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more about this because dew and phan are my favorites and i'm weak for them being soft (and also i want to write a fic about it but writer's block is messing me up so i'm writing my ideas until i could actually write)

the first time dew noticed the others leaving thw new quint out was at dinner when everyone seemed to have a place at the table but there was no place for ant and dew just saw him turning away with the saddest look ever and he just growled at everyone, took another plate putting a bit from everything on the plate before taking his own and going to phantom's room so they could eat together.

after that he noticed it much more, like when swiss growled at phantom when he sat too close to them so he pulled away from cuddling with the multi ghoul to cuddle with the quint, giving swiss the middle finger when he whined at that.

or when mountain yelled at phantom for accidentally pouring too much water to one of his plants and dew yelled at the giant that instead of yelling at the new summoned why won't he teach him how to do it right because, as he said before, phantom is just new to the topside, asshole, you can teach him instead of being fucking mean to him.

or when phantom saw cirrus braiding dew's hair and he asked her if she can teach him how to do ot and she growled at him so dew just stood up, taking phantom back to his room while promising to teach him how to braid hair (he also didn't let anyone else do it for about two months after).

he even made everyone sit through two hours of a lecture about how to be nice (and that's coming from him) to the new quint that included yelling, threatening, growling and death glaring all of the pack.

about a week later (when the rest finally got it through their thick fuckin skulls that phantom isn't at fault that aether left) the pack were at the common room watching some sea documentary that rain put on and suddenly phantom's head fell on his shoulder and he looked down to see that the bug was sleeping, mountain offered to take him to his room so dew could sit comfortably but dew growled at him and moved phantom's head gently to lay on his lap, and when swiss offered to take phantom from him (so he could cuddle with him instead that asshole) dew growled at him too, teeth bared and swiss held his hands up and sat back at his place on the sofa.

dew didn't even understood how much he actually cared for the new quint until that moment.

Are they really busy or did they just block me😝

okay but saying “i wish i had known you sooner” — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

😭🥺💕

thats my name?

nanami's daughter went through an identity crisis at the age of four.

you were teaching her how to write her own name. she happily exclaimed that she can do it herself, after all papa taught her all the alphabets. she clumsily jot down her supposed name and showed it to you, looking very much proud

suethart nanami

you were confused but told her this was not her name. she looked up at you with confused big doe eyes, the color the same as your husband's

"but thats what papa calls me?"

you chuckled behind your hand and explained to her what her actual name was and how it wasnt sweetheart. she looked so devastated that you almost wanted to rename her.

"no, its sweetheart!"

later that evening, before nanami could even announce he was home and put out his shoes, his daughter went to him running

"papa! whats my name??" she asked very firmly, with arms crossed and brows furrowed

he raised his eyebrow at you to see if it was another tiktok prank where he was supposed to call her 'my princess' (hed gladly do that). you just shrugged your shoulders at him, looking very much done. he fondly huffed, things are always so chaotic with you two, but he wouldnt have it any other way. he smiled softly and patted his baby's fluffy haired head

"sweetheart, at least let me put out my shoes first-"

she cheered happily and threw herself in nanamis arms. out of instinct, he held her, with all the gentleness in the world.

"see mama?? i told you my name was sweetheart!!" she then proceeded to give you a 'i told you so' look

nanami, still very much confused and not out of his shoes looked at you, asking for help. you just sighed heavily

later during dinner time, you and nanami both taught your baby about real names and pet names. she got so pouty after she learnt that her name was neither sweetheart nor baby nor honey, it was taking nanami a lot of willpower to not her rename her sweetheart and bring back her sunny smile. but you reassured her that to you guys she will forever be 'sweetheart'. she lit up at your words and proceeded to happily munch her food

nanami blinked. well that was easy.

tho she had another breakdown when she found out that your name wasnt actually 'my love'.

edit : i have a papa geto work too! pls check it out on my profile!! ty :))

the window's looking real nice

poly!rosekiller x fem!reader who they figure out they're obsessed with [659 words]

written in collaboration with @unstablereader CW: platonic!girlfriend reader again [similar concept to this fic, it’s the exact same trope friends just reimagined lol], one mature innuendo but SFW, possessive Evan, chaos and violence loving Barty

“Well,” Evan’s voice echoed, interrupting the conversation you’d been in the middle of with Fabian Prewett, “doesn’t this look cosy.” 

Your attention moved to the open doorway as Evan sauntered in, offering him a half smile as he kept a rather predatory gaze locked on Fabian. 

“Oh, hey Ev.” You greeted quickly, twisting your body where you’d been sitting criss-cross on one of the desks in order to face him. “What’re you doing here?”

“I was just about to ask the same thing.” Evan replied as he made it to you, one hand worming its way to your waist as the other settled on your knee. His glare never faltered as he deigned to reply. “I just endured a temper tantrum from Junior; said something about someone ‘stealing his treasure’. Is that what’s happening here, Prewett?”

“We were working on our Herbology essay.” Fabian explained simply, meeting Evan’s obvious hostility with a smirk. 

“Were you now?” He continued, the ghost of a smile on his lips that never met his eyes. “Looked like a pretty intimate study session.” 

“Yeah?” Fabian goaded. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous, Rosier.”

“Well you clearly don’t know a fucking thing, then, because I am jealous.” Evan replied evenly; his words and his rather blase deliverance of them shocking both you and Fabian. 

“What?” You barely managed to get out, causing Evan’s intense gaze to soften as it moved from Fabian to you. 

“I’m jealous, darling girl.” He stated plainly; gaze unwavering. “I already have to share you with Junior, and I only do that because I rather like sod. I don’t like Prewett; I don’t like the way he talks to you, I don’t like the way he behaves around you, and I definitely don’t like the way he looks at you. I want to be the only one who does any of that.”

Fabian let out a disbelieving scoff. “Have you lost the plot, mate? We’re in the middle-”

“Prewett, I’m going to warn you, I am this close to throwing you out of the fucking window.” Evan threatened darkly, though his grip never strengthened on your waist or knee. “And whilst Junior might like that, she’d be upset, so I’m not going to.”

Fabian seemed to deflate a little, but Evan carried on. 

“But the next time I find you hitting on my girl, I might consider it worth making her frown over.” He paused, smiling. 

“And I’ll make sure we’re on a much higher floor.” Barty added, seemingly materialising out of thin air to add to Evan’s point. 

“Barty! I- Evan.” You stuttered, reprimanding them both as you tried to shake yourself from this stupor they just put you in.

“Don’t worry, poppet. I’ve been told I’m real good with my mouth; I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to you.” He promised with a wink. 

“I’m out of here.” Fabian finally spat as he grabbed his belongings. 

“Brilliant idea.” Barty cheered, smiling tauntingly at the sod as he threw his bag over his shoulder, offered you an apologetic look, and stormed out of the room. “Have a bad day!”

“I-” you started breathlessly “what the hells was all of that about?”

Whilst Barty had no qualms beaming at you, Evan had the grace to look at least somewhat chagrined as he returned his gaze to you. 

“Regulus may have pointed out that the feelings Barty and I have for you are less than platonic,” He explained, ignoring Barty’s petulant ‘that’s what i’ve been trying to tell you!’ as he packed your school supplies into your bag and helped you off of the desk, “so I figured I ought to come and tell you.”

“Well...okay, but where’re we going?” You asked, taking Barty’s hand and following him obediently. 

“To the Great Hall.” Evan explained, your bag over his shoulder and his hand on your lower back as he held the door open for you. “Gotta make sure everyone else knows, too.”

"I fucked ur mom this" "I have sex with your dad that" well I have a weird homoerotic relationship with your hot older brother and he got lost in my eyes over our jumbo pizza slices and forgot to pick you up after soccer practice. it's raining and you're devestated btw

The Handmaiden + Romantic Lines

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