#he stayed by his house mostly and people watched but he'd always come say hi and walk around this undeveloped lot ppl wore a trail into

[the-best-bagel]

free roaming outdoor dogs a la cats are not a good idea and are just asking for injuries and conflict but unfortunately i've only ever had great experiences growing up in a neighborhood with a handful of those dogs and i miss themmmmm

[daytaker]

Could you do headcanons with the MC that's constantly napping and sleeping but somehow can keep up with whatever is going on? Just imagine them sleep talking coherent replies in a conversation during a meeting or doing the dishes with their eyes closed and lightly snoring

The Brothers React to Functional Sleeping MC

If it wasn't for Belphie, this would have confused them all a lot more.

Considering Belphegor's constant napping and occasional conversation contributions through sleep-talk, they are much less surprised by this tendency of MC's than the vast majority of people would be. It's just a natural part of life that some people are capable of sleeping and carrying out day to day activities at the same time.

Right?

(Individual brothers below the cut.)

Lucifer finds it annoying, sure, but at least you're slow-moving. What he really fears is the MC whose intense energy shatters any semblance of peace in this house. At the end of the day, though, he's not doing anything for you that he wasn't already doing for Belphie, so it's an inconvenience he can live with.

Mammon can't tell when you're actually asleep. He's convinced that you fake it a lot, since that's something Belphie is known to do when he'd rather not participate in a conversation. So he's always suspicious when you're able to complete tasks and move around while ostensibly asleep. He tries to catch you off guard and prove that you're not really sleeping, but he's never able to do it. Still, he hates that he can never let his own guard down as far as what he says when you're sleeping nearby, since there's a 50/50 chance you'll somehow absorb what he's saying and remember it in your waking life.

Levi thinks it's cute; at least, at first he does. It's a common trope in slice-of-life anime, having super cute sleepy characters. At the same time, it's a little frustrating, because you tend to just nod off whenever he tries to talk to you for any extended length of time, and he isn't going to play the game where he keeps talking just because you might actually be absorbing what he's saying! If you aren't interested enough to stay awake, he'll just stop bothering you! Hmph.

Satan finds it kind of funny, mostly because of how his brothers react to it. Mammon acting suspicious and nervous, Levi getting his feelings hurt, Asmo fawning over you, and Beel carrying you to and from RAD like luggage. He doesn't have a tremendous amount of interest in you, exactly, but you provide some real entertainment, so he appreciates that. Plus, and big shocker here: did you know cats nap a lot? You gain points in his book for this resemblance you bear to nature's most magnificent creatures.

Asmo thinks it's just precious to watch the human sleep at the table, or at their desk, or on the floor in the library, or on the toilet, or at breakfast, or at dinner, or... Mmm, are you okay, sweetie? You need to work on your sleep schedule. If you're having trouble sleeping at night, you should just come visit him! He has all sorts of ideas for how you could wear yourself out at night so you'll be refreshed during the day! :)

Beel is a little thrown off at first, because in some ways it's like Belphie never left. You'll recall that when MC first arrives in the Devildom, the other brothers besides Lucifer think Belphie is in the human world as an exchange student. So Beel wonders if maybe there was some sort of equivalent exchange shenanigans going on. They sent up a sleepy demon, so maybe that meant a sleepy human had to come down? It's very comforting, at any rate. He makes himself your unofficial guardian, carrying you out of situations where it's not safe to just lie down and sleep, or guiding you back inside after you sleepwalk out of the House of Lamentation.

Belphie is convinced he's met his soulmate, and honestly, maybe he's right. I can only imagine that you're mellow as fuck, probably got over any hard feelings from Chapter 16, and you're fast friends with Belphie now. You nap together all the time. Belphie even shares his secret hiding places with you.

Sometimes you and Belphie have full conversations in your sleep, to the amazement and amusement of the other brothers.

MC: Hungry... Go out 'n eat... Belphie: Snnn.... Jus' stay here... Kitchen... MC: Burgers... Belphie: Too cold to walk... MC: Lazy... Belphie: No, you... MC: Wear a hat... Belphie: Fine... MC: ...Hell's Kitchen in twenty... Belphie: Hmm... *Both stand up and sleepwalk to the door.* Mammon: They're not actually asleep, right? MC: *walks directly into a wall, grumbles about traffic, then continues* Mammon: ....Right?

This is the rare MC that I'd pair with Belphie. Normally I'm a little wary about how that would pan out, but if their relationship is built on mutual sleepiness and shared hiding spots to nap, well. Love is love.

[goronoia]

Married Life — Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi gripped the steering wheel tighter, his hand trembled with suppressed anger. He shot a glare in your direction.

"I explicitly stated that I didn't want you to go, yet you defied me anyway.."

He paused, forcing himself to calm down before looking straight ahead again.

"How many times have I told you not to go to those parties without me? And yet, you still don't listen."

"I haven't seen them in months, you know that." You avoided his gaze and stared right through the window of his car.

"plus, you're hardly even home.. do you expect me to just stay there alone and wait for you like an obedient housewife..?" You confessed, letting your frustrations out.

"You're acting as though as you like your work more than your wife. You spend your days mostly at the firm and not at home, do you know how lonely i get?"

He clenched his jaw tighter at your emotional confession. The accusation hit a nerve, and he bristled with a hint of defensiveness.

"You think I'm happy about always being in the office? It's not exactly a choice I have."

His voice was gruff and strained, a mixture of irritation and guilt. He knew he'd been neglecting you, and deep down, the guilt weighed heavily on him. "And as for the party... I just worry about you, and you know why."

"I can fend for myself just fine, Hiro. If you can leave me by myself alone at our home for hours, you better know that I can handle myself. It wasn't even a drinking party.... what's the purpose of your office at home if you stay at the firm almost everyday anyway.."

His grip grew even tighter on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Your argument only heightened his agitation.

"This is different. It's not about you being able to handle yourself; it's about the people you're with. I've seen how men look at you. I'm just trying to protect you."

His voice took a hint of condenscension as he responded to your second comment.

"My office at home is for times when I can work from there. I can't do that all the time."

You gripped the hem of your dress, looking down at your legs.

"you hardly even make time for me anymore." You said softly,

"I wake up in the morning and you're already leaving with a kiss, and when you do get home, you're too tired to even eat the dinner I prepare. It's like i'm only here to keep your house warm." You confessed what you feel. Referring to his estate as his house and not your home.

Higuruma's expression hardened at your words, his gaze fixated on the road ahead. "I'm doing all this work for us. To make sure you live comfortably.. to make sure you have everything you need."

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the guilt building within him. But he wouldn't acknowledge it openly. He knew he was in the wrong, but pride and stubbornness wouldn't allow him to say it aloud.

"What do you want me to do? Quit my job?"

You quickly responded, "What if all I need is my husband? The Hiromi I know who was busy but manages to always make time for me? could i get that?" You smiled bitterly.

Your bitter smile and biting words stung, hitting him right in the chest. He could feel the weight of guilt and regret settling upon him. The man who prided himself on his control and self-restraint felt compelled to defend himself.

"I'm the same person, damn it," he retorted, his voice laced with irritation. "I still take care of you. I come home. I provide for you. Isn't that enough?"

You were about to open your mouth to respond but closed it shortly, not knowing if you should continue on with this.

As he pulls off of your drive way, You spoke before leaving the car,

"All I want is for us to spend more time together again." You muttered, removing your seatbelt and closing the car door with a light thud before proceeding to unlock the door to your house.

Higuruma sat in the car for a moment, watching you head inside. The guilt continued to gnaw at him, despite his attempts to push it aside. He let out a heavy sigh, his hand rubbing over his face as he tried to collect his thoughts.

After a few moments, he finally got out of the car and made his way inside the house, following you. He found you in the living room and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he spoke softly,

"I'll try to be home more often."

You looked at him,

"Thank you." You replied bluntly before heading to your room to get ready for bed.

He watched you walk to the bedroom, the guilt eating away at him. He couldn't help but notice the sadness in your smile, and it only made him feel worse. He stood there, contemplating whether to follow or give you some space.

After a few moments of internal debate, he pushed off the wall and headed to the bedroom, walking in just as you were changing out of your party clothes. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze locked on your form.

You changed into your slip dress and went to your vanity to remove jewelries and your make up with a straight face.

After finishing, You headed over to the bathroom to do your usual routine then approaching your bed finally.

Higuruma watched you with a mixture of emotions as you went through your routine, his mind racing. He wanted to say something, to reach out to you, but the words got stuck in his throat. Instead, he simply followed you into the bedroom and changed into his pajamas in silence.

He took his place on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, his gaze fixed on you as you joined him. The air between you felt tense, filled with unspoken words and lingering frustration.

You faced your back at Higuruma, not wanting to snuggle up with him tonight as you pulled the comforter to cover up your body.

He watched you turn away from him, sadness and frustration welling up within him. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull you close, to erase the distance between you, but the guilt and stubbornness held him back. Instead, he clenched his jaw, watching your back rise and fall with each breath you took.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke softly, his voice betraying a hint of anguish,

"Good Night, I love you."

It was already the next day,

You woke up, wiping the sleepiness off of your eyes, you glanced at him only to find an empty bed.

'Of course' You thought to yourself, not even surprised anymore, thinking he probably left earlier in order to avoid you.

You came downstairs smelling cooked food. The maids probably already cooked breakfast.

Though you were greeted with Hiromi on the table, reading some files while sipping coffee. You were baffled to say the least.

Higuruma looked up from his files as he heard you come down the stairs, a neutral expression on his face. He had purposely taken the day off work, wanting to prove to you that he was making an effort to be around more. As he looked at you, he noticed the surprise in your eyes, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips,

"Morning."

He greeted you simply, setting the files aside and focusing his attention fully on you. He gestured towards the seat next to him, silently offering you to join him at the table.

You approached him gently, sitting next to his chair.

"Why are you still here? you're gonna be late." You said, stirring your cup of warm milk.

He smiled at your "concern", finding your words endearing. He glanced at the clock on the wall before turning his gaze back to you, his eyes studying your face.

"I'm not going to work today."

He stated simply, his tone matter-of-fact. He reached for his cup of coffee and took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving yours.

You just stared at your cup, smiling slightly.

"that's good."

Higuruma noticed the smile on your face and felt a sense of relief wash over him. Seeing you even the slightest bit happier made his heart flutter. He reached out his hand to gently touch your thighs, his touch soft and comforting.

"Yeah. I thought I'd spend today with you."

He said it so nonchalantly, as if it was a completely normal occurrence, but they both knew the truth. It had been so long since he took a day off work just to spend time with you.

You looked up and stared at him.

"Really?" You asked in excitement but clearing your throat shortly, feigning calmness.

He grinned at your reaction, amused by your attempt at masking your excitement. He knew you better than that, and he could see right through your facade. He reached forward and gently pinched your cheek, his touch playful but affectionate.

"Really."

He confirmed, his smile widening into a smirk. He could see the eagerness in your eyes, and it only heightened his own excitement.

"So, what would you like to do, love?"

You stood up and grinned widely, hugging him by the neck as he pulled you slightly to sit on his lap.

"We could go watch movies! or or or we could eat out tonight? or maybe go shopping.. i badly need new things and then-" You rambled nonstop, genuinely missing this feeling.

Higuruma chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection while you started to list down all the things you wanted to do. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to his body. He listened intently to your ramblings, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He loved seeing you this excited, and he was all too eager to indulge you in everything you wanted to do.

"I also want to buy new furnitures and things for our home-" You continued,

"Woah, slow down, princess." He teased, gently ruffling your hair.

You smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"I'm very happy."

Higuruma chuckled softly as you began to ramble again, his arms still loosely wrapped around you. He was about to jokingly tell you to slow down, but your sudden kiss on his cheek caught him off guard. A warm sensation spread through his chest, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He smiled at your admission, his expression softer now. He caressed your cheek softly, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin.

"I'm glad. I want to make you happy."

"Could we get a puppy?" You asked reluctantly.

You can tell he was surprised by your sudden request and so you spoke again. "To keep me company when you're away." You explained, smiling at the thought again.

He raised an eyebrow at your request, not quite expecting the topic to turn to getting a puppy. He was still taken aback, but he tried to keep a neutral expression, not wanting to disappoint you.

When you added your reasoning, his heart sank a bit. He winced at the sadness in your voice, the subtle pang of guilt returning. He knew he had neglected you, and you were now resorting to getting a puppy for companionship.

He gave your waist a gentle squeeze, a conflicted expression on his face.

"A puppy, huh...?"

You nodded slowly, still smiling and hoping for him to agree.

A few seconds past and you were still waiting for his response. You frowned and slightly pouted at his quietness.

Higuruma noticed your pout and sighed, knowing you were waiting for his response. He was contemplating your request, unsure of how to feel about it. He wasn't entirely against the idea, but he still had reservations.

He ran a hand through his hair, thinking for a few more moments before finally speaking up.

"A puppy... it's a lot of responsibility, you know. Are you sure you're prepared for that?"

"If it means i'll feel less lonely" You smiled.

He could see the hopefulness in your smile, and his resistance faltered. He knew how lonely you'd been feeling while he was away, and the thought of you being alone in the house tugged at his heartstrings.

He sighed heavily, his expression softened,

"Alright... a puppy it is, then."

You shrieked excitedly hugging him and peppering his face with kisses and muttering thank you's and i love you's.

Higuruma chuckled and allowed you to cover his face with kisses and loving words. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you close to him. He could feel the excitement emanating off of you and it brought a smile to his face.

He ran his hand through your hair, his touch gentle and affectionate. He leaned his head closer to yours, his breath warm as he whispered

"Anything for you, my love."

"I want two.. no three ! actually i want 6 puppies!" You rambled on again, enjoying his deadpan expression as you increase the amount of puppies you want.

He chuckled again, shaking his head at your relentless enthusiasm. As you continued to ramble, the number of puppies you wanted kept increasing, and he couldn't help but be amused and slightly overwhelmed.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of amusement and resignation.

"Six puppies? Are you trying to start an army of pups?"

You shook your head laughing slightly,

"In all seriousness though, I want two puppies, hiroo" You whined and begged.

He chuckled softly at your pleading tone, unable to resist the pout on your face. He knew he was unable to say no to you when you gave him that look, but he pretended for a bit longer to keep things playful.

"Two is a lot, aren't you being a bit greedy?" Higuruma teased, his hand gently tracing shapes on your back.

You kissed him slowly and gently on the lips to persuade him, smiling against his lips.

Higuruma was surprised by your unexpected kiss, but he didn't protest. He allowed you to savor the moment, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of your lips on his. But as you pulled away and challenged him with that playful smile, he couldn't help but smirk. He chuckled lowly and pulled you closer, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. He gently nipped at your lower lip, his voice dropping to a lower tone.

Maybe he should do this more often.

"Two it is, love. You got your way."

[kaliforniahigh]

Oooh you got any Jolly Thots?

But it would've been fun. If you would've been the one - jolly karlsson.

Oh, yeah. I got them!! If anyone wants to send in their Jolly thots, my ask is open!

Warning: this is very angsty and there is no happy ending :( Also smut (p in v). Jolly is kind of a jackass in this, sorry.

WC: 1.4k

Jolly had you on your kness, back pressed against his chest as he pounded into you from behind. You could feel his breath on your neck, and the feeling of his hand pulling on your ponytail.

It was always like this. He'd call you, tell you he's feeling lonely and longing for you. You'd tell him to come over, only to have your heart broken over and over again.

When he had you like this, though, it was like the feeling of rejection didn't exist for a while.

"You love this, don't you? Me inside of you", he murmured in your ear, you only moaned in response. There was a time when you entertained his praises, but not anymore. Instead, you wished he'd just fuck and stay quiet.

He lets your hair go and you fall on your hands on the bed. His pace picks up and you can tell he's close by the way he's gripping your hips. He starts rubbing circles on your clit, and you're right there with him.

You hate the it feels so good, you hate the way he always seems to know what to do get make you fall apart for him. The way he hits all the right spots.

You wish he was as good with feelings as he is fucking you.

Seconds later, he's spilling inside the condom, with a grunt. And your shaking underneath him, knees giving out as lay sprawled on your bed.

You both take a few seconds to recover, and the part you dread the most is about to happen. Again.

You can hear him going into the bathroom, to discard the condom and wash his hands, you guess. You stay on the bed, now laying on your back and pulling the covers up to your chest.

There was also a time when you felt comfortable with him seeing you naked on the back after you finished. Now, you just felt kind of cheap. With how detached you've both become, the only thing missing was him slapping a couple of tens on your bedside table before leaving.

"Folio is having a party on Saturday. He says he wants to celebrate his new collaboration with TAMA", he tells you as he pulls his boxers on.

"Yeah, he told me", you responded with a detached tone to your voice. Watching him redress.

"You going?", he asked you.

"I'll see"

He only hummed in response. Grabbing his wallet and looking back at you.

"I'll see you on Saturday then. If you go", he opened the door of your bedroom.

"Yeah"

On Saturday, you found yourself knocking on the door to the boys' house. You pondered a lot over the week if you even wanted to go. But decided that your little situationship with Jolly shouldn't drift you apart from your other friends.

Besides, you were determined to ignore him tonight.

You guessed he wasn't there yet when you arrived, because you surveyed the place, but didn't find him. Good, you hope he wouldn't come, you wished to yourself, but knew that wouldn't be true, because he wouldn't miss celebrating his friend.

You were actually enjoying yourself and talking to people around you. You had a drink in your hand, but wanted to stay mostly sober for the night. Before, there was no problem with you getting drunk and spending the night at Jolly's room. Now, it just felt like you were overstaying your welcome.

Maybe an hour after you arrived, you could see two people entering the living room, when you looked in their direction, it was as if the whole world stopped spinning and the room became completely still.

There he was, dressed in all black, with a beautiful girl hanging on his arm.

You obviously knew he was fucking around with other girls, but he never actually brought them over to their house. Also, the fact that a few days ago, he was in your bed, fucking you, and now he was here, with a new girl, made your stomach twist.

Before he had the chance to come any closer to where you were standing, you turned around and made your way upstairs to the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you as you tried to calm your heartbeat that was pounding in your chest. You desperatly tried to think of an excuse to leave this party right now. You shouldn't have come in the first place.

After a couple of minutes, you decided to leave and then shoot Folio a text apologizing. You already had the chance to congratulate him, so that wouldn't look too bad.

Slipping out from the bathroom, you made your way through the living room with your head down, not wanting anyone to see you. Opening the front door, your stepped into the slight breeze blowing outside.

Taking a deep breath, you started to walk down the street to where your car was parked.

"Y/N", you heard a familiar voice behind you, but you didn't turn around, you didn't acknowledge him.

"Hey, where are you going?", he tried again, picking up his pace this time and walking beside you.

"I'm going home", you said, voice flat and devoid of any emotion. You tried to keep yourself in check, because you were sure if you stayed here any longer, you'd start crying like an idiot.

"Why? The party has just started".

Could he really not understand why you were leaving? Was he this dense? Instead of feeling sad, you were now feeling angry at his obliviousness.

"Are you fucking serious? Are you actually this stupid or do you just like to pretend that you are, so you don't have to own up to your mistakes?", the anger in your voice and fire in your eyes made him take a step back.

"Are you talking about?", he was wary now, but his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Do you actually consider me your friend or do you just keep me around because I'm an easy fuck?", you were becoming tired of him dodging your questions.

"You're not an easy fuck. Please don't say it like that", he tried to take a step closer to you, but you took a step back, and he stayed in his place.

"Oh no? But you text me everytime already knowing I'll tell you to come over. You take advantage of the fact that you know I'm emotionally attached to you", you crossed your arms over your chest to try and protect your heart that was already broken in a million pieces.

"It was never supposed to be like this", he told you, and you desperately wanted him to stop making excuses.

"But it is. Next thing I know, you're going to be paying me for my services from how much a cheap transaction this has become"

Jolly just stood there, his eyes were wide and you could tell they were a little glossy from the way the light from the streetlamp hit his face.

"I'm so fucking sorry, You gotta believe me when I say I never meant to make you feel this way", his voice trembled a bit towards the end of his sentence. You could see a little glimpse of the old Jolly you met years ago.

"I'm not sure I believe anything that comes out of your mouth anymore", you stood your ground this time.

"I'm so fucking sorry", he looked down as he apologized to you. He couldn't even do it looking at your fucking face.

"Me too", you said as you fished your car keys from your pocket. "I'm going to delete your number, and I never want to speak to you ever again", now it was time for your voice to tremble. You were not only endind whatever you two had, but you were ending a friendship of years that developed into something neither of you could control or deal with. "Tell the boys I'll stop coming around"

With this last sentence, you turned around and walked the rest of the way to your car, now letting the tears fall freely from your eyes.

You unlocked your car and gor in the driver's seat. You told youself you wound't look back, but you couldn't helo but take a peek on the rear view mirror.

You Jolly sitting on the curb, you could tell his shoulders were shaking, and that his hands were covering his face.

Too bad, he should've shown some emotion all those times you desperately needed him to. With a shaky, deep sigh, you turned on your car and drove away from the most important people in your life.

[xxsquiddkiddxx]

~John Bender x Reader (in the form of "headcanons")~

Relationship type: Mostly Platonic (breifly romantic), Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Content Warnings: Fem Y/N, Swearing, John being a lil bit of a douche.

(I took some inspiration from the outtakes of the movie... and if you've never watched them? You should. They're HILARIOUS.)

Y'all definitely met in detention. You were brought in for some stupid reason, like accidentally back-sassing a substitute teacher or something like that.

He first got your attention in detention (hehe I rhymed) by blabbering nonsense in a ridiculous tone, to the point of screaming "AHH" over and over. You end up slowly turning to tell him to shut up. His response?

"Take a photo, it'll last longer, sweets."

If you think he made fun of you.... You're 100% right. He RELENTLESSLY made fun of you. Like... that shit brought you to tears at one point.

He felt like an asshole afterwards though. After you're done crying and you ignore him for an hour or so, he did apologize... in the most John Bender like fashion: punching your shoulder lightly and mumbling a "sorry".

Near the end of detention, you two look at each other and pretty much tell one another that y'all would never be friends out of that library. It was pretty much a mutual agreement that you two would NEVER interact again, even if you had mutual friends.

Months later, you're invited to a party by Claire. She's been a friend of yours for a few years now, and she, and I quote, told you: "You need to get your ass out of the house and actually talk to people."

You didn't WANT to... but you did.

She gave you the location and the time, pretty much making it so you hs no choice but TO go to this stupid party. But eh, you'd probably chill for a few, then bounce.

You didn't get 20 steps in when- what do you know? Guess who was leaning against the wall, cigarette resting in his mouth as he fished around in his pocket for a lighter?

John-Fucking-Bender.

You try your best to stay out of his gaze. Staying at least 20 feet away from where he was. Pretty much hoping and praying to whatever God was out there that Bender didn't see you.

Yeah he saw you.

He surprisingly talked to you, mostly small talk. But then y'all talk more and more and more and suddenly you both are so deep in conversation that you hardly notice the lack of people around you two.

So maybe you two were able to be friends :)

When the next school day hit, a lot of people were shocked to see you two in the hallways together, laughing about a joke that he'd made.

A lot of people thought y'all were dating.

When I say "thought", I mean "they pretty much assumed and spread it around the whole school."

You had to fight dating allegations for MONTHS on end. It was always "No, we're not dating." "No, I don't have feelings for Bender."

Chat, you're a LIAR.

You were starting to have feelings, but you weren't gonna talk about it of course. Talking about FEELINGS? Fuckin weird, man.

The same was on his end. He wasn't gonna say NUTHIN. He literally was head over heels for you, but the day he admits that is the day he regurgitates a shoe and bakes it in the oven.

He confessed first... in an argument.

He started to distance himself a little bit from you. I mean, come on, John Bender? In a RELATIONSHIP? Get fuckin' real.

This goes on for about a month until you finally confront him about it. Like the premise of the whole argument was a span of:

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Cuz."

"Cuz why? Do you hate me or something?"

"Cuz."

Then y'all squabble more and more until he finally cracks and says he's avoiding you cuz he wants this stupid feeling to go away.

You have a heart-to-heart chat with one another and end up getting into a relationship.

You two agree to start slow, not really telling anyone and just staying friends to the public eye. Nothing too fast.

Yeah, that lasted like 2 hours.

It wasn't nessicarily John's fault. The dude trying to flirt with you just happened to have his face in the way of where John's fist wanted to be.

Take a wild guess who ended up in detention that Saturday?

Yep, he did.

A/N: I haven't actually written fanfiction in YEARS. The sad lack of John fanfiction made me finally come back XDDDDD It's dogwater and I wrote it in an Applebee's. Have this ig

~Squeed

[usedtobecooler]

isn't that so sad | steve harrington x eddie munson 1.9k

summary: steve struggles with his mental health and no longer being needed by his friends in the wake of vecna's defeat.

tw: 18+ minors dni, post season four, everybody lives. poor mental health and its direct impact, general sadness with a happy ending.

Steve feels himself begin to spiral once everything happens, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

After Vecna, the Upside Down, Dustin crying and begging for Steve's help. Dragging Eddie out with nothing more than determination and strength brought from the pits of his stomach.

He looked after everybody on autopilot, threw himself into protector mode and ran around like a mother hen to make sure everybody was safe, looked after and protected. Until one by one everybody got better and moved on, and the only people left who truly needed protection were Eddie and Max.

He spent almost all of his free time at Hawkins Memorial Hospital, at one of two bedsides as induced comas continued on. Took to sleeping in Eddie's room at nights whilst Wayne continued to work at the plant, because the Government hush money didn't go very far once medical bills were needing paid.

Hell, Steve was the only person there when Eddie awoke from his coma three months later, and knocked Steve off of his feet when Eddie grabbed for his hand and pleaded with him to just stay. Didn't want nurses or doctors or even his own fucking family to come in, he just wanted Steve.

New normal began soon after Eddie awoke, Steve's days that were once dreary and pointless were now filled with driving Eddie to therapy and rehab appointments, going grocery shopping for Wayne so he could sleep after his shifts. Checking in on Lucas as he prayed at Max's bedside, taking visits to Dustin and his mother, who had a habit of making enough dinner so that Steve could eat. Claudia knew Steve, knew he didn't look after himself, was too busy making sure everybody else was healthy and alive. So, she made sure he had the same courtesy, and he was forever thankful.

Things had routine, normalcy, until suddenly they didn't anymore. Eddie was back to (mostly) full health, school restarted so Steve didn't see the kids much unless they wanted a ride or a place to crash at the weekends — he wasn't needed anymore.

Robin left. Her parents hauled ass to the other side of the country, and she went, too. He couldn't lie to himself, say it didn't hurt, because it near enough fucking killed him. Broke his heart in two to watch his soulmate leave without a trace. She wrote often, called occasionally, but to not have her hand within grabbing distance when things got tough — well, that's something Steve would never come to terms with.

His parents never checked in, never asked about what happened in Hawkins, he doubted they knew much beyond the vague tellings that the news broadcasted. They sent money, they always did. But the house was empty, void. Steve longed for his mothers hugs, his fathers stern voice carrying through the halls. He hadn't wanted those things since he was fifteen and left on his own for the first time, but the loneliness crept in painfully quick, everything felt dark.

Steve still slept with the nail bat next to his bed. He'd seen this before, ever since the fateful night that he stepped in to help Jon and Nancy fight that fucking demogorgon. Just when they thought everything was over, something would happen. Whether that be Demodogs, Russians, Vecna. There was always something new to get them, and he could never rely on the fact that everything had gone quiet once they 'defeated' him.

He feels himself fading, but he's too proud to call and ask for anything. Blames it on the one too many knocks to the head, that's clearly what's causing this imbalance in his feelings. Doesn't want to call Nance and ask her how things are going at college, doesn't want to pester Dustin now that he's sixteen and old enough to drive, doesn't want to stop by Eddie's new government issued trailer for a smoke. He's far too sure he'd be considered more of a nuisance than company.

It's March. Spring Break, the one year anniversary. Steve can't remember the last time he ate, or showered, or left the position he curled up in on his mattress. The phone next to his bed rings on and off for days, and Steve chooses to leave it unanswered.

He didn't want pity calls.

He falls asleep finally, sometime after the second or third sunrise. Succumbing to exhaustion, heavy eyelids drooping shut, slipping into the first dreamless sleep he'd had since that fateful night in 1983.

"Harrington! Steve, Steve c'mon, wake up!"

A panicked voice rouses Steve. Firm, bony fingers shaking his bare shoulders as his bleary eyes struggle to open.

He's just so tired.

"Steve, man, please," the voice tries again, desperate and pleading. Steve's fuzzy head knows that voice, can make it out even in the state he's in, has heard it in his thoughts and his dreams for a year now.

"Eddie," Steve's voice is gruff, painfully dry, lips tacky from lack of saliva and fluids, "how... how'd you get in?"

Eddie barks out this fucking incredulous laugh, holds his hands up in defeat before slapping them down on his thighs dramatically, eyes wild and brows up behind his fringe, "I broke in, Steve! Nobody heard from you in four days. Four fucking days! I thought I was gonna come in here and you were gonna be— fuck!"

Steve tries to process what he's saying, feels this horrific pang of guilt in his chest when he realizes he's upset Eddie. He'd never even thought, not even for a second, that people would be worried he was dead.

"I'm sorry, m'sorry," Steve apologizes groggily, tries so hard to lift his heavy head from the pillow but fuck, if his neck won't allow it. He feels so useless, can't even find the fucking strength to pull himself up from his slumber. It's embarrassing, he's mortified.

"Hey, don't," Eddie scrambles, wraps ringed fingers around Steve's slender wrist, almost in a feeble attempt to pin him in place on the mattress, and Steve goes willingly, "you... you're not yourself, man. We should've known, I should've known. When you didn't answer the phone to Rob—"

"Robs called?" Steve winces, pained and choked. He doesn't want to fucking cry in front of Eddie Munson, not after everything. A missed phone call shouldn't be the hairline trigger.

"Yeah, Steve," Eddie sighs, the pad of his thumb running along the veins on the back of Steve's wrist soothingly, almost like he's trying absently to stop the freak out that he feels impending, "don't. Don't beat yourself up, okay? It's our faults, we didn't check in. I'm so fucking sorry, we all are. Things have just been—"

"Busy, I know." Steve sighs, still curled in a goddamn ball on his side, like he's frozen in place, held down and imprisoned by nothing but the weight of his own thoughts. He feels his eyes grow hot, teary, "Nobody needed me anymore."

There's a beat of silence, then Eddie rips the comforter off of Steve, exposing his body to the chilly air. Steve winces, half expects Eddie to try and haul his ass out of bed, give him the tough love his dad used to when he was given a telling off for something and would hide under the covers to cry.

Harrington men didn't cry.

But, Eddie Munson was always surprising Steve. Ever since that fateful day in that fucking boat house at Rick's, when the scrawny kid Tommy Hagan used to beat up for fun used his brute strength to pin Steve to a fucking wall.

He clambers into bed with Steve, Reeboks still on his feet, leather jacket on his shoulders, not a care in the damn world. Those wild curls fanning out over Steve's pillow as he lies down, face to face.

Steve's suddenly self conscious, knows he probably fucking reeks. Hasn't brushed his teeth or washed his hair in who knew how long, deodorant long worn off from the cold sweats he lay in. He cringes, embarrassment creeping up hot on his neck — he never wanted anybody to see him like this.

"When my old man used to come home drunk, my mom would lay in bed with me like this, gimme hugs and run her fingers through my hair til I fell asleep," Eddie explains, voice quiet as he shuffles in close to Steve, their knees knocking, "I was scared of him. She didn't want me to be alone. She died when I was six, then it was just me an' him, nothing to comfort me when he came home and yelled, blamed me for his loss on whatever card game they played that night."

Steve furrows his brows, chest tightening at Eddie's story. He doesn't understand why Eddie's telling him this, curses his stupid brain for being slow to tack on to what this all means, but he understands, to an extent. His own mom used to love him and comfort him, too, once upon a time.

She wasn't dead, but sometimes it felt like she was.

Steve doesn't realize he's crying until Eddie's eyes widen in shock, his gangly body flailing a little as he moves in closer to scoop Steve into his arms, pulling him into his torso. Steve's whole body freezes for a split second, goosebumps littering his skin at the feeling of Eddie's warm body basically engulfing his own fragile one.

"Fuck, sorry, man. Didn't mean to make you cry. Was just a stupid little story, my way of saying — fuck me," Eddie panics, struggles, stumbling over his own words as Steve sobs quietly into the soft material of his worn in shirt, "I get it. Feeling like you have to be on your own, and work it out on your own, because you've only had yourself for as long as you can remember. But you're not alone now, Steve. We're not alone."

Steve cries until his throat is raw and he's soaked through Eddie's shirt with his tears, tightly fisting the material because he won't allow himself to hug Eddie back. Eddie anchors him, buries a hand in his hair and strokes soothingly until Steve's doing nothing more than dryly hiccupping into his chest.

"I— I'm sorry," Steve apologises again, struggling to get the tiniest of words out past the hyperventilating, "I didn't— didn't want this t-to happen. Wanted to be — be strong for ev-everybody."

"Stop fuckin' fighting your feelings, Harrington. Let us look after you and love you. It's time somebody took care of you, you've done it for us for long enough." Eddie's stern but still soft, chin hooked atop Steve's head, "We can start slow, okay? I need you to drink some fluids, before you end up in the hospital."

Steve agrees tentatively. And it's not long before just drinking fluids turns to showering, eating a full meal, stepping outside in the daylight. Sleeping through the night, going to the movie theatre with the gang. Getting a new job, visiting Robin across the country.

Eddie's by his side through it all.

Steve falls hard but Eddie falls harder.

hurt my own feelings with this one my guys <;/3

[loveswrites]

Pumpkins Please Billy Loomis x Stu Marcher x reader

Pumpkins Please Billy x Reader x Stu

Word count: 1397

Time it Took me: 1 hours 30 mins

To my loves: It was so obvious that stu and billy would win for our celebration of 300 followers! I wrote it that same night so I've had it in my drafts for 6 days now. I was thinking if I should wait till the poll ended but we reached over 300 followers before it even did, So here you go loves! Enjoy! Thank you for the support. It makes me so happy you guys enjoy my writing as it is all I want to do in life.

Love <3

“I wanna carve a pumpkin.” You pouted.

“Why don’t we just crave someone up instead.” Billy smirked playing with the tip of his knife. 

“I already have the pumpkins at my house. You wanna carve em here or there?” Stu said dropping himself on the bed making you and Billy shake with the bed. 

“You didn’t tell me you bought pumpkins.” Billy said, narrowing his eyes at Stu.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” Stu laughed out.

“Yes.” You and Billy said in unison. 

Stu started to laugh but slowly stopped when he realized you and Billy were not joking. 

“I just thought I should have them at the house since you know it is halloween. You know our favorite holiday.” Stu said, looking in between you and Billy.

“It’s not my favorite holiday mine is-”

“Christmas.” The two boys groaned, making you smile.

“The moment September 1st came along you were running around here yelling out ‘It’s christmas!’” Billy mocked you but you could see the slight smile in his cheeks as he recalled the memory. 

“It’s a lovely holiday, what can I say?” You smiled rubbing your socks together. 

Billy stroked the sides of your waist with his knife sending a shiver down your spine. He did this often. To both you and Stu. Still would often get cut most of the time cause he'd always laugh or move too much. But you trusted Billy to never leave a mark on you and he never did. Never has. 

Billy had three favorite things. His knives. His girl. And his best friend.

“Do we have to go to school tomorrow?” You questioned as Stu rubbed your legs while he stared up at the ceiling.

“You wanna skip again? Something on your mind, pretty girl?” Stu questioned. 

“Is someone bothering you? I can handle that, you know.” Billy said with stern eyes as he watched you respond.

“No no none of that I’m fine and no ones bothering me. I just don’t want to go and talk to people you know?” You said, stressed by the thought of even being in that building. 

“When do your parents get back in town?” Billy asked, putting his knife on your nightstand after taking one last long drag against your skin that sent tingles throughout your body.

Your parents had left for a business trip so you invited your two boyfriends to keep you company because why not? They weren’t doing anything before you called anyways.

“Sometime next week. It might get extended depending on some things. They told me I could go with them as always but I wanted to stay.” You said snuggling into Billy’s side.

“I would’ve left. No school and a free trip as a replacement sounds fun right about now.” Stu said, making you smile knowing that he wouldn’t just leave. He’d make sure that you and Billy were able to come as well. No matter if he wanted to admit it or not Stu couldn’t live without Billy nor you. 

Looking up at Billy who had his eyes closed you know he couldn’t live without you or Stu also. He wouldn’t admit it but he shows his love in crazy ways. Rather that’s spray painting the sides of buildings to pulling pranks on literally anybody to actual crimes. Billy has killed for you and Stu. If someone hurt one of you two you either never saw them again or saw them in the news the next day. Same if it was reversed with Stu but Stu doesn’t really clean his tracks very well so it’s mostly just Billy. 

You wondered if loving them made you a bad person. You wondered if keeping their victims a secret made you a murder. You wondered if not feeling a drop of remorse made it seem like you have the knife in your hand. 

But at the end of the day you didn’t really care because at the end of these dark sad thoughts all you saw was Billy and Stu. The two crazy boys who were in love with you. The two boys who showed you the world and would kill anyone who got in the way of your happy fairytale. You just prayed that they wouldn’t be the one to ruin your love story. 

You woke up the next morning feeling relaxed and refreshed. This made you just up and check the time. 1:24 pm. Shit you thought I missed damn near all of school. Rubbing your eyes you noticed that your bed was empty. Where did they go? Getting out of your bed you walked downstairs. Hearing voices, you followed them to the kitchen.

“Dumbass! the butter goes first, did you not read the box?” Billy snapped hitting Stu in the back of his head with said box. 

“You didn’t say that!” Stu said, trying to defend himself as he wiped his cheek leaving some flour in its place making you smile. 

“Maybe if you looked at the box I wouldn’t have to say it!” Billy fussed back. Stu opened his mouth to say something but that's when you decided to make yourself known.

“So are you two gonna bicker all day or tell me what you're doing?” You questioned walking fully into the kitchen.

“Baking you some cookies. Again..” Stu said, making you frown your eyebrows.

“Again?” You questioned.

“Stu burned the first batch.” Billy said, rolling his eyes.

“I did not! They just cooked a little bit longer than the rest.” Stu finished.

“Burnt.” You and Billy said in unison. That was happening a lot more often than usual. 

“We just wanted to do something nice for you before you woke up.” Stu said sneezing all over the batter when he rubbed flour on his face.

“What the fuck Stu!” Billy yelled while you just turned your nose up at the fact that he just sneezed on the batter.

“It’s fine. I’m not hungry. Like at all. I just wanna carve pumpkins okay? That’s it.” You said shifting your eyes between Billy and Stu.

“I’ll go get the pumpkins then.” Stu said starting to move, making you and Billy scream out ‘No!’.

“No! I’ll do it,  just stay here.” Billy said, shaking his head as he walked past you but not before giving you your ‘morning kiss’.

“You keep touching me I’m gonna throw pumpkin guts all over you.” You yelled out. Stu’s elbow kept touching yours as he attempted to show you how to carve your pumpkin.

“I’m trying to help you! You're doing it all wrong, trust me I do pumpkins.” Stu stated as if he was some kind of Pumpkin master.

“You do pumpkins?” You laughed out, tightening the grip on the knife in your hand.

“Shut up if I did you’d be jealous of the pumpkin.” Stu said, rolling his eyes. 

“As if, Who wants to sleep with you?” You questioned going back to cutting your pumpkin.

“You!” Stu said laughing as if that was the funniest thing in the world.

“Only on holidays.. Billy gets Monday through friday.” You said poking your tongue out at Stu to which he leaned in and bit your tongue making you jump back squealing in surprise. 

“Good thing Halloween is coming up.” Stu grinned. 

“Billy, he bit me!” You pointed at Stu with the knife in your hand. Billy pointed down to your pumpkin that was hanging on for dear life. 

“You need help, you keep cutting it like that there's not gonna be any pumpkin left.” Billy said, smirking, making Stu laugh.

“Shut up, it's perfectly fine.” You said going back to cutting pieces of the pumpkin.

“As if.” Stu snickered, earning a handful of pumpkin guts to the face.

“Hey!” Stu yelled out. 

“That’s what you get your lucky I didn’t throw the whole pumpkin!” You yelled.

“What pumpkin?!” Stu yelled back making you gasp.

“Billy!” You yelled.

“God.” Billy said, holding his head in his hands still with the knife in his hand. All he could hear was you two fighting with each other

He was in for a long bumpy ride if he wanted to be with you two forever. But watching the two of the most important people in his life bicker made him realize that he would kill any bump in that road to make them happy.  

[royakahoshiart]

what’s your favourite dynamic in TBHK? between two or more characters, esp the mysteries, toilet gang, etc!

ACK!! Don't do this to me…

I often talk the romance in tbhk, but my favourite dynamic ever is obviously is between Teru and Kou.

I don't talk enough about how much i love them! everyday i think of their relationship AND I CANT SLEEP.

They make me soooo insane.

First of all, it's a true and loving bond between them like actual sibling. Im soo jealous because it's a relationship ill never have.

Second, its the minamotos c'mon they are so adorable.

The way Kou looks up to him, genuinely aspiring to be like him even right now despite all the contradictions they have with each other is so cute. And also the way Teru will do absolutely everything in his power to keep him and Tiara safe is so endearing to me.

There's a bonus where Kou asks him what he'd do if he turned into a zombie while watching a movie about them. Teru replied saying he would be one too and exterminate humanity together.

Kou said that, trying to figure out what Teru would do if he turned into something ot human like a supernatural, but Teru had a different reaction to what he will have when Kou asked him directly about a 'what if' being a supernatural.

In this one, he doesn't think much about it because it's zombies and they aren't a real thing, and also exposing his hatred for other people and how much he doesn't give a fuck about them. Meanwhile with the one in volume 15, he was speechless because supernaturals where what he was born and raised to fight against, plus the thing threatening his and his sibling's life every day.

The fight they had in the chapter 87 exposed so much. It was clear from the beginning that Teru didn't want Kou to be an exorcist, and the fight made it even more obvious saying it would be better for him to stay home away from danger. He kept Kou distanced from supernaturals and the exorcist life because he didn't want his little brother to turn out like him.

Kou is an open minded and lovable kid who has a lot of empathy for everyone. Even if he hates Tsukasa, in the red house he still wanted to protect him from the possible danger of the house.

Teru obviously knows Kou is open to changing his mind, that's why he always reminded him of how bad supernaturals were. Teru has a special hatred with them too because it ruined his whole childhood, he just wanted to be a normal kid. That's why he tried to keep Kou safe from all of it. And when he did give him a mission to exorcise the seven school mysteries he failed and made Teru believe even more that he was not fit for the job.

He's jealous of how much Kou had a better childhood. Sure, Kou also had it pretty bad being the sole way for the house to stay in order, but at least he doesn't have countless scars from risking his life. And that it good enough for Teru, Kou isn't getting hurt and it's a win.

BHSBSHB meanwhile Kou's perspective of Teru, he looks up to him a whole lot, and all this admiration comes from the fact that first of all he's his older brother and second that he's mostly considered the strongest between Teru's co-workers as we can see at the start of the chapter of the young exorcist arc.

I COULD SAY MORE BUT I'M SUPER BUSY TODAY I'M SORRY!!

i hope i understood the ask well sbsbs

[skibidi-masonnic]

Heres some BoButter headcannons that no one asked for ^___^

☆ Bojack ☆

He sleeps in super late, even during the week. I like to think that he took himself up on the job of teaching theater to prisoners, and spends his afternoons doing that :) he's recently gotten into musical theater and has become a bit of a nerd. He hates coffee now because of what happened to hollyhock so he tries new teas all the time. He hasn't done heavy drinking since prison, but he drinks some champagne here and there. He mostly just wants to stay home on his days off and likes to watch movies with PB.

He hasn't gotten back into the business and isn't planning to work anytime soon. He hasnt really gotten "recognized" in a while. No one really comes up to him saying, "Hey, aren't you the horse from Horsin' around?" anymore, at least not as much as they used to. A lot of people still don't like him because of the interview and everything he did, so he mostly hides from the public eye.

Him and Diane haven't spoken since PCs wedding, and once again, don't plan to. At least Diane doesn't. Bojack considers texting her alot but never goes through with it, he feels like he'd bother her.

Him and Hollyhock haven't spoken in a while either. While we never see what was written on the note, we can only assume it wasn't completely positive. I personally think it was basically saying, "i know what you did. I need space." So he hasnt called her in a while, but once again, he considers it a lot.

Bobutter wise, he thinks he's the "not interested" one, but he really just wants to cuddle up with PB all the time and watch movies. He denies it a lot, tho ^_^

♡ Mr. Peanutbutter ♡

He wakes up bright and early to make breakfast and is usually already done farrrrrr before BJ wakes up. He drinks protein drinks instead of coffee or tea, he's not a fan of caffeine, as he's already naturally energized!!! :3

He does small roles on TV shows and commercial work, but his main job is being a radio show host. He makes stupid jokes that he thinks people will laugh at, and he loves it.

He still likes to do the "BOJACK HORSEMAN?!! AND MR PEANUTBUTTER!!! IN THE SAME ROOM?!?! WHAT IS THIS A CROSSOVER EPISODE!!!!!" Some times when he gets home :3 He loves to annoy Bojack.

PB loves leaving the house to do stuff, and usually drags BJ along usually with puppydog eyes wich always gets him. PB honestly doesn't have much going on in his life.

Bobutter wise, He's very comforting. He knows that BJ is secretly a little love bug and doesn't pretend he isn't. He is always introducing BJ to super neishe shows/movies that he knew someone who knew someone who knew someone starred in or something TwT

anyways heres that gif again

[lucy90712]

request for jude plsss :) maybe jude taking reader to his training and make it fluffy

WC: 2.2k

Being in a long distance relationship is hard as you can't just spend time together whenever you want but it does mean that time spent together is extra special and always savoured. This is exactly what life is like for me and Jude. The two of us began dating when he was back in England one summer and before he left to go back to Germany we promised each other that we would really try to make long distance work and we have as two years later we are still together. Whenever we can we will see each other whether it's him coming over here when he has a few days off or me going to see him over breaks from uni. When I was applying to universities I looked at a few in Germany so that I could be closer to Jude but he told me not to move all the way out there just for him so I decided to stay in England to get my degree.

Now that my first year is officially over I have a good few months off and the first thing I did was book a plane ticket to go and see Jude. The idea is for us to spend the rest of the season in Germany and then head back home for the rest of the summer. My flight arrived late yesterday afternoon and since then Jude and I have done nothing but cuddle and enjoy each other's company. We talk at some point every day but we still spent hours catching up on things that had happened that we hadn't mentioned to each other. It was so nice to be alone together for once but sadly that can't last forever as Jude still has to go to training. 

In the many times I have been to visit Jude I have never been to one of his training sessions I have been to plenty of games but never to a training session. This morning Jude asked me if I wanted to go with him and before I could give him an answer he started begging me to go as he wanted to introduce me to his teammates properly for the first time. Of course I agreed to go but I can't lie I'm a bit nervous about it. I have met a few of Jude's teammates mostly the ones he is closest to but I have never had proper conversations with any of them so the thought of meeting all these people at once is a bit daunting. It's very obvious that Jude's teammates care for him which means they are going to judge me to see if they think I'm really right for Jude which is what's making me so nervous. 

Jude was so happy that I was coming to training with him that I decided to keep my nerves to myself and just get ready to go. By the time I was ready Jude had made breakfast for both of us which was only some porridge but honestly that's for the best otherwise he would've burnt the house down. After eating we had a bit of time until we needed to leave so Jude dragged me to the sofa and pulled me on top of him so that we could sit together. We watched some tiktoks together as he wanted to show me some funny tiktoks he'd see and then we ended up scrolling through his for you page which was so random as it had clips from tv shows, prank videos and then edits of him or other players. There was a few videos from one creator that he kept skipping through until I stopped him wanting to see what they were. Turns out they were all different date ideas some of which he'd saved for when we were finally together again which I thought was so cute.

The time we had disappeared in no time and before I knew it we needed to leave for training and I got all nervous again. I think Jude could tell I was nervous as he held my hand for the entire car journey and he even let me play my music which he always says he hates even though we like a few of the same songs. When we arrived there was fans waiting outside like there always is on game days hoping to see the players and get them to take pictures. I always hate this part as I don't like having people film me or take pictures of me as I like to keep myself off of social media as much as possible. As we arrived Jude drove in as quickly as he could and he told me to duck my head while he put his hand in front of my face to stop anyone getting pictures of me which I appreciated. 

By the time Jude had parked the car I was really starting to feel nervous especially when I saw a few of his teammates walking in as it dawned on me that I'd have to talk to all of them at once. Meeting new people always makes me anxious but I get worse when I have to meet a big group of people as it always just feels like there is so many eyes on me. I'm almost more nervous to meet Jude's teammates than I was to meet his parents as at least then I knew what I was getting myself into but now I have no idea what's going to happen. 

"You don't need to be so nervous babe I promise they will all love you" Jude said taking me out of the spiral I'd found myself in 

"Are you sure I mean we're so different what if they think we aren't right for each other" I said 

"They aren't going to think that remember opposites attract and I'm definitely very attracted to you" he said making me laugh 

After Jude's pep talk I felt a lot better so we went in together and he walked all the way to the pitch with me so I knew where to go before he went all the way back to change. I wasn't on my own for long as Jude came running back with a few of his teammates before beckoning me over. As I walked over more of the team came out and they all stood watching me walk towards them which made my cheeks heat up as it was really awkward having so many people stare at me. When I got close enough Jude put an arm around my waist and pulled me into his side to press a kiss on my cheek which made me blush more than I already was. 

"Guys this is my girlfriend y/n" Jude said 

"Hi it's nice to finally meet you guys" I said 

They all introduced themselves to me and gave me a hug which I wasn't expecting but it made me feel a lot more comfortable. They all asked some questions about me to get to know me better some of which I'm sure Jude will have told them but they still took an interest anyway. The more I spoke to them the more confident I was feeling so I let my guard down a little to show my real personality as I was holding back a bit to start with until I was feeling more comfortable. At some point I looked up at Jude who still had his arm around my waist and he had a big smile on his face which made me smile more too. As I turned back to continue talking to all the guys he leant down and kissed my head which made me blush like it does every time he kisses me in front of people. 

It wasn't long before the guys actually had to start training so I went and sat back down to watch them. As they trained I was thinking about how I'd never be able to do any of what they do I like to think I'm fit as I go to the gym when I can but I would never be able to train as hard as they do or run for 90 plus minutes in games. I also took the opportunity to watch Jude train and see the way his muscles flexed and how the sweat formed on his forehead making him look incredibly hot. Jude also took every chance he got to look over to me and smirk if he could tell I'd been staring or blow kisses my way. At one point we had a bit of a staring contest which I lost but it was because Jude was making me blush so much that I had to look away or else I think I would've died. 

Eventually all the guys were done with training so I made my way back over to Jude ready to go home and enjoy the rest of the day together. Completely out of nowhere he came running over and picked me up over his shoulder and brought me into the middle of the pitch where all the other guys were stood before putting me down. Despite putting me down he still had his arms tightly wrapped around my waist almost as if he was trying to stop me getting away from him. 

"You two do know we are stood right here right" Mats teased 

"You are so whipped man" Gio added 

"I am not" Jude defended 

"You definitely are we all saw the way you looked at y/n for the entirety of training and you can't keep your hands off her" Gio said 

"Ok fine maybe I am but at least I have the prettiest girlfriend" Jude said giving in knowing he wasn't going to win this argument 

The boys teased him for that even more before I managed to stop them by asking why we were stood in the middle of the pitch instead of going back in. Jude told me he wanted to put my football skills to the test which I absolutely didn't want to do but I couldn't get myself out of it as Jude wouldn't let me. The two of us have played with each other just in the garden a few times and I am yet to get more than a few meters before Jude gets the ball off of me so my skills are non existent. 

To begin with a few of the other guys stayed behind and we started simple by just passing the ball to each other which I got the hang of quickly. Jude then tried getting me to control the ball from in the air which was much harder but after a few tips I managed to do it a few times. The guys really put me through my paces in testing my dribbling, passing and footwork skills which were all mediocre at best but Jude was proud of me and cheering me on which made me feel good. Before allowing me to stop Jude wanted to see if I could score a penalty so of course he made the tallest player go into the goal and gave me the ball so I could set it up how I wanted. First he gave me some advice on how to hit the ball and the best places to aim for statically which didn't really help as I don't know if I can even kick the ball hard enough in the first place. 

Jude gave me one last good luck kiss before standing back to watch. For some reason I felt like I was actually in a penalty shootout and all of a sudden I wanted nothing more than to actually score despite knowing deep down the odds were stacked against me. I could hear Jude cheering my name as I took my run up and kicked the ball with my right foot thinking that was my better foot. Everything moved in slow motion as the ball headed towards the top corner of the goal and then hit the back of the net as it wasn't stopped on its way. In an instant Jude had ran over and started throwing me in the air before covering my face in kisses. 

"That was amazing she's better than you bro" Karim said 

"I don't know about that but thank you" I said 

"No I vote we get rid of Jude and have you join the team" Gio laughed 

"Hey don't disrespect your captain" Jude said 

"Maybe they have a point love I mean surely I can only get better with more practice right" I teased 

"Bringing you here was a mistake now you're on their side not mine" Jude joked 

"What can I say they believe in my abilities" I laughed not able to take myself seriously

We all joked a bit more until all the guys headed into the locker room to change although I could still hear them teasing Jude while I was stood outside. Eventually he came back out and took hold of my hand so we could walk back to the car together. Jude used the journey home to tell me that I had no need to be nervous and he was right all of his teammates were really nice and I fell like I could become good friends with some of them which I didn't expect when I got here this morning. Turns out going to training with Jude was a lot of fun and I might just have to do it again. 

[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

Fic preview

A preview of chapter 37 of Come Away, O Human Child

His new friend is a sprite he finds out, a few days after he helps it find the nest some others have built back in a patch of blackberry bushes a little ways away from his back yard. He’s not really sure how he feels about that—sprites aren’t supposed to be very friendly. That’s what he’s seen in cartoons and commercials and the safety lessons he has at school sometimes. Sprites are always mean and nasty in the TV shows, and the park ranger that came to his school at the beginning of the year to talk about lesser fae and magical creatures and how they should talk to them and treat them had a whole big lesson about sprites.

They’re dangerous. Not evil, Ranger Tammy was careful to say. But they don’t like humans very much—don’t even like other lesser fae and creatures that much—and they can play mean tricks on people. Sometimes they even steal people! Little kids, mostly, and he kind of got the feeling that the grownups all meant something else besides “steal” when they were talking about people who had disappeared when they messed around with sprites.

He'd been a little afraid when his new friend called itself a sprite, remembering how worried and angry the wisps had been when it first showed up. He’d stayed away from the woods behind their house, sticking to the front yard, playing with the wisps that always hung out in the trees on their street.

Wisps got bored quickly, though, no matter how much they liked him, and they couldn’t really talk to him. Same with the garden elves. The house across the street had a family of brownies that worked for them, but he hardly ever saw them outside. Maddie was so busy with school…she even had driving school, now! And his parents…

He’s lonely. Sometimes he feels like he’s always going to be lonely, no matter how many people are around him.

So when the sprite appears a few days after he first meets it, looking out at him from the bushes beside their driveway, he doesn’t go back inside. The wisps have lost interest in him for now, and there are no garden elves or other creatures around to talk to.

Ranger Tammy had said sprites weren’t evil…they were dangerous the same way a wild animal was dangerous. But this one hadn’t hurt him. None of the others in the nest he’d found had hurt him. Magical creatures always like him—even the ones that don’t have much to do with humans always like him.

He’s so lonely.

“Hi,” he says, looking around to see if anyone is watching him before crawling under the branches of the large bush, giggling when the leaves tickle his face.

The sprite hops backwards a few times, its wings flapping with a soft sound before settling in close to its back. It watches him without speaking, the ruby-red eyes glowing softly in the shadows. “Hello again,” it says, tapping its claws on the ground.

“Are you having a good time with your friends?” he asks, curling up to sit criss-cross-applesauce. The sprite tilts its head, frowning, before it flashes its teeth at him.

“Ah. Good time, yes. Letting me stay. It has been…a long time since I had a nest.”

“Oh. Didn’t your mom and dad have one?” He props his chin up in his hands, always curious about magical creatures and lesser fae.

The sprite snorts, a sound that might be a laugh hissing out between its teeth. “They did. Gone now. Cadre gone. Nest gone. For a long time. This cadre needs more members to grow strong. Convenient.” It looks off to the side, its wings drooping. “Nice,” it says softly.

“What’s a ca…dre?” he asks, stumbling over the new word. The sprite looks up at him, its tongue flicking out.

“Hmm. What we call ourselves when we are together. Used to be many. Hundreds. Thousands. Cadres are smaller now. Scattered.”

“Oh, like a family?” He perks up, thinking how nice it would be to have hundreds of people to come home to.

“Human word. But not wrong.” The sprite digs its claws into the dirt again, then takes a few slow hops toward him. It sniffs him, its wings flapping, and he almost wants to reach out and pet it. That would be really rude, though.

“Do you want to play with me?” he asks instead, hoping that the sprite actually wants to hang out for a little bit.

The sprite goes still, its tongue flicking out over its sharp, sharp teeth. “Play what?” it says in a curious voice, blinking up at him.

He shrugs. “I dunno…hide and seek?”

The sprite freezes again, before throwing its head back and letting out a wheezing laugh. “Hide and seek,” it repeats, its wings shaking. “Easy as that?” It takes a few more hops, backwards this time, and then narrows its glowing eyes at him. “Perhaps a trade…you hide. If I find, you answer a question.” It smiles at him again, that toothy grin that isn’t quite nice, but doesn’t make him feel scared. Still, he chews on his lip for a minute, thinking carefully.

It's not ever a good idea to trade anything with a creature or lesser fae. Most of them are perfectly safe, of course, but you can never be a hundred percent sure that you’re not dealing with one of the ones that want to trick you into giving away more than you think you are. He’s only six, but he knows that the right answer is ‘no, thank you, I don’t want to trade.’ But he also knows that most people don’t get along with creatures and lesser fae the way he does. He doesn’t really understand why, but he just knows, deep down in his bones, that magical creatures won’t ever hurt him.

“What kind of question?” he asks, still thinking.

The sprite’s sharp smile doesn’t fade. For a moment, it almost looks proud. “Would like to know you better. Your magic is very bright—would like to see how you use it. I will not harm you here, Evan Buckley. Give you my word.”

He is a lonely little boy, and he has never had to worry around a magical creature. It does not occur to him to question how the sprite knows his name, when names are so incredibly important in the world of magic. Nor does he notice the very specific phrasing in the sprite’s promise not to harm him. He grins at the sprite and scrambles out from under the bush.

“Count to twenty!” he shrieks and goes racing for the back yard.

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The sprite plays with him almost every day for weeks and weeks. Hide and seek, tag, I Spy…it even tries to kick a soccer ball around with him, though that doesn’t exactly end well. Eventually, some of the other sprites from the nest start joining in their games, mostly younger ones. Well. He thinks they’re younger than his friend. They’re smaller and their wings aren’t quite as veiny and covered in scars. They don’t really talk to him, but their smiles are a little nicer than his friend’s. It’s really nice, knowing that there’s going to be somebody waiting to play with him as soon as he gets home from school every day.

His friend keeps up their deal at first—every time it finds him, or tags him, or beats him at any of their other games, it asks him questions about himself. It really does seem to be curious about his magic—how he casts different spells, what he can do without a spell, how strong his magic is. It watches him perform all sorts of magic, and that is also nice. Mom and Dad mostly try to get him to hide how strong his magic is, and while Maddie never tells him to hide, she also doesn’t really encourage him to use it outside of the house. He likes having someone who wants to see everything he can do. Eventually, though, his friend seems to run out of questions, and for a few days he’s afraid the sprites will stop playing with him.

His friend keeps showing up, though, always waiting for him somewhere out of the way and hidden while he puts his backpack up in his room and wanders into the kitchen to find whatever snack Maddie has left for him. Sometimes the sprite has to stay away while he greets the wisps and other creatures that are never far from his house…the wisps especially do not like the sprites. He feels a little bad about it, actually, and wishes all of them could get along together. Still, it’s not like the wisps are staying away from him—and he has so much fun with the sprites.

Everything is going fine. He’s even thinking about asking the sprites if he can introduce Maddie to them. He thinks Maddie would like to see how many new friends he’s made, and a part of him kind of hopes that if she knows how much fun he has with them, she’d like to join in. Maddie has been so busy lately—driver’s ed, and drama club, and studying, and hanging out with her friends at school. She still has time for him. Maddie will always have time for him—he knows that the same way he knows that he’s always safe around magical creatures. It’s something he knows all the way down to his bones, knows it so well that it’s a part of him. He’ll always have Maddie. Just…he doesn’t have her as much as he used to.

He is trying to think of the best way to ask his friend if he can bring Maddie the next time they meet up when he hears a strange shrieking sound. He freezes, looking wildly around the woods. They’re unusually empty for this time of day—usually the wisps and elementals that live in the trees and bushes around their house are waiting for him to come out and play when he gets back from school. But he doesn’t even see any birds or butterflies. His heart starts to speed up as the air splits with another awful shriek, and the air grows thick with magic. He almost turns around and runs back to the house…but the sounds are coming from the direction of the sprites’ nest.

His friend said the nest was expecting a clutch of eggs to hatch any day now—almost twenty of them. He’s not really sure, but the way his friend talks he kind of thinks that babies don’t happen very often for sprites, and even when they do, there aren’t usually so many. His friend and the others have been really nervous for the past few days as the eggs get closer and closer to hatching. They won’t tell him exactly why, but his friend said hatching time could be dangerous for the nest.

He bites his lip and starts forward, picking his way through the bushes and branches, following the tiny path that leads to the big tangle of bramble and thorns that the sprites live in. The feel of magic in the air gets thicker and thicker, so much that he can almost taste it on his tongue, feel it sliding down his throat. It’s wilder magic than he’s used to, feels older somehow. When he breaks through to the clearing the sprites built their nest in, he gasps, his eyes going wide and round.

The sprite nest—usually dry and dead-looking—is lit up from inside. The bright glow of magic, the same deep red as the sprites’ eyes, makes it look like the nest is burning. It’s kind of pretty, but also kind of scary looking, and he freezes again, just staring. He doesn’t know quite how many sprites live in the nest, but it looks like most of them are whirling through the air around it. Small bursts of red fly from their hands every few seconds, raining down on the sprite nest and making it glow brighter. The shrieking is coming from inside the nest, wild yelps and shouts that sound like something is being attacked. Several of them are scattered on the ground around the nest, panting hard, their wings flapping weakly as they try to get back up.

It takes a moment, but some of the sprites finally notice him. A few dart towards him, making the same shrieking noise he can hear inside the nest, shooing him away before wheeling off to rejoin the cloud of sprites whipping through the air. He takes a few stumbling steps backwards, almost turns to run again, when his friend suddenly swoops down out of the sky to land on the ground in front of him.

“You shouldn’t be here! It’s dangerous!” it hisses, and he’s almost too scared to notice that it sounds different than it usually does—clearer, more like a person. All the sprites talk to him in short, broken sentences, kind of like the garden elves. He stares at his friend in shock.

“What’s happening?” he squeaks, his eyes flying back to the cloud of sprites as the shrieks get louder. His friend takes a few quick hops back towards the nest, its wings flapping.

“The eggs are hatching,” it mumbles, and he thinks it looks…worried. Maybe even scared. “The young ones feed on the cadre’s magic when they hatch. Makes them strong, helps them grow.” It takes a few more steps towards the nest, shaking its head. “Cadre’s too small for all the hatchlings. There should be others around to help.” Its wings slump down. “Too few nests in the area…no help, most of the hatchlings will die.” His friend sounds so sad as it speaks, and he can’t help but think of the times it’s talked about how things used to be for sprites—how big their “cadres” would get, how many nests would be spread all over the place.

The sprites have been so excited to have such a big clutch of eggs, but now he understands why they’ve been so nervous, too. It sounds like most of the baby sprites aren’t going to make it. He looks around as a few more sprites drop to the ground, now realizing they must be exhausted from trying to feed all the babies. He doesn’t know if sprites can get backlash shock or anything, but it looks like they’re wearing themselves out trying to help the eggs hatch.

His magic itches under his skin, a strange feeling shivering through him. Weirdly, he feels like someone is laughing at him. The way Maddie does when he says or does something she thinks is cute—so fond and warm that he doesn’t even mind that she’s laughing at him.

He can do it if he likes; it’s his choice.

He doesn’t know where the thought comes from…or why it suddenly feels like he has permission for something. But he finds himself taking a slow step towards his friend.

“Can I help?” he asks, shrinking back when his friend whirls around on him. He licks his lips and tries to make his voice sound tougher. More sure. “I want to help. I have lots of magic! I can…I think I can…” He holds his hand out, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to push his magic towards the nest, tries to make it into a ball of power like the sprites are all throwing. When he opens his eyes again, there’s a small, wavery orb of gold light floating over his palm. His friend stares at it with wide eyes.

“You would…share?” it asks, creeping closer to him. It sounds shocked, like it can’t even understand why he would say something like that. That makes him even sadder.

“Yeah,” he says, holding his hand out. He tries to concentrate really hard, tries to pull more magic into the little ball, make it bigger. Like it always does, his magic seems to realize what he wants to do and he feels a surge of power as the ball grows brighter. Stronger. His friend blinks, looking back between him and the nest a few times, as though it’s checking to see if they are being watched. Then it leaps up into the air, fluttering around him before landing on his shoulder.

“Yes. Yes…please,” it says, its claws digging into his shirt, its wings brushing against the side of his face. It makes a strange sound, almost like a bird call, and a bunch of the sprites in the air turn to look at them. “The nest,” his friend whispers. “Just guide your power to the nest—the others will do the rest.”

[belltrigger]

Submastober Day 27!

Inspiration: There's an older OC-tober prompt-list here that I am using.

Title: Summer is just Like That Prompt: Strange Word count: 1081 Synopsis: They were pretty normal, even as kids. But there was one thing Ingo can think about that might have been a bit strange.

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As far as Ingo was concerned, he and Emmet had a fairly average childhood. Sure, they were always together, but that was pretty normal for siblings, even more so for siblings that were close in age. Since they were twins, it obviously made the most sense of all.

They went on their first pokémon journey together. For most people, it was a solo venture, just a child and their pokémon partner, but no one could expect them to just go their separate ways for something so important! Going alone when they could go together made no sense. They had trained their partners together, and were in fact each other's best rival. If anyone could make sure they were making the most of the milestone journey, it would be each other.

They visited family just like other kids. Their parents believed strongly that they needed an excellent role model to succeed in adulthood, and so they made sure there were plenty of opportunities to engage with such people. Emmet and Ingo's favorite relative to visit hands down was definitely their uncle Drayden. Drayden was a strong pokémon trainer who was also in a position of great responsibility, and so he made the ideal mentor. They often visited in summer, which suited both of them just fine - Emmet loved to be outside hunting for new pokémon, and Ingo loved the air conditioning that their uncle's house had. The high-tech city of Opelucid was quite different from where they grew up, and Ingo thought it was partly responsible for their adaptation of intricate technology into the running of Gear Station.

If Ingo had to pick something that he thought might not be in the average person's childhood, he would probably say it was the summer that Emmet had blue eyes.

It was a particularly hot summer, and Ingo found himself struggling to stay outside alongside his twin as often. Some argued that Ingo wearing mostly black was the cause of his issue, but Emmet had a higher tolerance than everyone that summer. Even their uncle avoided excessive time outside when he could. On the more unbearable days, they would stay close to the house instead of exploring; when Ingo became overheated, he could head inside easily to recover and cool off. Emmet would still stay outside most of the day, close to the window so that they could talk. Sometimes, he could convince Emmet to come inside for a while, but most times they shared drinks and snacks through the window.

Most days went much like this. But one day, when Drayden came into the room to check on Ingo, Emmet had been at the window, passionately telling Ingo about an exceptional rock he had found. Drayden was always a calm and composed man, even in the face of their sometimes relentless questions and curiosities. But when Emmet chirped a “Hi Uncle!” at him through the window, Drayden placed his hands on the windowsill and asked Emmet, firmly, to come inside.

It was such a sudden request that Emmet, who usually listened to Drayden without fail, hesitated and his eyes flicked to Ingo. Ingo turned to look up at Drayden, searching their uncle's expression for any sort of meaning he could understand. Drayden was usually content to let them both come and go as they pleased as long as he could always get in touch with them. Emmet hadn't shown any signs of heat fatigue to Ingo, and he'd been watching him play all day. But, their uncle wouldn't have told Emmet to come inside so immediately if there wasn't a good reason, so Ingo nodded to Emmet.

It was clear that Emmet didn't understand what was going on either, but he sighed in acceptance. Usually, Emmet walked around the house to the front door, but this time, he hoisted himself up and scrabbled through the window. Tynamo, who'd been floating around Emmet the whole time outside, followed Emmet in, even dipping to the ground to match Emmet's path. Ingo laughed a little, glad that his twin was still showing such energy despite the oppressive heat outside. Once Emmet was inside, he clicked his heels together and saluted their uncle; Drayden didn't require any such action, but they both thought it was fun to do. They'd seen it a few times in the past, and adults seemed to respond well when they did it. Emmet said he felt cool when they did it; Ingo thought it was the utmost polite gesture.

Emmet smiled brighter when Drayden patted his head with a large, gloved hand and knelt down in front of him, placing his hands on Emmet's shoulders. Ingo peeked around their uncle's broad frame, trying to look over Emmet for any reason that would explain why he'd been brought inside so suddenly. For the most part, Emmet looked much as he always did.

Though, now that Emmet was no longer outside in the harshly bright light, Ingo could see more clearly what had drawn his uncle's attention. His twin's eyes were completely blue; you could still tell the iris apart from the whites of the eyes (which were now the … blues of his eyes?) but it was nonetheless a surprising sight. Ingo was shocked that he hadn't noticed it before, and wondered if his own eyes would become like that; they were identical twins after all! He couldn't bear it if Emmet's eyes changed and his didn't!

Drayden spent the rest of the day talking to Emmet, asking him questions about how he felt, and testing his vision. If anything, Emmet's eyesight seemed sharper than usual. Although Emmet clearly wanted to go back outside to play and practice battling, he was remarkably patient with all of the questions that Drayden asked him about. Luckily, their uncle let Ingo join them, and even got them ice cream to reward their good behavior. They would have behaved well for him anyhow, but they would never turn down free ice cream. Drayden laughed when Emmet told him so, and the tension left their uncle's shoulders a little bit.

By the end of the summer, the temperatures had returned to a more normal level, and the blue faded from Emmet's eyes. When they went home, Emmet bluntly told their parents that his eyes had been blue, but they just assumed he was being imaginative. Despite insisting on it, they never ended up believing him.

That was, until Ingo's eyes turned red during a particularly intense lightning storm.

[bunnyksj]

Parent!Tan - 0T7 HEADCANNONS

Summary: BTS take in a 10 year old kid, who's a bit of a menace but means well !!

Author’s Note: I LOST THE OG REQUEST BUT IT WAS ADORABLE !! for @elissasimp TYSM for the req (>w<) heres some headcanons on what i think their dynamic would be lool. SORRY IF IT TOOK A LITTLE WHILE : ( 

TAGS: PURE FLUFF !!!, JIN IS A MALEWIFE, jungkook and jimin being menaces, literally just a bunch of silliness, the kid uses she/her pronouns :3

Jin: 

-CAN I JUST SAY JIN IS 1000% GOING FULL MALEWIFE. He has the apron on, rushing around the kitchen, scrubbing the floors etc. He always checks in on the kid every once in a while. Lowkey would feel a little shocked at the kids' attitude, but wouldn't get angry, mostly just sighing, brushing it off. Always scolding the other members for their antics. 

“Jungkook, what did I say about lifting her? You dropped her on her head last time!” He snaps, his hand pushing his hair back away from his face. 

Just a few moments of peace and quiet was all he wanted. Not like that's ever been a thing in their house (not like he’d admit for being a huge contributor to that), but he wished it was. Who could blame him though? Cooking for 6 people, plus a whole child, isn't an easy job. He sighs, turning around to look back at the two, engaged in a serious playfight, a small smile creeping on his face. 

Yoongi: 

-I feel like at FIRST Yoongi would be distant, but not in the cold, heartless, edgy type of way, he's more scared of not being a good parental figure for her :(. Her slight attitude would totally throw him off at first, not exactly being totally confident he can take good care of her. AFTER GETTING TO KNOW HER THOUGH HE'D TOTALLY COME AROUND!! Watching movies with her, sitting her on his lap while he produces and even chasing her around with Jungkook. 

“You see?” He said. “This is how I do my work, fun right?” 

The kid rolls her eyes, a bored but playful smile on her face. 

“Can we do something fun now?” 

He laughs softly, a small smile appearing on his face. “Sure, what’d you want to do?” 

“There's this film I've been DYING to see.” 

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.” 

It wasn't what he was expecting, but hey, he can't say he didn't have fun. 

Hoseok:  

-I FEEL LIKE HOSEOK WOULD THINK HE’D BE SO GOOD, like “omg we’ll play games and have fun !! that's what kids like right ??” and then he’d be like “??” when he meets her, her snappy and sassy attitude takes him by surprise, lowkey confused on how to communicate with her right. BUT HE WOULDN'T GIVE UP, keeping his upbeat energy to help her feel alright !!

“Hey, Hey, Hey !!!” He calls out to her. 

She sighs, shaking her head. “What do you want, Hoseok.”

“Cmon, you've been sitting here for literally 3 days, aren't you tired of sitting at home all the time?”

“I..I guess.” 

He smiles widely, reaching out his hand. “Let's go then.” 

“Go where..” She responds, fighting back a smile. 

“Wherever you want, the mall, park, beach. Who cares? Let’s do something fun.” 

She thinks for a moment, before a small smile spreads across her face. 

“Alright.” 

Namjoon: 

-GENTLE GIANT. He’d have a responsible, overprotective father figure sort of vibe. Constantly nagging her to be careful, stay safe, making sure she’s eaten ect, earning an eye roll in return. CONSTANTLY THINKING AND WORRIED ABOUT HER. 

“Namjoon, put the phone down. You’ve called Hobi 5 times since we’ve been out.”

“You remember what happened last time we left him in charge of the kid?” He snaps back. “He nearly burnt down the whole goddamn apartment!” 

“Joon, we’re five minutes away from the apartment, what’s the worst that could happen.” Taehyung replies, tapping the steering wheel. “I’m sure everything is fine.” 

“They better be..” Namjoon grumbles. 

Jimin: 

-An absolute menace. Constantly going back and forth with the girl, they have fights and “insult” battles all the damn time. Giggling in between the playful banter. He is 100% the first one to want to get into all the gossip and shit talking, even starting most of it with her. 

Jimin sat at the table, giggling into his hands. They both sat at the kitchen table, talking about everything and anything, small smirks on their faces. 

“What the hell are you two on about now?” 

“How rank your cooking is Jin, leave us alone..” Jimin snaps back, earning a giggle from the seat beside him (and a shocked Jin). 

Taehyung:

-Taehyung is like Namjoon but way more relaxed LMAO. He’s always lingering around, staying out of her way, but making sure she's safe. Pulling up to every award ceremony, dance recital, sports game. He doesn't care. He had his phone out, recording every second of it. 

Taehyung sits only a few rows from the front, both hands on his phone, making sure he's recording everything. 

“Hey!” He says, leaning in closer to the person next to him. “You see the one just on the left, yeah. She’s mine.” He says proudly, the biggest grin spreading across his face. 

Jungkook: 

-Like Hobi, but cooler. He’s the one that everyone likes, the one that the kid would want to come pick her up from school. He gets a little carried away sometimes though 😭, carrying her around or chasing her. In return, he gets shoes and other various items thrown at him.  

“No.” Jungkook says firmly. 

“Please! Cmon, you have too.” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes. She asked to play one of her stupid little songs, like he would give in. 

He does. 

He pretends to be annoyed, softly humming the tune. By the end of the car ride, he's full on belting, hand bopping to the rhythm.

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[sweaterkittensahoy]

thinking about bucky who is used to taking care of everyone (because he loves it! he really does!) and then when he marries buck and marge they absolutely dote on him and spoil him rotten and it takes him awhile to adjust but he loves it (and them) sooooo much

[This was supposed to not be smutty but it went smutty. Not mad about it, and also fucking John is definitely a way to take care of him. Anyway. I hope you enjoy!]

It's late when John makes it home for leave. He's been up since before dawn to take one of his more nervous new pilots up for an unofficial training session, and then he'd gotten on the train, planning to nap. But there'd been too much noise, people in high spirits all around him, even when he switched cars. When he finally gets off the train, he's tired to his bones and staying upright mostly through force of will. 

Marge is waiting on the platform, neatly pressed in a light pink dress Bucky recognizes as one he sent her for her birthday. Her hair's up, and he desperately wants to bury his face in her neck and just hold her close. 

But not quite yet. 

"There you are!" she chirps and wraps him in a tight hug. He hugs her just as tight in return. Marge has made a point of always hugging him tight when she sees him. "I'll do a lot of things to keep things subtle, but I'm not missing the chance you hug you, John Egan," she'd scolded him once, years ago.

Bucky kisses her cheek as they pull away from each other, then makes a show of offering Marge his arm. She giggles and wraps both hands around his bicep, bumping against him. 

"Let's get your bag," she says. "I'm sure you'd like to get to the house and get to sleep."

"I look that bad?" Bucky asks.

"I know a little something about how tired pilots can look," Marge replies. "I married one, you know."

"Did you now?" Bucky loves the way she grins, always up to joke with him. "Did he beat me here?"

"Nope," Marge says as they step over to the baggage car. "Got delayed two whole days because of some sort of mix-up on base. I can show you his letter. He went into detail, but honestly, I refuse to remember any of it."

Bucky chuckles. "Not worth your time if your man isn't coming?"

Marge's gaze goes sharp and teasing for a single moment. "You know me so well, John," she says, and her nails dig into his arm for just a moment. "You know I always prefer my man to come on time."

Bucky is glad they're at the back of the crowd so no one can hear him sputter. "Marge!" he hisses.

She laughs and steps forward, looking for Bucky's duffel. He watches her move, catches the way she sways her hips then glances back at him with a knowing smirk on her mouth. 

"Found it!" Marge says. 

Bucky cuts into the crowd and picks up his duffel. "Lead the way," he says, and in the push and pull of the crowd, he manages a quick caress of Marge's hip. 

She's parked in the middle of the lot. Bucky puts his duffel in the trunk, and she holds up the keys. "Do you want to drive, or are you too tired?" she asks. 

Bucky yawns like he's trying to make a joke, but he really is just that tired. "You go ahead," he says. 

Marge glances around, then leans against him and stretches up on her toes. "Kiss me quick," she says. 

"We'll be home in fifteen minutes," Bucky replies, even as he glances around himself.

"I love when you're home," Marge murmurs.

Warmth laps through Bucky likes waves. He confirms one more time they're alone, then steals the kiss Marge wants to give him. She hums in pleasure, and he has to force himself to pull away. 

"Okay, come on," Marge says, turning on her heel, making her skirt flare. Bucky catches a glimpse of the backs of her thighs, and he wants to drop to his knees and bury his face in that spot, smell her inner thighs and kiss just above the lace tops he knows she prefers.

He gets into the car instead, and Marge starts it up and backs them out. The town is dark and quiet, and three blocks from the station, Marge reaches for his hand and pulls. Bucky scoots across the seat and sighs when Marge slips his hand between her legs, just above her knees. "You're trouble tonight," he says.

"I've missed you," Marge replies. "I always miss you."

"You've got a whole other fella," Bucky teases. 

Marge cuts him a look he can read even in the dark. "I've got two whole fellas I love, John. You know that." 

"I know," he says. He presses his lips into her hair. There's no one else on the road. "Sorry. I'm just tired. I've been up since four."

"Oh, you poor man," Marge says. She rubs her hand on his cheek, then puts it back on the steering wheel. "Let me take care of you a little," she says. "You can take a quick nap while I run you a bath, then you can have a good soak while I lay out your pajamas. I can make you a snack, too."

"You don't need to go through the trouble, sweetheart. I can handle it."

"I like taking care of you," Marge says as she takes the turn that'll take them out of town to the house. "Let me." 

Bucky wants to argue, but her hair smells like flowers, and her thigh is warm under his hand, and she's missed him so much she'd chanced a kiss in the parking lot. "Starting to think you might like me, Margie."

"I love you to absolute pieces, John," she replies. 

Buck closes his eyes as Marge turns into the drive and hums a little of Blue Skies. Marge sings a few bars as she parks the car and cuts the engine. 

"Come on," she says. "We're home."

Bucky lies down while Marge runs the bath, but he doesn't sleep. The rest is nice, though. Marge makes it nicer by coming in a few minutes before the bath is ready and lying with him, kissing his cheeks and his nose and his mouth. They're soft, easy kisses, and Bucky drinks them up. He misses her so much when he's gone, even more than he misses Buck sometimes. But it's easy to cross the state line and visit his old war buddy. It's harder to just show up on the doorstep of the respected Mr. and Mrs. Cleven without raising eyebrows.

"Come on," Marge says. "Get in the tub."

"Join me?" John asks. 

Marge grins. "Okay," she says. "But you get in first. I'll be there in a minute."

Bucky strips and walks into the bathroom. The water is wonderfully hot, and he sinks in with a happy sigh. When Marge walks in a few minutes later, she's wearing a silk robe, and Bucky stares in unabashed want at the way it frames her hips and waist and shows the lovely peaks of her nipples. 

She gives him a mischievous grin and reaches for the tie, slowly pulling it loose, then holding the sides of the robe together as she shimmies it off her shoulders. 

"Oh, you're killing me," Bucky groans. 

Marge laughs and throws the robe off, leaving it on the floor as she walks to the tub and steps in. She sits on Bucky's lap, facing him, and holds his head as she kisses him hard. 

Bucky gets his hands on her back, then trails his fingers up and down before cupping her ass and pressing her closer, trapping his half-hard cock between them. Marge scratches into his hair, and he gasps into her mouth. 

"That's it, sweetheart," she murmurs. "Let me welcome you home."

They go back to kissing, and Bucky slips a hand between them to drag his thumb up and down Marge's clit. She giggles and shivers and reaches down to hold his cock, rubbing her thumb around the flared edge of his cock head. 

"I haven't had anyone at home for a few months, John," she murmurs. "I hope you'll still fit."

"Jesus, Marge, your mouth," he says with a grunt, and Marge laughs as he grabs her hips and helps her stand. She rests one knee on the edge of the tub and bites her bottom lip when Bucky breathes against her cunt. Bucky lifts his head so he can kiss her slit, then drag his tongue just inside her folds. 

"Oh, John," Marge sighs. She has both hands on the wall, and she rolls her hips, grunting when Bucky's grip holds her in place. "Tease," she says. 

Bucky licks into her again, then trails his mouth up so he can suck her clit. She shivers and drops one hand to grab his hair. She doesn't try to direct him, just holds on. Bucky loves when she does that, just holds on so he can taste her. He presses his nose into her and sucks hard, then drops his jaw so he can drag his mouth closed with her cunt framing his lips. 

"Oh," Marge whimpers. "Oh. Oh." 

He licks and sucks and nuzzles, dragging one hand from her hip so he can slide a finger inside of her. She groans and slumps forward a little. Bucky pauses to make sure she's not going to fall, and then he slides in another finger just as he hums right on her clit. 

"JOHN!"

Bucky chuckles against her, and he rubs his face back and forth as he keeps pushing his fingers in and pulling them out, crooking them because he knows she loves the drag of it. 

"Oh, god. Oh, god. Let me. John. I'm gonna fall if you keep–"

He feels her knees start to bend and kisses her belly and ribs and chest as she sinks back into the water. She moves slowly enough he can keep his fingers inside of her as she sits. She clenches around him when they're eye to eye, and she nips his bottom lip as he rubs his thumb on her clit again. 

"I'm supposed to be taking care of you," she says. 

"You are," Bucky replies because it's true.

Marge grabs his wrist and pulls his fingers free. She takes his cock and pushes up on her knees. Bucky sucks her nipples as she angles his cock, then slowly starts to slide down into his lap. When she's firm against him, she clenches again, and Bucky groans loudly against her breast. 

"That's it," Marge says. "Just like that." She rocks back and forth, making tiny waves as she drives Bucky slowly crazy with the rhythm. He buries his face in her neck and drags his mouth along her shoulder as she grips his shoulders and starts to move a little faster, taking what she wants. 

"You're perfect," Bucky murmurs into her skin. "You're so beautiful."

Marge kisses him, tongue dragging slowly against his own. She dips a hand down and rubs her clit while Bucky grabs her ass in both hands and adds a bit more force to each thrust. Marge's breasts bounce in the water, and he pulls a nipple into his mouth, nibbling to make her squeak. 

Marge comes a few minutes later, gasping with a high-pitched noise as Bucky holds her still on his cock and thrusts up again and again until he comes too. She presses their foreheads together, and they breathe each other's air. 

They get out of the tub a few minutes later, and Marge pushes Bucky onto the closed lid of the toilet so she can wrap a towel around his shoulders and dry him all over. Bucky watches her as she pats his chest and feels so loved he aches. 

"How do you put up with us?" he asks Marge. "Me so tired when I get here, and that other fella running late?"

"It's easy," she says, draping the towel over his lap, then taking his head in her hands so she can kiss his forehead. "I love you," she says. "And I like taking care of you."

"Lucky me," Bucky says. He dries his legs while Marge gets herself toweled off. She's halfway back into her robe when they both hear the front door unlock. 

Bucky stands, immediately ready to defend, but then Buck's voice, tired but cheerful, carries through the house. "Marge? Bucky?" he calls. 

Marge runs from the bathroom, robe fluttering behind her. Bucky's on her heels, towel around his hips. He comes into the living room just in time to catch the stunned look on Buck's face as Marge flings herself into his arms, completely naked on her front. 

"You're here!" Marge shouts and kisses him, wrapping her legs around his waist as Buck gets his hands under her thighs and takes her weight. 

Bucky walks around Buck and closes the front door. "Thank goodness we live out of town," he says. 

Buck chuckles against Marge's mouth as John kisses the back of his neck, cupping Buck's hip in one hand. "I believe that was your idea, John," he says. 

"Well, I'm sometimes the brains of this operation," John replies. Buck turns his head, and they meet for a proper kiss as Marge pets Buck's hair and shoulders and nuzzles his cheek. 

"Seems I interrupted something," Buck says after another moment. He sets Marge on her feet, then traces his hands up and down her torso, drinking her in. "Can't say I mind."

"I'd hope not," Marge replies. She knots her robe loosely and takes Buck's hands. "We just finished, actually. I was just making sure our fella was taken care of."

"Oh, I'm sure you did great," Buck replies. He touches Marge's chin, then turns to John, looking him over. "You look exhausted," Buck says. 

"No worse than you," John says. Buck's face is bright with happiness, but John can see the fatigue in his eyes. "How the hell you'd get here so quick?"

"Unfucking the situation took a lot less time than we expected," Buck says. He reaches for Marge and tucks her under his arm. He reaches for Bucky and pulls him close, too. "My CO thinks I had some good incentive in wanting to come home."

"If I'd known you were so close, I could have been more patient before I took care of John," Marge says. 

Buck grins and kisses Marge on the top of the head. "Oh, honey, I doubt that. You've been looking forward to it too much."

"What?" Bucky asks as Marge and Buck laugh. 

"You always show up and immediately take care of us in some way or another," Marge says to Bucky. "Gale and I were going to try and beat you at your own game and take care of you first for once."

Bucky grins, loving the way they're both looking at him like they're quite pleased they'd had a plan. "Well, you definitely did your part, Mrs. Cleven," he says. "But I'll let Mr. Cleven get some rest before he shows me what he's got up his sleeve."

"Just my arms," Buck says, and wraps one against Bucky's waist, skimming his hand up and down Bucky's bare back. "If you two don't mind, I'm ready for bed."

"Me, too," Bucky says. "Marge made sure."

"I sure did," she agrees and tugs on Buck's hand to lead him to the bedroom. 

They fall asleep in a warm cuddle, Buck between Marge and Bucky, who both drape across him. When Bucky wakes up in the morning, Buck's kissing his lower belly and kneading his thighs while Marge sits up by the headboard and strokes Bucky's hair. 

"Well, good morning to me," Bucky murmurs. He turns his head, prepared to press his face between Marge's legs, but she's situated so he can't get his mouth on her. 

"Uh-uh," Marge says. "I told you last night, Gale and I had plans to take care of you first, so stay put and enjoy yourself."

"I'd enjoy myself more with my tongue inside you."

Buck bites hard on Bucky's hip, drawing his attention. "Down here, big boy," he says. "You can make Marge scream once I'm done with you."

"Oh, it's like that?" Bucky tries to roll his hips upward, but Buck presses his hands hard into Bucky's thighs, making movement impossible. Bucky grunts at his strength, going limp against the sheets without any more fight. "Okay, okay," he says. "I will accept this violent need to suck my dick."

"Jerk," Buck mutters, and Bucky's laugh is cut off as Buck lowers his head and licks Bucky from root to tip. He sucks the head of Bucky's cock into his mouth and pulls lightly on Bucky's balls. 

Bucky tips his head back, and Marge leans down, kissing him lightly as she slides her hands up and down his chest. She scrapes her nails on his nipples, and he twitches with pleasure. It's added to when Buck takes more of Bucky's cock into his mouth and drools down his shaft. 

"We just want to love you a little," Marge says, pressing her thumbs into the tendons on Bucky's neck. "Just want to take care of you like you always take care of us."

"I like taking care of you two," Bucky replies. He gasps when Buck sucks harder, then drags his mouth off Bucky with a loud, wet sound. He drops his head and sucks on Bucky's balls, jerking him as he slides his other hand over Bucky's belly.

"And we like taking care of you," Marge says.

Bucky groans as Buck's hand meets Marge's over his pec. They lace their fingers together, and Bucky raises one hand to lay over the top of theirs. "I know," he says. "I know," he repeats as Buck goes back to sucking his dick. He moans when Buck twists his hand up and down from his lips to the base of Bucky's cock. "Oh, god," he says. "Shit."

Marge kisses his forehead and his nose, then fits their mouths together again, swallowing down Bucky's swearing and moans as Buck sucks and strokes and makes a mess of Bucky's dick. 

"I'm–" Bucky grunts when Buck pulls back until only the head of Bucky's cock is in his mouth. He suckles hard, and Bucky comes in his mouth. Bucky flails and grabs Buck's shoulder. "Come here. I wanna–"

"Too late, John," Marge murmurs. "I took care of him in the bathroom before we climbed back into bed. You'll have to wait your turn."

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut. "You're mean, Marge. Why would you do this to me?"

"You love to tease us," she says. "And now you can spend the whole morning driving Gale wild."

"And what about you?"

"Took care of her first," Buck says, chuckling at John's broken moan. "So, you have to tease both of us."

"Was this part of your plan to take care of me?" he asks. "Set me up so I can make you both horny all day?"

"It's one of your favorite hobbies," Buck says.

Bucky laughs and cups Buck's cheek. Buck turns his head to kiss his palm. Marge drops another kiss on his forehead. "Can't argue with that," he says, and he pulls them both as close as he can for the sheer enjoyment of being able to.

[thatgoblin]

141 Boys with the team's Feral Reader Mascot

Price

Laswell says that she found you on a mission in a region where there legally isn't a country. You were alone and acted like a wild animal till she was able to earn your trust. From then on, you were always on base or with one of the 141 members.

John doesn't get why they need a mascot, but when Laswell tells him that she needs to find a place for you to live that'sbigger than her apartmentand under supervision, he begrudgingly says you can stay on base.

It takes him a bit of time to get used to you.

At first, he's stand offish and doesn't interact much. He prefers to watch and observe you till he can see what might set you off or calm you down.

John just wants to make sure he understands how you work instead of accidentally getting bit foe getting too close.

Yes, you bit a soldier who got too close, and John was actually impressed with your jaw strength. You held on for nearly 20 seconds while the soldier screamed and yanked and hit you.

Everyone learned distance was an ally when getting to know you.

When you spent more time with him, he's found you in his office, curiously sniffing around. Instead of yelling and getting aggressive, he let you wander before you squeezed yourself under his couch.

He often finds you under his desk after he comes back from a mission. You're holding a boot of his as you nap and he can't help but find it endearing.

Once you graduated from the boot, you went to sitting next to him while wearing his hat and watching him sign and read papers. You don't care for his drink choice or smoking, but the lingering smells are okay.

He hates saying it, but he's become so accustomed to you being around that he gets a bit sad if you're off somewhere else.

More than once you've fallen asleep with your head in his lap.

The first time he didn't know what to do and sat there too worried to move. The next time, he just kept stroking your hair and it felt like he'd always done that for you.

You've only been to his place off base and that was because you got out with the help of some soldiers who thought it was funny to harass the feral person while the 141 were gone.

John swore he'd never had a panic attack till then.

The team found you nearly five miles away, ironically near Price's house. You had wandered through swamp and bog and field and streets, leaving you sore and filthy.

It was just easier to get you into his place than get you back to base.

Just like with his office, you sniffed around curiously but didn't touch anything.

It's not often that John gives up his bed, but he did for you. Not that you stayed there.

Of course, you ended up on the couch with him, tucked under his arm as far as you could. John is safety to you. The whole team is, but John mostly.

He's never yelled at or hurt you, never daid anything to you in anger or frustration that he regreted. John is Safe. John is Home.

Soap

The man is just as feral as you are. It's like a pair of dumb dogs that have no instinct to survive got together and had you two.

Soap is always down to get into trouble and is the one to help you become more appropriate for going outside among other people. All because there's so much more fun to be had outside than just the base.

You regularly bite one another affectionately. Whether it's a hand, leg, arm, shoulder, neck, even ears, you've bit one another there.

When he first met you he told Simon 'It's like having a dog with thumbs!'

He thought it was amazing till he realized it meant you could open doors and steal things.

Or just touch people while they sleep.

It's him. He's people.

He woke up to you touching his face and hair once.

You stared at one another for a solid 10 seconds before he grumbled, 'I'm too tired to deal with this.' Then rolled over and went back to bed.

You steal his watches a lot. He's never on time anyways, so he doesn't get mad.

He's always that goody partner in crime.

Except for once when you didn't realize how dangerous something was.

Somehow, you got into the weaponry room. While you knew guns were dangerous, you didn't understand how they were dangerous.

So when he found you digging around in a box of unspent shells, about to open a crate of hand grenades, he didn't keep his cool.

Screaming for you to stop, you dropped bullets and the lid of the crate in fear.

Soap grabbed you and dragged you out of there in case something went off. He didn't mean to, but he'd hurt you by being so rough in his panic.

He'd scared you even more as he began to yell at you about staying out of places like that. You didn't understand, staring back at him with wide, fearful eyes.

The man felt awful as people gathered to see what was going on, giving you a moment to slip away and hide in Price's office.

It took three days of Soap moping outside his Captain's office for you to talk to him.

After a bit of talking and reassurances, ypu two were fine. Back to normal. Just no more touching things you shouldn't. Mostly.

Gaz

Gaz is the one who teaches you to read and write and speak in English. Mostly. You still have moments of frustration where you just growl and make incoherent noises.

He doesn't give up, though. It honestly is a miracle that you were able to learn anything. When he first started teaching, you refused to be near him until he gave you food. Then you were okay with him.

He doesn't get upset if you take longer to learn something. From what Laswell has told him, you were lucky to have all your teeth, let alone have the capacity to learn English after so long of not having any language, spoken or written, for possibly your whole life.

While some soldiers poke fun at you learning the basics at your age, Gaz always shuts them up. He doesn't let anyone talk down to you.

The man reminds you that it's not your fault and that you're doing great.

It's not often that he gets frustrated, but it's never yelling or him getting violent.

You tried to get help in reading a book that was a bit above where you had been with him last, but Gaz just came off a tough mission.

He was tired and you wanted to spend time with him.

So, you wanted to read the book to him. It started off great, but then you got to a word you had a hard time with.

Gaz was passed out in his bunk with snores, so you let him sleep, continuing to say the word incorrectly till you couldn't stand it and woke him up.

The man was confused and a bit miffed. He grumbled something about asking someone else and to stop bothering him.

You took it to mean 'stop bothering me for good.' So, you left and moped around in your own room. That was odd as you were always around someone.

When no one had seen you for a day or so, Gaz got worried. So, he went to look for you. Finding you in a nest your room, he asked why you were hiding.

You said you were just doing as he said and not bothering him. Gaz felt like he'd kicked a puppy and was very apologetic. He kept apologizing even after he explained everything.

That was how you conned him into getting you your favorite food with just a look. The man hates feeling bad, so there you are with a few more books and lego set because you gave him big eyes.

Price has had to speak with you about your weaponized gaze.

Ghost

The man barely interacts with you, but when he does, it's usually to deal with some chaos you've created.

He is the only person you are truly afraid of. Many think they know why, but they don't.

It's because he doesn't give you any lee way.

If he says he's going to sit on you if you don't stop touching things, he will sit on you in full gear. The man is nearly 300 lbs in his gear and silently squishes you.

At first it's annoying, but then it's hazardous to your health.

He once gave you cracked ribs when he told you to settle and you tried to climb him to get up higher.

Ghost doesn't let you get away with ANYTHING, but he also doesn't let anyone get away with mistreating you.

He will use his scary dog privilege to make sure you're safe.

The man doesn't talk much, but he will silently keep you in line.

From pulling you out of the ductwork at the base to forcing you to go to the on base eye doctor because holy shit how did you talk to a plant for half an hour thinking it was a soldier who was just very good at staying still and quiet, to putting you on a dog halter and leash to keep you from running off when outside.

Simon secretly likes the cuddles though.

Even Price has caught him giving you the few pets and side pats he would give a dog.

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[sea-creature-things]

Grimwalker Things

Chapter 1: Fangs

Alternative title: all the times Hunter could've told his friends he's a Grimwalker and then didn't.

Hi! I'm starting my first multi-chapter fanfic. It's basically a collection of Grimwalker headcanons. The stories take place in the human realm, in the time skip of Thanks to Them. The chapters are loosely connected and (mostly) wholesome. This first one is definitely light-hearted! :)

You can read here under the cut or on AO3. Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53015821/chapters/134123059

It's been only two weeks since the witches crash landed in the human realm. Luz had led them towards her house in the pouring rain, which didn't hurt them... It was a strange sensation. The human realm by itself was very strange. Willow had not expected that they would adapt so quickly.

Luz's mom had opened the door, getting the scare of her life. Her daughter had finally come home, but she was covered in wounds and bruises. On top of that, she'd bring 4 witches with her in the same condition. But Camila is a saint, she welcomed everyone into her home.

That night, Luz had introduced them to a basilisk named Vee. She had sought out refuge, just like them, months earlier. Then Camila and Vee had helped them patch up. They had explained everything that happened. But if she were honest, Willow had felt incredibly numb that night. She couldn't do much, Amity had been a much bigger help. Being able to explain most things very calmly.

Luz was assisting her, knowing exactly what her mom wouldn't understand. Hunter had been completely focused on Gus, sometimes looking around the room suspiciously. Willow remembered he looked smaller than normal, Gus too. His experience of the human realm was tainted, the one thing he had dreamed off for years was ruined. It was a horrible night, but at least now they were safe, warm and healthy. Well, getting there at least.

However, to Willow's personal surprise, they all got used to their new living arrangements very quickly. At the end of the first week, they had already established a routine. They had learned all sorts of human things. They even had a few fun outings. (Mainly to the grocery store, which Gus was over the moon about.) Hopes were high.

They also worked on a way back home. They were planning to get the portal door working again. Somehow. But before that they would have to clean the old house a bit. Fix it up. Though, they mainly tried to distract themselves.

One thing the squad did to keep their spirits up, was play games. Gus had even come up with one himself: Whoever made Hunter laugh would win. What would they win? Nothing really, the sound itself was prize enough.

Willow and Gus had noticed how he rarely ever laughed. The first time they heard his genuine laugh was 6 days into their stay. The sound was amazing and contagious. So, the Emerald duo made it their mission to hear it again.

Dark humor seemed to do surprisingly well. But so did puns, which wasn’t surprising at all. Flapjack was the current record holder, but he's totally cheating.

Through this game Willow realise something. Hunter would always cover his mouth when laughing. Then she noticed he'd do the same thing when he yawned. It was kind of cute, in a weird way. She thought he must just be insecure about his tooth gap.

One morning Hunter sat down in the living room where everyone else had already gathered. The morning-people were watching tv, while the not-morning-people were grumpily trying to wake up.

He spotted Willow on the couch, so he sat down next to her. She was one of the grumpy ones. Sprawled out lazily, her feet far away, her arms slack and her spine looking miserable. Hunter didn't want to say anything about posture though. Not again.

It was Sunday. Miss Camila didn't have to work, so she slept in. Breakfast would be approximately an hour and a half later than normal. But Hunter still woke up at six.

He told the others it was just habits. Which was technically true, but he really wanted to do chores while everyone else was sleeping. That way he wouldn't have to 'have a talk' about it.

This morning, he had tidied the living room, swept the floors, cleaned the downstairs bathroom, and set the table. Breakfast was still half an hour away. The other kids had slowly been waking up and trickled into the living room. Hunter then made coffee before joining them.

He put his coffee mug down on the little table in front. Avoiding Vee who was sprawled out, similarly to Willow, next to (and over) the table. She was also one of the grumpy ones. Gus was in front of the table, looking at the tv with wide eyes. Absentmindedly trying to find the straw of his orange juice with his tongue, and failing.

"Morning." Willow's drowsy voice came from beside him. She lazily turned towards him and smiled sweetly, closing her eyes like she would fall asleep again.

"Good morning." Hunter said a lot more cheery. He couldn't help but smile at her antics. He felt his cheeks getting hot, which had become a regular occurrence lately. It was very strange for him.

"You're a big fan of coffee huh?" Willow said with a tired smile. Trying to come up with a pun to make him laugh. But she couldn't thing of anything, it was too early! So, Flapjack would retain his leaderboard position. For now.

“Yup! I love me some dirty bean water in the morning.” Hunter grinned with an eye on Luz, who was cuddled up with Amity on the big chair. Both of them were morning people, but still slow and tired.

Luz cringed loudly at his sentence, like he had hoped, and Hunter smile grew even wide.

"Ugh! Whyyyyy!" She whined.

“HA!” He laughed like this was his personal victory. Some of that Golden Guard snarkiness shining through.

Willow noticed something in that moment. His mouth was wide open and his tooth gap was in full display, but there was something else…

His incisors were sharp. Like really sharp. Like really, really sharp. Like Eda-sharp.

“Whoa! Hunter, do you have fangs?”

Gus spit out his orange juice. Hunter immediately covered his mouth and looked at Willow bewildered.

“No.” His voice was muffled.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Amity was now wide awake, trying to look into his mouth from where she sat.

“What?! Let me see!” Luz raced over to the couch.

“No! I don’t have-“

“Come on~ show them to us!” Willow was now extremely close to his face. He tried to back away but Luz was on the other side.

“Y-Yeah Hunter, show us!” Gus looked just as excited, but his voice wasn’t like the others. There was a trace of… something in there. Whatever it was didn't stop him from joining Luz's side.

“Fang twinsies!!” Vee gasped loudly. She had apparently also woken up, turning around as fast as demon-ly possible.

Suddenly Hunter was surrounded by everyone trying to look into his mouth. It all happened so fast, it felt like switch had flipped. Everyone was wide awake now, the room was full of energy. He was stammering and trying to find anywhere to focus on. But everywhere were eyes, and expecting smiles. He blinked rapidly and felt his breathing getting a little irregular.

“I don’t have fangs!!” He yelled and jumped over the back of the couch. Running to the basement. He felt incredibly embarrassed. His face probably reflected that too, looking like a blond tomato. All he wanted to do was run and hide.

Upstairs all the kids saw their oldest run for his life. Wide eyes and gaping mouths. Most of them too stunned to speak.

"He totally has fangs." Amity smirks.

"Amity!" Willow slaps her shoulder lightly. Guilt was already clawing at her heart.

"What?" The pink haired witch didn't seem to understand it yet. "You're the one who brought it up."

Willow pouted. This was not helping her rising feelings. Gus patted her head, he understood. Luz did the same with Amity to calm her down. It worked like a charm, it always did.

"I think we messed up there." Luz laughed nervously. Willow nodded, looking at the hallway.

"Yeah... we kinda swarmed him." Vee said with the same expression. "I mean, he jumped over the couch."

"Oh..." It finally clicked in Amity's head. "Right. You're right. We should go apologise."

"Or at least check up on him first?" Gus offered. "Should we all go?"

"I'll go." Luz said as she stood up. "He's probably fine, we just embarrassed him."

The room filled with a few 'yeah's and 'totally's as she walked out. Vee began to joke with Amity about the incredible leap they witnessed. Gus assured Willow the whole thing wasn't that bad.

"So... what did they look like?"

"Gus!"

"I didn't get to see 'em!"

Luz descended the stairs. She found Hunter sitting crosslegged on his makeshift bed. He was holding Flapjack on one hand and scratching him under the chin with the other. The bird and his owner were laughing and cooing at each other. The little palisman had clearly calmed him down successfully.

"Hey buddy." Luz called out when she got to the bottom of the stairs. He didn't startle, so she figured he'd already heard her come down. Hunter didn't turn towards her though.

"Hey..." He kept his attention on Flap. His ears turning a soft pink again.

"We kinda overwhelmed you there, huh?" She asked coming closer to him. This time he turned his head to her direction and nodded. Maybe he was still a little affected.

"I'm sorry about that." She offered. "We all are."

"No, no, it's okay!" Hunter finally said. "I'm sorry."

"What?" Luz sat down next to him, hugging her knees. The human gave Flapjack some scritches too. "Why are you sorry?"

Hunter didn't say anything for a while. He just looked around the room for a bit. And continued to pet Flap, who then chirped at him.

"I don't know." He admitted softly.

"Is it a Grimwalker thing?" Luz whispered. She was just as paranoid as Hunter that someone would somehow hear them, anytime they talked about it.

"Probably." Hunter sighed. Luz bumped her shoulder against his and he returned the gesture with a smile.

He really didn't want to talk about this, but he had no choice right now. Flapjack chirped some soft reassurance. He hopped from his hands to Luz's knee, cuddling against her face. Then he settled in his witch's hair.

"Can you help me with a story for the others?" Hunter asked her. Luz looked at him surprised, then became excited. That was a rare sight lately.

"Of course!" She sprang up. "What if, after years of gruelling training, your teeth adapted to an aggressive lifestyle?"

"Uh-"

"OR, or! What if, you sharpened them to make yourself look more menacing?" She held her hands like claws in front of her. Hunter laughed and stood up next to her.

"I was thinking something a little simpler?"

"Oh..." Luz smiled awkwardly. "They can't be fake, you can't take them out."

"Mmmh." Hunter ruffled her hair. "Got any more creative ideas?"

"Ah stop that!" Luz swatted at his hands. He could even see a little sparkle in her eyes now. "Okay. What if, you have them instead of a bilesac?"

Hunter tilted his head at her, encouraging her to continue.

"Like, you don't have organic magic, but you do have other traits. Like fangs!" she said it like it was an amazing accomplishment.

"That could work... maybe." Hunter held his chin and thought about it.

"Yeah! And-"

"Kids! Breakfast is ready!" Camila's voice came from the top of the stairs.

"We're coming mom!" Luz shouted back. Completely forgetting the sentence she was just about to say.

"We'll just have to go with it." Hunter looked at her worried. She touched his shoulder with a sweet smile.

"Don't worry Hunter." She said reassuringly. "It'll be okay."

Hunter sighed, throwing the tension from his shoulders. He ruffled her hair again. Then she barrelled into him for a hug. It felt weird at first, he still wasn't used to this. But he soon relaxed and it actually felt rather nice. Luz squeezed tight before letting go, and let him towards the kitchen with Flap flying in between them.

The duo stood in the doorway and everyone turned to them. The room was filled with apprehension and awkwardness.

"What happened?" Camila looked between them. Vee and the witches had helped her make a big Sunday breakfast. With waffles, eggs and a tiny bit of bacon. Yes, it was more expensive then simple toast, but this was important to her. And to these poor kids.

Luz slapped Hunter's back hard. The tension that had climbed back onto his shoulders fell off again.

"We overwhelmed Hunter a little, but he's okay." She said cheery.

The room relaxed, relief on everyone's face.

Luz walked over to her mom to help her with the last waffles. Explaining everything in whispers.

Hunter followed a few steps so he'd be insides the kitchen. Gus bounced to him and they did their secret handshake. It was his way of checking if his buddy was actually okay. Gus lit up afterwards. Then he punched him awkwardly in the shoulder.

"Sorry for swarming you back there."

Amity, Vee and Willow chimed in with 'yeah's and 'sorry's of their own.

"Nah it's okay." Hunter punched him the same way back. "I was just a little embarrassed about the... well, t-the uh... you know."

He gestured to his mouth, blushing a little. He refused to say fangs.

"Can I see them?" Gus pumped his fists, looking up with stars in his eyes.

"I wanna see them too!" Vee climbed over the kitchen island and joined Gus's side with the same pose.

"Wait wait wait! Me too!" Luz ran over to make the duo a trio.

Hunter looked at each of their excited faces bewildered. He couldn't believe this. Amity sighed with her hand pinching between her eyes. Willow shook her head, looking amused.

"They don't learn, do they?" She whispered to her friend.

Hunter wasn't completely surrounded, so the urge to escape was less strong. But still!

"Pleeeeaaaase?" The trio pleaded. Three sets of puppy-eyes staring at him.

Hunter looked at the girls for help. But he was met with smirks. He would not be rescued today. He sighed and scrunched his nose. Looked down at their stupid little faces one more time. Then pulled his upper lip in a way that they could see his teeth.

Luz and Gus squealed. Making his embarrassment ten times worse.

"Fang twinsies!" Vee gasped again.

"They're not fangs." He muttered stubbornly.

"Alright kids, settle down." Camila called, secretly also curious about theses supposed fangs. "Breakfast is served."

Hunter couldn't be more grateful about the save. And the table full of delicious food. They all quickly took their seats and happily devoured everything.

Breakfast was peaceful and fun. Afterwards Amity raised her hand.

"Can I ask now?"

"Sure." Hunter sighed

"Why do you have fangs?" Everyone was curious, but Amity was a girl who needed answers. Hunter appreciated that about her... most of the time.

He looked at Luz for support, who gave him discrete thumbs up. But now all eyes were on him and he's never been good at lying.

"It-it's because um... I'm only half a witch." He laughed awkwardly. "Can't draw spell circles, but I get sharp teeth!"

"Don't call yourself that." Willow scrunched her nose.

"Ah no. I didn't mean it like that, I'm just..." Hunter pleaded inwardly with the Titan to make him better at improv. "I'm different in those things. Just those two things."

Luz tried not to facepalm. Hunter wasn't doing great. Vee looked at her sister knowingly, who sent her a begging look. Discretely of course.

"That makes sense." The little basilisk offered, like a guardian angel. She was way better at lying.

"Yeah, it's very interesting." Amity looked convinced.

"Don't worry bro." Gus patted his shoulder. "We love you just the way you are."

"Uh thanks." Hunter laughed awkwardly again. Finally able to breath once more.

"Just don't call yourself that again." Willow said, her voice sweet but threatening. Hunter nodded fiercely.

"Yes. I mean no! Um, I promise."

A few mornings later when Hunter entered the kitchen, Luz ran over.

“Show me them fangs!”

Hunter looked away, not really wanting to comply. It was just them and Camila. The rest wasn't awake yet, but they'd be here soon.

“Show. Me. Them. Fangs!”

Luz punched his stomach with every word. Not hard or anything, it felt more like tickling. Hunter was glad that she seemed to love his teeth so much. But he refused to admit he had fangs. It made him feel weird.

“Come on! Please!!”

Apparently fangs were a big deal to her. Willow seemed to be impressed with them as well, Amity didn't really care and Vee was happy. Gus was just happy he had something to tease him about.

Hunter was glad that the gang hadn’t asked too many questions. They'd accepted his lame excuse very easily.

“Fiiiiiine.” He sighed, raised his upper lip and opened his mouth.

“Yehes!”

He was never living this down.

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Hi! Thanks for reading! I had a lot of fun planning and writing this. I want to post the second chapter on Friday next week. It's about the very popular Grimwalker headcanon surrounding Palisman. I'm very excited :))