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hii can you plsss do college fling!joshua too (with smut if you like!) thank you <3
warnings: smut, dorm-kitchen counter sex, clit stimulation, penetrative sex, dirty talk, teasing.
college fling!joshuaâs definitely not the type to be found at some wild frat party, shirt half-buttoned, shouting about shots. heâs more⌠chill. like, you can see him with a small group of people, maybe talking about some obscure trivia fact or just hanging back with his guitar, strumming casually. and you notice him in those quiet corners, head down, minding his business, but when people need help, heâs there, no hesitation. just this soft smile, eyes that look like theyâve got their own glow. no front, no ego.
itâs karaoke night when you really notice him, though. one of those lowkey, âorganized by the student councilâ kinda nights, where everyoneâs already a little awkward, shifting in their seats, waiting for someone to break the ice. and thereâs joshua, sitting off to the side, fingers tapping lightly against his leg to the beat of some old song. youâre not even surprised when the karaoke machine starts acting up, some tech issue, because of course, it would. you glance over at joshua, who's already looking around for someone to fix the damn thing. you try messing with the settings on the machine yourself, but the screen flashes error messages, and honestly, you just wanna punch the damn thing. you groan under your breath, âseriously? iâm not dealing with this shit right now.â
âneed a hand?â joshuaâs voice pulls you out of your frustration, and you turn to see him standing there, that soft smile of his doing most of the talking. like heâs amused at your mini-meltdown but too nice to say it.
âyeah, this thingâs giving me hell.â you lean back, giving up for a second, hands raised like youâre surrendering to the machine. âyou know anything about fixing this?â
ânah, but i can try,â he says, stepping in a little closer. and you can smell himâfresh, like he doesnât even have to try. just naturally⌠clean, if thatâs a thing. his fingers brush the buttons, the machine beeping a little, but still refusing to cooperate. he chuckles under his breath. âguess itâs not in the mood.â
you smirk, feeling the tension ease a little with him around. âyeah, technologyâs a bitch sometimes.â
âalways.â he laughs, this soft, almost shy sound, but then his gaze lands on the guitar sitting by the stage. âyâknow⌠if this thingâs not working, we could just do it old-school.â
you raise a brow, curious. âold-school? like⌠live music?â
he nods, picking up the guitar like itâs second nature to him. âyeah, i mean⌠itâs karaoke night, right? weâll make our own music.â thereâs something about the way he says it, all easy and laid-back, that makes you wanna go along with it. heâs not pushy, but you feel pulled in by his vibe. the roomâs already a bit more relaxed, people chatting amongst themselves, so you shrug and sit back on one of the chairs in front of the stage. âalright, hit me with your best shot.â
he laughs, adjusting the guitar strap, and then strums a few chords, testing the waters. itâs a familiar tune, something simple and nostalgic, and he hums along softly, almost like heâs figuring out the right words to sing. and when he finally starts, his voice is buttery smooth, like it was made to just slip into your ears and settle in. itâs not showy, not overly polished, just nice. like something you didnât know you needed until you heard it. you canât help but watch him, a little too closely maybe, as his fingers move over the strings, his body swaying a little with the rhythm. his eyes flick up to yours, and for a split second, itâs like the room disappears. thereâs just you and him, and this stupid little connection through music. cheesy as hell just like the barbie's movie says, but itâs there.
âyou wanna sing along?â he asks, like heâs already expecting you to say no, but heâs hopeful anyway.
you bite your lip, half-laughing. âif i do, iâll ruin the vibe.â
he tilts his head, amused. ânah, you wonât. câmon, whatâs your go-to song?â
you hesitate, feeling a little exposed, but then screw it. if joshua can stand up there and casually play a whole damn song in front of people, you can at least join him. you mutter the name of some old song, and before you know it, heâs playing the first chords. you start singing, a little unsure at first, but his guitar backs you up, makes you feel more confident.
and itâs weird, âcause itâs so not what you expected to be doing tonightâsinging a duet with joshua hong of all people. but here you are, the two of you vibing, making the room your own little bubble for a while.
after a while, you stop caring if anyone else is even paying attention. itâs just fun, and youâre actually enjoying yourself, which⌠yeah, is rare for these kinds of school-organized things.
âsee? not so bad, right?â he says, a little breathless, guitar still in his hands.
âyeah, i guess that wasnât too bad,â you admit, feeling your face heat up a little.
and just like that, youâre kinda hooked. you donât even know why, but thereâs something about how easy it is with him. heâs not forcing anything, just letting shit happen, and itâs fun. more fun than youâve had in a while, honestly. âthanks for, uh⌠saving karaoke night,â you say, trying not to sound as flustered as you feel.
he shrugs, smile never leaving his face. âanytime. but, um⌠maybe next time, we wonât need the machine at all.â
and there it is again, that little spark of somethingâlike heâs leaving the door open for whatever comes next. not pushing, not expecting. just waiting to see if youâre gonna step through.
you smile back at him, feeling your heart beat just a little faster. âyeah⌠maybe.â
college fling!joshua that would approach you with his shy ass in the hallway like it wasnât a big deal, but it was. âcause he wasnât the type to just walk up to someone and invite them over. you werenât expecting it either. but there he was, scratching the back of his neck, trying to play it casual like it didnât take him a full two minutes to get the words out.
âuh⌠iâm having a few friends over on friday. you know, snacks, music, nothing crazy. you should come.â
you remember his smile, that little tilt of his lips that had your stomach flipping like youâd already said yes before your brain could process. and obviously, you agreed.
so friday night rolls around, and youâre standing in front of his dorm in this fresh little dress you threw on last minute. not like youâre trying to impress him or anything, but you catch the way his eyes drop the second you step in. joshuaâs trying to keep it together, but you can feel his gaze like a burn, lingering on your legs before he quickly looks away. thereâs this subtle hitch in his breath when he greets you, and his cheeks turn a little pink, but he pulls himself back into being the polite, nice guy he is.
his dormâs small but neat, smelling like fresh laundry and some subtle citrus scent from the diffusers heâs got stashed in the corners. thereâs a few of his friends scattered around, all of them chill, chatting over music thatâs playing just loud enough to vibe to. joshuaâs close-knit group, not the party type, exactly what you expected. heâs quick to make sure youâve got everythingââyou want a drink? water? soda?ââand then asks if you need a blanket when he notices your legs.
âyou good? itâs a bit chilly, i can grab something if you want.â
you almost laugh at how hard heâs trying to be respectful, like the thought of your legs exposed is messing with him more than heâs willing to admit. but you shake your head, leaning back on the couch with your drink and teasing him a little. âiâm fine, joshua. donât worry.â
he gives you this awkward smile like heâs low-key relieved, but you see him still trying to fight his instincts to look.
after a couple of hours, his friends head out, leaving the place a little messyâempty cups and snack wrappers scattered on the table. youâre quick to start picking things up, despite joshuaâs protests.
âseriously, you donât have to clean up. i got it.â
but you insist, throwing away trash and stacking cups, and before you know it, itâs just the two of you alone in his small dorm. the quiet settles in, just the low hum of music in the background, and you notice how much more intense it feels without anyone else around. joshuaâs hovering by the window, glancing out towards the campus, and then he shuts it without saying anything, locking the latch with this quiet click.
âjust in case,â he mutters to himself, not looking at you.
youâre leaning against the counter now, arms crossed, watching him. thereâs something in the way heâs moving slower. like heâs waiting for you to make the next move. but you donât, âcause part of you wants to see where heâll take it.
joshua turns, finally meeting your eyes again, and itâs different this time. thereâs no one else here, no distractions, and heâs got that nervous energy radiating off him. âthanks for, uh, staying to help,â he says, his voice softer now, stepping a little closer.
âno problem.â you smile, and itâs so obvious whatâs happening, but neither of you is calling it out.
heâs standing in front of you now, closer than he was before, eyes flicking between yours and then down to your lips. itâs subtle, but you catch it, and itâs like thatâs all the signal you needed. your heartâs racing, but you stay calm, lifting your chin just slightly as if daring him to do something.
and he does.
slowly, almost like heâs scared to break the moment, joshua reaches out, one hand finding your waist, his fingers hesitant at first. then he pulls you in, just enough that thereâs barely any space left between your bodies. you feel the warmth of him, and when he leans down, his breath ghosts over your lips.
you can tell heâs thinking about itâoverthinking, probablyâbecause he pauses, eyes searching yours, like heâs waiting for you to stop him. but you donât. instead, you close the gap, brushing your lips against his. he lets out this shaky breath, and suddenly his hands are on you, one cupping your face, the other steadying your waist. he deepens the kiss, slow but knowing, like heâs taking pleasure in every second. his lips are warm, soft, but thereâs this need in the way he moves.
your hands find their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. he responds by pressing you back against the counter, not forceful, but enough that you can feel the solidness of his body, everything intensifying.
âis this⌠okay?â he mumbles against your lips, his voice low and breathless, and you swear the way he asks, so fucking polite in the middle of a heated kiss, makes you want to open your legs for him even more.
âyeah, joshua,â you whisper back, pulling him in tighter.
his lips are still on yours, but thereâs nothing sweet about the way heâs kissing you anymore. âturn around.â your breath catches because the toneâs different. heâs not asking now, heâs telling, and the sudden deep voice is doing things to you. so you turn around, heart racing, hands bracing yourself against the counter. you feel his body press up behind yours, and his hand, slides down your waist, squeezing, as he grinds into you. itâs slow, teasing, and already you can feel how hard he is through his jeans.
âfuck, joshuaâŚâ the words come out in a breathy gasp, âcause honestly? you didnât expect this from himânot the shy guy who asked you to his dorm like it was some casual hangout.
âsorry,â he breathes out, lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. âcanât⌠fuck, i canât help it.â
you let out a shaky breath, trying to stay steady, but heâs not giving you the chance. his other hand comes up, gently pushing your back down until youâre bent over the small counter, ass pressed right up against him. youâre not even sure how it escalated this quickly, but fuck, youâre not complaining.
then you feel him, fingers brushing against the hem of your dress, pulling it up to expose more skin, and his hand lands firmly on your ass. not too hard, just enough to make you gasp, your body arching a little further into him. âyou okay?â his voice comes out breathy, but thereâs an edge to it, like heâs fighting to hold back. and before you can even respond, heâs slipping a hand between your legs, fingers ghosting over your clothed heat, and you swear you hear him let out this needy ass moan, âfuck, youâre already so wet.â
you nod, holding back a whimper, pushing back into him for more. but he doesnât rush it. his fingers slip under the fabric, pressing right where you need him, just enough to make you moan, and he chucklesâthis soft, wicked sound that makes your skin burn.
âsuch a good girl for me, hm?â he mutters, his breath hot against your ear now as his fingers start rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit. heâs not just pressing down; heâs moving in these subtle little zig-zags, shaking his fingers side to side, making your legs shake from how fast they are. itâs like he knows exactly how to drive you wild, how to get you off, without giving you too much too soon.
you whimper, your back arching even more as his other hand slides up your back, then gently wraps around your throat. and itâs not hard, not really, but just the feel of his fingers there makes your mind go blank, and you moan, âjoshua, please.â
âplease, what?â he whispers against your ear, and his voice is so soft, so sweet, but his fingers on your clit are ruthless, moving faster now, leaving you sensitive enough so you can feel every inch of him after. âyou gotta tell me what you want sweetheart.â
you let out a desperate moan, pushing back against him, âi need you to fuck me, joshua.â
you can feel him tense up behind you, and he curses under his breath, hands moving quickly now, yanking your panties down. his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back as he fumbles with his belt, and youâre so on edge. the second you hear the metal clink of his belt hitting the floor, youâre already bracing yourself, because you can feel itâthe way heâs lined up behind you, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance, teasing you, driving you insane.
he pushes in slow at first, but you can feel how fucking hard he is, stretching you open inch by inch, and itâs so much, so thick that you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out. and joshuaâs not saying anything, but his breathingâs ragged, and he lets out this low, drawn-out moan, like heâs trying to hold it in but canât help himself.
âf-fuck,â he groans, his hips pushing in deeper until heâs fully inside you. he pauses there for a second, like heâs savoring the way you feel wrapped around him, and you hear this desperate little âahh!â leave his lips, his head falling forward onto your shoulder.
and you? youâre clenching around him, your body so fucking desperate for more. you try to move, but his grip tightens on your hips, holding you still. ânoâ fuck, noâ he mutters. âlemme just⌠ngh.. fuck, you feel so good.â
then he starts moving, almost like heâs teasing you, his hips rolling into you in these deep, measured thrusts. but itâs not enoughâyou need more, and you try to push back against him, but heâs got you locked in place, his hand still around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure that has you gasping.
âjoshua, please, more. i n-eed more!â you beg, words sounding more like a whimper.
his grip on your throat tightens just a little, his fingers flexing as he starts thrusting harder, rougher, his cock slamming into you with this wet, filthy sound that has you both moaning. his hips snap into yours, relentless now, and heâs fucking you like he wants to be engraved on your mind.the polite, careful joshua you thought you knew is missing, replaced by someone whoâs desperate to ruin you.
he leans forward, his lips right against your ear as he groans, âyou like this, huh? you like how i fuck you? hm? can you feel how your pussy 's swallowing my cock?â
and you canât even speak at this point, just a mess of moans and gasps, your hands gripping the counter so hard that your knuckles hurt. all you can do is nod, your body trembling with every hard thrust, your clit throbbing as his hips grind into you.
then his hand leaves your throat and slides down between your legs again, fingers finding your clit, rubbing those same zigzagging from earlier, but this time faster. your legs nearly buckle, a scream leaving your throat and you're sure he's going to have a problem with his dorm neighbours later, and heâs moaning in your ear now, his breath hot against your skin, âyouâre so fucking tight, iâm not gonna last long.â
youâre shaking, so fucking close, and you can feel him getting sloppier, his thrusts losing rhythm. his fingers press harder against your clit, now moving in these frantic little circles that make your body explode with pleasure.
âcum for me,â he groans, his voice all breathy and wrecked. âcâmon, baby, i wanna feel you cum around my cock. wet me all over, come onâŚâ
your orgasm hits you before you can even take another breath, your whole body contorting as you cry out, legs tremulous beneath you. you clench around him so tight, and joshua lets out this filthy moanââoh fuckââhis hips slamming into you one last time before heâs spilling inside you, groaning loud as he rides out his orgasm.
heâs the first to move, pulling out slowly, nearly timidly, and you hear him mutter something under his breathâprobably apologizing, because of course he is. you push yourself up from the counter, your legs still shaking, and turn to face him. his cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, and thereâs this sheepish, almost embarrassed look on his face, like he canât believe what just happened.
he smiles, a little shy but still clearly proud of himself. and then, just like that, heâs back to being the joshua you knowâsweet, considerate, politeâoffering you a towel and asking if youâre thirsty again, like he didnât just fuck you into oblivion against the counter.
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ghoap x reader / 18+ mdni / dark themes / prev here / masterlist
Six thirty in the morning might be your favorite time of day.Â
Itâs the before.
Before anyone else comes in, before the morning rush, before the chime of the front doorâs bell, before the shop is filled with lines of people, before it all upends you.
At six thirty in the morning, you sit in the back, perched on the prep table, with a fresh cup of coffee. You leave the side door open, screen separating you from the world, fresh air mixing with the smell of strawberry basil scones, cinnamon coffee cake and mini kolaches, fruited with whatever jam youâve managed to throw together. Steam rises, semolina spills, the sun dawns, and the world wakes⌠all well after youâve had your breakfast.
This corner of the city is busy, and the shop always hums like a well-oiled machine in the dregs of a rush, the front counter team churning out specialty coffees and teas effortlessly. Itâs cyclical, similar faces every day, morning commuters rushing in and out, locals settling in a nook with their laptops and lattes, people swinging in for a quick bite. You hide in the back, usually, elbow deep in sudsy warm water with your mountain of dishes, answering the occasional shout of 'do we have more of-' and 'just sold the last-'
This morning in particular, cranberry orange scones, pumpkin muffins and mini quiches are the only things left cooling on the speed racks, waiting patiently for their turn to be placed in the display case, an endless cycle of replenishment lasting until the rush dies down, morning fading into afternoon, triple shot monstrosities turning into decaf coffees.Â
Itâs laborious, this routine. Five, six, sometimes seven days a week, going to bed with the sun, rising before it. Your wrists ache from rolling dough, cutting dough, scraping dough. Your back weeps when you lift the bowl from the mixer stand every morning, and your joints fare no better. You need new boots, and new insoles for your new boots, and probably a new standing mat, though you know your boss will never go for it.Â
Youâre tired.
The exhaustion settles into your bones easily today, wearing you down until youâre allowing your eyes to close, wilting atop the butcherâs block-Â
The shop phone rings.Â
You heave yourself down and swing through the double doors to the front, scrambling for the classic corded receiver, nearly fumbling it in your hands.Â
âHello?â Shit. You always forget to answer with the shopâs name. Youâre not exactly the customer facing part of the operation. âGalaxyâs.â You correct and⌠wait.Â
Thereâs no response.Â
You think you can hear someone breathing, something rustling, but itâs too faint and difficult to make out.Â
ââLo?â You try again, but still, thereâs silence. Itâs an unending moment, you on one end⌠who knows what on the other, and you hold your breath, straining to hear, to listen.Â
The line clicks dead in the next second.Â
Odd.Â
The shop girl is chewing gum.Â
Youâve told her a million times not to chew gum when sheâs working the counter, but clearly, sheâs never heard of norovirus, and youâre not the boss, or the owner, so being the broken record only gets you so far.Â
âThereâs someone out front to see you.â She snaps it between her front teeth, and your molars grind together like stone.Â
âWho?â You toss a clean towel on the stainless steel table in the middle of the kitchen with a frown. You donât really get visitors here, most of your friends are in the same industry, and either work the line too late to be up in time to even get coffee somewhere, or are already at work, buried beneath a bain-marie and the never-ending sound of a ticket printer.Â
Thereâs dried, caulked dough caked to your fingers, shoved up underneath your nails, and you brush them self-consciously against the ratty old apron stretched across your waist.Â
The surprise lingers on your tongue, and then explodes when you spot the massive dusky blonde from the other day, the one who was with the guy who split the coffee all over your favorite dress. Heâs too tall, and too broad, and too imposing, everything in your sense of self-preservation screaming at you to run when he notices you approaching, gleam of a predator sparkling in his eyes. Â
Still, somewhere, tucked away, it thrills you, the idea of them, the balancing act, two halves of a whole. Heâs etched from stone, strong and steady, while his partner is saporous, vibrant, and riotous, crystal blue eyes sparkling in the mid-day sun.Â
You wonder what they're like. What they talk about. What they do.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Your skin prickles once you fall into his orbit, immobilized by the molten toffee pooling around his irises. You float for a second, tracing his knifeâs edged jaw, the fullness of his lips, imperfect pieces puzzled together to make a masterpiece, and then crash back to earth quickly, realizing youâre standing in front of him⌠staring.Â
âUh. Hi.â What is he doing here? How did he know where to find you?
âSorry to barge in on you at work.â He starts immediately, wallet appearing from his back pocket like a magic trick. âWanted to make sure we settled up.â Thick fingers hold a folded nest of notes, and you stare down at them, slowly processing what he means.
Cash?Â
âOh, I⌠I have⌠venmo. Or we could use apple pay, you didnât have to come all the-âÂ
âDonât have venmo.â His mouth tilts, and you go with it, head listing to the side like a wayward buoy. âThis is easier.â He pushes it into your hand, peeling your fingers back to enclose the money in your palm, heat sparking up your spine.Â
âHow did you know where I worked?â You blurt, unable to keep it at bay any longer. The question singes, settles uncomfortably in the sparks between you.Â
âSaw you in the back yesterday, when we were in for a cuppa.â Oh. Suspicion sheds, snakeskin left behind on a cold, dusty trail, suspension of disbelief settling in the back of your mind. Sure. After all, this is where you ran into them last week, on your day off. They do come here.Â
âWell. Thanks.âÂ
âItâs our pleasure. Hope the stain came out okay.âÂ
âOh, yeah. Itâs⌠still at the cleaners.â This is absolutely false, but he doesnât need to know that. The spare bills will probably go towards your energy bill, and the ruined dress will go in the trash.Â
It is what it is.Â
âCouldnât help but notice when I was cominâ through the parking lot that the back door is open.â His voice swoops low, dropping into a rumble, and you blink, lips parting.Â
âOh, um y-yeah. I like the breeze.â He shakes his head, a simple rejection, leaving you spinning.Â
âCityâs not the safest right now, yeah?â Oh, yeah. Of course, you knew. Rival factions of organized crime were leaving a red sea of bodies in their wake all over town, a new murder popping up in the headlines nearly every week.Â
But you were safe. You were fine. Galaxyâs had never been stained with the bloody touch of any of them, and you took it as fact. Permanence.Â
You agree reluctantly, watching the storm clouds roil on across his expression before evaporating. You shrug, hands clutched in your apron, doubt and skepticism clear on your face.
His expression shutters. His eyes turn cold. Â Â
His thumb and forefinger dart through the air, latching onto your chin.Â
You freeze. You should tug away, jerk backwards, yell and scream and hiss, but all you can do is stand there, caught in a trap and trembling as he leans forward to murmur in your ear.Â
âLock the door, little doe.âÂ
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Domestic Headcanons W/ Toji, Megumi, Tsumiki, and Mama!Reader
TW/Warnings: Profanity, Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Pregnancy, Mention of Sperm but not sexual, unhinged crack, too long(LMK if anything else needs to be tagged)
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
Pronouns: She/Her (Usage of Mama, Wife, Mom, Mother)
Word Count: 10k words
This headcanon is paired with this one right here. This can be stand alone for general/modern au. But this one mostly revolves around my Toji Lives AU.
Also, I'll be posting either my Toji/Megumi/Reader mini series or Suguru/Satoru/Reader series this week. Here's the form if you wanted to be tagged in my works. Please let me know if something's up with it.
[!!Edited and Proofread! 3/27/2024 11:48 pm CST!!]
The married life with Toji isnât any different from prior to marriage. You two live in a fairly spacious apartment for Tokyo Standards and well furnished on top of that.Â
The basic routine of you and Toji as followed: Toji wakes up and gets ready in 10 minutes, gets the coffee going or anything you drink/eat for breakfast, you wake and get ready for work, you and Toji eat breakfast together for a bit, Toji gives you your work bag and lunch, gives you a kiss and sends you out the door on time, cleans the dishes and table once you leave, looks to see if thereâs anything youâre low on or out of and makes a list for it, Toji does some house chores before leaving to go run errands, goes to run said errands and buy some groceries, comes home starts meal prepping, you come home as soon as heâs finished cooking, both of you eat together, then chilling on the couch together after cleaning up, Toji forces you to go to bed, does your nightly care routine with you while brushing your teeth, then pulls you into bed where both of you are knocked out instantly.
House Husband Toji and Working Wife (Y/N) dynamic, I donât make the damn rules. Well it makes sense as you have a sustainable and consistent job that pays comfortably for minimal work. Honestly, Toji doesnât mind it at all but you both established your roles in the relationship but help out whenever possible. In fact, he loves being a stay-at-home husband. He gets to do his hobbies and chores without distraction, having a piece of mind, cooking food with you, etc. Highkey loves being domesticated.
While yes, he does get an occasional high paying job/bounty from Shui, they happen a couple times a month. But even then itâs few and far in between. You donât mind working, your job pays you enough to not take any overtime and you never work the weekends. Plus you get a raise and bonus once in a while so youâre not scrambling to find a second job. Also, itâs worth it since Toji takes care of your shared apartment and you.Â
Both of you are financially stable to the point of comfort. Like only paying utilities because you and Toji own the apartment. Not having to worry about buying food or paying on time. Not taking up extra hours or shifts to just live. Itâs a comfortable and stress-free environment you and Toji have created for yourselves.
Doesnât understand the fuss about men not being stay at home material and itâs a womanâs job. He just thinks those guys canât take care of themselves and will force someone to baby them under the guise of tRadItIonAlIsm or some bullshit. He understands if both have their jobs and work to split the house chores. Itâs not a luxury everyone has and he knows heâs in the small percentage of people who get to stay home while their spouse works. If it works in the relationship, it works, Toji says. It might not work for some people but you working and Toji staying home works for your relationship. If not, it has made it healthy because there arenât severe or frustrating arguments about house chores, errand runs, cooking, maintenance, home management.Â
You do anything in order to help out Toji because thatâs your home too. Therefore, your living space you share and itâs your responsibility to at least take care of it. After work, you text Toji if there is anything you need to pick up or do for him while youâre out. 75% of the time he says thereâs nothing you have to do, but the 25% is Toji asking you to pick up the dry cleaners, some food items he forgot to get while out, check if thereâs a sale going on, or buying detergent and stain remover. Also text with a:
âDoll, can you actually grab a few things from the supermarket? Iâll send the list to you.â
âHon, would you be able to pick up my jacket from the dry cleaners? Thank youâ
When you say yes or of course, heâs hitting you with the:
âThank you, Sweet Girl. I appreciate all you do.â
âStay safe, (Y/N). Call me if anything happens. Love you, Babyâ
Talks about buying a house and having a family happen a lot more frequently since the two of you got married. You always wanted to have a family of your own but wanted to wait for a good man to be a good father because you can choose a husband but your children canât choose their father. But you knew Toji would step up when it happened. Toji didnât think too far into his future but he knows he wants to have a family with you and grow old together. You changed his mind that he was okay with having a family and doing all that it takes to be a loving father and husband. As if he doesnât do that already.Â
That and you two talked about how your genetics would make the most beautiful and good looking babies. Toji would say he wants your kids to have your smile and personality while you told him you want them to have his eyes and nose. This is one of those late night talks you have with him that you absolutely love.Â
You have an ungodly amount of money saved up to pay the house off in full or less than two years. You decided on one where it was a mix of modern and traditional. It was within walking distance of multiple subway and train stations while not being near the busy parts of the city. Itâs in a more quiet suburb with good schools and nature. Itâs a big home with the exterior of a traditional home but the interior is a little more modern. The main building is two stories and is the actual house, the building connecting to it is for guests, training/workout room/and a meeting room. The walls that surround the property are tall and sturdy. It looks like a mansion but feels more homey as you two start to make it your own.
So when you tell Toji youâre ready to have a baby, the man goes all in. Trying to watch your cycle and listens to the doctor in increasing his chances of getting you pregnant. Man looks up recipes that increase your fertility rate and balance out your hormones. Thinks about checking his sperm count but you declined saying Toji hasnât done anything to decrease his numbers.
He definitely got good aim because it didnât take long to get pregnant. After like 2-3 months of trying, it happened. You missed your period by a week and you decided to get a pregnancy test. You got the double lines and were excited to show Toji. He went to drop off your jacket to get it fixed and came home to find you sitting at the table with a napkin. You tell him to sit and he complies with a bit of concern. You gesture to the napkin and he picks up to see the positive text in front of him. He asks are you for real and you just nod. He pulls you into his laps and holds you while saying thank you and Iâm going to be a dad.
Becomes protective of you instantly. Having morning sickness? He gets you a towel and some medicine. Sensitive to certain foods or smells? He will change them to your liking. Need him to do something for you? Heâs already a flight of stairs ahead of you. He doesnât want to stress you and the baby out so heâs doing everything.Â
As trimesters progress, the more protective and conscious he comes. Once you start showing, say goodbye to carrying items, doing some household chores, running errands, or fucking walking because this man will NOT let you do them. Is at your beck and call for anything and will become scary if people give you a hard time or look at you funny. Toji told you if your boss gives you a hard time, call him and heâll talk to your boss with no fear or hesitation whatsoever. Once almost killed a man because he accidentally bumped into you. Toji had this look of death in his eyes as he grabbed the guy by the collar and forced him to apologize to you. Make sure the guy actually apologizes too. Walking? Who is she? You are only walking a couple of feet before he says ânahâ and picks you up to carry you. You tell him you can walk but it falls on deaf ears. Then you get concerned about being heavy for Toji. The man has never been more offended in his life. He looks at you, dead in the eyes, and says: âWhat kind of husband am I for not being able to comfortably carry my beautiful and pretty pregnant wife? If I canât carry you, I need you to kill me, (Y/N).â You just get used to him carrying you around.
Always find a seat for you on a bus or the train. Will scare a guy who isnât tired from work to give you the seat. Always hold your hand during the rides.
Talk to your bump every night. Hands on your stomach, face unbearably close to it, kneels on the floor or lies in bed to talk to it as you run your fingers through his hair. Heâll say some things that make you laugh but he mostly say sweet and warm things to your baby as he just wants to love and protect them. Definitely says:
âYou know your mama is the prettiest and most beautiful woman out there? Youâre so lucky to have her because you will be unconditionally loved and cared for. How do I know this? Because your mama loves me too, Kiddo.â
âHey, be nice to mama. Sheâs not having the best time so I need you to go easy on her. Please, little one.â
âHi, this is your old man speaking to you. I donât care whether youâre a boy or girl. I will always love you no matter what. I wanna meet you soon.â
Does the thing where he lifts up your bumps to alleviate some of the weight for a bit and smiles when you relax into him.
When he touches your bump and feels a kick, he is so happy that his head is glued to your bump so he can feel it.Â
Buys your cravings whenever and whatever it is. It could be late at night and youâre asking him to get you your egregious food combo. He doesnât understand your cravings but will not complain to you until itâs a straight up abomination. THEN, he just cooks you anything you want because heâs lowkey scared about your cravings affecting your health.
Daily/Hourly reminders of how beautiful and gorgeous you are. Body worshiping and praising, especially since you are carrying his child. The amount of reassurance and sincerity that comes from his words makes you cry a lot, and itâs not because of your hormones. Heâs so sweet and loving with his words towards you, it makes you fall in love with him all over again.
Goes to every appointment with you and never fucking misses one. Actually, he is the one to remind you about them. Has this soft look in his eyes as he looks at the ultrasound seeing your baby. Asks for at least two copies so he can frame one of them and hang it somewhere in the house.
Doesnât care if itâs a boy or girl, as long itâs half of you thatâs all that matters.
You always tell him your love and appreciation for all that he has done for you and the baby since he has a tendency to push himself a lot more than he has to. A kiss and a hug will do the trick because he goes all soft for you every time. Itâs amusing to you how your huge, seemingly intimidating, husband can become a warm melted putty at the snap of your fingers. But then again, you have him wrapped around your finger completely.
Grows more cautious and protected once you go on maternity leave in your final months of the final trimester. Constantly asking how you are feeling that day or hour, grabs everything within arms reach if there is anything you need or could get you, if you need help with everything in general. Itâs not the point of overbearing or suffocating, it gets a bit annoying but you know Toji means well. You assume heâs concerned and worried for you and the baby because he is afraid you will have complications during the birth. Itâs terrifying to him to know thereâs a slight chance you could die while giving birth to your baby and he couldnât do anything to help you.
So when you DO go into labor, manâs is a bit scared but also prepared with your bag ready in hand. Drives you to the hospital, checks you in, and makes you feel comfortable while giving birth.
Is holding your hand during the whole thing while wiping away the sweat off your forehead and face.
Says encouraging and calming words to keep you focused and at ease. Guides you through deep breaths and keeps you grounded:
âTake a deep breath for me, Honey.â
âYouâre doing so good, Mama. So amazing.â
âIâm here with you, Sweet Girl. Keep squeezing my hand. Trust me, it doesnât hurt. Hold onto me, (Y/N).â
Sheds a few tears when your daughter comes out and starts crying. Kisses your cheek and forehead while praising you for doing a phenomenal job.
Cuts the cord while youâre coming down from your intense birthing process.
Lets you sleep and relax while he cuddles and holds your daughter with his shirt off for skinship.
Once you wake up, he buys you any food you want since youâre not pregnant anymore. Spoon feeds you while saying you did a wonderful job and asking how you feel.
Once you hold your daughter, heâs over the moon. You look so perfect and ethereal the man thanks the gods for blessing him with you as his wife and your daughter, the proof of your love.
Lets you name her since she is a girl and the first-born. You name her Tsumiki because itâs a cute name for a pretty girl. She gets most of her traits from you besides her hair texture. Toji comments that a pretty girl deserves a pretty name because she was birthed by an elegant and demure woman. You chuckle at him and his sappiness but it brings you a certain type of happiness that Toji was expressing this side of himself more comfortably.
Once discharged, gets the car to bring you and your daughter to your new home where sheâll and her sibling(s) grow up.
Lets you have your bonding time with Tsumiki while youâre on your six months maternity leave. He lives to see you hold and carry your daughter around the house.
Takes care of everything in the house and helps you out during your postpartum. Reminds you of your beauty, that he still loves you and your body, how grateful he is for everything youâve done for giving him this life.
Gets the hang of parenting faster than you did. Toji already knows how to burp, change, feed, and bathe your daughter.
Lets you sleep and rest more when Tsumiki cries at night by getting up to calm her down himself. Ends up sleeping in the rocking chair with her on his chest.
Tries to play and entertain her as much as he can. Toji is more of a stuffed animal guy than dolls because theyâre more inclusive and genderless. But he will buy dolls for Tsumiki when she asks for them once she's old enough.
Tears up when she takes her first steps as she tries to walk towards both of you.
Her first words were Papa for sure but then Mama two weeks later.Â
Tsumiki is a fairly calm and happy baby. Moves around but isnât super hyper and energetic. Very smiley and giggly baby that brights up the room sheâs in. Always puts you and Toji in a good mood.
Toji is the type of guy to wait for you to give him the green light for another child. Even though the doctor says youâve made a good recovery, he ainât pouncing on you until you tell him so. Your doctor asked if she needed to write a note that you werenât ready for another baby for some time but you told her youâll be fine because Toji isnât THAT TYPE OF GUY. On top of respecting you and your body, Toji highkey wants to have age gaps with your children. Like at least a year and a half or so they can be close in age and grow up together, but also give time for you and him to adjust to being first-time parents.
It was after Tsumikiâs first birthday that you said you wouldnât mind having another kid. Then Toji and you tried for another kid. Happened fast per usual with minimal effort once again. Tojiâs goo is pretty strong lol.
He was there with you when you took the pregnancy test and it had the fable two lines. Hugs you close and is excited to give Tsumiki another sibling.
Unfortunately, your second pregnancy wasnât as forgiving as your first. In fact, your second child was pretty brutal on you. You were more sensitive to everything and your symptoms multiplied by three. It was a struggle but you managed to pull through but barely.
Hurts Toji a lot because youâre in a lot of discomfort compared to being pregnant with Tsumiki. Steps up tenfold to help out and make things better for you.Â
Tsumiki just plays on the floor in her pen as you watch her while dealing with her younger sibling and Toji's making food in the background.
When you both found out it was a boy after a couple of months, you told Toji he can name the baby this time since you did with your first-born. It threw you off a bit when he said Megumi, a name that means blessing. You talked about names before but this was a new one both of you havenât brought up yet. Perhaps it was a name Toji wanted but forgot to mention
Man, Megumi was a hard pregnancy. He was an energetic one in your womb. Always makes you lose sleep, loss of appetite, or straight up moody. Toji always talked to Megumi, lowkey begging him to be more gentle on you and not be so rough.
Once Megumi was born, you knew thatâs Toji kid because he barely took anything from you. The nose, the eyes, the hair, even his small pout, it was all Toji. Toji was crying once again that your son is born but he takes after his old man. Tsumiki was just happy to see the little baby that is her younger brother.
After Megumi, you and Toji decide that this is ENOUGH children for now. Especially since you have two children under the age of three.
Megumi, however, was an interesting baby. Tsumiki likes being held by both you and Toji, she never picked favorites. Megumi, on the other hand, was attached to you like glue. Technically, all babies are but Megumi never liked being away from you. Megumi was very clingy when it came to you, his mama. You have to hold him or be in his line of sight if youâre not.
Megumi is a certified mamaâs boy. Heâs all sweet to you, with his gummy smile and bright big eyes as he laughs when you hold.
His first and only words were Mama for a while until he said Papa.
Megumi becomes fussy and cranky if youâre not in the room. He wants you there when he wakes up, to feed him, change him, bathe him, everything. If Toji has to do it, it will take double the time because Megumi is all uncooperative and resistant to his fatherâs attempts to care for him. It helps if youâre in the room or nearby then Megumi will behave but if that's because he knows youâre there.
Baby Megumi glares at Toji over your shoulder when youâre making his and Tsumikiâs food. Toji glares at his son's back. As he gets older and can walk, Megumi always runs towards you. Place himself on the couch, floor, chair, any surface he can sit on so he is seated next to you. One time, Tojiâs head was in your lap as you watched the news in front of you. Megumi was mad because he was supposed to sit next to you. But Toji was faster than him and sat himself where heâs currently positioned. Tsumiki was in front of the couch playing with her stuffed animals on the floor. Megumi decided to grab his doggy plushie and started hitting Tojiâs face with it. Toji yelped while you grabbed Megumi and placed him in your lap. Megumi holds onto you while you and your husband exchange shocked looks.
Megumi purposefully and accidentally cock blocks Toji. Itâs explained more in this headcanon here.
Itâs exhausting to take care of Megumi because he always wants you and never Toji. It kind of sucks because you want Megumi to bond with Toji more as you also donât want to neglect Tsumiki as well.
Both of you take turns caring for your two kids. Itâs so cute to see Megumi bonding with Toji as Megumi smiles a bit more when heâs with his dad. Tsumiki just likes hugging you and so you hold her ever so dearly.
Tsumiki and Megumi never really fight, which you find odd since itâs common for siblings to fight with each other. Thatâs when you keep observing and notice Tsumiki will let Megumi have his way even though she didnât have to. Though you appreciate her being an older sibling, you have to remind her she can say no to Megumi if she doesnât want to. Also reminding her to tell you or Toji if anything happens and not feel scared or ashamed for asking for help.Â
But Tsumiki is such a sweet child, she says she doesnât mind at all when it comes to Megumi. But you brought it up to Toji because you donât want Megumi to become very spoiled nor do you want Tsumiki to feel itâs okay to disregard her needs. Toji understands your concerns and tries to reassure you that he wonât let that happen as they get older.Â
While you were away from work, Megumi snatched Tsumikiâs pillow pet dolphin from her hands and Toji saw all of it. Toji put Megumi in time-out while he comforted Tsumiki. She wasnât crying but he could tell she would have if he didnât step in. Toji refrains from yelling and acting out because you told him thatâll strain his relationship with the kids. Itâs easier and effective but it has long-term effects that negatively affect the parent-child relationship and the child themselves, something you knew all too well. So Toji is patient with Megumi, telling him itâs not nice to take things that arenât his, especially when itâs his older sisterâs stuff. That he should understand that Tsumiki doesnât like it when he does and only lets him have them so he wouldnât get upset. Toji makes Megumi apologize to Tsumiki but Tsumiki already forgave Megumi.Â
Toji being patient with his kids is hard and always tests him as a parent. Then he remembers how you told him having a family with him isnât going to be the easiest thing in the world. But children deserve parents who will love and care for them unconditionally, who will be patient and understanding no matter what, to not make them wish they were someone else in order to please their parents. You didnât want your children to experience what you did growing up and you believe Toji is someone who will help you make that dream come true. So he continues with his gentle/patient parenting method because he knows it will pay off in the end.
Since youâre going to work most of the day, heâs always the one to take care of them. Toji always takes them to the park or outside so they can run around and be kids. Forces them to go with him to run errands so they can get used to it. Megumi hates this while Tsumiki loves it. After some time, they get used to it and ask Toji to take them on the errand runs. Like going to the local butcher for meat then to the supermarket for everything else. Toji makes this a learning experience for the two by teaching them how to pick and order what they want. He teaches them what each ingredient is and explains why he buys it. Because of this, Megumi and Tsumiki know how to do errands by themselves and get things on the way home from school if Toji texts them to get something.Â
Megumi doesnât admit it but he always follows Tsumikiâs lead. Especially when they start going to the same school together. When Tsumiki gets a fever/cold and canât go to school, Megumi is a little nervous because heâs going by himself. So Toji had to comfort Megumi that he will be okay and Tsumiki will be proud of him for being able to go by himself.
Tsumiki is a quiet extrovert but Megumi is a raging introvert. Megumi, due to his aloof nature, doesnât have many friends. You became worried because maybe there was something you werenât noticing with Megumi. So you went to get Megumi checked out and the doctor ruled it out due to his personality and high intelligence. The doctor says itâs common for some children to prefer their own personal space rather than making friends. Though it does encourage you to have Megumi expose himself to kids around his age so heâs not socially distant.
This is where you and Toji butted heads for a bit. You donât want to force Megumi into something that he doesnât want. But Toji wants Megumi to interact with other kids thatâs not Tsumiki so he can make friends. Megumi just doesnât like people who are not his family. Thatâs the conclusion you both draw in the end.
Jungle gym Toji. Ever since they could crawl, Megumi and Tsumiki have been climbing on Toji like a rock wall. They hang off his arms, hold onto neck, climb onto his back, theyâre all over him. Well, Toji is built like a mountain so it feels like theyâre climbing Mt. Fuji. Toji isnât bothered by this at all. In fact, he likes it when his kids are playing with him.
When Toji works out, whether itâs outside in the courtyard or in the workout room, he has the kids nearby playing somewhere. Would definitely ask Megumi and Tsumiki to sit on his back while he does push ups.Â
Hides his old weapons in the shed outside the house, he makes the excuse itâs for gardening tools and snow shovels so the kids arenât curious.
Doesnât do baby/kiddie talk to his kids. Obviously heâs gentle when he speaks to his kids but he also isnât going to dumb things down for them. Heâll speak to them like a regular person but has a soft tenderness for children. Itâs actually pretty sweet to see it.
The type of man to say to his children, âIsnât Mama pretty? She is pretty, right?â Saying positive things about you to Megumi and Tsumiki. Then the two will say those lovely words back. You do this with Toji too. Telling the kids âPapaâs strong, right? Heâs so cool.â âPapa made us this lovely dinner. Isnât Papa amazing, you two?â Shit it so cute, I swear.
Speaking of food, Toji makes their lunches. From preschool to high school, he makes Megumi and Tsumikiâs lunches. Itâs a challenge as they get older because both have different food preferences but he takes up on it. Just like with your lunch, everyone is in awe and jealous of their food. Itâs always something good every time and it always smells good. Yuuji and Nobara ask Megumi if his dad could make them one and the next day Megumi brings two extra bentos for the both of them. Courtesy from Toji himself.
The type of man to make the kids their character bentos and eat the scraps/leftovers. Like the picture where the kid has a cute breakfast while the parent eats the cut out bread and fruit left over.
Family nap time! This is quite common in the Fushiguro household. You come home from work, sometimes earlier than scheduled, to see them laid out on the floor with a blanket underneath them. Sometimes, if the weather is enjoyable, they would nap outside. Toji is holding both kids in his burly arms while Tsumiki and Megumi hold each otherâs hands. Itâs so adorable that you have multiple pictures saved in an album in the house. You would join them as well. A family napping pile.
Speaking of which, you have many albums from over the years as a family. Up until the present day, you have so many pictures of your children and your husband having their little family moments. Some wholesome, some embarrassing, others are cool photos or stolen shots. I donât know if this fits Toji but Iâm projecting here: heâll have photos of your family throughout the years on the walls and tables of your home. But mainly, the ones he loves the most are the portraits of the family. Theyâre five of them. The first one is of you and Toji, the second one is you two with baby Tsumiki, the third is you holding baby Megumi as Tsumiki is standing with Toji, the fourth is the four of you with the kids who are six and seven, then the fifth one is taken from present day where the kids are teenagers while you and Toji havenât aged at all. All of them have you wearing formal wear/Kimonos. He gets these personally commissioned and theyâre 17 inches(43.18 cm) by 14 inches(35.56 cm), which is fairly large.Â
Since you work 6 hours of the day, Toji always takes the kids to and from school. Itâs not a problem for him nor the kids as they know you are working and making mula for them. The problem is, a lot of parents believe heâs a single dad. More so, the moms of the other students. Toji wears his wedding band on his LEFT FINGER thatâs SHINING when the sun hits it and people still couldnât take a hint. As he picks up the kiddos, a lot of moms go up to talk to him to pass time. He knows most of them are trying to flirt with him, very few only genuinely talk to him. Toji doesnât play games when it comes to his status and is very blunt if the woman canât get the message.
âI have a wife.â
âIâm married.â
âThe love of my life and the mother of my children is working right now.â
Bro, some of these moms are jumping hurdles just to get a chance with Toji. Toji would keep on flashing his wedding band and they are fucking delusional to think they still got a shot. Someone thought he was a widower even though you were ALIVE AND WELL. Toji felt his eyes twitch as he scowled at the accusation. Toji legit wanted to push her but canât because heâs a big guy and all. âFuck, I canât put my hands on a woman. Iâll have (Y/N) do it instead.â Toji tells you about this and he is more mad than you are about it, which you donât blame him for. On Friday afternoon, schoolâs out and the parents are picking up the kids. Tsumiki waits for Megumi outside his classroom door as they always walk out together to get picked up by Toji. As they walked out, they were surprised to see you with Toji in your work clothes. They went into a full on sprint in your direction and you crouched down to hug them both. After giving each other a good squeeze, they hugged Toji. The look on the womanâs face when she saw you was priceless. Tsumiki was hugging Toji while Megumi was reaching for you and you took him in your arms. You turn around and feign a friendly smile her way with such an elegant but dominant introduction.Â
âOh hi! Iâm (Y/N). You never saw me here since I work as a (occupation). Toji takes care of the kids when Iâm away working. But I come every now and then when I get off early. Thanks for keeping my husband company! Though, you shouldnât press on a married man when he refuses your advances. I mean, itâs not like his wife and the mother of his children has resources when most of the population doesn't. So, try to refrain yourself from stepping into the deep end, Dear. It was nice knowing you!â
Toji thought that was hot af. Tsumiki was hugging Tojiâs neck because she was tired while Megumi glared at the woman. After that, no woman ever approached Toji after that.
 FAMILY OUTINGS!!! Ugh, you always have one every weekend with your family. The favorites are the zoo and the park. Megumi on Tojiâs shoulders while Tsumiki holds both you and Tojiâs hands, she swings in-between the two of you. You go to all the exhibits your children want to go to. Tsumiki likes the marine enclosures while Megumi prefers more of the forest and savanna ones. You never could forget the way your son slightly bounces on his dadâs shoulders when he sees an elephant. He lets out a gasp of awe while calling out to you, âMama mama, look! Look at the elephant!â âI can see it, Baby. You like elephants, Gumi?â âYeah!â âWhat about you, Tsumiki-dear?â âI think theyâre cool, Mama.â Toji tries to feed the animals but the animals are so scared of him like he is the most dangerous one which is true. This also goes for festivals as well, wandering the stalls and food stands. Toji winning every game you stop by and getting prizes his kids want, if his kids want it heâll get it. The whole day is fun but exhausting once you come home. Toji carries the kids home along with the family bag. The kids are knocked out and easy to tuck in as you and Toji decompress.
As the kids get older and mature, itâs easier to go places like Kyoto. Megumi and Tsumiki are more of exploring and sight-seeing individuals, which makes it easy on you and Toji so you donât have to spend a lot of money to do those extravagant things. They just want to experience the surroundings and life without sticking out too much. They like the trips when you all stay at a Ryokan Onsen, itâs relaxing. Especially for Megumi since heâs away from Gojo, Itadori, and Kugisaki. He loves his teacher and classmates but they can be a handful to deal with. Once they get older, they have school and you and Megumi have missions so these family outings happen less. But if everyoneâs home, you four go out and do whatever depending on the weather. Spring and early summer are good times of the year because the cherry blossoms are in bloom and the weather is pleasant. You usually go out and have a picnic when the trees are blossoming. Itâs simple but sweet to get together so your kids will have some memories they can look back on fondly.
There is this scenario that I canât stop thinking about but itâs Toji coded: After a day of family bonding, Toji is standing in the train while you and your kids are sitting. It was full but not crowded. During one of the stops, Tsumiki ends up giving her seat to a pregnant woman whoâs around her late stages of the 2nd trimester. Toji pets her head as she stands next to him, holding onto his pants as you send a sweet approving smile her way. She sends one back as she grips onto Toji to steady herself. Megumi is in our lap, completely gone into the world of dream as he clutches closer to you. The stop before the one you all get off, Tsumiki helps the pregnant lady up and walk her towards the door. The lovely lady thanks her, gives her a piece of paper to her family bakery which your family become regulars later on, before waving at her and you two. Mouthing âYou have a wonderful daughter.' You and Toji glance at each other and smile. As your stop approaches, Tsumiki asks Toji if she can carry Megumi. He asks why and she replies, âBecause Mamaâs tired and I can carry Megumi for her.â Toji glances down at you and see the droopiness as they flutter to keep themselves open. He crouches down, pets Tsumiki on the head, saying she is a kind and sweet kid but he will take care of it. He asks her to give him your bag while he exchanges it for his jacket. Tsumiki places his jacket around you and Toji tells her to get into your lap. She does and you wrap your free arm around her. The next thing she knows, heâs carrying you in both of his arms while you hold your children. Once the train doors open, the incoming passengers are met with a towering man holding his sleeping wife and kids in his arms. They part to make way for him and he WALKS the whole way home. His arms never tired or aching. Tsumiki smiles up at him and comments how cool and strong he is, âYouâre always strong and cool, Papa.â He just chuckles in his whole deep, simp-worthy, DILF voice before crouching down to let her stand since she grabbed the house keys. She unlocks the door and holds it open for him. They take off their shoes as Toji places you and Megumi on the couch while Tsumiki gets her Sanrio blanket to place it over you and her brother. You wake up an hour later to Toji cooking dinner as Tsumiki uses her color pencils on her coloring book. You wake up Megumi and have dinner together as a family.
Has no problem carrying you and his children in his arms. Like he can carry a 8 year old Tsumiki and a 7 year old Megumi like itâs nothing. He can carry you, Tsumiki and Megumi around without getting tired. You do the trend where Toji is holding you, Megumi and Tsumiki as kids then you retake the same picture but when the two are in their late teens. The point of those pictures were meant to show Toji is still strong; if not, stronger after becoming a father. If the kids fall asleep on the couch while watching a movie, heâs carrying them to their beds. They did their homework late at night on the kitchen table and are too tired to go to their rooms, he will take them to their beds no problem. You fell asleep on the couch because you came home extremely late from work or a mission. Toji is getting you to bed with him using his oversized shirt as your PJs. When Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara are out cold from their sleepover, Toji covers them with a huge blanket and gives them each a pillow.
I discuss this a little bit in this but Iâll expand upon it here. Megumi and Tsumiki are way less traumatized. Megumi has sass and is aloof but thatâs his personality. The reality is, Megumi isnât as withdrawn or quick to make assumptions about people. He seems reserved but his walls arenât thick or tall. Heâs not going to summon Mahoraga in every death situation but just sometimes uses it as a last resort because he hasn't pushed himself to his limits. Itâs more of the lack of knowledge behind his technique since you and Toji can only know so much. Plus you and Toji, specifically Toji, arenât letting the Zenâin clan be near your children. Tsumiki also isnât inclined to act more mature and take on adult responsibilities. She is allowed to be a kid and have a childhood, same goes with Megumi. Plus, the two are raised in a loving household. Is it a traditional one? Nope, not in the slightest. Their mom works while their dad stays at home. But it's a functional, healthy, content family. You and Toji have tried to set good examples for your children on love, relationships, and the process of communicating. There are some pitfalls every now and then. Yet Megumi and Tsumiki have seen honesty, patiences, and openness when you and Toji talk things out.Â
Plus they know the rule you and Toji have: never fight in front of the kids. Matters between you and your husbands are between you two only. You never wanted to drag your children into the argument themselves. Obviously, when they are younger, you have to explain to them that you and Toji werenât on the same page and are mad at each other. As they get older, you explain what the argument/conversation was about transparently. Megumi and Tsumiki also notice how after you and Toji clear up things the both of you never made snide remarks about each other in the slightest. This helps the kids out a lot because they never felt like walking on eggshells. Thatâs why Tsumiki and Megumi never really worried about you and Toji splitting over bad blood. They know you and Toji arenât going to stay stubborn for long and make up no matter the circumstances. But there was an argument that both of them never can forget. They didnât witness it themselves but they knew it was the worst argument you both had, and this happened when Tsumiki and Megumi were TEENAGERS. It lasted for a WHOLE DAY, the longest you two have been in the waters of the aftermath. The two of them wanted to say something but they knew better when you and Toji told them to not involve your affairs. It was worrying them to the point Megumi asked Tsumiki if this would create a rift. However, being the older sister she is, says the both of you will work through it. And she was right when the two of them came home to see you and Toji on the engawa wrapped up in each otherâs arms with a blanket over you both.
Tsumiki loves the flowers and plants in your garden beyond the courtyard. When you take her outside and show her the pretty flowers and plants, she has this sparkle in her eyes as you touch and hold the flowers up to her. As she gets older, she spends most of her time in the garden as you are sitting under the tree with your blanket keeping the dirt away from you. When you mentioned to Toji the garden would look better if there were more plant diversity, the man is handing you a list of your favorite plants and flowers you want. The next few days to weeks, the plants you wanted are already in your garden and blending in well with your home. He is also doing this legally, and doesn't want to be a bio-terrorist by accident.
Toji does this with Tsumiki too. She had this book about flowers from her schoolâs library and told him that those flowers were pretty and nice. She kept drawing them, saying they would look good in the garden. The next week, there was a bush of them in her favorite spot. Your garden becomes the Garden of Eden with the amount of plant life you and Tsumiki bring in. You do basic gardening but Tsumiki and Toji have the green thumbs in the family. Theyâre the ones doing maintenance on the garden. Mostly Toji since Tsumiki goes to school and isnât always home.Â
Toji does all the planting, replotting, mulching, everything a garden needs. The type to cut the hedges into a perfect shape because it fills his ego and makes him productive. Like one time, Megumi brings over Yuuji and Nobara to hangout and they see Toji cutting the hedges into a cool dragon. Toji wipes the sweat off his forehead to see the fruits of his labor, smirking to himself saying, âIâm so fucking good at this. Iâm literally the best.â
Megumi lets his Shikigami out into the garden because they like to hang out outside. The only ones allowed in the house are his divine dogs because Toji doesn't want to see a huge owl or elephant in the living room.
Come to think of it, you and Tsumiki are the main ones who decide what goes in and out of the house. The flowers and the garden were just an example. Furniture, appliances, the color of the blinds and curtains, the interior and exterior, hell everything at this point. If you and Tsumiki made a comment about the appearance of something and it started with the words if, what, wonder, heâs already pulling the catalog for ideas. Itâs mostly curiosity but if both you and Tsumiki bring it up, heâs changing it to your liking. Megumi never understands this because heâs the âit is what it isâ or âIâm fine with it.â Megumi would be visiting home from school and sees Toji rearranging some of the furniture or building something from scratch in the backyard and he doesnât question it.
Speaking of which, besides the appliances/photos/silverware/complicated items, almost everything in the house is made by him or customized by him. Tsumiki and Megumiâs rooms? Toji made them into their liking. The main bedroom? All Tojiâs work. Not one spot in this house hasnât been adjusted or changed by Toji. Thatâs why you credited your house to being the perfect home, all because of Toji. You always remind him that his work is much appreciated around this house. Heâll just smirk but you can see the way his ears fade into a pink rose color. He loves it when you say stuff like that to him. IF the kids say it to him, his grin is stuck on his face for a whole 24 hours.
THE HANGOUT HOUSE! You know how thereâs always that one friend where almost every hangout occurs at their home? Thatâs Megumi, itâs literally him. Technically since Yuuji permanently lives in the dorms and Kugisaki used to live in the countryside, Megumi is the only person in the trio to have an official home. They pass by it a lot when they go exploring or hanging out. Megumi never said anything but the two notice how he stares at it for some time. Then some shenanigans happen and they had to take cover in Megumiâs home. Mind you, Yuuji and Nobara were looking at Megumi like he committed a war crime when he b-lined to the house. And they know itâs a nice house. They were yelling at Megumi saying they were trespassing and theyâll be in some deep shit if they get caught. But Megumi yells at them to trust him as he opens one of the doors. Then Yuuji and Nobara start begging him to not get them killed because they finally see that the home is a literal MANSION. They think theyâre cooked by whomever lives here. But from Megumiâs reaction, theyâre wondering if Megumi knows the person that lives here. Then when they go inside the actual home, they slide off their shoes and walk to whatâs the common area of the house(kitchen/living room). Then Yuuji notices one of the photos and sees kid Megumi and three other people. Nobara shoves herself to see it and they both turn around to Megumi grabbing a pitcher of some sort of drink out of the fridge. âYOU LIVE HERE, FUSHIGURO!?!?â âOi, not so loud! My sister isnât home yet but my parents are so quiet.â They donât meet Toji here but later on because he was doing something with Shui. But you pop in and the students instantly recognize you. You force Megumi to show them around the house and they are in absolute awe. The moment they see his cool ass room, this house is their default hangout spot.
Sleepovers happen often, Megumi doesnât want them to but you insist since he could just use one of the bigger guest bedrooms or his own room if he wanted. They stay up watching movies, shows, or watching youtube videos or documentaries just because. They do the laughing challenge to see if Megumi actually laughs. He does but fewer far in between.Â
Toji embarrasses the hell out of Megumi. You donât purposefully but by accident. Yuuji and Nobara would see Toji going into the kitchen to get a glass of water, see the color drain from Megumiâs face, then ask Toji about anything relating to Megumi. Then Toji spills the TEA on Megumi, itâs so funny. If Megumi wonât spill then his dad definitely would. Megumiâs face becomes like a tomato when anything about him comes out of his dadâs mouth.
Your house is stocked up on everything. Thereâs nothing in this house you wouldnât have. Nobara needed some period products and you literally gave her a basket full of them. If she needs something else, you run to the store to get it for her. Yuuji forgot his toothpaste? You gave him a new tube and another one for his dorm. You tell them to ask you or Toji for anything if they need it. Nobara and Yuuji ask you to adopt them.
After a certain point, they just come over and ask for you instead of Megumi. He gets so annoyed and mad at them for it.
But you always insist on sleepover because Megumi finally has friends that he can call his own. It makes you happy he surrounds himself with good people and Toji agrees.
They know Megumi is balling in money which he always denies. But Yuuji brings up that Megumi has a Gameboy, Gameboy color, a DS lite, 3DS XL, a Switch OLED in his room. Theyâre all blue with every PokĂŠmon game to have ever been released. Heâs not beating the rich allegations.
Megumi is so irritated with Toji, itâs absolutely hilarious. I said it before and Iâll say it again: once Megumi is high school age, heâs an angsty teenager. Dude just gets so annoyed at his dad for existing, he only imagines itâs just you, him, and Tsumiki only. Toji asks him to do something, will do it but will grumble under his breath about it. But if you or Tsumiki ask him to do something, he has no attitude. Megumi is more softer with his sister and you but his dad? Nah, if he inherits everything from his dad, heâll use them to his disposal against his Pops. He and Toji butt heads a lot but itâs never serious. Tsumiki sometimes wants to stop it but you tell her itâs a father son bonding thing.
Megumi inherited Tojiâs grumpiness. Actually Megumi inherited a lot of things from Toji but he doesnât want to admit it. Physically, Megumi is a mini version of Toji. Personality-wise, fairly similar. Itâs just his hair curls up a bit but you believe itâs a recessive gene from a distant relative that decided to come out in a rare time.
Never tell Megumi he looks and acts like his dad. It will temporarily ruin his mood for like an hour or so. He legit got so mad. Put a side by side picture of the two and show it to him and heâll walk away. If heâs compared to his mom? The saintess who does no wrong? Hell yeah heâll take up the compliment. But his old man? He has his own personal beef with that. Itâs when you or Tsumiki tell him heâs like Toji because youâre his family and know his antics better than anyone. But if it was someone like Gojo-sensei? Heâs throwing a roast back. âMan, Megumi-kun. Youâre just like old man Toji, grumpy and full of attitude.â âAnd thatâs the same old man who was able to beat you and lived. I donât wanna hear anything from you, Gojo-sensei.â Gojo cried to you about why your son was so mean to him while Suguru was absolutely done with him.
Tsumiki took a picture of Megumi when his hair was still damp from a shower, he looked so much like Toji. She showed you the picture and you asked her to send it to you. She shows Toji and Toji smirks to himself, knowing heâll dangle that over Megumiâs head for as long as he lives. Toji gets his and Megumiâs side by side comparison framed in the house lol.
Sometimes Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko babysit younger Megumi and Tsumiki when you and Toji are busy. Tsumiki loves them, tolerating Satoru at best. But Megumi is irked by Satoruâs presence and only hangs out with Shoko and Suguru. Hates Gojoâs constant teasing but from pure annoyance. He and Tsumiki grow up with them and thatâs why both of them know the three long before anyone else did.
Megumi gets irritated during Middle and High School because his parents are HOT. He remembers when his classmates from middle school would ask whoâs the woman waving at him/man that grins his directions. Megumi grimaces and says âThatâs my mom/dad.â Then his peers would start gushing about how gorgeous and demure you are/handsome and attractive Toji is. He wants them to shut up about it. If itâs only one of you, some of his peers would say, âCan your mom/dad fight?â Megumi wanted to punch them so badly, but refrains himself because he doesnât want to waste his punches on a rando. It doesnât help when he goes to the same school as Tsumiki, itâs the same THING. He knows people gush about him but he could care less. It just irritates him to no end when others do it on his family members. So when both you and Toji show up to school to take Megumi and Tsumiki out, everyone is just looking at Megumi and his attractive family. They can see where he got his genes from. His gene pool was created by divinity itself. His momâs attractive, his dadâs attractive, his sisterâs attractive, then they look at Megumi and see that heâs attractive. It gets worse with Yuuji and Nobara. They make remarks about it every time, how show stopping your looks are, his dad had people of all sexualities swooning, and his sister made people have hearts in their eyes.Â
Nobara: âThatâs not fair! Fushiguro gets his amazing looks and genes from the two most heavenly beautiful people in the world and heâs not using them! God has favorites for sure.â
Yuuji: âBut Fushiguro-kun is using his good-looks though, Kugisaki! Heâs just the more silent, mysterious, aloof type of guy that every secretly wants, you'know?â
Megumi: âCan you two just shut it right now!? Stop talking about my parents or appearance! Focus on the damn mission!â
Family dinners are silent but content. Everyone always eats together whenever possible since Tojiâs done cooking dinner at 6:30pm. Thereâs some talking here and there but everyone is more focused on enjoying the meal Toji cooks for them. The kids clean up after themselves and usually fill the sink with hot water to place their dirty dishes inside. They prefer to eat their dadâs cooking any day. Yuuji and Nobara come over to have dinner every now and then. Thatâs when itâs more lively since theyâre always gushing about Tojiâs food.
Your children are so protective of you because of their father. Toji tells them there are some people out there that wonât respect you and tells Megumi and Tsumiki itâs their job to tell him if anyone bothered them or you. They mostly tell him about the amount of men who try to hit on you even though you said youâre already married to Toji, flashing your wedding ring, when you pick up Megumi and Tsumiki from school. Toji shows up with you, sizing up every male in the vicinity while puffing his chest. You roll your eyes but silently admit it was hot. It doesnât change when they get older, they just hide it better. You could be in the grocery store in the produce section and some guy is hitting on you. You donât have your wedding ring on because your fingers were sore and it hurt to wear jewelry on your hand. But you wore it on in a necklace. The guy wasnât taking no for an answer until he saw two people behind you, staring down this man. Itâs your son and husband. Then your daughter pops up and steals you away to look at a sale of some fruits she wanted. Leaving the poor man in the wrath of Megumi and Toji. They only put their hands on someone if they harass you or down right disrespect in any form. Mostly theyâll give a talk to the individual thatâs not so courtesy of you. The best thing about this whole thing? The teens and Toji saw it all happen and made it into a whole operation. Tsumiki was in on it too, bruh. The men collectively agree to stare down any person that looked at you funny. Tsumiki isnât so serious but sheâs more subtle with her warnings and hints. You remembered when Toji was talking to Megumi about dealing with these situations. âMegumi, when you bring your dogs out, I need you to have them bite the guy in the balls if they try something with your mother or snatch their bag if theyâre a woman.â âTOJI!â âI was thinking about the same thing, Dad.â âMEGUMI (L/N) FUSHIGURO! PLEASE! I canât with you two!â
Those family talks. Like when Megumi opens up to you or Toji about something, it could be anything but itâs mostly personal things. You know itâs serious when itâs just him sitting at the kitchen table while you and Toji are doing something in the kitchen. Hitting you with the âCan I ask you two something?â Then you and Toji give Megumi your undivided attention to let him know youâre listening and paying attention. These happen with Tsumiki too but sheâs already an open book and isnât as reserved as Megumi. You both give your commentary and advice when asked, sometimes you let Megumi rant or let out his bottled up feelings. Surprisingly, unsurprisingly, Toji gives out insightful advice that Megumi takes into account every time his dad speaks. This is also how you become closer to your son and daughter, even your own husband.
They are allowed to swear in the house but Tojiâs rule is âYou can swear but it canât be towards someone.â But the kids didnât swear until they were in junior high.
The house doesnât have much talking but itâs not the uncomfortable kind. Itâs the kind where everyone is enjoying each otherâs presence with no need for talking. Itâs functional in your household, so it works with your family.
Donât remind Toji that Megumi and Tsumiki will eventually move out and have their own lives because Toji will get all soft and emotional about it.
Toji and you are living the dream life. A nice house and property. A loving family with two wonderful children to ever bless you and your husband. And a healthy life where your family is close. Toji never thought he couldâve had this life but he now he does. This is the greatest middle finger and âfuck youâ to the Zen'in clan.
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so i finally did it, y'allâi commissioned the wonderful @zestivivi to draw my first-ever °Ë⧠self-ship art °Ëâ§
and i couldn't help it upon seeing the draft; i had to write a drabble to give it a bit of a backstory and to really just treat myself, so here it is!
(the pic is under the cut, if you're not in the mood to read and just wanna take a peek at it!)
CALL ME YOUR FAVORITE, CALL ME THE WORST (k. bakugou x reader)
ââand so i told eijirou he could go to hell if he asked me to cover for him tonight,â bakugou finishes, just as you twist your key one last time, effectively unlocking the door.
you toss him a chastising look as you push it open, trying to ignore the hammering in your chest as you do so. âdonât talk to your best friend like that, katsuki.â
at that, he scoffs, trailing behind you and entering through the doorway. âcorrection, youâre my best friend. and heâs used to it.â
despite yourself, a smile manages to creep into your face, which bakugou unfortunately catches sight of. the man only smirks to himself before gesturing to his trainers, âwhere do i put these?â
âbeside my birks, please,â you sing-song, although your voice comes out a bit wobbly.
fucking nerves.
dropping your bag on the counter, you quickly shuffle through your kitchen and toward your dining area slash living room slash bedroom, scanning the space for any spot youâve missed before bakugou could see them.
youâre just about to conclude that this place is as tidy as it can get when you sense the pro-hero walk up beside you, and you look at him to see his eyes darting across the area in inspection, a pensive expression on his face.
âwhatâre you thinking?â you blurt out before you can stop yourself. you immediately regret it, though, bracing yourself for constructive feedback that you know will sting nonetheless.
itâs not every day you get to show your new place thatâs your very own to anybody, let alone to your famously (notoriously) pedantic boyfriend.
âit's really clean,â he starts, pausing to think for a moment. he eventually turns to face you, that smirk from before now back on his face, âitâs very you. i like it.â
you feel a warmth wash over you, and you donât fight the grin thatâs invading your features. âaww, thanks, babe!â
he waves you off with a hand, resuming his thorough survey of your unit. ââs nice how you displayed your books here, and that your guitar is easy to reach for. and your decorations are just aboââ
you glance back at the man from where you were hurriedly pouring him a cold glass of water, âjust about what, kats?â
to that, bakugou doesnât say anything. he seems frozen, eyes fixed on what you think is your entertainment area.
you pad toward the spot beside him, and you follow his line of vision.
directly right to your dynamight figurines.
almost instantly, your stomach drops as if you just got hit by a metaphorical tsunami of scalding humiliation. your feet move before your brain can catch up, and in a matter of seconds, you find yourself planted right in front of bakugou, obscuring his view of his mini-meâs.
at least, you tried to. the tall man only continues to effortlessly stare at them through the space above your head.
âso what do you want for dinner?â you manage to croak out, desperate to change the subject and bones threatening to give out in embarrassment.
ââŚis that a funko pop of all might and⌠me?â
the ground can swallow you up just about now, thanks.
for a beat, you debate as to whether or not to joke or lie your way out of this one, but one look at the inexplicable expression on your boyfriendâs face has you ultimately decided against it.
ââŚyes?â
now, in the split second of choosing to tell the truth, you came up with the expectations of him snorting in response, or maybe shooting you a confused look that reads âwhat the fuckâ or something similar, but you certainly didnât predict him to laugh.
as in, drop his head back and howl laugh.
immediately, you feel yourself flame in shame as you watch the pro-hero bend slightly over and clutch his stomach in mirth, what you think are tears now pooling in the corners of his clenched eyes.
you canât help but frown, âquit laughing at me, you jerk!â
that only makes him bark out another loud one, and just when you think heâs about to finish, he wheezes: âand youâve got a nendoroid of me, too!â
thatâs it.
you spin on your heel, turning your back on your jackass of a boyfriend, and youâre about to scoop the figurines into your arms and throw them into the abyss at the back of your closet when you feel something tug at your wrist, pulling you and your entire body back.
and before you can even comprehend whatâs happening, bakugouâs invading your space and leaning toward you, planting his forehead right at the crook of your neck.
âwhaââ
youâre cut off by bakugou snuggling into you, and you can feel him shake in laughter before the chuckles finally escape him and youâre both left in comfortable silence.
you hope heâs not hearing the thunderous ruckus your heart is making right now despite yourself.
a few moments pass with neither of you moving or saying anything before you finally decide to speak up.
âif you think thisâll make up for you laughing so blatantly at me, youâve got another thing coming for you, mister.â
at that, bakugou snorts, retorting without missing a beat. âi wasnât laughing at you, dumbass.â
you roll your eyes, although you donât make any move to push him away. âsure, you werenât.â
âiâm serious. it just caught me off guard.â
âand then you started laughing at me.â
from where heâs slotted right by your neck, bakugou huffs, and you stop yourself from shivering at the feeling of his breath against your skin.
âi was just laughing at how everythingâs turned out, alright?â
instinctively, your eyebrows furrow in question, âwhat do you mean?â
he sighs, the puff of air he lets out tickling your flesh again, âi just think itâs fucking funny how i grew up with a shit ton of all might merch, and now i have my own merch displayed right beside him, in my girlfriendâs new home, no less.â
and, before you can even feign offense at his comment, he beats you to it.
âiâm just fucking happy, okay? just let me have this.â
you donât know what else to say at his sudden confession, and so you only manage a nod, moving your head just enough for him to feel the gesture. slowly, you allow yourself to relax your shoulders and lean toward bakugou, who snuggles even closer to you in return.
âtheyâre quite expensive, you know,â you offer after a few seconds of silence. âand yours are especially hard to come by.â
you can practically hear the grin on his face when he quips, âwhat, am i your favorite hero, or something?â
âno,â you immediately retort, deadpan. âall might is. explains why i only have one figurine of him and a gazillion of you in here.â
at that, bakugou lets out a genuine laugh, and you donât have to look at him to know heâs sporting that boyish grin and disarming eye smile that really nobody else has the honor of witnessing.
nobody except you.
you hesitantly bring your right hand up, unable to resist the urge to gently cradle the back of his head. upon the split second of contact, however, bakugou stiffens, and youâve half a mind to withdraw and pull away when he does so.
but all the apprehension evaporates from your system when almost immediately after, he nestles closer into you.
you feel yourself flush at the motion, failing to stop the smile that takes over your lips.
and, if you didnât know any better, youâd bet your expensive ass dynamight figurines heâs blushing, too.
bonus:
youâre in the middle of feeding yourself a spoonful of chicken curry when you decide you finally have enough. placing the serving firmly on your platter, you shift to face bakugou, whoâs at your right and eating beside you.
more of side-eyeing you than eating in the past thirty minutes since dinner arrived, really.
you pull your lips in a tight line, âspit it out, kats.â
at that, he tosses you a disgusted look, before quickly swallowing the mouthful of cabbage he was just munching on. âwhy the fuck should i do that?â
you roll your eyes, ânot the food, dummy. youâve got something you want to say.â
âi do not.â
you only give him a knowing stare.
bakugou huffs, putting down his own spoon after a pregnant pause, âfine.â
it takes him a moment to finally do so, and when he does you almost choke.
ââŚso who the fuck is akaashi and why do you also have one of him?â
for context, here's my entertainment area LMAO i really took self-indulgence to another level, huh (sorry not sorry) title is from the song call me by shinedown (credits to @creativepromptsforwriting for the idea)
anyway, thank you so much again to @/zestivivi for turning my vision into reality and then some <3 thank you for being so easy to work with and receptive to my requests, particularly to make the character look just like me! 'til the next one, for sure :,)
#pls do not save or repost the artwork nor my pictures; thank you!#DJKJKJJKD i'm literally so obsessed#like!!!! i was quaking in anticipation waiting for the final product fr and they did NOT play it's so pretty#my heart sings every time i see it i'm not even kidding....#AREN'T WE SO CUTE (say yes)#katsuzee#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou drabble#bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n#self ship art
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Grid Kids: y/n pregnency!!
Grid Kids: Bun in the Oven
Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers
Summary: moments with the grid kids during your pregnancy
Series Masterlist
Kicking Up a Storm
âDid the little one just ...â Charlesâ eyes widen as he pulls back his hand abruptly from where it had been resting on your stomach.
Lando, lounging on the other side of the room with a video game controller in hand, smirks, âDid what? Tried to escape? Canât blame it, considering the rest of its siblings."
You swat playfully at Lando as Max and George, engrossed in assembling a nursery chair, look up in anticipation. âCome on, let us feel!â Max pleads, abandoning the chair pieces on the floor.
As everyone gathers around, taking turns to gently place their hands on your baby bump, you feel a flutter, a gentle kick responding to their touch. The room fills with gasps of wonder and joy.
âFeels like a future driver if you ask me,â George grins, looking at Sebastian, who chuckles, already imagining another Vettel on the tracks.
Lance, feeling a tad left out, decides to jump in. âCan it hear us? Hello in there, itâs your brother Lance! Remember to pick me as the fun brother, okay?â
Mick, who has been reading every pregnancy book he could get his hands on, chimes in, âYou do realize the baby canât differentiate voices yet, right?â
Lance waves him off, âDetails, details.â
Cravings Are No Joke
âPickles and chocolate? Seriously?â Max raises an eyebrow, holding up the two seemingly mismatched items as he stands in the middle of a grocery store aisle.
Lance, pushing the cart, shrugs. âDonât question the cravings, just go with it.â
Charles, scrolling through the list on his phone, adds, âOh and donât forget the spicy ramen, blueberry pie, and ... pineapple pizza?â
George groans, âPineapple pizza? Come on! Anything but that. Iâm not even Italian and Iâm still offended.â
Lando, with an impish grin, quips, âRemember when she wanted the mango gelato at 3 am? That was a fun drive.â
Mick chuckles, âOr the time we went to five different bakeries just to find that particular lemon cake she couldnât live without.â
Lance pauses, looking thoughtful, âAnd wasnât there a phase where she only wanted foods that were purple?â
George nods, âYep, aubergines, purple potatoes, grapes ... I still canât look at a plum without laughing.â
As the grid kids continue shopping, picking out items based on the rather diverse list you gave them, they share more anecdotes of the past months. The storeâs other patrons watch in amusement as the young men navigate the aisles, often debating the merits of various brands or flavors, all to ensure they get it just right for you.
Later, back home, your grid kids proudly present their haul. You and Sebastian look on with affection as they lay out the eclectic mix of food.
âDid you guys get everything?â You ask, trying to hide your laughter.
Max feigns offense at being questioned, âOf course, weâre professionals.â
Sebastian leans in to whisper in your ear, âIâm just glad they didnât try cooking this time. Remember the schnitzel incident?â
You giggle, recalling the disastrous attempt. âOf course I do. I was cleaning flour off the cabinets and ceiling for weeks. But hey, itâs the thought that counts.â
Itâs a âŚ
The preparations for your gender reveal are in full swing at the local park and your grid kids are at the heart of it. Theyâve split into two factions: Team Girl, led by Charles and Lance, and Team Boy, spearheaded by Max and Lando.
Charles and Lance have laid out a series of pink challenges, including a three-legged race where participants wear pink tutus. âItâs going to be a girl, no doubt about it!â Lance proclaims confidently.
Max and Lando, on the other hand, have a blue-themed obstacle course, complete with a mini kart race. Lando, wearing a blue bandana, shouts over the ruckus, âI have no idea what youâre talking about because itâs definitely a boy.â
George has taken on the role of referee. Dressed in a striped shirt, whistle in hand, heâs ensuring that the competition remains friendly. âRemember, itâs all in good fun!â he reminds everyone, though his âTeam Girlâ badge suggests where his loyalties lie.
Mick, though undecided, has tie-dye patches of both blue and pink on his shirt. âI just want a healthy sibling for all of us,â he says with a gentle smile, standing back and enjoying the antics.
Sebastian, watching the chaos unfold, leans over and whispers in your ear, âDid we really think letting them plan this was a good idea?â
You laugh, âItâs a bit crazy but look at them. Theyâre having the time of their lives!â
The moment everyoneâs been waiting for finally arrives. At the center of the park, a large, sealed box waits. As you and Sebastian approach, the grid kids form a circle around it, their playful banter coming to a halt.
With a shared look of excitement, you both pull on the ribbon. The box flaps open, releasing a cloud of ... green smoke?
The park erupts in a mixture of laughter and confusion.
Max looks baffled, âGreen?â
Charles chuckles, âGuess neither team wins today!â
Lando, trying to waft away the smoke, jokes, âAlien? Oh my god, youâre having an alien!â
Mick wraps an arm around you, âLike I said, as long as itâs healthy.â
You smile, nestling into Sebastianâs side, âWe thought weâd keep everyone guessing for a little longer.â
False Alarm
âSebastian! The baby! I think itâs happening!â You exclaim, feeling a sudden tightening in your abdomen.
Sebastian, who was in the middle of mediating a lively debate with Max and Charles over who will be the babyâs favorite brother, nearly trips over the rug in his rush to get to you. âOkay, okay, okay. Deep breaths, in and out.â
Lance, eyes wide as saucers, frantically begins googling âhow to deliver a babyâ on his phone while George starts making a list of things needed for the hospital. âTowels! We need towels, right?â
Lando is somewhere on another planet, muttering to himself, âThis isnât happening. I am not ready to see a baby being born. Nope, nope, nope.â
Mick tries to restore some order. âCalm down everyone. Y/N, are you sure itâs really labor?"
Before you can respond, Charles bursts through the door, holding a bucket of ice. âI read somewhere you might need ice. Here!â
You laugh through the discomfort, appreciating the chaos ensuing because of your grid kidsâ concern. "Actually guys, I think itâs just Braxton Hicks. False alarm.â
A collective sigh of relief sweeps the room. Sebastian, still slightly pale, pulls you into a hug, âYou sure know how to keep things exciting.â
Lance looks up from his phone, âWhatâs Braxton Hicks?â
âItâs like a rehearsal for the real thing,â George explains, folding up his hastily made list.
Max, trying to regain his cool, smirks, âWell, if that was a rehearsal, the main event is going to be epic.â
You chuckle, patting your belly, âGuess the little one just wanted to see how quickly you all could jump into action.â
Putting the âStudentâ in âStudent Driversâ
As you and Sebastian sit on the couch, going over your prenatal class schedule, a curious George peeks over. âWhatâs that? Are those the birthing classes?â
You nod, âYep! Weâre starting next week. Itâll help us prepare for the big day.â
Suddenly, Charles pops up beside George, eyes widening in interest. âCan we come?â
âThat sounds cool! Iâve always wondered what those classes are like.â Lando chimes in from where heâs keeping an ear out in the kitchen.
Sebastian looks a bit overwhelmed, âI thought it was just going to be the two of us.â
Lance joins the group, scrolling through a magazine article about celebrity dads attending birthing classes. âLook at this! Itâs a thing now. We could all go and support you both.â
Max adds, âBesides, weâre family. Weâve been there through everything else. Why not this?â
âDo they even allow so many people to join?â Mick ponders.
You canât help but laugh at the eager faces in front of you. âI never thought Iâd have to bring an entourage to a birthing class.â
Sebastian rubs his temples. âOkay, how about this? Weâll ask the instructor if itâs okay. If they allow it, you guys can join on one condition.â
Lando bounces on his toes, âWhatâs that?â
âNo teasing or making jokes during the class. Weâre there to learn and be supportive.â
Charles nudges Max, âThatâs mainly directed at you.â
Max fakes innocence. âMe? I would never!â
You shake your head, âAlright, Iâll call tomorrow and see if our little ... or rather large group can attend.â
Your grid kids cheer, excited about the new adventure. As they scatter, already planning and discussing among themselves, Sebastian leans over to whisper in your ear, âThis baby is already turning our world upside down and theyâre not even here yet.â
You smile and squeeze his hand, âWith this family, every moment is an adventure.â
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The birthing centerâs usual tranquil ambiance is slightly offset by the excited chatter of the grid kids as you all enter. The instructor, a calm and composed woman named Clara, raises an eyebrow at the large group but doesnât comment. After all, itâs not every day that half of the Formula 1 grid walks into her class.
The session starts with everyone introducing themselves. Most couples share sweet stories of their relationship journey. When it's your turn, Sebastian starts, âIâm Sebastian, this is my wife, Y/N,â he pauses, motioning to the group, âand these are ... our sons.â
The room erupts in chuckles. One of the expectant mothers quips, âThatâs a lot of kids! You two have been busy!â
Clara moves on with the class, demonstrating breathing techniques. Everyoneâs earnest attempt to follow along results in a mix of deep breathing, snorts, and a few stifled laughs. At one point, Max, struggling to get the rhythm right, looks over at Lando and mutters, âI feel like Iâm preparing to go underwater.â
When it comes time for practicing labor positions, the grid kids enthusiastically volunteer. George and Charles end up demonstrating a position, with George playing the supporting partner and Charles the laboring mom-to-be. The sight of Charles leaning into George, pretending to be in labor, has the room laughing, especially when Charles exaggerates with dramatic moans.
Lance and Mick take a turn next and when Lance offers words of encouragement to âpregnantâ Mick, saying, âYouâre doing great, sweetie,â you almost fall off your chair laughing.
Towards the end of the class, Clara demonstrates the use of a birthing ball. Lando decides to take a leap onto one only to bounce off, crashing into Max and sending both of them tumbling to the ground. The room is in stitches.
Despite their hilarious antics, your grid kids genuinely try to grasp the concepts, asking thoughtful questions and engaging in the exercises.
As the class wraps up, Clara approaches you with a smile. âI must say, this has been the most ... lively class Iâve ever taught.â
You grin, âThatâs one way to put it.â
She chuckles, âBut itâs clear they all care deeply for you and want to support you both in any way they can.â
Sebastian nods, wrapping an arm around you, âWeâre very lucky to have them.â
For Real This Time
Lando and Charles are in the middle of a heated argument over the best way to make a sandwich (complete with props and charts) when you suddenly feel a warm sensation. Looking down, your eyes widen. âUh, guys?â
âWhat is it?â Sebastian jumps up right away.
You swallow, âI think my water just broke.â
For a moment, thereâs stunned silence. Then ⌠mayhem.
Max yells, âTo the car! Now!â while Lance scrambles to grab the pre-packed hospital bag.
George accidentally knocks over a vase in his attempt to find your phone. âSorry! We can clean that up later, right?â
Mick tries to maintain calm, âEveryone, deep breaths, remember the class?â
Lando, eyes wide, mutters, âThis is nothing like the class.â
Upon arriving at the hospital, the reception area becomes a scene of organized chaos. As Sebastian wheels you in, the grid kids follow in a flustered procession.
A nurse at the reception desk blinks in surprise. âIs there a convention in town?â
Mick, panting slightly, replies, âNo, just family.â
Lando adds, âThe biggest family youâve ever seen.â
Another nurse, recognizing some of the faces, chuckles, âFormula 1 drivers in the maternity ward? Now Iâve seen everything.â
Inside, as the medical team preps you, the grid kids stand outside, pacing and nervously waiting. They take turns peeking through the small window, offering waves and thumbs-up.
Sebastian holds your hand and doesnât complain once as you grab back hard enough to break every bone in it, âYou know, Iâve faced pressure on the track but this ... this is on another level.â
You chuckle, squeezing his hand, âJust remember, Iâm doing the hard part.â
Soon enough, after what feels like both a minute and a lifetime, the beautiful cry of your newborn fills the room. Your grid kids, hearing the sound, cheer loudly, causing several nurses to hush them.
Charles, tears in his eyes, says, âWeâre big brothers now. Like, for real.â
âWait,â Lando interjects, âarenât you already a big brother?â
âShush mate, let me have this moment.â
Max rolls his eyes but smiles, âWelcome to the family, little one. Weâre a bit crazy but we already love you so much.â
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Father Mine- 2. Miguel OâHara x teen!spider!reader
Just note- this and father mine arenât in the canon of Miguelâs and mini Miguelâs story line<3 also this is absolute crap and Iâm so sorry it has a lot more plot and less of Miguel and mini Miguel interaction. Though whatever they do have is pain. (ALSO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVE I LOVE ALL OF YOU) please comment and reblog if you liked it :DD
Warnings: angst. FATHER MINE PART 1 Part 3
âWhere is she?â He asks Jess.
âShe didnât follow.â Is what the woman replies and thatâs that.
A spark of worry shoots through him but he ignores it. Now is not the time to worry about anything but the anomaly.
He scans his surroundings and tries to look for wherever the kid may be.
A part of his mind still screams heâs just a kid.
That weak thinking, letting things slide mindset was ahat got Gabriella killed. It was what killed an entire universe. He couldnât let more people be killed for the sake of the life of one man.
âSplit up. Look for him.â He orders Ben and Jess and they leave promptly.
Not now. Not now. Heâd check up on you after.
ââââââ
âMiles!â You whisper-shout at the boy.
He almost shouts but you cover his mouth with your hand, âyouâre in the wrong universe, youâre on earth-42.â His eyes widen, âIâm here to help you.â
âWhy should I trust you?â His eyes narrow at you.
âI donât know.â You look down, âBut Iâm asking you to trust me anyways.â
After a beat of silence he talks, âhow did you know I was in the wrong universe?â
âYou were bit by a spider that was from here. Itâs venom altered your dna to this universe. And the go home machine scanned your dna, which was this universes and sent you here, Iâm running out of breath and I can hear your mom from this univers walking here so letâs please just go.â You pull him out through the window just as the door opens and Rio steps in.
You and Miles drop down into an abandoned alleyway, and you hide a wince because of the pain in your leg. He turns invisible and you open a portal. Just as he walks through, Ben comes into view and sees you.
âMini Miguel! Youâre here! You know your dad was pretty worried you didnât show! Iâll tell him youâre here wait- Iâ you web his mouth and eyes and as he flails about you launch yourself upwards and unhook his watch.
âIâm sorry, Ben.â You apologise to his mumbling form as his hands thrash around to remove the webs.
You jump into the portal and it closes.
âWeâre in Miguelâs APARTMENT?â Milesâs all but shrieks and you wince.
âJeez, bro. Donât worry. He wonât look here.â You hand him a bottle of water from the minibar.
He drinks it all in one go and breathes deeply. You calm him down, âthis is just for a few hours. Then Iâll shift you to your own universe.â
âWhy not now?â He asks.
âYou need to eat, and youâll be fine. No oneâs going to be named Captain tonight right? You canât help anyone if youâre half dead.â
He clenches his jaw and sits down as you go to the kitchen and get a leftover pizza from the fridge. It was from that family night you had with Miguel and Lyla the day before Milesâs arrival.
You head to the living room after heating his food and his eyes are transfixed on a photo frame in his hand.
Itâs a photo of you and him that Lyla had managed to sneak and Jess had printed for your birthday.
âHe seems nice. When heâs not trying to kill me.â The boy scoffs.
You donât answer, just handing him his food.
He eats in silence and you take the time to clean the house. Even if you did hate him just a bit, it didnât mean he deserved to live in a messy house because he was too busy working.
âYou really love him, huh?â Miles piped up and you look up from fluffing a cushion.
âHmm.â You hum in response, âI donât know.â
âIf you didnât you wouldnât be here fluffing up his cushions and cleaning his home. Or should I say your home as well.â He raises an eyebrow.
You throw the cushion, âhis home. Come on, we need to get to his office so I know what universe youâre from.â
He follows you to the window and has to swallow a gasp when you walk through it and float like youâre walking on air.
You chuckle, âitâs an illusion, sort of like that Indiana Jones movie.â
âThe thing with the grail?â His voice is shaky as his foot comes to rest onto the platform connecting the window to the opposite balcony.
âYeah, I got it made to fuck with Miguel.â
He huffs out a laugh, âI bet he would have freaked out?â
âYou have no idea.â You smile a little at the memory as you jump of the platform and land lightly on the terrace.
Every few minutes you usher Miles into the few dark alleyways in the futuristic city of Nueva York to use the hidden pathways that are used by the underground thug gangs that you had managed to sniff out.
It takes about half an hour to reach the tower, and Miles turns invisible, âyou couldnât have done that before?â You raise an eyebrow.
He just looks sheepish and you try not to roll your eyes, âcome on.â
He follows you through the entire area, sees them all wave and smile at you as you walk to where spider-byte may be.
ââ-
âBen, come in.â Miguel speaks, âBen!â
With a groan, he phones Lyla. She picks up immediately and her voice is frantic, âyou need to get back. Now.â
âWhat? Why?â
âItâs Miles.â She informs him, âmini you is with him.â
His eyes widen under the mask and without a word he opens a portal to go home, âJess. Weâre going back to base.â
ââââââââ
â1610. Earth 1610.â You recite as you make a portal.
As soon as it opens, the door to the room swings open.
Itâs a sort of dĂŠjĂ vu if you think about it.
The same room, the same scenario. But this time itâs you heâs after.
Your blood runs cold and you push Miles inside, âsave your dad.â Are the last words you say to him as the portal closes in time just as Miguel pounces through air.
He looks at you and you freeze. His eyes are red and his fangs are out.
As he stands to his feet, your breathing becomes uneven.
Fuck youâre panicking. And itâs weird, because youâve faced evil villains before. Youâve fought people that make Miguel look like a shortie.
So.. why the fuck are you so scared? Or were you always just a coward?
âYouâre hurt.â He says in an eerily calm voice.
âWhy-why do you care?â You huff out and his eyebrows furrow.
âWhat do you mean?â He raises his hand and you flinch. You notice the way his eyes widen and the hurt that floods the pools of his eyes.
He takes another step forward and you back away, âStay the fuck away from me.â Your hand shoots forward. Only widening the chasm between the both of you.
âWhat. Happened? Who hurt you? Was it Miles? Did he force you to help him?â He snarls.
You stare at him dumbfounded, âWho hurt me? Are you serious?â
âIâve never been more serious in my life.â
You scoff, âI helped him of my own accord.â
Itâs then that he takes a deep breath and a step back.
âThatâs right. I helped him get away!â
ââŚ.how could you do this to us? To me?â He points to himself.
âWhat are you going to do now? Try and kill me like you did him?â
âI would never. I am your father-â
âYou are a selfish monster.â You say and his breath hitches. The look on his face breaks your own heart and all you want to do is hug him.
âDonât say that.â He points at you, âyou donât mean it.â
âI meant every damn word.â You scowl and reply, âyou are not my father. I am not your daughter.â
He schools the hurt on his face, âSo be it.â He webs your watch and breaks it into tiny pieces in a matter of moments, âitâs cute that you thought you could one up me. Really.â He chuckles, âYou are relieved of your duties effective immediately. You will never be allowed into Earth-928 or any other dimension hereafter.â
He webs you closer to him as he opens a portal into some obscure universe, one youâve never heard of, and just before he pushes you in, you glimpse the tears in his eyes, your own running down your cheek as you scream profanities at him.
The last thing you see is his face before youâre thrown into complete darkness.
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Joey B blurbs: Isnât She Lovely
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Summary: Joe brings the twins with him to one of his press conferences, but all Miles seems to want is âMommaâ.
Warnings: Fluff
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic
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*No particular date for this fic!*
(Joeâs pov)
âJoe, my momâs calling. Can you take the boys with you?â - you
âTo my conference??â - Joe
y/n, Tyson, and Miles came over to Paycor today to watch us practice.
Afterward, I and a couple of the other guys stayed back to play football with the kids. The guys made a few jokes after Tyson successfully threw a spiral at two years old. I thought it was accidental, but Jaâmarr and Tee swore it was the âBurrow geneâ.
Now that almost everyone had left the stadium, y/n and the twins were allowed to come into the locker room with me.
y/n got on to me about how messy my locker was. I told her it was fine, but Tee made a âHappy wife, happy lifeâ joke saying I should clean it.
In the end, I knew I would end up doing it anyway to please her because that woman had me wrapped around her finger. She has since high school.
Currently, I was just about to step into the media room when y/n came rushing up to me, the twins behind her, saying that her mom sent a text saying call me ASAP.
Zac had just walked out from his conference, and he heard our conversation.
âYouâre allowed to take âem in if you want to. I know you would rather be with them than have someone else watch them.â - Zac
âYeah, okay. Thanks.â - Joe
âNo problem, kid.â - Zac walked off
y/n stood in front of me, her phone still ringing, and I made a split-second decision.
âGo ahead, Iâll take âem, baby.â - Joe
âThank you, you're the best, Joe.â - you
She looked around to see if anyone was present, and when there wasn't anyone, she pressed a quick peck to my lips.
I watched her speedwalk down the hall toward the women's bathroom to have some privacy, and I bent down to the twin's level.
âYou guys have to go in there with me for my press conference, okay? You know those videos you watch of me with Mommy where the people ask me questions?â - Joe
âYeh!â - Tyson
âYou guys are gonna sit on my lap for one, okay? If you wanna leave at any point tell me.â - Joe
âOk, Dada.â - Tyson
âWhat about you Miles? Sound good?â - Joe
âSound great, Daddy.â - Miles
I stood up and picked them both up, one in each arm, and walked into the media room.
It was kinda funny watching the reporterâs faces turn to shock. They knew I was a reserved, closed-off person, and that I hated the media, so for me to bring my kids in here was surprising to them.
Pulling my chair out, I sat down and situated the boys on my lap. One sat on each leg.
Tyson laid his head on my shoulder while Miles was looking around, trying to figure everything out.
âHowâs it goinâ.â - Joe
Everything was silent.
âWhatâs this?â - Reporter 1
âA one-time thing.â - Joe chuckled
Everyone in the room laughed before a reporter spoke up.
âWho are these cuties?â - Reporter 2
âThey're my two-year-old twins. Wanna say your names?â - Joe
I almost laughed as Miles immediately lept forward and grabbed the mic.
âIâm Miles.â - Miles
His voice was super loud in the speakers from how close he was to the mic, and I couldn't help but bust out laughing.
Eventually, I pulled Miles back into my lap and nudged Tyson. He silently shook his head.
âThis is Tyson. He's my little mini-me and doesn't like the media like his daddy.â - Joe
The room laughed again before I continued talking.
âYou guys can interact with the boys for a little bit but I'm here to talk football.â - Joe
For the first time since I walked in, the room fell silent, till Miles spoke up.
âMomma!â - Miles
âSomeone wants his momma.â - Reporter 3 laughed
âYeah. Sheâs on the phone, which is why I had to bring âem in here.â - Joe
âMomma?â - Miles looked up at Joe
âSheâs on the phone, buddy. If you guys can't already tell, he's a mommaâs boy. Heâs more like her than me personality-wise.â - Joe
âSo heâs social?â - Reporter 2 jokes
I laughed as I nodded my head, finding his dig at me to be funny.
âMomma!â - Miles whined
âGuys, excuse me, but I'm probably gonna have to call my wife.â - Joe
This was the most unorganized thing I've ever done.
Pulling my phone out to call y/n, she answered pretty fast.
âHello? Are you still in your conference?â - you
âYes, but can you come get Miles? He wants you like bad.â - Joe
âOh yeah, of course. Iâll be right there.â - you
âOkay, good. See you in a sec.â - Joe
âI won't say I love you, so you don't have to say it back. I know you don't want that being picked up on the mic.â - you laughed
âI love you too, bye.â - Joe smiled
âWhat?!â - you
I hung up just after that, not caring that I said it right into the mic.
âSheâs coming to get this one.â - Joe
I nodded at Miles, then realized he was waving directly at a female reporter.
Just a few seconds went by before the media room door opened and y/n walked in.
She looked at me, unsure of what to do, so I flicked my head telling her to come in my direction.
y/n walked up the platform steps and took Miles from my lap, who was smiling from ear to ear.
âDo you wanna go with Momma too?â - Joe
Tyson shook his head no and sat up, now facing the room of seated reporters.
I leaned the mic away from my mouth and whispered to y/n.
âThanks, Mama. You look beautiful by the way. I'll see you after this is over.â - Joe grinned
She grinned at me, her cheeks flushing as she situated Miles on her hip before waking away.
When I faced the reporters and fixed the mic back to point toward my face, they all had smiles on their faces.
âDid⌠did you guys hear that?â - Joe
All at once they all said yes, yeah, mhm, yup.
My cheeks turned red from embarrassment, this was an absolute trainwreck.
âSo⌠Tyson, what can you tell us about your daddy? What does he do at home?â - Reporter 3
âUhmâŚâ - Tyson sighed
All of the reporters laughed, finding it so funny that Tyson just pulled something so characteristically me.
âHe is just like you!â - Reporter 1
âWhat do I do at home, Ty?â - Joe
âKiss Mommy.â - Tyson giggled
I immediately groaned and covered my face with my hand. Tyson kept on laughing, and so were the reporters.
âIâm getting exposed right now.â - Joe
âWe, Uhm, pway footâŚball.â - Tyson
âWe do.â - Joe nodded
âThatâs it.â - Tyson blabbered
The room laughed once again till a reporter spoke up.
âSo all he does is kiss your mom and play football?â - Reporter 3
âMhm!â - Tyson
âPretty accurate, not gonna lie.â - Joe
âJoe, you're pretty smitten with your wife, yeah?â - Reporter 5
âHave been since high school. Sheâs the best though. The best mom, wife, best friend⌠and so much more. She keeps me grounded. I know I usually keep my personal life separate from football, but I love her more than anything.â - Joe
âMore than football?â - Reporter 2
âMore than anything.â - Joe reiterated
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Authors note: though Joe would never do this, let's just imagine he would.
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Hi it's me again đ kinktober req perchance?
Steve Harrington with sex pollen prompt? I don't know suthn freaky with the demodog lair keeps popping up in mind. Sorry to keep bombarding you with requests HAHAH hope you're well :>
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it's not a problem, I love all the requests you send me 𼰠this reminded me that I've never actually written somthing for him before, which is kind of crazy?? that being said I love this idea and hope it turned out okay, I wrote this with a transmasc reader too since you asked for one with your other kinktober request. thanks for sending something in <3
(also just a disclaimer creative liberties were taken when writing this so the story would flow better and the plot would make more sense)
Kinktober 2024 Day 12: sex pollen with Steve Harrington x transmasc reader
Warnings: smut/nsfw content, sex pollen, slight bondage via tentacles, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (please use condoms irl), brief implied Nancy x Robin
The Upside Down was like something out of horrific nightmare. It gave a glimpse into what life would be like if Vecna was able to take things over, which why it was crucial for your plan to destroy his physical form to work.
After wandering through the disturbing woods for what seemed like forever, you finally managed to come across the place you were looking for. Dustin and Eddie warded off the hellish bats, which gave you, Steve, Nancy, and Robin the opportunity of doing your part by searching for Vecna.
Creel House was even more eerie and disturbing in the alternate dimension, which certainly didn't help to ease your already spiked nerves in the slightest. The vines (or tentacles, rather) that were covering the floor made things even worse, because you knew if you made one wrong move they'd be on you in an instant.
While the tentacles in the lair were gross looking, they were also strangely erotic, from their length and girth to the squelching noises they made as they moved around. You tried to keep your thoughts as clean and sex-free as possible as you carefully manuevered yourself over and around them, hopping from one place to another as you did your best not to fall.
Our goal is destroying Vecna and saving Hawkins, you reminded yourself every time your mind started slipping into the gutter. Not fraternizing with what looks like a bunch of over-sized sex toys.
Everything seemed to be going as planned until something started to shake the house, causing what could only be described as some kind of mini earthquake. Naturally, this disturbed the tentacles, which led them to attack.
Some of them grabbed Robin and began dragging her in one direction while others grabbed Steve and dragged him the opposite way. You and Nancy split, her chasing after Robin at the same time you were trying to grab Steve.
"Steve!" You cried out in a panic, using your makeshift spear to stab at the tentacles in hopes it would injure them enough to let him go. They writhed around in agony at the feeling, though you noticed when you stabbed them they started to give off this sickeningly sweet type of odor.
Thinking nothing of it, you kept stabbing, hoping it would be enough to get them to let him go. Eventually they were hacked up to the point where they were far too weak to keep him restrained, forcing them to loosen their grip.
"Are you okay?" You asked while helping him up, noting that he seemed to be a little dizzy, which was odd given that he hadn't really done anything to warrant feeling lightheaded.
"Y- Yeah, I think so," he breathlessly responded, his eyes looking a little cloudy for some reason when you looked at them.
Before you could question him further, you began to feel dizzy yourself, your own vision blurring as a rush of heat spread through your body and buried itself deep within you. The only thing you could seem to focus on at that moment was Steve. His body, his eyes, his voice-
It was then that you realized what was going on. Whatever it was the tentacles sprayed you with must've included some kind of aphrodisiac that was absorbed through the skin, which meant-
Oh, God. Now was really not the time for this of all things to be happening.
"Steve," you began in a slightly shaky voice. He picked up on your nervous tone in an instant, though it was hard for him to think properly when he was going through the same physical reactions you were.
"I- I think we should do something about this," he suggested, his voice low and sultry without even meaning to be. Or maybe that was just you hearing things due to your sudden burst of horniness.
"We can't, we have to go do something about Vecna," you lightly protested, although you knew it was no use. Your legs had grown shaky and weak, causing you to cling onto him for support.
In the meantime, the tentacles had come back while you were both distracted, though they didn't seem nearly as hostile as before. If anything, they were docile, almost affectionate, as if the scent they'd left behind on you make them much more peaceful. Despite this, their intentions weren't entirely innocent, as they'd started to travel up your body, searching for the warmth of your arousal.
"I really don't think we have much of a choice," Steve remarked, his cock already painfully hard in his pants. You weren't faring much better, as your underwear was practically soaked by now.
"As- As long as we're quick about it," was all you could manage to get out before your mouth met his in desperation, your hands moving to grab at his clothes as you pressed your body as close to his as possible.
He was just as eager, his hands finding their way to your hips in a need for contact. Even if you wanted to pull away, you couldn't, as the tentacles had now fully wrapped themselves around you. It wasn't enough to stop your blood flow or anything like that, but you were definitely unable to go anywhere as they'd successfully restricted your movements.
"Oh, Steve," you moaned out his name as his lips traveled down your neck, your fingers lacing through his hair. Every touch the two of you shared seemed to leave behind sparks, his mouth feeling like a red hot iron that was branding your skin.
Somehow during this, you'd moved down onto the floor, the tentacles seeming to swaddle you as you did. Your clothes were quickly pulled off and discarded as the both of you became more and more needy, your actions bordering on primal. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving visible scratches going down his back at the same time that his teeth sunk into the tender flesh of your shoulder.
By the time his cock had finally found its way to your aching hole, you were already dripping wet, like a faucet that hadn't been turned off properly. The mixed sounds of your combined pleasure filled the air as he sunk deep within you, your back arching up off the ground as you threw your head back.
It was hard to tell how long you were there for. It could've been seconds, it could've been hours. You were much too focused on the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you at an animalistic pace to be sure.
Orgasm after orgasm tore through your body, and if you weren't so caught up in the moment you would've recognized this for what it really was: a distraction to keep you away from finding Vecna and destroying him. Eventually, however, both you and Steve began to run out of steam, the combination of exhaustion and overstimulation getting to you.
Beads of sweat covered your body, your eyes hooded as you felt him empty yet another load of his sticky seed inside you. Neither of you were thinking clearly enough to remember that it'd be better if he didn't cum inside you, which left you feeling abnormally full.
It took everything in him not to collapse on top of you once he was finally finished, his limbs looking as weak and shaky as yours were. A quiet whimper exited you when he pulled out, his cock softening again after what seemed like ages.
He slowly helped you get redressed, and you helped him do the same, trying to be careful so you wouldn't disturb the pile of tentacles that laid nearby. They'd become bored after the second or third round and had taken to leaving you alone, but you still didn't want to risk waking them back up again.
You stumbled out of the room you'd been in as you went to reconvene with Robin and Nancy, who looked as though they'd been through the exact same thing you had. Their clothes were wrinkled, their hair was messed up, and you could see a few hickeys peeking out of the collar of their shirts. You had no doubt you and Steve looked about the same.
Nancy awkwardly cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact as she shifted back and forth on her feet. "So, uh- should we...?" She gestured towards the staircase, to which Steve nodded his head in response.
"Yeah, let's."
The four of you began to make your way through the house yet again, a certain kind of tension in the air full of unasked questions with equally unspoken answers. None of you decided to say what had taken you so long to meet up again, and you didn't need to. It was fairly obvious.
Who knew the Upside Down could bring you as much pleasure as it could fear?
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Chaos In The Kitchen (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: Bob and his siblings should never be in the kitchen together, especially prepping for the big barbecue on the 4th
Warnings: Parenthood, Bob and his siblings being a chaotic mess, Meemaw having to control everybody etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia
Bob pushed the door open with the toe of his shoe, his ears bombarded by the cacophony of noise coming from the kitchen. Pans and pots clattered to the floor along with utensils, loud curses and swears flew from the doorway along with some rather colorful insults.
"......You're a fucking idiot Michael! Why would you do that?!"
"How was I supposed to know it would do that, SEAN?!"
"You two dickheads almost lit the kitchen on fire!"
"Stay outta this Reagan!"
"No I'm not gonna stay out of it! You know why? Because I am the keeper of the one collective brain cell the four of you share!"
Bob made a face and set the grocery bags down at the threshold of the door. The kitchen was a mess, completely covered in flour and smatterings of vanilla. Something had burned in the cast iron pan while Bob's brothers and oldest sister continuously argued over who had almost burned down the kitchen.
"HOLY MOSES!" Meemaw exclaimed as she came through the storm door in the kitchen with a basket of elderberries.
Everyone froze, two of them swallowing nervously.
"Um........Meemaw......we can explain.........." Eugene said.
"Please do, I'd love to hear it," she said sarcastically.
No one spoke, too nervous to rouse the wrath of their grandmother.
"I trust ya'll knuckleheads to get one thing......one damn thing made......and ya'll nearly burn down the kitchen," Meemaw pointed out.
"It was Sean's idea," Michael said, yelping when Sean stamped his older brother's foot.
"That is IT!" Meemaw declared. "Out! Out! Git on outta my kitchen! Out! Go cause trouble somewhere else!"
The five disgruntled siblings, Liam, Reagan, Eugene, Sean and Michael, all filed out the storm door to go see what else needed doing.
"Sorry ya'll had to see that Bob," Meemaw apologized.
"Nothing I haven't seen before Meemaw," Bob answered, trying not to laugh.
Him and Meemaw set to work, trying to get the kitchen cleaned up before the barbecue commenced. "Hopefully none of'em lose a finger or a hand when they set the fireworks off tonight," Meemaw chuckled.
Bob laughed a little bit. "I dunno Meemaw, but we'll find out," Bob replied.
"In the meantime we're gonna need to get this place cleaned up and bakin," she said. "Not that I wanna have the ovens goin but I guess the mini-splits will help with that. Any idea where (y/n) went?"
"She went to go get Auggie's birthday cake from the grocery store," Bob answered. "I think Dad, Papa and Hawk all went to go get them meat."
"Well, if anything they'll be a while," Meemaw remarked. "In the meantime, you and me are gonna get this shit movin."
Meemaw pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and two glasses from the hutch cabinet in the hallway. "Two for the chefs, one for the dish," she joked.
Bob and Meemaw set to work on the pies and other baked goods, hoping they would be ready in time for the picnic. Meemaw had pulled the Hoosier Pie from the fridge, the cream filling having set overnight and needing only a liberal sprinkling of cinnamon over the top.
"Was this your mom's recipe?" Bob asked.
"Nah that was my Meemaw's recipe," Meemaw laughed. "She used to make it every summer and maybe at Thanksgiving. I remember when we'd bring your dad, aunts and uncles up to their place in Indiana every year for Thanksgiving and she'd make it."
Bob laughed at the stories Meemaw had told about her time growing up on the farm in Indiana and how she had met Papa after he had tried to sneak a slice of her gram's pie from the window.
The cream and pudding pies were stuck in the fridge to set while the huckleberry pie was quickly pulled from the oven and the apple one stuck right in. The shoofly pie had been a recipe from Meemaw's friend, Ethel, a fiery little Mennonite woman from Pennsylvania and who had been very close with Meemaw while their husbands were serving in Korea.
Finally, everything was done. Bob had never seen so many pies in his entire life. "I don't think I can look at another pie for a long time," he laughed.
"You and me both Bobby," Meemaw chuckled.
The door opened and you stuck the red, white and blue cake on the counter. "I hate holiday grocery shopping," you groaned.
Bob coiled his arms around you and kissed your cheek. "It came out great though," he remarked.
You couldn't have agreed more. The red, white and blue cake was absolutely huge with an edible photo of Captain America on the front of it. "Has Auggie seen it yet?" Bob asked.
"I don't think so," you said. "We'll wait till after dinner tonight to show him."
You joined your husband and your grandmother-in-law in the kitchen to get everything else ready, enjoying yourselves as you smelled all the tantalizing scents of the meat being cooked outside. Of course there had been chaos, but you and Bob enjoyed yourselves nonetheless.
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High School Fight
JJ Maybank x daughter!reader
Summary: Y/N gets into a fight at school.
Warnings: mentions of fighting, mentions of groping
a/n: got this from a comment on this post. so it's kind of a part 2, but not really. loved the idea, thank you to the commenter! hope y'all enjoy!
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JJ is working on his car, just doing a routine check up. John B is over with his 5 year old son, the boy playing in the yard with whatever he can find while the two adults talk.
JJ's sentence is cut off as his phone rings. He quickly wipes the grease off his hands on a bandana and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He frowns at the number, answering it.
"Hello?" He asks.
"Mr. Maybank?" A woman asks.
"Yeah." He says.
"Hi. This is Alexandra Harrington. I'm the secretary at Y/N's school." She explains, though JJ already knows. "We need you to come down to the school and pick up Y/N."
"Why? Is she okay?" JJ immediately grows concerned.
"That would depend on the definition of okay." Alexandra remarks, only worrying JJ more. "She got into a fight and is facing suspension."
"What?" JJ scoffs.
"Please, just come down to the school." Alexandra tells.
"I-- yeah. Yeah, I'll be right there." JJ says before hanging up.
"Everything good?" John B asks.
"I don't know. Y/N got in a fight at school." JJ informs.
"Ooh. Mini Maybank strikes again." John B grins.
"Shut up." JJ rolls his eyes. "I'll see you guys later."
"Later." John B bids, the two doing the pogue handshake. "Come on, buddy!" He calls out to his son.
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JJ walks into the school, having quickly changed into clean clothes so he wasn't covered in grease. He finds Y/N sitting outside the office, slouched in her seat, her arms crossed over her chest.
There's a boy and girl on the bench next to her, both quietly talking to each other. He notices the bruises and scratch marks on their faces.
"Hey." JJ calls making Y/N sigh. She doesn't respond, which slightly annoys JJ. "Y/N." He sternly calls, putting his hand on top of her head and forcing her head back. He freezes at her black eye, split lip, and the cut on her cheek. "What the fuck?" His tone immediately changes to anger as he cups her chin, moving her head to inspect the injuries better.
"Dad, I'm fi--"
"What the fuck happened?" He questions.
"The principal will explain it." Y/N rolls her eyes. "Stupid bitch." She grumbles under her breath.
"I want your side." JJ says before he goes into the office.
"Mr. Maybank. Wish I was seeing you under better circumstances." The principal says.
"Right. What the hell happened?" JJ questions.
"Your daughter's a little psycho." The mother of the girl sneers.
"Excuse you?" JJ glares at her. "You better watch it, lady, or you're gonna match your kid out there." He threatens. The woman's jaw drops in offense, giving the principal a look.
"Mr. Maybank, relax. Physical violence is not the answer." The principal quickly intervenes.
"Your kid is the one going around and beating up innocents." The father of the boy says.
"No. No, I know my daughter, she's always got a reason. So your kids are the fucking problem." JJ argues.
The other two quickly retaliate, throwing insults about Y/N, the three adults getting into an argument.
"Enough!" The principal shouts, effectively shutting the three up. "Now... we have two stories. Y/N's story and then Jason and Ashley's story."
"Y/N's a little liar." Ashley's mother states.
"You really don't wanna piss me off, lady." JJ seethes, his hand clenching into a fist.
"We don't have any evidence of which story is true, only our beliefs." The principal says. "Jason and Ashley's story is they were trying to talk to Y/N, make plans, and she just lost it and starting hitting them."
JJ scoffs, his eyes rolling into the back of his head out of disbelief.
"And these idiots believe that shit?" JJ asks, pointing to the two parents.
"Excuse you?" The woman glares.
"You wanna say that to my face, pal?" The man sneers.
"Didn't I just do it?" JJ retorts.
The three teens listen from the outside, Y/N's lips quirking up at her father's remarks.
"Calm down." The principal orders. "Now, Y/N's story is Jason was hitting on her and wouldn't leave her alone even after she told him no. She says she didn't throw the first punch until he grabbed her bottom."
"He what?" JJ fumes, using all of his strength to not go beat up the little boy himself.
"She says Ashley was there with him and taunting her, calling her a bitch and insulting her home life along with constantly tripping her and tugging on her hair." The principal explains.
"I'm gonna--" JJ seethes, his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth could break.
"You won't be doing anything, Mr. Maybank. Unless you'd like to go to jail." The principal warns. JJ takes a deep breath, burying his anger.
"So what? She gets in trouble for defending herself?" JJ asks. "That's fucking stupid."
"Defending herself from what?" Jason's dad scoffs. "Jason didn't do anything wrong."
"He disrespected her boundaries. He touched her ass, that's pretty fucking wrong, you dumb fuck!" JJ's voice raises near the end.
"He was being persistent. She was playing hard to get." The guy argues.
"She didn't want him in any way, whatsoever! No means no." JJ states.
"Ashley did no wrong." Her mom insists.
"Aside from being a fucking brat." JJ scoffs making the woman give him an appalled look. "She should also be old enough to know that she should keep her hands to herself. Plus, that golden rule parents are always so insistent about. Nothing nice to say, shut the fuck up. She should learn that rule."
"You do not talk about my daughter that way." The woman sneers.
"She hurt my daughter. I'm not gonna stand for that." JJ says. "Or for your son being a little prick."
"He was just trying to get her attention." The man protests. "Little ass grab never hurt anybody, especially if the girl's a hottie."
Ashley's mother screams when JJ's fist connects with Jason's dad's cheek. The three teens jump at the noise, turning back to see the chaos.
"Mr. Maybank!" The principal yells, rushing over. "Enough! That is enough!" She gets between the two men before they can start a brawl.
"All three children are suspended for two weeks for violating the rules. And unless you want them expelled, I suggest you three take them home and try your best to avoid each other for the rest of your lives. Or at least until these kids graduate."
"If they all graduate." Ashley's mother rolls her eyes.
JJ starts to charge for her, but the principal holds him back.
"I especially advise you to leave, Maybank. For you and your daughter's own good." The principal says.
"No. No, I'm leaving for their own good." JJ points to the other two parents. "Cause if I don't, they're going six feet under a little younger than they anticipate."
The principal sighs as the other two parents start to complain about the threat.
JJ leaves the office, rolling his eyes out of frustration and anger.
"C'mon." He motions for his daughter to get up. He grabs her backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. Y/N gets up, JJ placing his hand on her back to lead her out.
"You're a little bitch, Jason." JJ calls back before the two exit the school.
They get outside and JJ manages to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
"You okay?" Y/N asks, looking up at her dad, not sure if she should be amused or concerned or both.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." JJ runs his hand over his head, messing his hair up. "I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't jeopardize your school like that."
"Not jeopardizing it anymore than I am." Y/N chuckles. "Plus, school system sucks anyway. Don't give too many shits."
"Are you okay?" JJ asks, his concerned father side overtaking him as he observes the injuries on her face. He brushes her hair back to get a better look at them, thumb lightly grazing over the black eye.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's fine. They look worse." Y/N grins.
"Yes, they do." JJ proudly laughs.
"So, am I grounded?" Y/N asks.
"No. No, you're never grounded for standing up for yourself." JJ reassures. "Ice cream?"
"Rocky road." Y/N immediately lights up making JJ softly smile at her.
"Rocky road it is, princess." JJ promises, kissing her on the head.
He opens the passenger door for her and she climbs in, JJ shutting it after she's in. He throws her backpack into the bed of the truck, going over to the other side and getting in, starting the engine.
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KIDD; the boy in a band
wc: 2560
summary: you caught the eye of the frontman when he was performing and the next thing you know, you're having an overnight adventure with him.
warning/s: very fluff, most nsfw thing is making out, afab iirc? i wrote this with the intention of a fem reader but i think it could also apply to gn?, nightly adventures
note: inspired by this reel đł
he's got the certain fire in him, his own spotlight in that stage. amidst the hues of violet and red in the deeply congested and ear-splitting parking lot, he somehow caught your eye. among the swarm of people that cheered his name and reached for him, he shared a moment only with you.
and he grinned, canines tugging at his magenta lips. and for a moment, it became quiet and the world stopped. the drums deafened, the mic rang, the people around you slowed down, and your heart raced. because it meant something, you know it meant something more than just him feeling himself or being the rockstar that he is.
"hey, name. name!" your friend jolted you, holding both of your shoulders but you remain in awe even after he looked away and darted across the stage with his guitar and mic. "i was asking if you're having a good time but hey, looks like you became a fan just now." she teased you nudging you with her elbow as she shouted her sentences amidst the cacophonous blasts of the rock concert.
but you couldn't find it in you to budge, even after he broke eye contact. it all stuck in you like glue. it got stuck somewhere down your stomach, like a budding flower or a colony of ants climbing up your chest and suffocating you. it felt ticklish. and your nerves went numb and frozen.
before you could get a hold of yourself, the last set had just finished. the band bid their thanks and goodbyes. you looked around to see people dispersing and the crowd was dissipating. you were about to turn back, ready to get back to your car. but your friend dragged you closer to the stage.
"w-where the hell are you- why are we going to the stage?" you yanked your hand from her.
"come oooon, let's get pictures! others are doing it, look! plus, this is my first concert with them. can we go? please?" she held your hands together, clasping them on hers.
"first you drag me in here, i don't even have any knowledge of the sort with this rookie little band. and now you still wanna insist even if my legs are about to give out? seriously, you never run out of requests." you rolled your eyes.
"it'll be quick, i promise! and hey, don't act like you don't totally dig kidd. i saw you!"
"who?"
"the frontman! oh! i so need to introduce you to him, why don't you get a picture?"
"bitch, i swear to god-"
before you had any protests, she had already dragged you to the stage where the band was chatting with some fans who had just finished taking pictures with them and cleaning up.
that was when you noticed that the redhead had his eyes on you all along. you don't know how long honestly, but when your friend caught the band's attention and your eyes landed on kidd, he was already way ahead of you. he did a little wave with a simple mid-raise of his hand. but you looked away, can't find it in you to be civil.
"hey kidd, they want a pic." the blond called out to him, you remember him as the drummer. he's your friend's bias, what she calls it.
"you sure you don't want me to take a pic?" you whispered to your friend.
"no, no, i want you to be with us." she smiled, clinging onto you.
the band sat on the edge of the stage, the stage was about leveled at your chest. while you two stood before them. your back was turned and you didn't notice that kidd sat behind you until you looked at the pictures on your phone. made you feel quite funny down on your stomach. the sight of you two together got you fangirling for a man you just met.
"hey. enjoyed the show?" kidd greeted, making his way towards you while you fix up your stuff in your car, waiting for your friend.
"y-yeah. but it's my first time attending your mini concert though. got dragged in here." you chuckled a little. "you were amazing back there, by the way."
"mhm, i could tell." he shifted on his foot, grinning again like he used to earlier. his smile does something dangerous to your heart. "had a good stare earlier, aye?"
"how'd i caught your eye?" you decided to play into his teasing game, leaning into your car door. "there's like, hundreds of us. and i'm not even your regular or something."
"mmm, well." he walked closer, crossing his arms as he pretended to think. your gaze shifted to his biceps, snowy and sinewy. "i like staring at pretty things, you just happen to be one of 'em." he winked at you, grin widening as his arrogance exuded a contagious aura with his smile it got you biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling widely.
"so you just do that? charm your fans and then what?"
"so you think i'm charmin'?" he raised a brow, loving every bit of you fighting a smile before you finally broke into a laugh. ah, he's actually starstruck. yet it's funny cuz he's the famous one here.
"a bit, yeah." you nodded, embarrassed as you laugh.
"cuz then i'd ask you out, that's how it usually goes." he handed you his phone, raising a brow as anticipation.
"usually, huh? think you can peg me as one of your flings?" you pushed his phone back to him gently. "i'm good." you smiled, but really you're just playing hard to get.
"not flings, nae. think this'll actually be somethin' nice."
"but you see, kidd, right? this'll be the first and last time we'll be meeting. i just came with my friend because her dad wants someone to accompany her. the next time she'll be alone. so, it's best if you don't mind me too much."
"you underestimate how addictive my music is, me especially." he chuckled a little, his confidence got on your nerves, especially around your heart.
"you're suggesting i'll come to you? on my own volition?"
"highly likely. cuz i know for a fact that when you get home, i'd be stuck in your pretty little head." he licked his lips, nestling his hands deeper in his pockets. cuz shit, you'd be doing the same thing to him, he'd be doing backflips on your mind.
"right, wanna bet on it?"
you guys exchanged numbers but neither of you texted each other when you two got home. yet it was clear that whatever's going on in your head, it was about him.
that was the time you searched him up. he was a pretty big deal but his band was still local, they had a couple thousand of fans. had mini concerts in empty parking lots like earlier. do gigs in some local pubs and bars.
so you got a hold of your earphones and pulled their band up on spotify. once you hit shuffle you turned off your phone and lied down, closing your eyes as you hear the subtle taps of the instruments before the music starts.
it was an acoustic version of what they played earlier. so that was the title, victoria. the band took turns singing but when it was kidd's turn, you quite literally fell in love.
and it got stuck in your head, the song, the beats, everything. especially kidd singing. even when washing the dishes or getting ready for the night. god, you couldn't sleep that night.
his voice did something to you. a bit silvery, husky, and quite smoky. it made your throat dry. your limbs weak. your head fuzzy. his resonance weaved through your senses, clouding them. and each time he'd be lowly growling, still matching the softness of the tune, it'd make your heart stop. you were fucking hypnotized.
it was already 11 in the evening and you decided to screw it, just text him already.
and funnily enough, you two texted at the same time. both of you hey's appeared on your screen. at that point, kidd was quck to call you.
"so you were thinking about me." he greeted, the grin evident on his voice. his voice this close to your ear is making your head spin.
"don't act like i was the only one contemplating. plus, you called first." you sound embarrassed, and he loved it. he knows you're blushing and shit.
"right, sure."
"but i uh- listened to your songs."
"you did? of course, you did. you miss me that much?"
"shut up, that's not...what i was trying to say."
"but you do miss me, right?"
"MY POINT IS you have a really nice voice, the acoustic of victoria. yeah that was- i have it on repeat." you chuckled in embarrassment, god this guy is making you lose your cool.
"thanks. you're makin' it hard for me to sleep tonight, really." he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"oh, am i keeping you up?"
"to be honest, yes. but i don't mind. matter of fact, i do want you to keep me up, bonnie."
"d-do you maybe wanna..." you hesitated for a bit, but your heart was screaming. you need to get it out. you had no qualms about being rejected because you're sure as hell he'd be down. but the thrill is driving you nuts. "go out tonight? just for a bit i... want to see you."
and on the other end, kidd was laughing his heart out. he sounded nice. even if he was making fun of you, which he isn't, you don't mind so long as you hear him laugh.
"fuck, don't get me wrong. i ain't laughin' at you or some shit but, that was my exact thought. cuz your stubborn ass got in my head and i had, for the life of me, see you."
so you two met up at the nearest mcdonalds', he was the first one there. you two spent until the clock struck three getting to know about each other, one story led to another, stuffing yourselves with fast food, and going from store to store taking pictures and whatnot.
"shit, i've got class tomorrow." you choked on your ice cream which he bought you when you got glimpse of the time from the big clock on the convenience store.
"oh fuck, me too."
you two bursted into laughter, almost walking away from each other.
"no but seriously, i have to get home. it's an 8am class, kidd." you shuffled through your phone, scrolling through the messages of your mom on where you are.
"oh, mine doesn't start till 12 i think." he looked through his phone to look at his schedule. "come on i'll drop you home."
"wait, really? t-that's- it's fine really."
"and i insist. no buts." it must be the familiarity that you two formed because it was natural enough for him to hold your hand and walk you to his motorbike so you have no choice but to comply. you'd be lying if you say that didn't make your stomach tickle.
before you reach his bike, he turned around and faced you earnestly. "but do you wanna or am i bein' a total creep?"
"no! i mean, if it's not any bother? but it's quite forward, i don't know. i haven't ridden a motorcycle before and-"
"your consent is all i need, aye? i'd have you sit in the front and i'll be behind, no way you'd be in any fuckin' danger." he handed you his helmet, the only one he has. "trust me?"
"if it's danger, i think you're the only one i have to worry about." you took his helmet, fastening it under your chin. eliciting a chuckle from him.
he got on first so he could support you when you get in front of him.
"wait, you don't have a helmet?"
"it'd just be a 5minute drive no need to, yours is the only one i have."
"kidd, i swear to god if there are cops."
"thought you trusted me?"
he revved up his engine, arms beside you as you felt his warmth on your back. his body pressed against yours as he powered through the mini roads of your town. he'd ask if you're having a good time with the breeze and you'd nod, feeling a birthday party in your chest from the adrenaline and proximity.
thankfully, no cops crossed your ways and you were now a few houses on your driveway.
"same time tomorrow?" he started, taking off your helmet for you. you hit him lightly on the shoulder.
"a little earlier would be better."
there was a fleeting moment where you two held your gazes, as if waiting for the other to say something or wanting either of you to say something. you closed the distance between the two of you because you were off and kidd was still on his bike.
and he knew exactly what you plan on doing. so he grinned as if teasing you, challenging you if you would actually do it. and you just decided to just do it, pulling him by his collar and kissing him.
he smiled through the kiss, angling his face a little to the side so he can add a little tongue. cheeky bastard. he got a hold of your cheek, hand spanning until the back of your neck, he had a firm grip there as he subtly pulled on your locks.
he hummed through your lips as he tasted your chapstick and the residual syrup from your ice cream. sipping on your lips like its a popsicle. you can taste the blackberry lollipop he had which made his lips a little darker and his tongue stained with a tint of magenta.
neither of you refused to pulled away, even if you needed air. it was a almost a battle, a challenge on who'll back down first. but in all reality, it was addicting. he was addicting. with the way he holds you delicately yet firm in his arms, on the small of your back and the subtle brushes on your jaw.
but you were no saint to him either. he wanted to devour you. if it weren't for the respect he had for you and the fact that today was just your first meeting, he would've taken you home. but he wanted to take it with your pace, he didn't want his needs to be first for once. he wanted to satisfy you. see that blush on your face because of him. or the neediness in your eyes that you want more of his lips. or how you'd smile after the kiss and give his lower lip a yearning tug cuz you obviously wanted more. he'd value your reaction more than his selfish lust.
which would explain why he couldn't stop smiling when your foreheads were pressed together after the kiss. he tucked strands of hair behind your ear and gave you one last kiss on the cheek.
"see you tomorrow, aye?" he mumbled lowly, before letting you go. "good night."
it was like watching a really good movie and you feel so full after. yeah. so much so you had to tell your mom about it.
"mom, i met a boy."
"and got home at goddamn 3?!"
AAAAAA had some free time this week and decided to whip this up đł been wanting to make a frontman kidd au whoooooooh
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Divisa; One
Parings; LADS OT4 x reader
Word Count; 3,052
Themes; reality hopping, alternative universe (same universe, just things are a little different), doppelganger, multiple endings, slowburn
Warnings; swearing, maybe an existential crisis or two
Notes; Hey guys! Divisa is finally out!! This won't be following the original story at all. Just bits and pieces here and there. This is going to be different compared to âTwist of Fateââ it's also going to be shorter. I'd say possibly fifteen chapters? There will be five different endings; Four endings will be with each love interest and the fifth will be with all of them. The original MC will not be a white lotus (aka someone who seems sweet, but is actually a bitch) and certain things will be changed. This is based on the universe of LADS, but the whole in-game story doesn't mean anythingâ unless I mention it specifically! You'll see what I mean.
Itâs gonna have a bit of a slow start, but I hope you stick around for it regardless! If there's any smut, it'll be in the endings. So, this is only rated as mature purely for all of the swearing! (ps I'm sorry for naming the reader's father, but I felt it was necessary to do so)
Also! This will have a sporadic upload schedule, so if I finish a chapter, I'll post it soon after. There's no specific day I'll upload this <3 Hope that's okay.
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Divisa
//Latin and Italian for: Divided//
||adj.||
Split into parts; separated
Not united; in disagreement
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âSeriously, how much shit does Grandma have up here?â Another box joins the stack of five and you wipe sweat from your forehead with your sleeve.
It was your day off today and while you'd love to spend it relaxing, instead you offered to help your elderly grandma clean out her atticâ because âyou're her favourite grandchildâ, her wordsâŚYou were her only grandkid.
You had already been there for well over an hour, cleared out five boxes so far, and grandma still wasn't home yet. She was at the farmer's market before you even arrived, so she should've been back by now, but you know your grandma is a chatterbox. She'd yap her whole life away if she could.
You take your jacket off and tie it around your waist, slinging your mini-backpack on once moreâ it's a habit to always have it on you. You never know when you might need something. Like your chapstick, hand sanitizer, a penâŚIt's almost a mystery how the bag isn't heavy as hell with how much junk is in itâ
You head back up the stairs and glance around at the almost empty attic. You wondered what exactly grandma was going to do with the place after it was cleanâ maybe she'd turn it into a room for you? You shake your head at the thought and go back to moving boxes.
With a heavy box in hand, you head back toward the stairs. The box slips just slightly within your clammy hands and you bring your knee up to help keep a hold of it. This, however, causes you to fall. Your shoulder slams into the sharp corner of an even heavier box and something on top of the box makes a loud noise as it hits the hardwood floor.
You suck in a deep breath to disguise the pain in your shoulder and quickly roll over to check on the fallen object, internally hoping it wasn't something really valuable. But once you spot it, you're confused.
It wasâŚa jewelry box?
Your grandma wasn't one to wear jewelry, so this was out of the ordinary. The wooden box also seems prettyâŚold.
You pick up the weathered box and lift the lid to make sure the hinge still works. That's whenever you notice something wrapped in a cloth.
You set the box to the side and pick up the cloth. It was hefty, so there must be some kind of jewelry wrapped up in it. Maybe a necklace?
You unwrap it and before you can look at the necklace, a signature at the corner of the cloth catches your eye.
It was your grandpa's name.
You have never personally met the man, but your grandma loved to tell stories about him. The stories were a littleâŚodd, but you would blame that on her being old and the possible beginnings of dementia. She would tell tales of another time period entirely, how grandpa was a prince and she was wrongly deemed as a saint, how she had to run away with your mother and grandpa couldn't come back here with themâŚ
While it was a beautiful story, you often wondered if it was just a coping mechanism and something bad had happened to your grandpa, but you didn't dare ask your mother.
It seems as if the men in your family were never present, so maybeâŚthere's a curse that only affects the men? Seeing as your father wasn't present either, but your mom had so many pictures of him. You even kept a picture of the two of them in your wallet.
Those thoughts aside, it seems like grandpa was an actual person, at leastâŚeven though this clothâ handkerchief, you realizeâ appeared to be just as old as the box itself, but that can't be possible.
You shake your head and set the handkerchief back into the jewelry box, turning your attention to the necklace.
It was honestly a rather beautiful gemstone necklace. It almost seemed familiar somehow, like you've seen it in a Marvel movie or something. It was a deep red-wine coloured stone with silver wire coiled around it like a vine. It hung from a thin, silver chain.
It was pretty and you did love collecting shiny things, so maybe you could ask your grandma if you could keep it. You pocket the necklace for now and, as you go to stand back up, you spot a piece of folded up paper on the floor. You grab the paper between two fingers and open it up. The tiny scrap of paper only has four words written on it.
The Reality Stone || Aether
Aether?
That word seemsâŚoddly familiar to you. Whyâ oh, right!
Your phone buzzes with a notification.
âRafayel is waiting for youâ
A scoff slips from your lips and you shake your head. You did need to check up on your game today and do your dailiesâŚand you did make a huge dent in the attic, so you're sure your grandma would allow you to rest for the remainder of the day. Then, tomorrow, she could help you with the rest!
With your decision made, you put your phone away and descend down the stairs. But then, your pocket feels oddly warm. Intensely soâ It's like it was burning a hole through your jeans and you pause mid-step to grab the necklace from your pocket, but you miss a step with your heel and you feel your body fall forward.
Panic spreads throughout your chest, because you know this won't be a pain-free tumble. You'd be lucky to escape with just a sprained ankle or wrist. Your eyes squeeze shut on impulse and instead of your body slamming into hardwood, you felt a face full ofâŚgrass?
âWhat the fucââ
As you sit up in a panic, your body freezes.
âŚhow the hell did you end up outside?
You scan your surroundings, but you don't recognize where you are.
You're surrounded by jasmines. Beautiful, fragrant flowers as far as the eye can see. A couple of scattered cherry blossom trees, but you were not in a forest. You were just on the outskirts of a city.
With a sigh, you take the reason for your troubles out of your pocket. The necklace. You give the red gem the dirtiest look you can muster before reluctantly clipping it around your neck. If this is what sent you here, you might as well keep it safe, until you figure out how to get back home. Then, you grab your phone.
MaybeâŚit just sent you to the next city over and your grandma could come pick you up.
You take a deep breath and unlock your phone, but your thumb freezes before you can tap anything.
âThe dateâŚWhat in the..â You can't even finish your sentence. You were so confused and panic was beginning to sink in. âIt's 2048?! ThisâŚmust be a joke, right?â
You rake your fingers through your hair and rise to your feet. âIt's fine. Let's try calling grandma,â you murmur to yourself. You try to keep your breathing calm, but you can already feel yourself beginning to panic as you hold the phone up to your ear.
It ringsâŚand ringsâŚand ringsâŚ
âThis number is no longer in serviceââ
âWhatever. Seriously, whatever. This is fine. Great, even. Everything is a-ohhhkay. Perfectly normal.â You pocket your phone and rest your head in your hand for a moment, then you take a deep breath and nod your head.
âAlright, I should head to the city first. No use freaking out. It's not like that'll get me home any faster.â You clench your hand into a fist and desperately hope you'll at least be able to reach the city before nightfallâŚ
âŚThe good news is, the city wasn't far at all. Well, it was far, but not three-hours-away type of far! So, you made it well before dark. According to your phone, it was only 5pm so you still had time to find a place for the night. Hopefully whatever place you decide to stay will take your cashâŚbut who knows maybe 2024 money is outdated in 2048.
âI'm sorry, we don't take this form of payment anymore.â
This was the third hotel you've checked tonightâŚYou take a seat on a bench near a large water fountain and hold your head in your hands. Even if it's twenty-four years in the future, they should still take your cash! This is insaneâ
As you tilt your head back to wallow in your sadness, you notice a billboard in the distance and you can feel the blood drain from your face.
âNo, no, noââ
You whip out your phone, making sure you have all your apps before you click on one specific one. You quickly tap the screen, murmuring, âCome onâŚcome on..â And once the game finally loads in, you navigate to the guidance tab.
âThe Chronorift Catastrophe of 2034âŚfourteen years ago. Fourteen plus 2034,â you nervously mutter as you chew on your thumbnail. âThat's 2048âŚthat billboard clearly said Linkon City.â You hold your hand over your mouth as dread fills your stomach.
You weren't in the real worldâŚof course that's why your cash wouldn't work. Were you in a coma? Did the fall hurt your head?
NoâŚif that were the case, you wouldn't have taken your bag with you, you wouldn't feel so panicky and cold right nowâŚor could you? You could be self aware and in a coma. But you didn't want to be, so you decided to brush the most realistic thought aside.
âThey recognized this money, so maybeâŚâ In the real world, old money could sell for a lot. Especially when it comes to collectors. So maybe you could find someone who would buy all of your old cash. That would definitely work for now, but what about in the future? You'd need money for however long you're going to be hereâŚugh, does that mean you need to find a job?
WaitâŚ
Wanderers and evols.
There were creatures here.
The thought sends shivers down your spine and you shrug your bag off to put your jacket back on.
As long as you didn't go into a rift you should be fine, right? You're almost positive wanderers never came out to terrorize peopleâ
Your thoughts are cut off by a loud scream and your head jerks in the direction of it with wide eyes.
There was a big ass blue portal in the middle of the street and fucking creatures were coming out of it!?
What the hell was your luck today??
You sling your bag back on, getting ready to run before a bright light blinds you and you shield your eyes. Squinting them to try and see where the light was coming from.
Once the light faded, your heart stuttered in your chest.
A tall man stood in the center of the road as the blue rift dissipates. His wispy, ash-blonde hair blowing in the wind as he turns his head to the side to talk to his companion next to him. From where you are, you can just barely make out his blue eyes.
Xavier?
ThenâŚwho was next to himâ
YâŚYou?
You slowly pull up your hood as you stare at the uncanny sight.
While she clearly didn't share the same hair or body type as you, everything else wasâŚidentical. Her eyes, her faceâŚIt was like looking in a mirror.
You were the main character, but you were not, at the same time.
âY/n, are you sure you're not overexerting yourself?â You could barely hear his voice over the wind, but your breath catches in your throat at your name coming from Xavierâs lips.
âI'm fine, I promise.â Youâ She replies with a small, almost pained, smile.
âThis is some bullshit,â you murmur under your breath, tapping your finger against your leg as you think about the unfairness of the situation.
Seriously!? You were brought here and youâ gosh, you really need to come up with a name for her before this gets confusing. Gemini? Sure, that works.
You were brought here and Gemini was already here?? It's so unfair to have two yous in the same timeline, especially when one already had a head start!
The male leads would definitely sacrifice you for her. They'd probably even tear out your heart, thinking it would fix hers.
You tug at your hair with a small groan of annoyance.
Fuck. Fuckâ
Deep breaths...
âAlright. I guess I'm staying up tonight.â You finally compose yourself and set your sight on a neon sign just across the road. âThe Nest seems like a good place to start. I could sell this old cash and hopefully get enough for a room tonight.â You pull out a black face mask from your bag and put it on so only your eyes are uncovered.
You'd have to be careful since you and Gemini were identical. You really didn't want to get kidnapped instead of her. Being the main character of an otome game is tough work and, honestly, she can have it. You didn't want to get involved.
It's not like the male leads would ever spare a second glance at you, so you'd surely be fineâŚRight?
âă
The bell overheard chimes as you step inside the dimly lit bar. The smell of cheap liquor and smoke hitting your nose through the mask and you hold back the urge to cough.
Act coolâŚ
You take a seat at the bar, drumming your fingers against the marbled counter as an employee makes his way over to you.
Without saying a word, you slide a 2017 quarter toward him and he raises a brow before placing an embossed business card down in front of you.
Okay, so if you remember correctly, whatever you write on here will disappear and then, the bartender will take the card and leave. If you have someone who is interested, he'll be back with a drink for you.
You grab a pen from the table and quickly scribble down on the paper.
âAnyone interested in old moneyâ
Honestly, you should probably be a bit careful, but you had no other way to gain information besides taking a few risks.
The ink disappears and the bartender takes the card, nodding at you before making his way to the back.
You just hope the glass wasn't black, though you doubt it. If the glass was black, it would mean you'd need to pay a high price for informationâ Perhaps your life. However, since you were only looking for a potential buyer, the chances of the glass being black were slim to none.
The employee comes back with a dark green shot glass and sets it down.
You look up at him with a raised brow and the employee decides to take pity on you, tapping the counter next to the glass. âGreen means someone is interested and they're willing to pay a lot.â Then, he jerks his head in the direction of the stairsâ the same stairs you recall Rafayel walking up before the main character got caught in one of the more recent chapters.
âAfter you drink this, head upstairs and it's the first door on your right.â
You nod your head and turn your body as you pull down your mask. You can't afford to let anyone see your face. You quickly down the shot and pull your mask back up, the liquid burning as it goes down your throat.
As an extra payment, you give the bartender a 2008 pennyâ borrowing change from your grandma was good in times like this. You had so many old coins, though your cash was closer to 2024. Either way, you still be able to make some money since they'd be over twenty-four years old.
Then, you leave the bar and head up the stairs. Your hand lightly hovering above the railing until you reach the top, then you head into the room on the right.
It appeared to be a VIP room.
An angled couch lined one half of the wall with a short table in the center. A few unopened drinks and a suitcase sat atop the table and in the corners of the room, near another door were two men. Bodyguards, maybe?
You take your seat, putting your mini-bookbag on your lap so you could be ready to show off your cashâ glad that your mask covered half of your face because you were starting to feel a little nervous.
After a few minutes of waiting, your nervousness turns to annoyance.
You roll your sleeves up and pull your hood down as if to show the bodyguard that you're safe and they can let their guy in now. Then, you lean back on the couch and cross your arms over your chest.
Seriously, how long would this dick keep you waitingâ
The door across the room swings open and someoneâŚfamiliar steps inside.
Well, that's just peachy, isn't it?
You try not to let your surprise show and sit up straight as the white haired man takes a seat in front of you and makes himself comfortable.
âYou seem a little too young to be in possession of old money. Did you steal it perhaps?â As Sylus speaks with one hand, you can feel nervousness sinking in once more. You clear your throat and pull out your wallet, tossing it toward him.
âSee for yourself.â You jerk your chin, hands resting on your knees. âI've even got old coins.â You take out your coin purse. âMy family used to collect them, but since I've got nowhere to goâŚI might as well sell them now.â You shrug, doing your best to concoct a story on the spot.
âHmmâŚâ Sylus pulls the bills out of your wallet, holding them under a light, before he nods. Though his eyes do falter on something in your wallet.
You know itâs not your ID or anything, since you made sure to take that out beforehand, but maybe the picture of your mom and dad?
As if to prove you right, Sylus takes the picture out, holding it between two fingers as he flips it over to inspect the back.
âWhat's a Deepspace Hunter's daughter doing at the Nest?â His eyes flick toward you and he raises an eyebrow.
AâŚ
Huh?
I hope y'all liked this chapter! It's going a bit slow, but it should be fine! I'm honestly not sure where to go from here, I'm just making it up on the spot. I have a loose plot from beginning to end, but I don't really have anything in the middle. So...
It'll be fine!
I'm sure y'all didn't expect your father to be from this universe! (I'll apologize again for giving him a name lmao) I'm also gonna say sorry beforehand if Sylus or anyone else seems a bit out of characterâ I'm doing my best.
Taglist; @ladyparamount , @the-love-of-my-life96 , @rui-drawsbox , @deputy-videogamer
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