#and then we saw the 'boop yourself' option

[strangeandinteresting]

BOOP YOURSELVES!

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cutie (pt. 1)

fluff (pt. 2)

You and Regina had been dating for a few months now and had already broken up 6 times. This was mostly because of Regina being insecure or thinking that you’re cheating on her, then she would break up with you for a few days. She would eventually call you and tell you she missed you and you’d come crawling right back to her because you knew she still loved you but she was so worried about getting hurt she’d rather hurt you before you can hurt her. It took her about 4 months since you started dating to start trusting you a little more and this month she’d only broken up with you once.

It was Monday afternoon and school had just ended for the day. You saw your girlfriend in the hallway at her locker “Hey there pretty girl can you stop being tall for a second” you say looking up at Regina, Regina leans down to your height bending down just a little “thank you” you say before pulling Regina into a kiss, Regina kisses back the pulls away after kissing you “god you’re a dork” Regina says with a smile “ah yes but I’m your dork” you say with a wink “you know maybe I should just get you some boots so you’re a little taller because those converse are not helping your shortness” she says as she pats your head “HEY” you say with a pout and she boops you on the nose “cutie” she says with a laugh “don’t call me cute, let’s just go home please” you say trying to be grumpy “we’re not going home, remember? you said I could take you to the mall?” Regina says looking at you with her eyebrow raised “oh right, don’t be mad but I totally forgot…” you say nervously raising your shoulders into a shrug causing Regina to playfully roll her eyes “whatever, let’s go” she says heading to the parking lot assuming you’ll follow her and you do of course. You get in her pink jeep, throw your bag in the back seat then hop into the passenger seat. Regina gets in plugging her phone in the aux and putting on some music on Spotify. As she’s driving her hand finds its way to rest on your thigh, you don’t say anything but you’re definitely blushing, Regina notices and smirks. You arrive at the mall, Regina gets out and opens your door for you “aw thanks” you say hopping out of the car. You two wander around the mall, well more like Regina drags you around the mall trying to get you to try something new. “Baby come on it would look so cute on you, please” she says with a cute little pout and puppy dog eyes “ugh one of my only weakness, your cuteness” you say with a frustrated groan “yay, come on I’ll stop dragging you around, we can go home and watch a movie ok?” She says as she plays for your new shirt. The car ride home is quiet minus Regina’s soft humming to the quiet music, you feel yourself doze off like half way through the drive. “Baby, we’re home you gotta get up” Regina whispers softly in your ear, half asleep you lazily reach for her she decides carrying you in is going to be the easier option. Nobody is home so the house is really quiet “baby can you walk up the stairs? I promise I’ll cuddle with you as soon as we get up stairs” Regina asks, you softly nod as she puts you down. You very sleepily walk up the stairs tripping on the last step but Regina catches you “woah be careful cutie” you give her a dirty look “hey that’s not nice, only I’m allowed to be bitchy” Regina says playfully making you smile a little as you continued to head to her room. “Come on sleepy head let’s get you into something more comfortable then you can go to sleep” Regina says pulling you over to her closet “I thought you said you were done dragging me around today” you say sarcastically “haha very funny baby, here get changed so we can cuddle” Regina says handing you some clothes then giving you a quick kiss. You got changed rather slowly given your tiredness, you could feel Regina looking at you “ok creep stop staring at me I’m too tired to fuck you right now” you say nonchalantly, Regina doesn’t say anything she just comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist “I can’t stop, you’re so pretty and you’re my girlfriend I think I should be able to look at you if I want” Regina said resting her head on your shoulder, you blushed not saying anything “aw you’re blushing” she said tickling your sides “Regina NO!” You said trying to squirm away, Regina let’s out a genuine laugh tickling you more “Reggie please st- sto-STOP” you say through giggles “ok ok I’ll stop” she giggles as she kisses the top of your head “cuddles please?” You say looking up at her “yeah come here” Regina says pulling you over to her bed. Your head on her chest and arms wrapped around her while she plays with your hair and puts on your favorite movie.

A/N: I didn’t know how to cut this into two parts and i will be posting the second immediately after this 💕

[whoovesnassistant]

Skit Contest Entry 18

“The Doctor Rests” - By Queen Tut

Mechanical beeps and boops and sound off softly in the distance, The snores of a pony start quiet and grow slowly louder. And louder. It’s the Doctor, of all ponies. The snoring grows loud enough to be genuinely obnoxious. Then the snoring starts to fade until only a chilling, heart stopping ambience remains. This is no ordinary white noise. It’s the sort of ambience that can make your blood boil with dread.

Doctor Am I… sleeping? His voice echoes across the void. In the distance several voices from his past scream and cry out. Screams of pain from the monsters he’s killed. Cries of betrayal from the friends he’s left behind. The noise blends into chatter, but the agony is inescapable for the time being. Doctor Darn these blasted nightmares. Ah well! Nothing a little lucid dreaming couldn’t fix. *takes deep, dramatic breath* There is silence. The painful noises then continue. Doctor What? I… I don’t understand. That usually does the trick, doesn’t it? ??? What’s the matter? Can’t ignore them, can you? The voice sounds like the Doctor. Yet it’s… wrong. It’s distorted. Broken. Cruel. (sound effect department gets to have fun with this) Doctor Oh, what are you supposed to be? Some kind of wise guy, eh? ??? HA HA HA… I guess you wouldn’t recognise yourself now, would you? Doctor *hesitates then laughs* Oh, come now, you must be joking. Whatever you are, I have no need of you. So you’d best be on your way. Alright then, where was I? Oh, yes! Just closing my eyes until the scenery changes. Won’t be long until my subconscious mind properly connects to my consciousness. When it does you’ll be gone and I’ll be someplace far nicer. Perhaps a beachy region from one of the planets in Mare’s Head Nebula, or a field of mutated flowers near the 47th quadrant. Yeah. that sounds absolutely lovely for a pleasant night in dreamland…

Another silence sits as his monologue ends. ??? *super loud now* How’s that working for you?

Doctor *breathes harshly, slightly startled* This doesn’t make any sense. You should be gone by now. Why are you still here? ??? Oh Doctor… you simply can’t live without getting your way, can you? Doctor Who do you think you are anyway? ??? Ha… how many times must we repeat ourselves? Forever it seems? Eventually you must realize that this time you really are without an option to pray for. The agonizing voices continue to echo and reverberate as the two of them talk. Doctor *glups before speaking, allowing a bit of uncertainty to enter his tone* Right. Repetitive. I’m going to ask this again. Who are you? ??? I’ve told you. I’m you, little worthless wretch. The mirror you’d never look into. The parts of yourself you don’t show. Your… guilt. Doctor *nervous laugh* What guilt? Dark Doc *even more horrifying voice effects* The ones you’ve killed. The ones that cannot be saved. The friends that warned you of the monster in the reflection who went unheard. Unlistened to. I. Am. You. The voices in the background get stronger. Some of them are recognizable. Clockwork, the Doctor who saw our green tied felloe for his darkest self. Pistol, crying for both the life he lost and the one he never got to have. Mita, the pony who died inches from the TARDIS doors. Doctor *actually a little disturbed now* No… no… you’re lying. You have to be. Dark Doc Do you still remember the taste of… *enjoying his words a little too much* those… RIVERS of blood… filling our pores. That mossy metal taste of the blood of the Jabberwock’s kin? A snap with no known source breaks up his words briefly as he goes on. Utterly unfazed. Dark Doc OOOOOOOHHHHHH………… how about that STENCH? The… *inhales* saccharine sweet, burnt crispness…of what we left of those sycophants of Gallifrey… HA HA HA…oh… how it frayed… eh? After what we did… gone like a bunch of baked sugar cookies, really. The voices are still in the background, screaming to the doctor in their torment. Doctor *tiny, nearly inaudible whimpering* Dark Doc Oh there’s that other time when-*cuts off* Doctor *completely and totally freaking unhinged* NO. NO! YOU… you do not get the PRIVILEGE of housing in this place. GO BACK TO THE DEPTHS WHERE YOU BELONG… you… VILE… ARROGANT TRAITO- *cuts off* Suddenly there’s a loud smack. The Doctor gags, coughing, sputtering, and without respite. There’s a struggle. A double heartbeat resonates with ominous reverb. TH-thumpthump. TH-thumpthump. TH-thumpthump. Dark Doc That sound… in our chest. Do you…recall the children… who grew silent *starts whispering* as they rested against our… beating… chest? Doctor *struggling, gagging, even gasping* Sss…sssss…sst-top. TH-thumpthump. TH-thumpthump. The hearts keep beating. The voices around him are louder. More powerful. Unceasing. Eventually… everything around the Doctor… becomes nothing more than awful noise. Doctor *hyperventilates* The hearts thump still. The voices linger. Longer. Then longer still. Then they simply stop. There’s only the thrashing of frantic hooves against a mattress. Then a thud as the Doctor’s body hits the floor. He gasps and heaves as a slight squelching squishes. Followed by a sickening, grinded munching. A chilling hiss emits from the creature in his ear. Doctor *inhales deeply* GET OFF. GET OFF. Get off. I need you to get off! LEAVE!!! A squish-smack comes from the thing as it falls against the floor.This is followed by violent smashing. Bam. Bam. Bam. Then silence. Doctor *heaves loud, his breath shaking and fragile, almost sounds like he’s crying* Sonic Screwdriver sound effect. Doctor P-p-p-paras-s-site. Must… have… picked up… from… m-moon. Feeds on… s-s-suffering. Venom designed to alter neural connectivity in order to maximize resources for… feeding. Most effective when host is asleep. Symptoms include uncontrollable nightmares and psychological distress. It’s quiet again. But only for a while. Doctor Ha ha… hehe… *more painful and disturbed with each syllable* HA HA HA HE HEH HEHE HEH! Hoof steps crawl through the TARDIS now. Wobbling. Slow. Like a foal taking its first steps. The door creaks. Paper flicks against wood. Doctor Is… this… a note? Doctor hears Derpy’s voice reading the note in his head. Derpy Hey Doctor. Me and Tick saw you were taking a nap. We didn’t want to wake you since I know you don’t sleep often, but I wanted to let you know that Tick Tock found a hurt cat outside the TARDIS. She’s a bit funny. And she does glow sometimes. And she might be from space? Maybe? We’re not too sure. ANyway, she’s very sweet so we thought it would be okay to watch over her for a while until she gets better. Hope you don’t mind and that you had a nice restful sleepy time!Lots of hugs, Ditzy Doo. P.S. Oops, meant to sign off as Derpy Hooves. My bad! Doctor *weak, resigned* Huh. Cat Meow? Doctor steps forward slowly and another door creaks open. He can hear Tick Tock’s gentle snoring and Derpy’s relaxed breath. Doctor They… must have fallen asleep. In the same bed even. Silence. Profound silence. Doctor At least… they have each other… right?

Cat Meow! Cat Mrow! Cat Mew. Silence. Skit ends.

[imagineabuttercream]

I'll be your date - (Josh x reader) - part 2

You and Louise were just waking up the morning of the big premier.  sitting on her counter, with your coffee in your hands, you were trying  to convince Louise to eat something.

"Okay, okay. I'll nibble some crackers or something." She said.

"No.  Here." you replied, handing her a glass of orange juice. "I'm making  you breakfast and you're going to sit there and relax."

Walking  into the room, Darcy ran to her mom. Darcy always had a way of calming  Louise down. "Baby!" Louise called, scooping Darcy up into her arms.

"Y/n!" Darcy squealed, wriggling out of her mom's arms.

"Hey, Darcy. Want to help with breakfast?" you asked, pulling her up to sit on the counter.

Darcy  helped you crack eggs, make toast, and set the table. "Look at Auntie  y/n teaching you how to cook." Louise talked with Darcy while you  finished up breakfast.

"I definitely feel better." Louise said after you all had finished eating breakfast.

"Good. Now lets go get pampered." you replied, finishing the dishes.

After  a morning full of Mani/Pedi heaven with Louise and Darcy, you were  ready to actually get ready for the premier. "Darcy, lets go get our  dresses on while your mum finishes getting her make-up done." you said,  scooping Darcy up and tickling her.

Louise mouthed a silent "Thank you."

"I'll go get ready! I promise!" Darcy said, between laughs.

"Grab your dress and meet me in my room." you said, setting her down.

Hearing  your phone ding, you opened up your texts. "Check your snapchat. I  can't figure out what to wear!" was in a text from Josh.

Opening  your snapchat, you saw a few videos from Josh. One after another of  different shirts he could wear with his suit. You could tell he was  really nervous by the way he talked in the snaps. Sending one back, you  put the camera on yourself and recorded a message. "Calm down! I'm going  to slip into my dress and then I'll Skype you." you said smiling. "I'm  sure you'll look handsome in whatever you wear." You ended the video  blowing a kiss at the camera.

"I got my dress!" Darcy yelled, flying into your room.

"One second, love." You replied, getting your dress zipped up. "Here, let's get you dressed so we can Skype Josh."

"Who's Josh?" Darcy asked, putting her arms in the air so you could slip her dress over her head.

"He's my date!" you said, straightening her dress.

"Do you like him?" She asked, in typical kid fashion.

"I think I do." you said, smiling at the adorable child asking you questions.

"Is he cute?" she added.

Laughing, you replied. "He is. He's very handsome."

"Is he your boyfriend?" She continued.

"I  don't think so." you said, booping her on the nose. "No more Josh  questions, we're about to Skype him and help him pick out his outfit."

"Okay, okay." she said, smirking at you.

Dialing his Skype account, Darcy sat on your lap and waited for Josh.

"Look at how beautiful you two look." Josh said, trying to set his lap top up so he could show you the clothes.

"Thank you!" Darcy said, cheerily.

"So what are our options?" you asked.

"Okay. I've been stressing out." he said, walking to his bed and picking up the options.

"Don't stress, love. You're going to look great." you replied, watching him blush a bit through the camera.

"I don't know. Look at Darcy's dress. I have high standards to meet." Josh responded.

Darcy giggled and whispered in your ear so Josh couldn't hear. "He IS cute."

"I told you." you said.

"Telling  secrets, are you?" Josh laughed, holding up his two best options.  "These two are the nicest, but there are more options."

"I  was just telling Y/n she was right. You are very cute." Darcy said,  getting closer to the lap top to look at the two shirts. "And you have  to wear the purple one."

"I'm cute, huh?" Josh ducked his head.

"She's not wrong." you laughed. "And Darcy is right about the shirt. Definitely purple."

"Perfect." Josh replied. "Thank you Darcy."

Darcy smiled and then got closer to the lap top. "You should bring y/n flowers." she whispered.

You  and Josh both cracked up laughing. "I'll take that into consideration.  I'm going to go get ready. I'll see both of you in a bit." he said,  waving to the camera.

"Bye" you said, still laughing.

"Bye!" Darcy cheered, waving back.

"You, little girl, are sneaky." you said tickling Darcy.

"Y/n!" you heard Louise call, walking towards your room. "Your turn with the make-up girl."

"Mum!" Darcy squealed, laughing while you tickled her. "Help!"

"That depends on why she's tickling you." Louise laughed, seeing her daughter squirm and giggle.

"She told Josh I think he's cute." you laughed, letting her go.

"Go Darcy!" Louise cheered, picking her up. "Now go get your make-up done!" she ordered, pointing at you.

"Going, mom!" you fake whined.

Sitting  in the make-up chair, you were scrolling though social media on your  phone. Opening Instagram, you saw a picture Josh had posted. It was him  on his balcony posing in his suit. "Hoping I look a quarter as good as I  know my date does." was the caption.

Adding  a comment to the photo, you wrote "You are definitely raising the  dating standard. See you soon." adding the kissy emoji.

At  last, everyone in the house was ready to go. Darcy would be walking the  carpet with Louise and her date, and your car had just pulled up. "Lets  go!" Darcy said, looking through the window.

As  you walked outside, both of your dates exited the car. They helped you  into the car and joined you. "I want to sit by Josh!" Darcy called,  sitting between you two.

You  wanted to listen to what she was saying, but you saw Louise looking a  bit stressed. Grabbing her hand, you tried to calm her down. "Tonight is  going to be perfect." You said, handing her a tissue in case she teared  up a bit.

"She's right." her date said. "You've been working on this for a year and it's incredible." putting his arm around her.

"You guys are the best. I'm just nervous. I have butterflies in my tummy." she replied.

Pulling  up to the venue, you had to get ready to walk the carpet to the actual  event. "Darcy, if your mum gets crowded, you can always come walk with  Josh and I." you told her, helping her out of the car.

"Are you ready?" Josh asked you, putting his arm around your waist.

"I  think so." you said, the nerves finally hitting you a bit. You had been  so busy making sure everyone else was okay, you didn't have time to be  nervous...until you saw all of the lights and the cameras and  microphones. "If I pass out, drag me behind the backdrop." you laughed,  starting the long walk to the venue.

"You're going to do great, love." he said, pecking you on the cheek.

"Thank  you." you said, looking up at him surprised. Staring into his eyes, you  felt a little brave. Placing your hand on his cheek, you made the short  stretch to meet his lips with yours. It was a sweet quick kiss, but you  saw the camera flashes and broke the kiss, ducking your head, blushing.

Lifting your chin  so that your eyes met his, Josh leaned in and pecked you on the lips  again. "Don't hide your face, beautiful."

Continuing  to blush, you grabbed Josh's hand. "Lets get this over with." you  laughed, continuing to walk from camera to camera, answering questions,  and getting to do a few fun interviews with some of the you-tubers  Louise had given press passes to. You were having  a great time, and  Josh was perfect. Holding your bag, posing with you for pictures,  helping break the ice with interviewers. Walking to the next camera,  Josh spotted Darcy all by herself. Making eye contact with her, he waved  her over.

"Y/n!" Darcy called, running into your arms.

"Hey, beautiful. Where's your mom?" you asked.

"She's  talking to a reporter, but I didn't want to wait. She knows I came to  find you." she replied, smiling as a few pictures were snapped of the  three of us.

You were being pulled into another conversation with a reporter and Darcy was being shy, hiding her face in your hair.

"Hey there." Josh said, walking up behind you. "Want to come with me?" he asked Darcy.

She didn't reply, but she held her arms out to Josh.

You  finished your interview and turned to see Darcy half asleep in Josh's  arms and about 20 people trying to get a good picture of the adorable  scene you were witnessing.

"You  two are precious." you said, walking up and rubbing Darcy's back. "Want  to skip the rest of the carpet and go inside?" you asked her.

She  nodded her head yes and climbed into your arms. Josh put his arm around  you and walked you to where Louise was being interviewed. "Why don't you two head inside and I'll let Louise know we have Darcy. I'll join you in a second."

Waiting  for Louise to be between interviews, Josh grabbed her attention telling  her that Darcy was taken care of and that we would be inside. "You are  the best. Thank you so much. I don't think I'll make it in for another  half hour." she said, taking a deep breath.

"Well  you're killing it. This whole thing is amazing and you look wonderful.  You're almost to the end." Josh encouraged her, pulling her in for a  hug.

"Thank you, love. Now go find your date." she winked at Josh.

Josh  found you inside, sitting on a bench with Darcy asleep in your lap.  "She looks comfortable." Josh teased, sitting next to you and pulling  you to lean into his side.

"I don't mean to brag, but I make a very comfy nap buddy." you laughed, hearing Darcy snore a bit.

"I think I may just have to find out for myself." Josh replied.

"I think that can be arranged." you said, leaning a bit more into Josh. "I can already tell you're a good snuggler."

After  sitting there for a bit, you decided this would make an adorable  picture. "Can you grab my phone and take a picture of the three of us?"  you asked Josh.

"Of course." he  said, opening your clutch and holding the phone out in front of you. He  snapped a few pictures to make sure he got a good one.

"Now open Instagram and pick the best one." you said, not wanting to jostle Darcy.

"Does this one work?" He asked, showing you a photo.

"Perfect." you replied. "Now write, *Pretty sure I have the two cutest dates here*"

"Awww." Josh said, blushing. "Really?" he asked, waiting to type it.

"Definitely." you said, laying your head back against his side.

The  night was flawless. Louise survived the carpet, the clothing line was  presented without a hitch, she had tons of offers from other brands  wanting to work with her, and her line got TONS of great press. Darcy  had fun, you were tagged in about 100 pictures with Josh, you two shared  a sweet champagne toast to new beginnings, and now you were sat waiting  with Josh for an uber. "You are dead on your feet, love." Josh said,  grabbing your shoes and purse from you.

"I'm okay. I'm just exhausted." you tried to laugh it off.

"Why  don't you come back to my place and let me take care of you?" he asked.  "It's about 30 minutes closer and I promise to be on my best behavior."  Josh said, opening the Uber door for you.

Seeing  him slide into the car next to you, you pondered it. "That sounds nice,  actually." you said, laying your head on his shoulder.

Josh gave the driver his address and the next thing you knew he was waking you up. "We're here."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." you replied, Josh helping you out of the car.

"Don't  apologize. Come on." Josh led you up to the flat. "The boys are in  Brighton, so you don't have to worry about waking anyone up." he said,  setting your bag and shoes by the couch. "I'll put your phone on the  charger in my room."

"Thank you." you said, following him.

"The bathroom is right across here if you want to go change." he said, grabbing you a t shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

"Perfect. Can you unzip me?" you asked, turning to point to the zipper on the back of your dress.

Josh  gently gathered your hair to one side so that it wouldn't get caught in  the zipper. He slowly unzipped the dress, dropping his lips to the back  of your neck for a chaste kiss. "There you go." he said, handing you  the clothes.

Walking  into the bathroom, you couldn't keep the smile off of your face.  Changing into his clothes and washing the make-up off of your face, you  felt a few butterflies flutter in your stomach. You walked around the  flat looking for Josh. "There you are." you said, finding him in the  kitchen in a pair of his sweats and no shirt.

"Just  making us a snack and grabbing us some water." He said, looking you up  and down. "I quite like you wearing my clothes." he added.

"The  sweats are tight, but comfortable." You replied, trying not to blush.  "What are you making?" you asked, coming to stand next to him.

"I  just finished. I made us sandwiches." he replied, brushing the crumbs  from his hands and turning to face you. Once again, he looked you up and  down. "I think you fill them out perfectly." he said, his hands coming  to rest on your hips.

"You continue to blow me away. " you said, lifting your hands to run them up his neck.

He  got the goosebumps from the touch of your fingers and leaned down to  capture your lips in a kiss. "I'm glad." he replied. "Now let's eat. You  need rest."

"Amen to that." you said, grabbing the plate he handed you.

After  you had eaten and re-filled your water glasses, he led you to his room.  "I can crash on the couch if you want." Josh said, fluffing the pillows  and fidgeting with the duvet.

"No way. I seem to recall a snuggle date being mentioned earlier?" you teased, seeing him smile when you told him to stay.

"Then lets call it a night." he said, pulling the duvet back so you two could crawl in and shutting off the light.

The  last thing you remember was being pulled into Josh's strong arms and  feeling his chest rise and fall as you both fell asleep.

The  next morning, you woke up to the delicious smell of breakfast food  filling the air. Taking in your surroundings you recalled last night.  Josh was already out of bed, so you assumed he was the one cooking.  Looking over at the night stand, there was a small vase of purple  flowers and a note.

"Good  morning, beautiful. If you don't already have plans, I suggest we have a  lazy day around the flat. You deserve a day off." was what the note  said.

You  immediately took a picture of the flowers and text Louise. "You need to  tell Darcy that Josh listened to her and bought me flowers."

Hearing your phone ding, you opened it up. "She said he's a keeper." Louise text you back.

Taking a deep breath and laying back in the bed, you couldn't help but agree. "He really is, isn't he."

[tinylilacbun]

Don't like pants

(GIF not mine)

Summary: You don't like wearing pants.

Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff

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"What about these, little one?" Loki held up a pair of black leggings, sighing when you shook your head again.

He walked back to your closet and came back with a few other options, skirts, shorts, and some dresses, showing you each of them.

No.

No.

Uhh, no.

You would have denied each of them and Loki really had no time for this, but he wanted you to be comfortable before he leaves for a mission.

"Darling, you need to wear some kind of pants" he explained, folding the skirt you didn't want to wear.

"No, I don't!" you said and crossed your arms.

"Please, little one. Let daddy put you on some pants" you heard the desperation in his voice and looked at the green shorts next to you.

"Fine, dis one pwease" you said pointing at them.

Loki smiled and slid them up to your legs, kissing your cheek, and carried you to the living room.

He set you down on the couch and turned on the TV, scrolling through disney+ he put on one of your favorite movies.

"I will be back in a few hours, be good, and don't eat too many sweets" he warned and gave you one last kiss, before disappearing through the front door.

After one movie you slowly started to feel uncomfortable in your clothes and decided to go and change yourself.

You don't like pants.

Loki tried to be quiet as possible with opening the front door because he wanted to surprise you that he came home earlier than expected.

Snapping his fingers he was dressed in some sweats and a green shirt. He made his way to the living room and shook his head smiling when he saw you.

You were laying on the ground with a stuffie under your head as a pillow and only wore a green with snakes patterned onesie.

He sighed and made his way to you. You squealed in joy and made grabby hands at him.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, princess" he helped you up and sat down with you on his lap, on the couch. He rubbed your naked thighs and chuckled. "My silly little monkey, you really don't like pants"

You shook your head and he booped your nose, making you giggle.

"As long you are wearing pants when we leave the house I'm fine with it"

"Deal!" you nod and wrapped your arms around him, placing your head on his shoulder.

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[husbandohunter]

A Furry Predicament, but reversed (Reader turns into a cat)? Pretty please with a sweet lil cherry on top? (I recently stumbled across your blog and may I just say that I absolutely adore your works??) Thank youu and take care~~

A Furrier Predicatment [Genshin x Cat!Reader]

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Synopsis: It's your turn to be a cat after this incident.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): Ah you did OwO that's very sweet of you. It's alot of fun to write, especially when your imagination is stunted and you just gotta spit out something silly.

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[Diluc]

Any beloved pet owned by Master Diluc would be under the most high quality and meticulous treatement. Mostly for cats since they tend to be calm while elegant...to some extent. If they were dogs then he'll ensure that they also serve as a partner for sniffing out trouble such as a certain bard who'd might've sneaked into the wine cellars. But you weren't either, so to say, you were both a beloved AND a cat.

As he picks you up gently into his arms, Diluc would be a little baffled on what to do next. He has no idea how to care for delicate creatures as he never had one (other than a pet tortoise but that's different) in which he needed to look for help. But who? The staff? Certainly not, no one can find out that his partner turned into a pet (imagine all the scandals he'll be in). Jean? Anything but the knights of Favonius. And most certainly not his brother.

So Diluc ends up figuring everything out by himself (old habits die hard). All the sweets and regular meals you craved were no long in your menu, you were forced to have a proper cat diet because he believed it was healthier. Half of the time he has no idea what he's doing, since you were a cat and all you could do was "meow" (which Diluc forgets. He tries to have a mundane conversation until you stare at him with feline eyes. That was when he remembered).

"What would you like for tonight's dinner, my love?"

"Meow." He has alot to learn.

Though Master Diluc often gets very tired and he attempts to take a quick nap before killing himself over the next set of duties. That is, until you could help it. Being a cat has it's furry and comfy advantages. So you leapt up to the bed as quietly as possible and onto the side of your lover, circling a few times to see if he was really asleep. When he was you snuggled close to keep him warm, hoping it would lull him into a rest even deeper. He slept like a baby.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

If the Cavalry Capatain were to own a pet, they would either be charmed by him or snaring their teeth because of his unreadable and suspicious aura. Animal instincts are quite powerful. But your case wasn't the latter, thankfully and he could feel himself growing fond of this new found relationship. Almost. What should he do with you now that you're a cat, Kaeya wonders.

Belly rubs and a lot of them. He absolutely adores the way your cute little nose scrunches up while he runs his fingers on the center of your tummy (though he knows when to stop, Kaeya is rather gentle with you nowadays). You found that he absolutely adores the shape of your nose, would pick you up and boop yours with his own somehow knows how to be his flirty self despite your unusual form.

There was this one incident where you saw something shiny flashing over the wall. Slowly you followed it as the bright dot moved futher and further away, evetually gaining speed. Little did you know it was Kaeya who was watching you swipe your little paws up and down against the wall while he was just cleaning his sword. How could he help it? You were often so headstrong and independent, now you were just an adorable little kitten that loves to play with yarn and shiny things. It backfired him though, now there were a bunch of scratchmarks marring the surfaces (which he had to pay for repairs).

Takes you out to Windrise so that you could get some fresh air (also for you to find somewhere else to shed your fur other than his humble abode). Kaeya sits back under a tree while you either chase a butterfly or start slapping against the dandelions (only sneeze when they fly into your face). He wasn't sure if you were aware of what you were doing right now, if you were then he'll have lots of things to talk about once you turn back into human. If not, then at least he had the opportunity to witness such a soft side coming from you.

~xx~

[Xiao]

If any animal were to go close towards the adeptus, they would run away. Xiao isn't very good at interacting with others, pets included, usually they would run into the alleyway or hide around the legs of their owners while he glaringly, blankly stares at them (Even though he wouldn't admit it, Xiao thinks to himself, how soft is cat fur?) Now he gets to touch your cat form and turns out that fur is very ticklish yet pleasant against his skin.

Would be the most awkward conversationalist, the poor yaksha was already terrible with his words (often coming out harsh so he prefers to either keep away or say nothing at all) and even with you sometimes, now it was almost impossible to communicate. Xiao is not very good at reading a cat's body language. When you want him to hold you again, you'd walk in circles. He assumes you were hungry and leaps out the window to go fetch some fish...for the nth time there was a pile of raw salmon stacking upon the floor. Xiao thinks that maybe salmon species weren't to your liking, hence he does out to find another one.

As he plays his flute, you'd magically doze off on his lap. (There was one thing that you both can communicate with at last). Slowly but surely, he comes to learn the different gestures you make for certain situations. You often rub yourself upon his leg which he had heard to be a cat's way of claiming their territory. That was when Xiao picks you up, FINALLY. Though the real reason why it took him this long was because he was hesitant to hold you. He never really held a pet so naturally he has no idea how to hold a cat. Ends up cradling you in his arms because it seemed to be a safer option <3

"I never thought I'd be able to hold you like this," Xiao softly says to your lazy form, observing the way your ears perked up at the sound of his voice, "But I...forget it. We can stay like this for the time being, if you'd like. If not, that's fine too."

You stay.

~xx~

[Albedo]

The only pets Albedo had were for his alchemic experiments (plus they were put in cages too). Fact be told, he would make a terrible pet owner with the lifestyle he has now. The alchemist would be so absorbent into his work that he'll most likely forget that he has someone to feed and by the time he realized it, they would have already starved to death. After hearing glass bottles crashing to the floor, Albedo bursts into the rooms as the smoke fills it completely, finding a cat lost between it. The cat was you. He knows because he made the potions.

Sometimes he'd a little too scientific for his own good. Albedo assumed that when you turned into a cat, you've gone into cat mode and ends up treating you as such. "No, don't go near any bodies of water. You wouldn't like it." He almost forgets that you were once human which is very much like him if you had to be honest. Though when he does find out that you still carried human traits, Albedo must find ways to adapt things to your liking.

He makes your food himself. He's not a cook but he sure is good at everything he does, even if it's something he never did before. This goes for other areas too such as the size of your bed, if you need a little couch to stay on or maybe some tools to play around. (The only time when he is a good pet owner). In his sketchbook he'd have a bunch of blueprints and contraptions of what to make next. There's something enjoyable when spoiling you, those little reactions when you're pleased, like the twitch of your whiskers or the lift of your tail. Albedo finds is very cute.

On top of all that, he could also make you a potion to turn you back into normal. It seemed that it was the last thing he thought of on the list. Albedo was too occupied with treating you like a cat that it all flew over his head until now. Time flies when you're having fun.

~xx~

[Zhongli]

Unlike Albedo, anyone who has Zhongli as a pet owner would be considered to be a very lucky animal. He radiates a calm and serene aura that gives the perfect environment to have infinite nap times. People look at this man and wonder why his pet never gives him any trouble, especially when cats were considered to be both fiesty and needy. But they just didn't know that the cat was you (not like it would make a difference, any animal would know that Zhongli was no ordinary man).

How on earth does he know what you're saying? Maybe it's because he was once an archon. You could meow and he knows exactly what you would like to snack on. You could tilt your head, he takes it that you were curious on what he was currently doing (which was exactly what you were wondering), you can say nothing at all yet as if he could read your mind, Zhongli comes over to pet you with his gloved hands.

"How can I tell? Indeed it is because you're my lover, of course. Throughout this time we spent together, I've come to learn the way you speak through your eyes. They seem to hold true no matter what form you take. It's rather comforting."

Though there were many moments where you sneak up behind Zhongli. His hair, his ponytail- so long. Must play with. As you jump up and down with his thin strand swings side to side, it'll take a few seconds for him to decipher what your were doing. The minute he turns around he catches you with his hands midair and laughs heartfully. Cats were very endearing creatures.

~xx~

[Childe]

Back home in Snezhnaya, Childe would probably have owned a dog or two. They were mostly meant for hunting purposes, big and large furry creatures with thick skin suitable to endure the harsh cold. He has dogs because cats hate him for some strange reason. They either hiss or snootly turn their backs on him, one time he picked one up as a kid but his face bleeding after the cat scratched him with their paws. But of course you wouldn't do that to him. You would never~ he was your cutie pie anyways.

He was an obnoxious hugger, not gentle at all. Childe forgets his strength as a human man and when he squeezes you tightly against his chest, you'd spike out on all ends because by the archons, you're suffocating. But it was your fault for feeling so comfy and warm! Similar to Kaeya, they're both obnoxious but Childe deemed himself to be even worse. He'd rub his face against yours, commenting on how sensitive it sways. Tonia once told him that she wanted a pet cat instead, maybe he should also bring you back to his homeland now.

Yes he would love to play with you. Bring in the cat toys...or not. This was the eleventh Fatui Harbinger, what were you thinking? Normal cat activities? Not here. He's gonna teach you how to hunt like how he taught his dogs to hunt in Snezhnaya. You gave him the most deadpanned and dissapointed look with your large feline glare. Not only was he disliked by cats but he certainly was not good with them.

Though he can take it down a notch sometimes and just indulge in relaxing activities. When there was nothing else for him to do or when he was just tired after a productive day, he'd sit by the kitchen and you on top of the table. While you yawned and leaned down for a nap, Childe plays with the small of your paws to the soft edge of your nails. If he taps your nose, your whiskers twitch. Your ears are nice, maybe he should get you a headband version once you turned back to human.

You immediately wake up when he touches your tail.

~xx~

[Venti]

Achoo!

You sometimes wonder how is it that the anemo archon was able to live through 2000 years without getting beaten up by a cat. If andrius was a large cougar than a wolf, maybe he wouldn't be an archon now. Which is why you are to stay miles far far away from him unless you want the whole of Mondstadt to be blown away by the wind.

Wears a mask (as if this were the covid19 pandemic), although it doesn't take away all his problems, at least it'll minimize it. Venti always has a box of tissues ready but you can tell by the puffiness of his eyes that he's been sneezing alot. He really tries his hardest to pitch in every once in a while when Albedo was working on a cure for you to go back to normal. Though acts as if he was quarantined by staying all the way at the other side of the room.

"Ahahaha don't mind me. It's your local bard of Mondstadt dropping by to see how things are going. I wanna make sure how long it will take for you to make the potion? Just curious!"

No hugs, cuddles or anything involving close proximity. This makes Venti very pouty and impatient. Albedo finds it very hard to concentrate with all the sniffling and sneezing that he had no choice but to kick him out. It didn't help that the location was Dragonspine, now he was sneezing even more.

[asmutwriter]

Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 15)

I’m not sure how many parts I have left of this story but once I’ve finished it I will take all the parts and out them into one post but honestly I have no idea when that will be because ya girl wants to write a long story apparently. Some parts will be longer and others shorter depending on when I think the best cliffhanger is

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2314

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WARNINGS: swearing, pet names, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), face sitting, soft dom Eddie, sub reader, hickeys, slight masochism, praise

DISCLAIMERS

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

It was Wednesday. You sat with him on your bench, helping him with chemistry. “I could just give up”

“No that’s not an option”

“Please?” you shake your head

“Come on. You have three more pages left and then we can stop”

“But it’s so boring”

“Come on! You said it yourself, ‘86 is your year of graduation. It can’t be your year if you start slacking off revision” he rolls his eyes at you as you nudge his shoulder. He reads through the next few pages with you. You quizzing him on them and the previous pages you’ve read.

“How about we meet up again sometime this holiday and you quiz me some more?” you nod, taking his hand in yours and smiling at him

“I can’t do over the holidays as I’m going to Canada to see my family for Christmas. I can do this weekend though?” he nods and smiles at you “I hoped we would see each other around that time as I bought you a present and I’ve had it for about a month now” he chuckles

“Ooh very exciting! I hope you’ve not over spent on me” you shake your head 

“I only saw it and thought you like it” you let go of his hand “Come on, revision” he lets out an annoyed groan as you chuckle

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He comes over to yours. Its a few days before Christmas so you decide to watch Gremlins, given that neither of you had watched it before and it was described as being a Christmas film. He lies on the sofa, your body between his legs as you lie on top of him. Your chest against his as his hands gently run up your back. The film finishes and you tilt your head up, the boy below you watching the screen intensely before he makes eye contact with you. You smile at him “stay here” you say as you sit up. Leaning over to the coffee table and opening the little drawer under it you pull out a box. Handing it to him as you smile “I saw it and I know you like your jewellery so I hope you like it” he opens the box. A ring inside it. An off gold rust colour, slight decoration and intricate design either side of a dark stone. He takes it out, fingers gently feeling over the metal.

“It’s wonderful” you smile at him as he takes your hand and kisses the back of it “Thank you my beautiful queen”  he kisses you as you smile more, him pulling you back down to lie on top of him “I Eddie the Freak do take this ring as a small token of affection from you, queen Liz. I will think of you every time I look at it” he says as he places it on the ring finger on his right hand. He smiles as he takes your hand, gently kissing the back of it

“I got you a gift as well”

“Oh yeah?” he nods and smiles at you, booping your nose before gently moving you off of him as he goes over to his bag. He grabs something out and places it behind his back. Grinning at you as he walks over.

“So I know how much you like wearing my jacket whenever we meet up and it gets cold. Then I found this” He pulls out a black leather jacket, handing it to you as your eyes look over the fabric you gently take it from him, biting your lip slightly as you smile at it. “I thought you might quite like to have one of your own as I know how much you like mine. And now we can be matching”

“I love it, thank you!” your hands gently stroking over the jacket as he smiles as he watches your happy face. He kisses your cheek, the sudden affection making you turn to look at him and smile slightly.

“Hmm?” you query

“You’re cute when you smile” you blush slightly at his words before he changes the subject “What film are we watching now?”

“I don’t know” he goes over to the pile of videos you have.

“Have you ever watched Psycho or do you just own it?”

“I just own it. I got too scared to watch it on my own” he chuckles as he places the film into the player, coming back over to you and lying down he pats his chest again. You raise an eyebrow at him slightly

 “I know how scared you get when we watch horror so I’m just skipping the part where you slowly hide in my chest" you laugh “Come here sweetheart” you smile and lie on his chest. You both watch the film, your hand holding his tightly as you half cover your face when the scary parts come on. His other hand resting on your lower back as you watch together. The film finishes and you let out a deep breath

“Well that was terrifying” he chuckles slightly. You move your head to look at him and smile. His eyes meet yours and he puts his arms around you. Moving so he can sit up slightly with you still on him. Your legs bending under you as you end up straddling his lap

He starts placing kisses along your neck. Your hands go to his hair, stroking through his long curls. He sits up properly, one arm wrapped around your frame as the other helps hold him up into a sitting position. He carries on kissing your neck then your collarbones. His hand moves from your body, leaning back onto his palms as his eyes trace over you. You smile at him, reaching down and taking the bottom of your shirt, lifting it over your head and throwing it onto the floor. You put your hands behind your back and undo your bra, tossing it next to your shirt. He smiles as his hand comes up and start massaging your boob. Pinching the nipple slightly as you let out a small moan. He bends down, nibbling the flesh of you breasts as he continues to play with your nipples. Your hands bringing his head closer to you. You move one if your hands from the back of his head down, resting on his crotch and starting to rub him slowly through his trousers. He moves away from your chest, smiling at you

“Stand up” you do. He undoes your trousers, letting them fall to the floor as you step out of them and kick them to the side. He smiles, gently parting your legs with his hand as he runs a finger along your clothed heat. He slowly brings your pants down. Chucking them on the floor as quickly removes his shirt as well, going to rub your clit with his thumb. You feel him easily push a finger into your soaked hole. “God I’ve not even touched you and you’re already soaked”. You let out a moan as he curls his fingers across your g-spot. Your hands go to his shoulders to help keep you balanced, spreading your legs apart more as he rubs your clit with his thumb and slowly works his finger in you. He pushes another finger into you. Then he leans forward, his tongue coming out and licking your clit.

“Oh fuck” you rut your hips against his fingers and tongue as he lets out a low laugh, the breath hitting your sensitive parts. He looks up at you, gently kissing your pubic bone as he speaks to you

“Do you trust me?” you nod “Do you want to fuck yourself on my tongue?” you nod again as he smiles. He removes his fingers from you, causing you to whine out. He grabs a cushion and places it on the sofa, lying down and resting his head on it. He gently takes your hips, pulling you and moving so yours legs sit either side of his face. He lowers you down, kissing your thigh as you look down at him. He can see you hesitate so he begins kissing your thighs “Its ok. Trust me. You’ll feel so good” You know he’s smiling at you as he kisses your thighs because you can see it in his eyes. He then kisses your clit, sucking onto it harshly as you moan out. Pushing your hips into him more. He puts his tongue out, gently licking your sensitive nub. He leaves it out, hands going to your hips as he gently rocks them back and forth. You find a good rhythm and start moving yourself

“Fucking sh-shit” Your hands go to his that stay resting on your hips. Trying desperately to keep you thighs open. Hips moving against his face. One of his hands moves from your hip, gently pushing into you so he can finger you as he eats you out. “E-Eddie” you moan out. Thighs squeezing together, the sounds coming from below you was sinful as he goes to town on you. You feel yourself getting closer and closer with each curl of his finger and movement from his tongue. “Gonna cum... Eddie... Please?” he smiles, letting out a moan of approval. One that sends shivers through your whole body. You push yourself down onto him as your orgasm hits you. One hand gripping onto his and your nails digging into them slightly, the other grips onto his hair so tightly. You hear him let out a moan as you ride your high out. He helps you ride it out before pulling his fingers out of you. Drawing small circles on your thighs as you come down, gently moving you off of him as he sits you next to him on the sofa. He sits up next to you, wiping his mouth as he smiles at you. You place a hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it as you move his hair and start kissing his neck. You kiss, nibble and suck the skin. Hearing him moan into your ear as you move our hand from his thigh to rub him through his jeans. You smile as you see hickeys start to appear on his neck. Kissing each one before moving onto another one. You manage to undo his trousers with one hand, head resting in the crook of his neck as you look down and help his cock out of his confinements. You bite your lip as you see it. Hand going around it as he lets out a shaky sigh. He turns his head to kiss you as you slowly rub him. Feeling his hands go to your thighs as he pulls you onto his lap. He takes his dick out of your hand, gently teasing your clit with it as you moan at him and furrow your eyebrows. He lines himself up with your entrance as he slowly lowers you onto him. You grip his shoulders

“Fuck. I’ll never get over how good you feel” he says as he kisses you. He holds your hips, feeling him position his legs underneath you so he can start thrusting up into you. You moan out, feeling one of his hands move from your hip to your clit as he continues to pound into you. You lean forward into him, holding tightly onto his body and moaning into him as continues attacking your sensitive pussy.

“Eddie, go-gonna…” he kisses your head

“Hold it for a little longer...” he tries to reach his high quicker, going harsher into you as you concentrate on trying not to cum before he allows you too.

“Please... can’t... much longer...” you moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as you hide your head into his shoulder. He lets out a half moan half grunt before he speaks

“You can cum for me” you let out a long groan as you let your orgasm hit you. Tightening around him as you feel him pump a few more times into you before pushing all the way in and releasing himself inside of you. You let out a satisfied moan as you rest your head on his shoulder. His arm gently massaging your hips. Noticing small bruises appearing on them from where he was gripping you so tightly. Once he’s come down from his high he turns your head, a hand resting on your cheek as he kisses you slowly. Gently rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. You wrap your arms around him as he places several kisses on your face “you’re such a good girl for me” he says with a smile as you nod, head resting against him as you shut your eyes. 

He gently strokes your back as you both sit like that for a while. You feel him start to get soft inside of you but neither of you move. Enjoying this moment too much. “So umm there’s a small concert happening in this like abandoned warehouse place in a month. Mid-January I think on a Saturday night. I wondered if you like to join me and go?”

“I’ve never seen a live band before”

“Really? Oh well you have to go then! You’re missing out” you chuckle slightly as you nod

“Sounds like a good plan. Just tell me when and where and I’ll see if I have the night and next day off of work” he nods

“When do you go see your family?”

“I go in two days”

“Oh so a couple of days before Christmas” you nod

“Then I’ll be back on the 6th I believe and we can meet up then. I’ll ring you and let you knew when I’m home” he nods and hugs you closer “Are you ok?” you ask and he nods

“Just, I’m going to miss our weekly chats” you nod and curl into his chest more

“So will I”

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[tu-sugar-mami]

You're an exchange student part 2:

You can read the first part here

You sit awkwardly on a gigantic chair while holding a lukewarm, barely touched cup of tea with both of your hands. Your back is straight and your shoulders are tense. You're starting to feel a bit sore after being still for a long time but you can't bring yourself to move.

After the incident with the first cultist —or what you still think is a cultist, the redhead girl— the tall lady took away your bug repelent and lighter along with your backpack, putting them on the top row of a nearby shelf where she was sure your little hands wouldn't reach.

If you're honest, you're not sure how you ended up sitting in the chair in front of the gigantic fireplace with many heavy comforters on you providing much needed warmth, feeling like an unexpected but not unwelcomed guest instead of the next sacrifice, but truly you're not complaining. This is thousand times better than to die outside from the cold.

As you sit there innocently waiting for the next important thing to happen, you can see that the two young women who arrived after you are exchanging a few words with Miss Tall Lady while taking off their coats to reveal several layers of winter clothes underneath. It's strange to you, but you pay it no mind. Every person takes different to the cold, after all.

The tall lady starts pacing back and forth in front of you heatedly talking, glancing at you once or twicce, and it's not hard for you to notice the strain and exasperation in her tone. Whatever she's saying sounds serious, but you can only make out a few words like 'offering' 'wrong' and 'mistake'.

Not knowing what to respond your find yourself distracted by the decor. Your eyes roaming every detail of the chiseled fireplace, taking in the most fine of the details. Then, is the stairwell that catches you attention and you can't help but to think it would be a great place to slide on a cardboard box.

"Are you listening to me?" A commanding voice and a snap of fingers brings your wandering mind down from the clouds and your neck snaps to face the woman. Her eyes are a beautiful golden, and you can't believe you didn't notice before.

"Your eyes are mesemerizing..." You say in your language, breathless, the words slipping past your lips almost as in a trance. Your gaze goes a bit down and your fingers twitch with a sudden desire to run them over those blood-red lips and feel for yourself if they are as soft as they look.

Miss Tall Lady looks thrown off by the foreign accent in your voice. It's definitely one she hadn't have the pleasure of hearing before and somehow makes her pause. Her mind might be playing tricks on her but why did whatever you said felt like some kind of compliment?

"Mother?" One of the young women from before asks tentatively. You don't know if you're right but you think the girls are the woman's daughters.

"Take this one to the library. I will follow shortly." Miss Tall Lady says before hurriedly walking away, though without losing her lady-like grace. Your eyes follow an hypnothic sway of hips going up the stairs before you sense a hand being extended towards you, expecting.

"Teacup, please." A blonde, very polite-looking young lady says. You jump a bit in your seat and inevitably blush, thinking for a moment you were caught in your respecful percieving, but to your relief the woman in front of you didn't seem to notice that.

"Uh..." You're not sure what Miss Blonde wants, but judging by the look she's giving you, you suppose she wants to greet you formally, so you do what any other civilized person would do. "Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you, miss." You say as you properly position the teacup in your left hand and with your right you shake hers. She's taken aback, but after a second of hesitation a smile breaks and graces her face.

A pair of loud laughs sound from behind the blonde. The young woman with the dark hair approaches you both from the side with an amused grin. "I like this one, Bels."

"An odd one indeed." Miss Blonde replies.

The last one of the unusual trio approaches on the other side of the blonde, the redhead you knocked out earlier. She looks at you intently. "Just so you know, no one besides mother sends me to sleep without consecuenses, little one." and punctuates her statement with a boop to your nose.

"Yes, yes, you'll get your revenge later, Daniela. Let's not keep Mother waiting." You're hoisted up by the hand. The warm comforters falling off your back and piling on the big chair, instantly making you shiver with the lack of heat. The three women walk away and you have no other option than to follow them.

The door is opened and inside you find yourelf gaping at the amount of books stacked on the big shelves. You can count with one hand the times you've been in a house that has its own library, but this one by far takes the cake. "Can i grab a book?" You ask to Miss Dark Hair, pointing to one of the nearestt bookshelves while giving your trademark Puppy Eyes.

"What? You want to read?"

"Book." You say, pointing again insistently to the bottom row of antique books.

"Sure, go have your fun while Mother arrives." Miss Blonde nods and you waste no time to grab the fattest, heaviest book of them all and sit on the floor with your legs crossed, only to sigh in dissapointment as the book is in a language you yet again can't understand. But as you flip the pages you can see that it has very depicting images of old eras that you find fascinating.

You don't notice the time passing as you 'read' undisturbingly, until a big hand is placed on your shoulder and you almost jump out of yor skin, closing the book with a snap, effectively losing the page where the images told you the process to make soap.

"Someone's been studying, i see." The Tall Lady from before stands before you in all her height and you cand help but to rake your gaze all over that goddess until you reach her eyes, not without your flushed face at the end. "So, i brought you here for a reason." She says while her hand motions you to stand. "Here at the Dimitrescu Castle we are in possesion of many doors to knowledge, which does include many books that offer some insight about other countries along with their tongues." You're nodding along whatever she's saying, not a single word ringing a bell in your understanding but to you it would be impolite to leave her hanging. Tall Lady stops in her tracks, in front of a very dusty bookshelf with even older books. Her hand goes from side to side selecting several books which she then hands to you.

You eye the books curiously and you notice that they're a vast collections of translating dictionaries, all varying in length and language. You kneel and start looking through them, being mindful of the most antique and delicate ones. You spot a thin one but with a very familiar dialect and you look up to give Tall Lady a toothy smile. "This one is! Uh... Wait, let's see." You open the book and look through the content searching for words. You stand and motion the lady to lean a bit and start pointing words.

'Student.'

'Cold.'

'Lost'

'Thankful."

As you keep making sense with the few words you're provided, the expression on the lady's face changes to a one of understanding and pity. She pulls out a very fancy-looking pair of glasses out from who knows where and takes the book from your hands, flipping through it's pages, looking for words of her own.

'Stay.'

'Dinner.'

'Sleep.'

'Rest.'

She points word by word and you get the hint. You nod eagerly and smile. Tall Lady smiles back at you and for a second there you feel your heart paralize. You could have sworn you saw a pair of unusually long canines on that pearly white smile. But surely you're just tired, right?

"Daniela, please take our guest to one of the spare rooms." The lady says gesturing to the red-haired young woman.

"Yes, Mother." And the next thing you know your being lead by the arm out of the room.

Once you're gone the tall lady's whole demeanor changes to one of anger and she let's out a frustrated sigh. "The nerve of those villagers. To send a foreigner as the monthly offering! No wonder why the man-thing you brought was insisting it was a mistake."

"They're not respecting the deal, Mother. Should i make them understand who they're dealing with?"

The Tall Lady's pointer finger rests on her lips as she thinks. "No. I'd like to have a word with the leader." She put the book on a the nearrest table with a bit too much force, snapping the poor table in half. "Bela, bring him to me."

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Part two is up. Less comedy, more plot. This isn't planned to be long so maybe this will only have one or two more chapters.

@thejennystuttle

[beelsnack]

I know this happens to plenty of people. You work in fast food or retail and your just trying to make a living. Whether your saving to get out of a crappy household ASAP, no matter the job, paying for college, or any other reason and you WILL have shitty jerk customers (At my first job and first day, I was asked if I spoke English because I couldn’t understand him with the mask and there’s a glass in front of the food. Buddy, shush. Didn’t help that I’m sensitive, ended up crying the moment I got home. These jobs are ones where you learn to really respect these workers cause of the crap they go through when you have it as a job)

In this request, the boys visit MC in the human world when they have the chance. So, my request is how would the brothers and Diavolo (the limit was 8 right?) react to coming to the human world one night to visit MC and they see them just crying and just frustrated in general due to shitty asshole customers from work?

I feel it's necessary to let you know that I actually started working on this request while on my break at my retail job.

I'm sorry you had to deal with that, friend. Pour one out for the retail workers out here busting ass during a global pandemic.

Thanks for being patient with me, friend, I know I don't really have a consistent upload schedule.

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Lucifer: In hindsight. he could have planned this out better.

Perhaps his own pride was to blame. He had planned to surprise the human by showing up unannounced after their shift, but he had gotten so caught up in the thought of them jumping into his arms out of sheer joy that he never considered that it might not be a good time.

"Hush now, my dear," Lucifer sat down next to where they had slumped against the wall of their living room. The carpet was slightly stained and part of him wanted to recoil, but there were more important things to worry about. "Those wretches aren't worth your tears."

He brought his arm around their shoulders, tugging them against his side and letting his cloak drape over them like a blanket. They snuggled into him almost instinctively, and he couldn't help but preen a little bit.

"I know," they hiccupped, burying their face in the crook on his neck. "It's just...sometimes it's hard not to focus on it, y'know?"

Lucifer didn't, but that didn't mean he lacked sympathy. The demon placed two gloved fingers beneath their chin and tilted their head upwards.

"Then how about you focus on me instead?"

Mammon: Turns out every Realm had its Karens. Who knew?

When Mammon had first popped into the human's place and seen them face-down on the kitchen table sobbing, his initial reaction had been violence. He wanted to find whoever made his human cry and wring the reason why out of their throat. But, after the initial bloodlust subsided, he realized that he had something way more important to worry about.

He sat down on the chair next to them, taking one of their hands and gently running his thumb over the bumps of their knuckles as they choked out what had happened. Mammon had worked his fair share of part time jobs, he was no stranger to the specific torture that was retail. So hearing that his human had to go through that made his heart break a tiny bit.

Not that he would show it, of course.

"A'ight, human, the Great Mammon is here to help." he grinned, standing up. "I know just what you need."

He strode over to their kitchen like he lived there, flung open the fridge and pulled out a bottle of alcohol.

"Mammon," the human rubbed at the dried tear tracks on their cheeks. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but...how did you know where I keep my liquor?"

"Minor details, human!"

Leviathan: His first instinct was to panic.

The human was flopped face first onto their couch when Levi showed up, and his specialty had always been jumping to conclusions. He almost took himself out on their coffee table in his haste to make sure they were breathing.

And then the human almost took him out because the logical reaction to someone suddenly bursting into your home and getting right up in your face was to a) scream and b) punch.

After the comedy of errors skit was over, the two of them were sitting upright on the couch. The human looked exhausted, both emotionally and physically, as they filled him in on their day from Hell.

(Except not because their actual days in Hell were a lot better than working retail, but that was beside the point.)

"...so not only did I have to interact with people, which is already more than enough, I got screamed at because this old lady didn't like the price of something! Yes, Helen, I personally made the prices higher just to piss you off, you've figured out my master plan!"

"Ew, no, do not want." Levi winced in sympathy. "My personal remedy is playing beat-em-ups."

"Your solution to everything is video games, Levi."

"Shh, no thoughts, only Smash Brothers."

Satan: He had so many questions.

What happened? How long had the human been sitting there stewing in their own misery? Where was he going to hide the body?

Satan was a pro at suppressing rage. So even though he wanted to go rip out the vocal chords of every soccer mom with a let-me-speak-to-the-manager haircut within a five mile radius, he reigned it in enough to settle himself down on the couch next to the distraught human and rub soothing circles on their back while they tried to tell him what happened through their sobs.

"Next time, summon me and I'll kill them for you."

"I don't think corporate would appreciate me summoning a demon in the middle of a department store."

"I don't appreciate corporate telling you that you have to stand there and be verbally abused by a wrinkly old hag who couldn't figure out what the word 'expires' meant." he huffed. The human let themselves flop heavily against his side, and when he looked down at them he noticed that the corner of their mouth had twitched up in the barest hint of a smile.

"She was, like, thirty, Satan."

"She was a wrinkly old hag in spirit."

Asmodeus: "Oh, darling, what happened?"

Usually Asmo preferred to be on his knees for a different reason, but the human was refusing to look up, so kneeling in front of them was his only option to be able to see their face. He reached up to cup their cheeks, wiping away a few tears with his thumbs. "Shh, it's alright, I'm here, darling. Tell me what happened."

They sniffled, a few fresh tears spilling over when they blinked. "I-I'm sorry, Asmo, I - "

"No need to apologize, darling." he moved some of their hair behind their ear. "Just let it all out. Bottling up all of those negative emotions will make you break out."

After a few more minutes, they finally calmed down enough to recount the torture that had been their retail shift.

"Ugh, honestly," Asmo shook his head. "Hearing those kind of stories just makes you wonder. How do people get so entitled like that?"

He stood from his kneeling position, reaching down to hold their hands. "I refuse to let any of those awful people contaminate your beauty, darling. You," he let go of one of their hands to boop them affectionately on the nose. "Need a spa night."

"A spa night?"

"Mm-hm!" Asmo hummed, already on his way to the bathroom. "You let Nurse Asmo was all of those icky feelings away."

Beelzebub: They hadn't even made it fully into the living room.

When Beel stepped through the portal into the human's apartment and saw them curled into a ball near the doorway, he was immediately on high alert and checking for danger. Only after he realized that he didn't smell blood and had made sure to inspect all of the places for danger to hide did he lower his hackles.

The human was watching him through watery eyes, and Beel realized belatedly that he hadn't even greeted them. Well, bit too late for that. He crossed the living room in a few long strides and crouched down in front of them, lifting their hair out of the way to check for injuries.

Satisfied that there was no immediate danger, he scooped them up into his arms and deposited them on the couch. "Do you want to talk about it?"

They shrugged, wiping furiously at their eyes. "Just...people at work were being jerks, is all. I'm probably just being a big baby about it."

"No you aren't," Beel sat down next to them. "You're allowed to be upset if people are being hurtful."

That only brought on a fresh wave of tears, and Beel felt a little guilty. He pulled them closer until they were practically in his lap and tucked them underneath his chin like he could physically shield them from all of the awful things in the Three Realms.

"I'll make us some dinner. Everything's worse when you're hungry."

Bephegor: They started nap time without him.

Well, that's what it looked like when Belphie first popped through the portal. But, upon closer inspection, he noticed that the lump under the blankets that was the human was definitely not sleeping. Their breathing was quick and staccato, interrupted here and there by low, hiccupping whines.

They were crying.

Well that wouldn't do. Crying yourself to sleep just gave you a headache.

"Hey," he peeled back the protective layer of blanket to look at the human. Eyes red-rimmed and puffy, with a little wet spot on the pillow where their tears had landed. They sniffled, trying to shrink back into their blanket burrito, but Belphie held first. "Let me in."

He wiggled his way into the cocoon until they two of them were snuggled together, with their head against his collarbone. "Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Humans suck."

"Didn't we solve this issue already?" Belphie snickered when they pushed weakly against his chest. "Why in particular do humans suck?"

With a shuddering sigh, they recounted the events of the day. How they had been screamed at by customers, then scolded by their boss when said customers complained, then treated like actual garbage by their coworkers when the boss took their anger out on their employees.

"...Yeah, humans suck." Belphie tugged them in a little closer, burying his face in their hair. "But you've got your favorite demonic nap buddy here, so you don't have to worry about humans, okay?"

Diavolo: He felt powerless.

It was not a feeling Diavolo experienced often as the Crown Prince of the Devildom, and the few times he did experience it, he didn't like it.

If they had been in the Devildom, he would simply order whoever had made the human upset to be tortured for a decade or two - well, actually, he would have them brutally killed, revived, and then killed again, but the human was a merciful soul and likely wouldn't let him. But this was the Human Realm, where the only influence he had was the intimidation factor of his height and size. So all he could do was hold the human as they sobbed against his chest.

"This isn't fair to you," he mumbled into their hair as they sat on the couch. "You should be in the Devildom, treated like the noble you are. You shouldn't have to deal with these ingrates who think they're better because you're on the clock at that particular moment."

They whimpered softly as Diavolo murmured sweet things to them. Even if it was merely a fantasy, it was nice to think of a world where they wouldn't have to put up with all of the bullshit of retail.

Maybe one day they would take Diavolo up on his offer.

[fruitcoops]

Maybe just coops having a really rough and tiring day at the rink and then cuddling and ordering takeout?

Woohoo! Coops fluff! I combined this with another ask as well <3 Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove

Anon 1: I’d love to see coops talking more seriously about having (adopting) a child in the future- I really latched onto those like 2 sentences when they babysit Jules

“What if we quit?” Sirius smushed his face into a couch cushion, stretching his legs out until they hung over the edge.

“You’d be sad.”

“Hockey sucks.”

“Hockey sucks,” Remus agreed. “Unfortunately, we love it.”

“I know.” Sirius shifted to lay on his back and groaned at the ache in his entire body. “Why do we do this to ourselves?”

“We’re gluttons for punishment and it feels nice being strong.” Remus let his head fall back to look at Sirius upside down, then reached over and poked his nose. “Boop.”

“Bonjour.”

“We should get takeout.”

“Thai food?”

“God, yes.” Remus flailed an arm toward the coffee table and sighed heavily when he couldn’t reach his phone. “Alright, Loops, be an adult.”

“Are you talking to yourself?” Sirius laughed.

“Mind your business.” Remus stuck his tongue out playfully, then scrolled through his contacts and pressed a number. “Hi, is this New Leaf?”

Sirius rubbed his hamstring with a grimace; his hip would surely be bruised by tomorrow, and he wasn’t looking forward to manhandling his swollen feet into skates again. It would be another night of ibuprofen, ice, and elevation, apparently. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Remus rattled off their order in his most polite customer service voice—which was absolutely hilarious to hear since he sounded like a midwestern dad who had never said ‘fuck’ in his life—and tried to check in with each of his sore spots.

Feet? Mostly numb. Thighs? Painful as hell. Abs? If I have to sit up, I will die on the spot. Arms? Noodles.

Remus set his phone down and flopped back into the chair again, resigning himself to a slobber-coated hand from Hattie’s kisses. “Twenty minutes.”

“How’s your knee?”

“Decent. How’s your hip?” Sirius made a face and he laughed. “Good answer. Ugh, even laughing hurts.”

“I feel like Coach is punishing us for something, but I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s almost playoff season. He’s probably just being paranoid again.” Remus rolled his ankle and grumbled under his breath. “We should send Molly a fruit basket.”

“Or a babysitter. Their youngest is Harry’s age, right? I can’t even imagine what that would be like.”

Remus was quiet for a moment. “I can.”

His tone had changed—all the teasing had melted away, leaving something soft and honest in its place. Sirius turned on his stomach and leaned his chin on his forearms so he could see the back of Remus’ head. “You can?”

“I mean, maybe not six kids, but…one or two.” He shrugged, though Sirius could hear the nervous edge to his voice. “We—we talked about it before, remember? When Jules was here.”

“Yeah, I remember.” Sirius coiled one red-blond curl around his finger, and Remus shifted to face him. “I’d like that.”

“Me, too. Not now, though.”

Sirius laughed lightly. “No, definitely not right now. Maybe three years? Four? Is there some kind of timeline we can look up for this?”

“How To Adopt Kids As A Gay Couple When You Both Play Hockey.” Remus held his hands up with a grin, like he was outlining a marquee. “There’s gotta be a pamphlet somewhere.”

Sirius reached up and took one of his hands, pressing a careful kiss to the inside of his wrist. “Kids have school during the day and practice is usually over by three. A baby would be hard, though.”

The joking amusement dimmed as Remus thought. “There are a lot of kids in the foster system.”

“I’m a little iffy about finding a surrogate,” Sirius admitted. “As cool as it would be to have a kid that’s genetically ours…I don’t know. There are so many options.”

“I think we should start with getting married, since we still have so much to do with that.” Remus paused and squeezed Sirius’ hand. “But let’s keep this pinned, yeah? Once the dust settles and we’re stable, I do want to talk about this more.”

“Same here.” He scooted forward to kiss Remus’ forehead, then felt a warm hand guide him down for a proper kiss. “I’m so glad we’re on the same page.”

“Baby, we’re on the same sentence.” Remus smiled against his mouth. “That’s the best feeling in the world.”

They kissed lazily until the doorbell rang, startling them both after the comfortable quiet and sending Hattie into hysterics. Sirius hobbled over to the door and grabbed his wallet off the table while Remus held her back by the collar. “Hello, are you from New Leaf?”

The delivery boy stared at him in shock.

“Is that our food?” Sirius tried, pointing to the plastic bag in his hands. The kid nodded. “How much do I owe you?”

“You’re Sirius Black.”

Behind him, Remus was snickering. “I am. How much do I owe you for the food?”

The kid’s eyes flickered down to his leg, which he was carefully keeping weight off. “Are you okay?”

“Leg fell asleep.” Sirius paused for a second. “I’m also pretty hungry.”

“Oh! Oh, right, sorry.” He nearly fumbled the bag as he handed it over. “Here you go, sir. The total is fifteen sixty-five.”

“Thanks.” Sirius handed over the cash and a tip, then waved. “Have a good night. Drive safe.”

The boy blinked. “I have a bike.”

“Bike safe, then. Thanks for the food.” He closed the door as the delivery boy awkwardly backed down the steps and Remus burst out laughing behind him. “Mon dieu, I hope he gets home alright.”

“He looked like he was about to pass out,” Remus wheezed as he let go of Hattie. She immediately zeroed in on the takeout bag and began sniffing it like it was the last food on earth. Sirius squinted through the window and saw the delivery boy swing a leg over his bike, then lightly thump his forehead on the handlebars.

“Shit, he feels bad,” Sirius muttered, keeping an eye on the bike until it was safely out of the neighborhood. “Was I rude? Should I call and tell the restaurant he did a great job?”

“You did fine, baby. Are we going to try and be functional by eating at the table or can we chill in the living room?”

“I’ll set up Avatar if you get forks.”

Ten minutes later, as the opening credits played and they sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch with warm curry, Sirius set his food on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around Remus’ shoulders, nuzzling his face into his neck. There was a shift while Remus put his own food down, then a hand came up to comb through his hair. “Hey, baby, what’s up?”

“Nothing. You’re warm and I love you.”

Remus sighed and cuddled into him, holding him just as tight. “I love you, too. Squish time?”

“Squish time. Curry can wait.”

[yuusa]

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝟐𝟐

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟑𝟖𝟏

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟐:

You stirred in your sleep, cracking your eyes open and seeing the window curtains drawn back with the light peeking through. As you tried to sit up, you felt a weight on your stomach and looked down, seeing Yuki’s head resting on your body with a peaceful look. You smiled at the sight and brushed back his hair, feeling his soft locks untangle underneath your fingers as he breathed quietly. He looked very cute when he was sleeping. 

You didn’t remember much from yesterday, but you did remember holding onto something in your sleep. As you stared down at Yuki you wondered if he stayed here all night, you thought that his family would have wanted him to go home once he dropped off your homework. He was still wearing his school uniform, you could feel yourself feeling guilty for making him stay here with you without spare clothes to wear. It must have been uncomfortable sleeping in his uniform. 

You turned over your phone, seeing the clock being early in the morning. You reached out to touch your forehead, your temperature has gone down by a lot but you still felt slightly woozy. It wasn’t too bad though, you should be able to attend classes as long as you kept a certain distance from everyone. 

You pressed your lips together in a frown, Yuki must have done a lot for you to help bring your temperature down. As you continued to brush his hair you noticed that his fingers would flinch now and then, almost as if he was unconsciously responding to your touches in his sleeping form. 

“. . . Did you really have to do all of these things for me. . .” You whispered, thinking that this might be the one chance to say something that he may not be able to hear, “. . . You didn’t have to stay with me.”

There was comfort in knowing that he wasn’t directly listening to you, “. . . Even though we don’t know anything about each other. . . Is it fine for me to think that I could help you? Is that selfish of me?” Your whispers continued as you brushed his hair slowly. 

“Am I really the right person for this? Is it wrong to think that. . . I feel like I’m wanted here?” You peered over to stare at the two erasers that Aikyo had given to you with your first meeting, the clean utensils leaning against each other, “. . . Am I. . . Protecting you? Or am I just making everything worse?” 

“. . . I’m jealous. I’m. . . Really jealous,” you admitted, biting on the bottom of your lip as your eyes began to tear up, “. . . Everyone looks so happy without me. . .”

You toyed with the grey strands of his hair, his calm breathing being the only thing you heard aside from your own voice, “. . . If I wasn’t wanted. . . Why would I be now?” You felt your tears drip from your face and down to the soft sheets of your comforter, “. . . If I wasn’t born this way. . . Would everything be better?” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, the tiny weights of your tears continuing to flow down your cheeks as you held back your sobs. Small hiccups escaped from the cracks of your lips, your chest feeling heavy and your heart aching, “. . . I don’t know what to do. . .” 

“Do you really feel that way?”

The feeling of someone’s cold fingers brushing your tears away came to you, you unconsciously leaned into their touch as you snapped your eyes open to see Yuki staring at you with a concerned expression. 

“W-Were you listening?” You held onto his wrist, keeping him there as you tried to hold back your cries. 

“Do you really think that we wouldn’t want you?” He asked, pushing away the tears from your face as your (e/c) eyes widened, “that’s not true (L/n)-san.” 

“. . . How would you know that?” You tried to turn away from his eyes but his hand kept you still. 

“You’ve always been welcomed, I’m sorry that you didn’t feel that way, but I’m being honest with you,” you sniffled as he continued, “it’s okay to be confused. You’re trying something new and it takes practice doesn’t it?” 

“I’ve been thinking. . .” Yuki started, leaning closer to you as you felt pinned down by his gaze, “. . . You are looking for something too.” 

“What do you mean. . .?” You softly asked. 

“I learned that. . . It’s hard to love yourself when all you see is the worst parts. . . So you need someone else to love you for you to see your own worth,” you watched as he smiled at you, his shining prince-like figure radiating with positivity, “I think you’re looking for that person too.” 

“Y-You’re not making any sense,” you sniffled, feeling his hand trail up to your head as he brushed your tangled strands.

“(L/n)-san, you don’t need to feel burdened.” He replied, your tears coming to a stop as you stared into his grey-blue orbs. 

“I-I’m not burdened.” You said, pushing his hand away from you but he only smiled. 

“You shouldn’t deny it.” His finger ‘booped’ the tip of your nose, “you look cuter when you’re not crying.” 

“W-Wha. . . I’m not!” 

“You are.” 

Your face began to glow a bright shade as you pulled your blanket over your head, causing Yuki to yelp as you surrounded yourself in a dark nest. You held onto the edges of the blanket tightly for dear life as you heard him chuckle. 

“G-Go to school already! You’re late aren’t you?” You felt Yuki’s hands pull at the sheets, trying to free you from your comfortable prison, “l-let go! Sohma-san let go!” You whined. 

“I could always skip out and say I got sick because of you.” He teased, pulling the sheets off of your head to expose your blushing face. 

“You’re throwing me under the bus?!”

“Yup.”

“B-But your attendance! You have committee work don’t you?!” 

“I could worry about that later.” He sneakily rolled you up into a blanket burrito, completely encaging you in the warm blankets as you struggled to break free.

“S-Sohma-san!” 

You paused as you watched him laugh at your form, the sound of his voice being so joyous made your heart feel warm. Even though the two of you had never bickered like this before, or even have in the first place, it didn’t hurt at all. Is this what it was like to have a friendly argument? You thought. 

It felt. . . Weird. 

“S-Sorry, it’s just-“ He continued to laugh, “y-you look like. . . Birds when they. . . Get weighted!” 

You silently thought for a while as to what he meant but quickly realized that he was referring to you like a burrito bird. It's when you wrap up the bird in a towel or blanket for them to get weighed when they visit the vet. 

In other words. . . He was teasing you!

“I-I’m not! Take that back!” You cried out, trying to escape from the wrappings but Yuki placed his weight onto the folds of the blanket. 

“Nope.” 

“Y-You’re. . . Insufferable.” You tried to turn your head away from Yuki to look more intimidating but he was finding it hard to take you seriously when you’re bundled up in your sheets. He gave you an innocent smile as if to tease you about the predicament you were trapped in. 

“Why are you so strong?” You mumbled, feeling your strands of hair falling in front of your face, but you were unable to push it back. 

“I practiced martial arts as a kid.” He replied. 

“. . . I see. . . Your cousin said that as well. . .” You saw his smile slowly crack to a saddened frown as he stared at you. 

“. . . Do you not like it?” You asked, wiggling your arms out until you finally broke free of your restraints. You watched him cross his arms over on your sheets as he laid his head down, his gloomy expression still present on his face as his bangs shrouded the heavy emotions from his eyes. 

“I wouldn’t say like. . . I didn’t find any enjoyment in it.” 

He winced at the painful memory, ones that had resurfaced into the conversation. Although he has learned enough to beat Kyo with ease, Yuki never found himself passionate about the sport as much as he was. He never really had any sparring partners unlike Kyo, who had Hatsuhara fight with him while he watched from the sidelines. He still remembers the way Akito wrapped his hands around his head, the darkness enveloping him as the sound of her voice echoed in his mind. It sent shivers down his spine every time he is reminded by the sound of her laughter. 

You reached out to pull back his bangs, finally seeing his full saddened expression that he tried to hide from you. He didn’t know why, but having you be able to touch him like this made him feel lighter. There was something about the warmth of your hand against his cold skin that made him feel comforted. 

“It must have been hard,” You spoke up, feeling Yuki caress the palm of your hand with his fingers, “. . . I never really practiced martial arts but. . . It looks like it makes you sad.” 

“Is that so. . .” He pressed his lips together, “(L/n)-san, can I ask you something?” 

“Sure?” You felt him intertwine his fingers with you, shocking you internally. 

“Do you think that I will leave you?” 

You drew circles with the tip of your thumb on his hand, “. . . I don’t know. You might.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Because. . .” Was it right for you to say the truth? You peered down at his eyes to see them filled to the brim with sincerity and kindness, his grey-blue orbs giving you his entire attention while he grasped onto your hand. You weighed down your options, trying to figure out what was the right words to say and the ones you should avoid. 

“. . . You wouldn’t like me anymore,” You mumbled, “I’m. . . Nothing like you think I am.” 

“That isn’t true (L/n)-san,” he started, “from the way I see things, I think the truest form of yourself is right in front of me.” 

“Y-You’re just saying things that don’t make sense.” You retorted, biting the bottom of your lips, “you don’t know that.” 

“I believe in it though,” he smiled, “you rarely cry in front of others, but it seems like I’m the only one who saw you like this, right?” He squeezed your hand softly, “you’re showing me a side that no one else sees.”

“You’re crying.” You pulled yourself away from him in shock, trying to cover your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” You apologized, sniffling underneath your hand as you turned away from him.

“Don’t apologize, what’s wrong?”

“I. . .” You choked on a sob, trying to keep quiet in the theater while the movie drowned out the noises of your tears. You didn’t know if you could trust Akito fully, but there was something about the look he gave you which made you feel wanted.

"Does that mean I'm special to you?" He leaned forward to press his forehead against yours, the feeling of his warm breath just mere inches above your lips. Was he teasing you again with this? 

". . . You were already someone special." You whispered, pulling away and covering your face with your hands. At the same time, he leaned back and gave you another smile. 

"That makes me happy to hear." 

". . . You should still go to class." You suggested, dropping your hands and clutching onto the edges of your blanket, "I kept you here enough, you should go."

Your heart began to ache at the memory of Akito. You couldn't help but feel guilty about Yuki, out of all times that your memories could have resurfaced, it had to be today. 

"Eager for me to leave?" He teased. 

You grabbed onto your pillow and lightly smacked him with the soft material, "t-that's not that I'm implying! Go to school!"

"I told you that I'll be skipping today, just say that you got me sick. . ." He caught your pillow before you could hit him a second time. 

"Y-You can't!"

"Why not?"

"B-Because you stayed here long enough, don't you think Shigure-san will get mad?" The two of you blankly stared at each other until Yuki fumbled over to the table to pick up his phone. 

There were several calls from Shigure that he ignored while he fell asleep, and other messages from Tohru asking when he would be coming home. There was one message from Kyo but it was garbled nonsense that he must have been forced to type up to bring Yuki back home. You yawned while he sighed as he turned to you, "is it fine if I take a call with Shigure-san?"

"Sure, I'm going to wash my face and shower." You decided to take a shower, if you spent too long in the bath it would be awkward for Yuki who is waiting for you to finish.

You yawned and slipped out of bed, making your way to the bathroom with slight difficulty. Once you had left the comfort of your bed, your head became lightheaded and your eyes began to see some static, however, you found this normal in your human body due to your blood pressure. Yuki waited for the door to close before opening a call with Shigure, his phone rang for a few seconds until he heard him on the other side of the line. 

"Yuki-kun! Where were you last night? Tohru-kun told us that you were at (Y/n)-kun's house, did you stay over there? Did you sleep with her? You naughty boy!" 

"If you don't shut up I will hurt you," Yuki groaned, "I'm fine, did I cause that much worry for everyone in the house?"

"Nope, no one missed you!"

"Shigure. . ." He turned to the door of the bathroom, still seeing that you were inside. He heard the water of your shower turn on and he brought his phone closer to his ear as he leaned his back against your bed. 

"Just kidding! Tohru was getting worried that you might stay over at her house without a clean pair of clothes, but it was already too late for her to start walking over to (Y/n)-kuns house! Speaking of (Y/n)-kun, is she recovering from her sickness?" Shigure corrected, his laugh erupting from his lips. 

"She's fine, I think her temperature gone down," Yuki responded, "she might be feeling a bit woozy though, she was wobbling to the bathroom."

Shigure hummed, "the school called, are the two of you going?" 

"Er. . . Not today." 

"So you're skipping for a girl?" 

"Tease me again and I will end this call," Yuki mumbled, "be serious here Shigure. And no, (L/n)-san actually got me sick so I will be staying over for a bit longer." His lips curved into a small smirk, this was unplanned for you but this was a great way for him to actually get to talk to you more without the restraints of the public. 

Shigure laughed, "my bad. . . I was just thinking that you have been coming over to her house a lot, I was wondering if the two of you were something else?" 

The door to the bathroom opened up, your hair still soaking wet as you came out with a towel around your head to dry your (h/c) strands. Small droplets of water dribbled down your chin as you continued to brush your hair with the fluffy material. You were wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, due to your exhaustion your body was still slightly wet so your clothes stuck to your skin. You walked over to the kitchen, leaving the towel on your neck as you went for a drink of water for your dry throat. Yuki awkwardly gawked at you for a few seconds before hanging up on Shigure without answering him back. 

"What did Shigure-san say?" You leaned up against the counter with a bottle of water to your lips.

He let out an exaggerated sigh, "he kept joking with me. The school called for both of us but you got me sick." 

"Did you actually say that?!" You almost spat out your drink.

"Yeah," he brushed back his long strands of hair. 

". . . I see," you replied, staring down at your water bottle and watching the small ripples form in the clear liquid. 

Something about the way he talked about martial arts earlier made you feel as if there was something underneath the surface of his family. It seems as if nearly everyone practiced it at a young age, was it a requirement or simply a sport that was forced upon them? Kyo seemed to enjoy it greatly, but Yuki looks as if he is disgusted by it. 

. . . You would be too. 

“God. . . Please accept this gift and finally release this spirit.” You dug your nails into your hand before getting to your feet, you reeled your hand back and punched her in the face, her screams echoing in the room as you heard her skull hit the wall. She released an anguished cry while you picked up the bowl of fruit, smashing the ceramic by throwing it onto the floor. The shards covering the wooden surface and cutting parts of your skin.

You hate this feeling.

You grit your teeth and clenched your fist tightly, your eyes glaring down at her in anger. You picked up the broken bowl, the longest shard being held in your hand as you kneeled next to her. The altar of God watching over you, looming over your childish figure as you raised the shard above your head.

You hate this desire.

Yuki heard the sound of plastic crackling and the explosion of water, watching as your fist tightened around the body of the bottle as droplets of liquid fell from your cheeks. Your nails pierced the bottle before lifelessly dropping it onto the ground, the crumpling of the plastic hitting the wooden ground as water continued to drop from your face.

"(L/n)-san. . ." Yuki quickly got off of the floor and took your towel, wiping away the water that drenched you, "what's going on?" 

You gasped before flinching at Yuki's gentle touches, you instinctively slapped his hand away, the towel falling onto the ground with a small splat as you stared at him silently. 

"W-What are you doing?" You asked. 

He tilted his head towards you in confusion, "you. . . spilled water over yourself." 

"I. . . Sorry." You apologized, crouching down to pick up the water bottle and towel from the ground, feeling Yuki's stare linger on your figure as you straightened yourself.

You were stupid.

This was a mistake on your own part, getting lost in your thoughts and forgetting about your own surroundings. Yuki is going to question everything and you wouldn’t be able to have an answer for them all. You dumped the bottle into the recycling trash bag, pausing for a few seconds before awkwardly going back to sit on your bed, your body still wet from the water bottle and shower. 

"Is. . . Is there something bothering you?" Yuki sat down next to you, the weight of the bed shifting to accompany the two of you. 

You fiddled with the edges of your fingers, ". . . I was just wondering. . . Why do you hate martial arts?" You lied.

“I don’t hate it,” Yuki pressed his lips together in a frown as he tightened his fist around your blanket, “it doesn’t bring back good memories, that's all.” 

“I see.” 

“Is that what was bothering you?” 

Of course, he wouldn’t have positive memories of martial arts. It was just another thing the two of you shared in common. Although you felt your reasoning was slightly selfish and self-destructive, it was for the sake of everyone else that you care deeply about. 

You would rather die than hurt anyone the same way you did in the past. 

You stared at him before giving him a small smile. There certainly was something you could continue trying to do though.

“No, I'm fine,” You spoke up, “but. . . Sohma-san. . .” 

You reached out to touch his hand, bringing it close to your lips as you held them there, “I think that you’re really amazing.” 

You wanted to free him from his own burdens, even if it meant pushing your own self away from his worries. 

[arigatouiris]

do you forgive me? // todoroki x reader

Author’s Note: A self-indulgent Todoroki domestic fluff fest, ya’ll. After season 4 of BnHA, I started to like the character growth Endevour was getting—and it gave me a LOT OF ideas. 

Once again, this is my opinion and my thoughts, so please understand that I don’t support abuse in any way, having been raised by abusive parents, I understand that we share a complicated relationship with them (especially if they see the wrong they’ve done). Forgiveness doesn’t come naturally, but it does help in letting go of baggage. Hope ya’ll like this fic!

Word count: 3605 words

Pairing: Domestic AU! Husband! Todoroki Shoto x Wife! Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, domestic au, meta stuff i think

As a growing teenager, Todoroki Shoto was a tad bit indecisive. He’d struggle to figure out what he wanted to eat for lunch on most school days, and the worst part only came during the night—when there were far too many options for dinner. Shoto would often glance at what his friends were eating but usually, making a small decision such as this was difficult for him. 

Things changed however, when he bucked up and confessed to you on your second year of High School—just as the year was ending. You were the exact opposite on the level of decisiveness; you could make quick decisions on what you wanted to eat, but on bigger things such as your hero name or if you wanted to be a hero at all (despite being in the hero course), you’d falter and look at him with doe eyes for assistance. Basically, the two of you made a rather strong couple, sometimes clueless, sometimes bizarre, but mostly you two loved each other with a passion that could hinder anyone from thinking either of you was decisive at all to begin with.

As a husband and father, however, Shoto was different. Decision making became one of his strengths, especially when it concerned your children. When the doctor admitted that you were carrying twins, Shoto was slightly terrified; of course, anyone would be, with no prior experience in fathering anything at all in the past. 

You were his strength as he was yours, you helped each other along the way until your kids—Yue and Yuu—were born. 

Upon first glance, it was clear that your children were going to have their father’s quirks split into either of them. Yuu, the older twin brother, was going to have the fire quirk and Yue, the younger girl, was going to have the ice quirk. Their matching heads indicated that Todoroki’s genes were superior, not that you were complaining at all. 

Yuu resembled his father in personality. Quiet and mellow, he smiled at soft things when he found them amusing and wasn’t too much of a troublemaker. He believed himself to be a dragon though, much to your annoyance, because this left him leaving scorch marks on things that mustn’t have scorch marks at all. Apparently, Yuu was marking them as his own, a thing dragons must do.

This was alright, because a soft scolding from you and a sweet smile from his father left Yuu an apologizing mess, who refused to use his quirk for mild amusement ever again. However, the real trouble was your daughter—whose personality did not resemble either of yours; she was very much like Bakugou, which scared Shoto the most, wondering how in the world she grew so feisty while being a small 4-year old with a quirk that was supposed to leave her calm and collected. Yue would use her quirk to move around, throw tantrums when her father took her with him to grocery shopping, freezing her brother’s legs while he was asleep—Yue was uncontrollable. And Shoto was a terrible strict father because the moment his baby girl made your signature doe eyes at him, all was forgiven and it’s alright if Yuu’s legs were frozen, it’s like training to use his own fire quirk anyway.

However, it was in the middle of hero work when he got the call from his children’s play-school. Something terrible had occurred, and his first instinct was to call you. You were a hero too, but when you didn’t pick the call right away, he understood that you were in no position to do so. He could see you fighting a low-level villain on TV from the convenience store, which was near him, and he let out a sigh. 

He had to deal with his daughter’s disastrous tantrum on his own.

     “Hello, this is Shoto—”

     “Todoroki-san! Y-Your daughter needs your help—”

Shoto’s eyes widened, “What’s happened?”

When the pre-school teacher explained to him that Yue’s quirk had lost control, he couldn’t understand how bad it could be right away. Ice was far more easier to control when compared to fire, but that was not the point here at all. Apparently, Yue had frozen the entire classroom, along with herself inside it, and the pre-school teacher could only remove the other students in time. Now, the little girl was stuck inside, crying for her parents, alone.

Shoto got there as quickly as he possibly could, noticing the pre-school teacher stand outside the school, the students huddled all around her. He spotted Yuu’s red head, looking terrified at the blocks of ice coming out of the windows. Shoto froze when he saw how much ice there was—wondering how in the world a 4-year old could manifest so much from her quirk. 

Yuu noticed his father and ran to him, hugging his legs. Shoto placed a loving hand on his son’s head before ruffling his hair.

     “Are you alright?” 

Yuu merely nodded, “Yue’s scared... She... She wasn’t doing anything, I promise! She sneezed a lot and it... it became cold, all of a sudden and I—”

Shoto picked his son up and smiled at him, shaking his head. He knew his son wasn’t defending his sister, but merely describing what he had seen. Putting his son down, Shoto turned to the teacher before nodding once, heading to where his daughter currently was. Upon entering the classroom, he noticed how much of a mess the girl had made, his heart breaking at the sight of his baby girl, sitting at the corner, behind a desk, covering her face with her hands and crying her heart out. 

     “Yue,” Shoto said, as softly as he could, “Are you okay, princess?”

Yue’s eyes snapped to see her father’s loving gaze before crying harder at his arrival. Shoto used this chance to head over to her, placing himself next to her, behind the desk; Yue quickly hugged her father, but her feet were stuck to the ground because of the ice. Shoto used his left hand and melted away the ice that had kept her grounded, before pulling the girl to his lap and placing her there. He didn’t want to move until his child was calm, and he rubbed her back up and down to ensure it happened.

     “I’m a monster...” He heard her mutter and Shoto froze.

     “Who told you that?”

She shook her head, “I just am... I did this...” 

She was shaking and Shoto bit his lip at how unsure he was to approach a matter that was this sensitive. He thought of how you would handle this situation, your inherent softness would easily diffuse this situation without any effort. With no proper parenting of his own, Shoto was clueless. But on such occasions, he recalled what you’d tell him to do.

Just think of what you would want to be done to you, Shoto. 

     “Yue, sweetheart,” Shoto cooed, pushing her a bit so that he could see her face, “Do you want to know how I learned to control my quirk?”

Her eyes shone a bit, but he was certain that was mainly because of her tears. She nodded softly, looking all over her father’s face.

     “Up until a point, I couldn’t use my fire side. I was scared and thought it made a monster too,” Yue’s eyes widened at the choice of his words. “You know Deku?”

     “Pro-hero!” 

Shoto chuckled before booping Yue’s nose, “He spoke me into using my fire side. And...” He recalled a fond memory, his eyes growing soft, “...Mama helped more than anyone else.”

     “Is that how you fell in love with Mama?” 

Shoto hummed, “Not exactly. I think,” He was picking the best words, “I think it happened a little after that.”

It was not surprising when you came over and asked Shoto if he wanted to spar. You two occasionally sparred with one another, since he told you he wanted to improve his quirk use—especially the fire quirk. With your agility, he was certain that hurting you would be difficult, and he was confident only when he was around you.

One of the strangest things was how you made him feel like he could do literally anything and be okay with it—it was strange because Shoto wasn’t used to this unblemished confidence that radiated within him. 

     “Ready?” You asked, coming to your stance.

Shoto nodded before the two of you started off. You rushed toward him and jumped over him, your feet landing on either of his shoulders. Shoto instantly used his fire quirk to brush you off, but you were faster than he was and you landed behind him, shooting a kick to his back, sending him stumbling forward.

Clicking his tongue, Shoto tried something different. He blazed fire all over his arm and shoulder and slammed into you, causing your eyes to widen; if you had been even a second slower, you were sure you’d have been burned. But, this wasn’t something only you noticed. Shoto did too, and his eyes widened, his body froze, before backing away from you—hands shaking, body quivering. You knew instantly what his thought process was going to be like, but you desperately wanted to stop it. 

You rushed to him and grabbed his face, with him trying to shoot you away, but you stayed, your hands planted firmly on either of his cheeks. 

     “I almost hurt you—”

     “Shoto,” You forced him to look into your eyes, “You didn’t hurt me.”

Tears welled in his eyes, “I—I’m a monster, (y/n), I... I can’t—”

     “Shoto, you’re not a monster. You’re going to be one of the best heroes this world has ever seen. Stop selling yourself short for a slip I had during training. You did not hurt me, Shoto. You will never hurt me. Believe that, okay?”

He could not tell you how hard his heart was beating right then. Shoto smiled fondly at that memory, still feeling his heart race a bit at the sincerely lodged in your eyes right at that second. You really wanted him to believe that he wouldn’t hurt you, and you stayed on, making him believe, day in and day out. Your patience was astounding, and your resolve was the strongest he had ever seen in his life. It was safe to say that Shoto learned a lot from you. 

Turning to Yue’s mesmerised eyes, Shoto chuckled before booping her nose once more. The way she scrunched her face melted Shoto’s heart. He wondered if Yue was calm enough to leave, but he liked sitting there—the adversity and all—and speaking to his baby girl. Not that he never got the time to do this before, his kids were a package deal; this was perhaps the first time he was alone with just his daughter, and it made him feel warm inside.

     “How did you ask her to marry you?”

Shoto’s eyebrows raised. Yue was four years old and she was already thinking of marriage? He needed to speak to you about this, he wasn’t exactly sure if this was normal.

     “Did Mama look like a princess when you asked?”

Shoto hummed, “Mama always looks like a princess,” Yue giggled, “How I asked her...” He chuckled, confusing Yue more.

     “What?” She frowned.

     “I asked her when she was asleep,” Yue let out a ‘ehhh’ sound of disapproval. “She didn’t hear me, but in the morning she woke up and I was just... I couldn’t not ask her. Mama looks very pretty after she wakes up.”

Yue nodded, “She snores a bit though.”

Shoto chuckled, “It’s cute.”

Yue giggled at her father’s admiration for her mother’s cuteness. Of course, she knew her mother was cute. But, she wouldn’t admit it, but her father was far cuter.

     “Mama told us that when we were born, Jii-chan helped out a lot.”

Shoto knew of the incident Yue was talking about, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Sure, Endevour was acting like a regular grandfather to his kids, which was rather odd—but, it wasn’t as if Enji didn’t know of his past mistakes. There were a lot of gaps that Enji was still contributing to fill, and there was still forgiveness to be earned. However, the effort that Todoroki Enji made as a grandfather to both Yue and Yuu was commendable. 

It had been six years since his mother decided to live with his father again. He couldn’t understand this decision, but she chose to forgive him while Shoto clearly hadn’t, and even if Enji told his son that it was alright that he was taking so long, Shoto wasn’t even sure if it was ever going to happen. 

Ever since his mother and father moved back in together, Enji’s efforts have been rather blatant and visible. After Shoto’s kids were born, his father was there for you, whenever Shoto wasn’t, Rei would help out as much as she could (she practically lived in the hospital with you), while Enji would be the one who would run to the store if at all you needed anything. The man had retired a few years ago, and that made it all the more easier for him to live a regular life, with no demands.

When your water broke, Shoto was in another city—returning home. He was with Yaoyarozu and Kaminari, who both had missions with him, which wasn’t common at all. Shoto didn’t want to go, but you weren’t due for another two weeks. So when he heard that your water broke, and he wasn’t there, Shoto’s calm exterior vanished.

And when he learned that Endevour was the one who took you to the hospital, and when he noticed Endevour in the waiting room, Shoto wanted to yell at his father. But, before he could do so—

     “Go inside, she needs you.”

Shoto’s eyes widened before rushing inside, grateful he hadn’t missed the birth of his children, confused that his father was outside waiting for him and helping him, heartbroken that he couldn’t feel a regular emotion of happiness at rejoicing.

     “Jii-chan isn’t so bad.” He heard Yue say a second later, bringing him out of his reverie.

Sure, jii-chan wasn’t so bad, but as a father, Endevour was a bane in Shoto’s existence. But, he would be blind if he didn’t see the effort Enji put in—and if his mother could forgive him, Shoto wondered what was actually going on. 

     “Yue, love,” Shoto picked up his girl before standing up, “We need to go home now. Mama will be worried.”

Yue looked at her father with a frightful expression, “Am I going to be in trouble?”

Shoto shook his head, “Only if you promise to let baa-san help you with your quirk.”

Yue puffed her cheeks, “Why can’t you help?”

     “Because I have hero work.”

     “Papa,” Yue tugged on her father’s sleeve, alerting his attention, “Do you forgive me?”

Shoto’s eyes widened at her words. 

      “Of course, sweetie.”

Yue smiled a second later, “Thank goodness!”

*

You were already at home when Shoto brought in both Yue and Yuu. Upon laying your eyes on your children, you rushed to them, ignoring your husband who stood there, blinking.

     “Are you okay? Yuu, you’re not hurt, are you? Yue, honey, is everything—”

     “Papa helped!” Yue said, gleefully, causing you to sigh in relief. 

You looked up at Shoto and shot him a smile, which he returned, before you took his arm and laid your head on his chest.

     “I was so worried when the teacher called me! She told me that you were already in there and when I couldn’t even do anything—”

     “Shh,” He placed a warm hand on the back of your shoulder, “You were fighting a villain, I saw.”

     “She’s our baby—”

     “And you’re a hero. It’s alright. She’s fine. I’ve already told my mother about this, she’s coming over today to help Yue out.”

You sighed with relief once more, feeling the burden leave your chest. Your kids ran off inside to their rooms, before you looked at Shoto with a questioning glance. He tilted his head before asking you what was wrong.

     “What’s on your mind?”

How did you know whenever he was plagued with something? It was almost creepy.

     “Yue... Yue seems to like her grandfather a lot.”

You hummed and nodded, “He does spoil her quite a bit. Both of them, actually.”

Shoto scoffed, “I don’t know if this is some sort of twisted repentance—”

     “Shoto,” You placed a calm hand on his cheek, “It is repentance,”

His eyes widened at your words.

     “He’s trying, Sho. He’s still very awkward with them at times, because he’s new to this too. I’m not saying he deserves your forgiveness, I’m saying, don’t hide away his attempts, okay? He knows what he’s done.”

Shoto nodded. He was aware. But, he still needed time and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would need.

     “Being a father is not easy,” Shoto froze at your words, “Especially if you’ve not been a good one.”

That evening, Rei and Enji arrived at their doorstep. Upon glancing at her granddaughter, Rei instantly rushed over to her, picking her up in her arms, making an airplane out of her.

     “Baa-san! I missed you!”

     “I missed you, my little butterfly! Your papa told me what happened, honey. Are you okay?”

     “Papa told me I had to learn from you now.” The girl said, bashfully.

     “Come on, sweetie. I’ll show you something really cool.” Rei shot Shoto a wink before taking her out to the courtyard. 

Shoto noticed Yuu plop on Enji’s lap and begin narrating something about being a dragon. Ah yes, Shoto recalled, Yuu thinks he’s a dragon. He noticed how Enji just sat awkwardly, a gentle hand supporting his grandson on his lap.

     “I’m a dragon, jii-chan!”

     “Ah, I see—”

     “Isn’t that great?!”

Enji gulped, “Y-Yes. That’s remarkable.”

Shoto wanted to laugh at how uncomfortable his father was, but what he didn’t notice were fresh tears in his eyes. He turned away before anyone could see, but you were a national level spy when it came to your husband and his spilling emotions, but you were going to let him be for now. You wondered if Enji could have been the father Shoto deserved, if only he wasn’t wallowed with his own insecurity back then.

But, all that you wonder would remain just that. All you needed to do now was appreciate and acknowledge the effort he put in, whether he’s received forgiveness or not.

When Yue returned with Rei, she didn’t hesitate before pouncing on Endevour’s other leg, forcing the larger man to swallow the shooting pain at how heavily the child landed on his leg. He turned to Yue’s sweet smile directed at him, and Enji just gulped.

     “Jii-chan! I missed you!”

Enji’s eyes softened at his granddaughter’s blatant display of affection, before placing a gentle hand on her head, ruffling her hair. Shoto felt your hand slip into his, a second later. He turned to you, but you were watching your daughter with her grandfather, with a soft smile.

     “Can you even imagine Enji-san like that with anyone except Yue?”

     “He wasn’t even like that with me—”

     “Sho,” you scolded him for the dark joke. “Don’t be mean.”

Shoto chuckled before tightening the grip on your hand. 

*

That night, Yue and Yuu forcefully lodged themselves between their parents, wanting to sleep there. Shoto didn’t mind one bit, but you pouted, wanting some alone time with your husband after a long day. 

     “Jii-chan was right,” Yue said, “You two are the best parents ever!” 

Shoto’s eyes widened, just as Yue hugged him, burying her tiny face in his neck. Yuu cuddled up to you, before falling flat asleep in just minutes. 

     “Shoto?” 

He was lost in thought, but you wanted to know one thing; you knew that reminded Shoto of this one memory would perhaps help in moving past the memories he had of his father. It wasn’t as if you wanted Shoto to forgive Endevour, but you knew that the longer Shoto went with hate in his heart, the harder it was going to be for him to fully accept him as a part of his family. 

And with a family of his own, you knew Shoto deserved the peace more than anything else.

     “Yes?”

His voice was a mere whisper. You smiled softly.

     “Do you remember what Enji-san said when you told him you were going to marry me?”

Shoto remembered all too well. The second that memory played in his head, Shoto shut his eyes, leaning back against the pillow—feeling his daughter fall asleep in his arms. He thanked you inside in his head, before taking a deep breath and letting go. He was letting go of a lot of things that night. And for that, he was grateful.

     “I’m going to marry (y/n).”

What he expected was Enji to ask him what your quirk was, or if he was making a mistake—he even expected Enji to tell him he had a bride in mind for him, an arranged marriage waiting for him without him having known. 

But what he got was a broken smile from a broken man and words that he wished he had heard long, long ago.

     “I’m so proud of you, Shoto.”

And he would never miss the words that he swore his father had in his head, words that still ring in Shoto’s mind.

Do you forgive me?

Shoto’s lip quivered that night as tears leaked out of his eyes.

Do you forgive me?

“I guess it’s about time.”

Shoto slept for 9 hours that night. The best 9 hours in his entire life. You noticed him sleeping in, and let him be. Your husband deserved the world, after all. A few more hours of sleep is absolutely fine.

[fluffysvt]

seventeen scares you on accident 👻

requested ✨

⇢ seungcheol

your eyes flutter open at the unexpected dip of the bed next to you. immediately, your chest tightens; did someone break in? you clench the bedsheets in shaky, tight fists, bracing yourself to turn around-

“babe? are you awake?” seungcheol’s quiet voice is suddenly in your ear. your built up anxiety makes you jump anyway, and he laughs a little in surprise. “did i scare you? i’m sorry we got in so late.”

“yes,” you pout before pulling him down on top of you, arms locked around his neck. “but i’m happy you’re home, so you’re forgiven.”

⇢ jeonghan

you jolt upright in bed, startled out of your nap from your phone endlessly buzzing. eyebrows furrowed, you lean over and see 6 missed calls from jeonghan. a palpable ball of dread tightens in your stomach as you dash to call him back. as soon as the dial tone stops you apprehensively utter, “hannie?”

“babe,” he sounds out of breath, “are you home? i’m on my way over. i wanna kiss you.” you could nearly faint from the rush of nerves that shot straight to your head, which is now ebbing away.

“what? that’s what you were calling nonstop about? i was sleeping,” you frown. he just giggles an apology into the phone at your grumpy voice, promising he’ll snuggle you back to sleep very soon.

⇢ joshua

he knew you liked to play video games with him, especially horror ones - but he never thought you played them by yourself when he wasn’t home.

he smiles to himself when he walks through the front door and sees your back to him, noise-cancelling headphones on. all he has to do is tap you gently on the shoulder and you scream, game controller flying out of your hands.

“josh!” you smack him in the chest, headphones askew on your head. “don’t do that to me!” his smile only grows wider and cockier as he leans down to kiss you (with a not-so-sincere apology).

⇢ junhui

you’re really not sure why you two ended up watching a scary movie; neither of you necessarily like them, but nothing else caught your attention on netflix.

you shift on the couch to huddle next to him, hand clutching his under the blanket as the music grows more and more suspenseful. he’s been teasing you the entire movie, though now he’s watching the screen with wide eyes.

a bloody apparition appears on the screen with shrieking violins, and that’s all it takes for jun to scream; the sheer volume of it next to your ear makes you scream with him, covering your eyes with your hands.

when it’s finally over you scowl and slap his leg. “moon junhui, you scared me more than the damn movie!”

⇢ soonyoung

you can’t stop glancing out the window to glimpse the rainy, sad weather outside, painting your nails on the bedroom floor. what a shitty day, you inwardly fuss, thinking about poor soonyoung coming home in this in a few hours.

just as the thought of him lodges itself into your head, the door bursts open, revealing soonyoung himself. you instinctively drop everything, sending nail polish all over the carpet. “jesus christ, hoshi, what are you doing?” you yell, looking down at the floor in horror.

his once excited expression morphs into one of guilt when he sees your chest rising and falling. “babe, did i scare you? i just wanted to tell you the new tour schedule.”

⇢ wonwoo

all you wanted was a nice, peaceful night. but apparently peace was never an option when wonwoo decided to go digging through some of his old things in the storage closet.

minding your business, you’re sitting on the couch watching a true crime documentary when something rounds the corner - a shadowy figure with a scream mask and a butcher knife. before common sense can remind you it’s your boyfriend you scream, almost flying off the couch. “wonwoo?!”

suddenly you hear laughter, and the mask comes off to reveal his flushed face. “babe, relax. it’s just my halloween costume from last year…”

⇢ jihoon

it’s not like jihoon to be completely unresponsive for an entire day and night - normally he at least has the decency to let you know what he’s up to. you’ve been pacing the living room floor for nearly 24 hours, biting your nails; by the time his face pops up on your screen, you nearly tackle the phone trying to answer it.

“jihoon? what the hell, are you okay? where are you?” you stumble over your own words, heart racing a mile a minute. he quickly explains how he got caught up in the studio, and then somehow fell asleep at his desk.

“my phone must’ve died after i dozed off, baby. i’m so sorry,” he sounds so upset himself you can’t even be mad. “i’m on my way home and you better be ready to cuddle.”

⇢ dokyeom

dokyeom is not a serious boy very often; so, when you receive a series of stern-sounding texts from him, you instantly worry.

kyeomie🍕: babe.

kyeomie🍕: i need you to call me.

kyeomie🍕: RIGHT now

you hurriedly dial his number, holding the phone to your ear with trembling hands. is he going to break up with me? did something happen with seventeen? when he answers the phone, your heart almost stops beating. “babe,” he gushes, “i just saw the cutest dog of all time.”

“dokyeom,” you attempt to collect yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose. “never scare me like that again.”

⇢ mingyu

why on earth does he keep these up here? you wonder as you climb onto one of the kitchen counters, reaching up for a glass from one of the top cabinets.

“need some help?” his voice suddenly sounds behind you, making you jump and drop the cup in your hands. it shatters on the floor as you clutch at your chest.

“mingyu, what the fuck?” you snap. he has a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh. he tip toes around the glass to stand between your legs, uttering apologies as he kisses all over your face.

⇢ minghao

soft bubbles caress your skin and you close your eyes, soaking up the warmth of the bathwater around you. the chill playlist minghao and you made is playing softly and you eventually space out, subconsciously humming along.

a pair of hands rest on your bare shoulders, jerking you out of your own thoughts. your sudden movements cause a small wave of soapy water to splash out of the tub onto the floor, earning a laugh from minghao. “fuck, babe, you snuck up on me,” you whine, letting him move your hair to kiss your neck.

he stands and sarcastically pouts, starting to undress. “it’s not my fault you started without me.”

⇢ seungkwan

perhaps one of your favorite things about dating seungkwan is how much you both love food - and how much you like to cook dinner together. though, bless his heart, you usually like to do all the chopping considering he really likes to take his time.

“see? like this,” you show him, cutting up the onion in front of you much quicker than he had just attempted. except when the knife gets closer to your fingers he gasps loudly, making you jump and drop the sharp knife. “kwannie, you can’t startle me like that!”

his eyes are wide. “i’m sorry, babe, i just really thought you were gonna cut off your fingers...”

⇢ vernon

“mansae, mansae, mansae, yeah,” you bop your head to your headphones, padding through the quiet apartment to the kitchen around midnight. you’re just about to open the fridge to look for a snack when you feel something against your back. well, more like someone.

you nearly jump out of your skin, twisting around to see vernon with his own headphones in; when your eyes meet in the dark you both scream.

you’re the first to pull out your headphones, pouting at him. “vernon, you scared the shit out of me.” he smiles and kisses your forehead, giggling a little before helping you make something to eat.

⇢ chan

chan has a habit of dancing around the house, and while he’s good at what he does he tends to bang himself up on the furniture... a lot. you come home one night, finding him on the living room floor with a bloody knee and a first aid kit.

“chan! what the hell did you do?” you rush over, grabbing some of the disinfectant wipes from the kit. as soon as you run it over the wound he winces, grabbing your wrist.

“i was practicing don’t wanna cry and when i fell to the floor for the chorus i hit my knee on the corner of the coffee table...” he explains with an embarrassed laugh. “really, baby, i’m fine. i can do it-“

before he can even finish protesting you’ve taken care of his knee, booped his nose and stood back up. he stares at you in awe. “what would i do without you?”

“die, probably.”

[yamithediaperdork]

Des checks in but she can’t check out (OC story staring my buddy sparkle)

Des Checks in, but she can't check out

Malcore stared at his sister in a mixture of shock and amusement, as they sat at his place having supper. It was a few days before Des's 18th birthday and since Malcore had to work the night of her birthday, he'd invited her over to his small one bedroom apartment for a few drinks and a birthday dinner. in fact they were on their 3rd glass of rye and coke when Des had told Malcore what it was she wanted for her birthday. shaking his head, he just reached over and took her drink away. "Ok, clearly I was wrong, you can't handle the good stuff and your cut off." he laughed. "malcorrrrre!" Des whined. "I'm not drunk!" "I think you are. Otherwise you wouldn't of asked me to commit you to a mental asylum for a week so you could be treated like a baby." Malcore said, sipping his own drink. "Stop being a butt head about this!I know what I want!" Des whined again and pouted. "And you told me I could have whatever I wanted! and this is what I want!" Malcore rolled his eyes, but let her have her glass back and finished off the last of his steak, thinking. "Ok Des, let's say I do decide to help you with this. first and foremost..you living with mom and dad still. I think their gonna notice you missing for a week." Malcore pointed out. "They actually won a cruise and so their gonna be gone for a whole month. they're gonna trust me to stay by myself at home...so they'll never know." Des said and smiled. "..So your rewarding their trust by...Ok ok..never mind. Secondly, How exactly am i suppose to get you locked up in the loony bin, and treated like a baby? I'm not exactly made of money you know." Malcore pointed out, gesturing to his tiny place. "Ooook sooo I found a place that does more.. temp placements and hold patients while the family gets things ready at home. it's not free but I got the money to cover for it! I've been saving up all year for this." Des said proudly, flashing her toothy grin. "..Ok, who's gonna look after Mom and dad's place while your in the nut house drooling on yourself in a strait jacket?" "A duh, YOU! You job is actually closer to their place AND they have AC and a satellite dish. all the channels you could want and you just have to mow the grass. Plus their fridge is stocked." "..I'll THINK about it, but one's thing for sure Des.." malcore said, smirking and taking a drink. "whats that?" She asked. "Either way you SHOULD be in the nut house. your bonkers." he teased.

two days after Des's birthday, Her and malcore saw they're parents off on their cruise and malcore promised to look after Des and make sure she stayed out of trouble. He still hadn't given her his answer yet but as they walked to their parents car he made her sit in the back seat 'where little babies belonged.' Pulling out of the parking lot she was a little disappointed as they started on the route back to the house. "Sooo uh.. guessing thats a no on my gift..huh?" she asked, sounding a little disappointed. "Des did you really think I'd just drive you up to the nut house and take you in like this and get you put in there for a week?" Malcore asked, looking in the rear view mirror and seeing her pout. "I..I dunno." she huffed. "Think about it Des..if you want them to believe you think your a big baby damage to yourself we have to dress you for the part first." malcore said and smirked. "Then..then you're gonna do it?!" Des squealed, and went to lunge forward to hug him and got caught by her seat belt. "Pffft, DORK! and yeah, but we're gonna have to sell it..so I hope you have some babyish outfits at home..and lots of diapers." "heh, you bet your butt I do!"

Malcore hadn't been sure what to expect when Des pulled out her little suitcase of goodies out from under her bed, but he knew it was going to be a mixture of cute and funny. and he wasn't disappointed. thick white disposables diapers, Disney print ones, and even some cloth diapers with a pair of locking plastic panties, with ruffles on the butt. aside from the diapers she had a few different t-shirts with phases on them like 'mommies widdle stinker' and 'daddies girl' and 'caution: full load'. finishing off his sisters little collection of kink, was a matching light pink baby booties and baby mittens, both of them lockable. "well I think we know what your mostly gonna be wearing to prove your helpless and a big baby." Malcore joked, nodding at all the lockable stuff. "you got a preference on which t-shirt you wear in?" he asked, then noticed a bottle of mad lax in one of the pockets. "huh, I thought they stopped making this stuff after it kept being used in so many pranks and so many kids were crapping their pants." "Oh heh, I uh, got the last bottle before it was pulled. only used it once or twice, the stuff is WAY too powerful." Des said sheepishly. "I was crapping myself with like NO control for a day and..a..half.." She trailed off as she noted the look on Malcore's face. "Noooo no no no no no!" she said, waving her hands back and forth. "oh come on, you wanna be put in a strait jacket and left to poop yourself, but some mad lax is too much for you? don't be such a baby." Malcore laughed and winked. "..See when you put it like that.." She said, giggling a little. "Andddd I dunno.. what shirt do you think will work best?" "Caution, full load for sure. now go and get a shower in and uh.. shave..you know.." Malcore said, suddenly blushing and looking uncomfortable. "Huh? why?" "Because well, do you think we'd let a big baby have big girl hair? sides it'll give you one last chance to think about whether or not you really want this." malcore said. Des blew a raspberry but marched off. "..the shit I do to make my little sister happy." the 20 year old grumbled. "I HEARD THAT!"

all squeaky clean, Des practically skipped her way back into her room, on cloud nine and eager to get dressed like the big baby she knew she was. no being a dumb stinky big girl for a whole week, with the added benefits of being helpless and she was sure there would be at least some humiliation involved too.. it was everything a total diaper dork big baby like her could hope for! coming into the room she saw Malcore had gotten the diapers all ready for her as well as the rest of her soon to be attire and as a nice little bonus, had prepped a sippy cup for the big baby ('hehehehe thats me!' she thought) to drink. "Last chance to bail and just I dunno, waddle around the house and I'll tease you." Malcore said, smirking. "..wait, that was a option?" asked asked, putting a blank look on her face. "..Uh..yeah of cou-" "Kidding! I knew that dork. it won't be the same!" Des said and burst out laughing. "..Somebody wants a spanking before her butt goes back in diapers huh?" Malcore said dryly. "Threaten ME with a good time!" "andddd my kink limit has been hit. come on doofus, get over here so big brother can get you back in your diapie wipies." Des giggled and walked over, dropping her towel and planting her butt on the thick terry cloth diaper and grinned like a fool as malcore powdered her and then pinned them nice and snug. "where's your bank card so I can pay for this whole little trip back to baby land for you?" He asked, tugging the t-shirt on her then holding out the plastic panties for her to step into. "oh, I just have it all in cash, it's in my night stand." Des said, holding onto Malcore as she stepped into the plastic pants. "And I think you mighta gone too thick with the diapers, I don't think the plastic panties are gon- URK!" Des was cut off as Malcore yanked up with the panties, lifting her up off her feet for a second and letting her weight force them over the thick cloth diapers, making them bludge and puff out, then locked them tight. He also gave her the mother of all diaper wedgies as he let her plop down onto her pampered butt. "You were saying?"  he asked. "Son of a bisket eating weevil, that HURT you butt!" she huffed. "Aww widdle baby Des can handle spanking but not a widdle wedgie?" he asked in a mocking baby tone. Des glared at him but then he reached down and tapped a finger on the end of her nose. "boop!" this, much like it had when they were 3 and 5, made her break into helpless giggles.

with the mittens and booties clicked into place, and Des using both hands to hold the sippy cup in place as she chugged, malcore lead the way out to the car, which was parked back in the garage. sure it could of been cute to make her waddle into the driveway like this but since they hadn't been able to find a skirt, let alone pants that could of covered her massive diapered ass malcore was glad he had parked inside. 'That's all we need, noisy ms.Johnson from across the street seeing Des in all her diaper dork glory.' with Des strapped into the backseat, and Malcore having all her monies in his wallet, they drove off to go and commit Des to a week of babyhood, though before they even reached the end of the block Malcore was rolling down the windows and glaring at the rear view mirror at a blushing Des. "I-I told you this stuff works quick.." She whined.

The Nurse at the front desk for oaks mental placement ward had seen a lot of things in her 3 years on the job. People who thought they were kitties, a guy who insisted her was Bill Clinton..and even one man who turned to go super sayain has his parents had dragged him in. Today she smelled the newest arrival far before she saw her, and raised a eyebrow at the sight of a young man leading in a girl dressed like a big baby, and judging from the funk in the air the blond girl was living up to the disclaimer on her t-shirt. "Malllcorrrrre, I wanna go pway wiff da other babies at da park!" the blond girl was whining. "Just hang on Des, Big brother needs to talk with the nice lady." the Brown haired man was saying, Malcore the nurse assumed. "Excuse me, who do I talk to about admitting my sister for a week?" he asked. "Whattt? nu admitting! wanna stay with ou!" the blond girl whined and started to have a full on fit, slapping at malcore and looking like a big stinky toddler. the nurse was forced to call two orderlies out, and then lead Malcore to go and talk with her boss.

Des put up the best fight she could, not that she wanted to get away, but she wanted to make sure they felt the need to restrain her as tight as possible for her stay. She also nipped at fingers and was rewarded with a big fat pacifier gag being forced in her mouth and strapped around her head. she suckled on it and fussed, till a hard swat on her squishy rear made her knees wobble, then she was dumped into a large medical crib, too high for her to climb out of even if she hadn't of been in a massive diaper that had been loaded to the brim. Getting to her knees she held onto the bar's with her mitten hands and glared at the two missing link's that were the orderlies. "Sheesh, this ones gonna be a handful, I can already tell." "no shit Sherlock. I don't care WHAT her brother says, I'm getting a strait jacket for her." the other one said, rubbing his eye where Des had scored a lucky hit. "heh, think spanking will be part of her treatment?" the first one asked, shaking his hand where Des had bitten his fingers. "because I could go for tanning her bratty backside." '..This..this might of been a mistake.' Des was realizing for the first time as she whined and backed away from the two, landing on her mushy back side and letting out a loud wet sounding fart. "Ugh! Christ! what did she eat, road killed skunk!?!"

In the head office Malcore was just finishing up the last of the paper work, it had been stupid easy to get Des signed in..it almost seemed like the guy running the place KNEW what was really going on but didn't mind as long as malcore could pay for Baby Des's stay. it had taken the better part of a hour and in that time Malcore had given over the key and given permission for them to get Des changed, in more ways then one and also given them free reign to use whatever treatments they deemed needed to keep her safe from harming herself, and even allowed corporal punishment if they felt it was warranted. One small change though from the original plan, unknown to Des though she would soon find out..was that Malcore hadn't just paid for one week like the little dork wanted. As it turned out the place hadn't cost as much as Des had assumed, and so, being the -kind- and loving big brother he was.. Malcore had signed her up for three weeks. Of course he'd be lying if he said the temptation to enjoy his parents house hadn't played a role in this, but he also figured after three weeks in baby bondage land Des would either be cured of her need for this darker side of her fetish..or hug him like crazy and thank him for making it real. he was ready to flip that coin. "Well, i think that about does it." Dr. Altez said, shaking Malcore's hand. "Would you like to see your sister before taking off to supervise the constitution of her new nursery.?" "of course, though i don't think she's gonna be very happy with me. I did after tell her we were going to the park." Malcore chuckled, getting up and leaving with the good doctor. "heh, well we all do what we must." Walking down the hallway Malcore was lead into the nursery, where a series of cribs were set up and there was a changing table. the carpeting was nice and plush and there was a animal print on the walls and from the looks of it, a toy chest just filled with nice soft toys that Des would be able to play with, if she could earn good girl time. Sitting in a crib by the back of the room however was Des who was mumbling before her paci gag. She'd been changed from her soiled padding of course, and was now in a thick wet plastic diaper and a light pink straitjacket that had her arms trapped at her sides. her booties had been replaced and -snk-, her hair had been brushed and put into pig tails. the paci gag had a cute little pink mouth guard on it and she was wearing a little bib..mostly because with all the grumbling and muffled protests she was trying to do she had a stream of drool going down her chin. rocking back and forth and clearly trying to get her arms free, Des cried out around the gag and tried to get up only to fall on her face , though the mattress of the crib was soft enough she didn't hurt herself. "would you like a moment alone with her to say bye bye?" The good doctor asked. "Yes please." malcore said. Once they were alone, Malcore walked over and leaned over the crib bars, down at Des. "Well dork, having fun yet?" malcore asked. Des glared at him and started to shake her head no. "ah ah ah, beeee honest~" Malcore scolded, wagging a finger. She stopped, then closed her eyes and nodded. "Good, I'm glad you having fun, I know this might seem a little scary at times, but I'm sure you'll get used it before your first week is up." malcore said. That got her attention and Des's eyes went wide, and she gave him a questioning look. "oh yeah, I decided since it was cheaper then we thought, to give you -THREE- weeks in baby land. I didn't think you'd mind, but on the off chance you do..well.. No one will care. I've already given consent for the paci gag to stay in save for when you're being feed, which will be bottle feeding of formula, and I've okayed them spanking you if you get out of line. I ALSO.." and malcore gave a evil little grin. "Told them how much you loooove sitting in poopie diapers..so asked that they let you sit in everyone for at least half a hour." at this Malcore reached in and patted Des's head, as she glared and shook, going red in the face and trying to yell at him. "Aww, no need to thank me, your my BABY sister after all, i just want you to be happy. and who knows, Maybe mom and dad will decide to extend their cruise and I'll pay out of my own pocket for you to stay awhile longer." Des was whimpering and whining now, shaking her head. "Des calm down, we both know you're going to enjoy the hell out of this, this is exactly what you wanted. I'm just giving it to you for longer then you wanted. I promise I'll come and visit you every couple of days." Malcore said and patted her head. Des whined and trying to pull away, but the head pats apparently felt nice and she relaxed. Maybe she relaxed a little too much as a wet bubbly fart escaped and the back of her diaper started to puff out. "heh, and that's my cue to leave. Bye bye baby des. Have fun~" Malcore coo'ed and walked away, stopping at the door. "and remember, big brother loves you~" he said with a wink, then walked out as Des did the only thing she could. and finished loading her diapies.

The end

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #458

“i was unprepared for fame, then everybody knew my name”

What does your doormat say? I... actually am not sure. I don't pay any attention. What do you order from most sit down restaurants? Chicken tenders are my go-to safe option, ha ha. Or shrimp. Who was the last person you talked about love/relationships with? Sara. I wanted her advice. Where was the last place you thought about having sex, other than your bed? This was way too long ago, dude. Do you remember the last time you went against someone’s advice? Very recently. :x What day would you consider the best day of your life? Why? Idk, really. Would you say you’re too experienced or too unexperienced for your age? I am embarrassingly unexperienced. What is your favorite neon color? Ever buy nail polish that color? Hot pink. I don't care for nail polish. Has anyone ever mistaken you to be a member of the opposite sex? No. What is the greatest source of happiness in your life? Uhhhh... What was the last charity/cause you donated to? Children With Hair Loss, when I cut a shitload of my hair off for the style I have now. Getting that certificate that my hair was used is to this day one of the warmest feelings I've ever experienced. Who was the last person you got a handwritten letter from? Sara. What is something you know very little about? Economics. Have any of your worst fears ever come true? Yes. I lost Jason. Is anyone in your family divorced? My parents, three of my siblings (all have since gotten remarried and are very happy<3), and I'm sure more distant relatives, too. Does your family go ‘all out’ during the holidays? No. How often in a year do you go to the mall to get new clothes? Pretty much never. Who was the last person to call you beautiful? What was your reaction? Someone on Facebook when I updated my profile pic, probably. I was very flattered, of course. As someone with a SHIT self-image, it means a lot to me. Do you ever get paranoid about who your significant other hangs out with? I'm single, but hypothetically, nope. Did you ever call any teachers by their first name? Who? Some, but only because they preferred it. I don't remember all of them, other than it was common in college. Do you blow-dry, towel-dry or air-dry your hair? Towel-dry and best I can first, then let it air-dry. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? ... One of the reasons I chose to go to actual school instead of homeschooling when I started HS was because I liked the thought of making actual friends and maybe being a guitarist if any wanted to start bands lmao. What is your favorite flavor of gum? Watermelon, probs. Are you a good leader? lol no Would you ever go bear hunting? I'm strictly opposed to hunting for sport, but even if I wasn't, I would NOT be going after bears. Have you ever picked flowers out of someone else’s garden without asking? Wow, no. Have you ever won money by entering a contest/raffle? No. Who is your favorite philosopher? I don't have one. What restaurant would you choose to go to for breakfast? I'm a v basic bitch and love me some Waffle House lmfao. How much money do you think you cost your parents? I. Don't. Want. To. Know. With so much medical stuff... holy shit. Do you eat any meat other than turkey on Thanksgiving? I eat spiral ham, because I don't like turkey in that form. Does your cat give you kitty kisses? Yes. :') Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Close, no. My mom was a close call, though... Her cancer was very, very close to being stage 4. Have you ever been to a waterpark? Yeah, as a kiddo. Describe the person you like/love in one word: Hilarious. Do you enjoy creative writing? Hell yeah man. If so, what things do you like writing about the most? Meerkats in a fantasy setting. Do you own any windchimes? Yes. Mom has one, I believe. Have you ever been known for something extremely negative? No. Would you say you’ve made a lot of people proud? Hell no. Have you ever been in a relationship with someone for over a year? Twice. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? I think I've made that abundantly obvious in the past few surveys lmao. Does your birth name mean anything in another language or sense? It just means "of Britain." I wish my name had better meaning, lol. What is your favorite desert? THE KALAHARI because MEERKATS!!!!!!!!!!! :') Have you ever been called a good kisser? Well not directly, but no one's ever complained? Have you ever stepped on a bee? No. Who is your newest friend? Hmmm... I haven't made a new friend in a very long time. Tell me something about yourself that you don’t normally tell people. I'm an RPer. The last song you heard, what does it make you think of? That I wish I was NEARLY as hot as her lmao. What do you like about your birthday? We go out to eat wherever I want, yum. The person you’re thinking about - what are you thinking about them? That he needs to mESSAGE ME BACK Are you currently sick at all? No. Has anyone ever asked for your autograph? Er, no. What’s one subject that makes you feel uncomfortable? Sex. Who did you last send a friend request to? Idk. What candy makes your face pucker? None that I've tried. I handle sour treats very well. Do you believe that the number 13 is unlucky? No. Do you know any marines? Jason's dad was one. What’s your favorite Halloween movie? Hocus Pocus. :') Do you know anyone who does a lot of pills? I guess me, but they're prescription pills, and I don't abuse them. Mom has a lot, too. Who’s your favorite rapper? And your favorite song by this rapper? Eminem. Either "Love the Way You Lie" or "Space Bound." Has anyone ever made a promise to you that they’d change? Who? No. Have you ever had the cops called on you? For what? Nope. What race do you see the most in your neighborhood? African American. Have you ever walked in on someone accidentally while they were nude? No, I don't think so. Have you ever wanted to get your monroe pierced? Nah, it'd look weird on me. Do you own anything that involves Betty Boop? Nope. Can you remember the last song you listened to? Yeah; I'm listening to Lauren Babic and Halocene's cover of Linkin Park's "Bleed It Out" right now. What is your favourite flavour of Skittles? The sour ones!! Red was always my favorite. Who taught you how to ride a bike? My dad. Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? Girt. Jason is a very close second, but Girt... he saw me at rock fucking bottom. He just showed up at the hospital unannounced after my suicide attempt (he knew because yay for writing a stupid fucking suicide note on Facebook) to help comfort me. He saw me dead to the fucking world and just done with everything. When’s the last time you were on the phone after 2 AM? Wow... probably not since a few days before the aforementioned suicide attempt and I called Jason's landline, desperate to talk to him. His mom picked up and talked to me for like two whole fucking hours. I'm tearing up pretty bad just remembering it, seeing as she's dead now... She cared for me so much. I miss her so, so much. Enough of this question, I'm about to start sobbing. :x What would you do if your best friend got an abortion? Honestly? Be relieved. I really don't think her body could handle pregnancy. What would you do if your father left your mother? That happened, and I hated him for years. What would you do if your bf/gf’s face became mutilated in an accident? Love them all the same. I don't care about appearances. What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen in your life? *shrug* Have you ever dated two different people with the same name? No. That would be so weird. What are you deathly afraid of? Pregnancy. Internal parasites. Which unborn babies technically are. Do you know anyone who’s addicted to drugs and, if so, are you friends with them? I know many potheads, and one I'm pretty close with. Have you ever owned a golf cart before and, if so, what color was it? No. Do you have a sibling who’s a complete deadbeat and, if so, which sibling is it? Definitely not. All my siblings are hard workers that have dreams and aspirations they're either working towards or have achieved. Do you own the new Guitar Hero and, if so, what’s your favorite song on it? I have no clue what the newest one is. My favorite song to play in any of the games though is The Eagles' "Hotel California." It just feels good to play, and the ending solo fuckin' slams. Have you ever done anything dangerous enough to have risked your life? An overdose on cold medicine. What was the most length you’ve ever cut off your hair and why did you cut it? 8+ inches because I no longer wanted long hair. Have you ever overcome a disease that was life-threatening and, if so, which one? No.

[miracul0us-multishipper]

The cure

“Okay.”, Marillion turned away from the railing, back to her champion. “I think I bought us a few moments.”

The heroes would be back, no doubt, but not before she could handle the situation on her own.

“Stoneheart, give Mylène a little room to breath! You’re trapping her.”

“Oh!”, he immediately opened his hand so Mylène sat on his gigantic palm instead of being stuck in his fist. “Sorry, Mylène!”

This, however, did not help to make her more comfortable. Quite the opposite: She threw one look over the edge of Stonehearts hand, realized they were on top of the Eiffel Tower, and curled into a pitiful ball of fear. Stammering an apology, Ivan closed his hand around her until she was safely tucked into his fist again.

Oh dear. She had to do something!

“Look, I know you must be afraid,” she tried to calm the trembling Mylène, hopping on Stonehearts arm to be a little closer to her. The girl looked at her with obvious apprehension.

“I swear, scaring you like this was not our intention. Right, Stoneheart?”

Ivan nodded eagerly, as docile as a puppy now. She sighed.

“He just wanted a chance to talk to you! So... would you listen to him? Just listening should do the trick.”

Mylène hid her face behind Ivan’s giant thumb.

“I just want to go home!”, she whimpered and Marillion patted her back in sympathy.

“I know, and I’m awfully sorry it came to all this mess. But I can’t transform Ivan back until he’s got it off his chest, so I really, really need your help.”

Mylène looked at her, considering her options and Marillion sat down.

“Hey, he’s not going to be mean to you, I promise. He’s a softie! And once he’s said what he wants to tell you, I’ll personally bring you back home myself. Alright?”

Mylène sniffled, but looked a little hopeful now.

“O... Okay.”

She turned to Ivan.

“Okay. I’ll listen.”

Stoneheart beamed, letting himself fall into a sitting position.

“So, this morning, when I tried to speak to you before the lesson started...”

Marillion jumped off of his arm and onto the platform to give them a little space. Ivan could handle it, now. With her nearby to keep him in check, no heroes to interrupt and no Chloé to provoke him, he would finally be able to speak his heart and cleanse the Akuma.

Everything would be alri-

“Lucky Charm!”, yelled a far too familiar voice right then, a second before something hard - a parachute?! - hit Marillion right in the face. The momentum slammed her into into the railing and she saw stars.

“I do not think this is how you were supposed to use it.”, Chat Noir commented as he landed next to his goddamn partner, who only scoffed at him.

“What, are you going to cat-splain my powers to me, Kitty? Obviously, it worked just fine!”

“Stoneheart!”, Marillion groaned, more out of annoyance than pain. “Get Mylène to safety - again! Because these damn idiots are back - again! So I’m going to kick. their. asses,” she snarled, getting back to her feet, “AGAIN!”

With a roar Stoneheart jumped over the railing, about to climb down the tower, as she deflected Ladybirds yo-yo with her cane and attacked her. But she should have gone for Chat Noir instead: While she was busy fighting Ladybird, the cat had jumped over them and attacked Stonehearts free hand holding onto the tower. Startled, Stoneheart lost his grip, slowly fell backwards... and instinctively opened his other hand to catch himself. The hand holding Mylène - and the Akuma!

“Catch Mylène!”, she ordered frantically and he obeyed, allowing the triumphant Chat Noir to dive past him and throw the akumatized ball of paper back to Ladybird.

“No!”, Marillion screamed, but the cackling dumbass that was Ladybird had already broken the object.

Time seemed to slow down.

The purple Akuma, released from its target, was fleeing skywards. Stoneheart’s powers faded immediately and he transformed back, losing his hold on the railing. He fell, and Mylène with him.

Marillion had seen the most ridiculously unfortunate scenarios play out around her for years - she just had that kind of luck. She’d always noticed the chain reactions of disaster unfold just in time to prepare for the embarrassment, never soon enough to stop it.

But this was different. Lives were at stake. And she had superpowers.

Time resumed its usual pace and her body moved on its own, her mind preceding it.

Three problems at hand: Ivan falling, Mylène falling, and an Akuma on the loose.

Three persons present: Ladybird, Chat Noir, and Marillion herself.

Ladybird hadn’t expected Stoneheart to detransform and wouldn’t notice in time; she was too busy with the Akuma. Chat Noir was closest to Ivan and had his staff to catch himself. That left Mylène and Marillion.

Within a heartbeat she had grabbed the parachute Ladybird had thrown into her face. She had no time to worry about the height, she was already jumping over the railing and diving after Mylène.

As expected, Chat had caught Ivan and saved them with an unorthodox use of cataclysm - why didn’t you just use your damn staff, idiot?! - so she passed him without taking her eyes off of the screaming girl. Using all of her strength she grabbed Mylène around the waist and held onto her, then she opened the parachute.

An audible sigh escaped the girl and she clung to Marillion like a life line.

“It’s okay, you’re safe!”, the butterfly sighed. Laughing with relief she added: “Promised I’d get you back safe, didn’t I?”

-

Marillion didn’t wait for Ladybird to catch up with her. By the time the Miraculous Cure washed through the streets of Paris, she was long gone and back in her room, detransformed. Nooroo was sitting on her chaise lounge, stuffing himself with candy like his life depended on it. Nadja Chamack did her News Report in the TV, and of course there was only one topic.

“...Both students have returned home unharmed, and thanks to our new superhero Ladybird, all damages to our beloved city have been undone as well.”, she said with an unusual optimism. “It seems that the supervillain calling herself “Marillion” is not as much of a threat as feared. Let’s hope Ladybird and Chat Noir will continue to keep us safe!”

“Hmp!”, Marinette scoffed and turned the TV off. “Keeping them safe? Pah! I was the one who saved Mylène, wasn’t I?!”

“It’s okay, Marinette.”

Nooroo swallowed the last bit of candy before turning to look at her, a sad smile on his face.

“It was worth a try. I’m sure the guardian will understand.”

“What...?”

Realisation hit her and she jumped up.

“No! You can’t go back! You’ll be trapped forever!”

Nooroo floated up and patted her on the forehead.

“It’s safer that way.”, he shrugged. “I’m only creating chaos here.”

“No, no! Just... just look at today!”

He looked up at her, confused.

“Today?”

“Yes!”, she hurried to continue. “Sure, the public thinks we’re the bad guys. But if we hadn’t decided to akumatize Ivan, all these people would still be monsters, right?”

“Well... you have a point, but-“

“A-And Ivan! He finally confessed to Mylène, and now that she read his song, she actually likes him back! They looked so happy when we left, don’t you think so?”

Nooroo looked pensive.

“That... is true.”

He smiled.

“And they make such a cute couple too!”

Relieved that he was listening, she kneeled down in front of him.

“Who cares what the others say,” she shrugged. “If you ask me, we achieved some really great things today. Plus, I threw Chat Noir off the Eiffel Tower.”

She smirked gleefully.

“That definitely made my week.”

Nooroo snorted and settled into her cupped hand.

“Why, I’m glad you had fun, Marinette.”

“I did.”, she assured him. “I’ve never felt so... light before, Nooroo. So graceful and free. It was... miraculous.”

Her Kwami sighed deeply.

“But what if someone else gets upset around you? You’d have to suffer their misery as well.”

“Then we could akumatize them too!”

“What?!”

“It’s how your power is meant to be used, remember? To help people, like we helped Ivan. True, the way we did it was a little... rocky, but if something went really wrong, there’s always that annoying Ladybird, right? She can reverse any collateral damage. Besides...”

She booped his nose.

“I’d miss you if went and trapped yourself.”

A sniffle came from her lilac little friend.

“R-really?”

“Of course, Nooroo. Very much.”

He rubbed his teary eyes clean, then he smiled.

“Then I will stay with you, as long as you’ll have me...”

He bowed.

“...Master Marinette.”

-

When Marinette walked into the classroom alongside Alya the next day, the classroom was abuzz with chatter.

“I’m telling you, Marillion was super nice!”, Ivan insisted, holding hands with an eagerly nodding Mylène. “I’ve even still got all my memories from yesterday. She was honestly trying to help me!”

“Help you destroy the City?”

“No, you dork. Helping me confess.”

“So what, she’s like, Matchmaker Marillion?”, Nino threw in. “Sounds more like a stage name.”

“We shouldn’t take a supervillain this lightly. There’s a 89.7% chance she will strike again.”

“I’m not sure if she’s a villain.”, Mylène tried to argue. “She was looking out for me the entire time, and she saved my life!”

“Excuse me?!”, Alya suddenly spoke up, making Marinette jump. “Ladybird saved your life! When she freed you from Stoneheart! Marillion was just doing damage control for her image when she caught you, ‘cause she knew she’d lost. Also, wasn’t it Ladybird’s parachute that she used?”

She snapped her fingers.

“Check and mate, girl.”

Marinette sighed deeply. Looks like the most wonderful girl in the world is fangirling over the most useless one. Tragic.

The discussion went on as she quickly pulled Alya away before she could yell any further. The fiery haired menace made a move to fight her tugging, but stopped when she realized where Marinette was pulling her.

“Let’s sit here.”, she smiled at her best friend, pointing at the seat Chloé had claimed for herself yesterday. A gleeful grin spread on Alyas face and she sat down without further ado. Nailed it.

-

When Chloé stormed into the room, telling her off felt even better than being Marillion to her. The blondes face was an angry shade of red, but to everyone’s surprise, she sat down on the place Marinette pointed to.

“You’ll pay for that, eventually.”, Chloé scoffed. “When I tell Paris’ new hero, who is incidentally my BFF, about how rude you are, she’ll swoop in and teach you for treating me like that.”

“Oh?”, Alya snickered. “Paris’ rising star is your new best friend, now? Tell us about it!”

“You don’t deserve to know anything about her!”, Chloé snapped, but only managed to stay quiet for a second before the urge to boast overwhelmed her. “She’s the most powerful hero of them all, obviously, and of course she adores me. She’s strong, and quick, and absolutely exceptional!”

A dreamy expression sneaked in Chloé’s eyes as she went into raptures about Ladybird.

“She’s the prettiest too, and the only one with a fashion sense as good as mine. And she alone saved Paris from that superpowered menace, yesterday.”

“My, my, Chloé!”, Alya mocked her. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a crush on Ladybird.”

The class - childish as always - roared with laughter, but Chloé only pulled up an eyebrow.

“Who?”, she asked, and everybody froze mid-movement. Kim, who’d been in the middle of swiping away a tear of laughter, still had a finger under his eye.

“Oh, you mean that ridiculously incompetent wannabe in red, right?”, Chloé continued without a care. “Pah, as if I’d wanna be seen with that fashion disaster! No, Marillion is the true hero - of Paris and of the fashion world. Tailcoats look just exquisite on her.”

For a moment it was quiet, then the entire debate from earlier roared up and Marinette had to stop Alya from going for Chloé’s jugular.

“Wow, suddenly I have no respect at all for Marillion anymore.”, Ivan said in shock as Mylène patted his arm. “Yeah, if Chloé likes her, we were definitely wrong.”

Pah!

Traitors!

-

She stayed longer after school, to deposit some candy reserves for Nooroo in her locker. Unfortunately, that meant she that when she left the school, it had already begun to rain. Just her luck.

Sighing she stepped back under the roof, hoping it would just be a quick shower and she’d get home dryly if she just waited a few minutes. Of course, her bad luck didn’t just end there though.

“Hey!”, said a tentative voice next to her, and she turned away when she realized it belonged to Adrien Agreste. Chewing-gum-boy. Chloé-friend.

“Look, about yesterday...”, he started anyway. “I really was trying to take it off.”

Yeah, a friend of Chloé tries to help. Fat chance.

That thought made her pause. Just this morning Chloé had announced Marillion to be her friend, and immediately, everyone had stopped showing support for the butterfly. She’d been bummed about that, hadn’t she? So... shouldn’t she give Adrien a chance?

She looked at him, signaling him that she was listening. Relieved he continued.

“I’ve never been to school before. Chloé has been my only friend for years now. All of this is... new to me.”, he admitted. “So I might be a little clueless sometimes, and act weird, or say the wrong thing. I’m sorry if I came across as a bully yesterday.”

He looked wistfully at the school behind them.

“But I really, really want this. Going to a public school, and making friends, and learning everything I’ve been missing out on.”

He smiled. A sad, but genuine smile, so warm and open she didn’t even need the impulse of her brooch to know that his apology was sincere. It made her heart ache for him and filled her stomach with butterflies. When Adrien opened his umbrella and turned to leave, she surprised herself by reaching for his arm.

“Just so you know...”, she said as he looked at her with these vibrant green eyes. “...I... I like to make new friends too.“

His hopeful face turned into a smile.

“Then I hope we can befriend each other.”

With a chuckle, he held out the umbrella to her. Flattered she reached out to take it - only to accidentally snap it shut and trap herself inside.

A startled laugh escaped Adrien, a sound sweeter than the bells of Notre Dame. She couldn’t help but join him, giggling nervously at her own clumsiness. He didn’t make her feel like a failure, even if he laughed at her. No, he just genuinely thought it was harmlessly funny, and worth a laugh. After the day she’d had, fun was exactly what she’d needed. Adrien was exactly what she had needed.

“See you tomorrow then!”, he said, running down the stairs towards a silver car.

“Y-Yeah! See you morrow-to, I mean, you tomorrow see! Wait, no...”

Another giggle reached her ears, this time from her purse.

“Has that boy stolen your speech?”, he teased and she grimaced.

“Nooroo!”

“What did he look like? Was he very pretty? What was his name?”

She blushed, quickly running down the stairs.

“Well... yes, he was very pretty.”, she was forced to admit, though not without a groan. “Oh man, not again!”

She’d just started crushing on her best friend, she couldn’t like another person as well, could she?!

“It’s Love,” Nooroo only said when she voiced her concern. “It’s the greatest force in the universe, it doesn’t follow any rules. This is just another proof for what I knew from the moment I saw you.”

“Hm?”

“That you have a big heart, full to the brim with love!”

“Oh you~!”, she waved off, reminiscing about the way she’d felt when Adrien had looked at her. As if she might float away.

“His name is Adrien.”, she sighed. “Adrien Agreste.”

Beside her, Nooroo stiffened.

“A... Adrien Agreste?”

“Yeah, like the designer. Gabriel Agreste, you know him?”

Nooroo ducked into her collar and watched as the silver car passed them, carefully staying out of sight.

“Yes.”, Nooroo said with wide eyes, already feeling the purple mist that would leave his mouth if he tried to say the wrong name.

“I know him.”