#poor kiddos need sleep

[katzewolf]

I’ve been reading a lot of MLB fics of these poor exhausted idiots and felt the need to draw them

Too many Akumas and now their brains cannot function (leading to identity reveals :3)

In case it’s hard to read he’s one without the background:

Adrien: What the fuck even is sleep?

Mari: Ugh, I know. Stupid Akumas.

Wait, why do you look like Chat? You even have the shirt I gave him.

[lowkeyremi]

JJK MEN AS DADS

How they are with their kiddos/babies ! ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami

content: no curse!au fluff, established relationship (marriage), children, families.

Gojo Satoru

"Look at my little boy, he looks just like me, what a heart stopper you'll be when you get older!" He praises his two year old, Kenji Gojo.

"'Toru stop trying to manifest our son into a hoe." Satoru turns to you with a loud gasp, eyes wide, and it causes your little boy to giggle.

"How could you say such words, in front of him? Don't listen to Mommy. Daddy was never a player. Never ever!" Kenji has no clue what's happening he just laughs at his father's dramatics.

"Oh brother, I hope he doesn't turn into a drama queen like you. And yes you were a player before I got with you. Remember when you kissed my friend then like ten minutes later tried to kiss me?" Satoru was a menace in college. Every time you bring up that specific college memory he always says-

"Ugh, blame Suguru! He was the one who made me take shots when I didn't like to drink." There it is. That was excuse for two-timing you and your best friend back then.

"Save it for someone who believes you. Kenji, don't be like Daddy when you grow up, okay?" Your husband knows you're joking but he can't help but whine and feel like you're being against him.

"Otay Mommy! Daddy is hoeeee. Hoe hoe hoe. Merry Christmas!" Your poor little boy thinks he's saying the noise Santa makes instead of a derogatory term and it's hilarious.

Of course you encourage him, "Daddy's a what?"

"Hoe!" Kenji screams out with a smile on his face. Satoru frowns loosing his playfulness.

"I-i guess my family just hates me... no one loves me." He sighs loudly to sell it to you guys but you don't buy it. He sits in the corner pretending to cry. "Boo hoo..." Kenji waddles his way over to his father patting his head.

"No cry Daddy, you not a hoe. You Daddy." Satoru fakes a loud gasp when he hears his son comfort him, thinking Satoru is actually crying.

"Really?!" He asks the little boy standing next to him.

"Yeah, Daddy is cool!!" Satoru chuckles, picks up is little boy and tosses him into the air. The small white haired child screams in delight as his father catches him, and you can't deny that all the trouble you and Satoru had in your relationship was worth seeing this.

Geto Suguru

"And then, the monster ate the twin girls who didn't go to sleep at their bed time-"

"Ooooookay. I think that's enough bed time stories from Papa." You say ushering your girls to bed, Hana looks scared out of her mind but Kana's eyes are sparkling with curiosity.

"Awww, Mommy, it was just getting good!" Kana whines, you know she wants to hear whatever else Suguru makes up on spot but he scared Hana who looks like she wants to cry.

"I know sweetie, but I don't think Hana really liked that story." The girls are six and full of energy at any given time.

"Come on baby, let me tell Kana the rest." Suguru matches his daughter's tone, knowing you'll give in.

"Alright, fine, but you need to apologize to Hana, look at her." Your husband looks at his younger twin daughter and he does feel kind of bad for scaring her like that. Suguru likes telling scary stories and myths to his girls just like his father had done to him. He always thought they were super cool.

"Oh, Hana, sweet girl. Papa's sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. How about I tell you and your sister a different story?" Hana looks a little doubtful as do you, but Suguru grants you a smile. He knows you trust him so you give him a stern look before kissing his forehead.

"Don't take too long, I need my cuddles." He smirks, kissing your hand, "Of course my dear."

The twins coo in unison at their parents romantic gestures, they think it's the coolest thing ever. "You girls have your stuffed animals?" He asks them and they nod together waiting for his story.

He tells the two about a princess who needed saving. Her long lost sister came to save her from a scary dragon and they lived happily together.

"That sounds like me and Hana!! I fought the scary dragon and Hana was the princess!!!" Kana says with excitement. Sometimes Suguru sees two little girls he used to foster in his own girls. He wonders how they're doing these days. They're probably grown up by now or at least in their late teens.

"I really wish Mommy had let me name you guys Nanako and Mimiko." He whispers with a soft smile. Kana looks at him in confusion rubbing her tired eyes, Hana's already asleep.

"Huh?" Kana asks.

"Nothing my dear, good night, little one." He tucks her into bed and gives her a tend kiss on the forehead.

"Night night, Papa." She says with a yawn and Suguru makes his way downstairs to join you.

Kamo Choso

Choso bites his lip looking down at his son, the boy looks a lot like you he thinks. Ryuji is his name, you let him name him. "I didn't mean to break it." He whines to his father. Choso has a soft spot for his boy. He reminds him a lot of his little brother Yuji.

"I know bud, but what will we tell Mom when she gets home?" Ryuji had accidentally broken your favorite ceramic mug. Choso was not sure what he signed up for when he got you pregnant but it sure wasn't this.

He and his son were always getting scolded by you. Every time Ryuji gets into some kind of trouble it also happens to be Choso's fault for not watching him closely as you always say. The truth is, Ryuji seems to get into trouble even with his father watching him closely.

"Um... we can tell her it was at the edge of the counter and i walked past it and it fell down. Then it will be her fault for leaving it by the edge." Choso smiles at his devious ten year old. He knows lying is bad but if you heard what really happened you'd scold both of them.

What actually happened as that Ryuji was playing in the kitchen, even though you've warned him against it many times and he knocked your mug down onto the ground.

"Good idea, kid. I don't want to hear Mom yelling again. I might get couch treatment again." Choso shivers at the idea of sleeping on the cramped couch rather than in his warm bed with you.

"You remind me a lot of your Uncle Yuji." Choso says ruffling his son's hair. "You and Mom keep saying that and I don't know if that's good or bad."

"It depends. Yuji can be both." Choso chuckles. His son gives him a crushing hug.

"I love you dad, you're doing great." And Choso didn't know how much he needed to hear those words but they were getting to him.

Fushiguro Toji

"Quit kicking your Ma, ya little brat." He threatens your swelling belly. He gives you a questioning look when you glare at him. Those emerald eyes challenge yours in a staring contest.

"What is with you and threatening our unborn children?" Your question is followed by a giggle.

"Gotta let the brats know who's in charge." He blows out a breath and puffs his chest, you find the whole ordeal ridiculous. The man is a girl dad for crying out loud. Even his oldest, your step-son thinks his father is a clown. And before Tsumiki died there were three daughters in his life.

He thinks your third one is bound to be a boy, but you're secretly hoping for a girl just to further sink Toji's idea of having a little boy to boss around. Megumi comes around maybe twice a month to see his little half-sisters, which means Toji is surrounded by girls all the time.

You like to joke around with him and say, "What do you know? Girls seem to follow you wherever you go." He always grumbles about it being stupid and unfair.

"As I was saying-"

"DAD!!!!! MY HAIR OH NOOOOOOO." Toji's up off the couch in seconds answering at his daughter's beck and call.

He walks into her room to see her braid was messed up. "What happened, Doll?" He asks her, undoing the braid so he can redo it.

"Yui undid my braid!! She took my hair tie and ran to her room!!!" She squeals, in horror at her little sister's thieving.

"Oh did she now? I'll go have a talk with her once I braid this back up." He's gentle with his tender-headed daughter. He quickly braids her hair back up, the pattern memorized. 100% self indulgent bc im tender headed.

"I have this green hair tie, is that okay, sweet girl?" She sighs quietly. "Where are the blue ones?" Toji clicks his tongue. "I can go get one real quick if you hold the end of this braid." He tells her and she's quick to do it. Her favorite color is blue after all.

She cheers when her father returns with a blue hair tie. He ties it up quickly, "Okay let me go talk to Yui." Nami nods brushing out her baby doll's hair.

Toji makes an appearance in front of his four year old's door, she's making her dolls scream at each other. "What was da reason?!!!!" She screams pretending to be one of the dolls, "I had a reason." She makes the other say.

Toji rolls his eyes, his daughter has been watching too much TV with you. "Excuse me miss Cardi B, why did you steal your sister's hair tie?" His hands are on his hips and his eyes are squinted to add to his authority.

"Whattttt, Dad, you know dat?" She asks as if her dad lives under a rock.

"Tch I'm not old, I know what memes are. Now answer the question." She rolls her eyes. You tell Toji she gets her attitude from him.

"If you haf to know I needed it, so I could give Sprinkles a ponytail." Sprinkles is the dog Toji said he was NOT going to get for his girls but caved in and got anyway.

"Ya coulda asked me or your Ma for one rather than stealing it right from your sister's hair." She shakes her head in disagreement. Toji wonders what's going on in her head right now.

"Dad you don't get it! It had to be that one!"

"Why that specific hair tie?" She goes silent turning away from her father and mumbling something Toji can barely hear.

"Speak up, princess." She scoffs and sighs and folds her arms. Wow the sass is unreal.

"Sprinkle thinks Nami is super cool so she wants what Nami has." Toji isn't stupid he knows his daughter is using the dog as a place holder for how she admires her older sister. Yui doesn't like to admit it though.

"Are you sure it's Sprinkle who thinks Nami is super cool?" He gives her the chance to be open with him and she sighs taking the bait.

"I guess. I think Nami is super cool." She murmurs and Toji smirks.

"It's alright to think your sis is cool, Dad didn't get to grow up with any cool siblings. Just annoying cousins."

"Mai and Maki are cooler than you, Dad, not annoying!" The man in question raises his brow his smirk never leaving, "Okay since I'm not cool. I guess I won't take you out for treats anymore when Ma says no."

Little Yui gasps, bursting upward like a rocket and running toward her dad. She hugs his leg, her little head looking up at him, "I was kidding Dad. You're super cool. Please don't stop taking me for treats!!"

Toji smiles, picks up his little girl and tickles her. She screams out for him to stop, "Huh? I can't hear what you're saying."

"Nami help!!!!"

In seconds Nami's attacking her father in a playful manner, "Let go of my sister!!"

"Okay then." Toji holds his daughter upside down by her feet, as she screams some more. "MA!!! HELPPP!!!!"

"Toji put her down." You say in a half-hearted manner.

"She is down. Upside down."

Nanami Kento

"See, you're getting the hang of it, Hiro." Kento softly encourages his son who's struggling with his math homework. You had tried to help him but he screamed that what you were saying didn't make sense. So of course you yelled back, letting your emotions get the better of you.

Kento had stepped in to keep you two from ripping each other's heads off. Plus all that screaming had woken up the baby. You could hear her crying.

That was about an hour ago. You quietly walked into the dining room with your seven month old baby girl cuddled up to your chest as you held her tight.

The sight of your husband helping your son warmed your heart, but you also felt guilt hot in your stomach for yelling at him, he's only twelve.

"Hey, Hiro. Can I talk to you, hon?" You ask softly. Both your son and Kento turn their heads upon hearing your voice. He nods at you and you inhale deeply, "I'm sorry for yelling at you, bud, I didn't mean it."

His eyes soften as do Kento's.

"I'm sorry too, Mom. I started it. You were just trying to help me." Kento's smile encourages you to walk closer to the table which you do.

"We should have had Dad come help in the first place, huh? I'm not good at explaining." Hiro shares a laugh with you, and Kento cups your cheek.

"Explanations might not be your strong suit but you're still a good mother, baby." Hiro gags at his father calling you "baby" he hate when you two get sappy.

You move your head a little so you can kiss his palm. As expected Hiro covers his eyes and making more throwing up noises.

"Oh hush, one day you'll find someone for you, and you'll be just like me and your mother." Kento says rolling his eyes and you giggle. Even though you guys have your differences you guys always forgive each other at the end of the day.

Your little girl coos quietly and Kento holds out his arms gesturing for his little girl.

"She's just had dinner, so she might fall asleep on you." Your warning doesn't bother him at all, if anything, you'll probably have more pictures to add to your baby gallery on your phone if she falls asleep in his arms.

She's already a dad's girl and she's only seven months old. You thought maybe Hiro would be a mama's boy but he's definitely his daddy's son.

You don't mind though, well, sometimes you're a little jealous that you have to share your man with your kids. Kento's a very lovable man though, so you can't blame them.

[ipseitydelrey]

Sei!! I'm obsessed with your writing!

Since your requests are open... I was thinking maybe.... NSFW alphabet with Reid? 👀

aaaa thank you so much !!

nsfw alphabet ☆ spencer reid

ship spencer reid x afab!reader

warnings smut, use of protection (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos!!), p in v penetration (i feel like this goes w/o saying), oral (m and f receiving), hair pulling, mutual masturbation, wet dreams, teasing, sex toys, he’s self-conscious :(, slight mention of what cat adams did (only implied), also he’s bi <3

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

it’s quite possible that spencer loves aftercare more than actual sex. he’s so enthusiastic about taking care of you; he’ll get food and water, run a bath, cuddle, etc.

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and of yours)

although he’s pretty self-critical about his looks, he does like his hair. his hairstyle changes frequently so he always appreciates it when you compliment him or you run your fingers through his hair.

spencer probably feels awful that this is his favourite part of your body, but he loves your boobs. no matter the size or shape, he lives resting his head on your chest like it’s a pillow.

C = cum (anything to do with cum)

either in you or in a condom. he doesn’t really like it when it gets everywhere. although, if he does end up cumming anywhere else (like on your stomach or face, etc.), he will definitely try to clean it up quickly.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

it’s not too much of a secret but it still sort of counts: spencer has wet dreams about you. since you also sleep in the same bed, during those dreams, he would subconsciously rut against your leg and moan in his sleep. so far (at least to your knowledge), this has only happened once because you woke up to him doing it. you both are aware of this fact, but spencer isn’t aware that you know. you haven’t told him because you don’t wanna embarrass the poor guy.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

with women, very little; not even sex or second base, at most he has made out and gotten his shirt off but that’s it (we’re not including cat adams in this discussion of course). with men though? he’s not a virgin, so he does have some experience.

although if we’re counting what he knows through books and articles, then in theory he would be amazing in bed.

F = favourite position (this goes without saying)

if he’s on top, he loves missionary. the position gives him the opportunity to kiss you while he thrusts into you; he loves the romance and intimacy of it too.

if he’s bottoming, then he likes it when you ride him, especially if you’re facing towards him. he can still kiss you — giving him his much needed intimacy — and he loves to watch the way your chest heaves as you bounce on him. fondling your boobs is an added bonus! another position he loves is when you fuck him with your tits. that one doesn’t need an explanation.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

he thinks he’s serious (he’s trying soooo hard, he wants it to be perfect) but he’s unintentionally goofy. usually during sex, he shares little tidbits about the benefits of an orgasm, or how eating pineapple can make cum taste like the fruit…and it’s hilarious. it doesn’t really bring you out of the moment, just makes you laugh.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

spencer has a mouth-watering happy trail. much like up north, down south it’s unruly, but can still be classified as well-groomed.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

not much can be said, but expect tons of “i love you”s as he cums. he’s a romantic at heart, of course he wants some romance during sex.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t masturbate a lot, maybe once or twice per two weeks at most; that’s if he’s not with you. in your presence is a whole other story. it was a bit awkward jerking off in front of you at first, but over time he’s come to love it (ngl kinda wanna write a drabble for this one).

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

why do you think he keeps his hair long? it’s just begging to be pulled! seriously, during a makeout session, you got a little curious and your hand trailed to the back of his head and you gave his hair a lil tug. the result? an involuntary moan. and as mentioned before, mutual masturbation is on the table.

L = location (favourite places to have sex)

he believes any sort of sexual intimacy should be confined to the bedroom. he values his privacy and he doesn’t want to risk getting caught in the middle of having sex by anybody.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you being smart, especially when you teach him something new (which doesn’t happen often but when it does, he’s so turned on). that’s pretty much it. genuinely loves it when you correct someone else, or if you work with him in the BAU, when you realize something about a particularly hard case that causes a breakthrough.

N = nope (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

doesn’t want to hurt you in anyway shape or form. it’s likely that later in your relationship, when you trust each other more, you both might experiment with biting or spanking, but that’s as far as he’s willing to go. sensory deprivation (especially with blindfolds) are also a no.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s so different, yet so similar when both giving and receiving oral; he doesn’t have a preference.

if he’s giving, then he’s giving. at first, he wasn’t too good at it (you had to keep giving him pointers and tell him what you like and don’t like, but he has the basics down), but over time, he does get the hang of it. in short, his tongue has other uses than just rambling about statistics.

if he’s receiving, it is the hottest thing you have seen and heard. he gets so flushed in the cheeks and so sweaty, his hair starts to stick to his forehead as he’s panting. and the noises? the noises he produces makes you want to rut against the bed, the couch, his leg, wherever you can.

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

if he’s bottoming, he does like it when you go fast, especially if he’s pent up (and maybe has been edged for a while too). but if he’s on top, then he loves to go slow. although most of the time, he’ll go whatever pace you want him to go.

Q = quickies (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he doesn’t like quickies, especially early in your shared sexual life. he does prefer to take his time and not have any interruptions and the like, but quickies are bound to happen with how many cases there are.

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

this is a man of science we are talking about; of course he’s game to experiment in the bedroom. with his limited experience (especially with women), he doesn’t know exactly what he likes and doesn’t like. but as for risks, almost never. the closest he’ll probably get to fucking in public is in a motel/hotel. he doesn’t want to get caught in such a compromising position.

S = sexts (yes? no? pictures?)

he doesn’t really understand why people would sext when they could just A. say it to their partner directly or B. just call and listen to their voice. he understands why people send nudes even less; he doesn’t want to take pictures of himself in that way, or even risk sending them. the technophobia is real with this man.

T = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

doesn’t own any, but he isn’t vehemently opposed to using them (either on you or him) if you own some.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

spencer doesn’t really like to tease so much as he likes to be teased. it gets him all riled up, especially if you tease him in public. as long as the teasing is masked well, he’s all for it.

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

the way this man moans is symphonic, it’s mind boggling. he is loud, his noises can reverberate through the room. he doesn’t just moan, he’s got a whole arsenal of sounds; whimpers, whines, cries, etc.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

the first time he got hard in front of you was a complete accident and he was so embarrassed, rapidly spitting out apologies and slight self-deprecating comments. you tried to calm him down - which sort of worked, thankfully - and asked if he wanted help with it. the event didn’t escalate into full-on sex, but hands were enough for him and you both.

X = x-ray (dick size)

like him, his cock isn’t particularly girthy, but it’s long, definitely above average. in fact, it’s long enough that you could still feel the aftershocks of it even when it’s been a day.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

the man is so touch-starved that at this point, any form of intimacy would be near too much for him. so, his sex drive would probably be high, but he would still only be able to go maybe one or two rounds. later in your relationship, he might be able to go longer than that.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

spencer is the type of guy to feel sleepy after sex, even if he cane only once. the activity takes a lot out of him, but he would still prioritize you first before himself. after he does his whole aftercare routine, he’s out like a light. this could be different if he has a migraine, in which case he’ll probably be up for a couple more hours (yay insomnia).

[actual-greenninja]

The Hashira And how I think they will act as parents (PT 1?)

Rengoku/ Giyuu/ Sanemi/ x GN Reader (modern au)

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Synopsis: Basically what the title says, this is just a little brain rot, may or may not be trash. Just me talking about how I think they would be as parents, how many kids they would want, etc

Authors note: This was kinda hard because I've never written nor read any works of Giyuu so he might not be written too well :')

Note: NOT PROOF READ

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Rengoku🔥 (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

🧡 I see him wanting many children, not too many of course but quite a few! Maybe two like him and his brother, Senjuro. Or maybe even three or four, five if you will let him!

🧡 He wants to be a better father to his children than what his dad turned out to be after his mom passed away. Has nearly sworn off drinking when his first child was born because he didn't want to risk anything , poor thing :(

🧡 However you guys plan on having children doesn't really matter,he doesn't care of they aren't biologically his or not, he will love them!!

🧡 I see him having more sons than daughters, he wants to raise them up right to become good, decent men! And if he has a daughter he will teach his son's to protect her, even though he knows she will be more than capable to take care of herself. If they want to be demon slayers that's even better!

🧡 He tries his absolute best not to be too loud when he is holding his first baby, you have never seen him whisper the way he did when he held his first born.

🧡 Loves hearing his children play! And if he isn't busy he will join in and play along! Usually their games consist of Rengoku chasing them. Maybe he is a demon and they are demon slayers trying to fight him off, it's an adorable sight!

🧡 If he sees you playing with his children he will just sit back and watch for a little. Seeing his love playing with his children brings him so much warmth in his heart

🧡 You could say it sets his heart ablaze (insert laugh track)

🧡 He has a little bit of trouble saying no to his little kiddos. But he knows where to draw the line (some what atleast)

🧡Will randomly send you pictures of him and the kids (he does it shirtless when they're babies. Says they need skin to skin contact). Usually consists of both of them smiling, or watching TV or reading a book or Rengoku nibbling their cheeks.

🧡" Sweetheart! Look at our little sun flower! He's so focussed on the story book you got! And look! Whenever we get to the page talking about parents, he starts to laugh! *Chuckle* it seems he loves his parent as much as I do. Like father like son— huh?"

🧡 It's canon that Rengoku is half deaf and that is why he speaks so loudly, so I imagine his kids definitely gained a habit of yelling naturally when talking like their dad.

🧡Prefers to be called 'Papa' by his kids. I'm not sure why I just see it.

🧡His genes are strong. STRONG. All your kids (if biological) look exactly like him. Hair, eyes, smile and all. He finds it hilarious and will always mock you about it.

🧡Is there to EVERY game or concert, and if the school needs a chaperone he's your guy! Mom's love him, teachers love him, kids love him, even dad's love him. Who wouldn't?

🧡 As much as I praise him, like everyone he isn't perfect. Like I said, he has trouble saying no. But I also imagine that as much as he tries not to be like his dad, is how much he wants you to be like his mom, because he remembers her as such an amazing mother. So there is a bit of comparing but don't worry, he loves you for you!

🧡 Another thing about him being half deaf: hes off like a light when he's asleep. Baby is crying? Sucks to suck because 60 percent of the time he will sleep through it. But when he hears he will be the first one to check on your little one.

🧡Rengoku definitely will feel very hurt the first time his kid gets embarrassed of him. Like when they go through that "YOURE EMBARRASSING ME DAD!!" phase. Like, he will get so insecure and will feel like they don't love him anymore

🧡 "Sweetheart, do I talk too loud when I'm around their friends? Or do I make weird jokes? I thought saying "rizz" was cool??" Is what he will ask In the dead of night, and you will have to comfort him

🧡I imagine that Rengoku would love taking you and his kids camping and will make it a yearly tradition, even though it ends up a catastrophe every year.

🧡Over all a 9/10, amazing dad, had his flaws but honestly who doesn't?

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Giyuu 🌊 (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

🫐 He is okay with any amount of children you're comfortable with. He'd preferably want not too many, but also more than one, so two is a good number

🫐 Poor thing, the first time you told him you were pregnant he was completely emotionless for like two minutes, just staring at the ground. You were so scared but before you could speak he took your hand tightly and started sobbing. He was so happy he was gonna be the father of your baby :(

🫐 And if you told him you wanted to adopt he'd agree, showing support when you made the decision. But the moment he sees the child you're gonna adopt he feels tears stream down his face.

🫐 When he holds your baby for the first time, no matter how many babies you have he will never be use to holding them for the first time. He will be so gentle, whispering to them. He looks a little awkward but it's okay he's trying.

🫐 Faints the first time he sees a diaper. Why does it look like that? Why does it smell like that?! How do you put it on?! He was the youngest so he had no clue how to do this, but he'd learn for you and your baby.

🫐 "Darling! Darling! Please take the baby now!! He— he needs to be changed please!"

🫐"Giyuu I am at work what do you want me to do?!" -you guys when being new parents probably

🫐He's a very quick learner though so you won't have to worry. Soon he's working with the baby without breaking a sweat! You could even say he's a natural

🫐 He still can't handle things like puke and poops though. That's for sure, unfortunately.

🫐 When your kid is older he will definitely be at all the games, shows, recitals, whatever. But he isn't gonna be cheering loudly, he honestly justs blends into the crowd. But the moment your bundle of joy gets of stage he is congratulating them profusely.

🫐 Takes so many pictures of you and your baby. Has so many pictures, and sends it to all of his friend's (so like 3 people)

🫐 Doesn't embarrass your kids often, hes too rserved. But if a child even talks wrong to his baby, he will not hesitate to go up to them and give them a stern talking to, which may be a little embarrassing.

🫐If your kid likes to sing— He WILL sing along and take videos. But God forbid you take a video of him singing, he will chase you for your phone. He's a terrible singer, but he will do anything for your baby.

🫐 Will respect his kids boundaries. If they don't wanna hug in public, sure..he was the same at some point. He will feel a little hurt and go to you for reassuring, but he knows it's just a teenage thing.

🫐 Once tried to sound cool Infront of his kids friends but ended up looking kinda lame. TERRIBLE DAD JOKES AHEAD!!

🫐Tried making a dad joke with his kids friends, all of them stayed silent, so did he. The table was silent until one of them decided to change the subject. Giyuu has never known peace since.

🫐 Is a very light sleeper, some say he doesn't sleep so if his baby cries, he is the first to go and check on them.

🫐 He makes sure not to sound to negative about himself around his kids. He doesn't want them to end up with a mindset like his.

🫐 Do kids love him? Do parents love him? Do teachers love him? Nyeeehhhh. Quite frankly they forget he exists. He doesn't stand out, but atleast that means he doesn't do anything wrong.

🫐he has some flaws in his parenting unfortunately. You'd expect him to be stern, responsible parent but honestly he will let his kids get away with anything to 'help his chances of them liking him'.

🫐 Also something that isn't entirely his fault is that he is unintentionally emotionally distant as his kids get older. Like, he won't know how to comfort that well. But he will try his best. Nothing but the best for his kids.

🫐 Overall 8.5/10. Great dad, not extraordinary but still pretty amazing

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🌱 The moment you announce that you're pregnant he is crying and becoming a little frantic. The most stressed out of the three despite his usual nonchalant demeanour.

🌱 He is making sure that you are taken care of, making sure everything is ready for the pregnancy months before

🌱If you guys are adopting he is alot less frantic but still very on edge. Making sure the bedroom is ready. Making sure everything is baby proofed.

🌱 But the moment the baby enters your lives it's like all that stress melts away in the blink of an eye. When he takes the baby into his arms and holds it against his open chest he is whispering sweet nothings into the kids ear.

🌱 Like Giyuu, he can't handle poop or vomit. Especially vomit. The first time your baby threw up on him was on his chest, and unfortunately since he keeps his chest own it slid down to his stomach

🌱 He shrieked. Genuinely shrieked.

🌱 "HOLY SHI— SHHHH....." he is trying his best not to swear Infront of your kid. He doesn't want to be remembered by your baby as an angry man.he can't. He refuses to let that happen.

🌱 You know he is stressed. Very very stressed. He doesn't want to be like his dad, his abusive father that he could only remember beating him and his siblings. He wants to be better, he needs to be better. But this worry leads to him having many sleepless nights where you would comfort him, telling him that he will never be his father.

🌱 When your kid gets older he will definitely take part in any little games they want to play. And he gets a kick out of it when he's the villain, because trust me when I say he is a phenomenal villain for his kids

🌱 Speaking of "kids", he wants more than one, definitely. Atleast three, but if that's too much for you he won't mind at all! He is a Girl Dad™ , nothing will convince me otherwise.

🌱 If he has a kid that looks exactly like him then he will be very careful. His baby is the most pretty, handsome thing in the whole universe, so how can he nitpick his appearance when he knows he has the eyes, nose and hair of his baby?

🌱 Lets his kid trace his scars, wether it be with their fingers or with markers. It gives him a sense of purpose.

🌱 Will he be a chaperone? Hell no. He hates any kid that isn't his. Will he host birthday parties? Hell yes, if it's his kids. But don't expect him to make small talk with parents.

🌱 If his kid shows romantic interest in Giyuus child he will actually combust. He doesn't want to be overbearing but if Giyuus 'spawn' goes near his angel he wil be throwing hands (with Giyuu).

🌱 Speaking of which, when your kid has a crush he will try not to be mad and sad at the same time

🌱 "Oh? Someone has caught the eye of daddy's angel? Well that's... Nice. Who is this kid? Is he nice? What's his name? What does he say? Do you know his parents? You know daddy will always love you the most"

🌱 Gets (very) defensive of his kids. If he's at a parent teacher meeting and the teacher dares to say something like "your child is too (this)" or your child is too (that)" he will get very upset. But he knows when he's child is truly the problem and will sternly check them.

🌱 Takes pictures of your kid doing the dumbest things in the dumbest angles. Have you seen that one pic of a guy standing on a babies shoulders captioned "on baby"? That is what hed send.

🌱 "Hey, babe. Look at our little mochi. Our baby is just the cutest thing alive😊❤️" and it's a picture of your baby from that one angle from the top of its head making it look dumb.

🌱 I imagine Sanemi has a sweet tooth, meaning he has a stash of sweets somewhere and of course he will share with his babies! But only one or two, anymore and he'll start to get a bit cranky.

🌱 He gives his kids punishments like the naughty corner 😭 and will make them stay there for 10 minutes before taking them to their room and calmly telling them where they went wrong.

🌱goes it his kids games/events and cheers LOUDLY. Almost rivals Rengoku. He is yelling, cheering, even swearing but each time it gets to that level he is kicked out.

🌱 Sanemi has quite a few flaws to his parenting. He has a bit of a temper, and although he keeps it in check it's hard to do so when he just came back from work. He will apologize many many times if he gets too upset

🌱 overall 8.5/ 10. He's a good parent, and he tries his best

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Thanks for reading. Reblogs are appreciated. MIGHT make a part two with Tengen, Iguro and Gyomei

[luvs4jhutch]

Night calls.

Fanfic type: Smut One Shot

Word count: 1.2k+

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. calling names (baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, no penetration, jerking off and fingering. (I'M BAD AT WRITING ENDINGS).

Summary: You find yourself alone in bed, yearning for more attention from your partner, Mike, who works night shifts and is often too exhausted for intimacy. In your need you decide to call him and express your desires.

"Good night, kiddo," you said to Abby before turning off the light in her room. “Sleep tight” you added, and she returned a smile and a whispered “Goodnight.” You left, closing the door behind you, and headed to Mike's empty room. You turned the light on and fell into bed. Due to his night work, Mike had almost no time for you because when he returned from his shift, the only thing he wanted and needed was to sleep. And, of course you understood. The poor man had to stay up all night… but you wouldn't be lying if you said you needed more than just the kiss and hug that Mike gave you when he came back from that hellish job.

As you lay in bed, your mind racing with thoughts of need and desire and the lack of attention from Mike. You begin to fantasize about him, and you couldn't help but start to touch yourself. Your heart races as you imagine him kissing every part of your body. The more you think about it, the more you need it. You moan softly at your own touch, your fingers finding the spot that sends shivers down your spine. You need more; you need him. As you continue to touch yourself, you begin to massage your breasts, your hard nipples standing at attention against your palms.

Your need intensifies, and you close your eyes, imagining Mike's voice moaning and whimpering in pleasure. The sound of satisfaction that only he could provide. You need to hear those noises and feel him moving beneath you. And out of nowhere, an idea forms in your mind. You've never done anything like this before, but you need Mike's voice and his moans of desire.

"Should I call him?…" you ask to yourself, hesitating for a moment before picking up the phone. Your heart races as you dial Mike's work number, your fingers trembling slightly. He picks up with a "Hello?" through the phone line and you can't help but whimper his name.

You take a deep breath, your body tense with anticipation. "Mike," you whisper into the phone, voice shaky and needy, "I need you… I can't take it anymore." Your words are laced with desire, your voice shaking slightly. You need him; you need him to feel what you're feeling right now. You need him to know how empty you feel without him.

Mike is alone in his office, trying to focus on work but finding it increasingly difficult with your moans and pleas echoing in his ear. Mike's heart races as he hears your pleading voice over the phone line. His body responds instantly, growing hard beneath his desk. He tries to maintain control, but finds out that's almost impossible. "Baby, I can't come to you now…" Mike manages to say between gritted teeth. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, and he knows he needs release too. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't resist any longer. With a shaky hand, Mike begins to undo his pants, his mind filled with images of you: your moans, your needy voice, the way you've been touching yourself. He can't help but imagine himself inside you, feeling your warmth and tightness around him.

You're growing increasingly desperate, your need for him is overwhelming. "Mike, please," you whimper into the phone, your fingers moving faster against your sensitive nub. "I need you… here… now." Mike can't believe what he's saying, but he can't stop himself. "I want to feel you around my cock so bad." he groans into the phone. "You're such a dirty girl," Mike whispers, his fingers sliding against his slick skin. "I can't wait to feel you wrap those perfect lips around me." His hips jerk forward, mimicking the motion he wants to take inside you.

Your moans intensify, echoing through the phone lines. "Fuck, Mike… don't stop" you beg him, your fingers pinching at your swollen clit.

Mike's breath hitches at your words. "I won't," he promises, his voice rough with desire. "I want to bury myself deep inside you," he groans, imagining the tight heat surrounding him. "Feeling every inch of my cock stretching you out." Mike's hand moves faster, his cock leaking pre-cum. "God, I'm gonna fuck you so good," he growls into the phone. "m' gonna pound into that tight little pussy of yours until we both cum."

"Mike… please… fuck me," you beg, your fingers working even faster against your clit. Your hips lift off the bed slightly, seeking out the connection you crave. "I need you… inside me… now." Your moans become high-pitched whimpers as you imagine him filling you up. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, lost in the fantasy of him taking you roughly. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge; the need for release is overwhelming. "Mike… fuck… yes," you gasp, your fingers moving faster around your clit. "I need…" "What?" Mike asks, his voice thick with lust. He could almost feel your wetness on his fingers as he imagined pushing inside you. "Tell me what you need, baby."

"Mike, I need… I need your cock inside me," you moan, your fingers still working furiously against your clit. Your hips rock back and forth, seeking some sort of release from the overwhelming desire. "Please, please fuck me." The need for release growing more urgent. Your hips jerk up slightly, seeking out the connection you crave. "Please, Mike…"

"Fuck…" Mike groans, feeling his cock twitch in his hand. He can feel the familiar pressure building inside, threatening to explode. "Hold on, baby, just a little longer." "I'm… so close," you whimper, your hips rocking faster now. "Oh God, Mike…" you moan, your body tensing up as you feel the familiar rush of pleasure. "I'm going to cum…" Your fingers dig into your clit, urging it to climax. "Cum with me, baby" Mike growls, his hand moving faster. He could feel himself about to lose control, the pressure building inside. "Mike!" you moan his name again through the phone, your body shaking as you feel your orgasm wash over you. "Oh fuck… so good…" Your hips jerk up off the bed, your pussy clenches around your fingers. Mike's body tenses and his eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Ahhh… fuck!" he groans, his hand moving faster over his cock, tightening it. He can feel himself about to cum, the familiar heat and pressure building inside him. "Oh fuck, baby…" Mike groans, his voice raw with lust and desire. He can feel his cock throbbing in his hand. "I'm gonna cum…" His hips jerk forward, his hand moves faster.

You hear him moaning and panting through the phone, feeling his pleasure vibrate against your ear. Your fingers, still twitching from their own aftershocks, grip the phone tighter. "Mike… oh God… cum for me…"

"Ahhhh…!" He cries out, his cock pulsing in his hand, hot, thick cum shooting out over his fingers and onto his stomach. "Fuck…" He moans, his hips jerking again as the last few spasms of pleasure wash over him. You let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. The line goes quiet as both of you catch your breath, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. Finally, Mike chuckles softly, his breathing returning to normal. "That was… intense," he admits, his voice still heavy with lust. "Are you okay there, sweetheart?" You giggle softly, as saying a whispered "yes," feeling a wave of warmth spread through you. "I love you," you murmur, your heart fluttering in your chest. "Thank you."

"I love you too, sweetheart" he says back, feeling warmth in his chest.

As you drift off to sleep, your breathing grows deeper and more rhythmic. Mike can't help but smile at the phone. He's more than happy to keep the line open.

[jasmines-library]

Hey I don't know if you've ever done a Winchester!sister story with the sister being really young and also much younger then her brothers, so I don't know if you would be able to do this request for me but I really hope you can:)

Anyway the request is 2 year old reader wakes her brothers up by crying and they get up and find her in her crib her onsie pajamas buttons is open as if she tried to get rid of it and then when Dean picks her up he feels the heat radiating from her.

Both Dean and Sam know they have to take care of the situation. Dean takes her temperature, and they find out she is sick and they take care of her and so on and so on. This is just a type of summary so you can change things as much as you like. I love a good fluff and angst story;)

Loveee your writing and can't wait for this story❤️❤️❤️

Sick Bug

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Summary: When you wake up feeling sick, your big brothers are there to help make you feel better.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Sickness

Exciting sidenote: I am 2 followers away from 1K!!

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You were crying again. Poor baby had been restless all day, tossing and turning as if you were trying to escape a force that wasn’t there. At first your brothers thought you were just over tired: the three of you had been on the road all day. Travelling with a toddler was dangerous business, so Sam and Dean tried not to do it often, but with Cas MIA and Bobby out of town they were left with no choice.

They had lay you down to rest not too long ago, but you had been restless since then. You had protested being put to bed in the first place, clinging to Dean with your little hands but after some coaxing he had managed to get you to sleep. That and you were absolutely exhausted and struggling to keep your little eyes open.

Then your eyes had come flying open and your little whimpers filled the room. You were too hot and felt like you were going to suffocate as your squirmed, trying your unbutton your pyjamas. Your head ached and your sinuses were uncomfortably blocked, throwing you off balance.

Dean rose slowly from his slumber, altered by your cries. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he made his way to your crib where you were sat up trying to struggle out of your onesie. Sam rolled over to glance at your from his bed. He hadn’t really been sleeping, but seeing as Dean had made his way over to you he didn’t feel the need to.

“What’s the matter, huh sweetheart?” Dean frowned as he reached out to pick you up. Your arms reached out instinctively to grab him as you continued to cry.

The second you were in Deans arms he became increasingly worried about the warmth that radiated off of you and he shot a look to Sam who, at his brothers concerning lack of speech, clambered out of bed and moved cumbersomely towards you.

You buried your face into the crook of Deans’s neck trying to hide from the ache. His skin provided some relief and you sniffled. Dean further furrowed his brow. Your skin was hot. Too hot.

“Sweetheart?” Dean tried to coax your face away from his neck. He brushed away the stray hairs that your cold flush of sweat had plastered to the edge of your face before pressing his palm to your forehead. “She’s warm, Sammy.”

“You feeling poorly, kiddo?” Sam asked, taking you from Deans arms. You clung to him closely and nodded feebly.

Dean moved quickly towards the first aid kit, rummaging around for the thermometer as Sam bounced you up and down gently in his arms to try and soothe you a little. The eldest Winchester’s movements were somewhat panicked as he pulled out the glass cylinder.

“Alrighty sweetheart, open up.” He tried to persuade you to place the tube under your tongue. When you finally stopped trying to turn your tired face away and they had convinced you to hold it in your mouth for long enough, Sam pulled out to reveal that the line had skyrocketed to 101.

“Fever.” Sam confirmed, showing his brother the thermometer. He shifted you in his arms. “Explains why she can’t sleep.”

Suddenly you were overtaken by a fit of harsh, dry coughs that tore through you. Sam winced, rubbing you back gently.

“S’mmy…” you blubbered gripping his shirt tightly.

“Shh. It’s alright sweetheart we’ve got you.” Sammy moved over to the bed, still cradling you in his arms. He looked up at Dean. Realistically he knew that you would be fine, but he had never dealt with anything like this before and it worried him.

Dean on the other hand knew how to handle the situation. He had dealt with Sammy being ill plenty of times when he was younger. But when he looked at your flushed and sweaty cheeks and the way your body shivered ever so slightly, he couldn’t help but feel awful. As though he should have found someone to take care of you instead. But watching you curled up in his brother’s arms he realised he had more pressing matters to worry about.

Moving back to the first aid box, he pulled out a dose of medicine, cursing silently when you were overrun by another coughing fit. It was followed by another whimper. Sam slowly removed the outer layer of your onesie hoping that he could cool you down quicker. Still you clung to him closely, too young to understand that you might get him sick as you sniffled against him, but Sam didn’t care. He would risk being sick if it meant taking away your pain.

“Here we go sweetheart.” Dean wandered back over, a cool glass of water on one hand and a medicine in the other: one of those small sachets that they kept on hand in case of emergencies. “This will help you feel all better.” He promised.

Reaching out you held onto the cup, and with Deans help took a few sips. The icy water soothed the back of your throat and you sighed in content, setting back into Sam a little. It took a little more convincing for you to take the medicine. Tired and overwhelmed you had tried to refuse the bitter taste. But in the end Sam had promised you that you would feel much better if you took it, so reluctantly you let the liquid slide over your tongue.

It wasn’t long after that that you began to grow tired. Your little eyes struggled to stay awake as you lay curled up in Sam’s lap. Dean had perched beside him, watching shitty cartoons to help keep him awake so he could monitor your temperature in case you got any worse. Though as your ragged breaths evened out into tiny half-snores, the medicine seemed to be doing its job as your temperature seemed to slowly fall back down to a slightly more normal number.

At some point, Sam had also fallen asleep. Rubbing circles on your back and smoothing over your hair had lulled him into slumber. Dean smirked and pulled the bedcovers over the two of you. It looked like you weren’t going back to your bed tonight.

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[delcakoo]

Just thinking about having a sleepover with Niki and when the others come in to check on you guys, they see that Niki is spooning you with a tight hold and then when they are making breakfast, he’s back hugging you refusing to let go, not caring about the teasing his Hyungs are doing -🧋

love how we’re all in niki brainrot ,, ty for the req boba love hope u enjoy <3

9:18AM — sleeping over at your boyfriend’s dorm taught you that 1) he was not a morning person, and 2) you being next to him in bed seemed to make that fact even worse.

“jus’ a few more minutes baby, seriously,” riki mumbles into the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin softly. even his leg was wrapped tightly over yours, preventing you from any route of escaping his warm embrace.

you sigh. as much as you love the affection, you felt bad for the boys working hard outside to prepare a meal without you two. “we should go help them, c’mon.”

as if he was listening in on the conversation, sunghoon bursts in at that exact moment, clapping his hands annoyingly loud. “times up, kiddos! food’s almost ready and it’s your turn to help out,” he announces, ignoring how the male in bed lazily attempts to throw a pillow at his face. “and niki-ah, jay told you to leave the door open by at least 3 inches last night.”

all sunghoon gets in response is an annoyed groan as riki attempts to dig further under the sheets, only for you to sit up and throw them off him moments later.

“sorry, we’ll be there in a minute.” you smile awkwardly, elbowing your boyfriend as the elder wishes you a pitiful ‘good luck’ before heading to the kitchen.

luckily, it only takes a couple more promises of attention later and reminders of all the delicious food outside for riki to finally get up himself, adjusting his white tank top and tangled hair before following you out the door. the boys all coo at your entry and offer sweet welcomes and greetings — completely contrasting how niki only gets a few aggressive pats on the shoulder.

“hey y/n, wanna take a turn flipping these?” jungwon gestures to the pan cooking pancakes with a sleepy expression, offering you the spatula with a grin once you accept.

everything was going swiftly; the once empty plate next to the stove now containing a tower of buttermilk pancakes, as well as sunoo’s hashbrowns being halfway done. it was almost suspicious how riki had left you alone for more than five minutes, but your confusion quickly went down the drain as two sly arms wrapped around your waist with ease.

“do you need something?” you mumble, trying your best to wobble over to the cupboards and get the syrup despite having another human glued to your back.

riki scoffs, placing his chin on your shoulder. “i don’t need a reason to hold you.”

you catch sunoo and heeseung roll their eyes with a smile, the other boys working around the kitchen only taking glances in surprise — probably because it was rare for riki to show his affection so openly, but you suppose it’s because he’s still half asleep.

“what?” riki catches their lingering eyes, hands caressing your waist gently.

jake smiles like a proud mom in response. “you two are cute.”

“aw, did you want a hug too hyung?” the younger fakes a pout teasingly.

“nah, i have jungwonnie here to give me hugs!” before the poor leader could protest, he’d already been scooped into jake’s playful arms, whining in annoyance as laughter fills the dorm’s kitchen.

you pat riki’s arm, craning your neck up to meet his eyes with a content smile. “guess you’re stuck to hugging me.”

“i think i can live with that.”

[orthopunkfox]

My great gran made this quilt for me when I was small. The front is a patchwork of heavy cotton cloth while the back is light canvas. It was designed "for little people and their big messes" as my gran used to say, designed to be durable and easy to clean. It was also designed to be put in the fridge or freezer to make it cold. The cool weight often brought much needed relief to a sickly kiddo who battled frequent ear and lung infections with raging fever. I wrapped myself in it in cold nights, held it tight when I was sad, been sick on it when I had stomach flu. It's served as cape, picnic blanket, and camp sleeping bag. It has never once torn nor frayed. I wrapped my oldest child in it when he was sick with croup. Just today, my youngest wiped his jelly-covered face on it. My gran definitely knew what she was doing and made this quilt to last as long as her legacy.

My gran was not a wealthy woman. She grew up very poor, lived fairly poor, and died only slightly less poor. But she took care of the people in her sphere of influence. There was a home for orphaned and troubled boys near her house on Morris Street. Every Christmas she would invite the boys who had no home to her house for a home cooked meal (complete with pie), and a stocking for each which included chocolate, a small toy or game and a piece of citrus fruit they didn't normally get. Her favourite saying was "there's always room for one more at the table, we can add one more potato to the soup, the gravy can be watered down a little more."

I don't think she ever knew the great many lives she touched, not how great an affect she had on people. I think she would've been embarrassed to know. She was a modest woman and just as soon forget her good deeds. But the people she blessed never forgot.

At her funeral dozens and dozens of men came to pay their respects. None of my family knew their names or had ever seen them before. One by one they began to introduce themselves and a story began to piece together. The home had closed decades ago and the boys had grown up, some had left the state. But when one of them found out about my gran's death, they mustered themselves and came from all over. They were her Christmas Boys and they had come to see her one last time.

[a-living-canvas]

CW : Nonverbal Whumpee

Decay

"Behave yourself, Whumpee."

Whumper said before leaving Whumpee alone with his henchman. Whumpee just nodded, looking at Henchman with hopeful eyes. Wishing that he wouldn't treat them like Whumper did.

"What is it, little one?"

Henchman asked, chuckling softly as he ruffled Whumpee's hair. Whumpee just smiled, feeling a bit better with him. Maybe if they were being really nice to Henchman, he would help them get away from Whumper? Whumpee could tell they were a nice person. 

Henchman crouched down in front of them, tugging their lips opened with his thumb. He shook his head in sympathy. "He really did cut your tongue, huh?"

Whumpee nodded, watching Henchman stand up straight again. "Poor kiddo. Do you want to eat? Or do you want to take a nap?"

Whumpee reached for their pen and paper, scribbling down their answer. 

I have eaten with my Master earlier. He never let me take a nap, though.

Henchman chuckled. "Don't worry, kiddo. You can take a nap as long as you want." 

Whumpee beamed up as they followed Henchman to Whumper's bedroom. He tucked them in and ruffled their hair for the last time before walking out of the room. Whumpee curled up in the blanket as their eyes drooping low, drifting them off to their slumber.

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"Whumpee, little one, wake up…"

Henchman gently shook Whumpee's shoulder, watching as they stirred up from their sleep. Whumpee looked at Henchman in confusion but before they could say anything, Henchman pulled the blanket off of them, signalling them to get up.

Whumpee just obeyed, still in their drowsy state as they rubbed their sleepy eyes. Henchman brought them to the one corner in the house, where they could see Whumper's ceramic vase. Specifically a gift from his mother.

Henchman pushed Whumpee's forward, looking at them with a stern expression. "Break the vase."

He ordered and Whumpee could feel blood drained from their faces. They quickly shook their heads, not wanting to be punished by Whumper.

Henchman crossed his arms. "Do it, now."

Whumpee backed away, making Henchman got furious as he pushed them again roughly and took their hands from behind. He guided their fingers to grab the vase and Whumpee instantly let out incoherent mumbles with their desperate voice. 

Henchman squeezed their hands tightly. "Stop saying nonsense and break the vase!"

Whumpee shook their heads repeatedly, tears were streaming down their faces. When they finally grabbed the vase, Henchman pulled them to step back a little, positioning the vase to be directly above the floor. Henchman gripped their shoulders, not allowing them to move.

"Let it go."

He ordered. Whumpee was doing their best to hold the vase, to prevent it from falling. But they were sweating bullets, their palms felt slippery against the ceramic surface.

Please don't let me do this, please don't let me do this, please don't let me do this

They couldn't do it anymore. The vase finally slipping away from their hands and crashed to the floor in a thousand pieces. Whumpee's sobbing got louder. They were so afraid of what would happen if Whumper found out.

Henchman was just smirking down at them. He leaned in closer and reassured them in mock-sympathy.

"Aww, look at what you've done. Whumper would be sooo mad at you…!"

Henchman laughed loudly, leaving Whumpee alone as they stared at the remaining pieces of the vase.

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Whumpee wrote down their apology letter to Whumper, telling him that Henchman was the one who forced them to break the vase. They hoped Whumper would understand and believe them. They just needed to greet Whumper first before Henchman did. They would make sure Henchman got what he deserved.

As they were busy with their letter, Henchman put down a glass of milk on the table. A look of betrayal was clear on Whumpee's face as they looked up at Henchman.

But Henchman just feigned innocence, pushing the milk towards them. "Drink it. You must be thirsty after all that crying." He chuckled.

Whumpee pondered for a moment. They did feel thirsty, and it's been such a long time since Whumper gave them sweet drinks. Whumpee wrapped their fingers around the glass and slowly lifting it up to drink the milk. Henchman left the room and Whumpee continued doing their work. 

They kept writing and writing until they suddenly yawned, feeling awfully sleepy. They tried rubbing their eyes but they just kept nodding off on their seats. 

Whumpee rested their heads on the table, closing their eyes to sleep for a few minutes.

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Whumpee jolted awake as they heard a sound of the door being slammed. They saw Whumper on the doorway, eyes full with rage glaring down at them. Whumpee's eyes widened, scared of seeing Whumper like that when they saw Henchman stood behind him, smiling devilishly.

Oh no, he did not—

Whumpee panicked, searching for their apology letter when suddenly Whumper grabbed a fistful of their hair, rising them to stand on their feet. With gritted teeth, Whumper spat out. "Henchman told me everything."

Whumpee could hear the sound of their heart beating so loudly to the point it hurts. To the point everything was hurting so much they barely could function anymore.

They tried to speak, desperately trying even though it came out as whimpers and whines. Whumper sighed in frustration, dragging them by their hair as their body slid across the floor to the basement.

"I told you again and again, don't touch that vase!"

Whumper unlocked the basement door, throwing Whumpee in and walked slowly towards them who immediately scurried away to the wall. He narrowed his eyes at them before grabbing one of his tools. "Give me those naughty hands."

Whumpee's eyes widened and they immediately hid their hands behind their back. Their fingers trembling and they silently pleading that Whumper would have some mercy on them.

Whumper frowned, taking a step closer that made Whumpee flinched. "If you don't obey, I will cut off your legs too."

Whumpee got more scared and panicked hearing that. They held out their hands slowly and hesitantly to Whumper. Whumper sighed softly, rubbing their tears with his thumbs.

"This will teach you a lesson."

~

Part 2

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

[heavenlytouches]

Logan Howlett- NSFW! alphabet

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Wolverine NSFW! alphabet for my thirsty souls <3

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Logan Howlett

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Logan would either be very affectionate because he does not want you to feel used, and he wants to stay as near to you as possible

Or he would just wrap his arm around you and dive into sleep (poor man would be too weary to keep his eyes open)

No matter what, he would crush you with his warm and soft body

"You were great kiddo, great-"

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part are his muscles; cut off my arm if I'm wrong, but I'm sure THE MAN enjoys how strong he is

Logan absolutely loves how he can pick you up easily and give you everything you need at the moment

His favorite part of your body is your skin. It's far softer than his large callused working hands, your flesh feels soft in his hands, and he can mark every part of you as his

"Damn it... you're perfect"

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's be honest: he IS wild, regardless of what others say. He would love to paint you in white and watch his cum leak down your smooth, flawless skin

His go-to would be your soft tummy or chest, watching it slowly drip down your curves, his hazel eyes fixated on you

But if you're into something else, I'm sure he would give it a try

"So beautiful like ths, look at you baby.."

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Something tells me he would have a strong size kink- just looking at you below (or on top) of him, smaller and delicate would get him going

The way his big hands wrap around your smaller waist, pulling you closer, meeting his thrusts

He would also adore holding you in the air, pushing into you, watching your small frame above him, slowing down not to break you like a delicate piece of porcelain

"Shhh shh, you can take it dear."

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, have you SEEN THIS MAN, he knows how to please

He would talk you through it, exploring with you what pleases you the most

Every small move and noise you make would not go unnoticed by him, making a mental note what you like the most

Logan would concentrate on your pleasure first

"Feels good, huh?"

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like he is a simple man, missionary would be his way to go

Like I said, Logan would focus on your pleasure first, he wants to hear you, see your face twisted in pleasure, feel you close

If he would feel like getting extra, Logan would raise your leg over his shoulder, going deeper and hitting every perfect spot at a new angle

"Shit baby, that's great.. let me hear you"

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Logan is either serious, sarcastic or grumpy (he would be serious)

Maybe would crack a joke or two if he saw you getting nervous

He would be more serious, praising you instead and complimenting every single thing you do, sex is a serious thing for him, intimate and loving- he would keep the atmosphere perfect

"I love you, fuck I love you."

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Let's just say, body hair doesn't matter to him, yours or his own

He takes care of himself but don't expect him to be fully clean-shaved down there

But if you prefered him clean shaved- no problem, like I said, it's no big deal for him

His happy trail stays tho ;)

"Like what you see, hm?"

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves to praise and be praised, soft touches all around

Logan is a man, A REAL MAN and he would treat you like one, careful not to break you

Not into candles and rose petals but he would relax you with his words, trailing his fingers down your body, every now and then dropping a compliment only you could hear

"Shit, that's perfect, just like that angel~"

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Logan masurbates but not for pleasure, he does it only for release

He doesn't really enjoys it, he prefers your small and soft hands on him, making his body tingle

If it's been a long day of teasing, unholy thoughts or else- he would do it quickly in shower and not make a big deal out of it

"Damn this teenage-boy shit"

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Besides size kink he would seems like a guy who would enjoy cockwarming

Just sit on his warm lap, your smaller thighs over his toned ones and let him enter you, filling you up so perfectly you have to gasp and take a moment to calm yourself down

His head would fall back, soft strands falling on his face, taking a deep breath

Logan would love to hold your small form on his body, drawing small shapes on your back and every now and then moving on purpose inside you just to see you squirm

"You are so warm sweetie, just stay a little longer please-"

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Your/his place. No questions asked

Bathroom, against the wall, bed- anywhere but as long as it's inside

Logan loves you, he is your man and he doesn't want to share, he doesn't like doing it in public, he hates the posibility of people seeing you naked or you two getting caught

However, he would secretly love to do it against the wall, holding you in his warm arms, showing you how strong he actually is

"Come to bed kiddo, come"

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is a touchy man, sit on his lap and stir a little- there he goes

If you bumped your bottom on his crotch, it would be the death of him, already imagining your soft flesh in his big hands

Just climb on him and he's done, slowly lowering you to kiss him, moving his hands all over your smaller frame

"What do you think you're doing, hm?"

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Logan doesn't like sharing

You are precious in his eyes and he has eyes for you and you only

He is really jealous so sharing you with somebody would make him sad/pissed off

He would feel like he's not good enough for you, probably blaming his mutant genes for it, thinking you see him as a freak

He also wouldn't hurt you in any possible way, acting like you will break in his hands- so knife play, blood play etc is a no no

"I'll take care of you, just hush baby"

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both, giving and receiving

Logan would love to please you, hungry for your juices, holding you on his face with his strong hands wrapped around your thighs

Your hand in his hair while he's pleasing you, tugging gently or playing with his locks- he's coming undone

When you offer to suck him off he would look at you wide eyed, his hazel eyes glowing, nodding softly with small moans and quiet string of praises

Hear me out, Logan is a man who intertwines hands while going down on you, holding you close

"A-ahh love, that's it, just there-"

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends, usually Logan is slow and sensual, burrying himself deep into you, enjoying how tight you are around him

Praising you in between puffs of air and groans, speeding up when he's close, dipping down to kiss you

If he really needs it, desires you or just needs a qucik release he would go rough and deep, shaking the whole bed under you

Hissing and gently biting your neck, throwing his head back as he finishes, his claws coming out from his knuckles, pushing into mattress

"S-shhh, I'll be gentle, I promise"

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He could do quickies, but he wouldn't like them as much

Logan needs time to please you, feel you under his fingers and hear your beautiful noises

He would rather wait to get some privacy and tme than just pulling you into a random spot and doing it

He loves hard and loves properly

"Just wait a bit dear, I promise I'll make it up to you"

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said, he's not all crazy about getting caught pants down and all

Logan likes to play it safe with positions and locations, he may try some things just to please you or see how it works out

If he doesn't like it he will tell you, communication is the key

He just wants you to be comfortable around him (or under him)

"Are you okay? Sure? Just asking, love"

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I mean, he's a mutant- a super strong one

He can go for a long time, wrecking your world all around until you feel your legs shaking around him

He can also go multiple rounds, just praise him to keep going and he will give you everything he can

Even if tired, Logan has a way better stamina than an ordinary man

"Care for another one, hm?"

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Logan keeps it traditional, pleasuring you way better than any toy ever could

His long and thick fingers curving inside you, his hungry licks and his big member hitting all the perfect spots in your body making you scream in pleasure

He could try if you want to as long as you don't use it on him (he's a manly man, come on)

"Am I not enough, hm? Is that?"

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Logan.is.a.tease.

Coming behind you and tickling you, slapping your behind now and then. gently pushing your head down when you're around him...

He loves to tease you and see how you respond, bratty, shy, teasing back- he loves it

Logan always finds a way to tease you- touching you now and then or just simply walking around shirtless flexing his muscles

"Awww don't pout at me love, I can't help it."

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Logan is a vocal man, he either straight up moans and whimpers or he hisses and growls

His sounds get louder and louder when he's getting close to climax

In between moans and growls he praises the sh- out of you, how perfect you are, how beautiful, how good for him..

When he gets to climax, his muscles tensing, a small crack in his voice as he moans loudly and shoots his claws in pleasure, puncturing the bed under him

"A-ahh shit, w-what are you doing to me-"

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Logan is all crazy for soft touches during it

He loves to hold your hand or gently cup your cheeks, making you look at him, smiling at you

He would melt in an instant if you pushed your nails across his scalp, tangling in his soft locks

"Shhh I'm here, you're so so tight babe"

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I feel like he would be big, Larger than average for sure

Logan is a big and tall man, every meaning of those words

He's large and thick, perfect to stretch out your soft walls, making you cockdrunk in an instant

"Don't worry babe, we'll make it fit."

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's ready to do it whenever but he won't pressure you

Logan loves you and desires you, you are his everything

He is super respectable as always- a gentleman

"Now? I was just thinking the same~"

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep first, to make sure you're okay and safe

No matter how long it takes, Logan will stay awake keeping you safe and sound, warm at his side

"You are amazing dear, gosh, you're so good for me"

Phewww, this is a long one, but I really like Logan. This was filth; I hope you enjoyed it, hungry lovelies! I can create more Logan-related content; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[reidsmouthbabys48]

I don't wanna wait

Summary: spencer starts to get needy for you during a case and the team picks up on it, you get tired of it so when you get to the room you give him what he wants.

Warnings: sub!spencer, fem!dom!reader, mommy kink, innocence kink, unprotected s3x, oral (f reciving), spanking, overestimulation, honestly idk what else.

18+ minors do not interact (unless you do idgaf)

You are standing by the shitty coffee machine at the Atlanta Police station, this case has been rough on everyone and Spencer's getting needy, we haven't been able to play for a week because of work.

"Y/n?" Emily says startling you out of your thoughts, you turn around and grab the now full coffee mug then turn back to her raising your eyebrows "emily?" You say in the same tone.

"What's up with spencer? he's been snappy all day and he's following you around like a lost puppy" she says and you resist rolling your eyes because you know someone would notice, I'll just lie you think opening your mouth to say something but spencer interrupts "Hey guys" he says looking at you with a glint of desire flashing in his eyes.

"Spence I need to talk to you, now." You say seting your coffee down and dragging him into the family bathroom.

"What is it?" He says looking at your lips and you roll your eyes and roughly push him into the door, he whimpers.

"Look baby I know it's been a rough week and I know how desperate you are, but you can't be a little slut infront of our team," you start, you grab his chin and move your hand down to his throat, squeezing Slightly and he bites his bottom lip to suppress the whines and whimpers threatening to spill from his plump pink lips, you move your lips to his ear "I'll give you what you want when we get to the hotel but I'm gonna punish you for being a needy little slut infront of the team, ok baby boy?" You whisper, you move your lips down to his neck kissing it gently.

"Y-yes mommy" he whimpers as you let go of his throat and move away completely.

"Fix yourself baby we have a job we're supposed to be doing" you say fixing your hair and walking out of the bathroom and back to your coffee, Emily is still standing there but she's scrolling throuher phone.

"I'm back sorry I just wanted to know what's going on with him, turns out his mom's meds aren't working how they are supposed to and her schizophrenia is getting worse, it's messing with his head" You lie, it's not entirely a lie but it's a lie, you can't just say 'oh yea me and boy genius have been fucking and we haven't been able to for a week because of this case so he's sexually frustrated' well you could say that but told rather not be lectured by hotch and potentially lose your job.

"Oh that poor kid" she says as he walks out of the bathroom, I give him a once over and he looks good, his hairs a little messy and his cheeks are flushed but other than that you can't tell he was just hard as a rock because his girlfriend said she'd punish him.

"Sorry about your mom kiddo" Emily say walking to him and patting him on the shoulder. You hold back a chuckle when he shoots you a confused look.

Its been 10 hours of back to back false information and pointless searching and you are exhausted.

"Ok we have to pair up for tonight but everyone go get some sleep and we will continue in the morning." Hotch says rubbing his temples.

"I call jj" Emily says and everyone laughs "I call boy genius over here" I say, hotch nods and we all walk out of the station and head to the hotel.

"I don't know about tou Spence but I need a bottle of vodka and a really hot bath" you say rubbing your eyes as you put the key in the door. Once you get I. The room you throw your stuff on the extra bed and take your clothes of so you're only in your bra and underwear

"Theres liquor store across the street you want me to get you something?" He asks with a slight blush on his face, his eyes wander your body like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"No baby there's probably something in the mini fridge and I'll drink later, but right now..." You say walking towards him slowly and wrapping your arms around his neck "I'm going bend you over my lap and spank you for being such a needy slut today, does that sound good baby?" You ask and he nods, you grab his throat squeezing it, he moans and you feel it vibrate against your hand.

"Words pup, how long do you have to do this to remember simple rules?" You tsk and he whimpers.

"I-im Sorry mommy I'll use m-my words I promise" he moans gasping, you release your grip on his throat and he inhales quickly.

"Good boy" you say and you lead him to the middle of the room then you tell him to strip, he strips to nothing but his boxers and gets on his knees infront of you and you smirk, "such and eager little slut" you say and he nods.

You move to sit on the edge of the the bed, "crawl to me baby" you say and he does exactly that, his ass sways as he crawls to there you are, sitting inbetween your legs "God you are such a good boy" you say and he smiles at you.

"Now Stand up and bend over my lap" you say your voice laced with dominance, he whimpers and stands up, he lays himself over your lap and you feel his dick twitch against your thigh, you let out sympathetic laugh.

"Do you really want all of the people you work with know that you're a submissive little slut who can't last a day without being fucked?" You ask pulling his hair, he moans loudly.

"N-no mommy I dont" he whines as you let go of his hair. "Ten strikes and I want you to count them, ok?" You ask, "yes mommy" he says moving his body forward to get friction on his aching cock, your hand comes down on his ass, not light but not to hard.

"One" he moans out, and your hand comes down again, causing him to jolt forward his dick rubbing onto tour leg.

"Holy fuck, T-two" he moans and you smile slapping his ass in two quick movements.

"T-three, four" he says his eyes brimming with tears. Your hand comes down on his ass again and he chokes out a strangled moan.

"Fuck, Five" he whines, you squeeze his ass gently and he hisses at the pain, you slap it again.

"S-six" he cries his dick rubbing onto you leg with every slap, the pleasure is to much, he's already so. Lose and you can tell.

Two more slaps. "Seven, e-eight" Spencer sobs and you stop.

"You ok baby, we can stop if it's to much-"

"No, dont stop" he practically yells and you smile. You slap his ass two more times and he moans out brokenly

"N-nine, Ten" he says and you pull his boxers down revealing his red ass, he's so pretty, all of him. "Good boy baby, you can come if you want" you say softly, carding your hands through his hair. He sits up abruptly and moves Back to where he was before his punishment.

"No, I wanna make you cum, mommy please can i-" he starts but he stops himself and looks down, his face is eye level with your underwear, he looks back up at you with pleading eyes.

"Please what baby?" You ask, you know what he wants, but he knows he has to tell you what he wants.

"S-sit on my face, please I wanna taste you, I wanna make you feel good mommy please let me make you feel good" he rambles still looking at you, his eyes are glazed over with unshed tears, he's so beautiful.

"Ok have at it baby" you say, the licks you over the material of your underwear, you moan and grab his hair, tugging on it, pulling his head away from your pussy, he moans and looks up at you.

"Lay on the bed with your head on the pillow" you tell him, releasing your grip on his hair, as soon as you do he stands up and climbs onto the bed, so obedient.

You take off your bra and underwear and walk to the side of the bed, moving to straddle his face, he doesn't give you a change to sit, he grabs your thighs and pushes you onto his face, he licks up and down your slit, moving to your cunt, he sucks on it and a loud moan escapes your lips.

He continues to lick your pussyand he lifts his fingers to your mouth, you instantly open it and he moans at the feeling of your warm mouth on his fingers, the vibrations of his constant moans against your clit has your eyes rolling into the back of your head you open your mouth and spencer removes his fingers and slowly pushes one inside of you, you moan at the intrusion and he moans also.

You feel the warm familiar bubble in your stomach "Spencer, I'm c-close" you moan and he adds the other finger moving both his tounge and his fingers at a faster pace pushing you into your orgasm. He reaches his at the same time moaning and whimpering against you.

He licks up your cum moving his tounge around you and you moan "I need you in me. Now." You say and he moans against your clit again, you move away from his face and he whimpers, you take a second to admire him, his face is flushed, his lips and chin are soaked with your juices, his dick hardening quickly. You grab it and slowly slide yourself onto him you both moan in unison, it doesn't take much for you both to reach your second orgasm.

You lay next to him panting, "that was amazing" he said and you nod leaning over to kiss him.

"You wanna take a bath with me?" You ask and he nods.

[morgana-larkin]

Hello, I was reading “you got a friend in me” and I was wondering if you can make a part two. I’d love to see more of Mel and Alison…

Hi anon! Ask and receive! I’m so glad you liked it enough to want a part 2! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I finished prettying up my masterlist so feel free to check it out!

You Got A Friend In Me - Part 2

Warnings: Lots of fluff of Mel with a kid

Words: 4.1k

“Ok little eagles, I’ll give you the rest of the class to work on whatever you want.” Melissa says and then goes to sit down at her desk while the students either pick out a book, homework or something random to do for half an hour. Alison suddenly gets up and walks over to Melissa.

“Ms. Schemmenti.” She says and Melissa looks up and smiles at her.

“What’s up kiddo?” She says to her.

“I don’t feel good.” Alison tells her and Melissa immediately feels her forehead.

“Hmm, you do seem a bit hot.” Melissa says. “Ok class, stay here and just keep doing what you’re doing.” Melissa tells them all. She returns back with Jacob a minute later. “I just need you to watch them while I bring Alison to the nurse.” She tells him and he nods. “Ok kiddo, let’s go.” Melissa tells Alison and then goes to bring her to the nurse.

At the nurses office, the nurse checks her temperature and checks boxes for any other symptoms she has.

“Well it seems like the start of the flu.” The nurse tells Melissa and Melissa sighs. “Here’s some children’s medicine that you can give her every 4 hours.”

“Ok thank you.” Melissa tells her and takes the medicine, and the nurse goes back to her desk.

“What are we going to do? My mom is at work.” Alison tells Melissa and Melissa runs a hand through her hair and thinks about it.

“I think you’ll have to stay in my classroom hon.” She tells her and then helps her down from the table. “You can stay on the bean bags though. And I’ll tell your art and gym teacher that you’re staying with me for the rest of the day ok?” Melissa tells her and she nods before Melissa holds her hand and walks back to the classroom. “I’ll also text your mom to let her know what’s going on.” Melissa says as they reach the classroom. “Alright Jacob we’re back, you can leave now.” She tells him and he turns around and looks at them.

“Everything all good though?” He asks.

“She has the flu actually.” She says and Alison leans on Melissa a little bit.

“Aw poor kid.” He says.

“Can you actually let the gym and art teacher know that she’ll be staying with me today due to the flu?” She asks him and he nods.

“I’ll go do that right now.” He says and then leaves.

“Ok kiddo, you can go to the carpet or a bean bag chair.” Melissa says and Alison slowly walks to the back of the classroom. Melissa then texts you to let you know that your daughter has the flu and that Alison is staying in her classroom. Melissa gets Alison to stay in the classroom while she brings her students to gym class and comes back 5 minutes later. “Do you need anything hon?” She asks Alison as she walks up to her.

“I don’t feel good.” Alison says with a pout and Melissa joins her on the bean bag and wraps an arm around her. Alison leans into her and snuggles on her. Alison falls asleep a few minutes later and that’s when Melissa gets a call. She looks at her phone and sees you’re calling her. She picks it up and speaks quietly, trying not to wake your sleeping daughter.

“Hey, I just saw your text, is Alison ok?” You ask and you sound like you’re walking somewhere.

“Ya, she’s fine. The nurse says she has the flu, I’m keeping her in my classroom and she’s asleep on me right now.” Melissa tells you and you smile softly.

“You’re so good with her.” You say and Melissa can tell you’re smiling even though she can’t see you.

“She’s an amazing kid.” Melissa says and starts stroking Alison’s hair. Alison wakes up a couple minutes later and you’re still talking with Melissa.

“Is that my mom you’re talking with?” Alison says and Melissa nods.

“Wanna say hi?” Melissa asks her and she nods. Melissa hands her phone to Alison.

“Hi mom.” Alison says groggily, from sleep and from getting a sore throat.

“Hi sweetheart, heard you’re not feeling good.” You tell her.

“No, I don’t like it.” She tells you and you smile.

“Ya, being sick does that.” You say. “I’ll take tomorrow off so you can stay home but I need you to power through today, ok?” You ask her.

“Ok, I think I can make it through today. Especially since Melissa is taking care of me.” Alison says.

“I heard.” You tell her with a soft smile. “Can you put me on speaker sweetheart.” You tell her and she immediately does that.

“You’re on speaker mom.” She tells you.

“Ok Melissa, I’ve told my boss that I’m taking tomorrow off but I can’t take the rest of today off as I have an important meeting that I can’t miss in an hour.” You tell her.

“That’s ok, I’ll just continue taking care of her here until you can pick her up.”

“I might be late picking her up as well.” You tell her.

“I can bring Alison home with me if that’s ok with you. Might be better for her to be there instead of at school.” Melissa suggests.

“If that’s alright with Alison.” You say.

“That’s ok with me mom.” Alison tells you.

“Ok listen to Melissa sweetheart… alright I’ll be right there Greg… I got to go but I’ll see you both later. Love you both, bye.” You tell them.

“Bye mom.”

“Bye hon.” Melissa says before the call is disconnected.

“Why didn’t you tell my mom you love her back?” Alison asks Melissa.

“Because she was in a hurry. I don’t think your mom realised what she said as well, we actually haven’t told each other yet.” Melissa explains.

“But mom just told you. Do you love my mom?” Alison asks her.

“I do, very much.” Melissa tells her with a smile.

An hour and a half later, the bell rings for lunch and Melissa wakes Alison up while everyone else gets in line.

“Hey hon, it’s lunch time and probably a good idea for you to eat something.” Melissa says to her and Alison shakes her head.

“Don’t want to be in the cafeteria with everyone.” Alison says.

“Ok how about I bring you to the teachers lounge and I’ll split my leftover lasagna with you.” Melissa says and Alison smiles.

“Your lasagna is my favourite.” Alison says before getting off the bean bag and going to the very end of the line.

Melissa drops her students off and then heads to the teachers lounge while holding Alison’s hand.

“One sec, I’ll just bring a chair over.” Melissa says and lets go of her hand and brings an extra chair to the table that she sits at with Barb. Alison gets on the chair while Melissa heats up the leftover lasagna. She puts it in the microwave when everyone comes in to the lounge.

“Alison, sweetie, what are you doing here?” Barb says when she sees her.

“I don’t feel good.” Alison says before placing her head on the table.

“She has the flu, so I’m taking care of her for the day as Y/n can’t take the rest of the day off.” Melissa explains to Barb and then walks over to Alison as the lasagna is heating up. She moves a few loose hair strands out of Alison’s face before she bends down to be face to face with Alison. “How are you feeling, hon?” Melissa asks her softly.

“Still the same.” Alison responds with.

“The same huh. Well maybe you’ll feel better after getting some food in your stomach.” She says and if on cue, the microwave beeps. Melissa gets up and takes the lasagna out before putting half on a plate. She gets a fork for Alison before placing it in front of her. She then goes to take a seat in her chair and starts eating. Alison slowly lifts her head up and starts eating. Alison takes a few bites before she puts the fork down. “You should eat some more, to keep your strength up.”

“Not hungry.” Alison says to her.

“How about a few more bites and then you can be done?” Melissa says, wanting her to eat more.

“Not hungry.” Is all Alison says and crosses her arms.

“If you don’t eat now then you’ll be hungry later.” Melissa says.

“But right now is not later. Right now I’m not hungry.” Alison says a bit grumpily. Before Melissa can say anything else, her phone rings and she sees it’s you calling her.

“Hey Y/n.”

“Hey Melissa, I only have a couple of minutes before I have to go back to the meeting but I wanted to let you know that my boss wants me to stay for an hour longer since I won’t be here tomorrow. Are you ok with looking after Alison for that long? I can always get a babysitter if it’s not ok.” You ask her.

“Ya of course I can look after her for that long. Although at the moment your little grumpy bear is on a food strike.” Melissa tells you and you chuckle.

“Ya her appetite decreases a lot when she’s sick. I’ll feed her later tonight if she’s not hungry right now.” You say to her. “I have to go back but I’ll see you later today. Bye.” You tell her.

“Bye Y/n.” She tells you before the call ends. “Ok your mom confirmed that you have a small appetite when sick so how about one more bite and then I won’t bug you about it again?” Melissa compromises with her.

“Just one more?” Alison asks and Melissa nods. “Fine.” She says and then takes another bite.

“There we go, good job kiddo.” Melissa says. “By the way your mom called to say that she is being asked to stay for an extra hour since she’s taking tomorrow off. So you’ll stay at my house for an hour.” Melissa tells her and Alison nods.

“I like your house, I feel comfortable there.” Alison says and Melissa smiles. “Although the plastic is a bit uncomfortable to sit on.” She adds.

“Well how about you help me take it off when you come to my place?” Melissa says and Alison nods.

“Ok.” Alison agrees and then looks at her hands. “Melissa?”

“Ya hon?”

“Can I sit on your lap?” Alison says, a little embarrassed.

“Of course, come here.” Melissa immediately replies with. Alison gets up and walks the couple steps over to Melissa. Melissa then picks her up and places her on her lap. Alison leans on her and nuzzles her head in Melissa’s neck. Melissa then continues eating and talking with Barb, even with Alison on her lap. Alison drifts off to sleep while listening to Melissa’s heartbeat and voice and that’s when Melissa stops talking and starts stroking her head. “Everyone quiet down, she’s asleep.” Melissa tells the trio and they all stop talking and look in Melissa’s direction.

“Aww.” Janine and Jacob say in unison.

“She looks comfy on your lap.” Jacob says to her.

“Ya she does.” Melissa says and smiles softly.

“You seem happy with her on your lap.” Barb tells her and Melissa looks at her.

“Well you know that I wanted a child with Joe but it never happened.” Melissa tells her and Barb nods.

“Maybe Alison can be the child that you never got to have.” Barb tells her and a tear rolls down Melissa’s cheek.

“I would like that, I love this kid and I’m in love with her mom.” Melissa tells Barb and the trio is listening with smiles on their faces. “Barb, I’m scared I could lose them both. Like what if things don’t work out between me and Y/n?” Melissa asks Barb and Barb gives her a sympathetic look.

“Melissa, I think you have some things you need to discuss with Y/n.” Barb tells her and Melissa nods.

“I know.” Melissa says and then the teachers realise they have to pick their kids up. “Alison, hon, it’s time to wake up.” Melissa says and softly nudges Alison. Alison’s eyes flutter open and look around confused. “Lunch is just about over. I gotta pick up your classmates and go back to class.”

Just then Alison sneezes and Barb hands Melissa a Kleenex.

“Melissa, if you want, I can bring your class back. To at least give you time to get Alison set up.” Janine says.

“I would like that, thanks kid.” Melissa says and everyone leaves.

“Alright, kiddo. Let’s head to the classroom, give you some more medicine and back on the bean bag. How does that sound?” Melissa says to Alison, and Alison nods before getting off of Melissa’s lap.

Alison holds Melissa’s hand as they walk back to the classroom.

“Ok, now open up.” Melissa says. She wants to give Alison the medicine that the nurse gave her this morning as it’s been 4 hours.

“No, that's the yucky one!” Alison says and keeps her mouth shut.

“Alison, you have to take it or else you won’t get better as fast.” Melissa tells her, still holding the spoon with medicine close to her mouth.

“No.”

“Come on please, do it for your mom?” Melissa pleads, Alison still refuses and Melissa hears her class coming down the hall. “Do it for me?” She tries and this time Alison takes the spoonful of medicine.

“Gross.” Alison says after swallowing.

Janine drops off Melissa’s kids right after that and she gets to teaching while Alison goes back to mindlessly drawing or sleeping for the rest of the day.

After all of Melissa’s students get picked up, Melissa go gets Alison and then brings her to her car to bring her to her house.

“Melissa?” Alison calls her when they’re almost home.

“Ya hon?”

“I’m a bit hungry.” Alison says and Melissa smiles softly.

“Alright, I’ll heat up the leftovers from lunch for you.” Melissa says as she pulls up in her driveway.

“I’m cold.” Alison says and Melissa sees her shiver a bit. Melissa thinks her body must be fighting the flu, despite the fact that it’s the start of December.

“Alright, well let’s get you inside and warm up.” Melissa says as she gets out of the car. They both get out and head inside quickly.

As promised, Melissa takes the plastic off the couch before setting Alison up on the couch with a warm blanket. She heats up the leftovers that Alison didn’t touch at lunch and brings it out for her.

“Here you go, the lasagna.” Melissa says as she hands it to her.

“Thank you.” Alison says.

“You’re starting to sound congested, hon.” Melissa tells her.

“My head feels fuzzy.”

“Ya, being sick is not fun.” Melissa says and feels her forehead and it still feels hot. “How about I put on some Scooby Doo?” She suggests and Alison nods. Melissa puts it on for her and then goes to make some supper for you and herself. When it’s in the oven, she goes to join Alison on the couch and Alison immediately clings to her.

15 minutes later the oven timer goes off and Melissa goes to get the rest of the Italian wedding soup ready. When it’s done, she puts yours in the microwave for when you get here, puts some in a bowl for herself and the rest in a big container. She goes to sit back down on the couch to eat and Alison ends up falling asleep on her.

About 20 minutes later there’s a knock at the door, Melissa gently gets Alison off of her and puts her head on a pillow, adjusts the blanket and goes to the door. She opens it to reveal you there with a smile and a couple of things in a bag.

“Hey Melissa!” You say. “How is she?” Melissa steps aside to let you in.

“She’s good, she fell asleep on the couch watching Scooby Doo.”

“Where’s the plastic?” You immediately question as you see Alison on the couch with no plastic.

“I took it off when we got here. Alison said it wasn’t comfortable so I took it off.” Melissa explains and then shrugs her shoulders.

“You’re so sweet with her.” You tell her and give her a kiss. “I stopped quickly to get her some medicine and some breath right strips as she usually gets congested when sick.” You tell her.

“She just recently got congested. I gave her some leftover lasagna at lunch and the rest when she got here so I don’t think she’ll be hungry for a bit. If you’re hungry then I made some soup.” Melissa says and you nod.

“I would love some actually.” You tell her with a smile. You follow her to the kitchen and she quickly heats up the soup for you then hands it over. “Italian wedding soup?” You ask and she nods. “I’ve heard about it but never actually had any before.” You tell her before going to the dinner table and she follows you.

“Well good, nobody makes it as good as I do anyway.” She says with confidence and you chuckle before eating.

“How was it today? Taking care of Alison and teaching a class.” You ask her.

“Well it was a bit difficult but only because I wanted to just have to take care of her and not have to teach a class.” Melissa says as she leans her elbows on the table. “But other than that it wasn’t that bad. She mostly slept or drew quietly, she didn’t really complain. I gave her some medicine that the nurse gave me. I returned it though at the end of the day so she might need some.” Melissa explains to you and you nod.

“You’re amazing, did you know that?” You tell her and she blushes. “I love how much you care about me and Alison.” You say and Melissa thinks now is a time as good as any.

“Well I care deeply about her and I love you.” She says and you smile at her.

“Really?” You ask and she nods. “I love you too.” You tell her and she blushes softly.

“There is something I wanted to talk to you about.” Melissa starts and you nod. “Well, I’ve grown attached to the kid, and I’ve actually always wanted my own child but it never happened. And I guess now I’m worried that if something happens between us then I’ll lose you both.”

“Well what if I told you that if we ever broke up then you can still visit her?” You say and she looks up at you, shocked.

“Really?”

“Ya. Alison is always talking about how much she likes spending time with you and how you are with her and it makes me happy that she likes you. I would never want to separate you both if we didn’t work out, it wouldn't be fair to either of you.” You tell her and she holds your hand.

“Thank you. I don’t think about breaking up with you by the way.” She says and you giggle.

“Well considering you just admitted you love me, I figured you didn’t.” You say and she chuckles.

“Melissa?” You both hear from the living room and you know Alison is up.

“Coming.” Melissa says and you both get up. You bring your empty bowl to the kitchen and join Melissa and Alison in the living room. “Your mom is here as well.” Melissa says as she gets back to her.

“Does that mean we’re going home?” Alison asks you and you nod. “Oh.” Alison says a bit disappointed.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You ask her as you make your way to her.

“Is Melissa staying here or coming with us?” She asks you and you look up at Melissa.

“That’s entirely up to her.” You say and Alison looks at Melissa too. “You don’t have to come with us.” You tell her so she doesn’t feel pressured.

“Let me just pack some things and I’ll come with you.” Melissa says before going upstairs. Melissa gets some things that she’ll need in a bag and also grabs the leftover soup from the fridge before putting everything in her car.

“So we’ll meet you there then?” You tell her as you come outside with Alison after giving her some medicine and she nods.

“Can I ride with Melissa?” Alison asks and you look at Melissa who nods.

“Should I be worried that you have a new favourite person?” You ask her jokingly. You know your daughter is clingy when she’s sick, so she might have been clingy with Melissa today and you’re wondering if that’s why Melissa wanted to make sure she won’t ever lose Alison, because they were so close today.

You all make your way to the house and you grab Alison’s school bag and bag from the grocery store from the car while Melissa holds Alison’s hand as you go inside. You get Alison set up with a blanket while she cuddles Melissa on the couch. You put on some cartoons for Alison while you get some things ready to take care of Alison tomorrow. In the living room you see that Alison is still clinging to Melissa and you hate to have to bring her to bed but she does need rest.

“Alison, sweetheart, we should get up to bed so you can rest.” You tell her and you see her holding on to Melissa tighter. Melissa feels Alison’s arms tighten around her and she looks down at her.

“I want to stay here mommy.” Alison says, you know she only calls you mommy when she’s not thinking properly and being sick is definitely one of the times.

“I know, but you can’t cuddle Melissa all night and your body needs rest to fight off the sickness.” You tell her and she still clings to Melissa.

“How about I put you to bed and read you a bedtime story?” Melissa suggests and Alison’s eyes light up at that and she immediately nods. “Ok go get ready for bed and I’ll be right up.” Melissa tells her and Alison goes upstairs.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“I want to.” Is all Melissa says and you nod.

“Is it true what you said earlier? That you always wanted a child.” You ask her and she nods.

“I wasn’t sure about having one when I married Joe and he didn’t want one so I just settled with never having one but the more years that passed, the more I wanted a child.” She says.

“Well Alison can be that for you. I was telling the truth when I said I don’t plan on separating you guys if anything ever happens to us. And I’m happy that she’s happy with you.” You tell her and she hugs you and gives you a kiss before going upstairs. You settle on the couch while Melissa puts Alison to bed.

“You all ready kiddo?” Melissa asks as she knocks on the door. Alison opens the door and she’s in her pjs and nods at her. “Alright, which bedtime story do you want me to read?” She asks and Alison goes to her books, picks one out and hands it to her.

“This one please.” Alison says and then gets comfy in her bed. While Alison gets in bed, Melissa looks at the title and she has a bright smile on her face.

“The Tale of Peter Rabbit.” She reads and Alison nods.

“Mom reads it to me whenever I’m sick.” She explains.

“Well I’m glad you like it because I do a project every year with Peter Rabbit.” Melissa explains and Alison smiles.

“Wow! I can’t wait.” Alison says as Melissa sits down and starts reading.

After she finishes the story, Alison’s eyelids are heavy and falls asleep right away. Melissa tucks her in, gives her a kiss on the forehead and quietly leaves the room. She gets downstairs and joins you on the couch.

“How come I didn’t meet you earlier?” You ask her as you cuddle her.

“Well last year I did have a boyfriend so I think we met at the right time.” She tells you as she wraps her arm around you.

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[breeistired]

It all started with a cat

Words: 1084

Warnings: Suggestive content, no NSFW! Fluff, cursing

Bree speaks: Hi guys, this is officially my third fanfic! I got a new computer, and I am going to start writing more often. My rules and who I write for is up now too! And if you want me to turn this into a series of fanfics, or if you want me to write more about Silly!Reader and Rafe, go ahead and drop a request! Thank you for reading. MAKE GOOD CHOICES TODAY KIDDO.

“TENTH? HOW THE FUCKING SHT-” Is what Rafe could hear steps away from his room in Tannyhill.

How did he get here? Well it all started with a cat.

Rafe was doing drugs as he normally does on these nights. He was trying to quit, but Topper wouldn’t stop his bickering about how he’s a, “prude,” or that he’s becoming a little bitch.

Topper was going through a bad breakup. 

That already passed ten months ago.

Sarah Cameron, kook princess, had broken up with him for pogue prince, John B. You’d think he’d get over it. But no. He was smoking weed acting like he had an extra pair of lungs.

Rafe was about to do his line of coke before he saw you. Your friends dragging you to dance. You weren’t drunk, but your favorite song was on. As it blasts through the speakers, Rafe can only hear your laughter and giggles.

Jesus, your laugh was like if the sun and sugar had a baby. So bright and so sweet.

All Rafe wanted was a quick fuck. You were beautiful, but who needs a relationship?

Everyone around him were idiots.

He couldn’t date someone so childish. But doing something else for one night? That was a different story.

Soon enough, your friends were leaving to get drinks while you stayed by and played with a stray cat. 

Rafe walked up to you, not caring about Topper's whines. He stood lean and tall. Putting on his, Rafe Cameron, VIP, rich charm. That usually worked.

Usually.

The cat got scared and ran away. All he heard was a gasp and groan. “You scared him away.” Rafe looks at you, his head tilting. “Excuse me?” His eyes widen, you narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. 

Rafe could not believe his ears. You were mad at him for scaring a cat away?

“Poor little guy was skinny too.” You sigh and shake your head in disappointment. Rafe looks you up and down, confused by your reaction. Any girl on the island would be at his feet kissing them. But you? No, you were mad about a stray cat.

“How can I make it up to you?” Rafe smirks at you, thinking maybe he’s getting somewhere. 

Hopefully the bedroom.

“You can go get my cat back.” You whisper sarcastically, rolling your eyes. 

It was obvious you didn’t like him as much as he hoped you would. But you wouldn’t guess what happens next.

Yes, you guessed it. He got the cat.

Rafe Cameron wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, even if the challenge was for him to get a cat that scratched him on his face and had a muddy tail. 

He was slowly starting to think that this wasn’t just about a challenge.

Rafe comes back, with muddy cargo shorts and blood dripping down his cheek. And a very angry orange cat.

Your eyes widen, you immediately stop talking to your friends running towards him.

“You got my cat.” You murmur, making sure it’s tail doesn’t dirty you. A soft look on your face appears. A look Rafe would kill anyone to see.

“I did.” Rafe huffs, puffing out his chest trying to seem more like a man. Though, getting beat up by a cat isn’t helping very much. 

“Thank you.” Rafe smiles softly, a smile only you get now.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” You smile and hold out your hand for him to take, still holding the cat.

He knows he should say no. Men like him don’t have time for relationships. But the way your smiling has him giving away his credit cards and dignity.

Rafe takes your hand and lets you ramble about the cat all day.

He didn’t know that there were so many breeds of cats.

He would never let someone he wanted to sleep with talk this much.

Because you weren’t just a one night stand, you made his night better.

If it wasn’t for you, Rafe would be getting high off whatever drug he could lay his hands on, and having sex with a girl he never would have liked sober. But you were his addiction now, sober or not.

Rafe thanks god he got beat up by that cat everyday. 

Even though it started with him thinking it was a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, done deal. He was happy that it ended differently.

Sometimes.

BONUS

“TENTH? HOW THE FUCKING SHT-” Is what Rafe could hear steps away from his room in Tannyhill.

Rafe sighs and leans on his doorway. 

“Rafe Jr.” You say to your cat that put you and your beautiful boyfriend together.

“I am going to murder these kids. They didn’t even get the theme! The theme was, “Me irl,” Some kid used the mermaid tail. If they’re actually a mermaid, how are they playing roblox? Huh?! On their shell-phone?” Then after the rambling about a stupid kids game (as Rafe calls it), he hears a gasp. “A shell-phone, Rafe would get a kick out of that.” No he wouldn’t. But for your sake, he’ll laugh when you tell him.

“Baby!” You yell, opening your arms to him. Which he practically runs into.

“Are you playing that dress for less game?” Rafe mumbles as he shoves his face into your chest. You thankfully don’t say anything about him being a pervert.

“Rafe, it's dress to impress and you know this. It's like me saying, "Are you playing little balls with big holes?” You grumble and turn off your ipad that Rafe had bought you after you cried saying everything is laggy. 

Rafe hums and nods, acting like he understands. He doesn’t, not one bit.

“I even used the CaseOh code!” You groan. “I tried making myself on dress to impress. Even made Rafe Jr.” You sigh in defeat.

“I bet you did great, princess.” Rafe whispers before kissing you softly. You reciprocate the kiss, running your hands along his abs. Right when Rafe thinks he's going to get lucky, you pull away. 

“Have I told you about my shell-phone joke?’

Sometimes he thinks that he’s going soft. He is. But he only says he's happy sometimes because he’s scared of the way you play games. Only you would scream at a game made for children.

But he wouldn’t change it for the world.

So, when somebody asks how he met his future wife, he’ll say, “It all started with a cat.”

[velvetvexations]

The fact that Junior Year didn't at all challenge the way ANY system is set up is insane to me.

In the first half of the season I kept telling people the solution to Adaine's money problems wouldn't be Fabian buying her shit for her, because Brennan - DECOLONIAL PHILOSOPHER THAT HE IS - would never construct a scenario in which the solution to a ruinous lack of funds would be to get your rich friend to pay it off for you. This was just the foundation of my argument that Fabian literally, in-universe, did not have access to enough money to do that, because BLeeM usually plugs those holes and that seemed to be essentially the point of kicking Hilarial and Gilear off-screen for most of the season, but put that aside. The point is, it was clearly a critique of the system.

Right?

Because I assumed the solution would in some way be either changing the system or breaking free of it. Part of Adaine's problem is capitalism in general, but most immediately it's the financial demands the school system makes of her.

And then...the solution is not that. The solution is that she yells at her bosses to start paying her for being the Oracle, and Fabian beats someone in a dance contest so they do it. Problem solved. It's fine that Aguefort, which prides itself to an insane degree about what an anarchic madhouse it is for all the real freaks who want to just reach out and take life by the horns, requires you buy literal barrels of diamonds to be a wizard. That's fine.

The problem was that Adaine didn't have a fortune, not that she needed a fortune in the first place.

And it's wild because exactly that's something I liked about A Starstruck Odyssey. Obviously, Starstruck is an existing IP, and there wasn't a lot of room to just revolutionize galactic society overnight, but thematically it only enhanced the season's thrust to have everyone's problems be tied to money and for them to get past them by inventively striking a fortune. It was essentially taking this mildly grimdark capitalist hellhole and being like "okay, we'll play by your rules, assholes" and by the end it felt like there was a heavy tone of irony to the celebration of The Ball Rolling Up. Like you were meant to notice and be aware that the crew of the Wurst basking in their newfound riches was good for them personally but also a fucked-up reflection on how the setting operates.

And there was little tiny baby steps towards acknowledgement of systemic issues in JY that seemed promising, but all ultimately fizzled out.

Fig being overwhelmed by her responsibilities as a working musician and owner of a part of Hell? She orders her demonic underlings and indentured souls to help her put on a hella sweet concert and she goes quintuple platinum and her old agent is totally seething.

Gorgug is being failed by an educational structure that won't allow and doesn't even want him to succeed in the way he aspires to? Zac rolls insanely well so no he isn't, he's doing great, everyone should take four times the coursework.

Riz has to do a ton of shit to get into college because as a poor person he has to run to where others walk? Jokes are occasionally made about him being in a lot of clubs but that's never once examined or otherwise touched on between the the third and final episode, with the resolution in the epilogue being his mom going "hey kiddo wherever you end up you'll do great, just as long as you get enough sleep and take regular breaks to eat ice cream!".

Fabian trying to live up to the pressure of his legacy and maintaining his social status at school? Bill has a genuinely moving conversation with Fabian in the finale, indisputably one of the highlights of the season and a moment that in spite of everything I found incredibly powerful, where he tells him that he would love him even if he weren't a Maximum Legend, but it ends on "maybe we can have both" because as Brennan himself noted Lou was rolling so well that it was actively strangling the theme of his arc so that it ended up just being Fabian occasionally feeling a bit frustrated about the pressure while effortlessly succeeding to the point that not even Fig's catastrophic bardic put a dent in his popularity could have been an interesting exploration of tragic imposter syndrome, but it felt more like they were trying to stick to an expected "Fabian has to struggle with fluctuating popularity" plotline without really examining the contradiction.

Kristen failing cleric class? Kristen deserved to fail cleric class.

The issues with Fabian and Gorgug's arc was just luck and a flaw in the downtime mechanic. The others went deeper and man I really wish more had been done there.

[mama-angel-dust]

Mama Angel & Cordelia:

These are just some little blurbs that I'm writing for my OC, Cordelia. Feel free to request more if you have any ideas!

One: Warm Milk and Sleepy Cuddles

Cordelia sulked as she sat in her highchair, slapping the tray with both of her chubby hands while kicking her little legs. Soft whimpers escaped from behind her pacifier as she expressed her impatience. Waiting was never her strong suit, especially when hunger and fatigue were already setting in. The previous night's thunderstorm had rattled the entire Pride Ring, and poor Cordelia had barely managed to sleep a wink.

Angel clicked his tongue and turned to give her a sympathetic look. He was in the middle of cutting up some strawberries and placing them into a bowl of vanilla yogurt. It was one of Cordelia's favorite snacks, other than her protein bottles and various other safe foods.

"I hear you, sweet girl," Angel crooned softly as he finished dicing up the fruit. "I know it's hard to wait. I'm coming."

With a quick wipe of the knife and cutting board, he placed both items into the sink and grabbed the bowl of yogurt along with a spoon. Angel then fastened a light-blue ocean-themed bib around Cordelia's neck and set the snack on her tray, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

The baby looked at her snack and rubbed her face. She felt too sleepy to feed herself and just wanted to nap. Cordelia picked up the spoon and held it out to her mother with a pitiful noise.

"You want me to feed you, hmm?" Angel reached out and plucked the pacifier from Cordelia's cherry-red lips, letting it hang from the strap that was clipped to her shirt. He then scooped up some yogurt and brought it to the little one's lips. She accepted the spoonful with a hum and opened her mouth for more as she rubbed at her eyes.

The spider demon made a soft noise of sympathy at her drowsy demeanor and stroked her cheek. "Mama's sorry you didn't sleep well last night, baby. We'll get you all settled for a night-night after your snack."

Cordelia babbled sleepily at her mother's words and squirmed as he wiped away a dribble of yogurt from the corner of her mouth. After a few more bites, the baby turned her head away and whined softly. She crammed the soother back into her mouth before rubbing at her face.

Angel grinned at her and set the bowl aside for Niffty to wash later. He then unfastened her bib and lifted up the messy tray to free Cordelia from her highchair, settling the grumpy baby on his hip. He gave her a gentle bounce as he walked back over to the counter to prepare a bottle.

"How does a baba sound, kiddo?" Angel inquired while scooping some chocolate protein powder into a plastic blue bottle, followed by a few ounces of milk. He mixed it around for a few seconds and popped it into the warmer. While they waited, Angel began to gently sway back and forth in hopes that it would help soothe the tired baby.

Cordelia grumbled and buried her face in Angel's neck, suckling harder on her pacifier. She hoped the bottle would warm up faster so she could drink it and have cuddles with her mama in the nursery. To distract herself, she focused on Angel's soft humming and the back pats he was giving her. She was sleepy, but despite this, she wouldn't be able to drift off to dreamland without help.

Finally, after what seemed like forever to Cordelia, the warmer beeped and Angel snagged it. He tested the temperature of the milk on his wrist and nodded when it was just right. She immediately began reaching for it with soft whines, earning her another bounce and a kiss on the cheek from Angel.

"I know, baby, I know. You can have your bottle in just a second," the spider cooed as he began carrying his daughter upstairs to the nursery. He felt the familiar squishy sensation on her bottom and tapped her button nose playfully. "Feels like someone needs a diaper change too."

They reached the nursery and Angel set the bottle down on the nightstand so he could give the baby a quick change. Cordelia fussed as she was laid down on the changing table, squirming and reaching for her mama. Even though it was necessary, she loathed being changed. The wipes he used on her were cold and wet, and she would much rather be cuddled.

Nonetheless, Angel shushed her and made quick work of getting her clean, and dressed her in a light-purple pajama set along with a pink sleep sack when he was finished. The spider then scooped her up and moved to sit in the rocking chair. He cradled Cordelia in his lap and handed her the bottle, draping a blanket over the two of them. She immediately spit out her soother and replaced it with the rubber nipple of the bottle. As the sweet taste of chocolate flooded her taste buds, Cordelia let out a sleepy sigh and leaned into Angel's chest.

"B'uey?" She pointed to the television and looked up at her mother with wide blue eyes.

Angel nodded and kissed the top of her head. He turned on the television and flipped to the Disney Junior channel, where Bluey was currently playing. He made sure to dim the screen's brightness and turn down the volume so Cordelia wouldn't be too overstimulated.

With her gaze fixated on the screen, Cordelia hiccuped and snuffled around the bottle. One of her hands held onto it while the other clutched the front of Angel's shirt. When she was finished, she let go of the container and let it roll onto the floor. She rubbed at her eyes with an exhausted coo.

"My sweet little girl," Angel murmured as he wiped her mouth and gently coaxed the pacifier back into her mouth. "It's naptime, isn't it?"

He reached for the remote and shut off Bluey, which didn't even earn him a whine from the baby in his lap. Angel then turned on her sound machine and cradled her a bit closer. He began to rock back and forth and hum a lullaby while running his fingers through Cordelia's soft black hair. His daughter smelled faintly of baby powder, shampoo, and the coconut and vanilla-scented lotion he had put on her that morning. She was absolutely delicious and he wanted nothing more than to drink it all in.

When she had finally closed her eyes, Angel found that he wanted to hold her a bit longer. He wasn't ready to put her down just yet, lest she wake up in tears and he would have to start all over again. The spider would usually take this time to clean up after Cordelia, but at the moment he couldn't find it in him to leave her.

It certainly wouldn't hurt to hold her for a while longer.

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Two: Oral Fixations

"Cordelia, no..." Angel removed the television remote from his daughter's grasp for the millionth time that morning and placed it on a nearby shelf. Since waking up, Cordelia had been putting everything she could get her hands on into her mouth. She ignored the teething toys her mother offered and instead went for items like paperclips and pencils, much to Angel's horror. Despite his stress, Angel knew it wasn't Cordelia's fault. At her current cognitive age of nine months, she lacked the impulse control to stop herself from doing things she shouldn't. Moreover, her autism caused her to have a severe oral fixation.

The spider crouched down and reached for the pacifier dangling from the clip attached to Cordelia's onesie, popping the soother into her mouth. This earned him an angry grunt and a glower in response to his well-intentioned actions. She furrowed her brows at him as she suckled angrily on the rubber, hitting her palms on the carpet.

Angel couldn't help but chuckle at her displeased expression. "You can't just put everything in your mouth, baby doll. That's not good for you."

He lifted Cordelia into his lap and began to lightly bounce her on his knee, making her giggle as she clapped her hands in delight. Angel thought it amusing how quickly babies could go from fussing to laughing in less than two seconds. He made silly faces at her and pressed kisses to her palms.

"You like to bounce, don't you?" Angel continued to dandle her in his lap and grinned as she squealed. "Oh, I know. It's so silly!"

After a few more joyful giggles, Angel turned Cordelia around so her back was to his chest. He figured she'd had enough excitement for one morning. The little girl grumbled and tugged the soother out of her mouth to chew on her hands.

This fortunately didn't escape her mother's watchful eye.

"Ah-ah, little miss..." Angel tutted, gently taking hold of her wrist and coaxing the binky between her lips. "No biting your hands either."

She huffed once more and turned to bury her face in his shoulder with a few soft grunts. The baby squirmed and stared innocently up at her mother before letting out a sigh of relief. Angel knew exactly what Cordelia had just done and rolled his eyes playfully.

He stood up and settled her on his hip, giving her tummy a tickle. "Let's go get your bottom cleaned up, sweetpea. Then how does a bottle sound?"

The little fish demon offered him a big giggle from behind her pacifier and plopped her head on his shoulder. She was spoiled beyond belief and she knew it all too well.

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A/N: Ahhhh! I had so much fun writing these. I hope you all enjoyed them!

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Headcanon that When dreams and nightmares need to be remade, they initially come back as infants. They need time to learn their new bodies, new powers which usually means that for some time they are just literal defenseless children. It takes them some time to fully develop their new shape. Most of the time it takes them a few hours, some more carrefour take a few days, a week or two max. 

And Dream as their Lord, Father in a way, takes upon him the responsibility of taking care of them in this delicate time. He makes sure they grow into their new responsibilities and abilities, makes sure they are comfortable in their new bodies.

I believe after his first remaking, after the news that it is possible and that is something Lord of the Dreams will do for his creations, lots of Dreams and Nightmares went to him asking for a change. Enough that poor Lucien had to make a list, a queue. 

I like to believe that this event somehow overlapped with his reunion with Hob and subsequently when he promised to visit Hob more often, as they are now friends.

Lord of the Dreams would never go back on his promise nor would he neglect his duties to his people. 

That’s why eventually he started showing up on meetings with Hob with infants in his arms. (Just one at the time. Dream wouldn't start the process of the remake of another Dream until the previous was fully formed and fully content with their new form.)

Imagine Hob surprised when his elusive friend just casually plops down next to him in Tavern with…. with a kid! Of course getting answers from Morpheus is like pulling teeth, but he eventually asks if he is a father of the kid and Dream blink at him and looks down at the infant.

“I am his creator, yes.” Weird way to put it but ok, It's his Stranger after all. Hob knows he has to be satisfied with just that.

But then two weeks after that Dream shows up with…. Different kid??? What???

He indulges Hob in some questions. Is it also his kid? Yes in the same way the previous was.

Where is the first kiddo? He doesn't need Dream to this extent anymore. 

Like????? What does that mean??? That kid was just an infant??? He wouldn't just casually grow up and move away in two weeks!! (Little does Hob know that he would actually.)

I’d like to think when Dream shows up with yet another, entirely different child, Hob is on the verge of nervous breakdown. Like what happened to the rest of the kids??? Where are they??? Is Dream trafficking them?? Is Dream really the father of all of them?? What is happening? Dream is his friend but if he is doing anything shabby to kids Hob will have to intervene. And of course Dream didn't explain to him yet his nature.

Sooner or later Dream is forced to explain some things to his friends. He is reluctant to give up his true nature, but he gave him bits and pieces. The kids aren't human in the same way Dream isn't human. Yes, they're really ok and yes, they really don't need Dream anymore. He even calls upon one of the Nightmares to show up and Hob almost had a heart attack when he recognised infant Dream initially brought to their meetings in the young man that was standing right in front of him.

And well Hob is forced to accept this weird occurrence.

When the worries are gone from his mind and he can watch Dream with the kids freely he has to admit he is a good dad. He talks with Hob at the same time, softly bouncing the kid on his knee, almost without thinking, like this motion is natural to him. He talks with his kids as he would with adults, asking them questions and nodding sagely when they answer in baby gurgles. It's so adorable. Few times he is witness to Morpheus cradling fussing infant in his arms and lulling them to sleep. He watches transfixed as his friend sways from side to side whispering in his deep voice  softly “Rest now Little Dream” pressing kiss to the crown of the kid's head and feel emotional, hormonal. He feels baby fever like never before. His mind spun fantasies about Dream lulling to sleep Their child, in Hob’s home, in the dim light of Hob’s bedroom. 

These are definitely not friendly thoughts. 

And oh, Hob is in love with his Stranger. 

Bonus Corinthian under:

I’d like to think that because Corinthian was Dream’s masterpiece when Dream finished remaking him, he was one of the few who needed a longer time to get ready and so Dream took him to a few of his “dates” with Hob as opposed to all other dreams who usually saw Hob just once. 

And Hob could see that this one, this little trouble maker was definitely Dream’s favorite. The kid would sit in Morpheus' lap, but any time he thought his Father wasn't looking he would stretch his little body trying to catch the knife from the cutlery set in front of the Dream. And Hob could see how Dream was pretending not to see, how he was still indulging Hob in conversation but any time a kid in his lap was becoming brave his lips would softly curve up. 

Hob himself had to hide a smile in his hand as little dream would try to catch the knife only for Dream to move it - just slightly out of reach, centimeters before the kid could catch it. How his little face would scrunch in irritation, how his little sunglasses would jump on his nose from the scrunch he made.

Hob even get to hold him, when one time Morpheus spotted Raven outside the window and not wanting to stop Corinthian from the coloring book he was deeply engrossed in, asked Hob if he could watch his, and upon getting agrement - softly plopping his little masterpiece in Hob’s lap.

Hob was babbling nonsense to a kid who is much more interested in crossing out all people's eyes with red crayon. He is so into it that he leans over the table so much his little sunglasses fall off his nose.

And upon first seeing his face fully Hob does that

And the just sit in silence freaking out.