#damn anon you better get outta here lmao

[dreamy-selfships]

"I dont support it in real life!"

Then why write about it? If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume? Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life? You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not? I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits... And also no, I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain. Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.

🎙️ Uh oh folks!

My apologies, dear anon! But it seems as though you are attempting to engage in bad faith arguments with my dear Ash, the owner of this blog! Unfortunately, I cannot allow that, due to your antagonistic nature and baseless accusations. Please show yourself to the block button, or else I'll do it for you!

[baahsu]

hi hello baahsu its me the person who wrote two (give or take) whole ass vscest smut fics in your inbox now returned after a sudden month long disappearance to (hopefully lol) continue yelling happily about this ship with you!! :]

tldr i got back into op again and noticed how incredibly dry tumblrs vinsmokecest tag is and realized itd prolly be best to add to it lol, but alas i don't rlly know what to talk about rn :,)

uh. how about this!! what do you think would be the siblings' favorite outfits to fuck in, iydm me asking??

kinda generic but i think 124ji would lose it (/pos) if they got the chance to fuck sanji in his raid suit, mumbling and raving in his ear about he should just keep it on all the time as they take turns destroying him. reiju, although not as crazy abt it bc shes a *liiitle* more sane lol, would probably find it decently hot as well. sanjis no better tho- he sees his siblings, (especially yonji and reiju cause. tits :o]) all hot from battle in those skin tight suits and his nose is GUSHING

and heads kinda empty rn so cant think of much BUT i do have two ideas that im curious abt ur opinion on (and these are purely self indulgent lmao):

i srsly think ichiji has a feminization kink, though he doesnt really realize it 'less he gets emotions. it mostly crosses his mind whenever he sees sanji or niji in more effeminate clothing, like blouses, dresses, and ESPECIALLY skirts and is abruptly hit with the Vinsmoke Horny Gene™. he probably wouldn't piece it together unless reiju (ever the attentive vouyer) just straight up told him lmao

and SPEAKING of reiju, whether its her or one of her brothers wearing them, i feel like she has a thing for stockings. especially fishnets 🤲. especially TIGHT fishnets 🤲🤲. obviously all of them have good bodies that could rock stockings, but if we're going for a lower/bottom heavy build clearly sanjis the way to go. idk i just think that if reiju were to ever see sanji in any type of stockings (ESPECIALLY nice, snug fishnets) she'd just destroy him. like suck the soul outta him lol

YEAH thats all I got rn hqdyaduqfuqf good to be back yelling in your inbox about My Thoughts again have a good day/night :,]]

Welcome back anon!! I missed you 💜💜

I've said this before but I don't even bother looking at the vinsmokecest tag here bc I know there's never any new content in it (tho I'm surprised there's no hate either, guess this ship is unpopular from all sides lmao)

I actually never thought about any of these outfits options and my mind just went 🤯 at sanji's raid suit. Like, I can totally imagine the brothers praising sanji so much while wearing it?? "You're so pretty in it, it fits you so well, look at your thighs, it was made for you, you should just come back to us so you can always wear it, your ass looks so delicious in it too" they'd do it so much even reiju would have to say something, maybe just a subtle "they're right, you know" that would instantly disarm sanji

A more obvious outfit is lingerie, with how they are just the sight of a lacy bra strap or the peak of a garter belt or thigh strap would get them going. They'd be walking around the castle and catch a glimpse of it through the collar of a shirt, see the lines under one of their pants, and they'd pull the other into the closest room, sometimes not even that, the hallway is good enough and the staff passing by doing their jobs be damned (I can't decide if they'd enjoy putting on a show or if they'd get ridiculously jealous and rip their heads off tho)

[base0h]

love love love the law & zoro with a pretty s/o headcanons !! couldn’t help but think about our pretty boys ace and sabo with the same kind of partner…

if you choose to ignore this that’s also fine ! have à lovely day evou <3

a/n - I’m so glad you liked the last one 🥺💜 and omg yes Ace and Sabo :0 I hope you have a great day too! Ty anon <3

Warnings ⚠️ - fem reader, I will add a song to every single one of these 💅

send for me <3

Ace

- this man is already infatuated with you

- your beauty is just a plus

- he knows goddamn well that you’re the most gorgeous, pretty, amazing looking, ravishing, (I’m running out of synonyms) looking girl in the entire fucking universe

- He takes so much pride in being able to be with someone like you

- He compliments you EVERY WAKING SECOND HE LOOKS AT YOU OML

- “babe you’re so gorgeous” or something along the lines of that

- man’s a bigass flirt

- He gets jealous out in public tho lmao

- He’ll literally growl at the other men staring at you 💀

- or he’ll set their asses on fire while grabbing your ass and flipping them off at the same time (yes it’s in this exact order that he does it)

- No one’s gonna steal you from him >:)

- Even marines don’t wanna attack you?

- damn right they won’t

- not on his watch

- If one even looks at you with a flirty gaze you will get your ass squeezed

- And he’ll give them a glare, showing them who you belong to

- he’s not complaining that the marines don’t wanna attack you, he knows why they won’t attack you 🙄💅

- When you’re not confident in your looks oh god this man will literally make it his life goal to make you feel confident in yourself

- “Babe what..? You don’t think you’re pretty?! Does Marco need to check your eyes?! Wait did you eat something weird..? Are you feeling ok?!”

- Man will mf force Marco to do a whole checkup on you

- when he catches you staring at yourself in the mirror with a dissatisfied look

- He’ll fucking punch the mirror 💀👍

- “babe. Look at me. You’re the most gorgeous, amazing, beautiful, cute, best girlfriend ever ok? And if anyone ever says differently I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

- you felt better after that :)

- When you two are cuddling, he compliments every place he kisses 🥺

- if he kisses your cheeks he’ll say, “Look at these cute cheeks.” Same with every other body part

- he treats you like the damn drop dead gorgeous queen you are 👑

- also side note he brags about how gorgeous you are to Marco just to annoy the shit outta him 💅

- “Hey Marco! Isn’t Y/n gorgeous today??”

- “Yeah I guess so.” Mf not even looking up from what he was doing 👍

- “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”

- he thought marco was flirting with you and started trying to hurt him 💀

- you had to calm him down with some cuddles later :’)

- be confident, this man has more confidence in you than in himself 😭

- will not hesitate to beat the shit out of your negative consciousness 🫡

Sabo

- He’s a gentleman <3

- This man knows you’re so pretty, and makes sure you know he thinks that

- “You look so pretty y/n.” And he usually kisses your cheeks when he says that 🥺

- he sees absolutely no flaws in you

- you’re so perfect to him

- Like he almost finds you unreal sometimes

- “Y/n are you real..?” (When he’s kinda half asleep)

- “Mhm- I’m real Sabo.”

- “Noo you’re an Angel..”

- Amnesia 💀

- When he’s half asleep it’s like he’s drunk and will literally question whether you’re real or not

- He tries to poke you to make sure you’re not a ghost

- He’ll also ask you to pinch him to make sure he’s not dreaming 👍

- he despises most marines, so seeing them staring at you in public makes him angry

- He’ll put an arm around your waist and pull you closer to him

- Behind his back, his hands go into the ryusoken position, his eyes glaring at them

- He does it so discreetly that you almost don’t even notice he’s literally killing the marines with just his eyes

- “Sabo? What’s wrong?”

- “Oh nothing, don’t worry about it y/n.” He had the most innocent looking smile when he said that lmao

- he says it so innocently just after he made the marines collapse with fear 🫡

- If he finds you saying that you’re not that confident in your looks, I think you might’ve broken the man

- like- what???

- huh?

- “y/n what do you mean..? Are you talking about another girl?”

- “No Sabo- I’m talking about myself.”

- “What-??”

- Man’s confused af give him a second to fully comprehend what you just said

- He honestly doesn’t know what to say 😭

- Like- he doesn’t know why you don’t think you’re pretty

- koala will literally start yelling at him

- “STOP TRYING TO USE LOGIC AND JUST MAKE HER FEEL BETTER DUMBASS!” -koala 2022

- He ends up making a whole ass list of everything on you that he finds beautiful

- he might’ve listed every single physical feature about you so it was about an hour’s worth of explaining exactly what’s beautiful about you 🥺

- “Your eyes are the most perfect shape, the most beautiful sunset couldn’t even compare to your eyes.”

- man’s a poet 👍

- he’s trying his best :’)

- you give him a hug and he feels a bit better, he’s glad he could help you get the confidence you deserve <3

- he’s glad he doesn’t have to worry about marines trying to capture you

- but still, he HATES it when they look at you like that, it makes him so angry

- koala will literally go batshit on him if he beats random marines up for looking at you so he refrains from doing that

- but sometimes he can’t control himself, and instead of you giving him a lecture about how that’s not ok, koala does it

- Sabo will come out from the lecture with at least 10 new bruises and red marks on his cheeks (bec she literally pulls them like he’s Luffy 💀)

- he loves you sm and thinks you’re too pretty for this world <3

- he needs to protect you with all he’s got

a/n - why do I always feel prettier after writing these 😭 I hope you enjoyed anon! I really dunno how Sabo acts so I had to look up some Sabo stuff. All I found was Koala lecturing him and here we are 🫡

<3

[potatotrash0]

Hey idk if youve done this alreadh but im curious about your body headcanons for the sdr2 cast!! An anon sent some in for characters previously (the one where they said things like angie has vitiligo and stuff-i love them and they really stuck with me haha) and i wanna know your headcanons!! :D

Hmhmm this one I might be listing off the spot lmao. I feel like my hcs are mostly just. Common hcs but hey I never said I wasn’t basic skdjksjdks

cw for. Everyone. Yeah kdjfksjdks

Hajime…..I like to think he’s slightly buff? Maybe that’s not the right word. Toned? Idk, I hc that he jumps around hobbies a lot because he wants to find something he’s good at, so that includes sports. I like the idea that a few stick with him, like swimming and basketball. I imagine he also has light scrapes and scars on his legs from falling, both with skateboarding and general Clumsy Shit.

Also this one switches a lot but with Trans Hajime, I can see him with top surgery scars.

Oh ah, I like freckled Hajime!! It’s cute. This one goes with the sports hc, but I like the idea that he’s kinda tanned. Entirely unrelated but I also like the idea that he has calluses from playing guitar.

Chiakiii!! She’s soft bc I said so. Specifically her thighs, arms and stomach + some stretch marks. And moles all over. Projecting big time onto a cute fictional girl, call that self care <333 /j

uhh other than that, I imagine she has bags under her eyes from staying up late gaming. Also tan Chiaki my love. Shh I know she probably doesn’t go outside for days on end. In my defense I tan easily and I imagine she does too. Again with the projection. Shhhh

Oh oh!!!! I forgot to mention but!!!! Chiaki gets a ton of moles. I saw the boob mole and went !!!!!! fellow mole haver!!!!!! and went nuts. This is the one weird niche entirely irrelevant thing that can get me to like a character, just. Being able to point at them and jump up and down with joy over them also having moles. Idk why it’s just therapeutic <33

Nagito’s bony. Skinny mf. Could probably cut cheese with his elbows. Maybe grate it on his collarbones. Cuddling with him would be a fight to see if you can find a position that doesn’t end with something poking you in the gut. I mean this affectionately, he’s bony as shit but he’s my bony fucker <3

Pale asf, sunburns if he’s in the sun for more than two minutes. His eye bags could hold the entirety of his life’s trauma. Sharpest features ever. Sometimes I hc that he looks greasy, and other times I hc that he looks ethereally pretty in a ghostly way. Either way he always looks like he’s had the soul sucked out of him by a Dementor.

You can probably definitely see the veins in his hands. They’re. Very There. Also I’ve brought this up before but he definitely has big ass hands. L a r g e hands, all the better to head pat you with. This was originally so much more pining but I decided no I’ve exposed myself enough on this blog skfjksjdkd

Oh last minute thing, I think he’d be tall as fuck. Specifically 6’0 or taller. Also he probably (definitely) has at least a few scars from his childhood, particularly that plane crash. And I like to think he has glasses when he’s older. I’m so sorry that his section is so long I have so many thoughts about him ;;;;;

Okay uhh Imposter? Mmm. Idk actually. I do think they’d have callused fingers but soft hands. Probably from having to adapt to using a ton of different talents for their Imposter Agenda. Also stretch marks probably, all over their body.

Teruteru uhhhhh. God. Can you tell I don’t think about some characters ;;;;; Idk I don’t have much that differs from canon. I like him. Oh but he probably has cook hands? Chef hands, whatever you wanna call them. Probably faint scars from cuts and burns from when he was still learning how to cook from his mama.

Mahiru……hmm well freckles obviously dkjfksjd. I think she’s tanned as well since I feel like she likes sunlit shots. Idk I don’t have much. I like to think she’s got a stockier body type though.

Also not necessarily her body but I like her with an undercut!

Peko’s buff <3 it’s canon <333 /j

N ee way yeah. Buff Peko my love. Also she probably has a few scars from handling her sword when she was younger and less experienced. I also feel like she would have contacts she wears when she trains bc fuck exercising with glasses

I don’t really have anything for Hiyoko until she gets her growth spurt. Afterwards, I imagine she’s tall and kinda thin? Mainly bc of fast metabolism probably, though when she’s older maybe she’d be a little less spindly.

I don’t know if her hair would be bleached or not, but if it were, I like the idea of her letting her actual hair color grow in. If not, I think Ibuki might help her try a few sections of dyed hair? Idk I just like the thought

Ibuki is a fellow bony bitch. I mean this lovingly. She’s skin and bone. Skeleton rocker lady

Probably tan, I imagine she spends a lot of time in the sun. She strikes me as a summer person. Oh, I also saw some art of Black Ibuki with vitiligo and loved that!! Also calluses from shredding guitar, obviously

Hmmm I like the idea that she rollerskates? So possibly some bruises or scars on her arms or legs from falling on concrete when she was still learning. Oh oh I imagine she has a ton of piercings!!! On her ears, nose, lips, brows, tongue, belly button…….maybe she has a split tongue too idk. Also she totally gets a ton of tattoos when she’s outta Hope’s Peak, prove me wrong.

Mikan uhhh. I like tall Mikan. She deserves the height. 5’8 to 6’0 Mikan good 👍

Hmm she probably has scars all over, particularly on her arms and legs. Uh. Idk I imagine she’s curvy probably. What do I say for her I don’t have anything skjdksjdks

I’m not even gonna lie I don’t have a damn thing for Nekomaru. Or. Wait nevermind here’s a concept: buff Nekomaru but like. If you’ve seen those wrestlers who have fat on them that hides some fucking crazy strength? Yeah that’s him. Also hairy asf.

Gundham……tall vampire vibes. I’d say he’s a stick but also I feel like he’s the slim type of muscular. Idk how to describe it. Shigaraki type muscle? Male gymnast. No nevermind those guys have visible muscle. Shigaraki type it is

Hmmm I think this is canon but probably a few scratches from his pets. His arms and legs mainly but I’m sure the Devas have scratched up his neck at some point or another. Just a little though. Also piercing fiend Gundham my beloved. I also like him having a couple tattoos when he’s older. Ibuki probably helped him heheh

I’m torn between Fuyuhiko being skinny as shit and Fuyuhiko being tiny and buff. I like both………hhh

His hair is probably bleached. Peko probably helps him re-dye it when his roots start growing in. I also like him having glasses

Uhhh tooth gap Fuyu’s cute. I used to have a super small one before I got my braces, I imagine it’s the same for him. Him, Ibuki, and Gundham are probably Tattoo Buds.

Kazuichi…..I want so bad to say he’s a weakling just to make fun of him but he’s a mechanic that probably works with heavy machine parts a lot and he probably has some sick biceps. But he probably also smells like hair dye, oil, metal, and Monster Energy. Win lose situation I guess.

I like to think he has a couple piercings? Not as many as Ibuki, but maybe he’s got like. Second or third place in the class. Also he totally filed his teeth to be sharp like that

Akane!! Buff lady, could probably deadlift me or something. She’s definitely got some scars from running around, especially when she was first learning parkour. Ummm oh, I like to think she has a chipped tooth or smth like that from falling roughly as a kid.

Soniaa <33 in my heart she will always be tall and have at least some muscle. Novoselic is a war country if I remember correctly, she’s definitely got some military training in her.

Idk why but her with heterochromia just popped into my head. That pretty greenish blue gray that she has + maybe brown or hazel? I think that’d be cool. And hip dips.

[lostinmcyt]

Hello gamer I am here from the Dream post because it won’t let me copy paste because mobile is ass. This ask is /pos to you!

liking a character is super different than excusing or even liking their actions. I really like techno n a lot of people would say I’m excusing doomsday and stuff lmaoo.

My best friend is in a similar boat with Dream, and while we disagree on some things we can still interact positively because liking or disliking a character doesn’t effect shit. There is a huge difference between liking dreams character and like. Saying that Tommy deserved it or that Tommy is at fault for anything inflicted and ppl need to realize that. Liking a character doesn’t equal excusing their actions, and because of the extreme polarization in this community people forget.

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense or misinterpreted your post, im kind of inept sometimes. I’m off anon so you can block if u want, I don’t want to cause any harm.

hello gamer thanks for reaching out! you dont have to worry you didn't say anything harmful <3

and yea basically i agree, you'd have to search far and wide to find a c!Dream apologist/enjoyer/whatever the fuck you want to call us who'd say Exile the way we saw it was deserved, obviously not, what the fuck, c!Dre, how about maybe you chill a little, this was not very poggers of you. as I said in a different post today, c!Tommy getting outta there is one of the best things ever imo for multiple reasons and if I could I'd yeet c!Dream off a cliff during that time my damn self (and then I'd send him straight to therapy. both of them. very very far away from each other)

which is why it's so annoying/jarring/straight up hurtful when people look at c!Dream fans and go 'ah yes they are the worst people out there they are actually dangerous in real life' - like guys please you've seen me make a shitpost and/or analysis about a fictional character you have no idea about my irl morals or my personal story or anything else about me or my other Dreblr friends, or c!Techno fan friends, or any other character fan friends because let's be honest so many characters did some fucked up stuff on this server- (not you personally, general you @ at the people saying this stuff)

it's just like. people throw around these big words and serious accusations and don't think that it actually means anything, but newsflash, they do, and I'm past the point of Not calling this out when I see it, you know? if no one taught these people better, then I can try, although often times it's a lost cause because people are not willing to listen

anyways thanks for sharing your opinion!! and sorry for the ramble in the reply lmao, I tend to do that

[kunderdogs]

KNK As Dads

Thank you to the anon who requested it! I know it’s kind of sloppy but I hope you like it! :)

I tried to keep them all the same length but it’s hard to tell lol

Jihun

When you tell him you’re pregnant, he will fall on the floor

SO DRAMATIC

“WE WERE SO CAREFUL? OMG MY MOM WILL BE SO HAPPY!”

Buys five yards of bubble wrap to “baby proof the house”

You have to explain to him that’s not how it goes

He’ll ready every parenting book like ever

“Did you know that babies have nails in the womb?!”

“Please...it’s three in the morning...Go to sleep, Jihun.”

So affectionate

Wants to cuddle with your belly all the time

“Sorry babe, you’re my number two now. She’s my number one love.”

As soon as his daughter is born, he’s bawling

Uncontrollably

The docs have to calm him down because they’re afraid he’ll start hyperventilating.

Will not let her leave his sight for the first few months

Will be soooo dramatic when she learns to walk though

Bouncing off the walls when she takes her first step

“BABE OH MY GOD DID YOU- DID YOU SEEEEEE HER?? SHE TOOK HER FIRST STEP. GET THE C A M E R A!”

Made her a college fund when she was 5 days old

“It’s never too soon to start saving for college.”

Hogs all the baby time

Wants to feed her

Refuses to let anyone except you and him hold her until she’s maybe four months

Calls the other members her “weird Uncles”

Proudly announces to everyone her first words were “Dada” even though you were pretty sure she burped

At nights, he’ll sleep in her nursery

He’ll grow out of that habit around when she enters school

As she gets older, he’s always supportive

Definitely wants her to try singing

Knows she’ll sound like an angel

Wants her to do whatever she wants in life

Wants a lot of kids because he loves to spend time with them

Literally she’s his princess

The type of dad to have tea parties just cause his daughter loved them

“Tea party? Only if I can wear the purple tiara this time.”

Glares at any little boy that shows an interest in her

“EXCUSE ME. Keep your hands to yourself, thankyouverymuch.”

“Dad, I’m twenty and this is my boyfriend.”

“boYFRIEND?! You’re grounded, young lady. No dating until you’re married.”

Seoham

Panic

“What- you’re-?! !!!!”

Faints when you tell him you’re pregnant

Once he comes to, he’ll start crying

Very emotional the entire pregnancy

Even more so than you are

Experiences pregnancy sympathy pains

Has morning sickness right with you

You’re spending the majority of the first trimester taking care of him

He’s always apologizing lmao

As you get bigger, he’s in awe

Cannot believe he’s going to be a dad

Will always look at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world

Tearfully tells you he loves you at random times

And then you cry too cause the damn hormones

The member to gush to his fans about your new baby

(on VLIVE) “If it’s a girl, what name should we give it? Tinkerbell always has good ideas and suggestions...Boy name suggestions too!”

Will try to get you to quit your job when you get to 7 months

Is so nervous for the delivery

Coaching and holding your hand the WHOLE TIME

He’ll be your voice to your doctors (we love a king)

Crying as soon as he sees your son’s full head of hair

“You did it, baby, oh wow. He’s so beautiful. You did so well, love. I love you so much.”

Is a mESS

“Mommmm~ He’s healthy T-T come as soon as you can.” Sobs

Glares at anyone who tries to take your son from your arms

Will 100% give the doctors a hard time if his son is crying for “too long”

As he gets older, Seoham is the perfect father.

Loving, caring, and stern when he needs to be

But he’s sooooo soft

Hates to discipline him but knows he needs the correction

The type of dad to watch with love in his eyes as his child is running around the yard.

Threatens the members not to show him any bad words/actions

Reads and sleeps with his son (even tho his long body cannot fit on the red car bed)

Cries at almost every milestone (walking, talking, eating solid food, first hair cut, first day of school)

“He’s just growing up so fast, babe. Soon, he’ll be married and having kids of his own. What am I going to do then?”

“Seoham, this is his third birthday party...Get it together, baby.”

Not going to push his child into anything but encourages him to find hobbies or sports his likes

If your son likes sports, he’s at every. single. event. Practice, games, any of it

Records all the games and when he goes to college, he’ll make a highlight reel

Inseong

When you tell him, you’re pregnant, he won’t believe you

Not to mean you’re a liar

But he just cannot grasp it rn

“Ha ha, very funny, babe. I know you’re on the pill.”

Once you hand him the pregnancy stick, he’s all 

O_O “o-oh shit”

Needs to sit down cause he’s lightheaded

Doesn’t want to show you but he’s scared outta his mind rn

Smiles nervously

As time goes on and you start to show, it’ll finally become real to him

He’ll cry that night when you feel the baby moving and put his hand on your belly

Will hide all his worries and concerns from you and instead will ask the members 

Eventually he’ll speak to you about how nervous he is but he reassures you he wants a baby with you

He’ll feel better after talking to you

Very gentle with you when you’re pregnant and will get you any cravings you need

Schedules regular massages for you so you’re comfortable

Literally has hearts in his eyes when he sees how big you get in the last trimester

Doesn’t care what gender your baby is, just wants it healthy

Soft smiles and kisses when the doctor hands you a chubby baby boy

He’s crying but trying to put on a strong front for you

Wants to be your strength but eventually breaks down when he takes a step back and sees how you look at your son in your arms

“The most beautiful view I’ve ever seen...”

Fully bawling when you ask him if he wants to hold his son

Won’t stop calling the child “my son”

Taking pictures and videos of everything

Soccer dad FOR SURE

Has snacks and juice ON DECK 24/7

Supports their kid no matter what though

Hates to be the one to discipline and will even leave when you’re scolding your son

Screaming at the top of his lungs when he learns anything new

“HE COUNTED TO 10 OH MY GOD HEEJUN DID YOU HEARRRR THAT”

Affectionate :))))

Will pout if his son doesn’t want to give him kisses when he leaves for work

Dongwon

So so so so happy

Smiling so wide when you surprise him with baby converse.

“You’re not joking? You’re really pregnant? We’re having a baby?”

“I’m going to be a dad?”

Literally so excited!!!!

He gets to have a family with the love of his life!!

Immediately tells all his family and friends once he gets the okay from your doctor

Plans a gender reveal party and is wearing a pink shirt because he wants a lil princess to spoil.

Wouldn’t mind a boy, but wants to experience the “daddy/daughter” bond

RUNNING UP AND DOWN YOUR STREET WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU”RE HAVING TWIN GIRLS (like on maury)

!!!!!! You’re like 0-O “does this say TWINS?!”

Feels like he hit the jackpot

Kisses you all over, hugging you gently and when you pull back, you can see tears in his eyes.

“I love you. Thank you for giving me two babies.”

He’s very sappy the entire pregnancy

“How’s my girls doing? Need anything, mama? Come here, I’ll rub your feet, baby.”

Takes you on a baby moon to wherever you wanna go just to pamper you before you give birth

Anything you want, he will give you

You could tell him your phone speaker wasn’t working and he’ll go out and get you a whole new phone

Watches you with hearts in his eyes as you sleep

Unfortunately, you can’t give birth naturally due to labor taking too long so the doctors have to preform a c-section.

A mess of nerves and tension as he holds your hand in the operating room

When he hears two cries, he nearly collapses next to you in relief. “You did amazing, love.”

Crying as he watches the doctors put both little girls on your chest

He strokes one of the twins tiny head, lips trembling as she softly cries out

“I never thought my heart could beat outside of my body.”

100% the overprotective dad

Down to play any girly games for them

Brings them to sporting events against their will

N O BOYS E V E R !!!!

NO EXCEPTIONS!!!!

ok maybe if they’re knk fans

MAYBE

Heejun

Terrified at first

Heejun is young (my age lol) so I feel like he wouldn’t particularly want kids until he’s in his late twenties-early thirties

He warms up to the idea of a child quickly because he LOVES kids

ESPECIALLY if it’s his with the love of his life

Not one to keep it a secret

He’ll call everyone in his life and give them the news

lowkey wants a boy because he doesn’t know if he can relate to a girl

But honestly as long as the baby is healthy, he’s over the moon

When he does find out it’s a boy, he’s buying matching clothes for him and his son

Tells everyone “I’m having a son T-T”

Is usually composed during the pregnancy - wide smiles and cheerful expressions

Will get you anything you want, no questions asks

(He’ll complain to the boys that your cravings are weird as hell tho. Who eats cheetos with peanut butter and power-aid? Disgusting)

Won’t ever say anything negative because he wants his child to grow up in a positive environment

Refuses any help in building or assembling any of the baby furniture or toys

“I have to do this. I’m a dad now. Dads build things.”

Only cries when he’s able to hold his son, wrapped up tightly like a burrito in the hospital.

You’d be passed out on the bed with the nurses busy by you, and he’d just sit with your son in his arms, tears flowing freely with a smile on his face.

“Hey little one, I’m your daddy.”

IN LOVEEEEE

YOUR SON CAN DO NO WRONG TO HIM

He’s a precious angel, even when he turns two and terrorizes literally everyone and everything in your house

Wants only the best for your son so he’ll make food and turn into a chef pretty quickly.

Eventually when your son shows how picky he really is, Heejun will give in and give him chicken nuggets

Play fights with him all the time

You still don’t know which one broke the bathroom window and they refuse to tell on the other

Very proud of his son’s accomplishments and will praise him for every little thing he can

Bribes him with popsicles and ice cream to get him potty trained

It worked so you couldn’t say much lol

His kid is his ride or die

Nothing will ever get between him and his son

Wants your son to be better than he is - and will push him to do well in school, all the way up to college

When you have a daughter, him and your son are full on body guard mode

“Hands off the models.” He says to Inseong as the older one plays with your daughter. 

“PRECIOUS CARGO COMING THRU.”

“Ten feet distance at all times, thank you.”

[kalloway]

Is it okay if I read some of the dialogue you've put into your crossover idea. The Camarilla, Anarchs and Sabbat are going to be confused on what's going on.

Oh for sure - I wouldn’t doubt it’d cause quite a bit of chaos tbh!

And sure Anon - just know it’s nothing special - mostly just ideas I had on how I could possibly introduce Magdalene into the mix tbh 😅

I’ll provide a bit of context/commentary, cuz I do literally write *just* dialogue lmao (fair warning: it’s p lengthy):

“What you’re asking me to do is an utmost crime, Sorcerer. I refuse.”

“Even if it means becoming more powerful? Heightening your Clan’s position?”

“I don’t care about that. First and foremost, I’m loyal to the Camarilla, and Diablerie is a capital crime - irreversible.”

“Your kind is already doomed to the Netherrealm. Why bother upholding such a masquerade?”

“Because I don’t see myself as a monster, and I don’t forget where I came from.”

(This is an isolated idea between Magdalene and possibly Shang Tsung, after the latter finds out about the concept of Diablerie - possibly from the Sabbat, but also possibly previous knowledge from the Moroi?)

“If what you’re suggesting is true, then we’ll need to take this to HQ. Can you be present tomorrow morning to meet?”

“That’s not possible. I’m a night person - I only conduct business after sundown.”

(Whispers to the other) “…telling you - vampire.”

“Very well. Tomorrow evening then?”

“Sure. But let’s keep it brief, alright? I can’t stay away for too long.”

(Just a goofy bit where one of the Kombat Kids (as I’ve heard Cassie, Jaqui, Takeda, and Kung Jin referred to), or maybe just another soldier in general, is super convinced she’s a ‘classic’ vampire, but no one else is buying it)

“Woah, woah! There’s not supposed to be civilians here!”

“What are you doing here?”

(Magdalene): “Investigating.” (She glances at their uniforms) “What’re the Special Forces doing in a dump like this?”

“Investigating. You really shouldn’t be here-“

“My superior begs to differ. This matter is of the utmost importance, and he’s sent me to look into it on his behalf. I’m not leaving.”

“Do you know anything about this incident then?”

“…not much. Probably about as much as you do: It’s a strange series of events leading up to this by some unknown and unseen party.”

“I’d call this a bit more than strange.”

“Whatever you call it, it’s a problem - obviously for the both of us. The sooner we find out what happened, the better.”

“You’re going to help us?”

“And you’re going to help me. If we’re after the same answers, why not make this whole situation mutually beneficial?”

“Well, we don’t really know anything about you. Plus, this is SF business, we can’t really release much information. Classified, you know.”

“My name is Magdalene Brandeis. You don’t know me or my superiors, but we’re on the same side for the moment.”

“‘For the moment’?”

“I have no say in their choices. Kinda what happens when you join in at a bad time.”

(i’m not really sure how I wanna write Mags, so she kinda jumps between super formal and more casual here - it’s her encountering the Kombat Kids while investigating an extremely suspicious incident that resulted in a lot of strange deaths in the building/area - definitely Sabbat work. Imo they grow much bolder after the turn of events leading to the news of new realms.)

“Hey Cass, I did some looking into that woman we were with at the scene of that incident, and got something really weird.”

“What do you mean ‘weird’? The whole thing was way outta wack.”

“Yeah but this is… weirder. I did a search on the name she gave and eventually got a match on a Missing Person’s report from over in Santa Monica, but… That Magdalene woman’s been missing for well over a decade now.”

“What? No way… what do you think it means?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I should bring it up to General Blade or not regarding the incident. She didn’t seem like she was involved in it at all.”

“She definitely seemed like she didn’t want to be seen there… like she was keeping a low profile. Maybe she was involved?”

“But she gave us that insight on those other incidents that match this one.”

“Probably ‘cause she knows about them. How would we know if she was involved? But it fits the alibi.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it Cass - a woman that’s been missing and presumed dead for over ten years, suddenly shows up at the scene of one of the most horrific crimes in recent history, then starts talking about other similar instances we’d missed going back a few years? She’s definitely in on it.”

“But we have no evidence she’s an enemy-“

“And nothing to prove she’s an ally either, besides her word. Can you trust someone like that?”

“…I’m not sure.”

“I say we report it anyway. At worst, it’s a bad hunch, but at best we possibly nab the person responsible - or one of their lackeys, anyway.”

(I wanted a bit that touched on Mags’ prior involvement in VTMB, so this is just a small call-back to that)

“How did you get in here?”

“Through the front door, actually. I have information you might be interested in, General.”

“And why would we trust someone who waltzes into a military facility like they own the damn place?”

“Because if my superiors found out where I was and what I was going to say, I’d be dead ten times over by now.”

“…who’s your superior?”

“Let’s call them a Council, for simplicity’s sake. They keep a tight leash on their kind, but I’m not… exactly a normal case. Now do you want to hear what I have to say or not? I don’t have all night.”

“Why come at night?”

“It’s quiet at night. I prefer it.”

“Hm. So long as it’s relevant, we could use any help we could get.”

“What causes these incidents - these murders - isn’t like you or I, but something much more primal.”

“An animal?”

“A beast with a superiority complex, honestly.”

“And you think we’d believe that?”

“What else have you encountered could do something like that?”

“I could name a few things…”

“I believe it’s the work of the Sabbat.”

“…the what?”

“The Sabbat. I’ve been informed you’ve heard the term before-“

“Yeah, and it’s strictly SF information only. How’d you hear about it?”

“Everyone knows about it, where I come from. They’re a persistent problem that’s grown wildly out of hand, in recent nights. Do you know what the Sabbat are?”

“We deduce they’re a gang going around murdering innocent people with no rhyme or reason as to why they’re doing it.”

“Hmmm… not bad, not bad. But there IS a reason, and the rhyme may be… disturbing to you.”

“If you know what’s causing the murders and taking our attention away from other more stressing concerns, then by law you’re obligated to inform us.”

“The Sabbat, in essence, strive to be everything you are not: Inhuman. They reject the basic code we all as a society follow, for the most part. They’re arrogant, have no regard for life, and see themselves as higher beings than you. The Sabbat are dangerous, and we’ve been trying to keep them in check for years. Ever since we all found out about the other realms after that incident years ago, we’ve been unable to get a handle on them.”

“…so you’re saying you’ve let them get out of hand?”

“No. The Sabbat are like cockroaches - you can’t seem to ever get rid of them entirely. They’ve never been this persistent or problematic since Los Angeles.”

“What happened in Los Angeles?”

“…nothing worth noting, to you.”

“I-“

“All I’m here to do, is inform you that these are not people. They are not reasonable, and they will kill every single person - human or not - that gets in their way.”

“So what are they, exactly, if they’re not human?”

(I’m not sure I really like this idea, but it was involving Magdalene going out of the way to try and p much stop these guys (Special Forces) from just waltzing to their dooms while also investigating the Sabbat instances. I liked the idea of them being aware of the name, but not aware of what they are. I never decided how to finish that up though, hence the dead-end here)

“The fact that we may very well be able to ascertain our own origins is an interesting premise, don’t you think? Poetic, even. We’ve spent so long in the dark, only to realize it was only *this* realm that held us back.”

(I typed this up after Beckett was mentioned in a previous ask - idk if it’s something he would say, but it’s a line of dialogue I kind of like so 🤷‍♀️)

Aaand that’s all I got, for now Anon! 

Sorry it’s not much - it takes me a long time to sorta piece ideas together or some up with a *coherent* plot of any sort 😂 (it’s why my in-progress fanfic is taking… so long….)

i’m juggling so many AU ideas rn, it’s not even funny. Idk how you writer types ever stay organized or on top of ur fics in reasonable order… I just wing it every time and hope for the best, ngl ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

[cypress-tree]

okay trying this again!!! can you write a fic in which raf fucks sonny in their kitchen because sonny was making them breakfast and looking all beautiful and house husband-y and raf NEEDS HIM right then?!

thanks for the prompt, anon  B))  this became so long I might actually post it to ao3 lmao

Rafael wakes up to the warmth of his duvet and the glow of filtered sunlight hitting his face.  He can hear noise in the kitchen, and smell the scent of coffee drifting down the hall.  Sonny must be making breakfast.  Rafael’s fiancé must be making breakfast.

Rafael relives the memory of last night’s proposal.  That soft look in Sonny’s eyes, the nervous wavering of his hand, holding the ring.  Rafael’s heart had nearly stopped, then it started beating so rapidly he was afraid he might pass out.  He had nodded and yelped “yes” louder than he meant to.  Sonny pulled him into a tight hug.  

Rafael looks down at the white-gold ring on his finger, admiring the shine of the metal in the light.  He’s still naked from last night’s celebratory proposal sex, so he rolls out of bed and pulls on grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.  He pads barefoot down the hall and stops outside the kitchen to find Sonny facing the other direction, completely absorbed in whatever’s happening on the stove in front of him.  He’s oblivious to Rafael’s presence.

For a moment, Rafael watches him.  Sonny is in sweatpants, too—the Fordham ones with the university logo on the side.  They’re hanging low on his hips, and when he shifts his weight to one foot, a sliver of bare skin peeks out from below his shirt.  Rafael’s mouth goes a little dry.  Sonny tugs his shirt back down, then sets his spatula aside and turns around.

“Jesus!” he shouts, startled.  “God, Raf, you scared the hell outta me.”

Rafael smirks and crosses the room to kiss him.  “Good morning.”

“Yeah, good morning, lemme just catch my breath.”

Rafael huffs a laugh and peeks at the stove.  There’s a skillet on the front burner, cradling a frittata that’s just turning crispy at the edges.  It’s studded with tiny pieces of ham and fresh broccoli.

“Looks good,” Rafael says.  Sonny reaches around him and turns off the burner.

“It’s gotta bake.”  He kisses Rafael on the nape, then shoos him away and slides the frittata into the oven.  “Fifteen minutes,” he says.  He picks up a towel and starts wiping down the counter.

Rafael pours himself a cup of coffee—still hot—and watches Sonny from the other side of the table.  Sonny looks so good in this kitchen.  He moves around fluidly, as if cooking here is a dance, and he knows all the steps.  He hangs the towel on the oven door, then reaches up for plates.  He grabs two glasses in one hand, pulls utensils from a drawer, and closes it with a cock of his hip.  Rafael watches the lines of him.  How he stretches and turns.  The way those hips move.

It’s ridiculous, but Rafael is getting hard.  Right here, sipping coffee in the middle of the kitchen.  He puts down his mug and takes a deep breath, but it does nothing to quell the embers burning low in his belly.  Sonny starts humming to himself—whatever song he has stuck in his head.  His face is so happy and relaxed and Rafael is overwhelmed with the desire to give him pleasure.

Sonny spins around and sets the dishes on the table.  He glances up at Rafael, and something familiar flickers behind his eyes.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Rafael shakes his head.  He takes Sonny’s hand and pulls him close, then kisses him long and slow.  Sonny smiles when they part.

“Happy first day of our engagement,” he murmurs.

Rafael kisses him again.  He crowds Sonny against the counter and presses his growing erection against Sonny’s thigh.  Sonny moans into him, his hands gripping Rafael a little tighter.

“Did you wake up like this?” he asks.  “You should have said something.”

Rafael is too embarrassed to admit that he didn’t—that he got this way in the past ten minutes, just from watching Sonny move around the kitchen.  He slips a hand under Sonny’s shirt and strokes his skin, so soft and warm.  Sonny pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it on the table behind Rafael.

“Better,” Rafael says.  He nestles his face against Sonny’s neck and kisses him there, over and over.  He knows Sonny’s neck is sensitive—he takes advantage of it every chance he gets.  He rubs the scruff of his cheek against him, and Sonny shivers.  “Can I fuck you?” Rafael asks, lips brushing against Sonny’s ear.  He can feel Sonny’s breath catch in his chest.

“Yeah,” Sonny gasps.  “Yeah, please.”

Rafael turns him around, and Sonny leans forward with his arms against the counter.

“Wait right here,” Rafael says.  “I’ll get the lube.”

“No, hold on—”  Sonny reaches for the junk drawer.

“God, please don’t tell me we keep lube in the kitchen.”

Sonny shifts through the drawer’s contents: a roll of tape, a pair of sunglasses Rafael thought he lost, a sheet of commemorative stamps that Sonny had insisted on buying, but never used.  He finds a tiny foil packet and holds it up, looking over his shoulder, proudly.

“Where did you get this?” Rafael groans.

“Remember the Rivera case a couple months ago?  We interviewed the vic at her dorm.  They have safe sex supplies in the bathrooms.”

“You stole this from a hall full of college students?”

“It wasn’t the only one there, Raf.”

Rafael shakes his head, but then Sonny bends over in front of him, and he decides to forget it.  He slips the packet into his pocket and focuses on Sonny, reaching forward to fondle him through his pants.  Sonny hums.

“Mmm, that feels good.”

Rafael presses kisses to his shoulders and the top of his spine.  Sonny arches his back and lets Rafael rub against his ass.  The tips of Sonny’s ears are turning pink.  Rafael can feel him getting hard.  He tugs Sonny’s pants down and lets them fall to the floor.  He feels, rather than hears Sonny laugh.  Rafael keeps rubbing against him, the cloth barrier between his cock and Sonny’s skin making him ache in just the right way.  Sonny presses backwards.

“You can’t fuck me with your pants on,” he says, his voice low like a growl.

Rafael swallows.  He takes the packet of lube from his pocket and tears it open, pouring half of it over his fingers.  He puts his clean hand on the small of Sonny’s back, and teases his perineum with the other.  Sonny groans and bends over farther.  Rafael slips a fingertip inside of him.

“Mmm, god yes,” Sonny gasps.  Rafael’s heart is beating hard.  He slides his finger further in, holding tight to Sonny’s hip with his other hand.  “Just like that, Raf, give me another.”

Rafael is breathing hard through his mouth, and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.  He lets Sonny acclimate a little longer, then adds a second finger, marveling over the high-pitched sound of Sonny’s whine.  He lets go of Sonny’s hip and gives himself a quick rub through his pants.  He aches.

“Hey,” Sonny says.  “Don’t fill up on appetizers or you won’t be hungry for the main course.”

It’s a bad joke, so Rafael punishes him by crooking his fingers in just the right spot.  Sonny yelps in surprise and pushes back, trying to take him in further.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” he mutters.  “Oh my god, do that again.”  Rafael does, and Sonny’s head drops down into his arms.  He moans softly and opens his legs wider.  “Another,” he mumbles.  “One more finger.”

Rafael doesn’t hesitate.  His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he starts rutting against Sonny’s thigh for friction.  He’s starting to get indecisive over whether he wants to fuck Sonny with his cock, or keep using his fingers.  Sonny is hot and tight, and so responsive.

“I want you,” Sonny groans, into his elbow.  “I want your dick, Raf.”

The oven timer goes off, and Rafael jumps so sharply that he brushes Sonny’s prostate and makes him shout.

“Fuck,” Sonny says.  “The frittata.”

“Screw the frittata.”  Rafael pulls out his fingers and slicks his cock with the rest of the lube.  Sonny laughs against the countertop; the sound of it is music to Rafael’s ears.  He presses the head of his cock against Sonny’s ass, and Sonny’s laughter dies away.

“Please,” Sonny whimpers.

Rafael slides inside and groans.  He holds his breath, then sucks another one in, and realizes belatedly that the lube is scented like strawberries.  Sonny lifts his head, turning so that Rafael can see his profile.  His face is pink, his eyes half-lidded.

“Perfect,” he murmurs.  Rafael thrusts into him slowly, and Sonny sinks back down.  Rafael reaches around to touch him.  Sonny is harder than Rafael thought.  He’s not sure how long he’ll last.

“The frittata will burn,” Sonny moans, between heavy breaths.

“Well then you’d better come quick.” Rafael picks up the pace, because the thought of Sonny getting fucked, close to coming, and still worried about making Rafael a decent breakfast is the strangest turn-on.  Sonny’s cock is hot in his hand; it’s leaking so much.  Rafael’s hips snap forward over and over, filling the kitchen with slapping sounds, and causing Sonny to make little grunts with each thrust.

“Raf,” Sonny says.  “Rafael.”  His arms flail out against the counter, and Rafael stills for a moment, pushing deep into him and jerking him off, giving a twist to the head of his cock.  Sonny shouts.  Rafael thinks faintly “wait—the cabinets—” but he doesn’t have time to do anything before Sonny is coming all over them.  “Oh my god,” Sonny groans.  “Fuck, keep going, keep going.”

Rafael fucks him fast, without any rhythm, until he finishes, coming deep inside Sonny, fingers on his hips so tight, they’ll leave marks.  Sonny murmurs “yes” and a variety of curse words.  He sighs happily as Rafael shudders and collapses on top of him.

“Raf,” he says, after a moment.  “The frittata.”

Rafael snorts and presses a kiss to Sonny’s back.  “Get your damned frittata.”  He pulls out and wanders to the living room on shaky legs.  He finds the tissue box and starts cleaning himself off as he walks back into the kitchen.  Sonny is smiling down at the frittata, clearly pleased.

“It’s a little more golden brown than my usual, but it’s not burnt.”  He sets it on the stove.  Rafael offers him a couple tissues, and Sonny takes them with a look of satisfaction.  “You know, what I really need is a shower.”

“After breakfast,” Rafael says.  “I’ll join you.”  Sonny waggles his eyebrows.  Rafael frowns.  “If you think I can get it up a third time in twelve hours, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Sonny laughs.  He throws his tissues in the trash and pulls Rafael closer by both hands.

“I’m marrying an old man,” he says, fondly.

“Yeah?  I’d like to see you try to get hard again.”

“You would, huh?”

Rafael arches an eyebrow.  “I’d bet against you, but there’s no point, since we’ll be sharing a bank account soon.”

It’s the most innocent statement, but it makes Sonny blush and smile.  Rafael is filled with love for this man.  He takes Sonny into his arms.  “We should put our pants back on,” he sighs.  “And someone has to clean your come off the kitchen cabinet.”

“Someone, huh?”

“Well it’s your come.”

“Yeah, but who put it there?”

“Um—you?”

“But you made me do it.  I was under duress.”

“No you weren’t.  Who gave you a law degree?”

“Uh, it’s written on my pants, lemme grab ‘em.”

Rafael laughs, which causes Sonny to laugh, which causes Rafael to hold him tighter.  Sonny tilts his head down and presses a kiss to his lips.

“You wanna have breakfast?” he asks, quietly.

Rafael nods.  “Yeah, that sounds good.”  He squeezes Sonny one more time, then lets him go.  Sonny catches sight of his ring and smiles.  

- - -

[krustywhore]

beat and broken spirits

ok i made you guys wait long enough for this lmao (title is from the musical jasper in deadland)

tw: violence and depression (mild suicidal thoughts if you interpret them that way)

thanks to the lovely anon that requested this fic!!! here’s a little long-anticipated au in which jack goes to the refuge instead of crutchie

Jack knew it was stupid. He knew he was abandoning his newsies and virtually all of Manhattan, but he couldn’t care less. He knew Race had been dying to actually do something as his second in command and with Davey there, they’d be able to hold down the fort just fine.

Davey.

God, it had only been a day and he already missed him. Besides, he had no way of knowing if he was okay or not and the suspense was tearing him apart.

Davey was a part of him. They fit together like puzzle pieces, as cheesy as it was. They were two opposite pieces that fit perfectly when they were together, but now they were apart and there was nothing he could do.

Still, he didn’t regret it. Crutchie was his brother. The oldest family he’s ever known and he’d be damned if he ever let anything happen to that boy.

So into the refuge he went. It was a small price to pay, really.

But being away from them all was absolute torture. He’d been with all of those kids every day for as long as he could remember, but they had all spent nights apart in the past. Some more than others with a few kids going home to their folks like Davey or others like Race spending as much as weeks in Brooklyn at a time. Nonetheless, he missed them all when he didn’t have a choice if he could see them or not. Back home he could always spend the night at Medda’s theater if he wanted or even go visit other boroughs occasionally, but he could always go back home afterwards.

Not anymore.

So he kept his mouth shut and tried to make his stay as short and painless as possible.

That proved to be extremely difficult when Snyder came in for his first night. It had been nearly five years since jack had escaped from the refuge, but all of that pent up anger still remained and he held no mercy.

Jack woke up on the floor the next morning with more bruises than he could count.

Despite it all, he kept to himself, biting his tongue when he felt like spewing insults and holding his breath when he felt like crying. It wasn’t healthy, he knew that, but there was one way he would survive in there and that was by hiding anything they could use to hurt him.

He had a few things keeping him going; his family of brother and sisters and David Jacobs.

Davey was really something else. He was someone Jack would’ve never thought he’d find himself caring about, but that boy had a monopoly over his heart and Jack had no idea what to do. He didn’t know what to do with those feelings, but he sure as hell couldn’t make them known here if he wanted to live to see another day.

He was glad he did. Every time he decided to live one more day, there was something that made him regret it. He’d get picked my Snyder yet another time or he’d get sent to solitary for a day, but every time something made it feel like hell was sunshine and rainbows, something else would come around and he’d have a little sliver of hope again.

About three days in, he saw Specs at the barred window and nearly wept with relief. He wouldn’t have cared who they sent, but to see a friend was like a miracle. Still, that wasn’t all as the boy slid a small bundle of papers through the bars and told Jack he would be back with some of the others in the morning. He hadn’t been so happy in ages.

So he tucked the bundle under a mattress and waited until after Snyder had came to make his final rounds for the night. He climbed up to the windowsill once he was sure everyone else was asleep and read every page under the dim streetlights outside.

There was a letter from nearly everyone he loved.

‘Heya Jack, I guess ya’ could say I’s doin’ alright takin’ over for ya’, but it really ain’t the same without ya’. Don’t tell any a’ tha’ others I’s sayin’ that, but you’s way better than I could eva’ be. Wish me luck, Jackie. You’s gonna’ make it outta’ there, I promise ya’, and when ya’ do, I’ll do my best ta’ make sure you’s got somethin’ left ta’ come back to. -Racer’

He knew there was no way Race wasn’t selling himself short, but it was nice to know he’d at least still have a borough to come home to.

‘Jack these kids is losin’ they’s shit without you so hurry up and get ya’ ass outta’ there. -Spot Conlon’

That one was a surprise. Well, not what he wrote, but the fact that Spot Conlon took the time to write something was, well, something.

‘Jack, I don’t even know what ta’ say. I could say thank you’s, but I wish ya’ hadn’t done it. I could say I miss you’s, but that’s not even close ta’ how badly I need ya’ back. Specs n’ Race won’t let me come see ya’, but jus’ know I’d be there if I could. I’ll be here waitin’ for ya’ for as long as it takes. Your brother, Crutchie’

Okay that one he really had to try not to cry. He knew he wouldn’t if it meant it would ruin the writing, but he wanted to so bad.

He could tell exactly what the next one was without even reading a word. It was perfectly written with impeccable spelling and handwriting so neat it could’ve been printed.

‘Jackie, I need you out of there. I don’t know what I have to do, but I can’t do this without you. I can’t seem to bring myself to say anything I need to, but I guess that’s just because I trust you enough to get yourself out of there. I’ll be there to see you soon, I promise. Just hold on. I need you around so don’t you dare think about anything less than coming back home. I’ll wait as long as it takes. -David’

God, Davey just…did things to him. Feelings things. Disgusting, annoying, and painful feelings that would get him killed in a heartbeat if anyone found out.

He quickly stuffed the letters under his mattress and curled up on the windowsill. The next morning couldn’t come soon enough.

So he stood through beatings and woke up to yet another fist to his stomach. The blood in his mouth had become almost natural at that point as he added to the stain on the cuff of his sleeve and collected himself off the ground.

The other kids in the refuge weren’t cruel for leaving him alone, he was the only one they touched and for them to get a break from the never-ending torture of Snyder’s hand, they would take it gladly. Jack understood. The first time he was in the refuge, he would’ve done the same, he didn’t blame them at all.

But he wanted to get out. He wanted to be able to go home. He wanted to be back in the lodging house and lecture the kids about leaving the door open and probably stop Finch from shooting rocks at pedestrians out the window with his slingshot and he wanted to slip a few pennies into the pocket of a kid who’d had a slow day. He wanted to go home and take a head count of all of his kids as they came back from selling and tuck the little ones into their bunks like a real dad and tease the ones cuddled up and sharing together like a real big brother would. He wanted to pretend like he didn’t know what Race was doing when he snuck through the window past midnight with his hair ruffled and his suspenders hastily buckled. He wanted to chase around one of the younger kids that decided to try on Specs’ glasses. He wanted to save Katherine from Romeo’s never-ending advances when she came to visit. He wanted to go home so he could leave again in the morning to go with all of his kids to the circulation gates and see Davey again.

That was the only thing keeping him going as he crawled his virtually-useless form up to the window and grinned at the boys climbing up the fire escape.

He could see the sun spots refracting onto the metal bars and the bright red waves from a mile away but before he knew it, there they were right outside the bars and he finally felt a little closer to home.

“Jack, holy shit!” Albert practically screamed as he climbed up to the window, jack quickly slipping his thin wrist through the bars to quiet him.

“Shut up, ya’ hear? If Snyder comes back ‘ere I ain’t got a chance,” Jack hissed, relaxing a little when he was sure no one was coming. “I can’t have ‘im gettin’ the two a’ you’s too.”

Specs crawled up beside Albert and nodded solemnly. “Yeah, we’s sorry. It’s jus’…ya’ look terrible Jack.”

He rolled his eyes to hide the fact that he knew just how bad he looked and that wasn’t even the worst of it.

“Thanks, real charmers, both a’ you’s,” he teased before they decided that the two weren’t having any of it. “I’s fine, I’ll be out a’ here in no time, jus’ make sure Manhattan doesn’t implode while I’s gone.”

That got a smirk out of Albert at least.

“I think when ya’ get back you’s gonna’ need a new second,” he chuckled knowingly, nudging Specs who groaned.

“What? Don’t tell me Racer cracked unda’ pressure,” Jack exhaled, running his hands through his hair.

“Nah, he’s doin’ jus’ fine, but he’s got some competition now ’s all,” Specs clarified, intriguing Jack.

“Crutchie?”

“Davey,” he revealed, Jack grinning at the mention of the boy.

“Oh,” he spoke softly, a slight redness covering his cheeks as he couldn’t shake the smile. “How is he?”

The two boys looked between each other before shifting towards the ladder.

“He made us promise not ta’ say anythin’ until he could come visit,” Albert started, swinging down onto the ladder. “He’s comin’ by in a few hours. He jus’ had ta’ make sure Les got home okay, but he’s been real worried ‘bout you’s.”

And with that he dipped down out of view and Specs took his place, descending down the ladder after the other.

“Jus’ try ta’ stay safe, Jackie. We’s got a plan in tha’ works ta’ get you’s outta’ there, don’t worry,” he winked, slipping down the ladder and leaving Jack sitting there with a giddy smile on his face.

Davey. Davey was coming to see him. He was going to get to see Davey.

He couldn’t shake the smile off his face for the rest of the afternoon. In fact, he waited on that windowsill all day until he heard the rattling of the ladder and all of a sudden…there he was.

“Jack?” Davey’s shy voice broke Jack from his awe-like trace as he just stared at the boy with childlike wonder.

“Oh my god you’re real,” he spoke, unintentionally out loud.

The other boy’s smile was enough to make Jack feel like he was already out and running free. He made him feel like he was already back home. Davey made him feel at home.

Davey felt like home.

“Jackie…what have they been doing to you?” Davey looked horrified as he slipped his wrists through the bars on the window as let his fingers brush gently over the bruises covering the other boy’s face and neck. He could feel his face heat up at the touch, but shied away, his heart pounding out of his chest.

“It’s nothing, Dave. Serious, it ain’t that bad,” he mumbled, trying to keep the smile on the other boy’s face as long as he could. “How’s tha’ strike goin’?”

Davey looked disappointed at Jack’s sudden change of topic, but shrugged it off anyway.

“We’re managing. We had an idea to hold this rally at Medda’s theater with all the city’s newsies,” he spoke, brightening a little talking about their plans.

“Tha’ rest a’ tha’ city? You mean they’s all with us?” Jack couldn’t help but feel a rise of hope in his heart as Davey confirmed.

“It wasn’t worth it though,” Davey grumbled, his excited expression crumbling.

Jack froze, looking up and reaching through the bars to place his hand on Davey’s knee.

“What d’you-“

“Losing you wasn’t worth it, Jackie,” he whispered, leaning his head against the bars of the window, Jack doing the same. “I…I can’t do this without you.”

Jack felt his eyes burning and his throat close up as he reached through the bars, clinging to the other boy’s hands for dear life.

“I need you’s all ta’ make this work, Dave,” he started, his voice cracking as tears spilled down his cheeks. “I can’t stay in this place, I’s running out a’ things that make me want ta’ keep goin’, I don’t…know what to do without you here.”

As soon as those words left his lips, the tears he was held back for so long just cascaded down his cheeks in an unstoppable flood.

“I-i’s s’pposed ta’ be strong n’ get out a’ here so’s I can get back home, b-but I jus’ want out. Not just out a’ here, but jus’…out in general,” he whimpered, a small sob cracking Davey’s own ragged breaths as he grabbed Jack’s hands, clutching them tightly.

“No, no no no, Jackie I need you! I can’t do this without you much longer, I-I’m nothing without you here. I’m gonna’ fix this, I promise you,” he whispered, neither of them daring to look at anything other than their intertwined hands.

“P-please help me…,” he choked out. “I don’t want to feel like this, it just…hurts.”

Davey nodded shakily with their foreheads pressed together.

“I know, I know, but we’re gonna’ get you out of here in no time and then once we do,” he exhaled, sniffling slightly. “I’m never letting you go again, I promise.”

Maybe it was a mix of all of the loneliness and the finality of their conversation, but for whatever reason, this felt like his only chance. Jack leaned back, Davey’s hurt expression appearing the moment they separated, but Jack simply pulled him close with their hands clasped together as their lips met gently through the bars over the window.

When they separated, it only seemed to hurt more that, yes there definitely was a chance that they’d never be able to do that again, but with one heartbroken smile from each, they promised each other that they’d make sure it wasn’t. Davey slipped out of view, tears still running down his cheeks as he climbed down the fire escape and reluctantly left Jack alone up on the windowsill to sit with his thoughts.

One more day, he told himself. Just keep going one more day.

[1800-seungshine]

in locked with you.

member: park woojin genre(s): high school!au, fluff, crush!woojin summary: with it being halloween, you suddenly regret being the last person to remain at school and what more luck is that you’re locked in the classroom. fear not, you’re not alone; your crush is there too. (requested - bullet point format) word count: 1.7k

note: wow am i whipped for woojin or is it all of you? i think it’s both lmao but this is another requested scenario by an anon! this is to commemorate an event that i don't actually partake in but i might as well lowkey celebrate it by writing about it..??? heheheh. it's actually halloween now here in australia so imma write this as quick as possible lmao - to those trick or treating, have fun and stay safe!!

p.s thank you to the anon that requested this! it means a lot < 33

halloween - the greatest time of the year for pranksters and outright mischievous

your school loveessss halloween

even to the extent where the principal allows the student committee to put decorations on and let the students come as anything they want 

ofc you didn’t wanna miss out on the fun 

so you dressed up as that one thicc sausage bun which will be forever missed (halloweiner anyone?? ok that was lame)

rip snapchat hotdog :’((((

the entire day was fun and filled with so much laughter that you were sure your day was gonna be 100% l i t 

you had dance club meetings that you had to attend but it was mainly dance captain!ong talking about preparations for upcoming events so it was all chill 

and eventually by the time you were fully aware, it became evening 

so you went to the toilets to change into casual clothes 

bc would you really wear a hotdog suit during the evening, or in general public (i mean i would cough)

usually you would have your best friend with you whenever club meetings ended late 

but she was absent and all your fellow club mates have gone to dog you so you were basically the only person in the school 

you thought of all the horror movies you watched alone and the possibility of them coming true to life 

wrong move, you freaked yourself out 

what’s even better is that you left the rest of your things in the classroom where the meeting was held 

so you walked to that classroom as quickly as possible, already planning to grab your things and jet straight away

bc not today demons. not today. (totes not a bts reference) 

but when you entered the classroom, there’s this guy crouching down looking for something 

"oH MY GOD! WHAT THE-”

so you let out a yelp and he jumps in shock

the said guy then looks up 

and you instantly shut your gaping mouth 

cos it’s park woojin 

your crush and fellow dance club member 

but step aside feelings, he scared the heck outta you and he needs to hear a piece of your mind

“s-sorry! did i scare you??”

you see that worried and overall shook look on his face 

aannnnnddd nevermind he’s forgiven 

bc it’s okay if he nearly gave you a heart attack, the world is a better place and your entire existence is blessed by park woojin 

“no no!” you wave your hand furiously, “it’s okay - i just wasn’t expecting someone in here since i was the last person left. what are you doing here by the way?”

“ah...well, seongwoo hyung told me that he forgot something here and ordered me to get it. so here i am but i can’t seem to find it though.” 

with woojin’s presence in the same vicinity as you, you suddenly forget your plan of bolting, “do you need help..?”

“no, it’s getting late and you should go home - i think i can handle; it was just these documents that he placed somewhere.” 

you shake your head in return bc you’re a nice human being, “i’ll help you besides it’ll be faster if we look for it together.” 

hence the beginning of your search party 

and whilst you were both too focus looking here and there 

the “wind” slams the door shut 

(in actuality someone specifically a guy named ong seongwoo closed the door shut and locked it from the outside) 

you run to the door and fumble with the door handle, trying to push it open 

“ohmygod ohmygod you can’t be serious- why isn’t the door opening-” you start to panic and woojin instantly comes over gently pushing you aside 

he also begins with the same motions as you

and after numerous pushes and kicks, woojin lets out a sigh 

“we’re locked in...” 

now you start to panic even more and you’re just there trying to calm yourself by taking deep breathes 

“i mean, it could be worse right...?” you laugh nervously at him 

but jokes on you 

bc the moment you said that, all the lights immediately shut 

(totally not the work of ong seongwoo)

“n OPE.” you finally say before trying to find your way to the door by touching the handle.

so now you’re just endlessly banging on the door, screaming and yelling; “HELP!! ANYONE??? IS ANYONE THERE?? HELP!!”

the fact that it was dark and you couldn’t see crap made things worse 

bc you were petrified and it feels like you’re all alone by yourself - woojin doesn’t seem to be answering and you can’t even figure out where the heck he is  

(he has no clue how to deal with you when he’s freaking out himself)

“woojin woojin woojin, we’re gonna die and the ghosts are going to take our souls and and we’ll end up in another universe or something and we’ll be trapped forever.” 

there’s no reply 

“woojin? oh my god, am i all alone now? park woojin you dog, i swear on my own failing grades-” 

then out of nowhere you can faintly see the entire room again and you relax as you see woojin appear in your vision, holding his phone as he keeps the flashlight on

“did you just call me a dog...?” 

he’s looking at your face, amused at how you were shedding a few tears and sniffling 

you were pretty cute in his eyes 

“i didn’t mean to, i panicked and i really don’t know what to do and and i should have gone home like what you said earlier but nooo! my stupid humanitarian ass and my feelings got in the way so i ended up helping you. 

i knew i shouldn’t have binged watched all those horror movies last night and oh my god, i don’t even know if i’m breathing; should i breathe? can i breathe?” 

you turn your back to him as you try to calm yourself down and there’s complete silence apart from your shaky breaths

and it starts to get him worried bc you look like you’re close to breaking down 

so woojin pushes aside all the awkwardness and hesitance that he’s feeling, grabbing your shoulders so you face him 

you’re just there sniffling quietly, looking down bc good lord you’re ugly crying rn - this boi shouldn’t be seeing you like this 

but he places his hand under your chin and lifts your head lightly 

“y/n, look at me.” 

you instantly look down and shake your head. “no, shut up i’m crying and it’s ugly; don’t do this to me.” 

look at you finding a reason to not give away that you’re a lot more terrified than you look

“please...?”

his plead softens you in less than a second and you slowly oblige to his request, your eyes meeting his.

“you’ll be okay, we’ll be okay, alright? i’m right here, you can trust me.” woojin softly says to you, “take deep breaths and just look at me, forget about everything else.” 

surprisingly, you were starting to calm down and seeing that it was working, he flashes you a grin

“see? nothing will go wrong from now and even so, you have me.” 

TIME SKIP OF ABOUT THREE HOURS SINCE GETTING LOCKED IN 

now you’re just both sitting on the ground, talking comfortably 

which is a first time bc you and woojin haven’t really properly talked before this situation

in that short amount of time though, you immediately clicked with him and it’s going great

you’ve gotten a lot more calmer than at the beginning 

but only because you’ve been holding his hand 

which he initiated, thinking that it could help you 

even if it isn’t really a scientifically proven idea 

it’s effective though (somewhat) 

bc while it calms you down, your heart is also pounding loudly  

and you’re just praying really hard that he can’t hear it bc you sure damn well can 

it’s now officially midnight 

you’re both beginning to yawn 

next thing you know, you lean on the wall and you’re knocked out cold 

he doesn’t really realise that you’ve fallen asleep until you stop replying to him causing him to turn his head 

woojin chuckles gently, “your crying must have tired you out...” he says to your sleeping figure, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face, “i didn’t know you could be unknowingly cute...it’s charming.” 

he scoots closer to you, intimate enough that your shoulders were touching

and gently, he places your head on his shoulder so you can sleep a lot more comfortably

asdfghjkl im screeching bye

soon, woojin also drifts off to sleep with your hands still in his and your fingers intertwined. 

THE NEXT MORNING 

your eyes lift up as the sunlight shines through 

wow this certainly ain’t your bed

oh wait-

you instantly become reminded that you were locked in all night 

so it wasn’t a dream 

and so you whip your head to the left and you see a peaceful woojin sleeping right beside you 

surprisingly you’re both still (loosely) holding hands 

and the thought that it stayed that way all night makes you blush 

woojin flinches a little and eventually is awakened, turning his head to face you

“good morning...” he sleepily says to you, his eyes still closed 

“woojin, we slept overnight here.” 

“i know...but give me five more minutes.” woojin replies, leaning his head on your shoulder 

wowowow who knew an overnight stay in a school would make you two closer than ever 

yet as soon as his head lays on your shoulder 

the door slams wide open 

and enters dance club president, ong seongwoo 

“wAKE UP HOES THIS AIN’T A HOTEL.” 

he stands in front of you two with a cheeky grin, “but i’m glad you’ve both gotten along really well.”

woojin simply groans, “shut up seongwoo hyung - you trick me by saying you left some dumb document and then lock us in here for your fun and games.” 

wait.

“YOU WHAT?” you scream, causing the two boys to jump 

seongwoo laughs nervously, “now now, don’t get mad - i was just doing it for the lols and besides, you guys are best friends now, right?” 

“oh my god- i had mental breakdowns and i ugly cried in front of my crush just for your lols?! oNG SEONGWOO I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.” 

“NOT UNLESS YOU CATCH ME FIRST.” 

let’s just say that seongwoo ran faster than he’s ever been 

and once he bolted out that door, you instantly followed to hunt his ass down 

meanwhile woojin remains in the classroom until he repeats your words and instantly recalls what you also said that last night 

“did she just say she likes me??” 

[adoringjensen]

How do you feel about people reblogging your pro-Dean posts to say his current family is shit and nobody deserves him? I think that's unfair. What makes SPN so enjoyable to watch is how human the characters are and Sam and Cas do their best to help him? Why can't everyone see that?

Hey there, anon!

I agree, I do think that’s unfair. However, I realize everyone has their own biases and it’s hard to see things objectively from all points of view. That’s not to say I don’t think things definitely get out of hand sometimes, though. What I don’t like is when someone takes a positive post and adds comments to make it negative. Like,,,, if ur gonna do that just make ur own post. It’s so unnecessary to take over a post like that. When someone makes a positive post about a character,,,, I can 99.999% guarantee they’re not looking for any Discourse™ okay, they just wanna share their love and feel validated by others that feel the same. That kind of thing does happen quite a lot tho, unfortunately. 

Like something that really bothers tHE FUCK outta me is when someone comments on a gifset or something of mine and adds “why didn’t you include [insert character/scene/whatever here]?” or “since you decided to include [scene/character/etc], that means you must think [whatever tf they assume my opinions are].” Just crap like that. fIRST OF ALL. You do realize tumblr limits to 10 photos per post, right?? So I’m limited to what I can include and a lot of factors come into play when I’m choosing the right scenes to gif. I mean, I could put more than one gif into one file to post more at a time, but that requires more effort and time than I’m willing to give tbh. and sECOND OF ALL. Binch, make ur own damn post. Don’t come squandering all over my shit with ur bullshit. At the very least, just put ur dumb commentary in the tags like the rest of us. No need to contradict the op like that. Especially on a gifset, much less a text post. Bc someone actually made that. They took the time to do all that and it just alskdgh bothers the fuck out of me when someone will take something of mine like that and feel like they have to tell me what’s right and wrong about it. Just. Get out. 

Okay I got a little off track there lmao. But I think that if a post is originally just meant to be a positive Dean post, then it’s not really fair to take it over and add a bunch of negativity about other characters around him. I will admit that I can be pretty salty over Dean tho lol. I’m like,,, super protective of him and definitely think he deserves better than what he has. So now and then, I’ll indulge in the Salty for Dean™ side of tumblr dot com when I’m feeling Bitter. But I’ve never been a fan of shitting on other characters for the sake of another. And that’s just bc I don’t particularly like or handle negativity like that very well. Some ppl thrive off of that, and hey that’s totally cool for them. Blowing off some steam like that can make you feel better, but definitely stick to your own posts or commenting in the tags. I don’t think adding negative shit to positive posts is ever an okay thing to do. And I can bet the op probably doesn’t appreciate it, either.

And I do think spn is really enjoyable to watch and is still very popular bc of all the flaws and humanity you see in the characters, yeah. They’re always making a huge mess of things in order to do what they believe is right/most important in the moment. Constantly making these huge sacrifices to save each other and all that. They’re always doing what they think is best, and yeah it’s not always the right decision in the end, but hell. If they can’t fuck up and make mistakes, then what are we doing? What the heck are we learning? Like,,, idk. Do I think the writing can be off and things could’ve been done better, sure. Do I have my problems with the show, god yes. But in the end, it’s still my favorite show and I complain about it bc I love it so much. I feel like after having been in the fandom for so long, you kinda earn the right to be a Grumpy Elder™ about everything lmao. 

It’s infuriating sometimes when others don’t see things the way you do, especially when it seems so fucking obvious to you, right? But. That’s life, my friend. Gotta pick your battles and do what’s best for you. Anyway, I hope this whole thing didn’t get too off track or anything, but I definitely see what you’re saying and I agree. I wish everyone could see that too, but we can only be responsible for ourselves (as difficult that is to remember sometimes) ♥︎