#his dad dressing up to try to keep his son from being mad is so funny. what a relationship

[llycaons]

xfn was actually pretty funny when he said ‘the people trying to kill me aren’t any of my business’ and then when the first thing he did when reuniting with his father, the feared general, was to throw a shoe at him and then yell at him in front of all their servants

[teapartyprincess4two]

Parenthood- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Mom!reader x Dad!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of Y/n, established relationship, I didn’t name the children but Matt has a son and a daughter in this 👍🏻

summary: head cannons of dad!Matt.

Parenthood- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

—

☆SFW

From the moment Matt met you, he knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children. Both of your children were received with so much love and joy, but Matt still had to learn how to navigate being a boy dad and a girl dad.

☆ Your firstborn is a boy and Matt can’t contain the excitement he feels when he first finds out.

☆ He’s overprotective of you throughout the entire pregnancy, ready to take care of your every need.

☆ Your son is hyper, rambunctious, curious and a force to be reckoned with. He barges into the room with so much energy balled up into his small figure that he’s bouncing off the walls.

☆ When your daughter is born, she’s the complete opposite of your son. She’s calm, quiet, and docile.

☆ It takes Matt some time to adjust to having a baby girl, but as soon as he gets in the groove of it he can’t remember what life was like before having a daughter.

☆ Matt’s playing soccer outside with your son, playing pirates, boxing, and building elaborate Lego sets with him.

☆ “No dad! We’re pirates! We have to steal all the gold!” your son explains, adjusting his make-shift eyepatch.

☆ “I thought we were ninjas?!” Matt’s out of breath, running after a fast toddler was extremely tiring.

☆ “No! We just beat the ninjas! They tried sneaking onto the ship, remember?” Your son’s imagination was too fast for Matt to keep up with.

☆ “Argh matey,” Matt replies, ready to continue with the game.

☆ But when your daughter wants attention he’s playing dress up, attending a tea party, getting his nails and makeup done, and talking to all her stuffed animals.

☆ “Daddy Miss Twinkle is mad at you for eating her cookies!” your daughter whispers, almost like she’s gossiping.

☆ Matt has lost track over which stuffed animal is which, but he’s assuming Miss Twinkle is the unicorn across from him.

☆ “I’m sorry Miss Twinkle,” he apologizes, shaking the toy’s hand.

☆ “Dad that was Lady Unicorn. Miss Twinkle is the teddy bear in the pink dress,” your daughter slaps her forehead. “Oops,” he laughs, taking a fake sip of tea.

☆ Matt has learned to be silly, fatherhood softening him and allowing him to abandon all embarrassment.

☆ “What are you wearing?” you laugh, Matt’s serious face adding to the comedy of the situation.

☆ He’s fully decked out in a pizza costume, trying to make your children laugh. “I’m a piece of pizza,” he replies goofily, putting on his best Italian accent.

☆ “You’re so silly daddy,” your son giggles. In his eyes, Matt is the funniest person on the planet.

☆ Your daughter is not as amused, but she smiles nonetheless.

☆ Matt loves doing domestic things with his little family. He’ll randomly pull out a baking sheet, all the ingredients to make cookies, and throw on an apron.

☆ “You’re doing so good, baby,” he coos, watching as your daughter throws an entire, uncracked egg into the mixing bowl. He wasn’t going to use that batch, but the words of encouragement have her smiling.

☆ Children fight all the time, especially when they’re siblings, and your kids are no exception. The year age gap doesn’t help either, so you’ll often find your kids bickering over the smallest things.

☆ “It’s not your turn to play, though!” your son attempts to reason, yanking the controller out of his sisters hands.

☆ “You played all day bozo!” she replies, sticking her tongue out at him.

☆ Matt hears the fight from his room, reluctantly getting up from his comfortable spot on his bed and walking over to where his children are.

☆ “What’s going on?” he asks, arms crossed and a displeased look etched on his face.

☆ “She’s being so annoying, dad!” your son exclaims, and before Matt knows it his kids are pushing, slapping, and punching each other.

☆ “HEY! BEHAVE!” Matt pulls them off of each other, scolding them both without favoritism. He goes on to lecture them about the importance of siblings and doesn’t leave until they hug and make up.

☆ Matt’s entire camera roll is filled with videos and pictures of his kids. Kindergarten ceremonies, family vacations, first haircuts, candid photos; all of it is being documented by Matt at all times.

☆ If he’s ever away from home for a long time, he’s scrolling through his gallery and reminiscing on all his memories with his babies.

☆ Your son is obsessed with video games, something that he and Matt bond over. And although your daughter isn’t as invested, she’s still really good at them.

☆ Mortal Kombat is a game they all play and enjoy together.

☆ “Move over and watch the queen play,” your daughter jokes, taking the controller from Matt after watching him lose time and time again to her brother.

☆ “Yeah, you wish you could beat me,” your son scoffs, readying up for another round.

☆ Your daughter chooses a girly character, which has your son rolling his eyes, but as soon as the round begins he can’t get a single hit in.

☆ Matt is in shock at her level of expertise, she was using combos he didn’t even know about.

☆ “Okay my turn against you, babygirl,” Matt takes the controller from his son, ready to play all night long if he has to.

☆ Having teenagers is hard and tiring, Matt feels like he ages 10 years in just one day with the amount of stress his kids cause him.

☆ Your daughter’s brain is suddenly occupied with nothing but boys and your son is starting to take girls on dates.

☆ “That skirt is too short,” you warn your daughter.

☆ “It is not,” she fights back, genuinely finding nothing wrong with her provocative outfit.

☆ Matt doesn’t have to say anything, one stern look has her trudging back upstairs to change.

☆ “Dad can I borrow the car?” your son asks nervously, avoiding Matt’s eyes at all costs.

☆ “For?” Matt’s not stupid, he knows what teenagers do.

☆ “Nothing, just hanging with some friends,” your son replies, but it doesn’t take long for Matt to get the truth out of him.

☆ Overall, fatherhood has been extremely rewarding for Matt. He sees it in the way his children love and look out for each other and what a great mom you are.

☆ “I love you guys so much,” Matt gushes, pulling the three of you in for a group hug.

☆ “Dad stop being weird,” your son groans, your daughter seconds his statement, but they don’t pull away from the hug.

☆NSFW

Having two children can take up a lot of personal time, especially when your daughter needs you and your son needs Matt. There’s never really any time for you and Matt to just exist as a couple, but he works hard to make sure you feel special everyday.

☆ You’re cooking lunch, the pure domesticity of your actions being enough to turn Matt on.

☆ The kids are still at school and if he’s convincing enough, you’ll abandon whatever’s on the stove and let him please you.

☆ Sneaky arms are wrapping around your waist, rocking you back and forth to the beat of the music that plays lowly in the background.

☆ Matt’s lips find your neck, your head falling back onto his shoulder in pleasure.

☆ Before you know it, you’re bent over the kitchen counter and Matt’s balls deep in you. “Take it,” he grunts, his hands gripping your waist so tight there were sure to be bruises.

☆ The food on the stove burns and you end up ordering pizza.

☆ When the kids are old enough, you and Matt leave them at home alone while you run errands.

☆ Something as simple as a quick trip to the grocery store turns into heated, passionate car sex.

☆ The windows are foggy and the car rocks with each thrust, Matt’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you ride him in the front seat.

☆ “You’re so fucking sexy,” he grunts, falling more in love with you as you whimper out his name. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, a string of curse words falling from his lips.

☆ Most times you two just do it in the shower. It’s sweet and full of so much love.

☆ He’ll fuck you against the cold tile wall before scrubbing your back and washing your hair you.

☆ It’s the sweet moments like this that both of you cherish. “I love you so much,” he whispers, the warm water running down both your faces. “I love you too,” you reply with a smile, going in for a passionate kiss.

—

MASTERLIST

A/n: can I hear some commotion for dad Matt🎤

-L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

—

taglist: @nicksmainbitch @sturniololovers @mayhem-72 @worldlxvlys @gnxosblog @meg-sturniolo @creamoncreamoncream2 @mattnchrisworld @sanyi5 @lustfulslxt @whicked-hazlatwhore @tworosesblackthorn @mxqdii @fawned01 @junnniiieee07 @sturniolololover @missriddle03

note: if you want to be tagged in my fanfic related posts, you can access my TAGLIST and comment 💐

[azsazz]

Severance

Daddy!Azriel x Mommy!Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Idk if you’re taking requests and it’s okay if you aren’t but I was rereading Feysand bonus chapter and it mentions that Feyre’s libido was heightened due to pregnancy and really wanted a fic where we see that with Az and reader bc I LOVE LOVE your daddy!Az fics and it would be funny seeing Az being a dad but also finding time to pleasure his pregnant mate due to hormones that man’s schedule would be jammed pack hahaha

Warnings: Smut, reader is pregnant, light breeding kink.

Word Count: 2061

Notes: This req is literally from a year ago today 😳 now that's some sort of fate (or mad laziness lol) Also, it's been a hot minute since I've written some smut hopefully it's good.

Bat Babies ages in this fic: Wren, Nyx, Gid 8, Baz 6, Zuzu 3, Jax 2, Knox and Malos in the womb.

_________________________________________

“Wren,” you sigh exasperatedly at your eight year old, “Please go play with your siblings. Mommy just needs a few minutes to herself.” 

It’s hard to keep your tone cool and level while your core is burning, dripping for the mate who’s stepped into the shadows whilst you bargain with your son. The both of you had snuck off for a few quick kisses that turned into something more, and it’s the first time you’ve had any time to yourselves in weeks. You don’t know if it’s being pregnant with two babies this time around making every single one of your senses heightened, but you don’t recall being this horny for your mate during your first four pregnancies.

Oh, you were insatiable, sweetheart, your mate purrs in your mind. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him not only from the bond tethering you, but from where he stands, five feet away and shrouded in darkness. And I loved every moment of it. You did too, of course.

You shut your eyes for a long second so your oldest son doesn’t catch you rolling them. I would love for you to remind me of just how much I loved it, mate, you send back, letting your frustrated desperation cling to your words, if we can ever seem to find the time.

Last week, Zuzu refused to go to Feyre’s painting class even though all of the other cousins were going in for a private session the High Lady had set up specifically so that you and your mate could spend the night alone together. She spent the entire time latched to Azriel’s leg and crying her little eyes out until the both of you gave in and let your daughter stay home. Your only saving grace that night was getting to lounge on the couch with a good book—that really only made you hornier for your mate—whilst Azriel and Zuzu baked cookies in the kitchen and hand delivered them to you with a large glass of milk.

A few days ago, it was Baz who had trouble sleeping and came pounding at your door while your mate was three fingers deep into your sopping cunt. The both of you had hastily gotten dressed, grumbling the entire time you did so, and let your second oldest son into the room. Azriel swiftly avoided Baz’s questioning about why your door had been locked in the first place, and the both of you watched him crawl up onto your bed and settle in the center of the tangled sheets, looking at the both of you expectantly. Baz talked your ears off all night long. 

And it was only last night when Jax who couldn’t be consoled when he couldn’t find his stuffed Suriel for bedtime. Azriel spent an hour scouring your house for the toy while you held Jax close, trying to keep your own emotions calm and serene instead of the frustration you wanted to give into, lest your son pick up on them and dampen his mood further. Even with his keen spymaster abilities and the shadows he’d released to help the cause, Azriel came up empty.

With four young children and twins on the way, it seemed as though they always knew the perfect time to interrupt you and your mate every time you tried to get close to each other. 

Wren frowns, his head falling back on his shoulders as he stares up at you with those hazel eyes that are a gift from his father. They’re pleading, and he really wants to have that sleepover with Gideon and Nyx, but you’ve never been a sucker for those pleading looks. If Wren thinks that huffing and puffing and making sad faces is going to change your mind, he came to the wrong parent.

Especially since he’s interrupted your fun as well.

You tap your foot, waiting your son out. He stares, and you stare back. You even cross your arms over your chest, resting them over the swollenness of your stomach, nearly two-thirds of the way through your pregnancy.

Your body goes taut at the feeling that Azriel lets zip down the bond. It’s one of complete arousal, his obsession with you when you make that stern face. 

It takes all of your willpower not to shift on your feet with the rush of wetness that accompanies the feeling of heat rushing through your veins. Not to clench your thighs together or glance over to where your mate stands, probably staring at you with his hazel eyes, filled with need.

Not that you’d be able to see him in the darkness anyway.

Wren’s pleading draws your attention away from your desires and back to the matter at hand.

“Please, mom!”

Clearing your throat so that it doesn’t falter when you speak, you answer. “You may have a sleepover with Nyx and Gideon tomorrow night if you're a good boy tonight. And that means playing with your siblings for a few minutes until I come to take Jax and Zuz for their baths.”

You’re pretty sure you lost your eldest son when you agreed to the sleepover, and you nearly stumble when he throws himself at you, hugging you tight. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Wren screeches with excitement, and your heart grows when he places a fleeting kiss to your stomach and bolts from the room. You can hear him tearing down the halls to where Baz is loudly making the toys in the living room speak. 

“Sweetheart, are you crying?” Azriel’s voice startles you. No longer is he hiding in the shadows, but at your side, swiping a calloused thumb across your cheek, swiping away the wetness.

“He’s just so sweet,” you gush, leaning into your mate’s arms. You press your ear to his chest, listening to the steady and strong thumping of his heart. You love this man and everything that you’ve built together. Through all of the missions and worrying, to building a home and family together, you truly are grateful for the life that you live.

“You know what else is sweet?” Azriel says, his suggestive whisper caressing the shell of your ear. It causes you to shiver, fingers curling into his shirt as he pulls you closer, lifting you easily into his arms.

“What?” you answer breathlessly, already losing yourself to your mate’s touch again. Namely, his thick cock brushing against your cunt with each step closer to the desk in the office he takes.

You don’t even have to worry about the kids right now. You can fall into the bliss you’ve been so desperately trying to find for the past week, because you noted how Azriel’s shadows trailed your son from the room, at least one always with every child at all times of the day.

“You.” His lips slant over yours, his tongue parting your lips with ease. You meet him halfway, licking, tasting your way as his hands hike up the skirts of your dress and pull your panties to the side as soon as your ass hits the edge of the wooden desk. “Tell me what you need, mate.”

There isn’t time for foreplay, for teasing nips of teeth against your hardened nipples. They’re rubbing against the fabric of your dress just fine. No time for orgasms by his hands, his tongue. You’d hardly be able to enjoy the view of Azriel on his knees for you with the size of your bump.

“Your cock,” you whimper, trying desperately to keep your voice low.

You shudder against the fingers he drags across your cunt, swiping through your slick. You’re ready, more than. You need him right this instant.

Azriel swallows the plea you’re about to release, enjoying the way you tug on his hair as a way to reprimand him. It has him grinning into the kiss, his fingers quickly fumbling with his belt because he’s just as desperate as you are, having not nearly been near you—or in you—enough in the past few weeks. 

Your pesky children are always interrupting.

“Your wish is my command,” he answers easily, and your back arches as he rubs the head of his cock across your sopping heat.

Azriel almost snarls with pleasure at the sight of your bump pressing sky-high. He leans in closer, loving the feeling of the three of you close. You’re so fucking beautiful, and there’s something special about how you look swollen with his child, something the both of you made.

He’s seen it four times over by now, and it never gets fucking old. He’ll keep you good and pregnant until you tell him you don’t want any more children.

And he loves the way you writhe against him, hook your legs around his waist, trying to force him closer, your cunt greedily trying to suck his cock deep into your womb. Loves the way your nails pinch into his shoulders, the way your teeth latch onto his lip to keep quiet when he pushes into you in one fell swoop. 

There’s a burst of blood on his tongue but Azriel loves it, quickly pulling out and pressing back in so that you’ll bite him again. When you come down from your high, you’ll apologize profusely, but he doesn’t care, likes a bit of pain with his pleasure. 

He’ll revel in the redness of your cheeks when your children ask him what happened to him later, though.

“Azriel,” you cry, clutching onto your mate for dear life. You love the feeling of his thick cock stretching you, the gushing between your legs when he so easily finds that spot that has you cumming within seconds like some whore. He knows that you need this release, that the both of you need to be quick and quiet with your fucking. Your children can only be occupied for so long.

“I’ll make sure Cassian or Rhys can take the children tomorrow,” Azriel promises against your mouth, smothering the sounds you make for him. He’s just as desperate to hear you scream, the reminder of it has heat pooling in his core, his pace quickening. “Then, you can scream as loud as you want, mate, all night long.”

A second orgasm washes over you like a wave. Azriel didn’t even have to stick his hands between the both of you, but he is now, wanting one more before he releases himself. It’s brewing quickly, and he circles his fingers over your clit, skilled and an expert at everything that has to do with you.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You beg, hips rolling to meet his. Azriel groans into your neck, sucking harshly and laving his tongue over the hurt.

“I’m going to cum,” he pants harshly, straightening to his full height to look down at you in all of your sexed-out glory. The way you can barely keep yourself braced against the desk, the way your mouth is parted in that perfect shape that almost makes him want to pull out and stick his cock down your throat instead. The way that your eyes are rolled so far into the back of your head that you can see the bond connecting the both of you, completely overcome with desire.

You keen your agreement, words jumbled as he takes you to your peak again, the both of you shuddering with pleasure as your orgasms overcome you. 

He rubs you through your pleasure, rocking his hips slowly as he empties himself deeply inside of you. If you weren’t  already pregnant, Azriel’s sure you would be now, with how much cum he’s pumping inside of you.

Your mate hugs you close, rubbing your back until you come down from your high. 

You lean back, blinking up at him blearily, and it makes Azriel want to take you all over again.

“Is that a promise, mate?” You ask, referring to him making sure that all of your children will be away at their aunts and uncles tomorrow night, leaving the both of you to yourselves. Well, plus the two in your uterus.

Azriel hums, finally pulling out of you. You gasp at the loss but his fingers are there, stuffing the leaking cum back into your cunt. You’re not sure your legs can support you right now, but they don’t need to, because you’re already rearing for another round. 

“It’s a promise, sweetheart.”

[vngelicc]

s e v e n

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : baby daddy au

t a g s : sleazy!jk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, messy sex, half assed blowjob, rough sex, possessive!jk, he’s a jealous mess, he’s also like a lost puppy following you around, pervy!jk, dirty talk, light degradation, jk literally wants you all the time, oc is mean n cunty, but she’s also weak when it comes to him, me thinks he’s toxic, toxic!jk tag to be safe (for now LMAO), hyunjin gets put in his place three times LMAO, sex tapes, THIS IS NASTY Y’ALL

w o r d c o u n t : 5.5 k

s u m m a r y : “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

“Jungkook,” you sigh deeply, “I’m not kidding you can’t miss this, it’s his special day and he wants his dad there too,” You grit your teeth while digging through the pantry with your phone balanced on your shoulder, “No! I already told you what he wants to do afterwards we’re not just going to cancel those plans because you wanna show off when you feel like it. He’s six!”

You’re already irritated and Jungkook clearly wasn’t making things any better with his nonchalant attitude and condescending words/tone. “Jungkook–you’re not listening–”

“Baby I heard ya loud and clear, stop stressin’ that pretty little head of yours. Sounds like you’re about to pop a nerve or something,” Jungkook replies with that stupid laugh of his, “I mean I know a couple things that can help you relax.”

You close your eyes and count to three under your breath tilting your head back and pinching the bridge of your nose. “...Tell me to calm down one more time and see what happens Jeon Jungkook,” you go to say more but he cuts you off.

“I didn’t tell you to calm down, I said to stop stressing.”

“........” Oh this man had you mad already, and he wasn’t even here yet. You ignore his voice and shakily set down the bag of bread you had pulled from the pantry. This man was so fucking dead when he got here.

“Ow–! Baby what the hell?” Jungkook yelps as soon as he walks through the door, he’s holding his arms up to block the stuff you throw at him (and they’re not soft either). “Did I do something?” He whines.

You glare fiercely back at him, “Did you do something? Don’t act smart with me Jungkook, you know damn well what you’re doing. Stop acting stupid because you look stupid.” You hurl your son’s toy ball at him and perfectly strike his head, “Today is not the day you hear me, Jiho’s been looking forward to his recital and you’re not going to ruin it by being a deadbeat.” You seethe.

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Baby all I said was to quit stressin’,” he walks over carefully in case you planned on throwing something else, “you know I’d never make my baby mad on purpose.” He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you to his chest, “Is this a new dress? Looks sexy.” He teases as he sneaks his hand down to your ass and squeezes it through the dress.

“Don’t change the subject,” you shake his hand away and stare up at him, “and how do you keep coming in here? Nevermind that, stop coming in like you live here.” You grunted.

“I found the key under the doormat, you should really hide it somewhere else.” Jungkook grins as he tries to kiss you but he misses and ends up kissing up on the side of your face, “ “Don’t be like that babe.” He pouts.

You grumble once more and relax into his arms, “Swear to me you’re not going to mess this up for Jiho.” You grab his face and direct it towards you, “Swear it.” You stare into his eyes with a pleading look.

Jungkook nods, “I swear.” He gently squeezes you, “I only want the best for Jiho too, he’s my son after all.” You stare at him, as if you’re trying to find any hints of deceivement but you find none in his eyes, in fact he looks sincere for once.

“Okay..” You softly reply and let his face go, “I believe you.”

He does that stupid (but charming) thing where he smiles coyly, borderline smirking, as he stares down at you with those playful eyes of his. “Now what do you say we relax a little yeah? You’re looking a little too fine for me to let it go to waste baby..” He gently runs his hands up and down your sides, slithering their way back to your ass like he had them before.

You laugh in disbelief, “You’re ridiculous, I can’t believe you.” You shake your head as Jungkook leans down to bury his nose in the side of your neck, “Fine.”

Jungkook grins triumphantly as he spins you around in the direction of the hallway where the bedroom lies. “Lead the way lil’ mama.” Jungkook murmurs in a low tone, eyes dropping down to admire your pretty ass. You take his hand and lead the way, biting back small laughs of amusement as he encircles his arms around you from behind and kisses on your neck.

You stumble into the room and let the straps of your sundress slip off your shoulders but he stops you, “No, wanna fuck you in it baby.” He whispers in your ear as he guides you on to the bed, “Damn, you look so fuckin’ fine walkin’ around like this. If only they knew how I make you mine every night baby.” He stands at the edge of the bed, hands slowly undoing his belt buckle and jeans. His Calvin Klein boxers peek out from underneath in all their glory making your mouth water a tiny bit.

“And if I said this dress wasn’t for you? I mean, you fuck me every night but do you know who comes when you’re not here?” You lick your lips with a smirk, “You have no clue what happens when you’re gone.” Jungkook’s eyes darken at that, the way he looks at you is enough to have you creaming your panties.

“Oh yeah? Like who mama? Go on and tell me,” He climbs on the bed and flips your dress up, “does he make you cum like I do? Has you shaking n creamin’ this slutty pussy all over his cock?” He yanks your panties down your legs and tosses the ruined item on to the ground below, “Let me tell you something,” he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, “he may be here when I’m gone but you always come back for this dick baby.”

You bite back your moan from the utter filth he just spewed at you, your poor pussy’s throbbing from all this and you desperately need his tongue or something on you. “Jungkook,” you quietly groan, “if you’re gonna fuck around then let go.” You glare.

“Patience, wanna savor my baby’s sweet lil’ pussy.” He hungrily licks his lips, “You got a man starved sweetheart,” he goes down between your legs, “I’ll make sure you forget all about your..friend.” He shoots a wink at you before he disappears under your dress.

Jungkook’s hot breath fans over your poor cunt and it tickles your clit and sends a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Luckily he doesn’t disappoint and his tongue dips low between your dewy soft folds, licking upwards until he circles your clit. A long sigh slips past your lips, you slide your hands into his hair and grip the curly strands as a means to hold on, “Oh fuck..” You whisper.

Jungkook hums against your pussy and buries himself nose deep while he licks and sucks at your slicked up hole. His nose brushes past your clit, bumping it gently and causing tiny little jolts of pleasure. “Mm..” You spread your thighs wider to make more room for him. You can feel his tongue prod at your sopping hole, dipping in teasingly but not quite slipping in just yet.

He curls his hands around your thighs and groans low, you can see his hips rock up into the bed as he grinds his hard cock over the sheets. The sight sends shivers down your spine as you push your pussy up into his mouth, “Kook,” you bite your lip, “need more..”

Jungkook makes some obscene slurping noises before he pulls away, panting slightly before he dives back in, only this time he aims for your sensitive clit. He wraps his lips around the bud and suckles, moaning so the vibrations travel. A shocked moan leaves you, your eyes slip shut and you roll your hips like you’re trying to fuck your pussy into his mouth some more.

His fingers trail down to push into your sloppy cunt, a low lewd squelching noise audible in the background as he fucks his fingers in and out of you steadily. Your toes curl and you hike your legs up over his shoulders. Jungkook doesn’t take it easy on your poor cunt opting to fuck his fingers in at a fast pace. He swirls his tongue around your clit and flicks it repeatedly until he has you squirming from the rapid pleasure building.

“Kook,” you moan, “fuck–hold on,” you try to push his head away but he tightens his grip on you and moves his fingers faster at godspeed. “Jungkook,” you moaned loudly and arch your back.

He pulls away from your cunt and pants heavily, “Go on, cum for me.” He licks his lips, “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He smirks with hazy eyes, emerging from under your dress but keeping up that rapid pace.

Your lips form a small ‘o’ and your pussy flutters around his fingers, “Oh fuck..!” You cry out and reach for the sheets, grabbing and twisting at them as you thrash around. “Mmm..! Mm,” you throw your head back and gasp as your orgasm finally hits hard.

“There you go baby, that’s it.” He leans down to capture your lips in a smooth and slow kiss, “Did so good for me.” He purrs against your lips watching as you tiredly moaned and slumped against the bed, “C’mere mama,” he helped you sit up, “need your mouth on my cock.” He shoves his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out.

It slaps against his stomach with a lewd noise, making you bite your lip in desire. “Get it wet for me,” Jungkook strokes his cock with a low sigh as he slaps the tip against your lips repeatedly, “c’mon sweetheart.” He guides your head forward towards his cock with a hitched breath.

You part your lips and wrap them around the weeping tip hearing him curse under his breath. His hand tangles in your hair and bites down on his lip, “There you go baby, look so fuckin’ sexy with my cock in your mouth.” He guides your head back and forth, hissing quietly when you gently scrape your teeth around the shaft.

Jungkook moans low when your tongue runs over a sensitive vein along his cock. You give him a harsh suck slowly pulling off his cock with a wet pop, it slaps against your lips and you smirk up at him, “Like that?”

“Just like that.” He repeats and gently pushes you back, “Open ‘em.” He pats your thighs, “We got an hour left before we gotta go.” He murmurs, “and I don’t plan on letting you walk outta here without a fuckin’.” He’s so vulgar it literally annoys you how much it turns you on when he talks like that about you.

You bite your lip and hoist your legs around his waist, reaching down to replace his hand on his cock as you press the bulbous head against your pussy, rubbing up and down while smearing your slick around. Jungkook watches you with hooded eyes as he holds himself up over you, “Go on baby, slip me right in your little pussy.”

His cock throbs in your hand and you take pity on him, letting the tip slip right in through the mess he created of you earlier. Your lips part as you guide him inch for inch until he’s bottomed out inside your pussy, balls deep and hips pressed against yours. Jungkook moans quietly and tests the waters by pressing in deeply, he rocks his hips slowly just enjoying the feeling of your soft pussy wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck me,” you sigh out and relax, this is exactly what you were craving for, you never wanted the feeling to end.

“I am baby.” Jungkook grins and pushes up into you once more, “Pussy feels so fuckin’ snug around me, ‘s all soaked for me too, bet you don’t get this wet for anyone else.” He grinds in deeply, hips circling slowly as his cock bumps into your sensitive spots and has you seeing stars for a moment.

You let out a long whimper and shut your eyes, “Oh fuck, right there Kook,” you whisper, “fuck, fuck, fuck me please.” You whine lowly and reach down to shove your dress up higher around your hips, “Need it so bad.”

“Need what baby?” Jungkook leaves tiny kisses down the side of your neck and shoulders, “C’mon, wanna hear you say it. Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours, I know how fuckin’ nasty you can get.” He whispers in your ear, hips grinding in that one spot you oh so love.

You shudder in pleasure and moan uncontrollably, “Mm right there–fuck, oh fuck, harder baby..” You whimper out, eyes shutting and thighs trembling once again. Jungkook thankfully doesn’t stall any longer, he re-adjusts his grip by sliding his hands under your ass and gripping both cheeks before he begins plowing into you.

He drives his cock deeper, his hips slap against your ass with loud smacking noises ringing throughout the bedroom. You lay there moaning unabashedly as he fucks the ever living shit out of you in broad daylight. Jungkook moans and pants softly in your ear, whispering a bunch of utter filth that only makes your pussy squeeze his cock and weep around him.

“You like that don’t you baby. Always been such a little slut for me, ain’t that right? This pussy belongs to me?” He growls in your ear and suddenly pins you to the bed with his hand wrapped around your throat, “You think you can just run off with someone else baby? Oh not afuckin’ chance, because at the end of the day you’ll always come running back to daddy won’t you?” He snaps his hips upward punishingly, striking your g-spot over and over again.

You cry out weakly and wildly buck your hips, the question flies right past you and you almost forget he even said anything from how good it felt. Jungkook doesn’t take too kindly and smacks your cheek a couple of times to get your attention as he asks you the question all over again, “Mmm–yeah,” you breathe out all high and soft, “only yours daddy.”

Jungkook rumbles quietly in satisfaction before he lets you go and sits up on his haunches, he grabs your waist and uses it as leverage, he begins slamming himself in and out of your poor abused cunt. You almost cry from how good it feels, your moans are choked up and some come out as pitiful little whimpers.

“Daddy–” You throw your head back and brace your hand against the sheets. The force of his thrusts is enough to send you shifting up against the mattress, there’s loud creaking noises to accompany the skin slapping skin. It just sounds like filthy fucking at this point.

Jungkook bites his lip and moans under his breath as his eyes lock on your bouncing tits, he digs his fingers into your waist and grips you so tight you know you’re going to bruise. He throws his head back with a long satisfied moan, “Oh fuck,” he rolls his hips quickly, “you’re gonna fucking make me cum baby.” He whispers breathily.

You squeeze around him with purpose, “Cum,” you whine, “inside.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, not at least verbally, he lets out a series of lewd moans and whispers of promises. He smacks his hips into yours and reaches between you two to thumb at your clit, rubbing the bud in tight fast circles. Your orgasm comes as a surprise, feeling like eternity as you sob in pleasure and plead for more.

“Fuck..!” Jungkook groans loud and long. His cock throbs and he slams three more times before pressing himself balls deep as he fills you with his cum. “Shit..” He laughs breathlessly and runs a hand through his messy hair, “That was a good one..” He mutters with a slap to your ass as he collapses next to you.

You pant softly and turn to the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Thirty minutes.” You sigh and roll out of bed, “Get up we’re leaving.” You say while wobbling to the bathroom to freshen the hell up, “I mean it Jungkook don’t you dare make us late.” You call out from the bathroom.

Jungkook hums, “Let a man rest sweetheart, you practically drained my balls.” He replies with a sigh, “Probably made another kid just now.” He smirks to himself as he closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head.

“Seriously sometimes I wonder how old you really are.” You shake your head as you stand in the doorway observing his relaxed form, “And I wonder why I even let you back in either. You’re not useful for anything.”

He cracks one eye open at you and smirks, “Admit it, you love my cock too much to cut me off baby, you can’t deny I don’t rock your entire world. Without me who’s gonna fuck you till you’re seeing stars?” He sits up and ignores the fact that his limp cock lays out in the open coated in slick and cum. “Does my baby need another round?” He opens his arms with a mock pout.

“Get the hell out we’re going to be late you fucking asshole.” You grit your teeth and storm off to find your shoes you were planning on wearing to the recital.

“Ay-ay captain.” Jungkook chuckles.

+

“Mama, mama! Did you see me up there?” Jiho comes running over with pure excitement in his eyes as he hugs your legs and looks up at you with those little doe eyes of his that you oh so love (not so much on the father..).

“Of course baby, you did so good up there my little man is a star.” You coo back and squat down to his level, “A little birdie told me that we should go get some pizza and ice cream at the park. How does that sound to you my love?” You gently cradle his cheek and caress it lovingly.

Jiho’s eyes lighten up at the mention of all those things, but what really breaks your heart is the noise he makes when he finally sees Jungkook behind you. “Daddy you came?!” Jiho runs over to hug him tightly, “Did you see me? Did you see me?” He excitedly jumps.

Jungkook softens and leans down to pick Jiho up with ease, “Course I saw champ you killed it, hell I think you even did better than that Sunhye girl.” He smirks as Jiho giggles uncontrollably, “What’s so funny huh?” He coos tickling his son on the side teasingly.

“Daddy just said a curse word.” Jiho covers his mouth shyly and looks at you. Your heart melts and you reach over to gently squeeze his chubby little cheek.

“Did he now baby? But remember what mommy said? Mommy doesn’t want you to end up like daddy love.” You side eye Jungkook with a nasty little glare before going back to Jiho with a soft smile, “C’mon, daddy said he’s taking you out today.” You kiss his cheek.

Jiho lights up in excitement, “Really daddy?!” He throws his arms around Jungkook’s neck and kicks his legs excitedly, “I can’t wait! I’m going to show you my new car collection daddy, it’s so cool I barely got it last week when mama and I went to the store.” He rambles on and on before he pauses, “You are coming over…right?” He quietly asks.

Jungkook nods, “Of course,” he says immediately, “you know I will champ.” He softly smiles and presses a kiss to his temple, “Daddy will always come over when you want.” This seems to satiate Jiho who goes back to his cheerful little rambles. It shouldn’t hurt you but this time it does, and you hate the bitter feeling it leaves in your mouth.

.

The day passes by and night time soon falls, Jiho of course asks Jungkook to put him to bed after hours of playing together. It warms your heart to see Jiho this happy with Jungkook, you wish it stayed like that..

“Hey babe,” Jungkook passes by behind you with a sneaky ass grab as he opens the fridge, “finally put Jiho down, little guy was out like a light.” He chuckles under his breath fondly.

You smile softly, “That’s my favorite part of the day, listening to him talk about the things he did and the new stuff he learns.. I wouldn’t miss it.” You turn the sink off and dry your hands, “Are you staying the night?” You raise a brow.

Jungkook nods, “Eh, I figured why the hell not. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyways.” He says and pops open a beer, “Plus I get to spend the night with my babies.” He winks at you.

You roll your eyes, “Of course.. Don’t you dare make a mess in my kitchen Jungkook.” You warn and walk off to the living room intending to watch some TV before bed. Jungkook trails after you like a lost puppy and you suppress a sigh, “What is it now?”

“Is it a crime to wanna be with you sweetheart? I’m sure you’d love some company right now.” Jungkook huffs and sits next to you on the couch with his arm thrown over your shoulders, “Aw c’mon sweetheart, don’t give me that look. Not after what went down this afternoon.” He buries his face in your shoulder and kisses it gently.

You sink into his arms and shoot him a glare, “Only reason I don’t kick you out is because Jiho’s gonna want to see you in the morning. If it were up to me your ass would be on the curb.” You grumble and pick up the remote, “And stop getting so close to me your breath stinks like beer.” You push his face away.

Jungkook’s shoulders shake as he laughs (obnoxiously in your opinion), “Fine, only cause you said so.” He says and gets up to head back into the kitchen. He re-emerges empty handed and in his wife beater tank top, his sweater is ditched and tossed to the side. “Better for you?” He holds his arms out.

“Yeah.” You turn back to the TV, “Now be quiet I’m trying to watch this.” You mumble.

Jungkook silently slips onto the couch right up beside you again. He slips his arm around and tugs you to his side with a quiet grunt. You grumble quietly and turn to face him as you push him back onto the couch and climb on top of him, “This is better..” You mutter softly and lay your head on his chest.

You don’t miss the way he smiles at you and hugs you closer, “Good night.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. He hears a faint ‘night’ and with that he lets his eyes slip shut as he falls asleep with a dumb little smile on his face.

“Idiot..” You whisper softly, surprised at how fond you sound at the moment, but he doesn’t have to know that.

+

A few days later you’re gone for work and Jungkook comes over to take care of Jiho. At first nothing too big happens, they play some games and then have breakfast before Jungkook takes Jiho out to the mall and then they come back to have lunch. Right now however Jiho was napping leaving Jungkook all by himself.

He takes one last look at Jiho before he slips outside for a needed smoke session. Jungkook always did like the view from your balcony, it gave him like a sense of peace and security whenever he sat out there smoking a cigarette. He really did feel at ease. He spends a couple minutes looking out at the sunset and city and then he checks his phone right after when he gets bored of that.

Jungkook’s in the middle of texting back Namjoon when he hears the doorbell ring. He frowns in confusion and looks back, you didn’t say anything about having anyone over or anything being delivered. He tucks the cigarette between his lips and makes his way over to the front door.

“y/n, hey! I was wondering if–” some guy standing on the other side of the door starts but quickly stops when he sees Jungkook standing in the doorway instead of y/n.

“Can I help you?” Jungkook leans against the doorway and eyes the guy up and down, “You lost or somethin’ kid?”

“Huh? Who are you? I’ve never seen you around before and y/n’s never talked about a guy before..” He trails off, eyeing Jungkook up and down too but only this time he doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for him. Jungkook’s aware of how he looks right now, and damn if he doesn’t look good.

“I’m y/n’s baby daddy, now who the fuck are you?” Jungkook snorts and takes a long drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke in the dude’s face.

The dude looks at him with a glare, “I’m her friend and neighbor.”

“Neighbor huh, good then you don’t need to be around then. I don’t take too kindly to random ass men trying to hit on my girl like that, because we both know you see her more than a neighbor so do me a favor and turn your ass back around unless you wanna really get to know me.” Jungkook flicks the ashes at him, “Nice meeting ya.” He grins and slams the door in his face.

“Friend huh..” Jungkook chuckles.

It’s late when you finally arrive home, you make a quick stop to get the mail before heading up when you’re stopped by Hyunjin, your adorable but annoying neighbor, “Heyy, what’s up why you out so late?” You smile tiredly while sorting your mail out.

Hyunjin looks bothered as he looks off to the side, “Nothing, just needed some fresh air you know? Anyways that’s not what I’m here for, I didn’t know you were seeing someone?” He says softly and when he sees your confused face he continues, “That guy up there? The one with tattoos and shit? He’s rude as hell.”

You internally groan, what did he do now.. “Yeah? Well, I’m not seeing him–seeing him…technically..” You trail off before sighing in defeat, “He’s my baby daddy.”

“Ohh, I thought he was lying or something because I thought no way would you ever go with someone like him. Much less have a kid with him.” He shakes his head, “He’s seriously a bad influence though, he literally was smoking in the house like you know how bad that can be for Jiho?” Hyunjin scoffs and shakes his head, “The nerve of him to call himself a parent.”

“Listen kid, whatever the fuck he does is very much his and my business. I don’t need your two pennies of a fucking opinion on my baby daddy, yeah, that’s my child’s father and what about it? I must have seen something in him if I still went and fucked him and had his kid. So don’t you ever speak on him again unless you want me to call him downstairs you little shit.” You glare and storm off to the elevators leaving a shocked Hyunjin in the back.

“Fuckin’ nerve of this brat.” You mutter and get your keys out, “Seriously.”

You walk into the apartment and are immediately greeted with Jungkook sitting there with a pissed expression. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask as you kick your heels off, “Where’s Jiho?”

“He’s sleeping, had dinner and went to bed.” Jungkook stands up and makes his way over to you slowly, “Who the fuck was that kid that came knocking earlier?” He cups your chin and tilts your head to face him, “He the one you fucking or what?” He grits his teeth.

You stare back at him annoyed, “He’s some dumb ass college kid Jungkook, and no I’m not fucking him. As if..” You mutter the last part and walk to the bedroom, “If you’re just gonna bitch about him sleep on the couch I beg, I’m so fucking tired from work I just wanna sleep okay? Bitch at me another time.” You sigh.

Jungkook kicks the door shut behind him and comes up behind you to hug you, “Mm.. Just wanna help my lil’ mama relax is all,” he says in your ear, “I already knew you two weren’t fucking anyways, he makes it so obvious.” Jungkook smirks as he kisses your shoulder, reaching around the front to unbutton your blouse, “Still he fuckin’ pissed me off.” He growls.

“I know, trust me.” You smirk softly and turn around in his hold and wrap your arms around his neck, “You’ll help me relax won’t you?” You whisper against his lips.

“I’ll do more than that baby.” Jungkook grins back.

.

Jungkook has you spread out for him on all fours, back arched sensually and your face buried in your pillows. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he moans under his breath whilst moving his hips leisurely, not in any rush whatsoever. Your moans are muffled but the sounds your pussy makes make up for it.

“Fucking shit, you look so goddamn perfect for me all bent over with that pretty ass of yours bouncing on my cock.” Jungkook grunts as he slides his hands down to your waist to steady you.

“Jungkook,” you whimper out as you lift your head from the pillow, “need it faster.” You push back on his cock and gasp shakily when he hits something inside of you, “Oh fuck baby right there,” you whimper out, “mm, mm.”

He moans in response and lands a heavy smack on your ass, “Yeah? You like it when I hit it right there baby? ‘S got you creamin’ all over my cock right now.” He gasps softly as he speeds up and fucks into your harder.

You eyes flutter shut and you stick a hand down between your thighs to rub at your clit in tiny circles, “I love it,” you sigh out, “feels so good.” Jungkook spanks you again and it causes you to moan loud over the noises of his balls slapping against your clit and your ass bouncing off his pelvis. “Fuck..!”

Jungkook sees your phone light up from the corner of his eye and he peers over, he sees it’s that fucking kid from earlier texting you shit about how he’s sorry. Oh Jungkook’s gonna make him sorry now.. He grabs your phone and unlocks it, immediately opening up your camera and recording, “C’mon baby, put on a show for me.” He purrs out, making sure his tattooed hand is in the frame resting right over your bouncing ass.

You moan louder and lift yourself up enough to stabilize yourself before you start fucking yourself on his cock just how he likes it. “There you go, atta girl.” Jungkook lands repeated hits on your red ass cheek, licking his lips when he sees his hand print linger. “Whose pussy this belong to baby? Hm?”

“You,” a tiny whimper follows, “ ‘s your pussy baby.” You moan back as you rub your clit faster, “Fuck right there,” you push back and circle your hips on his cock like you’re trying to spell coconut. He moans loud as your pussy massages his cock just right, he nearly forgets he’s recording in the first place.

Jungkook ends the video there with a middle finger towards the end before he sends it to Hyunjin and tosses your phone aside, “C’mere.” He growls out and grabs your hips before he starts fucking into you harder and faster.

The headboard slams into the wall repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping grows louder and your moans are borderline screams now. You shudder violently and fall onto the bed face first as your pussy squirts, you lay there twitching and shaking as you come down from your orgasm slowly. Jungkook’s lips fall open in a silent moan as he watches in satisfaction.

He cums a few minutes later, pressing in deep as he groans lowly, “Damn I almost said I love you.” He breathlessly says. You reach behind to smack his arm making him laugh, “What? It’s true.” He shakes with laughter, “Aaaa you’re so cute baby.” Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and pulls out slowly, “Damn.” He murmurs, laying down next to you, “You okay?” He pokes your side.

You tiredly roll over and stare at him with a goofy little smile, “I almost said I love you too.” You softly reply.

Jungkook smiles, “y/n…my love, mother of my child,” he begins, “I’m sorry, but can you make me something to eat? You sucked the life out of me and now I’m starving.”

“I fucking take it back you dipshit.” You glare and roll out of bed, “.....What do you want..” You ask after shuffling around the room getting dressed in your robe.

“Ramen? Please and thank you.” Jungkook gives you that little bunny smile that made you fall in love all those years back. Maybe you’re falling all over again…

TAGLIST: @fragmentof-indifference @jungkooksseuphoria @kooliv @angelarin @jjeonjjk7 @lilliankoo @pb-n-juju @ellesalazar @saweetspoiled @laylasbunbunny @prettyprincejk @cherrysainttt @hyunjinswifeee @joongraduatewithonor @hellbornsworld @leire-mia @m1sss1mp @lissful @winkii @lifeless-firefly @exactlygreatcoffee @taestoess @ayalies @floweryjeons @softtcurse @lilspinachwrld @tearyjjeon @littleobsessedkitty @lovelovelovebts @angeljmnie @rerefundslocals @bangtans-mama @thvhoe @maddkitt @tvse @ohjeon @teteswtnr @jkslovey12 @kelsyx33 @milfpo1ice @sluttydidi @ztyur @beomgyuult @shescharlie @sweet-sourhotcoco @lalita-7 @hazzzelsdimension @p34rluv @kook-net @bonita0-0 @vmapy @dahliadaenerys

[mamamittens]

If Ace wasn't so hung up on his dad, he could have done the funniest thing ever.

Like.

Really fucking funny.

Imagine with me, an Ace that is, at best, annoyed about who his dad is. Like, that's a high bar and the kind that overshadows just about anything you can do.

He could become an incredibly decorated marine and the papers would still go on about his old man's legacy and it's effect on him.

He could be a notorious pirate--and just be portrayed as chasing his old man's shadow.

So, obviously, he still keeps a lid on it.

But he's not afraid to ask about his dad. Particularly if someone knew him. And it's not even a weird question from a pirate cause like, yeah! What was he like?!?

Ace would have more specific questions of course. But in general not that weird to ask. And even less weird if the person he asks clocks him as Roger's son but, obviously, won't make a whole thing out of it cause obvious consequences of that getting out.

A politely kept secret, if you will.

Where am I going with this?

Imagine Ace has a chance to pull some shit on the Marines. Real old guards who know too much to be overwhelmed by force or anything like that. People who rubbed shoulders with his Gramps back in the day.

Imagine, if you will, it's Halloween or Roger's execution anniversary.

A little bit of costuming and well, it's been two decades.

They can be forgiven if they don't realize this 'Ghost Roger' is a bit shorter than they remember.

And Ace just absolutely terrorizes them. Acting exactly like his dad, chasing them around demanding they give him a good fight. Which, they, obviously couldn't do when he was alive either.

Every so often, for a special kind of asshole, Ace plays dress up.

And has the time of his life being a menace. A complete, utter bastard to those poor Marines.

His new folks are utterly floored and try very hard not to die from laughing too hard because it's just... So damn accurate.

Ace didn't grow up with his dad and, arguably, takes after his mom considerably. But in a pinch, he makes one hell of a resurrected Pirate King Gone Mad.

Whitebeard has to remind himself it's just Ace, the urge to jump in and kick ass is so strong. He was good friends with Roger but damn, did that man deserve to get his teeth kicked in a few times. And all those nostalgic feelings come sweeping back.

Ironically, pretending to be his dad is more in line with something Rouge would find sadistically amusing.

He really is a mixed bag of both of his parents personalities.

[silkoodles]

Please tell us more about ur transfem bradley headcanons 😭🙏

I tried to keep these transfem-bradley focused but I just devolved into giving you the plot to the maxley fic in my head involving her. maybe if I just tell you about the fic in my head i won't have to write it lol. long list ahoy

a lot of the pre-transition bradley characterization headcanons i have come from that one fic by @maxstgel that inspired the first sketches. so a lot of these are inspired by that and you could even consider this a fan fic of what happens after that (once it finishes i mean, it's all up in the air since its just 2 chapters rn)

She has not chilled in the least since being taken down a peg, she is still pretty narcissistic, but less pressured to be perfect

She started dressing hyper feminine at first but later got a more balanced wardrobe

likes golf, has taken up mini golf since she can't go to a real golf course easily anymore

She has taken up gardening as a hobby

She finished college as Bradley and transitioned after, once she was more able to cut ties from her family

She works as a retail pharmacist and part time as the jammer in a roller derby team with her friends.

She decided to not pursue residency after graduating because she wanted to get away from her dad more than anything, and residency would have probably taken another 4 years on top of the 8 she spent at college.

She met her current friends trying out for the roller derby team to stay in shape and keep skating. i have come up with designs for all 4 of these girls and i need help

She has a biological little sister who's an adult by now, out of the two, Janice looks more like their mother now. And that kind of freaks her out

Her name's now Janice, after her late grandmother. It's old fashioned but she had a good relationship with her before she passed. I also chose that name cause of the "Sure, Jan." meme, i thought it was funny.

Later her grandfather (Uppercrust the first) finds her, not knowing why his son would cut ties.

He sends Tank to find her, because as far as he knows, Tank was the last person/friend with Bradly iii. Which technically was true, but Tank needed money and didn't have the heart to tell og B.Uppercrust that he hadn't talked to Bradley since graduation.

Queue the most harrowing college reunion for Janice ever because she thinks he's still mad. Tank is more shocked than anything. I actually wanna write this scene

Grandpa's surprisingly cool with Janice (the name and new person) he just wants her to come back to the family because it'd be a waste of a good education and resources.

Max Goof just happens to spot her out in the wild and after realizing who it is, he loses his mind and practically begs her to let him take her out because he needs to know her.

Somehow it works, because Janice likes being sucked up to.

eventually she makes up with Tank and the other Gammas too, I gave them all names and fucking everything. I actually wrote this scene

One of them doesn't realize who she is and starts shamelessly flirting with her.

This guy:

his name is Tony.

[devotekuna]

Dad!Gojo headcanons/drabbles

♡˗When Shiro was born, he was all over you, being clear that he had his favourite parent from birth, you couldn't blame him as Satoru was annoying most of the time.

☆Gojo would definitely forget that him and Shiro were playing hide and seek, so the poor kid was left there till you found him telling him the game was called off.

☆Shiro who would steal his father's blindfold or glasses, but Gojo somehow had backups of both, planning in advance for this situation.

☆He's definitely dressed Shiro up like him, to annoy shoko or his students. Especially Nanami, having not 1 but 2 gojos in their presence would be the worst.

☆He has files of him pranking his son, be it be him pushing him over, putting stuff too high up, or just teasing him in general, he especially loves when Shiro would get mad enough to try and hit him, only to turn on his infinity.

☆Sometimes he's really loud when he comes back from the school and wakes up Shiro, resulting in him having to be put back to bed by him. He hates putting his son to sleep as he never can fall asleep, always finding a way to keep himself busy.

☆Gojo has dropped Shiro off with Megumi whilst he went shopping for sweets, Megumi was pretty annoyed but didn't mind as much as it was Shiro and he practically saw him as a brother.

☆Gojo would hold him however he sees fit, it maybe by the shirt which is most common, or flexing his balance by holding him with one hand. He always gets scolded by you, but it's always worth it when he can hear you shout at him.

☆He's flexed his son off so many times to his students, they all love Shiro but not their teacher.

☆Once you found him laying in the crib with Shiro after he couldn't get him to fall asleep, resulting in him having major back pain, as imagine a 6'3 man laying in a baby's cribs.

[spacebaby1]

Can you do sukuna x Muslim reader? Where he is going through a hard time and she prayers for him(Arrange marriage but sweet kinda of relationship) it's okay if you don't want to write it. Love your writing:)

Yes! Omg I'd love to! Hope you like it!

It was an arranged marriage between you and you father's friends eldest son; Sukuna. You were having dinner one day with your parents and your dad had asked you if you'd be interested in an marriage with a nice man. You blinked at that question and shrugged, "I mean as long as you know he's a nice man I guess it's not bad in meeting him," you replied with a small smile.

After a week both your families decided to go out for dinner at a fancy restaurant and you saw him for the first time; he was not a talkative type, he was a gentleman and very well-known for his devotion to his work and family. You both talked then and there; he was charming not once he said something to make you mad or upset. He was very soft spoken to you. Your father had informed you after that dinner that Sukuna agreed to the wedding and he also said that if you reject him he'll understand and it's not pressure on your side to agree but you already decided that wanted to marry him; he was nice, gentleman and respectful and every other person that knew him said kind things about him.

Once you both agreed to get married Sukuna had texted you asking about what are your requirements for the wedding venue, cake, dress and everything else to which he also added that you shouldn't look at the price of anything; whatever your heart desires he'll agree to it. He wanted you to be happy, as of that didn’t already captured your heart, you both picked everything for the wedding together; nothing extravagant but very classy wedding with few of your friends and families.

Sukuna had bought you a home and it was not less than a castle; after the wedding he still spoiled you with gifts, and handed you all his credit cards to buy whatever you need. However you'd refuse to use his money on random things even though he said his money is your money from now on. He's been nothing but kind to you but also a bit shy some might say cold hearted; but he just didn't want you to fell uncomfortable around him. He'd often walk past a room and see you praying and would just stand at the doorframe to watch you and leaving before you see him.

One of the days he had a rough day, nothing seems to be in his favour that day, his meeting ended badly, the clients were complaining about some services and few stakeholders were arguing about something in the company. He got home with a heavy headache and saw the hot dinner you prepared for him, you entered the room and saw him, with a smile you took his bag and coat greeting him, "how was your day?" You asked and he just smiled not trying to bother you with his bad day, "it was good, I'm hungry." You nodded "come, let's eat, I made your favorite today." He was very grateful to have you at this moment, he ate his dinner and showered before going to sleep with a headache. Unfortunately the headache caught up to his sleep and he woke up in the middle of the night to find you not in bed, rubbing his temple he got up knowing where you are; in the prayer room.

Unlike everyday he didn't just stand by the doorframe to watch you pray. You werr done praying when you started to say the dua, "Dear God, thank you for all the blessings you gave me, thank you for the health and thank you the most for sending me such an amazing husband. He's very kind to me and caring towards me, I pray you bless him with health and well-being and a long life where we can be together always and honour each other, I really appreciate and," you paused with a smile, "I love him so much, I just wish he'd be less shy," you chuckled before continuing, "please God , keep him happy and safe, Ameen." Sukuna felt his heart melt at your words, he waited few minutes before knocking and walking in the room, you turned to smile at him as he took the seat beside you on your prayer mat. "Did I wake you up? I apo-" He cut your sentence short by placing his head on your shoulder as he sat beside you, "I've been feeling down all day, I had a very bad day-" he couldn't speak further without tearing down and you immediately wrapped your arms around him protectively so did he, holding you for dear life as he spoke and cried while you rubbed his back, "I don't know what to do, I want to just hide away and do n-nothing I'm just so so tired from today, I- I promise I'm not l-like this always b-but-"

"You have been working so hard lately, you need to rest, Husband," you softly spoke gently caressing his pink hair with your soft hands, "please, can you take few days off of work? You need to rest, it's not good to work and feel such pressure. Can you?" He nodded in you embrace, "y-yes I can take few days off." He slowly removed himself from your embrace chuckling as he whipped his nose and you whipped his tears with the end of your hijab before he placed his head on your lap and taking your hand and placing it on his forehead, "Sweetheart, would you please pray for me everyday?" He asked and you smiled down at him as you gently massaged his head, "with my whole heart, Husband." He blushed.

"Call me by my name," he chuckled, Now it was your turn to blush, "No!" You replied, and he chuckled, taking your other hand and placing his on his chest, "come on, just once, say my name." You rolled your eyes and spoke, "Sukuna." He blinked at you, "Again? Please?" He asked this time softly, and you tried hard to hide your smirk as you called his name, still massaging his head, "are you feeling better now? Sukuna?" He smiled and nodded eagerly, then closing his eyes, letting you massage his head some more.

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!” I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

[gabessquishytum]

So I think I will turn that 70s music AU into it's own thing, but never fear! I will not leave anyone Goth Dreamless.

So two ideas about Goth Dream. The first one is that he's the local weirdo dad to Orpheus, a bright and friendly student. He's always wearing black on black with nail polish and hair so weird it'd put Robert Smith to shame. But he's known for being one of the kinder, more caring parents. He hand makes special treats for Orpheus's youth league football team. He organizes expansive birthday parties for his son's whole class and don't even get started on their Halloween party. He has the biggest house on the block and turns it into a veritable Halloween amusement park with giant skeletons and an elaborate haunted house. Doesn't help that he has real taxidermied bats hanging from his ceiling. All in all, while he's weird, he's a good father.

Robyn goes to the same school on scholarship and Hob works multiple jobs to keep Robyn in this posh private school. Him and Orpheus became fast friends when Orpheus invited him over while they waited for Hob to get off his second job. Unfortunately they forgot to mention that to Robyn's dad. Which led to Hob frantically calling his son, then showing up to Dream's house furious that Robyn forgot to mention his little excursion to a stranger's house. Fortunately Dream, in his black silk pyjama pants and well-worn and holey Bauhaus shirt, sufficiently charmed Hob enough to invite the two over for dinner. Then when the boys tired themselves out running around the property and fell asleep in Orpheus's room, Hob got to tire himself out on Dream's prick.

The second idea I had when browsing some memes and saw a Goth Girl Simp starter pack which is totally Hob. Not that he simps over Goth guys and gals specifically, just that he has a crush.

Dream is everything he isn't. He's tall, thin, and so fair it's almost like he's a fairy. He's effortlessly cool and mysterious, never deigning to speak more than a few words with most people. He's a regular at Hob's pub but doesn't do more than drink merlot alone in a corner booth. Occasionally he brings a date, but he's seen those relationships come and go. The last girl, Thessaly, got so mad at his lack of attention that she splashed her drink in his face and stormed out. Hob comped her drinks and Dream left shortly after paying for his wine.

Joanna laughs at the whole situation. In her experience, lots of people want a goth partner, but the magic fades when they take off their make-up and walk around and their pillows are stained with black hair dye. Hob is not deterred! He wants that stranger carnally. But how is he going to relate to him? The hardest album he has in his whole flat is a copy of Diva classics covered by some punk band. He didn't spend much time with the punks or metalheads in school and couldn't tell a Christan Death song from Sisters of Mercy. Jo laughs at him the entire way through as she helps him spike his hair and paint his nails.

Then comes show time. Dream comes in every day around 7:30-8. He comes around dressed to the Gothic nines with two glasses of red wine. He had Jo put some Stone Roses on the jukebox. He casually sits in the booth and tells him drinks are free if he cares to give a little of his time. Dream bursts out laughing. That horrid, donkey bray of a laugh deflates Hob's ego terribly. He gets up to leave, but Dream grabs his hand. He's never had someone try so hard to cater to his fashion sense. It's not needed as Dream had a crush on Hob, and well, a full night full of fucking wine drinking wasn't on anyone's to do list before tonight, but Hob can't complain!

🎸

I dearly, dearly love the idea of Hob simping for goth Dream in literally any scenario. It just brings me so much joy. Like, the image of Hob laying on the bed watching as Dream goes through the process of making himself up: litres of white foundation, powder, yards of black eyeliner in complex patterns, shining black lipstick, dozens of items of carefully selected silver jewellery, half a can of hairspray. Hob is obsessed with the entire process. And of course Dream is a lucky bastard who doesn't need to dye his hair, but can you imagine the day he finds his first greys? He's locking himself in the bathroom patching up every single spot of hair that isn't absolutely pitch black. Hob diligently helps and doesn't even complain about the fact that they'll never get the stains off the sink. He assures Dream that no, he won't have to shave it all off like Andrew Eldritch. It's fine, no one will even see which bits are dyed.

And Hob is just as much as a simp on the days where Dream’s hair is sticking out at all angles completely unstyled, and he's still in his pyjamas at 2pm. Hob still takes his job as Goth Boyfriend Appreciator very seriously, thanks very much. Arguably Dream is at his MOST goth when he's wearing Hob’s tracksuit down to the local tesco and having a silent battle with someone's grandmother over the last Danish pastry.

Also!! Goth dad Dream has captured my heart because!!!! Goth baby/child Orpheus!!!! In his little black outfits and spikey hair listening to Siouxsie and the banshees on Dream’s ancient ipod!!!! I am weak for it. And of course he's besties with Robyn, who has inherited his dad's love of Clannad and Fairport Convention. A match made in musical heaven, bless them <3

[tenderhungering]

veep headcanons? :3

oh this will take a WHILE……i love veep so much. i’m about to wrap up season 6 right now ! i think i’ll do little headcannons / analysis for each character ! i might do a part 2 because i want to also do some more supporting characters. like you know damn well im gonna wanna write for catherine and marjorie as a whole,,,

Selina

named catherine “catherine” like her mother in order to be able to yell said name in anger the way she never could yell back at her mother

the severe mommy issues make her need every single one of her staff to be emotionally involved in her. if she isn’t the center of their life, she gets anxious about it, even angry. she needs to be validated

depends heavily on spellcheck,,, i just think she hates phones for some reason.

she can tell EXACTLY how someone is feeling by making it up in her head and believing it ❤️

got arrested once in her youth and it was wiped off the record. #supportwomen’swrongs

Amy

would do super super well taking up something that makes her adrenaline pump. they keep trying to get her to relax by making her get massages, meditate and be in quiet. she needs NOISE. she should be allowed to beat someone up at least once a day

had a little gray cat whenever she was younger. she likes them ! they’re similar to how she is whenever it comes to boundaries.

bisexual but she has a stressful job so she doesn’t have time to think about that rn

she would benefit from me in her life actually

actually really liked dan bc dan seems to personalize the relationship to the person (dan is so kind ❤️) so she was into him but suddenly got the ick.

Dan

trigger warning for SA and grooming: i think dan’s relationship with sex is so affected by the fact he slept with his teacher whenever he was younger in exchange for a good grade. it has made him view it was an exchange, a transactional affair. it’s why he’s so shit at intimacy, he doesn’t see to her anything out of it.

watches all the latest movies but it’s only because he keeps taking women out to go see them:

has a really sensitive stomach,,,,he says it’s something he ate but i feel like whenever he gets anxious it happens to

catholic guilt galore but he’s busy so he CANNOT get into it

he’s so the type of boyfriend who does baby talk and when he’s recorded he gets real mad about it. get that camera OUTTA here

Mike

he is like a baby duckling to me that’s why he wanted to raise them actually

has so many useless apps on his phone. why do you have a flashlight app you have a flashlight BUILT into the phone. its okay though bc he watches lot of youtube tutorials

probably wanted to vlog at some point but he got yelled at by selina in a clip so he stopped

the personality hire,,, everyone loves him but god he can be so bad at his job sometimes. everyone gets mad but never enough to fire him

because he started dating wendy, he started to dress up a little more ! ties and handkerchiefs match. i love you dad

Jonah

he so ran one of those private meme accounts whenever he was younger but he got so bad at everyone saying they were lame he just posted a screenshot that said SUCK MY DICK SON and blocked everyone

his incessant gross comments are a result of being around a bunch of rich white men that happen to be politicians that tend to laugh at them. he has daddy issues. he needs the validation

his little curls going missing are a result of him getting his hair straightened because he wanted to look more professional actually. he burnt his hands so he begged his mom to help him

gets really anxious about his health CONSTANTLY and has a will written out already because he’s scared one day it’ll (he doesn’t know what) catch up to him

Gary

he knows the lyrics to every new pop song ever. he loves it. he used to play Just Dance whenever he was in college or something i don’t know i feel like he might’ve even been in a club that requires that

has an extensive skin care routine. he puts on those fluffy headbands sometimes but stopped bc he realized it was to keep your hair dry and his is so short lmao

definitely has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. he just pops a pill of whatever and hopes that it works (it doesn’t)

needs heavy validation from authority figures,,,like badly,,, i think that’s why he enjoys it so much whenever any of selina’s boyfriends acknowledge him as a person (or anyone gives him any importance)

he needs someone to tell him what to do because he is so lost on having any identify that isn’t directly tied to someone else ? he’s not even really sure what he himself likes anymore. uses “we” more than he uses “i”

[casinotrio1965]

Disney Descendants : The Peter Pan Doll

By Me and @hannahhook7744

Summary: Peter finds out a secret his (younger?) sister has been hiding from him. 

.......

“Peter?” Hannah called out, bored (and a little bit nervous even if she'd never admit it). 

It was never a good sign when her brother was being that quiet. 

“Peter, I'm about to order lunch from Royalgrub. What are you feeling?”

The sixteen year old was once again met with silence. “Pete. Peter Pumpkin eater.  Come on! We don't have all day—why is my bedroom door open? Peter Elizabeth Maria Pan you better not be in my room!”

“Uh Hannah?” Peter asked. “ What’s This ?” He was holding out  a doll that looked like him in his hand.

A doll the pirate captain recognized immediately. Not that she'd admit to that, either. “I have never seen that thing before in my life.” “I don’t believe you–wait–are you secretly my biggest fan?!”

“No!” The brunette sputtered, crossing her fingers behind her back. Sending their oldest cousin Atticus a silent apology that she sincerely hoped he could hear, wherever he was. “I've seriously never seen that doll before in my life!” 

“Uh Huh, who does it belong to then?  Seriously Hannah it’s ok if you are ! All girls seem to like me ..”

“Fucking hell Peter, phrasing! I'm your sister!”  The teen groaned. “And how do you even know if that ugly ratty old thing is you? It looks nothing like you. The colors are all wrong.”

They weren't really: the colors. They had probably been at least a little closer to the true ones at some point—before they became more faded with time. It was thirteen years old, after all. It was bound to happen. 

Especially given that the materials Atticus had used to make it had been old to begin with. 

“Let’s See: Red Hair?”

“It's more pink actually—”

“Check! Green Outfit? Check!”

“It's more yellow to green, if you ask me—” Hannah was digging herself into a hole, wasn't she? Damn it, she should have just asked Luke for help babysitting. Sure, he probably would have teased her about something too but it would have been nowhere near as embarrassing as her brother finding that stupid doll. 

It wasn't like she'd known he was her brother back when she used to tote that thing around. And it wasn't like she was the only one to have a doll of her dad’s nemesis! CJ had a fucking Tinkerbell doll for Brizo’s sake!

Freddie used to carry around a Naveen voodoo doll!

Claudine Frollo even had a little Quasimodo doll in her bell tower when they were smaller. 

Why was it that Hannah always got the short end of the straw when it came to these things?

“Come on, Hannah. Who else do ya know dresses like me? And don’t say Lampwick. He and I dress completely differently!”

“Not really. But you and Robin Hood and Danny Darling all dress pretty similarly too if you ask me. I think the tweedle brothers and their kids even dress like that. You don't own the sole right to hideous all green outfits, red feathers, and red hair, little brother.” 

She had to keep lying till she found a way out of this. 

She was in too deep to admit the truth now. Even if Peter already basically knew it. 

“HEY! I think I look good in this get up and besides it’s not like you know about Robin Hood!”

“Actually I know an embarrassing amount about Mulan, Merida, and Robin Hood but go off, I guess, little brother.” That was it. 

She just had to get him so mad that he'd forget what he was teasing her about. 

Or at least get him to argue about who was actually the older sibling between them. Seeing as he liked trying to put her in time out as if she was the 12–13 year old, and not a sixteen year old Auradon Prep graduate.

“You know what Hannah, you can deny it all you want  but it’s pretty obvious you’re obsessed with me ! And Honestly who could blame you ? I’m Awesome!”

A loud wail broke out from the nursery where Anthony and Harriet’s new son was sleeping, causing Hannah to sigh. “If you're so awesome you can order your own lunch. I gotta go deal with Thomas before he wakes up our siblings.” 

Peter Pan shrugged. “Whatever makes you happy sis .”

With that, Hannah quickly snatched the doll from him and ran off to tend to the new Lord Tremaine.

The End 

[jayzfort]

Remember that time? || Panville

A/N- this isn't my favorite work, nor have i proof-read this story, so if the plot divereges alot, I'm so sorry for that, but I did like writing this story, I hope you like it too :D

Remember when you hated my sweater?

The Longbottom household was filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Neville Longbottom was known for his niceness, but when he got mad, he didn't yell or argue. Instead, he resorted to a stony silence, ignoring the person he was angry with.

"You're making that face again," August chimed in, their thirteen-year-old son said to Neville, who had his eyes narrowed and fixed on the long, black-haired woman in their kitchen.

"What face?" Neville asked, his gaze—a glare, really—fixed on the woman.

"The face that says you desperately want to ask the person about their plans for the day, but you can't because you're mad at them, so you stare at them thinking you'll figure it out," his fifteen-year-old daughter, Francesca, added as she joined them on the patio.

"She's going out with her friends tonight," Francesca said. Neville raised an eyebrow at her. "You know, Daphne, Astoria, Bulstrode, and those people," she continued, which furrowed Neville's eyebrows even more as he continued to stare at the woman, who was now applying a very red lipstick.

"She's going out, wearing that?" Neville said, pointing his head in the woman's direction, which earned him a scoff from his eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice.

"Honestly, Dad, let her wear what she wants. What's gotten you so worked up?" Alice asked.

"That's her revenge dress. The whole thing—the red lipstick, those heels, and the fact that she's going out with those women," Neville said, burying his head in his palms.

Alice, Francesca, and August exchanged glances before Francesca spoke up. "So it's a whole routine?"

Neville sighed deeply, lifting his head to look at his children. "Yes, she'll walk up over here, and mock me, mostly my clothing, she'll probably say 'nice shirt' or 'nice sweater you've got there,' and walk off."

August laughed at his father's state. "Try to say something then."

As if on cue, Pansy Parkinson, now Pansy Longbottom, walked onto the patio, her heels clicking against the floor. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her red lipstick was striking against her pale skin. She looked stunning, and Neville couldn't deny it, even in his frustration.

Pansy looked at her husband, who looked, well, miserable. Which made her smirk a little. "Nice sweater, Longbottom. Couldn't have gotten a bigger size?" she said with a sarcastic voice.

Some whispers were exchanged between the kids. Neville had his favorite sweater on, a red one that was baggy and looked very comfortable. In fact, Pansy loved it, but today it seemed like she hated it.

"Going somewhere?" Neville asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Pansy stopped and turned to him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Yes, I'm going out with my friends. Do you have a problem with that?"

Neville took a deep breath.

"No, absolutely not," Neville said, shoving his hands into his pockets and heading inside the house.

"Did you really have to be that rude, Parks?" Francesca asked her mum.

"He's mad at you, and he's miserable. You're making him feel even worse," Alice said, shaking her head at her mother, who only grinned back.

"Would it kill either of you to take my side? Besides, he's adorable when he's ignoring me," Pansy said, winking at her daughters.

"Honestly, Mum, just apologize," August said as he got up and trailed after his dad.

"Longbottom men: always resort to ignoring when they're mad and then sulking," Pansy said with a dramatic sigh.

"You're being evil, but somehow I admire it," Francesca said, which earned her a playful hair ruffle from Pansy.

"Well, I'm off. Dinner's on the stove. Alice, do not touch my makeup. I'll know if you do," Pansy said, giving her daughter a knowing look.

"When will you be back? You will be back, right?" Francesca asked, her eyes wide with concern.

"Sweetheart, of course I'll be back. But don't wait up for me. I'll be late," Pansy said, kissing her cheek.

"Okay, Mum, have fun," Alice said, hugging Pansy. "Make sure Nev eats something, okay?" Pansy said softly, and then she Disapparated with a pop.

"I don't get it. Dad ignores Mum, Mum mocks Dad, and yet she tells us to make sure he eats," Francesca said, shaking her head.

"It's called being in love. They'll never hurt each other," Alice said, guiding her sister inside.

"So this whole 'revenge dress' thing isn't new?" August asked Neville as they snuggled up on the couch, with Alice and Francesca joining them.

"Oh no, she's done that countless times. Let me tell you about the first time Miss Parkinson pulled that stunt," Neville said, adjusting his glasses with a frown.

***********************************************************************

It was late, even for a professor to be out on the grounds. The harsh Scottish winter bothered Pansy immensely, but she shrugged it off as she made her way down to the greenhouses.

She sighed with relief when she saw a light on in one of them. She opened the door, which creaked terribly. The only other occupant turned around, wand in hand.

When Neville saw it was Pansy, he went back to potting the plant, grabbing fistfuls of soil. Pansy grimaced at the amount of dirt getting under his nails.

She cleared her throat, but Neville ignored her. She called out his name, and he ignored that too.

"Professor Longbottom?" Pansy said in her most professional voice, which made Neville turn around, raising an eyebrow in silent inquiry.

"I need a Somniumfloris plant, hopefully in full bloom," she said.

"Why?" he asked simply, adjusting his glasses, smudging a bit of dirt on his nose. Pansy's fingers itched to brush it off.

"That's none of your business," she snapped, clicking her black heels as she walked closer to the Herbology professor.

"Then I'm sorry, Professor Parkinson, I'm afraid I can't help," he said, sighing as he returned to his plants.

"I need it to make the Somnium Potion for the seventh years to study," she said firmly.

"Ah, I see. It is quite a strong plant," Neville said, his eyes never leaving the clay pot he was tending to.

"Well? Do you have it?" Pansy asked, tapping her heels on the soot-covered cobalt floor.

"Does this look like a shop to you? Actually, don't answer that," Neville said, cringing after.

"I'm quite in need of it. I have the class tomorrow," Pansy said sternly.

"We don't have it," he said easily, as if he hadn't just wasted Pansy's time. Pansy was offended. "Why did you ask why I needed it, then?" she huffed, crossing her arms.

Neville just shrugged. "You could use it to drug someone into dreaming or believing their delusions."

"Are you accusing me of something like that?" she challenged. Neville looked back at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes and said, "Maybe. Who knows? After all, you are you."

"I know you do not respect me, Professor Longbottom, but I cannot and will not tolerate criticism based on my past entanglement with the Dark Lord," Pansy said angrily.

"Never mentioned Voldemort even once," he said, rolling his eyes at how easily the woman in front of him got worked up.

"Well then, what is this whole thing about?" Pansy asked, grabbing his arm and feeling his bicep flex under her touch.

"What thing?" Neville asked as he put on a coat, which Pansy eyed enviously.

"The whole ignoring scheme you've been putting up for the past week," Pansy muttered, debating whether to ask Neville for an extra jacket.

"Ah. Is it bothering you?" he asked, smirking down at her.

Pansy flipped her long hair back and huffed. "Yes, we're supposed to be colleagues, more or less friends," she said.

"We are not friends, and considering how you tell your dear Slytherin students how terrible Herbology is, I don't think we can ever be," Neville said.

"So that's what this is about. You seek validation from a bunch of teens dressed in green and silver robes," Pansy said, laughing egotistically at Neville.

"You're impossible, Parkinson," he said as he walked back to the castle.

"You're not even going to offer? Some knight in red and gold," Pansy yelled after him.

Up until the next Hogsmeade weekend, Pansy and Neville didn't speak, not even for work purposes. They either had their students communicate for them or simply didn't address tasks that required collaboration.

Neville was walking around Hogsmeade, feeling different as he strolled through the village as a professor. Now he didn't have to live under the constant fear of not being allowed to visit because he’d let a mass murderer in or simply lost the permission form.

He went inside The Three Broomsticks, drawn by the warmth and not by the lure of alcohol—he never touched the stuff.

"Hannah? What are you doing here?" Neville looked surprised as he saw his long-time friend and ex-girlfriend behind the counter.

"Madam Rosmerta retired. She called me up to ask whether I’d be open to a partnership. Besides, business is great here on weekends, and during the weekdays, I’m in London," Hannah explained as she poured butterbeer into another customer's mug.

"Wow, it's great to have a familiar face here. I guess I'll be making frequent visits," Neville said, winking at Hannah.

"If looks could kill, I'd be ashes right now, considering the glare Parkinson's throwing at me," Hannah whispered, leaning closer to Neville.

"She's here? Alone?" he asked. Hannah shook her head.

"With the rest of the snake princesses. I thought she'd ghosted all of them."

"Me too. Also, may I have a coffee?" he asked sheepishly. Hannah nodded, stealing glances at the table where Pansy was seated. "She's not wearing a coat. How is the woman not freezing?"

"Probably snake skin," Neville said, chuckling as he turned on his barstool to look at Pansy.

There she was, wearing a sleeveless black flare dress that stopped right above her knees. She'd ditched her regular bun and let her long black hair cascade down her back, the slight curls at the end looking nothing short of perfect. Her six-inch black heels matched her perfectly manicured black nails, and she'd completed the outfit with diamond stud earrings and a very, very red lipstick.

Neville's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Pansy Parkinson looked stunning, not that she didn't always, but this time she looked powerful.

She caught Neville's eye and suddenly got up, earning stares from the rest of the table. She muttered some apologies and came up to Hannah, politely smiled, and paid for her drinks.

She checked out Neville from head to toe, smirked a little, and said, "Nice jumper, Longbottom. Totally doesn't wash you out," and left.

"She is so into you," Hannah whisper-yelled, urging him to follow Pansy.

"I thought you ghosted them," Neville said simply as he walked beside Pansy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had to inform you of the status of my friendships," Pansy said coldly.

"You look nice," Neville said, his face going red as he burrowed himself into the scarf he was wearing.

"I know. You and Abbott looked quite comfortable there. Do I hear wedding bells soon?" Pansy asked, without once looking at Neville.

"What? No, we're just friends. She's seeing Dean Thomas now," Neville explained.

"So you're willing to be friends with your ex-girlfriend, but not your colleague?" Pansy said coldly, as a carriage arrived. She entered without letting Neville in.

"You can take the next one. It'll only take ten minutes," Pansy said as she cast a warming charm on Neville.

Neville was confused. Wasn't he the one mad at, and ignoring, Pansy? How'd the tables turn? She had said he sought the validation of a bunch of senior Slytherins who made fun of him and claimed his subject was useless. If only they knew that more than half the ingredients used by their dear Potions professor came from his greenhouses.

Was she offended that he didn’t call her his friend?

"Pansy Parkinson wants to be my friend? That is something I didn’t see coming," Neville muttered to himself while grading a few essays.

Meanwhile, in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Pansy was grading potion assignments, her thoughts lingering on Neville. "Is he still really that daft? Even after killing Nagini and surviving the war?" She huffed as she got up.

She flooed herself to a very unexpected place: Ginny Weasley's office—now Ginny Potter. Ginny had her wand pointed at Pansy.

"Honestly, all you Gryffindors, thinking someone’s going to attack you. Where’s all your bravery gone?" she scoffed as Ginny lowered her wand.

"Well, if it’s you coming in here, one would have their wands ready. No offense, Parks," Ginny said, pointing to a seat for Pansy. "Also, you look hot—too hot for a Hogwarts professor," Ginny said, eyeing Pansy up and down.

"Actually, I’m here to ask you a favor," Pansy said as she adjusted her dress while sitting down.

"I thought I’d never live to see the day the Lady Pureblood would ask me for help," Ginny said dramatically.

"It’s about your best friend, Longbottom," Pansy said, emphasizing the last part.

"I think I’d know my best friend’s name. What about him? Haven’t spoken to him in ages," Ginny said as she sat on the table.

"You spoke to him last week when your not-so-little group gathered at The Three Broomsticks," Pansy said, slightly kicking Ginny’s shin.

"You sound like a stalker, living up to the Slytherin name, Princess," Ginny winked.

"Your best friend—Is he always like that?" Pansy asked, quirking her eyebrow at the redhead.

"Nerdy? Shy? Nice? Or what the Prophet has to say: confident, matured, and hot?" Ginny teased, making a face at the last part.

"More like rude, stubborn, sulky, and ignorant," Pansy retorted, earning a snort from Ginny.

"Parks, I think that’s not the Neville Longbottom we all know, unless you’ve managed to break him with all that," Ginny said, pointing to Pansy’s outfit.

"Actually, Weasley, I do not dress for the male gaze. I dress for myself," Pansy huffed. "Besides, what do I do to make a truce with Neville—or, well, to be somewhat friends?"

"Nothing. If he likes you, he likes you. But Parks, why do you want to be his friend so badly, considering you tormented him for seven years?" Ginny pondered. Pansy let out a heavy sigh.

"I do not see him as a friend. It would be nice to just be on good terms. Well, I don’t see that happening as he’s still hung up over the war."

"I think you’re the one hung up over the war. Besides, you mocked his subject in front of Slytherins. Any professor would take offense to that," Ginny said as she got off the table to pace around the room.

"And, I think you’re besotted with him," Ginny called out.

Pansy gasped in horror. "I am not! How could you possibly come to that conclusion?"

"I am leaving. You, Ginny Weasley, have been wrecked in the head," Pansy huffed as she got up to go back to her dungeons.

"Do not let whatever Weasley says get to your head," Pansy said as she stormed into Neville's office. He just looked up at her for a moment before going back to grading essays.

"You’ve got to be specific. There are quite a few Weasleys," Neville muttered.

"Ginny," Pansy said as she settled into the seat opposite Neville's.

"I do not want to be your friend," Pansy started.

"I figured," Neville said, looking at her.

"I want to be on good terms, as colleagues, and enough of this ignoring stuff," Pansy said.

"The whole 'ignoring thing' wouldn’t have started if you didn’t talk shit about Herbology to the judgy teens," Neville muttered.

Pansy sighed heavily. "Well, I apologize for that. It will never happen again, at least from my side."

"You apologized?" Neville said, looking dumbfounded. Pansy hesitantly nodded as she got up to leave. She turned and said, "I liked your jumper that day. It's a nice color."

That left Neville speechless for a few seconds. He got up and walked near the Potions professor. "Do you want it?"

Pansy paused, her breath catching as she looked into Neville's eyes. "I'll hold you to that offer," she whispered, stepping closer. Her lips brushed his cheek, leaving a faint red mark.

"You've got lipstick on your cheek," Pansy said, her hand trembling slightly as she raised it to wipe it off.

Neville caught her hand, holding it gently. "No, leave it there, Professor Parkinson," he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers.

Pansy’s heart raced as she felt the warmth of his hand, the tension between them electric. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Maybe we can start over, for the second time?"

Neville leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. "I'd like that," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you know."

***********************************************************************

The kids had gone to bed, and his daughters had made sure Neville ate—a little too much, in fact. He wouldn't be lying if he said he was worried that his wife wouldn't come home that night.

To take his mind off it, he started cleaning the whole house. Just as he completed arranging the books on the bookshelves, he heard the front door open. Pansy was home. He debated whether to go say something or remain where he was.

"I know you're arranging the bookshelf in the way that I do not like it," Pansy called out as she entered the study. She looked the same as when she left, just much more tired.

"You're not to wear heels into the study," Neville whispered as he watched her movements. She came to a halt in front of him.

"Helps me kiss you better, Longbottom," she said.

"Oh," he replied, blushing red.

Pansy stepped closer, her expression softening. "Baby, you don’t know how much it pains me that you always resort to ignoring me and not telling me things to my face."

"But that’s mean and not nice," Neville said.

"Well, sometimes everyone needs to hear the truth. That's how a relationship works," Pansy said.

"We haven’t been doing that, and our relationship’s been working fine for the past twenty years," Neville countered.

"Truly? But do you like all this?" She pointed to her getup, indicating the heels, the dress, the makeup.

Neville sighed. "Well, when it’s for me, yes. But not when you go out drinking with those women."

"Oh no, I went drinking with Ginny," she said.

"My best friend, Ginny?" he asked, surprised.

"She's not only your friend, you know that, right?" Pansy said, rolling her eyes.

Neville chuckled, and Pansy stepped closer, kissing him deeply. "Oh look, I've gotten lipstick all over you again," she murmured.

He smiled, touching his cheek where her lipstick had smudged. "Do you really hate my sweater?" he asked, looking down at it.

"Oh no, baby, I love it. I love it so much, in fact, that I want to get it off you," she said as she kissed him again, more passionately this time.

Neville’s hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. Pansy pressed herself against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. She felt the heat of his body through his sweater, her heart racing.

He lifted her slightly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, their kiss growing more fervent. Neville walked them backwards until her back was against the bookshelf, his lips trailing down her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her.

"You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this," Neville whispered against her skin, his breath hot and ragged.

"Then don’t stop," Pansy replied, her voice breathless and needy.

Their lips met again in a heated, desperate kiss, hands exploring, bodies pressing closer. The world outside their little study ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the fire igniting between them.

Pansy pulled back for a moment, her eyes dark with desire. "Let’s take this upstairs," she suggested, her voice husky.

Neville nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Lead the way," he said, his voice thick with lust.

They made their way to the bedroom, where the night promised more heated kisses and whispered confessions.

[mysticarts]

Questions: Take your time.

1. I remember when you posted an art where you said Carmen has a boss? So like who are they? And what's their relationship with Carmen?

2. What is Carmen's step-brother's reaction if he meets Lucio? Lucio doesn't know a lot about him but knows Carmen doesn't like him, Lucio definitely despises him quickly. 

Also what is Carmen's step- brother background info?

(He would be intimated at Lucio's height and stoic nature, probably questioning how the Frick did she befriend this guy.)

3. What would Nia do in the sequel if she discovered Lucio accidentally adopting her, or  becoming her guardian, how would she feel about Lucio retiring from Marigold? 

Also I am wondering what would happen about the sequel au since it's take place after the stock market crash perhaps? (Or 1930s-)

4. Spoilers warning, how will Nia feel if Lucio had told her a secret after Carmen died. The secret about his past life and the fact Lucio isn't his real name but a disguised one. The reason why he hides his name is, so no one who was involved in the 'incident' finds out he's alive, and reveals his true name, especially the ones who thought they killed him.

Sure he could have some Carmen about it. However he feared Carmen would either react to it negatively, leave him forever or expose his identity to the public, thus he kept this secret forever until in 1931 he couldn't keep doing this, due to his conscience screaming at him. 

Lucio, being so guilty after Carmen's death mentally prepared telling Nia (who's now an adult in this au) and expecting her to slap, yell or hit him.

5. Not a question, Lucio in the sequel au braids his hair so he and Nia could match. Ah yes.

Edit: Sorry for the long lengthy sentences, have a good day/Night though! ^^

first question!

Carmen's boss: Victoria "Vicky" Seymore

Victoria is Carmen's boss at her dress shop. Victoria seems very cold, to the point she seems like she's on a higher standard than everyone else around her. In reality, she begs her husband for some of his power to she can feel like she has choices.

Victoria, funny enough, envy's Carmen. She sees Carmen working willingly more than three jobs without a husband, and yet hears Carmen ramble about wanting one. It annoys Victoria, since she's a little salty about her not being in a healthy and stable marriage

2. Carmen's stepbrother?

Ive never fully designed Carmen's stepbrother, heck I forgot his name, but I know one thing: HE'D DESPISE LUCIO!!

Carmen's stepbrother (who I'll be calling Alexander for now) is good at literally anything he tries. That includes the looks department. Seeing Lucio's height, Alexander would already be annoyed and jealous that his stepsister had seemingly a better life than he was living

Alexander, again, was Irene's biological son. His dad died a year before Irene met Elias and they got married. It was on the same end of Carmen's aswell. Because both of them not over their biological parent's deaths, and then suddenly became siblings, let's just say Alexander did not like having this random girl be his sister, not to mention Carmen was abrasive and Brash and Alexander wanted to hold up a charater

Alexander usually blamed Carmen for some of the mess ups he did when it came to keeping the family name clean, saying that she was too unladylike for the family.

To put it in short: Alexander was born in such a strict household with gender roles than when he got moved to an entirely new place only a year later, he got a little mad, And salty.

3. Nia's next steps

Again, the sequel au is still in process, but during this time Nia would probably be working in college to become a detective, and would take phsycology as a fun little side thing. Turns out those phsycology lessons made Nia realize.......

Lucio has became VERRY unstable since Carmen's death, and is trying to subconsciously adopt Nia to remind himself of her, Carmen and him again. Nia would be concerned, but will appreciate how much Lucio cares, as around this time, Nia would probably call Lucio 'Uncle Luci'

If anything, Nia was glad Lucio quit Marigold cause working for a technical mafia while also loosing one of the closest friends you almost considered family has died, your not put in the best state.

(I just mentioned this au as fun and giggles, I still haven't fully fleshed out what year it would be, but I'd say at the beginning of the great depression)

4. Nia's reaction

Would Nia be pissed, yes. Main reason why? It's because Lucio didn't trust Carmen or not. Nia knows that even if Carmen didn't support Lucio's decisions, Carmen would still be friends with Lucio.

Nia would be mad that all of Carmen's attempts to get Lucio fully comfortable with her would fail, time and time again. Sadly, Nia doesn't have the same amount as gracefulness as Carmen has.

Nia may yell, but that's a low possibility. Nia was taught better than to hit a man when admitting his sins, showing his vulnerability. Nia would keep a calm tone, and try to talk it properly out.

5. I love the idea of Lucio and Nia having matching braids! However, I also imagine Nia would tie her hair up like Carmen used too, just to feel more closer to her.

(Fun fact!: the last words Carmen heard before she died was a blood curdling scream saying "MOM!!!!......")

[yoitsmano]

Tabloids

Keeping Jade’s name out of the headlines had been easy enough before. But now that she was pregnant, her name seemed to be everywhere.

West Heiress Unmarried, Unmated, and Pregnant?

Who’s the sire? Does her father know?

Robert West’s Daughter Pregnant!

Who’s the Daddy? What does Robert have to say about it?

Jade West Secretly Married? Expecting baby soon?

Who’s the lucky guy or gal?

Jade West spotted with baby bump!

Does Robert approve of the sire?

It was starting to get annoying that these people thought they knew anything about her life without even so much as a sit down with her. Not that she would accept, her private life is her private life. She’s never been one to want to be in the spotlight. The only attention she needed now was from Tori, who had just returned from the store to grab her favorite snacks and some oils to rub her feet with.

Carrying her child was taking a toll on Jades ankles. Babies were heavy. But Tori was ever the doting alpha and wouldn’t let her do any unnecessary tasks.

But the photos on the covers of those magazines were when she went out with her brother to buy new maternity dresses, while Tori was at work. It seemed she grew two sizes overnight.

Tori’s job had been changed from Pool Cleaner to mucking out the stables. Robert was being petty but she was still earning a paycheck, so she wasn’t mad about it. He wasn’t thrilled about Tori getting his daughter pregnant. But even he could admit that violating her HIPAA rights and trying to force an abortion on his daughter was wrong. So he didn’t outright fire the insolent alpha pup. The young Vega seemed to genuinely love his daughter, and was not just acting out of territorial alpha instinct. It didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.

Robert was startled from his thoughts by a magazine being slammed into his desk. He looked up to see his son standing in front of him. “What’s all this?”

“Your daughter’s name being dragged through the mud. Absolutely non of these headlines should say unmarried. Tori’s already got her a ring and proposed to her twice.

Robert didn’t say anything, instead pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

“Why won’t you get your head out of your ass for once and let Jade marry Tori? Give them your blessing.”

“The stable hand has no business marrying a woman of such high status.”

“She’s only the stable hand because you put her there.”

“Exactly! She should be lucky she still has a job. Both she and her father.”

“She doesn’t need a job, Dad. We’ve known the Vega’s since before I could walk. Since before Jade was even born. You know as well as I that Tori could take care of Jade without you. They may not be Billionaires, but they come from money. The only reason Tori is still putting up with your literal shit is because she thinks you will eventually come around and give her your blessing.”

“She’s already done enough without my blessing.”

“You should know at your age that Tori wasn’t the only one involved. It takes two to tango.”

“Oh I’m not the only one who knows. My entire staff were taking bets on how long it would take me to find out. They even defiled my study.”

“Oh I know, I was the one who found them. Did you ever stop to think why they were starting to go to places that you could easily find them? Jade has been trying to get your attention for years. But you’re always off on your business trips. It’s no wonder she fell in love with the one person who wasn’t afraid to give her the love and attention she craved from you. You treat her like an object to throw money at, when all she wants is her father to see her as a person and to love her.”

“She’s my only daughter, of course I love her.”

“Don’t tell me that, tell her.”

“I shouldn’t have to say it.”

“You do to Jade.”

[darriness]

Klaine Advent 2022 - Day 1 - Team

Author: darriness Word Count: 660 Summary: 24 drabbles during the month of December in the Anderson-Hummel household! Author's Note: I'm back! I'm excited (and a little nervous) to spend another month with this family. It's been a while since I've written them and I'm hoping I can slide back into it just like old times. I hope you enjoy these drabbles and probably next chapter I'll post a little recap incase you're new to the family. The basic: Kurt and Blaine have two kids - Matty and Lizzy - who are four years apart. Rachel and Jesse have a son - Nash - who is Matty's age and Matty's best friend. The Berry/St. James's don't show up OVERLY often but I figured I'd tell you about them since Nash is in this chapter :) Enjoy!

Team

It’s a normal, boring, every day Thursday that finds Matty Anderson-Hummel and his best friend, Nash St. James, walking home from school. They do this every day, discussing their day and the things their other friends did to make them laugh (or cringe) while procrastinating as long as possible so they don’t have to start their homework.

You know, the typical life of fifteen-year-olds.

“Are we gonna play Mario Kart tonight?” Matty asks, hooking his thumbs under the straps of his backpack and pulling the straps close together on his chest.

Next to him, Nash kicks the rock he’s been trying to keep rolling for about two blocks now with his head down before bobbing his head from side to side, “Sure.”

“Lizzy said she’d be in.” Matty comments. Ever since his sister moved away for university, video games have been one of the ways they’ve stayed close.

Nash groans, “Fine, but I’m not playing teams. She always wants to play teams and that’s the lamest part of that game.”

Matty laughs, “You're just mad because she never wants you on her team.”

Nash and Lizzy have always had a strange relationship. Matty’s not sure if Nash harbours a crush on his sister (Matty’s always been too afraid to ask) or if their antagonistic relationship that has apparently been there since before Matty was even born has never truly mellowed out. Either way, they bicker like an old married couple most of the time.

Nash rolls his eyes, “I’m the best player and you all know it.”

Matty nods to concede the point just as the pair reach the Anderson-Hummel home. It’s not uncommon for the boys to spend most, if not all, of the evening and night at each other’s houses - more like brothers than best friends - and it can sometimes be a surprise which house they end up at. Wherever their feet take them is where they end up.

“I think we’re having meatballs for dinner.” Matty comments as they make their way up the driveway and to his front door.

“Score.” Nash comments.

Matty pushes open his front door and the pair barely have their feet inside the door before two figures jump out from the kitchen doorway and scream, “Happy December 1st!”

Matty and Nash jump before realizing that it’s Kurt and Blaine who have jumped out, but they are no less concerned when they see the men dressed head to toe in…Christmas. Both men are wearing Santa hats, ugly Christmas sweaters (though Kurt’s is decidedly less ‘ugly’ than Blaine’s) and Blaine has on candy cane striped pants. They are each holding oversize candy canes and have giant smiles on their faces.

Matty side eyes Nash, quickly, before leaning closer to him and whispering without taking his eyes off his fathers.

“Dude, your dads have lost their minds.” 

Nash chuckles and shakes his head, “This is nothing. Try being woken up this morning during a chorus of Jingle Bells, complete with actual jingle bells being dropped onto your body, and being forced to join in. Full harmony.”

Matty chuckles, himself, at the image. His parents may be the kind of parents that embarrass him every chance they get, but honestly an explosion of Christmas in front of his best friend that is more nephew to them than anything else isn’t as bad as it could be. 

Matty has thanked whoever he needs to thank more than once that his Aunt Rachel and Uncle Jesse aren’t his actual parents.

“Come on! We’re decorating the tree!” Blaine exclaims, jingling an ornament he has in his hands with a hopeful smile.

Matty and Nash look at each other and shrug, “Beats homework.” Matty reasons.

“Heck yeah, it does!” Nash exclaims, already dropping his backpack at the front door and jogging down to grab some of the ornaments.

Matty chuckles and follows suit, not even complaining when Kurt drops a Santa hat on his head.

Christmas time is here!