#yeah it’s not looking good for you buddy

[sttoru]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. dad!toji x wife!reader. fluff, just pure fluff. reader gets called ‘doll’ once.

toji sits on the edge of megumi’s bed, arms casually draped over his knees, watching with an amused grin as you fuss over your son. you’re lecturing him about being more careful when playing with the other kids at daycare, replacing the bandages on his arms that had gotten scuffed from a tumble.

megumi sulks, his little face scrunched up, but he doesn’t dare to say a word. his gaze is cast downward and he knows better than to challenge you when you’re in your ‘mom’ mode.

toji chuckles to himself. the little brat—just like his old man, he thinks. neither of them ever have the guts to talk back when you’re laying down the law.

with a lazy smirk, toji reaches over and ruffles megumi’s hair in an affectionate and teasing way. “it's fine, doll,” he says in attempt to reassure you, “shit happens. ‘n it toughens up the kid.”

you shoot him a look over your shoulder and toji just shrugs. “he’s just like you, ya know,” you mutter as you brush a stray lock of hair from megumi's face. indeed, the little boy resembles his father in looks but also in personality. “stubborn, hard-headed. thinks he can take on the world without a scratch,” you sigh.

on one hand, you’re worried that megumi will get in real trouble one day because of it. but on the other hand, your son got an overprotective man as father. you know he will never let any harm befall either of you.

toji raises an eyebrow at your comment. oh, he knows and he’s proud of it. proud of his son, of the family he's created with you. “i mean—he needs to learn to take a few hits if he's gonna survive this world.”

you scoff before hugging megumi one last time. “mm, mama,” the toddler snuggles up to you, small hands clutching your shirt tightly. you feel the weight of his tiny form press against you while his cheek rests against your chest.

there’s something about the clingy way he holds you that melts something deep inside you. you press a gentle kiss to his messy hair, brushing a hand down his back as you breathe in the sweet, comforting scent of his shampoo.

“good night, sweets,” you murur, your voice barely above a whisper. “i love you.”

megumi’s small fingers tighten once more on your shirt as if reluctant to let go. his breathing is steady and you know he’s almost asleep. but then, your son shifts lightly. he pulls back from the hug enough to look up at toji, who’s leaning back against the headboard of the bed. he doesn't say a word, but there’s a clear look of expectation on his face, as though he's waiting for something only his dad can give.

toji meets his gaze with a blank expression that doesn’t give away a thing. he's clueless for a good couple seconds before picking up on what megumi wants.

your husband murmurs something incoherent before relenting. “yeah yeah, c'mere buddy,” he hums, his tone softening. he can't help it—even if he tries not to show the vulnerability in his demeanour.

“yay,” megumi's face brightens up a little and he eagerly reaches up with those tiny hands. toji pulls the kid into his arms, hugging him tighter than expected. the action is a little awkward, but there's no denying the warmth in it.

your heart melts as you witness the adorable scene before you. your son doesn’t seem to mind the tightness as his small arms encircle his father’s neck. it’s a simple moment between father and son, but it’s enough. enough for both of them.

toji pulls back after a little while. his eyes are softer than usual as he pinches megumi's button nose. “good night, kiddo,” he mutters, the words rough but warm, “don't let the bedbugs bite.”

megumi grins sleepily at him as he rubs his eyes. “i’ll kick their ass, papa,” he declares proudly, looking and acting more like his dad with the second. you roll your eyes and stand up from the bed. toji simply snorts, realising his son has picked up on the phrases he uses.

“tha’s right,” your husband nods after standing next to you, “you tell ‘em bedbugs to eat shi—”

“toji ,” you shush him with a swat to the bicep.

megumi lets out a small giggle in reply before laying back on his pillows. you pull the covers up to his chin and watch as his eyes slowly close, his body beginning to relax. the quiet rhythm of his breathing is the only sign of him settling down for the night.

toji lingers by the door and is simply content to watch you. you're always like this—so nurturing. he follows your every move as you leave a final kiss to your son’s cheek. the warmth that radiates in your presence, your affection, the simple yet tender moments are all things that make him fall in love with you over and over again.

you straighten up and turn towards toji, catching him staring. you can see the warmth in his eyes, the way his shoulders are completely relaxed, how that signature smirk of his seems more like a smile in that moment.

you chuckle to yourself before stepping out into the hallway, leaving the door slightly ajar. toji follows with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. the silence hangs between you two for a bit. it’s comforting and. . . secure.

“y’know, you’re a real softie, toji,” you comment to break the quiet atmosphere. you tilt your head back to look at the dark-haired man who’s now next to you. you know he still struggles with being vulnerable around your son. the sentimentality is still an aspect he's working on.

however, you see it; the emotional side of him. the warmth in his eyes, in his touch, in his words - even if he’s not all that soft spoken.

you can see right through him.

“don't worry though. your secret's safe with me,” you tease with a soft grin.

toji doesn’t say a word for a few seconds before he chuckles under his breath, “just keep that between us, aye?” he responds to your teasing. he’s just glad that he’s married a woman who understands him and accepts him as is.

you both head to the living room. the weight of your day finally seems to lift. the quiet house and the soft breaths of megumi drifting from his room, feels like the calm after a storm. there are challenges ahead, no doubt, but for now everything is alright.

toji wraps his muscular arm around your shoulders as you both sink into the couch. the television playing something in the background, but neither of you pay it much attention. you lean against him and sigh, eyes closing slowly.

“you think he's gonna… turn out okay?” you ask softly. you’re not really sure how to word your worries. your voice holds an uncertainity that causes toji to hold you tighter.

your husband doesn't answer right away. instead, he glances down at you and strokes your hair with his free hand. he nods and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

toji leans his head back afterwards, closing his own eyes. no matter what the future holds, he's sure megumi will grow up to be a strong young man.

“yeah. that kid’s gonna be alright.”

[ellecdc]

hii if youre up for it i’d love to see something like potter!reader x sirius or potter!reader x barty from james’ pov where he starts noticing that either of the boys is falling in love with his sister? love you kisses have a good day 💘💘

thanks for your request, doll! this was fun hahaha <3 <3

Sirius Black x Potter!reader when James realizes his friend's in love [1.4k words]

CW: fem!reader, reader is James' twin, siblings, fluff, Regulus hates Peter for no reason [or is there.......], oblivious reader, James outs Sirius in front of everyone

James Potter was something of an aficionado when it came to love. 

It all started with his parents who loved each other and him unconditionally, and who he loved in turn. 

Then it was his sister; his twin, his built in best friend, his partner in crime, his confidante. Arguably the very first love of his life. 

He loved his friends, and loved being loved by them in turn. The second love of his life; the Marauders. 

He loved romance and pining and flowers and Lily - of course; who would spend six years chasing after the same witch who seemingly harboured nothing but disdain for you if they didn’t love love? 

So yeah, James Potter was something of an aficionado when it came to love.

Which is why his ears positively perked when he noticed the most peculiar symptoms of such love in his best mate. 

It started when the group would talk about upcoming parties and dances, and Sirius would get this wistful and distant look on his face. 

“Anyone you want to invite, Pads?” Pete had asked as they planned their Halloween party, eyes glued to the invite list in his lap and missing the way Sirius’ cheeks flushed and he lowered his gaze to his lap. 

James didn’t miss it, however, nor did he miss how Sirius stole a nervous glance at him before clearing his throat and saying “just make sure not to invite any wankers and we’re good, yeah?” 

“What? You mean you want us to take Snivellus off the list?” Remus had joked, and the group fell back into their lively banter. 

The peculiarities continued when they got home for the holidays, and Sirius blushed something fierce when his dad hung some sprigs of mistletoe in various archways throughout the manor. 

“Dad, you must be charming them to follow Sirius around; this has to be his sixth mistletoe?” You laughed as you brushed past Sirius, shaking your head at Fleamont Potter who seemed a touch too smug at simply having ensnared Sirius in one of his traps (again). 

“Now, why would I do such a thing?” Fleamont chuckled innocently, earning him a gentle swat from his wife. 

“Go on, my little lioness; put the poor boy out of his misery.” Euphemia encouraged you as she took pity on said poor boy now hovering awkwardly in the doorway.

You made a show of it - grumbling about your trouble-loving family who couldn’t ease up on the pranking even over the holidays for Merlin’s sake - before pressing a smacking kiss to the long-haired boy's cheek.

“There ya go, Pads; you’ve been freed.”

And Sirius - notoriously brash and haughty - simply cleared his throat, muttered a quick “thank you, trouble” and hurried off towards his bedroom. 

Then, James was almost positive Sirius was going to simply combust on New Years.

“Why me?” He nearly shrieked at James.

“It’s the only thing that makes sense!”

“How does me kissing your sister make sense, Prongs?” He asked; bewildered.

“Well because I can’t kiss her.” James explained simply; Sirius didn’t seem to find it all that simple. “This will only work if we all follow the buddy system.” 

“The buddy system is rigged.” Peter pouted as he fell back into his chair. 

“How is it rigged?” James asked.

“You and Marlene are the only ones who get to kiss your crushes!” Sirius argued.

Remus murmured something that James thought sounded suspiciously like “Are you sure about that, Pads?” which earned him a hasty elbow in the ribs from his friend. 

“Why can’t Remus kiss trouble at midnight?” Sirius countered, causing James to groan.

“Because you can’t kiss Regulus!”

“I’ll kiss Regulus.” Peter volunteered.

“Can’t.” James refused. “Reg hates you.”

“Reg hates me?”

“Yeah, said something about your ‘beady little eyes’ freaks him out; says he doesn’t trust you.” Sirius agreed. “Besides, I can’t kiss Mary because of that whole-”

“-fiasco back in fourth year, right, so we’re back to my buddy system.” James concluded.

The buddy system really had been foolproof; James would kiss Lily (obviously), Marlene would kiss Dorcas (of course), Mary would kiss Peter (who would then blush furiously for the rest of the evening), Remus would kiss Regulus (who would pretend to hate it but would also blush furiously for the rest of the evening), and Sirius would kiss you! 

But it was two hours before the party and Sirius was doing one of his thorough party preps - a full shower, shave, moisturize, immaculately styled hair, a fresh coat of black nail polish, perfectly curated jewelry laid out on his dresser, and a peptalk in the mirror.

“Merlin, Pads. Are you expecting David Bowie himself to show up tonight?” James asked from the doorway, causing Sirius to actually yelp and drop his favourite bottle of cologne.

“Godric’s balls, Prongs.” Sirius muttered as he picked the bottle back up and replaced its cap. “Can’t I just want to look nice going into the New Year?” 

And James couldn’t really find any fault with that, so he didn’t argue.

As expected, Peter found it hard to make eye contact with just about anyone for the rest of the party; round cheeks positively tickled pink well into the early morning hours. Regulus glared at anyone and everyone who deigned to even look in his direction as his alabaster skin took on the hue of one of Euphemia Potter’s roses, but dutifully stuck close to Remus’ side for the rest of the party (who did not seem at all displeased by his new shadow). 

Yet, unexpectedly, Sirius’ cheeks also took on the colour of his beloved Hogwarts house and could be found smiling shyly down at his lap or fiddling with the various rings adorning his hands for the remainder of the party. 

But the pivotal moment had been James’ birthday.

Which was also your birthday, but this is James’ story - okay? 

Your birthday blissfully fell on a Hogsmeade weekend, and you were all determined to make the most of it. 

In lieu of gifts, your friends travelled with the two of you from shop to shop, letting you pick out some sweets (or, in James’ case, pranking supplies) on them. It wasn’t until James turned to say something to Sirius in Zonko’s that he realised he wasn’t even there. 

“Oi! Where’d Pads go?” He called to Peter, causing Lily and Marlene to share a knowing look.

“Erm, I think he and Remus took Y/N to Tomes & Scrolls.” Peter offered quickly before turning his attention back to the new batch of dung bombs in front of him. 

Except when they got to Tomes & Scrolls, Remus was leaning against the stone building and enjoying a cheeky smoke as you and Sirius - both flushed and giggly - exited the store.

James let that slide, though.

What he couldn’t let slide, however, was when the lot of you got to The Three Broomsticks and he watched Sirius actually pull your chair out for you.

“Okay, what the bloody hell is going on here?” James called over the group, causing everyone to exchange looks that ranged from concerned to bemused to exasperated.

“Erm…we’re…celebrating your birthday?” Marlene tried as if that were really quite obvious.

“No, I mean you.” He clarified, gesturing to Sirius. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What are you on about, Prongs?” Sirius asked flippantly as he took a seat beside you.

Beside you. 

You.

Oh my gods.

“Oh my gods.” James let out with a breath. “You’re in love with her.”

“James…” Someone to his right hissed, but it was too late.

“You’re in love with Y/N!” He continued unfazed. 

“Classy, James; real nice.” Remus muttered as he forced James down into his seat with a firm hand on his shoulder. “Would you stop making a scene?”

“Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“I haven’t exactly told her yet either, have I?” Sirius hissed severely, causing James’ eyes to dart to you. 

Your mouth hung open as you looked at Sirius in shock, and Sirius had the grace to appear rather contrite. 

“Sirius Black is in love?” You deadpanned, accepting his grimace and a nod of his head yes as an acceptable answer. 

“With me?” You continued, voice travelling quite high at the end of your sentence, hinting at a touch of giddiness and giving Sirius enough confidence to reopen his eyes.

“I…yes?” Sirius asked, shooting James a concerned look. 

James watched then as your expression fell from shock to a cautious disbelief before finally landing on a gentle sort of smug.

“Well,” you started, voice haughty and sounding not unlike Sirius did after pulling off a successful prank, “happy birthday to me, I guess!”

[wonderjanga]

How Do You Just Know My Parental Figure?

Marvel just knows everyone’s mom’s for some reason and gives no explanation as to how. He just does.

Supes: *shows Billy a picture of his parents for whatever reason*

Marvel: “Supes… your mom is Mrs. Martha?”

Supes: “Yes? Do you know her…?”

Marvel: “Yeah! We met in ‘61 at a pie eating competition! She was the one making the pies for the competition.”

Supes: “Why were you at a pie eating competition? Were you participating?”

Marvel: “Uh yeah? I wanted that prize money and pie. Anyways, me and her hit it off when we got to talking. Then, the time bubble happened, but when it burst, we got back in touch and we make pies together now!”

Supes: “Huh. Ma’s never mentioned you.”

Marvel: “Really? i’ve been to the farm and everything.”

Supes: “You’ve been to the farm?!”

Marvel: “Yeah? A bake pies with her and try to help around the farm. By the way, Mr. Jonathan is your dad, right?”

Supes: “Yes?? How come I never knew this…?”

By the way, Billy goes as Billy and not as Marvel because he met like a maybe fourteen year old Ma Kent as Billy at the pie eating competition. Also, Martha knows he’s Cap so since Martha knows his identity, he figured she’d told her son. By the way, whenever Jon comes he’s so happy to see Billy cause wow! His grandma never told him there was another kid here. He figures Billy was a farmhand or something. Jon’s pretty sure that’s a thing anyways.

or

Wondy and Marvel: *sparring*

Marvel: “You know Diana you look just like your mother.”

Wondy: *falters slightly cause that came out of nowhere* “What?”

Marvel: *takes that as his chance to grab and throw her* “Yeah, you do! I guess it makes sense since you’re her daughter and all.”

Wondy: “Wait? you’re saying all of this like you personally know my mother.”

Marvel: “I did! Several thousand years ago. We used to be best friends! Then I was selected as a champion and had to leave and that’s when of our friendship fell out.”

Wondy: “So you’re an Amazonian?”

Marvel: “No, no no no I was an Amazonian.”

That previous champ and Hippolyta were actually besties but a young Hippolyta didn’t want her to go to man’s world because then she wouldn’t be able to come back to Themyscira. The previous champ went anyways and that was taken as a sort of act of betrayal, not that Diana’s mother would admit it. Not to mention, the previous champ couldn’t even come back to apologize considering you forget the island’s location if you leave.

or

Reporter: “Captain Marvel, as a member of the Justice League is there anything you would like to share with us about Bruce Wayne considering he sponsors you all?”

Marvel: “No, I don’t actually know anything about the guy. But you who I do know? Patrick Wayne.”

Reporter: Pardon? Please elaborate?

Marvel: “He was a pretty funny guy. He let me be a test dummy for all his little gadgets. It was fun!”

Meanwhile…

Bruce: *sitting on his couch watching this and remembers how he did research on his grandfather, and how most of those experimental gadgets were deadly*

Patrick and Marvel were actually pretty good buddies. They were like this 🤞. Then, the time bubble happened and by the time Billy got out, both Patrick and his son Thomas were already dead. Billy got really fortunate with Martha still being alive now that he thinks about it.

[psychoticfemmm]

over my shoulder

pairing: frat!jj maybank x reader

summary: At a wild frat party, you get frustrated with JJ for ignoring you while he hangs with his frat brothers.

The party was in full swing, music thumping loud enough to rattle the windows, red Solo cups everywhere. You weaved through the throng of people, trying to keep up with JJ as he stopped every five seconds to fist-bump someone, down a beer, or laugh obnoxiously at some inside joke with his frat brothers.

“JJ,” you tugged on his arm, leaning closer so he could hear you. “Can we just hang out for a bit? Alone?”

He grinned at you, but his eyes darted to the pong table across the room. “Just a sec, babe. Gotta crush Pete and Logan real quick. I’ll find you after, okay?”

Before you could respond, he was gone, swept up in the chaos of his fraternity’s party. You exhaled sharply, annoyance bubbling in your chest. Rolling your eyes, you spun around and headed toward your friend, Riley, who was standing near the kitchen.

“JJ ditch you for his bros again?” Riley teased, handing you a fresh drink.

“Shocker, right?” you muttered, taking a sip.

As the two of you talked, a guy wearing a sweatshirt with the logo of JJ’s rival frat strolled up to you, a cocky grin plastered across his face. “Hey, haven’t seen you around here before. You a Chi Alpha girl?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Nope. Just here for the beer pong champion who’s too busy to hang out with me.”

“Ah, classic Delta Nu. They’re always like that,” he said, leaning a little too close. “Maybe you need someone who actually pays attention to you.”

Before you could respond, you heard a familiar voice cut through the music. “Hey, buddy, back off.”

You turned to see JJ storming over, jaw tight and eyes blazing. He shoved the guy back a step, beer sloshing out of the guy’s cup.

“Seriously, JJ?” you snapped, folding your arms.

“He was hitting on you,” JJ said, glaring at the guy.

“Maybe if you weren’t too busy for me, I wouldn’t have to entertain myself!” you shot back.

The guy smirked, clearly enjoying the drama. “Looks like you’ve got some issues to work out, man.”

That was the wrong thing to say. JJ lunged at him, but a few of his brothers grabbed his arms, pulling him back. “Not worth it, bro,” one of them muttered.

JJ huffed, clearly still fuming. He turned back to you, and before you could protest, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“JJ! Put me down!” you shouted, pounding your fists on his back.

“Nope. You’re coming with me,” he said, ignoring your protests as he carried you up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, he kicked the door shut and set you down on his bed. “Alright, princess, let’s talk.”

You crossed your arms, still fuming. “Talk? Now you want to talk?”

He stepped closer, his hands on either side of your hips. “I’m sorry, okay? I was being an idiot.”

“Yeah, you were,” you said, turning your head when he leaned in to kiss you.

JJ chuckled, clearly amused by your defiance. “Oh, you’re mad mad, huh?”

“Gee, what gave it away?” you deadpanned.

He cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. “I’m really sorry, babe. Let me make it up to you.”

“How?” you asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

His lips crashed into yours before you could say anything else. At first, you resisted, but his hand slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss until your frustration began to melt.

When he pulled back, his lips brushed against your jaw as he murmured, “I’ve been a shitty boyfriend tonight, but let me show you how much I hate when you’re mad at me.”

You swallowed, your annoyance quickly giving way to something else entirely. “This better be good, JJ.”

He smirked, his voice low as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Oh, babe, you won’t be thinking about anyone else by the time I’m done.”

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Good... Really? - Simon "Ghost" Riley x POC!GN Reader Drabble Part 2

Part 1 - You go on a really bad date with Ghost (Angst) Author’s Note: I don’t know if y’all will find this funny but I did. Let me know if you want a part 3. This was really just for shits and giggles…

“Lieutenant, we need to talk?”

Soap knew Ghost wasn’t the best with people but he didn’t think he was this bad. Now with a clueless Simon in front of him, Johnny takes a deep breath.

“You know that date you went on?”

“With my future spouse? Yes.” Johnny nearly busts out laughing with that. There is not a single thought behind those eyes.

The Scottsman just takes a deep breath. “And it went well, right?” Ghost’s eyes crinkle as he happily nods his head.

“And do you mind telling me how?”

Simon looks up, almost reminiscing that “perfect” date.

“Well, I did exactly what you said.” And with that, Ghost goes through Soap’s advice.

“Don’t talk about work.” Yeah but that didn’t mean to ban it all together when they brought it up.

“Don’t say anything stupid.” By not talking to them…

“Make sure they feel comfortable to eat whatever they want.” Well that comment was not comforting AT ALL.

“If you can’t think of anything to talk about, talk about the weather or something.” Emphasis on SOMETHING.

“Speak honestly.” Way too honest there buddy.

Damn, and people think Soap is the dumb one.

“And Lieutenant, you don’t think there’s a chance that… I don’t know… that date didn’t go as well as you think it did?” Johnny could see the neurons trying to fire in Ghost’s head at that. But unfortunately due to the lack of activity in that head of his, they come back with nothing.

As Ghost shakes his head, Soap was at a lost. Did he not think yelling when you lightly touched him was not bad? How has Ghost made it this far?

“Lieutenant, I hate to tell you this but,” and with that, Johnny bursts the poor man’s bubble. The more he explained Ghost’s pitfalls, the more he saw the big guy deflate. This was supposed to be funny but as the light in his Lieutenant eye’s dimmed, Soap couldn’t find any humor in this (right now).

Once Soap finishes, the two sit in silence for a bit. Johnny patts Ghost’s back, trying to soothe Lt’s broken heart. This is just sad. While Soap tries to find the right words to comfort the heartbroken man, Ghost shoos his hand away and stares at the Scotsman. Before Johnny can say anything, Ghost swings.

“Woah woah woah, what the fuck,” cries Soap. He stands up, arms out, trying to maintain some distance between him and Ghost.

Ghost remains seated, eyes locked on Johnny. He points a finger at him and asks, “how are you going to fix this?”

“ME! FIX THIS? WHAT THE FUCK?” Soap yells. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Well, this is your fault. I followed your advice.”

“NO YOU DIDNT!” Soap spins and scans the room. There had to be a camera recording this. “Ghost, I don’t know how but you literally did and DID NOT follow my advice at the same time.”

Thankfully, instead of attacking Soap again, Ghost slumps down in his seat. “How do I fix this?”

Johnny freezes. He’s never heard his Lieutenant so broken before. Damn, this man is in love. He slumps in the seat next to him.

Johnny genuinely didn’t know what to say. That date was bad. And you’re not going to take “nerves” as an answer. You respect yourself too much for such a shit answer. “Honestly I should have just let you be yourself. There’s no way you could have fucked up as bad as you did here,” the sergeant admits mindlessly.

Before Soap could think more on the matter, Ghost shoots up from his seat and practically sprints out the door. Johnny lurches forward before slumping back down.

John MacTavish was done playing cupid.

Word Count: 623

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[andy-15-07]

Home Again

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 886

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Joel stood on the porch, letting the golden sunlight warm his face. After years of chaos, this tiny slice of peace felt unreal. The air smelled of wildflowers and freshly turned earth, a sign that the world was slowly coming back to life. Behind him, the house hummed with quiet activity.

Inside, Ellie was pacing the living room, boots thudding softly on the wooden floor. Caleb, Joel and Y/N’s three-year-old son, was sprawled on the floor, chubby hands working diligently to build a tower of blocks.

Ellie stopped mid-step, glancing out the window. “Where’s Y/N? She’s been gone forever.”

Joel’s voice carried from the doorway. “She’s helpin’ Mrs. Greer with her greenhouse. Told me she’d be back soon.”

Ellie huffed, crossing her arms. “I needed to talk to her. Like, personal talk. Girl stuff.”

Joel raised a brow, stepping into the room. “Girl stuff, huh?”

“Yeah, and no offense, but you’re the last person I want to talk to about it.”

“None taken,” Joel said with a faint smirk, crouching next to Caleb. “What’re you workin’ on, buddy?”

“Big tower!” Caleb exclaimed, holding up a wobbly block triumphantly.

“Biggest one yet,” Joel agreed, steadying the structure.

Ellie slid onto the floor beside Caleb. “Lemme see that. Bet we can make it taller.”

Caleb’s face lit up. “Ellie help!”

Joel watched as Ellie grabbed a handful of blocks, her usual sharpness giving way to something softer. For all her bravado, she was surprisingly gentle with Caleb, her patience shining through as they worked together.

“Ellie,” Joel said after a moment, “you’re real good with him, you know that?”

Ellie shrugged, stacking a block without looking up. “He’s alright. Kinda like having a little brother. Annoying but cute.”

Joel’s chest tightened. It wasn’t often Ellie let her walls down enough to say something like that. “Well, he sure thinks the world of you.”

Caleb giggled as the tower swayed and crashed. “Boom!” he shouted, clapping his hands.

Ellie gasped dramatically, scooping him into her arms. “You broke it! You little monster!”

“I’m a monster!” Caleb squealed, his laughter echoing through the house.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full.”

Ellie smirked. “Think I’ll take this monster upstairs for a nap. Maybe teach him some manners while I’m at it.”

“No nap!” Caleb declared, his voice rising in mock outrage.

Joel leaned back in his chair. “Good luck with that one.”

Upstairs, Ellie carried Caleb into his room, lowering him onto the small bed tucked into the corner. She grabbed his favorite blanket, draping it over him as he squirmed.

“No sleep,” Caleb mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Ellie crouched beside the bed, a sly smile on her face. “Alright, listen up, squirt. You wanna build an even bigger tower later, right?”

Caleb’s eyes widened. “Bigger tower?”

“Yeah, but here’s the deal—bricks need naps to get strong. If you rest now, you’ll be ready to make the biggest tower ever.”

Caleb blinked up at her, processing this new information. “Bricks nap?”

“That’s right,” Ellie said, patting his blanket. “So you gotta nap too. Deal?”

After a moment, Caleb nodded solemnly, his eyelids already drooping. Ellie waited until his breathing steadied before slipping out of the room.

Back downstairs, Joel glanced up from his book as Ellie reappeared.

“He’s out,” she announced, flopping onto the couch.

Joel raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Told him bricks need naps. Kid totally bought it.”

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. “Smart move.”

Before Ellie could respond, the front door creaked open, and Y/N stepped inside, carrying a basket of vegetables.

“Hey,” Y/N said, setting the basket on the table. “Everything alright?”

Joel nodded. “Ellie’s got somethin’ she needs to talk to you about.”

Ellie stood abruptly, grabbing Y/N’s hand. “Yeah, we need to talk. Upstairs?”

Y/N glanced between them, a smile tugging at her lips. “Alright. Lead the way.”

Once they reached the bathroom, Ellie hovered awkwardly, her hands shoved into her pockets. Y/N leaned against the counter, her expression calm and encouraging.

“So,” Y/N began gently, “what’s on your mind?”

Ellie hesitated, her face flushing red. “I think… I think I’m starting my period. And I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”

Relief flickered across Y/N’s face. “Oh, Ellie, that’s nothing to worry about. It’s completely normal.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t feel normal,” Ellie muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Y/N stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Ellie’s shoulder. “It can be overwhelming at first, but it’s something every woman goes through. I’ll help you figure it out, okay? We’ll take it one step at a time.”

Ellie nodded slowly, some of the tension leaving her body. “Thanks. I just… didn’t want to ask Joel.”

Y/N laughed softly. “Good call. C’mon, let’s grab what you need and get you sorted.”

Later that evening, the house was quiet. Caleb was fast asleep, and Joel sat on the porch, a mug of tea in hand. Y/N joined him, leaning against the railing as she watched the fireflies flicker in the fading light.

“Ellie alright?” Joel asked, his voice low.

“She’s fine,” Y/N replied. “Just needed a little guidance. She’s tougher than she thinks.”

Joel smiled, reaching for her hand. “She’s lucky to have you.”

Inside, Ellie stood by Caleb’s bed, watching him sleep. His small chest rose and fell with each soft breath, his tiny fingers clutching his stuffed dinosaur.

“You’re alright, squirt,” Ellie whispered, a rare smile crossing her face. “Guess that makes me your big sister or whatever.”

With a soft chuckle, she turned off the light and headed to her room, feeling more at home than she ever had before.

[revelboo]

Ouch! Prowl asking about his human’s life before and immediately getting denied an answer. That’s rough, buddy. 🙂‍↕️

Yeah, he’s not going to take it well, either

Stand Too Close Pt 12

Prowl x Reader

• Catching your wrists, he pins them over your head and shifts over you. Pulling his head up to break the kiss and sees you scowl. Understands that you don’t think he deserves to know you, that he’s not worth it. And why shouldn’t you keep hating him, he hates himself most of the time. But it still hurts. “Is this all you want?” He growls, voice frustrated as you wriggle against his grip, eyes narrowing. “To be fragged?” Just his spike and body, nothing more?

• Like he deserves anything more from you? Especially right now. Everything was good, but no, he had to pretend he cares. Or maybe he felt bad about screwing someone he barely knows. “Not anymore. Get your hands off me.” Furious, you roll away from him as soon as he lets go of you. But there’s nowhere to storm off to. Trapped and at his mercy. Stomping as far away as you can, you start getting dressed. Seeing him mass displace, right his panels and just leave. And abruptly you want to cry even though you’re more angry than anything else. Why couldn’t he have just let it be? It’s not like he actually cares about you, so why ask except to hurt you?

• Pacing in the hall, he tries to calm down. Because right now? He wants to destroy something. That look on your face when he’d asked about your life, the way you’d just shut down so suddenly, bothers him. Going from smiling and joking with him to furious all because he’d wanted to know you. Not just your body. But maybe that is all you want from him. For a moment, he’d thought maybe you could talk to him. Open up. Of course not. In your head, he’s still the enemy, isn’t he? The bot who ruined your life.

• Sitting with your legs drawn up, you glare at the closed door. Wondering how long he’ll sulk this time. Something’s very wrong with you for enjoying that temper of his. Most of the time. It’s bad enough to be kept here against your will, but to have him ask those questions? Like he was trying to figure out what he was taking away from you. And it’s none of his business. You’re not together, not really. Hell, the only thing either of you have in common is liking angry sex. That’s definitely not a relationship. You’re just stuck with each other. That’s all. “Bastard,” you mutter, looping your arms around your legs.

• Spark aching as his back hits the wall, it occurs to him that sooner or later, he’s going to have to face you. Almost wishes he’d pushed. Made you tell him, but then you’d have resented him even more. Just wants to know you. Because when you smile at him, it spreads warm through him, leaving him oddly light. All his worries and his stress momentarily gone. Wants you to smile for him, to laugh. Be happy to see him. Wants more than just the feel your body under his. Wants to know you. All of you, the good and bad.

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[sturnsmadl]

the boy next door

contains- mentions of issues with dad, swearing, no use of y/n, mentions of anxiety, extremely light angst, mentions of death (ish)

pairing- player!matt x newgirl!reader

authors note- i wasn't gonna carry this on but i kinda wanted to do a part 2 so here :) im still gonna work on a new series too aswell as mute and boy next door which is gonna be hell on earth but im feeling slightly motivate so yeah! headcannons also coming soon!

requested by anon :)

You watch as he drives off in complete awe, his cars nice and you can tell his family is quite wealthy just looking at all the fancy additions to the outside, you can't even begin to imagine what the inside looks like compared to yours. 

thankfully you don't miss your bus, but you sit in the back corner alone with your headphones in, you think about what happened with your dad and even with matt. 

You're sick of dads behavior but even if you begged he wouldn't even consider how it may be harming you, which honestly made your days feel 10 times more dreadful than they already are. 

once you finally arrive at your new school you look around, just a typical American high school which you see in the movies is your first thought but as soon as you try walk your path is blocked by someone very familiar looking. 

you look up to see the person you were trying to avoid most, matt. 

"You lost newbie?" he smirks at you, and you roll your eyes as you usually do when someone talks to you like you're a kid as if you don't have enough of it back home. 

"no. I haven't even got into the building yet." you sigh as he looks you up and down just like the first time you met on your driveway. 

"Well, cutie-" 

"no." you huff at him as you cut him off before he can even continue. 

"Okay! okay. jeez..chill out a bit. I'm your tour." 

"Are you? or are you just taking that upon yourself to miss a few classes buddy?" 

"you'll see." He walks off, expecting you to follow and you do as much as you hate him, he's your only hope of finding your way to your classes. 

You keep following him as he storms through the halls, saying hi to almost everyone on the way. 

"This is art. it's an optional subject but I'm assuming you've already picked all that shit out?" 

"Yeah... I picked art, history and food tech." 

"Wow. We've got the exact same. who's your math teacher?" 

"Mr... Westwood?" 

"Ah. Yes. its hell in there." He laughs slightly while looking at your timetable in your hands. 

"you're in there?" 

"mhm." 

you sigh and think about how much you hate math already with the added annoyance of matt and his friends on top. 

He takes you around the whole school, forcing you to interact with people you would otherwise rather die than communicate with and he finally takes you to your class later than everybody else. 

"Seriously? now I have to walk in late on my first day?" 

"Problem with that princess?" 

"Don't call me that. and yes." 

"Okay, okay. what you got that anxiety shit people claim to have?" 

You just stare at him before walking off in the opposite direction of your class. 

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[fruitbasketball]

paige didn’t have a historic freshman year though. what was historic about it, except her winning npoy? (which, let’s be real was mostly given to her bc she had so much hype as they were gunning for her to be the next Sabrina and she was at UConn) they only played like one non con game all season because it was Covid, so yeah, I’m gonna bring up the Arizona game because it was one of the only real tests for that team and they… failed

oh this is such bullshit

you can’t be saying this in good faith my guy. there’s no way you really think paige didn’t have a monster freshman season 😭

we can just look at the raw stats buddy - she was averaging 20/5/6 on 52/46/87 splits. 46% from the field. she’s averaging more points as a freshman than maya moore her first three years, more assists than sue bird her first three years, shooting the 3 ball more efficiently than diana taurasi her ENTIRE uconn career. she’s shooting 46% from 3 bro, what are we TALKING about??

go ahead and bring up the arizona game!!! tattoo it on your ass cheeks if you want!!! GANGO. I DO NOT GAF. because then i’m gonna drag out the tennessee game and the arkansas game and the south carolina game and the syracuse game and the BAYLOR GAME because WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE TALKING ABOUT???????

ARIZONA was the only real test??? righttt so the tennessee team with jordan horston and rae burrell that they played and beat “wasn’t a real test”. gotcha.

and then when they played a ranked arkansas team (who they lost to) and paige dropped 27 on their heads on 66% shooting and 100% from the arc, that also didn’t count, right?

oh but surely south carolina, who with that EXACT SAME ROSTER would go on to win a national championship (AB, zia, henny) wasn’t a REAL test right??? and when paige drops 31 fucking points on their heads - we can’t see, we’re blind, huh???

but BAYLOR in the elite 8 - now THAT was a mickey mouse team, right? between nalyssa smith, dijonai carrington, didi richards, queen egbo, all led by kim fucking mulkey - that’s not a real test tho. no, we don’t get that until ARIZONA - so the team full of players that are allllll on a current wnba roster, a team that WON THE CHIP two years prior and then ADDED PIECES… nahhhh nah nah that’s light work. so when paige drops 28 points on they head, shit’s not historic.

APPARENTLY.

so then, when she wins ap poty, that’s bc of the HYPE. righttttt right right. okay so she beats out aari mcdonald bc she’s got more hype around her and she’s the freshman phenom and all this and all that.

so surely - when she wins usbwa player of the year, and espnw player of the year, and then she wins the naismith trophy, and the wooden award, and the espy for best female college athlete, when she’s on the ap, usbwa, wbca first team, and she is the first freshman in the HISTORY OF THE NCAA to win national player of the fucking year… that’s not a historic season.

i don’t understand this logic. i really don’t get it. why are y’all so mad about this girl being so damn good at what she does?? why are we on the lord’s internet LYING THROUGH OUR TEETH??? the problem with cherry-picking stats and overlooking critical games is that someone’s gonna know that shit better than you. and then you get in somebody inbox looking foolish as hell 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 thank u next good lord

[anonymousewrites]

Apple of My Eye Chapter Sixteen

Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Chapter Sixteen: Zero to Hero

Summary: Truths and lies are revealed as the struggle against Audrey continues.

            The Find Ben group walked up to Evie’s castle. The doors were thrown open, and Mal ran towards Ben the moment she saw him. They hugged each other tightly.

            “Are you okay?” said Ben.

            “Yeah,” said Mal. “I’m so much better right now. Are you okay?”

            “Yeah,” said Ben.

            “(Y/N),” said Evie in relief, hugging them.

            “Evie,” said (Y/N), smiling. When they stepped back, they raised an eyebrow. “I see Doug is awake.” They smirked. “I thought he was under a sleeping spell.”

            Evie turned red and smiled giddily. “There’s a solution to that.”

            “I told you,” said (Y/N). “You guys have True Love.”

            “You were right,” said Evie. “I don’t know why I doubted it. I knew he was right.” She smiled.

            “Congratulations,” said (Y/N).

            “Uma,” said Ben as everyone greeted one another. “I always knew you’d be part of the solution.”

            Uma shrugged. “I guess (Y/N) had a point.”

            “What’s this?” said Mal, looking at Ben’s beard.

            “You like it?” said Ben.

            “I love it,” said Mal.

            “What about those?” teased Uma, pointing at his teeth.

            “No,” laughed Mal.

            “I like them,” said Ben.

            Mal rolled her eyes before getting to the point. “Okay, so, we all think that Audrey could be at Fairy Cottage. We have no idea where that is.”

            “I do,” said (Y/N). Everyone looked at her. “Our moms would set us up for playdates when we were kids.” They shrugged.

            Ben nodded and sighed. “Audrey brought me there every Fairy Godmother’s Day.” He frowned. “Where is Fairy Godmother when you need her?”

            “I wish I knew,” said Jane.

            Carlos squeezed her hand supportively and pulled her aside. He wasn’t able to give her much comfort, but he could at least give her his birthday gift to cheer her up.

            “Doug, go with Jane,” said Ben. “We need to find Fairy Godmother.”

            “They might need some muscle,” said Uma.

            “Hey,” said Doug, sighing. (He knew it was true that he wasn’t the buffest man there).

            “Well, I’ll go,” offered Gil.

            “Yeah, actually, I would feel better, too,” said Carlos. He wanted someone strong to protect Jane.

            “I would, too,” said Evie.

            “Me, too,” said (Y/N).

            “I would feel better, too,” said Mal.

            “Actually…I would, too,” agreed Doug.

            “Alright, man. Let’s do it,” said Gil, smiling.

            “Let’s go, Jane,” said Doug.

            “Okay,” said Jane.

            “Be careful, okay?” said Carlos.

            “I will,” said Jane, smiling.

            The three headed out. The rest were left to head towards Fairy Cottage.

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            By the time they arrived at Fairy Cottage, it was dark. Night had fallen, and they used the cover to avoid being spotted. They made it to the cottage silently without Audrey noticing them, and Ben pushed the gate open. They snuck to the door, and (Y/N) pushed it open, stepping in carefully. No one was in the room within. Jay ran upstairs to check for signs of Audrey, but (Y/N) didn’t think there were any.

            “She’s not upstairs,” confirmed Jay.

            Bam! Bam!

            Someone hit a door, trying to get their attention. Ben looked inside and pulled the door open. Chad sat on the floor, quivering and holding his knees.

            “Chad?” said Ben.

            “I want my mommy,” said Chad, voice shaking.

            Ben knelt to help him up.

            “Oh, Chad,” said (Y/N), grimacing. Obviously, he tried to get on Audrey’s good side, and it had, as usual, gone poorly for him.

            “It’s okay,” said Ben, helping him up gently. “What happened, buddy?”

            Chad stuck his head out of the closet. Skittishly, he looked around at them.

            “Ben,” he said as if finally recognizing him. “Ben!” He hugged Ben. “Your face…” He looked around himself again. “She’s gone, huh? The door is open. I’m free. Freedom! Oh!” He pushed past Ben and ran out of the cottage. “Freedom!” His voice echoed through the forest.

            Harry giggled as he watched him go. (Y/N) elbowed him, and he just grinned.

            Mal sighed and walked out of Fairy Cottage. Audrey wasn’t there, so they needed to figure out their next plan of attack.

            “Alright, let’s get this Audrey chick taken care of already,” said Uma. She grinned. “What do you say?” She fist-bumped Mal.

            (Y/N) smiled at Evie, who winked. The two groups of VKs had slowly begun to get along and trust one another. It was wonderful to see.

            “You know,” said Ben, smiling at Mal and Uma. “Someday, you’re gonna have to tell me how you guys all got teamed up.”

            “Actually, Mal promised to let all the kids off the Isle once this is over,” said Evie proudly.

            “Everyone is going to get the chance they deserve,” said (Y/N), smiling. Evie grinned at them.

            “Mal?” Ben frowned.

            Mal slowed, and her smile fell. She cleared her throat and shifted awkwardly. “I have to tell you guys something. Um.” She faced them and cleared her throat, though she avoided eye contact. “I lied to you. The kids won’t be coming off the Isle.”

            Everyone’s eyes widened. Except for Ben’s. His went to the ground shamefully.

            “What do you mean?” said Jay.

            “The program is shut down,” said Mal.

            “What?” said (Y/N), not believing it. Ben had worked so hard for this. Mal had. Evie had. Carlos and Jay had. They had.

            “And the barrier…will be closed for good,” said Mal, swallowing hard. “For Auradon’s safety.”

            Harry let out a growl and took a deep, frustrated breath. Carlos and Jay deflated. Evie stared, heartbroken, at Mal. Celia’s eyes were wide and horrified. (Y/N) looked at Ben in disappointment, and he avoided their gaze.

            Uma’s gaze hardened, and she stepped angrily towards Mal. “So we’re saving your precious people and your behinds for a lie.” She swallowed. “I knew it was a mistake to trust you. You’re always out for yourself.”

            “And you, King Benny,” hissed Harry, stepping aggressively towards Ben. He glared at him, and in a moment, his anger fell away to sadness. “You’re probably just gonna throw us all back inside.”

            “No…” breathed (Y/N).

            (Y/N) looked between Ben and Mal. “You can’t do this. What, Hades almost gets out and we’re going to punish every VK still on the Isle? That’s exactly what has been tearing Auradon and Isle kids apart for years. You can’t continue it. It’s not fair.”

            “It’s for Auradon’s safety—”

            (Y/N) glared at Ben. “Auradon’s safety? We’ve been saved by the VKs multiple times. And we’re being threatened by Audrey, a princess, the daughter Sleeping Beauty. Good and evil aren’t separated by inside the barrier and out. Closing it doesn’t do anything but hurt people who don’t deserve it.”

            “(Y/N), it’s a hard decision, but—”

            (Y/N) held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear it, Mal. I’m not going to help you hurt people who don’t deserve it.”

            “What about Auradon?” said Mal, eyes wide.

            “I’ll let you know if I see Audrey,” said (Y/N) coldly, turning and walking away. They would always try to save Auradon, but they couldn’t stand by the kids on the Isle being left behind. (Y/N) had to stand up for what they believed in.

            (Y/N) walked until they couldn’t hear Mal and her lies anymore. Dejectedly, they sat down on a log and buried their head in their hands. Mal was going to leave all those kids behind. All the royals were going to be fine with abandoning the Isle because of one man almost escaping, but they weren’t even able to admit one of their own was wreaking havoc. (Y/N) couldn’t believe it.

            “What’s the matter?”

            (Y/N) jumped up and whirled. Audrey stood behind them with a grin.

            “All alone? Abandoned by the villains?” sneered Audrey. “I told you all that I would be the best queen Auradon has seen, but you all chose a villain. And now see what’s happened.”

            “Audrey, none of the Isle kids have hurt Auradon,” said (Y/N). “You can’t blame them for your…insecurities! It’s wrong!”

            “Wrong? Wrong? What’s wrong is me losing everything I worked for!” shouted Audrey. “How can you defend them? They are villains, and they will always be villains.”

            “They’re my friends, and they’re good people,” said (Y/N) fiercely.

            “Oh, really?” Audrey held up Maleficent’s staff, and it glowed. “Let’s see if your villains will come and save you, then.”

            Pink smoke swirled up around (Y/N), and they gasped.

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            (Y/N) stumbled to the ground as the smoke cleared. They held onto the wall near them, and their eyes widened. They were on the highest tower of Auradon Prep, and Audrey stood in front of her.

            “Oh, Mal!” sang Audrey challengingly at the heartbroken and alone girl below. “Come and say ‘hi!’ ” She grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and shoved them against the wall.

            “Mal!” said (Y/N), eyes wide as they braced themself to not fall.

            “(Y/N)!” cried Mal.

            “Come on, Mal, try to be the hero if you can!” jeered Audrey.

            Mal narrowed her eyes. They glowed green, and in a puff of purple smoke, she transformed into her dragon form. She roared and flew up above the tower. She breathed fire, but Audrey blocked the flames with the scepter. She laughed and sent a bolt of evil magic at Mal. The dragon swooped and dodged. She roared, and Audrey narrowed her eyes.

            She grabbed (Y/N) and held the scepter up. (Y/N) flinched as they felt the sizzle of dark magic against their skin. Mal came up short, not daring to attack while (Y/N) was in danger.

            Below Mal, Harry and Uma ran onto the grounds of Auradon Prep. They had been tracking down Gil to leave, but, instead, they had found the battle. Harry looked up, and he let out a breath as he saw (Y/N) held hostage by Audrey.

            “Highness,” he breathed.

            His heart thumped in panic against his chest. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but care for (Y/N). They had stood up to him and Uma, spoken to them with honesty and without fear from the beginning. They had stood up for the kids of the Isle, unwilling to abandon them. (Y/N) was brave and kind and attractive and witty and everything Harry could ever want. His heart beat for them.

            He had to help them.

            “Uma,” said Harry, looking at her.

            Uma watched Mal try to light the ember in her claws. Her dragon fire was impressive and powerful, but Hades’s ember, doused by Celia and her anger at Mal’s betrayal, wouldn’t ignite. Uma looked at Harry as he spoke.

            “She doesn’t stand a chance without the ember,” said Uma grimly.

            “Help her save (Y/N),” said Harry. “Please, Cap’n.”

            Uma looked at him and his expression. She nodded. “Let’s get that fire going.” She pulled her conch shell from her shirt and held it tightly. “Mal!” she shouted. “We’re stronger together!” The shell glowed. “We’re stronger together.” Mal flapped her wings as she tried to keep going. “I’m right here, Mal! Regain your might and ignite. I’m right here, girl. I’m right here! Regain your might and ignite!”

            Mal gazed at Uma and then the ember. With a final burst of fire, she blew the ember to life. The combined magic of Mal and Uma brought its light back, and a blue glow fell over the grounds of Auradon Prep.

            “Yes!” said Uma.

            “Yes!” said Harry, grinning.

            “Mal!” said (Y/N) in relief, seeing the ember glowing.

            Audrey growled, and Mal flew up at her, holding the ember tightly. Audrey sent pink lightning at Mal, and Mal sent blue energy back at her. The beams of light collided as each pushed all their power and heart into their attack. And Mal’s heart was stronger. She had a soul for magic, and she was fueled by love. Audrey faltered, eyes widening. Her anger was not equal to Mal’s love.

            “Go, Mal!” said (Y/N).

            “Come on, Mal!” said Harry. Save (Y/N).

            “You got this! Let’s go, Mal!” shouted Uma desperately.

            Mal roared, and the blue energy blasted towards Audrey. It hit Maleficent’s scepter, and it exploded with light. (Y/N) closed their eyes and covered their eyes at the light. Audrey slumped to the ground.

            “Yes!” shouted Harry, laughing wildly in relief.

            “Yeah!” cheered Uma, breathing a long sigh of relief.

            (Y/N) stood from where they’d fallen. Mal landed and transformed into her human form.

            “(Y/N),” said Mal, hugging them. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

            (Y/N) swallowed and nodded. They hugged Mal back in relief.

            The door of the room banged open, and Uma and Harry ran out.

            “Is she down?” said Uma.

            “She’s defeated,” confirmed Mal.

            “You’re okay?” said Harry, looking at (Y/N) intensely. His hand almost touched their face to look at them more carefully, but he held himself back.

            (Y/N) nodded. “I am. Thank you for helping. I know you had no reason to.”

            “You deserve it,” said Harry.

            “None of this was your fault,” said Uma.

            Mal’s gaze fell.

            “What are we going to do with her?” said Uma, crossing her arms.

            They looked down at where Audrey had fallen. Her outfit had returned to its regular pink instead of the corrupting black of Maleficent’s scepter. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing steadily and softly.

            (Y/N) frowned. They stepped towards Audrey and knelt. “Audrey?” They let out a breath and looked up at Mal. “Her magic turned back on her. She’s asleep.”

            Mal’s eyes widened. “Oh, no.”

            “Can you wake her with the ember? It’s her own spell—”

            “No,” said Mal. “I can’t—I can’t use it like Hades can.” She swallowed. “Audrey is cursed.”

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[jockw]

Ngl, I read your idea about Bee and Lucille being booze-buddies, and it made me think, but then I had another idea after seeing you mention her lack of speech.

Could she have been lobotimized? Lenore had to have gotten the lippy, rebellious attitude from someone and it doesn't seem like Thaddeus would be that way. Sure he's stubborn as a bull and bitter, but he doesn't strike me as a rebel or someone who would rebel (he is a train tycoon owner after all).

It wouldn't surprise me if she WAS similar in attitude to Lenore and as a result she was lobotimized.

I'm like, "Hell yeah are we gonna talk about them being drinking buddies" and then lobotomy came by and I go "oh shit that took a dark turn" it's 6am what else should I say 😭

There is a saying that goes very well with the Vandernacht siblings; "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" and, bear with me, Lenore looks a lot like her father.

If Lenore had not, she would probably act like him instead - the bull who wears the red cape instead of chasing. So what you said totally makes sense, Lucille most likely got a lobotomy or is taking some crazy medication to keep her "calm".

After all, being depressed isn't a good thing in that era.

I really want to see Lucille scowl, see her talk. Have a comeback, be snarky. Because otherwise Lenore wouldn't say such things that don't tone much with her father's, unless Thaddeus himself was quite the young fox in his early years before responsibilities took him over alongside the stress of finding his daughter a husband. And, to drag his wife because she's clearly more interested in her drink than some man she married over the years.

So I wonder. Do we get to see more of the parents? If not, guess that's for the plot to continue with the stag.

Ay, thanks stars

[hueseok]

can’t stop thinking about college student!taehyung who you developed a crush on because of that one time when it was raining really hard on campus and just like a scene from a movie—he came rushing towards you, asking if he could share the umbrella that you were already using to shield yourself from the rain.

he approached you when you were standing close to this big tree, settling to hang around in that area for the meanwhile because it seemed to be the only nearby spot that could provide you with a bit of cover. it was either that or forcing yourself to continue walking to the library where you were intending to kill time before your next class, and this seemed to be the obvious better choice.

you first saw him as a blur of black clothes, going towards you with intention and abruptly ducking down to get under your umbrella. you stared at him, trying to decipher if he was someone you knew—but upon getting a good look on his face, you came to the realization that you didn’t know anyone who was this handsome for him to be an acquaintance or a classmate.

“i’m sorry, but can i stay with you for a while?” he asked, flashing you an apologetic yet charming grin. “i didn’t bring an umbrella and i’ve been running for like a full minute before i found you.”

your gazes met and you pressed your lips together, a poor attempt to stop yourself from appearing too obvious that you were struck by his visuals. “uh, yeah, sure. no problem.”

“thanks.” his grin widened. “let me hold the umbrella.”

you let him, diverting your gaze to the wet pavement.

the sound of the rain falling and the leaves rustling due to the wind are the only things you hear for a short while. you were hugging your bag in front of you, dozens of thoughts going in your mind, like who was this guy? where has he been all this time? was he even a college student? does he go to the same college as you? is letting a complete stranger share an umbrella with you a stupid decision?

“do you study here?” he suddenly asked. 

you glanced at him, your eyes meeting again. “yep. i’m from the liberal arts department.”

“liberal arts.” he echoed. “what’s your program? i have a friend who’s in broadcasting.”

“history.”

“oh—guess you two wouldn’t know each other then.” he laughed to himself. “i’m from the hospitality management department. culinary arts.”

“that’s…” you trailed, unsure of how you were supposed to respond. you certainly weren’t going to admit that you found him even more attractive than before. “that’s nice. you look like you would be in culinary arts.”

another laugh escaped him. “really? people usually get surprised when i tell them i know how to cook.”

“well, i’ve always preferred giving people the benefit of the doubt,” you joked, smiling for the first time that afternoon.

“really generous of you, then.” he joked back. 

you spent a few seconds chuckling at each other before he spoke again. “i’m taehyung, by the way.”

“____,” you replied, your cheeks warming up despite the cold weather.

after that encounter with taehyung, you always seemed to see him around the university grounds. 

and every time you did, he’d always call out your name and give you the brightest smile that would make everyone think that you two were best buddies or something. 

you made sure to always greet him back too (maybe not as enthusiastic, but still genuinely glad), and would engage in small talk with him on occasions he would initiate conversations.

it was because of that that some people even began speculating that maybe there was something going on between you two due to how random the friendship was, insinuating that the reason the both of you were suddenly ‘close’ was because a blind date was arranged and you both quickly hit it off.

you turned the rumor down every time though, saying that you and taehyung were only casual friends who didn’t even talk much.

one day—on another rainy day—you saw him hanging around outside the room of your last class, looking handsome as ever with a blue cap and black hoodie. 

he immediately spotted you when you got out of the room, raising his hand up to capture your attention, unaware that he already did without doing anything. you just couldn’t help but gravitate towards him, wishing secretly that he’ll take notice of you like he always did.

“____!” taehyung called your name. “hey, it’s your last class of the day, right?”

you excused yourself from your friend, earning a teasing look from her before you walked away and approached taehyung, greeting him as well. “yep, it is my last class. why?”

“great. i want to bring you somewhere.” he seemed pleased at the idea.

you raised an eyebrow. “where?”

“to this café i really like. don’t you remember that i still have to treat you for not letting me soak in the rain a few weeks back?”

“you were serious about that?”

“why wouldn’t i?”

“i don’t know.” you shrugged. “i thought you said it out of courtesy. you know… just to be polite.”

“oh. well, i meant what i said.” he outstretched his hand, gesturing for you to hand him your bag. “let me carry your bag.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, confused at what was happening at the moment. you haven’t even recovered from the lecture you had to endure for almost two hours—and now your crush was possibly hinting that he was taking you out on a date.

“what is it that you’re actually doing here, taehyung?” you wondered out loud.

taehyung no longer waited for you to willingly hand him your bag, instead he gently pried it from your grasp. “i’m planning to buy you a mug of hot chocolate. it’s perfect for the rain.”

you still looked unconvinced, a fact that taehyung noticed, and with a playful roll of his eyes, he finally told you the words you’ve only managed to hear in your dreams.

“and i’m making this our first date, ____. would that be okay?”

you felt the familiar rush of warmth traveling to your cheeks. “you’re taking me out on a date?”

“i am.”

“but that would mean that you like me.”

“i do like you.”

your heart was leaping everywhere inside your ribcage. “you never told me that before.”

“i was supposed to tell you later,” he said. “but you’re confronting me right now, so…” he was being mischievous.

you nodded slowly, blinking. “oh.” everything that was happening at this moment still wasn’t processing as fast as you would have liked. “in that case… we should probably get going.”

he smirked, placing a hand on your back to lead you to the direction he wanted to go. “ever so nonchalant.”

you peered at him. “i’m not nonchalant.”

“sure, you aren’t.”

that day, you and taehyung ended up sharing an umbrella again like the moment you first met. only this time, instead of parting ways and moving forth with your own schedules after the rain stopped pouring, you and him continued to enjoy the other’s company, truly marking it as the first of many dates to come.

note. i was supposed to post this on tae's bday but couldn't squeeze the right words to complete this blurb on time hehehe,,, anyways this feels like an alternate version of another tae imagine i wrote way back but i guess i really do just love combining taehyung and the rain 🥹💗

[beef-brisket]

Adam stayed quiet and looked behind him, then walked out of Husks' shop and looked both ways down Pride's main street.

Closing the shops door, he slowly turns around.

Adam: Uh... I could have sworn she was right behind me!

Lucifer: You LOST her?!

Adam: I didn't lose her! She... just... didn't keep up-.

Husk: Wait, who's Charlie?

Lucifer rolled his eyes and stuck his head out the door, looking around.

Lucifer: She's like Adam. She's basically a kid and this is her first time in Pride. And Adam has just left her somewhere!

Adam: I didn't leave her-!

Husk: Whoa, hold up. Adam, you left a kid? A girl? On the streets of pride? In HELL?

Adam spun around to face Husk: I didn't leave her! Look- I'll find her, alright?!

Husk: Oh yeah, because that's what you're known for. Finding people.

Adam glared: Listen smart ass, I'll find her.

Lucifer: You better, Adam. It won't take long for someone in Hell to realize she's like you, they'll take her quicker than you can blink.

Husk: Hate to agree with ya, Lu. But sorry Adam, he's fucking right.

Adam groans: Fine, let's find her-.

Lucifer: Uh, you're finding her, buddy.

Adam: What?! Me?! Alone?!

Lucifer: You're the big god that lost her, so you're the big god that'll find her.

Lucifer folded his arms and glared at Adam: You're still here?

Sighing, Adam walked out the front door and looked around. Fuck Pride was a shit hole. He hated it here.

He walked down a few streets and looked down the alleys.

Adam: Fucking... where the fuck are you?

Man: Oh. My. Fucking. God. Adam?!

Adam groaned. That was a voice he didn't want to hear again. Slowly turning to face the direction the voice came from, he cringed when he saw the man getting a blow job from a sheep sinner down one of the alleys.

Adam: Fucks sakes, dad. Can you get you're dick out of her mouth if you're going to talk to me?

Teddy rolled his eyes: Still so touchy and not in the good way. But fine, give me 3.

Adam: 3 what-?

Teddy: 2.

Adam: Oh god-.

Teddy: 1~. Drink all that up, baby~.

Adam leaned against the wall outside of the alley with his head in his hands. He didn't look up as the sinner wiped her mouth and walked past him.

He jumped and glared as his father put his hand on his shoulder.

Teddy: My son! Finally, back in Hell! And here to stay, I hope! I have a new business, and I'd LOVE for you to be apart of it!

Adam groaned: I can guess what it is, and no thanks, I'm looking for a kid-.

Teddy backed away: Adam! You sick motherfucker!

Adam: N-Not like that, dad! Fuck sakes! And she's legal, by the way. Not that that matters- because that's not what this is about! I lost her, alright? And I need to find her before my husband kills me-.

Teddy: Whoa, whoa- husband?! Let me get this straight- or gay. You abandoned me for a thousand years-.

Adam: Heaven captured and imprisoned me!

Teddy: potato, tomato. Then, you run off to earth and fuck people's mouths for a living-.

Adam: I went to medical school! Sue me, I had a hobby!

Teddy: THEN you and some twink come and send ME back to Hell when I was on a very important, horny mission for our king, Asmodeus- need I remind you that you KIED my host?!

Adam: No, thanks. I remember. I swear, I'm still picking his brain out of my nails.

Teddy: You come down here, but not to apologize, no. To see some filthy SINNER! Amd then you AXED me in the fucking head! Which hurt, by the damn way!

Adam groaned: Dad, please-.

Teddy: And now, you're back! AND you got married?! Where was my invitation?! Who walked you down the isle?!

Adam: Dad, we went to a courthouse and then had fondue! It wasn't a wedding! We just sighed some papers, okay?!

Teddy: ...Still, where was my invitation?

Adam: Oh my god- you're going to get me killed.

Teddy growls as Adam starts walking off to continue his search. He quickly followed after his son.

Teddy: I heard you took on Heaven~.

Adam: Please, stop dad!

I miss our God!Adam Au

Sequel 👀

In Canada Eh! Lmao

CANADA FOREVER

Yes plsss! I miss our stupid, power-hungry boy 😫😫

[nami-moittli]

This counts as a “meme”, right?

[kangals]

FLUFFY GUY HAS MADE HIS FIRST ORBIT OF THE SUN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEPLER! 🎉🔭💫

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I was wondering, does Fiddleford still have a wife in your Halloween au? And if yes, does she know about him being a vampire?

I've been sitting on this ask for a bit, but I think I should finally answer.

In my AU, Fidds is actually pretty old-- not like ancient or anything, but surely a few centuries?

Anyway, so way back, when he was human, he did have a wife and a kid!! But when he got bit and became a vampire, he actually outlived them :(

He tries to think about them often, but it's definitely one of the things he chooses to erase when he creates the memory gun