly the most jarring thing about this whole situation. "We know. But even monsters deserve dignity."

Work (Scrapyard Boys, Adrien's POV)

"And so you work for me - that's the way this story goes. If I say jump, you say how high. If I tell you to do something, you do it. So, when I tell you to get back the fuck in there and stop wasting my time with these stupid excuses, you go back and spend another hour or two on that stripper pole." He said, and though Adrien glared at him, the young man knew very well there wasn't much of a second option. The mobster tilted his head, brows furrowing "Got it?”

Relative (Supernova Initiative, Flashback Chapter)

Through tears, the young nobleman looked up, stiffened in place as she carded her hand through his ice-white locks, the motion akin to that of someone soothing a wounded stray. Even in silence, Kye recognized the brief, barely noticeable glint of outrage behind his Dad’s eyes, mirroring his own, before it was quickly buried under a mask of pliancy. “...Of course, my love.”

Animal (Scrapyard Boys, Valen's POV)

The older man looked down at him, amused. "Hm." Jake stalked around the kneeling mutant, slowly, like a tiger ready to pounce,  "That can be arranged. Eventually. But not until I get what I want."

Regret (The Crystal of Ash)

Nahrieh ran his hand over the smooth stone, tracing the detailed carvings on the temple wall, "I never should have left that island," He spoke, half-whispered, to no one in particular, as if to himself, "If I hadn't..." The Sorcerer's voice cracked with grief and a touch of anger, wondering, "Maybe... their fates would have been different. Kinder."

Landscapes (Supernova Initiative, Ch. 2)

At the moment, the three of them were making their way down a busy inner street in the center of the settlement, the perpetually dust-grey sky lit up by the neon lights of the myriad of shops, eateries, and clubs scattered around and into a maze of side streets.

Future (Scrapyard Boys)

 "Good plan!" He exclaimed, practically giddy, "Man, I can't wait for us to find Adrien's place - then we'll convince him to let us buy all the ice cream we want!"

Weather (Supernova Initiative)

Artemis flips him off with a scowl, glaring at the sharp sleet storm in the wind outside, "You are just the same sorry candy-ass as you were all those years ago, and I don't know why the fuck Jack keeps you in the crew."

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[luxaofhesperides]

I know you made the wip post like two whole weeks ago... but if you're still feeling up to it--

alfred pov of these aren't wings

dragons and lesbians

i couldn't choose between the two

i'm always up for talking abt my wips!!! (the wip post in question for any other wips anyone wants to know abt)

here's an excerpt of what i have written so far for the alfred pov of these aren't wings:

“Hi, Mr. Pennyworth!” Timothy greets cheerfully. His hands are still clasped behind his back, and Alfred can’t help but be charmed by how polite he’s being." “I’m afraid Master Jason is out at the moment. I could certainly let him know that you stopped by. There’s no telling how long he and Master Bruce will be out, but the two of you are more than welcome to come in for some tea.” “No need,” Timothy says, “We actually came here to ask for your help.” Alfred raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Is that so?”  It’s odd that they’d come to him of all people. He’d expect Timothy to turn first to Jason, or even Bruce. But the fact that they’d walk all the way to Wayne Manor for help only emphasizes how terrible their situation is; there are no adults around to help them when needed, leaving them vulnerable and dangerously unsupervised. “Yeah. It’s a little silly, though, and you don’t have to help us if you’re busy…” The younger boy besides Timothy scoffs, then reaches for Timothy’s hands. Or rather, he takes hold of the jar Timothy was hiding behind his back. “Damian!” Timothy exclaims, trying to take it back. “What he’s taking so long to say is that we can’t open this. And he’s already broken another jar trying to open it creatively.”  “You didn’t need to add that part, you know.” Damian sniffs. “I know.” Then he holds out the jar to Alfred and says, “Can you open it for us? Please.”

and for my dragons and lesbians wip:

Sophie tries to wiggle free of Belure’s grip, reaching for her. “Carry me! Bel is weak and his arms are like twigs. They’ll break if he carries me all the way up there.” “See if I ever carry you again if you’re going to be so rude about it!” Belure shouts in mock offense, spinning around to make her cling to him, giggling. Their antics make Lythia stifle a small laugh, watching them fondly as they spin in small circles with each step Belure takes. Already, some of the tension in her shoulders is fading away, her unease settling. “Give her here,” Lythia says, pulling Sophie off of Belure’s back. She holds up the small girl with one arm under her hip. She’s much lighter than the dragons, and Lythia has no trouble at all carrying her one-handed for the entire walk back. “Show off,” Belure mutters. He twists from side to side, stretching his back with a sigh of relief. Sophie giggles again, then tucks her head into the crook of Lythia’s neck. She’s asleep halfway through the walk, and Belure and Lythia both do their best to keep quiet lest they wake her and have to soothe a grumpy Sophie for the next few hours.

this wip is very focused on themes of being indigenous vs the ruthlessness of the dominating culture, the importance of not being alone, and findings reasons to keep going even through the hardest times.

also lythia is jacked. completely buff. she's SO big she's got muscles for days and the princess who ends up traveling with her in their joint revenge quest hates her personality (at first) but is down BAD for her arms. as she should be :)

[tparker48]

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"Come on 26, you can make it!"

"Make it to home and we win this!"

The little guy would put his all his sprint as the plate was just a couple of feet away. He was just about to touch the plate until sudden a large shadow casted over. A force sent him tumbling to the ground as he rolled closer to the base. He reached out to touch it as his body ached from the fall. But a large cleat would touch the base before him as another player stood over him."aww, so close. They don't don't make players like they used anymore don't they? They should know not to bring littles into the underground baseball. Looks like you're out little man"

"That was a foul move and you know it. The rules say that you can't hit a player except with the ball"

"There are no rules here. But best keep your mouth shut, but you play with the big boys"

"Like hell I will" number 26 said dusting off his uniform. The other player didn't like this as he balled up his fist. But soon loosened as he say the other team's players coming to help the little guy.

"Spirited runt, let's see where that gets you" the player trailed off the field as the bell rang for the half time. The players were free to rome around for til the second bell rang for the next half.

During this time, the little player decided to head to the bathroom as he went to tend to business. Standing near one of the custom stall for his size, he noticed a shadow peer over head as two black cleats rested along both his sides.

"Hey squirt" the voice soothed above. He was barely able to turn around before his vision was covered by a gloved hand. Its gripped kept from slipping out as the sound of rubber rang all around. The area was dim as he looked at the light that peeped through the wedges. But would began to darken as the large thumb moved out the way. It was the player that he caught him on the field.

"You!"

"Yeah, me" he said slowly "you know for someone so fiesty, you sure are looking pretty small up close"

"Put me down. When the coach hears about this he'll-"

"He's bot gonna gonna know what's gonna happen. None them of will once til I teach a good old lesson of the pecking order"

"Wha-what are you talking about"

"Think its time for your sit the game out. You know runts with spunk aren't really good at playing on the field with the big boys. But rather... he unfastened the tie around hus pants as he leaned closer to the stall. Pulling out his shaft as his tilted it upward "they make good strugglers to get the juice going"

"Wai-mph!" The gloved thumb would cover back over him as it pressed firmly on his helmet.

"Can't have you spoiling the opportunity, same that voice for when you're inside" the player lowered his hand down to his shaft as he wrapped his palp around the tip. Tightening his grip to narrow the space between, he pressed his thumb down as he felt their legs penetrate into surface of his slit. The inner tube welcome their embrace with soft squelches as the rest of them was worked in. "That's it, ease in there nice and easy"

"The heck ya doing in there" one of the team player yelled from the door "the games about to start up again. Save your jack off session til after the game" the door soon closed up again as the silence returned. The player still against the stall as he held position.

"Kill joy. If he was the size you are, i'd probably send him down with you too. But you'll do for now" feeling his thumb reach touch the head, he lifted it up as he saw the little player nuzzled up against the slit. His helmet being the only thing above sticking out of it their face mushed along the inner tubes muscles. "Aaw, look at the wittle guy" rocking a finger across their helmet "lookin' like a wittle bobble head"

"Get me.." He mumbles as the slits lips closed in "out!"

"Fat chance, im rather liking this view. Gotcha right where I want you. Shame I have this little conversation short runt, but I gotta make sure your team takes this loss" rocking over his helmet one more time, he placed both arms along the stall's walls as he gazed at the head between his slit "and with you stuck in there, heh, i consider that a bonus" he thrust his hips forward as the lips enveloped around the little player. Their helmet being knocked off in the process as it fell to the ground. As their muffled voice traveled down the fleshed tube, they disappeared into his pants as they picked up their helmet between his finger "I'll be keeping this as a souvenir" he placed into hus pocket as he returned to the field for the second half of the game. Enjoying the crowded space in his crotch as his balls carried his captive. With each sway he could feel press along the orbs as he did his best to act casual.

An hour had past in the second as the player stood there in the field as he pretended to fumble at his glove. Rocking his leg into his as he rocked it against his balls. He felt the round form jostle as he managed to pick up the fainted kicks inside. "That's it squirt, keep my balls nice and filled. We're just about at match point. Not long now til your team loses the game. Heh, i can almost see them rage from here. And the coach, phew, never seen a man look so heated before" he felt the struggles inside turn into a flury as his balls bounce from side to side "well, at least til you met my balls that is" he shifted his position as he grinded his foot into the sand. Nudging his let deep into his inner thigh as he huffed in ecstasy. But he soon turned towards the batter on plate as he heard the sound of the balls.

The inside was cramped as number 26 shifted inside the fleshy chamber. Feeling around for the tube that deposited him inside, but his hands only squished into its clammed folds as the cum inside rocked like waves. "Hey! Let me out of this thing you bastard. When I'm out of here your through! You hear me" he yelled into the walls. But only the sounds of the announcers muffled voice would be the only thing that responded back. Out of anger he tackled inside the side of the walls as he pressed into deeply. His face began to become covered from the oozed substance along the walls before he felt the contracted. As it thickened, the muscle clenched back in place as he catapulted him backwards. Sending him to the other side as he tumbled into the musky puddle below. "Ugh, some of that hot my mouth" he say as he spat to the salty after tastes off his tongue. But the sudden shift of the chamber would catch his attention as the announcers voice muffled louder.

"And that's game folks. The winners of this game were the Rockets. What an intense game that was"

"It's over already?!"

"Good game you guys" a muffled players voice muffled above.

"No no! Guys, you have to help me! Im in here! Get me out of this players balls!"

The player he was inside would be walking in the line as he high fived each of the players from the other team. With all commotion goin in his pants, it seemed that he knew that number 26 recognized what was happening, but pretended not to notice as he looked forward. High fiving the coach last, left the line as he went to collect his gear from the lockers. Smirking to himself as he did as he rubbed over his crotch. Heading to the bathroom, he stopped at a stoll as he closed the door behind him. He unfastened his pants as he took out his shaft. Pulling out his balls along with them as they swelled out from the pouch. "Phew! Man you really made my balls nice and plump squirt. Im impressed you even managed to pull that off" he jostled his sac in hus hands as he filled the inner fluid swirl around. With how full they felt, he could almost imagine that he was practically swimming in his balls.

"You had your fun alright! Now let me out!"

"Yeah about that, I don't think that's happening. See, your team's already left squirt. Your coach wasn't too keen on losing that match. Let alone losing a player that, what was it again, abandoned the game"

"What?! I didn't abandon them!"

"Well your coach certainly believes that. So he told ours that if we find him, be sure to return him to us with his gear. And with that, he simply left"

"Bastard, you caused this! When I get out of this im goi-" the player let his sac go as they swung back between, fluid submerged his speech as he as he moved towards the surface.

"That ain't gonna be happening for a while squirt. But don't worry, my balls will be taking great care of you til we see your team. Could be a week, could be a month, who knows. But i do know one thing.." Scooping up hus balls towards the pouch "you're stuck with me now" as number 26 muffled in rage, the player pushed his balls back into his pants before he place shaft over it. Caressing over its length as it flexed. Fastening his pants back up, he made his way back to his team as they waited for the bus. Smiling towards them as he greeted them. But keeping a smug look on his face as he left the little guy to struggle inside him.