#not sure who's more annoyed at the moment

[lilbabypanda-blog2]

Mydei x (fem)reader x Phainon

The training grounds were unusually quiet for a place that had just hosted one of Mydei and Phainon’s legendary competitions. A few scattered weapons lay forgotten in the dirt, the telltale signs of yet another impromptu duel between the two warriors. And right in the middle of the chaos, Phainon lay sprawled out on the ground, one arm draped over his forehead like a fallen hero.

The culprit? Mydei, according to Phainon.

When Y/N walked in, her footsteps light but quick with concern, her eyes immediately fell on the dramatic scene before her. Phainon, unmoving, save for the occasional twitch of his fingers, and Mydei standing over him with an expression that was caught somewhere between frustration and complete indifference.

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she rushed forward, kneeling beside Phainon. "What happened?" she asked, voice laced with worry.

Phainon, with all the grace of a seasoned performer, lifted a weak hand and pointed directly at Mydei. "The culprit… is him."

Y/N sighed, already knowing that the two had likely been at each other's throats over something incredibly stupid. Still, she was nothing if not caring, and seeing Phainon so pitifully sprawled out on the ground tugged at her sense of concern. She gently reached for his wrist, checking for any injuries, then brushed his hair from his forehead. "Are you hurt anywhere?" she asked softly.

Phainon peeked one eye open, barely suppressing a smug smirk at Mydei before shifting his expression into something far more pitiful. "Everywhere… Mydei was ruthless. I barely stood a chance."

Mydei scoffed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "You lost because you’re an idiot who doesn’t know when to quit."

Y/N shot him a disapproving look, one that made Mydei’s jaw tighten. She turned her attention back to Phainon, who took the opportunity to let out a slow, exaggerated sigh. "I don’t know if I’ll ever recover…"

Mydei exhaled sharply through his nose. "Oh, give me a break. You were fine two seconds ago."

Y/N, ignoring him, gently helped Phainon sit up, her hands steady on his shoulders. "You should have told me if you were training. I could’ve made sure neither of you got hurt."

Phainon grinned through his supposed agony. "That’s why you’re the best, Y/N. Always looking out for me. Unlike some people."

Y/N smiled softly, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Meanwhile, Mydei’s fingers twitched at his sides, his patience hanging by a thread. His jaw clenched as he glared at Phainon, who was now leaning comfortably into Y/N’s support, milking every ounce of sympathy he could get.

Then, just to drive the dagger in deeper, Phainon turned his head slightly and shot Mydei a triumphant smirk.

That was it.

Mydei’s eye twitched. He gritted his teeth, barely suppressing the urge to throw Phainon right back onto the ground where he belonged.

"Oh, come on," Mydei finally snapped. "He’s faking it! He’s not hurt. He’s just putting on a show so you’ll dote on him."

Y/N frowned, looking back at Phainon with concern. "He looks hurt."

Phainon sighed dramatically, resting his head against Y/N’s shoulder. "I appreciate you believing in me, Y/N. Some people just don’t have a heart."

Mydei let out a low, annoyed growl. "I swear to—"

Y/N turned back to him with a pointed glare. "Mydei, you should be more careful. You’re both strong warriors, but that doesn’t mean you should be reckless."

Mydei groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. He wasn’t used to being the one scolded, let alone over something this ridiculous. Meanwhile, Phainon basked in the moment, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Fine," Mydei muttered, looking away. "Next time, I’ll let him win."

Phainon snickered. "You say that like you could."

Mydei’s eye twitched again.

Y/N sighed, shaking her head as she helped Phainon fully to his feet. "Just promise me you two won’t go overboard next time."

"Of course, Y/N," Phainon said, flashing a charming grin. "Anything for you."

Mydei resisted the overwhelming urge to tackle him right then and there.

As they walked off, Phainon still leaning against Y/N for support, he took one last glance at Mydei over his shoulder and mouthed, "Jealous?"

Mydei exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay calm.

Next time, he was definitely throwing Phainon into the dirt—whether Y/N was watching or not.

[gummydummy19]

No one else

Summary: You see Price again for the first time after he went on mission…and after you slept with him months ago

Content Warning: mentions of smut, angst, age gap

Pairing: John Price x reader (NO GENDER/LOOKS SPECIFIED)

A/N: short, sweet and angsty, folks! this has been in my drafts for a looooong time, enjoy <3

Word Count: 1100+

“I…I haven’t...been...with anyone else, you know?”

“What?”, He looked down at you, your head resting on his sticky chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Since you left…I uhm….I haven’t slept with anyone else.”

It had been months since you last saw him.

You and John had been friends for years. Sure, he was a little older than you, but you never cared. He was handsome and smart and kind and he always knew what to do.

He was the one you called when your car broke down on the side of the road. The one who took you for a drink after a long day at work.

And last summer, he suddenly became the one who made you cum so many times you forgot your own name.

It was a one-time thing. A moment of heated passion between two friends. The fact that you'd had a crush on him for over a year played no part in the matter.

Besides, you didn't have much time to dwell, because the next morning when he got called into work, he was told that he was needed for another mission.

Well it turns out, that did actually leave you lots of time to dwell. Six months of it.

It had gone by incredibly fast and agonizingly slow at the same time, but there he was, back home, taking sips of his beer on your couch while you cooked him his first decent meal in half a year.

You'd been eyeing each other all night. Small talk paired with small touches. After dessert, when there were no more dishes to be washed, no more stupid questions to be asked, nowhere left to hide, he kissed you.

And that left you here, in your bedroom. Tangled in the forest green sheets, sweaty and satisfied. His rough hands drew gentle shapes on your shoulder until you opened your stupid mouth.

“I havent been with anyone else…”

Price was quiet, with an expression on his face that gave little away.

The silence grew thicker by the second. An uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach and you started to regret even saying anything.

You were about to mumble out an excuse, apologize, tell him never mind, and that it was silly. Your mouth opened but before the first sound could fly out of your throat, he broke the silence.

“Neither have I.”, he stated dryly.

“You haven’t?”, you sat up a little, getting a better look at his face.

“You thought I had?” He raised his brow a little, you could tell it was a reflex. He almost looked…annoyed.

"Yeah, I mean...no....I don't know", you babbled.

"Well, I didn't."

"You could have."

"I didn't want to." he replied with just a twinge of irritation, “Did you want me to?”

“No I just…I wouldn’t have been mad…if you had.”

His brows twisted in what can only be described as a dumbfounded frown.

“What the…” he grumbled, sitting up fully too. “So if I would have fucked some other lass, you would’a been totally fine with that?”

Your eyes darted around nervously as you tried to figure out how to answer that question.

“I just…you can do what you want. You don’t have any responsibilities towards me. I would have understood if you had…if…if you’d…”

The thought of him with another woman made you sick to your stomach, but you knew you couldn't have expected that of him. That he'd stayed loyal to someone he'd slept with once.

Well...twice now.

"Alright then, good to know how you feel," he said as he got out of bed, quickly grabbing his boxers off the floor and pulling them on.

"W-, Price, where are you going?"

"I clearly got this all wrong, that's on me."

"No wait, please! I...I'm sorry I just...I..." you babbled. Your chest felt tight, that familiar feeling of panic settled in the pit of your stomach as you watched him grab his stuff off the floor.

“Can you please just hold on a minute? Please?”, you pleaded, “John!”

That got his attention. His eyes locked with yours as he stood there brooding like an angry bear.

“I thought…” he started, you could tell he was trying to keep himself composed, “I thought we had something. I thought we were something. A thing. The pair of us.”

You sat there on the bed, with your thin sheet wrapped flimsily around yourself, staring up at him.

“John…I”

“I know we didn’t exactly have a conversation about it…but after what happened I just sort of assumed…and I shouldn’t have.”

“No! God, I’m such an idiot…I'm just expressing myself all wrong…", you tried explaining, “I wanted you to know I hadn’t been with anyone else…because I don’t want anyone else…but I also know we didn’t talk about it so I would have no right to be mad if you…if you had…”

“Screwed someone else?”, he damn near barked.

“Yeah…", you visibly flinched at the thought this time. "Can you please sit back down? Please?"

He obliged. The mattress dipped a little as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his back toward you. The room was quiet again. You didn't really know what to say or do...you had missed him so much...all you wanted was to be close to him, that was all you had wanted for months.

You were staring at the freckles on his back and you couldn't help but lean closer, your lips carefully brushing against the skin and pressing a loving kiss there. You felt him tense up, yet he remained quiet.

"The thought alone makes me sick..." you started, hoping he would get what you were referring to, "but I would have understood, you were gone for a long time and you didn’t make any promises to me”

You felt him tense up again when you said that last part.

“M'not angry at you sweetheart, I'm just angry at myself ", he turned around, his sweet, blue eyes gazing at you with nothing but love and affection.

"I promised my heart to you a long time ago, I was just too dense to tell you about it..."

"Oh, John..", was all you could muster, you reached out and gently put your hand against his bearded cheek. He leaned into your touch, placing his own hand over yours.

"I should have at least made it clear how I felt, sweetheart, instead of leaving you wondering if I was fucking someone else for six months. Because I wasn’t. All I wanted was to be with you. There’s no one else I want, love.”

You were at a loss for words, so you settled for a kiss. Not that he was complaining, because he immediately maneuvered you onto his lap, mumbling praises and apologies.

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🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ikaw lang

— synopsis: caleb is back, but he's different. he looks the same, talks the same—but something about him feels just out of reach, like a melody you can’t quite remember. the boy who used to piggyback you home, who cut apples for you without complaint, who always found a way to annoy and protect you in equal measure—he's not here anymore. and yet, as you watch him silently peel an apple, his hands steady and sure, you realize something. you still want him. even if he’s changed. even if he's not the same. because no matter what, he’s never leaving you again. — note/s: first post on tumblr im a bit intimidated HAHA wrote this while listening to ikaw lang by nobita and also realized i NEED filo caleb. save me filo caleb save me I NEED TO WRITE A FILO COLLEGE/HS AU OF HIM SO BAD

cross-posted on ao3! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

caleb has changed, you realize grimly.

he sounds the same, looks the same, talks the same—

but he's not your caleb.

he's not the same caleb who used to piggyback you home after school, he's not the same caleb who would use you as his fake girlfriend to ward off his fangirls, he's not the same caleb who would slice apples for you because you would always complain about being lazy... no.

when you look at this man's—this stranger's—face, you do not see your caleb. you see fleet colonel caleb of the farspace fleet, you see a soldier hardened by war, a man who has seen too much and lost even more.

"—pipsqueak? pipsqueakk— earth to pipsqueak? oh, there she is! hello, what has gotten you so out of it? you're staring, y'know."

caleb raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the kitchen counter like he belongs there. like this is normal. like you haven’t been standing here, silently cataloging every little thing that’s different about him.

"am i?" you blink, tilting your head, feigning ignorance. "you sure it’s not you just being self-conscious?"

"as if," he scoffs, and there—there it is. a glimpse of him, of the boy you knew, the boy who used to flick your forehead whenever you got too smug.

but then it’s gone, swallowed up by something older, something colder.

his fingers tap against the counter, a steady rhythm. you used to recognize all his nervous habits. the way he’d scratch the back of his neck when lying, the way his nose scrunched when he was about to say something stupid. this? this tapping? you don’t know this one.

"well?" he prompts. "you gonna tell me why you’re looking at me like i grew a second head?"

"you’d be lucky if that happened. then you’d have twice the brain cells," you retort automatically. safe. easy. the kind of banter you used to have.

it works. he rolls his eyes, lips twitching like he wants to smirk. "real original. you workshopping that one while zoning out?"

you shrug, moving to the fridge. "maybe."

his eyes follow you. you feel them, just like you feel the weight of his presence in this space that suddenly feels too small. he was gone for so long, and now he’s here, standing in your kitchen like nothing’s changed.

like everything hasn’t.

"you still eat those awful store-bought apple slices?" he asks, nodding toward the fridge.

"mm. got tired of cutting them myself."

he exhales sharply—something between a laugh and a sigh. "figures. lazy as ever."

you expect him to leave it at that, but then, before you can process it, he’s reaching for the fruit bowl on the counter. a knife glints in his hand, and for a second, your breath catches. not because you’re afraid—no, never of him—but because of how he holds it.

not with the careless ease of someone cutting fruit. but with the precise grip of a soldier trained to kill.

a second too late, he seems to realize it too. his fingers shift, adjusting to something more casual, more familiar.

"still want them peeled?" he asks, tone too light.

you force yourself to breathe. "obviously."

he hums. starts peeling. his movements are too smooth, too calculated, but for a moment, if you squint, you can almost pretend.

almost.

he hands you a slice without looking up. you take it.

it tastes the same.

you chew slowly, watching him, waiting for something—anything—that feels real.

his gaze flickers to yours, unreadable. then, softer, quieter—

"good?"

the apple sits heavy on your tongue.

you swallow.

"yeah."

you chew, swallow, and place the half-eaten slice on the counter. caleb watches, waiting for something—maybe for you to complain about how the pieces aren’t cut evenly like you used to. but you don’t. you just stare at him, this version of him, and you realize something.

you still want him.

not just the boy he used to be—the one who would throw you over his shoulder just to prove he could, the one who’d grumble about being your fake boyfriend but always played the part too well. no, you want this caleb, too. the one who stands before you now, heavier with the weight of things unsaid, carrying shadows you don’t recognize.

your fingers twitch, and before you can overthink it, you reach out. you expect him to flinch when you press your palm against his wrist—his grip tightens just slightly around the knife, but he doesn’t pull away.

"caleb." you say his name like an answer to a question neither of you have asked.

his jaw tightens. he sets the knife down, slow and deliberate. when he finally looks at you, his eyes are searching, guarded—but underneath it, there’s something raw. something afraid.

"i know," he says. and it’s barely a whisper, but you hear everything. the guilt, the exhaustion, the hesitation.

you exhale. "i never said anything."

"you don’t have to." his lips press into a thin line. "i can tell."

you consider denying it, telling him he’s being dramatic, but you’re tired of pretending. so instead, you squeeze his wrist, grounding him.

"it’s okay," you say quietly. "if you’re no longer the same caleb I knew."

his breath hitches. you feel it more than you hear it.

"because either way—" you tighten your grip, firm, unwavering, "you’re never leaving me again."

his body stills. like he’s waiting for the catch, for the conditions, for something that makes this feel less like a promise and more like a fleeting moment he can let slip through his fingers.

but you don’t take it back.

caleb swallows. his free hand twitches at his side, like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to.

"say it again," he murmurs, voice barely above a breath.

you step closer. "you’re never leaving me again. i won't let you."

this time, he exhales shakily, as if he’s been holding his breath for years. and then—finally—he rests his forehead against yours.

neither of you move.

the apples sit forgotten on the counter.

(caleb drops a bag onto the counter with a dull thud.

you glance at it, then at him. “what’s this?”

“apples,” he says, already rolling up his sleeves.

you blink. “they’re not pre-cut.”

“no shit,” he snorts, pulling out a knife. "figured you were overdue for the real thing.”

you watch as he starts peeling—smooth, practiced movements, no hesitation. he still holds the knife like a soldier, but his hands are steady, deliberate. for you.

a slice appears in front of your face. you take it without a word. it tastes fresher, sweeter.

he smirks. “better than that store-bought crap?”

you chew, swallowing down something thick in your throat, replacing it with something lighter in your chest.

“…yeah.”)

[camerahaterlittle]

Morning | Beth Mead

Summary: An early morning with Beth before training

Warnings: bad writing and grammar bad attempts at fluff and quite short if I'm being honest

You let out a groan nuzzling closer to Beth when the alarm you set every morning for training went off already a bit annoyed that you'd have to get up and remove yourself from Beth just to get ready.

Beth chuckled, running a hand through your hair, having been up a couple of minutes before the alarm went off, just enjoying the quietness of the morning since Myle was yet to wake up. Beth's voice is still slightly raspy from just waking up cut through the quietness of the room.

"Morning love, it's time to get up" You grumbled in protest at the thought of leaving Beth's arms and facing the cold air of the morning. Your groggy, tired, filled voice cut through the quietness a few moments later "5 more minutes".

Beth let out a sigh, already knowing just from that it'd be hard to get you up and out of bed to get ready. "Darling as much as I'd love to give you five more minutes, I've snoozed the last couple of alarms just to let you sleep". You cursed Renée in your head for the early morning training session as you sat up yawning the blanket, now pooling at your waist.

After staring at the wall for a couple of minutes, you got up out of bed, grumbling on your way to the bathroom moving past Myle who was lying on the floor next to the bathroom starting to brush your teeth ignoring Beth's laugh amused by your annoyance of having to get up.

Beth got up not too long after you started brushing your teeth, coming up behind you wrapping her arms around you, swaying you both before she grabbed her own toothbrush, starting to brush her own teeth keeping her one arm around you.

When you both were done brushing your teeth, you turned to face her finally kissing her for the first time this morning it was a lazy, passion kiss lasting a good two minutes before you pulled away to do your hair and get dressed. You pulled your hair up into a ponytail, making sure there were no fly aways once you were sure it looked good you left the bathroom to go put on a change of clothes as Beth did her own hair.

You grabbed one of Beth's Arsenal hoodies throwing it on before you grabbed a pair of your sweatpants, putting them on grabbing a pair of socks beginning to head out of your shared bedroom to the kitchen Myle finally having woken up following behind you.

You sat down, putting on your socks petting Myle once you were done chuckling as she glanced at her dog bowl, clearing wanting food you got up grabbing her food, pouring some into her bowl watching as she immediately started to eat.

Once Myle's food was sorted, you got to work on yours and Beth's food, making something light since you knew you'd be eating more before training started. While you were in the middle of making your guys food, Beth came up behind you once again looking over your shoulder to see what you were making this time, which was a simple fruit filled smoothie.

Beth smiled at the sight, starting to hum one of your guys favorite songs starting to help you out with making the smoothie both of you working in sync of each other already having a practiced routine even though you just moved in together 2 weeks ago after spending almost everyday at each other's apartment.

Once the smoothies were done, you poured them into your cups, sitting down at the table starting to drink it while you did a Norwegian cross word puzzle. While Beth was giving Myle attention, you equally had quiet mornings but also loud mornings just depended on the day, and clearly, this was a quiet morning between you two.

Soon enough, you both finished your smoothies getting up. You took yours and Beth's cup washing them out while she grabbed both of your bags out the closet, setting them on the floor before putting on her shoes you following not too long after grabbing the bags saying goodbye to Myle before you were out the door.

On your way to training mornings with Beth had always been your favorite part of the day, no matter how it started. You always said you only enjoyed your company but ever since you met Beth and got closer to her you slowly grew to love her company just as much maybe even more than your own company and that was just fine since you loved Beth with all you had.

(Any feedback is very much so appreciated)

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

(x)

It had basically become a running joke—no matter where you went, Jungkook would just… show up. Every city, every café, every Airbnb. Like it was totally normal.

At first, you thought it was just him being stubborn. But after a few weeks, it became clear—he wasn’t going to stop.

Honestly, you were starting to think he enjoyed the long drives more than actually seeing you.

And every time he showed up, he somehow ended up crashing at your place. It happened so often that even your coworkers at the café started noticing.

“You guys sure you’re just friends?” one of them asked, eyeing Jungkook as he leaned lazily against the counter, waiting for you to finish your shift.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously.”

“Uh-huh,” another one chimed in. “Because totally normal ‘friends’ drive six hours just to hang out.”

Jungkook smirked, nudging you. “Yeah, Y/N. What kind of friend does that?”

You shot him a look. “The annoying kind.”

He just chuckled.

___

One night, after a long shift, you called Jungkook just to chat. You weren’t feeling great, and the second he heard you cough, he immediately switched to full-on drama mode.

“Jeez, Y/N, you sound like a grandpa who’s been chain-smoking since dinosaurs existed.”

“Wow, thanks. That’s super comforting.”

“Did you take medicine?”

“Not yet. I’ll get some tomorrow.”

Apparently, that wasn’t an acceptable answer. Because the next day, while you were curled up in bed, there was an obnoxiously loud knock at the door.

You dragged yourself over, opened it, and—

“What the— Jeon Jungkook?!”

There he stood, looking way too proud of himself, holding a bag full of medicine, snacks, and—was that a hot water bottle shaped like a bear?

He breezed past you like he owned the place, dumping the bag on the table. “You sounded like death last night, so I took half a day off to bring you this.”

You blinked at him. “You drove two hours… just to bring me medicine?”

“Yup.”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, “that’s such a waste of time! I could’ve just bought it myself.”

He gasped, clutching his chest. “A waste of time? Wow.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“And let you avoid me for a week? No thanks.”

You paused, narrowing your eyes. “What?”

“You do this every time. The moment you get sick, you start avoiding me like I’m the plague because you’re scared I’ll catch it.”

You flopped onto the couch, exhausted. “Well, yeah?” you frowned. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

“I don’t care if I get sick, Y/N,” he muttered. “I just don’t like it when you avoid me.” He sat beside you, handing you a warm bottle of tea.

Your chest tightened.

You knew Jungkook wasn’t a fan of distance. But you never realized it actually bothered him when you avoided him while sick.

You sighed as you took the bottle from his hand. “It’s just a cold.”

“I know,” he murmured, pouting. “But… I guess I’m scared I’ll lose you.”

Your heart did a weird little flip.

“…You’re not gonna lose me, idiot,” you muttered.

Jungkook stared at you for a moment, his usual cocky grin softening into something… real.

“Good. Now take the damn medicine before I force-feed it to you.”

You groaned. “And there it is.”

“Dead people don’t complain, Y/N. Take. The. Pills.”

You swatted his hand away as he tried to open the bottle for you, but deep down, you knew.

This wasn’t just friendship anymore.

And maybe, just maybe… you didn’t mind that at all.

[pukefactory]

✦•〰〰• DOG DAY AFTERNOON •〰〰•✦

·ᴥ· Summary: Pebble X Reader Headcannons (PLATONIC)

·ᴥ· Character(s): Pebble Dancifer Jr. (Dandy’s World)

·ᴥ· Genre: Headcannons, SFW

·ᴥ· Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

·ᴥ· Image Credits: @lavendergalactic

𐂯 Pebble follows you everywhere. The moment you shift even slightly, he’s already trailing behind, his big, unblinking googly eyes locked onto you with unsettling precision. It doesn’t matter how fast you move or how quietly you try to slip away—somehow, some way, Pebble is always there. You gave up questioning how a literal rock moves so quickly long ago. Some mysteries are better left unsolved.

𐂯 Though he cannot speak, his silent stares convey more than words ever could. Take the last slice of pizza without offering to share, and an eerie pressure settles over you. You glance up—and there he is, motionless, watching. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink. He simply sits, unyielding, his gaze drilling into your soul until the weight of your choices becomes unbearable. It’s a special kind of judgment, one that makes you reconsider everything.

𐂯 When you’re upset, Pebble never tries to “fix” things or overwhelm you with affection. Instead, he simply exists beside you, unmoving, his presence grounding in a way you can’t quite explain. He doesn’t nuzzle into your side like a normal pet might—he just sits, a silent sentinel, sharing the moment with you. At first, it’s unsettling, but over time, his quiet companionship becomes oddly comforting. It’s nice knowing you’re not alone.

𐂯 Despite his rocky exterior, Pebble has a surprising weakness: treats. The moment he spots one in your hands, his entire demeanor shifts. He sits upright, his tiny form practically trembling with anticipation. He doesn’t bark or whine, but there’s an undeniable energy to him, as if he’s vibrating with sheer excitement. You suspect the other Toons have spoiled him—he never seems to expect just one. If anything, he looks personally offended when you try to limit his intake.

𐂯 Challenge him to a staring contest, and you will lose. Instantly. The first few seconds feel normal enough, but then the existential dread creeps in. His wide, unblinking eyes bore into you with unwavering intensity, an empty gaze that makes you wonder if he’s peering into the very depths of your soul. You blink first—of course you do. And yet, even after your inevitable defeat, he keeps staring, as if victorious.

𐂯 Pebble may be small, but his presence is anything but weak. If someone annoys or upsets you, he plants himself between you and them, letting out the deepest, most gravelly growl you’ve ever heard. It’s a sound that shouldn’t be possible for something without vocal cords, yet there it is—low, rumbling, and utterly unnerving. Most Toons take the hint and back off immediately. Those who don’t soon realize that Pebble never forgets. Ever.

𐂯 Since he’s constantly by Dandy’s side, Pebble has taken on the unofficial role of messenger. You’ve received more than a few notes and cryptic sketches, always delivered with the same eerie routine: Pebble stares at you, unmoving, until you take the message from his possession. Sometimes, the notes make sense—quick updates, reminders, the occasional doodle from Dandy. Other times, they are stranger. Symbols you don’t recognize. Sketches of places you’ve never seen. You’re never quite sure if Dandy actually sent them or if Pebble decided to deliver something on his own.

𐂯 Cuddling with Pebble is an experience. He insists on it from time to time, usually after a long day or when he senses you need comfort. The logistics, however, are tricky. He’s made of stone—sharp edges, solid weight, not exactly the most comfortable companion. And yet, when he curls up against you, he’s oddly warm, as if he’s absorbed the day’s heat and is now radiating it back in a way that feels almost soothing. Despite logic telling you otherwise, it’s… nice.

𐂯 Pebble is intensely protective, sometimes to an extreme degree. If you so much as stumble, he becomes hyper-alert for the rest of the day, suspiciously eyeing every object in your vicinity. He growls at inanimate things as if they personally wronged you. A loose floorboard? Enemy. A misplaced chair? Absolute menace. A rock in the road? Betrayer of his own kind. You appreciate the concern, but it’s hard not to laugh when he aggressively guards you from a particularly offensive-looking table leg.

𐂯 Sometimes, the strangest thing about Pebble isn’t his behavior—it’s where you find him. You go to bed with him resting in the corner of your room, only to wake up with him perched at the foot of your bed. Or somehow sitting atop a high shelf. Or, in the most unsettling cases, locked inside a cabinet you are absolutely certain you never put him in. You’ve stopped questioning it. Pebble is just Pebble.

[tetragonia]

A Functional Family

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

summary: Gojo took you and 9 year-old Megumi to a restaurant down the road. It was the closest you all had to a functional family.

notes: fluff/angst? Megumi is a smol bean, younger!Gojo, and all that

words: 600+

It was a rare evening off, and the three of you found yourselves at a small, cozy restaurant tucked in the corner of a quiet street in Tokyo.

The neon lights outside flickered as you sat down at a corner booth, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

Gojo, ever the curious one, was leaning over the menu like it was a life-or-death decision. He didn't seem to notice how Megumi was absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the table, eyes focused more on you than the menu itself. You already decided what to eat just from a glance. You almost finished the novel you brought, knowing that this would be another long day with Gojo.

"Just pick something already," you said lightly, not even looking up from your book.

"Give me a second, (Y/N)! This is crucial," Gojo replied, flashing his usual mischievous grin. "I need the perfect dish to accompany our evening. Can't just settle for anything."

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well he’d pick something without a second thought once he made his decision. Megumi, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, finally broke his silence.

"Do you two always get along like this?" Megumi asked, his voice quiet but amused.

You looked at him, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You were just introduced to Megumi a couple months ago, but you already knew that this kid was way too mature for his age. Too perceptive as well sometimes.

"What do you mean, Megumi-chan? Can’t you tell? We’re the perfect team."

Gojo raised an eyebrow at you, "I dunno, (Y/N). You seem a little too relaxed around me for someone who constantly gets annoyed by my antics."

You chuckled softly.

"The more I get used to you, the less I care about your nonsense. But don’t get comfortable—I know when to reel you in," you winked at Megumi, who now had a knowing smile on his face.

"I don’t think I've ever seen this side of you, (Y/N)," Megumi said, voice just a little quieter, his gaze soft. "You were always serious and hardworking."

You paused, realizing how much you had come to rely on their company, the warmth you hadn’t realized you craved. You reached out to ruffle Megumi’s hair, her touch light but affectionate.

"That's 'Onee-san' to you, Megumi-chan," she teased.

Gojo snorted from across the table, "Hey, that’s my line. I'm the one who's been his big brother, not you!"

You raised an eyebrow.

"Sure, Toru, but I'm the one he respects the most," youw voice was playful, but there was something softer in her eyes when she looked at Megumi.

Megumi didn’t argue, though the blush on his face betrayed the warmth he felt in that moment. He might even want to ask Gojo if Tsumiki could join them too one day...

Suddenly, the elderly woman serving them came by and paused to smile at the sight of you three.

"Aah, what a happy family you are," she said with a grin, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the three of you, pausing on Megumi. “He looks like you, Ma’am.”

Gojo choked on his drink, you coughed, and Megumi blinked, clearly caught off guard by the comment.

You, trying to regain her composure, cleared your throat, "Oh, I—"

Gojo, ever the one to make a scene, put a hand over his heart dramatically, "I know, right? I'm just so proud of my family."

You shot him a glare while the nice old lady smiled and went back to the kitchen.

"Satoru, you're the last person I want to hear that from. And do I look that old for people to assume that I’m Megumi-chan’s mother? Oh, no.”

But despite the teasing, there was a warmth in your voice as you spoke, an unspoken acknowledgment of the bond they had. Even Megumi, his face still flushed, couldn’t help but smile softly.

It was moments like this—small, unexpected, and full of unspoken connection—that made the chaos of their lives worth it. A family, even if it was one of their own making.

[theseinfernalangels]

Hit Me - Dain Aetos

Synopsis: Dain singles you out to train with him after you recover from an injury. You can’t stand him…And, Gods, doesn’t he know it.

A/N: So…I’m probably being quite annoying with the amount of things I’ve posted in the last week alone. That’s okay! I actually quite enjoy writing a ton of stuff at once lol. This takes place in the perspective of one of my OCs - a cadet in Dain’s wing, Cadet Holt. This is my first time actually trying to write out combat, so go easy on me 😭 And enjoy!

You knew exhaustion. The ache of always being on the move, of never allowing yourself to take a moment to rest, had more of a presence in your life than your own parents. You never minded when pain sang its familiar song to you through your bones.

Right now, though, the song was a three-act choral play with no intermission.

Your eyes had practically popped from their sockets when Violet approached you earlier in the day to warn you that Dain, your annoyingly strict Wingleader, had ordered that you spar with him individually for a few hours. Sure, you’d missed out on some training after sustaining a sprained wrist (the fucker who did it got his nose broken in return, so you were satisfied), but…Training with Dain, of all people? 

Your dragon, Fíoch, had let out an amused growl. Look on the bright side, Little Flame. Now I have an excuse to burn him to a crisp if he injures you further.

Okay. Maybe you could live with that.

Any pretense you’d entered the sparring gym with had been shattered as you stagger, your jaw clenching and the pain in your wrist screaming at you to just stop moving. You knew that Dain held the same disdain for you as you did him – the two of you clashed more than any other Wingleader and cadet should – but you didn’t think he’d ever take that out on you like he was right now. Had you said something too out of line? Was it because you toed the line with almost every rule in the stupid Codex that he dared to utter at you? Was it the fact that you were the cadet who challenged him like it was your day job?

He paces in a wide semi-circle around you, taking in your shaky form with narrowed eyes. “On your feet, Holt,” he commands you sharply. “Don’t tell me an hour or two of combat is too much for you.”

You briefly consider strangling him.

“If that was too much for me,” you spit, moving to circle him, “then I’d be dead already.”

He snorts. “With the time it took for you to come up with a response, your head could have been cut clean off. Get up and stay up.”

You consider the consequences of strangling him.

You force yourself to move back, analyzing his stance as you both circle each other. He still stands tall and strong, even though he’s panting a little. You can use that against him, surely. You stalk toward him, trying to figure out a plan while in motion. You couldn’t use your still-injured wrist without hurting it, but that was your dominant wrist. You swear under your breath. If you walked out of this on your own two feet, you’d make sure there was hell to pay for him.

Pouncing, you swing your bad wrist towards his face, duck and turn, and jab your elbow into his ribs. Dain grunts and pulls back, kicking at the back of your knees. The movement startles you, but life before Basgiath taught you to always keep moving, to never let yourself rest once. You fall into a roll and grab his ankle and pull, yanking his foot out from under him as you spring over him to wrestle him into the ground.

It’s a bad idea on your part. Dain is much bigger and broader than you, and he has no trouble seizing your waist and rolling on top of you, pinning you easily by your arms.

He takes in a deep breath before leaning towards you, his voice low. “Better. You need to get used to not having any weapons on you. You won’t always have that luxury when you’re in the thick of fighting. Is this the best you can do?”

You don’t waste your breath on a reply this time. 

Wise move, Little Flame, Fíoch praises you. Do not let him get into your mind. That’s my job, and he’s not taking it.

        You don’t reply to that, either, sliding your mental shields up and struggling under Dain’s weight as you try to come up with an escape plan. One of his hands sits directly on your injured wrist, and when he roughly presses you further into the mat beneath you, spots swirl in your vision in agony.

        Breathe, stupid, you order yourself. It’s just a sprain, and he’s just a douche.

        You buck your knees up, moving him off-balance just enough to throw him off you with a force you didn’t expect. You stand and lunge again, your brain hazy from the throbbing of your wrist. This wouldn’t be over until one of you yielded. Dain would never yield until you’d properly throttled him, and you’d be too stubborn to yield even if you had a knife to your neck. You bowl him over again, grabbing him by the shoulders and practically shoving him back down into the mat with a gasp of effort. Your hands pin his above his head, and you’re left panting above him, your throat filling with bile from the quick motions.

        He raises an eyebrow before he speaks in a strained voice. “You look like you’re getting emotional, Holt.”

        You don’t register what he means until you realize that you’re shaking, and your eyes are narrowed furiously. You probably look like you want to kill him – which, to your credit, you do…Sometimes.

        You glare down at him. “You’re pissing me off.” It was more than that, really. You were angry. You hated that he singled you out, that he was so intent on making you yield, that he thought you were too out of line. He absolutely frustrated you to no end, and you wouldn’t mind seeing him humbled for once.

        He just shoots a taunting smile up at you. “If you’re mad, then why don’t you use that anger? Beat me at least once, cadet. Make me yield before I make you.”

        Did…Did that asshole just pull rank on you?

        He did. The wicked gleam in his eyes confirms it.

        You’re off of him before he can shake you off, putting every ounce of fury you feel into your blows. For once, your mind is clear with a single goal: Make him yield. Get him down and make him yield. Shut him up. He catches you by the arm and tugs you down, but you don’t go down easy. Straining, you hook your leg over his waist and pull him down with you, and he lets out a sharp huff of surprise as he falls. You waste no time in sending a blow to his lips, knocking him back; there’s a blow to his chest, and another, and another, before you end up wrapping your hands around his neck and forcing him down into the mat. You press into his jugular, squeezing hard enough to actually make him feel it. You want him to feel that, to feel your anger and disdain and annoyance. From the choked hiss that he utters, you’re sure he does.

        “Yield,” you snarl in a voice you hardly recognize, your nails digging little crescents into his skin. Dain just stares up at you for a moment as if you were someone else, as if he was actually seeing just how terribly you wanted to get him to shut up. He’s silent for a moment. One beat. Two. You count up to five before one of his hands snakes up to grip your wrists. He doesn’t throw you off of him, though; instead, he gently presses up and lifts your wrists enough so that you’re not totally cutting off his air supply.

        “Dirty,” he grits out, “but acceptable. I yield.”

        Internally, you let out a sigh of relief, sliding off of him and wincing at the audible gasp he makes once your hands aren’t around his neck. It makes you cringe; sure, you really dislike the Wingleader, but the little pants that resound from him as he sits up make you…uncomfortable. 

        He turns to face you after a few heartbeats. Where you expect annoyance, though, you find something like begrudging approval in his eyes. You expect him to scold you for pulling such a dirty move on him, but his words, spoken through the blood of a split lip, surprise you.

        “Much better, Holt. Next time, don’t hesitate as much before you lunge. It’ll make your strikes cleaner and more efficient.”

        He stands, offering you a hand. You eye him suspiciously before taking it and letting him haul you to your feet. He inspects you for a moment before taking a few steps back.

        “You’re dismissed. Rewrap that hand and find someone in the infirmary to look at it. I don’t need you missing any more hours just because of an injury.”

        You force yourself to nod once before you turn to leave the sparring gym, tiredness leeching at your body as you move.

        And as you catch his gaze one last time, just for one miniscule moment…You swear his gaze softens.

[birbmotherpigeon]

HERMIT UNIVERSITY socmed

PART 7

Mumbo was doing his best to type and walk at the same time. He had gotten extremely bored when his arms started aching. He was carrying spare parts for Tangos robot to the workshop. His own little Grumbot was already waiting there. He picked up his speed when he entered the building. He was just a few steps away from his corrodior when a big bumbling man turned the corner and they crash into eachother.

Mumbo being a long lean thing fell like a puppet who's strings released on impact. The bigger man didn't seem to keep himself up much better. The bigger man landed on his bum, Mumbo landing face first in his lap.

"Woah there! you okay buddy?" The man asked from above Mumbo, who froze absolutely mortified. Slowly he turned around in the lap of the strange man looking straight up at the *Damn* at the very handsome man.

"Y-yeah I....I okay, Me, buddy is" He managed to get out. He was screaming at himself internally. This was the guy! The shirtless man form the other day. The guy with the cat who moved into Mumbos old dorm. Hadn't he been so mortified he would've wanted to say something to the very handsome young man. Instead he slowly rose to his feet. started to pick up his robotic pieces before he excused himself.

"I'm terribly sorry, I need to go" He said, He didn't even have the time to reflect over the other man's crutches. Nor his extremely confused expression as Mumbo rushed off.

Scar, the mystery handsome man in question, slowly got back on his feet. He saw a metallic mustache laying on the floor as he rose...He picked it up. Looked back one last time before shrugging and continuing his own way.

Gem sighed. She knew her friend was just being dramatic. As she arrives to the workshop so does Tango and Impulse.

"GEMSTONE! what you doing here?" Impulse calls to his roommate as he spots her. She smiles with a shrug.

"Mumbo had a mortifying wet cat moment" She explained and before anyone could say anything more Mumbo was already standing in the doorway to the workshop looking like said wet cat.

"Gem :(" he whined, she had to force down a laugh as to not laugh in her friends face. Tango was not so talented but he got a swift elbow in the side from Impulse.

"I couldn't even say I was okay!!" He whined sitting down with a deep sigh. "Why can't I just be silly with the dorm thing!! why do I have to be socially awkward too" He continued to vent his heart out. He did lose her though

"Excuse me? what? dorm thing?" She repeated, Mumbos face dropped again as he thought about it. He groaned annoyed.

"Yeah I forgot to sign up for a dorm" He explained exasperated

"Well where did you sleep this night?" Gem pressed

"Tango let me crash at their dorm. I'm gonna stay there until there's a vacancy" Mumbo continued his explanation. Gem felt a dread in her stomach

"Ooooh, Mumbo you can't do that they're gonna start doing impromptu dorm checks next week" She said as carefully as she could without freaking Mumbo out even more.

"WHAT" she shouted it hadn't helped. Gem walked up to the tall man. Impulse and Tango followed suit.

"Well yeah they're checking to make sure no one unwanted is at uni" She explained Mumbos shoulders dropped aswell now.

"I guess that makes sense but" He sighed not finishing his thoughts.

"Gem don't tell on us please" Impulse suddenly said, Gem must've had made some face that made him worry. She shaked her head

"Of course not!" She said, she would never rat out her friend.

"Good, and Mumbo we'll just always be ready to hide you until you have your own dorm. Can't be too hard" Tango finished in Impulse stead. Gem was tempted to argue but Mumbo seemed to be genuinely on the werge of tears if she'd say something more.

"Y-yeah!" She let out instead. "a-and if you need to duck out I guess you can always come over to the trout dorm" She added on before thinking properly, she glanced at Impulse who simply nodded. It did seem to help though, Mumbo seemed far less sad.

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[onceonafullmoon]

Saris and Suffering

Rin x Fem! Reader

No warnings!! Just fluff and Rin's jealous ass, inspired by me and my friend talking about how we think Rin would absolutely be dying at a desi wedding (we are both desi) lmao

Rin honestly didn’t think you could get any prettier, but when you came back after a few hours, late at night, with dark red patterns of red swirling across your dark skin, he stood corrected. For the first time it was a struggle to listen to you speak when all he wanted to do was trace the patterns on your skin leaving shivers in his reverent worship.

It’s so loud.

That’s the only thing that Rin can really think about right now, but once his other senses catch up to him he feels the exhaustion settle in.

There’s a cacophony of voices, a visual assault of color from the glaring lights reflecting off all the jewelry and colorful clothes, (his own clothes, kurta pajama, they’re scratching against his skin as he stands there) and there’s a distinct smell of curry and spice in the air lingering from the dinner (ridiculously spicy, to his dismay his nose started running after he took more than 3 bites. you didn’t even bat an eye as you cleared your plate.)

All this to say, he’s (begrudgingly) out of his element here. 

But you dragged him along anyway, a smile on your face as you excitedly chatted about your cousin's wedding, describing how much you missed your native cooked food and wearing Saris. He paid attention of course, (he always did, he wasn’t so lukewarm that he’d ignore you despite how much you talked) but he didn’t really consider how much this whole ordeal would take out of him. 

Of course, overstimulation was one thing, he could deal with a few nosy relatives of yours (at least he thinks they’re relatives, he isn’t sure who here you’re related to and who here is a family friend, you address them the same) asking about his job and his income and other annoying things that he couldn’t bother to waste anymore brain cells on, the real issue he was having here had more to do with the person he was dating.

He didn’t think he’d be so affected by it. But seeing you surrounded by your culture is… new. You seem happy in a way he’s never seen you before, not that you're ever a particularly unhappy person, but he can see a difference.

You light up when you eat your gulab jamun and your barfi, your lips wrapping around the sweets before smiling in a way that makes him pause for a moment. You focus so intensely on applying your kohl with a spark in your eyes, carefully drawing out the lines. And you speak your mother tongue so melodically, he finds himself riding the rhythm subconsciously.

And that’s hardly mentioning how you look.

He remembers the way you practically skipped down the stairs a few nights ago, excited for some sort of traditional event. (He remembers you explaining to him distantly. “It’s basically a mehndi party.”) He heard your footsteps, along with the jangling of jewelry, and looked up from his phone where he was mindlessly scrolling only to lose his breath for a moment.

Beauty has never been a concern to Rin. You always looked like you, which is to say, you always looked like the person he wanted to spend his life with. But seeing you then, your kohl lining your eyes and making them more intense, your bottu on your forehead, your hair pinned up in an intricate style, your green sari draped over you leaving a tantalizing sliver of skin exposed, your dangling jhumkas on your ears, glittering bangles on your arms and necklaces dropping over your chest… you looked heaven sent.

He almost didn’t want you to leave him then, filled with an annoyingly common surge of jealousy at the thought of anyone else getting the chance to see you, but he managed to give you a small complement instead, though a muttered “you look nice” could hardly explain the way he felt about seeing you.

Rin honestly didn’t think you could get any prettier, but when you came back after a few hours, late at night, with dark red patterns of red swirling across your dark skin, he stood corrected. For the first time it was a struggle to listen to you speak when all he wanted to do was trace the patterns on your skin leaving shivers in his reverent worship.

It was only the fact that you seemed exhausted that helped him stave off on his thoughts, but the fact that Desi weddings are so long is doing something awful to his self control. It’s like every day is a new form of torture for him, especially the dancing.

Rin wasn’t exactly unknowledgeable about other cultures, he knew that dance and music were big parts of the culture, but seeing you dance with colorful cloth swirling around you, and your anklets giving off a soft chime on every step is another thing. Safe to say the whole Sangeet was a nightmare, and he didn’t even bother to fight the urge of glaring at every person that looked your way. At least, when he wasn’t being dragged by you to the dance floor (it was miserable, the music was so loud he could feel it in his heart, and he felt like an awkward chicken next to your smooth moves, but then you smiled at him and well… he supposed he could survive one dance).

The wedding ceremony wasn’t so bad for Rin at least, all he had to do was sit there and watch the puja taking place, with you occasionally explaining the significance of each step to him while he nodded along. (Occasionally, his thoughts would stray though, because when they dropped the veil separating the bride and the groom he couldn’t help but imagine seeing you on the other side. Rin could feel his face heating up, though he tried his best to move past it.)

It’s the reception now though, and he thinks he can make it through this tiring ordeal with his wits still about him, when you sidle up to him in your pink sari, a smile on your lips.

“Tired?” You ask, looking at him somewhat amusedly.

He just lets out a soft huff in affirmation, tugging at the sleeves of his garment.

“Don’t worry, only a few more hours to go.” You laugh, and he can’t help the eye roll that escapes him at your words.

“That’s hardly any encouragement.” Rin mutters.

“You’re such a baby.” You say, your bangles clattering as you move to cup his cheek. “What are you gonna do if I want a desi wedding?”

He thinks about it for a moment. The uncomfortable clothes, the loud noises and the food that has him tearing up before looking at you, and your lips stained with red curling up beautifully.

“I’ll do it.” Rin responds.

You raise a brow at him letting out a disbelieving huff of laughter as you pull your hand away, and he doesn’t think you’ll really get it. You don’t understand the effect you have on him, the blinding devotion he feels for you, but when you find yourselves at whatever proverbial altar, he’ll make sure you understand, if even only a fraction of it.

[novicedraws]

your biggest fan here

So evil Lao and Raiden didn’t know each other [closely] before becoming enemies, huh? ig it felt like they had a history because when they are not fighting Raiden seems… chill/tolerant to Lao? XD like “are you fr breaking into my room through a window? kinda rude but sure ig” lmao

How did he ended up in this situation then? 👀 did he just fell for the Bad Boy charm, or was there something more? they love to hold each other in arms while wounded, do they have a common enemy who brought them closer??

🍀

omg, its you again! hola hahahahaha Yea that's my bad lol I tend to draw "story beats" out of order so I can see why the confusion. So if you don't mind, imma kinda look like this

First Meeting - The start of it all, atp the Shaolin have been winning and gaining back territories and recourses from the Red Dragon. Kung Lao is called in to "fix" the problem. Raiden only knows by word of mouth about Kung Lao (vise versa Kung Lao with Raiden). Kung Lao is more amused about this new "champion" as he doesn't see him as a threat (until he gets his ass beat in that first encounter lol) obviously the two still don't like each other.

The Girls are Fighting - probably the least amount of drawings out of the arcs. honestly that one drawing is even leaning more towards "changing Point". essentially, This is the messy part of the story. both the champions don't like each other what so ever. its also the longest part of the "story" (months time in the story) Mavado/ rest of the Red Dragon starts picking up about this new threat. In turn they put more pressure on Kung Lao, it makes him so fucking mad. Its as if he's not a threat anymore. (he still very much so). Raiden on the other hand also gets pressure from his piers, the champion should have already fixed most of the issues already. ((side note - yea they should go after Liu Kang but *plot twist* Liu Kang is actually weakened. Its why he wont just rewrite the universe, something went terribly wrong, plus he's not a "public" figure)) both sides allies think they are getting "obsessed" with the other.

Changing Point - Raiden by default is a nice person, even in this rough situation. So seeing how this war just brings so much pain and suffering he goes for a different tactic. Diplomacy with Kung Lao- just enough to try and reason with him. It doesn't exactly work and in that moment of vulnerability Kung lao takes his chance to disarm Raiden. Raiden can keep up with Kung Lao but he panicked with his amulet stolen, so he did the most crazy thing (aka kiss him). If you asked, Raiden has no idea why he would even go for that tactic he just panicked lol. But he didn't hate it, no matter how much he tells himself otherwise.

Feelings? - Mavado gets wind of the new annoying champion, and sees how Kung Lao is annoyed with him...or is he? Mavado knows Kung Lao's mannerisms, hes 90% sure its not hatred. And knowing that, he feels...annoyed, mad, upset even? but instead of actually thinking about it, he acts petty and tries to hurt them both (alt. to fighting). He hurts Raiden at the party- Raiden doesn't know why he's upset seeing that. And Kung Lao doesn't know why he cares for Raiden's feelings. - Kung Lao knows how to sneak around (he had to for survival) so he often goes to see the enemy front (its often how he's able to defeat the enemy) but this one night is different. He see's Raiden very close to another individual (smoke). He doesn't care who or what that person is, he does not like them being that close to Raiden. (this is bit of a toxic trait- not enough to thinking of killing that individual- but immense jealousy)

Earth Realms Champion Injured - Raiden is one man, and while he's very strong and powerful, he's still a humble farm boy. He tries to please everyone and over works himself to the point of almost passing out in battle. The pressure and stress has got to him at this point. Despite telling everyone he's fine. He almost dies in battle but Kung Lao comes in just in time to save him. He sees the state Raiden in and is pissed. (just to note they are not fighting each other here, this is a separate issue trying to take over- aka Shang Tsung's army) Long story short (i wanna draw something later lol) Raiden is out of commission for a bit.

Something Changed - Raiden got better! but something strange keep happening during his recovery. Little gifts and such keep popping up in his room, he tries asking the others, but they deny leaving anything. He knows who it is, but he doesn't want to believe it really because why would he care about him? they are enemies, sure there's something, and he's scared. He shouldn't have these feelings, but he does. Is Kung Lao playing with his feelings? Is he just messing with him before killing him once and for all? He doesn't know. - Until one night, he stayed up enough to catch Kung Lao enter his room looking...normal. Soft. A little exhausted by the bags under his eyes. Its the first time in a while the two have gotten to see and talk to each other after all the shit they gone through. Just the two of them alone for once. They both know things were never going to stay the same again, and they don't hate that. That night they embraced each other as though they were meant to be together.

Omg Change Pt. 2 - Still working on it LMAOOOOOO--- the two now know what the other is feeling. orrrrr they're trying lol. Kung Lao is raised to keep emotions in otherwise its a weakness and can be used against you. Raiden learns people pleasing is how he is able to help his village. Its how he got injured in the first place. so they are both trying to work on it lol - will they have a happy ending? idk but thats for later hahaha.

Theres still gaps in the story, but honestly that comes in when I actually draw them in lol

So just some small spark notes I couldnt fit up above- - Raiden becomes more tolerate of Kung Lao around Changing Point. His feelings also start to slowly build up. Same with Kung Lao. - While he's not exactly against sex, Raiden definitely had a more tame upbringing. He's raised as a farm boy, and trained as a monk. Kung Lao existence alone is making the poor boy spiral LOL. Poor man is having a crises as to why he's feeling these things, he shouldn't! but he does! (also kind of makes him insecure but Kung Lao reassures him to never think like that) - The parts from changing point to omg change pt. 2 is actually short in terms of time compared to the girls are fighting.

OMGGGGGGG that was a lot, I hope I answered at least one question LOL

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Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader) Pt.6

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, suggestive comments or actions, just generally Minors DNI-just in case. This will be similar to Pink Pony Club and Sins, where I just mark every chapter as 18+ This also has the general warning of Toji and Sukuna both honestly being menaces.

Your eyes fluttered open, the morning light filtering in through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the unfamiliar ceiling. A slight throbbing echoed in your skull, the remnants of last night’s drinks making themselves known as you stirred against the surprisingly soft sheets.

Panic came first—where were you? Your heart kicked up, and your body tensed as you sat up abruptly, looking around the room with wide eyes. It was simple, neatly kept, but not yours. Shit.

And then, like a dam breaking, the memories rushed in.

The drinks. The laughter. Toji’s knowing smirk. Sukuna’s sharp eyes watching you closely. Their teasing words and the heat of their presence pressing in from either side. The feeling of strong arms supporting you when the alcohol finally got the best of you. The murmured reassurances that they wouldn’t cross any lines.

Your hands flew to your body, patting down your clothes. T-shirt? Still on. Jeans? Still buttoned. Shoes? Kicked off neatly at the side of the bed. A slow exhale left your lips. They actually didn’t do anything.

The house was quiet.

No heavy footsteps. No low murmurs of conversation. No teasing voices calling you a lightweight for barely keeping up last night.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, bare feet meeting the wooden floor, cool against your skin. A quick glance around the room confirmed what you already suspected—it was the guest room, a space barely lived in but still thoughtfully prepared. A folded blanket rested on the edge of the bed, and a glass of water had been left on the nightstand.

They had taken care of you. And they were nowhere in sight.

A part of you was relieved. Another part? Frustrated. You weren’t sure which part annoyed you more.

You pushed yourself up, body slightly sluggish, but functioning. If they were gone, that meant you could slip out without dealing with whatever smug remarks they’d surely throw your way for staying the night.

Still… you couldn’t shake the odd feeling settling in your chest.

They hadn’t taken advantage. They hadn’t hovered. They had simply let you sleep, made sure you were okay, and left you alone.

And somehow, that made you even more uneasy.

With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and stepped toward the door. Time to figure out what the hell came next.

The moment you stepped out of the guest room, the scent of sizzling food hit your nose—eggs, bacon, something rich and buttery. You blinked, the scene before you not at all what you expected.

Sukuna, of all people, was standing at the stove, quietly focused as he moved a pan over the flame, the muscles in his back flexing beneath his fitted shirt. He looked… calm, almost domestic, though the sharpness of his tattoos and the natural smugness in his expression kept him from ever looking too soft.

Meanwhile, Toji was sprawled on the sofa, a book in one hand, his other arm draped lazily over the back of the couch. He didn’t even glance up when you entered the room, though you knew damn well he’d noticed.

The sight was oddly peaceful.

It made you hesitate.

You were supposed to be sneaking out, slipping away before they had the chance to start their usual teasing. Instead, you stood there like an idiot, watching them exist so normally—not as the cocky alphas who pushed your buttons, but just… two men in their own home.

Then, of course, Sukuna ruined the moment.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he drawled, glancing over his shoulder, his lips twitching up. “Figured you’d be out cold longer after the way you conked out last night.”

Toji let out a huff of amusement, still not looking up from his book. “Lightweight.”

And there it was.

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you crossed your arms. “I’m not a lightweight,” you muttered, but it lacked real bite. You shifted awkwardly, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you’d woken up in their home, in their guest room, with them cooking you breakfast.

Sukuna turned fully then, raising a brow as he leaned back against the counter. “Sure you’re not,” he mused, eyeing you up and down before smirking. “Hope you like your eggs runny.”

Before you could snap back, Toji finally closed his book, stretching out like a lazy cat. “You eatin’ or you stormin’ off?” he asked, gaze finally meeting yours.

You wanted to say storming off. You really did.

But your stomach betrayed you with a well-timed growl, and both men grinned.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Toji chuckled, tossing his book onto the coffee table. “Sit your ass down, Omega.”

Your hands clenched into fists at the casual way he called you that, but you didn’t argue. Instead, you muttered a curse under your breath and shuffled toward the table, trying to ignore the way your pulse skipped when Sukuna set a plate in front of you, all smug satisfaction.

You were definitely in trouble with these two.

It was almost eerie how well-mannered they were. You sat at the table, half-expecting one of them to throw a piece of food or crack some crude joke about last night, but it never came. Instead, they ate quietly, using their knives and forks for everything but the bacon and toast, their movements unhurried, refined even.

No loud tones, no teasing remarks—just the occasional clink of silverware against plates and the low murmur of a few exchanged words about the food and the juice.

You took a slow sip of your drink, eyes flicking between them as if waiting for the act to drop.

Sukuna caught your gaze first, raising a brow as he speared a piece of egg onto his fork. “What?”

You hesitated, glancing over at Toji, but he was focused on his food, calmly cutting into his breakfast with an ease that didn’t match the sharp, wolfish aura he usually carried.

“This is weird,” you finally admitted, setting your cup down. “You two—eating like this.”

Toji scoffed but didn’t look up. “What, you think we eat like animals?”

“Yes,” you answered flatly.

Sukuna let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Gotta keep some mystery, sweetheart. Can’t have you knowing everything about us just yet.”

That shouldn’t have sent a flicker of something hot down your spine, but it did. You ignored it, choosing instead to focus on your plate.

It was only after a few more bites that you realized something else—this was nice. The quiet. The lack of tension.

But that only meant one thing.

They were waiting.

And you weren’t sure if that made you more nervous or excited.

Toji leaned back in his chair, fork idly twirling between his fingers as he finally looked up at you. “Look, for however obnoxious we are out there,” he gestured vaguely toward the door, “we don’t spend all our time acting like overgrown pups.”

You narrowed your eyes, skeptical. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Sukuna snorted, still focused on his food. “Just ‘cause we like getting under your skin doesn’t mean we’re idiots. We live here—we keep it clean, we cook, we act like actual adults.”

Toji smirked. “Shocking, huh?”

Honestly? A little. You hadn’t expected them to be complete slobs, but part of you had imagined their cabin to be more of a bachelor’s den—messy, chaotic, full of empty liquor bottles and a lingering scent of trouble. Instead, it was… lived-in, warm even.

“You’re telling me you two don’t wrestle in the living room over the last beer?” you challenged, crossing your arms.

Sukuna gave you a lazy grin. “Nah. We buy enough for both of us.”

Toji chuckled, shaking his head before turning his gaze back to you. “Surprised?”

You glanced around at the clean space, at the well-kept kitchen, at the way they sat—calm, easy, like this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them.

Maybe you were.

But you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of admitting it.

“…A little,” you muttered, stabbing your fork into your food.

Sukuna huffed a laugh. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re still plenty bad when we wanna be.” ~~~ The moment you stepped into your bedroom, you knew something was wrong. The air felt damp, thick with the scent of moisture and wood rot. Then, you heard it—soft but steady.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Your stomach sank. Your eyes snapped to the ceiling, where a dark, water-stained patch had spread across the wood. A small puddle had already formed on the floor near your bed.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," you muttered, stepping closer.

A quick touch to the wall near the damage told you everything you needed to know—swollen wood, damp to the touch. This wasn’t new. You just hadn’t noticed until now.

Fantastic.

Frustration bubbled up as you yanked your phone from your pocket. No way you could stay in here with this mess. But where the hell were you supposed to go?

You scrolled through your contacts, your thumb hovering over the one name you refused to acknowledge.

No. Absolutely not.

You would rather sleep in your damn car than—

The deep rumble of an engine outside made your head snap up.

They hadn’t left yet.

Cursing under your breath, you bolted for the door and threw it open just as Toji and Sukuna were about to pull away. You waved them down, your pride taking a brutal hit as both trucks came to a slow stop.

Sukuna leaned out of the driver’s side window, his smirk already in place. "Miss us already, sweetheart?"

You exhaled sharply, crossing your arms. "I have a problem," you admitted through gritted teeth. "And I need a place to stay."

Sukuna’s brows shot up, and Toji let out a low chuckle from the passenger seat.

"You literally just left our guest room, and you already wanna come back?" Sukuna teased, resting his chin in his palm. "Didn’t think you’d miss us this quick, sweetheart."

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes. "Shut up and get out of the damn truck."

That got their attention. Exchanging glances, they stepped out, curiosity flickering in their eyes as you turned and motioned for them to follow.

The second they stepped inside and saw the spreading water damage, their smirks faded.

"Damn," Toji muttered, stepping closer to inspect the ceiling. He pressed his palm to the damp wall and gave a low whistle. "This isn’t just some small leak—you’ve got real water damage here."

Sukuna crossed his arms, eyes sweeping over the room before landing on you. "And I’m guessing you don’t have a backup place to crash?"

You crossed your arms right back, shifting uncomfortably. "Would I have stopped you two if I did?"

His grin returned, slow and sharp. "Guess not."

Toji sighed, shaking his head. "Looks like you’re coming back with us, then."

You wanted to argue, but the steady drip, drip, drip of water behind you killed any protest before it could leave your lips.

This was going to be a long stay.

You moved quickly, tossing clothes into a bag, grabbing your laptop, a few framed photos, and whatever else you deemed important. It wasn’t like you had much choice—staying here wasn’t an option with the water creeping its way through your bedroom.

Toji leaned against the doorway, watching with a raised brow. "You pack like you're never coming back."

You shot him a look. "Maybe I’m just being prepared."

Sukuna snorted from behind him. "For what? Moving in permanently?"

You ignored them, zipping up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. "Just helping myself to a little peace of mind. Not that it’s any of your business."

Toji smirked. "If you're staying under our roof, it kinda is, sweetheart."

Rolling your eyes, you brushed past them, heading for the door. "Let's just go."

They exchanged glances before following you out, Sukuna chuckling under his breath.

This was going to be interesting, to say the least. ~~~ When you got back to the cabin, Sukuna and Toji wasted no time showing you around.

First, they took you through Sukuna’s room—a minimalist space with sleek furniture and a dark, almost imposing vibe. Black sheets, dark wood, and an odd collection of antique knives on the wall gave it a mysterious, almost intimidating feel.

Toji’s room was next—completely different. It had a more laid-back, comfortable vibe, with a leather chair in the corner and a few scattered books. His bed was big, the sheets a deep shade of green that matched his quiet, practical style. He tossed a glance over his shoulder as you took in the room. "Don't get any ideas," he warned with a grin.

Then they led you down the hallway to the guest room, which you had stayed in the night before.

"This’ll be yours for now," Toji said, giving you a little nudge. "At least until your place’s fixed."

You bit your lip, not sure how to feel about being here. It was temporary, you told yourself, but something about it felt different.

They moved on to show you the laundry room, then the living room and kitchen. The layout was surprisingly nice—spacious, with a big stone fireplace and a cozy couch that looked perfect for lounging. The kitchen had a rustic feel, with wooden counters and shelves lined with mason jars of spices and canned goods. It wasn’t luxurious, but it had a charm.

You knew, however, that this place was going to be the last place you’d want to get too comfortable in, especially with them. They were a constant reminder of how things never quite went the way you expected, and being here felt like playing with fire.

After showing you everything, Sukuna raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "You good with the guest room? No complaints yet?"

You shot him a look. "It’s fine. Let’s just get this over with."

Toji laughed softly, glancing at Sukuna. "Guess we know how to treat our guest, huh?"

You could tell they were enjoying this a little too much. You couldn’t help but complain as they showed you around. The cabin was nice enough, but there was something about it that felt too much. Too masculine, too... Alpha. The whole place reeked of it—the heavy scent of their dominance in the air, like it was just a part of the furniture itself.

Everywhere you went, it was suffocating. The air felt thick, and you could almost taste the assertiveness, the intensity. The slight musk of them clung to the walls, the furniture, the very floorboards beneath your feet. Even the sheets in the guest room smelled faintly of them, as if their presence had saturated the very space.

You wrinkled your nose, pretending not to notice how your body instinctively responded to their scent. The faint pulse of heat that flared in your chest was something you desperately tried to ignore. It wasn’t fair—this was your space for now, not theirs.

"Does the whole place always smell like this?" You blurted out, unable to hold back.

Sukuna glanced at Toji, both of them looking almost amused at your discomfort. Toji smirked, leaning against the doorframe of the living room. "It’s our cabin. What’d you expect?"

You let out a frustrated breath, eyeing the rustic furniture and the big, open spaces. "Could you... maybe air it out a little?"

They both laughed. Sukuna gave you a slow, teasing grin. "You’re the one who decided to stay here, sweetheart."

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep yourself from reacting to the low hum of their laughter. "It’s just a lot, that’s all," you muttered, more to yourself than to them.

Toji’s expression softened a little, but he didn’t back down. "We’ll get used to it. Just try not to let it get to you too much."

Easy for him to say. With the way your body was reacting, it was easier said than done.

Sukuna, always the one to push boundaries, grinned as he leaned against the doorway. “You think this place smells bad now? Wait until it’s close to rut time. You won’t be able to get away from it.”

His comment hung in the air, and for a moment, you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. The thought of them... that close to their rut, the intensity of their scent overwhelming the whole cabin, sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

You couldn’t help but snap.

“Shut up,” you muttered, slamming the door in their faces. The sound of it echoing in the small hallway made you flinch a little, but it was better than facing them and letting your body betray you any further.

You heard their chuckles from the other side, and a part of you knew they were enjoying the irritation they’d caused. But it didn’t matter. You could hear them, muffled, talking between themselves. They’d probably make fun of you for it later, but for now, you needed space. You needed peace—away from the stench of them, away from the heat they dragged with them.

Leaning against the door, you sighed heavily, trying to steady your breath. The last thing you needed was to feel this exposed. You needed to regain control, but every time they got too close, it felt like you were slipping. ~~~ Later that night, when everything was still and quiet, you found yourself lying in bed, the sheets tangled around you. The cabin was unnervingly silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards or the soft murmur of the wind outside. You tried to push the thoughts of them away, but they lingered like an uninvited guest, making it hard to relax.

Then you heard it.

The low murmur of voices, drifting from the living room. It wasn’t loud, just a quiet conversation, but the cabin’s layout made it easy to pick up on the faintest sounds. You tried to ignore it, but your curiosity got the better of you.

You shifted in the bed, pressing your ear to the wall, straining to hear what they were saying. It wasn’t intentional; it was just the overwhelming need to understand what was happening around you, to make sense of all the tension between you and them.

“Did you see the way she looked at you earlier?” Toji’s voice was soft, but you could hear the amusement in it.

“Yeah, like she wanted to rip our heads off,” Sukuna responded, and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “But she’s got that spark. I told you, she’s not like the others.”

You felt your chest tighten. Were they really... talking about you? You felt a mix of unease and something else—something you weren’t quite ready to admit to yourself.

“To be fair, she’s stubborn as hell,” Toji continued. “She won’t give in easily, but... I don’t know. I like the challenge. And she’s different.”

Sukuna chuckled, a sound that was more predatory than playful. “You’re right. It’s gonna be fun breaking through that wall of hers.”

You flinched at his words, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. "Breaking through" your walls? What did that even mean? Was this all some kind of game to them? Were they really just going to push and push until you were cornered? The thought sent a cold shiver through you.

"She’ll come around," Toji said, his tone thoughtful, almost gentle. "She’s just not used to people wanting her like this. She's not used to being wanted, period."

There was a pause. You could almost feel the weight of their words hanging in the air, the tension building between them.

“Yeah,” Sukuna finally replied, quieter now. “But that’s gonna change. We’ll make sure of it.”

The conversation drifted off after that, and you couldn’t bring yourself to keep listening. Your mind was racing, a mix of confusion and frustration churning in your stomach. They liked you. Both of them did, in their own way. It was clear in how they spoke, the way their voices dropped when they admitted it, but something about it felt... wrong. Was it really you they liked, or was it the challenge of getting you to give in to them?

You pulled the covers over your head, trying to block out their voices, but the words lingered in your mind, refusing to let you sleep. It wasn’t just the weight of what they said—it was the realization that you had no idea what to do with any of it.

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Chapter Six

Upon a Chance | A Sensei wolf (Cobra Kai) x OC (older, European exchange student from Miyagi-Do that has a past she's trying to run from)

Previous chapter

"Sam, Lena, just stay focused- the both of you can do it!"

"Go for the kill!"

Lena hears senseis Larusso and Lawrence call out from behind them. Looking at Sam beside her, she gives the girl a nod, which Sam then returns with a determined look, before she turns her gaze in front of her- to her smirking opponent.

Lena turns her gaze to her own opponent but sees him staring at Sam in wonder, which she quirks her mouth at, before she then decides to call him out on it.

"Eyes on me, big guy," She says with a teasing tone towards the towering kid, who then immediately snaps his head to her, looking entirely caught off guard, and extremely flustered from having been caught looking at her friend that is.

But he wasn't the only one who had heard her little remark, for she heard Yoon calling her out from within the crowd, which she chuckles at.

"Oi stop with the flirting, it's disgusting, "

Sensei Wolf had caught it as well, but she didn't notice, for she had been ignoring his looks the whole day, but well- he didn't like it in the slightest, which showed, what with him wearing an annoyed and sharp expression.

Seeing her lighthearted expression, while still wearing a flush to his face- Axell falters for a moment, and that was all Lena needed to pounce.

The fight then began with the noise of the crows turning louder at each punch, and evaded movement that took place.

Axell turned to jab a sharp punch at her, but she effortlessly evaded it, her movements fluid, all the while her gaze stayed stuck on her opponent in front of her, who frowned at her, especially when she struck a jab against his side.

She only grinned at him, while she circled around him like a predator, all the while she also made sure to have Sam in her eye-sight, for if she'd need her help. But she was luckily handling herself at the moment, doing as she told her to do. Good. She thought before she turned her mind to the fight at hand.

while the kid was fast, especially for his size- she was faster, and much nimbler, which she of course used to her advantage.

And before he could process the last punch, she continued to crack at his crippling defenses, which he clearly wasn't used to doing, and made the boy's firm movements from before, become much sloppier with the way he tried to get at her.

He was even starting to get out of breath.

She watched him turn frustrated now, which made her smirk at him now, before she struck at him with a kick, which made him take some steps behind him because of the force of it.

She then met Wolf's eyes behind the boy.

His gaze was entirely on hers, unblinking, and calculated.

Axell then sent a roundhouse kick towards her, which she then at the last moment twisted over with a jump, before she held one hand on the ground, balanced on it and quickly turned her body to his already turning form, and kicked at him with all her might.

The crowd then turned thunderous at the spectacle, while she then twisted and flipped to stand on her feet once more, her gaze now on the sprawled boy in front of her who held a hand on the ground to push himself off of it, for he wasn't entirely on the mat just yet- but he froze at her confident approach.

"STAND UP!" Wolf then shouted from behind at the boy, but Axell wasn't reacting to it as the man thought he would.

Something in her gaze and ready fist, and the sound of his sensei shouting at him made him freeze in the moment, which Lena frowned at, for this was no time to freeze at (and also because the look looked too familiar for one), not while he still had the chance to defend himself, but nevertheless, she promised to end this- she raised her fist ready towards him, all the while she held eye-contact with the now wide-eyed tall boy in front of her- who suddenly looked seemed like a small and frightened child in front of her, he wasn't even seeing her...

But before she could even move to deliver the final punch, Axell's breathing quickened, before he then fliched his face to the side.

"Miyagi-Do OUT! The Iron Dragons have won!" The announcer then shouted, which brought Lena to a pauze, and the boy in front of her as well, finally getting out of the strange spell that took over him just now.

Lena's jaw then clenched at the announcement.

It was then silent before the crowd then roared.

She then stood back and held a hand in front of the boy, which he looked upon in confusion, before he hesitantly took it.

Pulling him up,

"Good fight," She told him with a soft smile and a nod, which he looked at in surprise, before he nodded and shyly returned it, making him seem much younger now, especially with his mussed hair falling into his eyes with the movement.

Which struck a cord within her.

"Y-Yes," He quietly replied, which made her widen her smile, before she gave him a final nod and turned to head over to Sam, who stood straight on the mat in front of her, and was listening without an expression to the female captain of the Iron Dragons, which Lena then frowned at.

Especially at the nasty look the other girl was giving her friend, she knew those types of girls and did not like this in the slightest, but before she could say anything, or do anything the girl then spotted her and with one last smirk left to go to her Dojo, which left Sam and her standing solely on the mat then.

Sam looked at the ground for a moment, Lena watched as she tightened her fists by her side, before the younger girl then turned her head up at her approach.

"...Lena, I'm sorry for making us lose," Sam then quietely told her, her voice sounded wet to her ears, and looking into her eyes- they were teary at her quiet perusing of her.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have been-" She then continued, all the while she harshly moved an arm upwards, but before she could continue in her self-pity, she was caught off guard by Lena's chuckle, which then turned to a tinkling laugh, which caught the attention of all those around them, which made Sam then turn scarlet in embarrasment.

"You- You're laughing?" The younger girl then spoke, hurt clear in her tone, before her expression then stuttered and she let out the floodgates, which alarmed Lena, who then put a hand over her mouth, before she stood straight, and shook her head at the younger girl- it hadn't been her intention to hurt the other girl.

"Sam, wait no- I'm not laughing at you, I'd never laugh at you, love. Look at me," She softly asked her, while she held onto the now sobbing girl's shoulders, before she then finally pulled her into a hug.

"Oh Sam, I'm sorry." She whispered in the girl's hair, while she carefully caressed the girl's shivering back, all the while she hushed her in a comforting way.

"It happened, which we should just accept, and do better the next time- for this isn't the end you know? We got more challenges ahead of us. We got this far, the two of us, which says enough. So, get those nasty thoughts out of your head, okay?" She then told the girl, before Sam then pulled back from the hug with a firm nod, her face blotched with tears, which Lena softly smiled at before she moved to carefully clean them off her face, which Sam smiled at, at the tenderness she shows her.

Like how an older sister would.

"Now, head held high, okay? And shall we now join the others?"She then asked her friend, who nodded before Lena held onto her with one arm, while they then walked over to their awaiting group of friends and senseis who smiled at the both of them and pulled them into an awaiting group.

"You did good, the both of you- and that kick Lena, don't think I didn't see that!" Sensei Daniel then said with a proud smile before he then pulled his daughter into his arms in comfort, which Lena smiled at, before she felt Miguel pull her into a side hug.

"We almost won, which everyone saw, especially with you kicking the big guy on the mat, this is only the first challenge, we'll win the others." He then firmly told her with determination, his eyes burning at the thought of it, which Lena only nodded to.

All the while she felt eyes on her back, which she ignored in favour of turning her attention to sensei Lawrence.

"Do you want to talk with her?" Tory heard Yoon ask her from behind while she was watching Lena comfort Sam in front of her.

Her chest ached at the sight of them.

Especially at how this day had turned out for her, which she was angered over- at her quick defeat.

But that didn't hurt as much as the sight in front of her did.

"No." She told him, while she turned her gaze away from the two in front of her to go outside, all the while she ignored Robby's longing looks towards her way.

"Where's Tory?" Lena curiously asked when she met up with Yoon, who she gave a hug to.

He shook his head,

"She left." he told her, his gaze full of concern for his teammate, which she of course spotted.

"Is she-" She then started before she was interupted by another voice.

"What did I tell you, you lost because of that failure of a captain, well captains, seeing as it was too easy to beat him." Kwon said with a sneer while he invited himself into their conversation, which Lena looked upon without any expression.

He looked at his teammate, who stood straight beside her, before he turned to smirk at her.

"Although- you did fight well. You could have won as well, that is- if you stopped holding yourself back. Because you clearly did, why is that?" He then curiously asked with a frown, for he didn't understand why she would do such a thing in the slightest.

That, and why she wasn't captain.

"Thanks, I guess. " She replied, without giving an answer to his question, for that wasn't his business.

Which Yoon didn't miss in the slightest, while he looked at her with a frown as well.

"Ah a secret, okay. How interesting." Kwon then remarked, before he tilted his head at her with a wide smirk.

"See you around, Miyagi."

"It's Lena." She then told him in English,while she watched him leave, not before he flashed a two-fingured salute at her.

"You have a strange friend," She then decided, while she returned her gaze at her friend, who didn't deign to answer it.

"I'll head up now, see you around Yoon." She then after a moment decided, which he then mustered a smile at,

"See you, and good luck,"

"You too," She told him before she headed towards the exit, her Dojo having left before her already.

While she walked in the now desolute corrider in thought, she with surprise felt herself be pulled into a room with a yelp, her back immediately hitting the now closed door behind her, where she then finds herself enclosed upon by two hands beside her head.

And looking up at the perpetrator, she's met with the serious gaze of Wolf.

"Caught you."

I am so sorry for ending this on another cliffhanger!

But don't worry y'all will have quite a chapter with these two in the next one 😏

But anyways, what did you think of the chapter- did you see this coming? Or did you expect more? Do tell me!!! <3

And what did you think of my action scene writing (I'm not that good at it obviously, but I try my best) 😅

And sorry if I made any typo's, I haven't edited this (nor any of my other chapters)!

[writingsofanomnivore]

Chores on a holiday?!

warnings: fluff. Your dramatic husband needs attention. Many spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Literally wrote it in 10 mins on my phone i didn't wanna log in on my pc today😭😭

link - inspo

My instagram is full of this content. Gotta take a break from insta or i'll spiral writing so many drabbles.

Wait. Why is there music playing? And this type? You knew he had questionable taste in music but this is a bit too far( and not to mention it's 3 in the afternoon). Softly padding towards the source you catch him looking out the window, a literal pout on his face. What the heck is up with him?

"Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Mhm. A grumble is heard

"Are you sure?" You walk towards him, taking his face in your hands.

"I said, I'm fine" another annoyed sound at the back of his throat. But his pout still remains, eyes not meeting yours.

So this is how he will play now. Carefully pushing him back so as to straddle both his thighs you stare at him for a moment. His face not betraying any emotion but, knowing your husband of 5 years, you knew every string and play to get him back. Slowly inching towards his face you place a kiss on both his cheeks, then his chin, then his forehead and finally on his nose. His face a bit relaxed, expecting the final kiss on his lips but you had other plans.

You leaned in again, so close to his lips almost touching them when you asked "are you still upset drama queen?"

A noise of protest came from him, "you didn't spend any time with me today" he whined. But still trying to pull you in for a kiss when you pulled back, confusion etched on your face.

"What are you talking about?? We got up at 11, made brunch together, then cleaned the house together ," making quotation marks after every together, "when did we not do stuff together? Now, I'm juwt arranging my closet"

"See!! That was all work! Today is a holiday!" The whining only grew. Before you could say something he pulled you towards him, holding you so tight you thought you were in those compression machines. "Not letting you go now" he makes a childish noise.

"But I need to arrange my-" a kiss to your lips interrupted you. "No more chores" he said eyes narrowed, "this kiss was only payback for teasing me earlier" he took a strand of your hair, curling it, before burrying his face in your neck, "I need at least a 1000 more to consider letting you get up, till then you're stuck with me" he said now peppering kisses to your collarbone.

Tangling your hands in.his hair, you thought, the chores be damned. Now you only have one mission, to kiss this not so little diva silly.

-kuroo tetsuro, atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro, nisinoya yu, tanaka, oikawa toru, maybe sugawara???, tsutomu??, daishou??(never really think of him cause i ship him with mika)

I am a 1000 percent sure i'm missing someone. I have no idea who. I'll edit this tomorrow when I'm back from my exam :/ i haven't even added all the tags or else i'll fail mynexam if i waste mlre time. See you tomorrow😭

[thescreaminghat]

love the starscream - sideways dynamic in tf cybertron. starscream is so eldest sibling coded and despite hating on megatron he's pretty nice to thundercracker, who is the only other decepticon at the start of the show and undeniably The Little Bro of All Time. as a result screamer has pretty high tolerance for slightly annoying, very silly, and extremely endearing younger sibling behaviour. meanwhile sideways just happens to also fit the profile of a slightly annoying, very silly, and extremely endearing younger sibling figure, and arguably takes on tc's role after starscream betrays the decepticons (starscream doesn't even do anything especially malicious at that point, he just harmlessly traps megs, tc, and the decepticon boys dirty bubble style. it makes me think that he probably would have gone back for the group after he had finished things up on earth). i would also say sideways had plenty of opportunities to double cross starscream (and he's ultimately a third party with his own goals so it'd make sense if that did happen), but like, he chooses to rescue starscream after the guy blacks out from some insane fights (one of which was against primus himself) and ends up following screamer around like an orphaned duckling for the rest of the series. sure starscream is bossy and occasionally standoffish and scolds sideways with all the pomp and experience of someone who knows they have older sibling authority but he honestly doesn't even seem that mad when sideways does goof off during critical moments. they're so silly together and i wish we got more of them interacting. also when sideway's actual big bro soundwave makes an entrance he's somehow even sassier than starscream, which explains why (to me) sideways was ok hanging out with star even though he whined about it sometimes---he's just used to being the lil bro to an older sibling who has a lot of personality and is locked in

[thiccpersonality]

To Be With You In The Morning Is My Favorite Tradition

This was the fic I wanted to post on Bruce's Birthday, but due to me being disheartened about losing half of my progress on the story from the phone glitching, I decided I would post this on my Birthday (which is today!)

If you'd like to go support my other two stories in this series liking or reposting, that'd be appreciated! But even if not, that's perfectly okay! Anyhow, here they are: 5 Times Bruce Was Protective of His Pups (+2 Times They Were Protective of Him) and The Difficulties of The Working Class (Just Clark Kent): A Beautiful Omega, His Pups and The Fact He Wants Both

This story is-for some reason-so incredibly mushy at a lot of points that I think it made me sick 😂.

Also, a very Happy Birthday to anyone else who shares March 1st as a B-day too! Eat good food and have fun! You darlings deserve it.

Anywho, without further ado; the story. Enjoy! 💛

Birthdays are like a special holiday in the Wayne-Kent household–mainly for Bruce and Clark's kids–it's as if something takes ahold of the omega whenever one of their babies Birthdays are near and all he can do is plan accordingly. I mean, it's a day to celebrate (with very good reason) the lives of all his children, so sue him for decorating almost every room in the house with the best decorations.

He is just glad for his husband, Clark, and his superspeed coming in handy. The rooms get decorated faster that way.

Anywho, Birthdays are a very special and beloved occasion in the Wayne-Kent household, a day for both the alpha and omega to lavish their children with gifts, kisses and love, while reminiscing on the days when the kids were smaller and more big eyed towards everything.

Birthdays are a treasured thing by Bruce Thomas Wayne, especially as he has a reason to feel excited for them again, the familiar feeling of excited fluttering happening in his stomach as the days leading up to his kids, dad's or husband's Birthday draws closer and closer. All from the joy of imagining their reactions to his carefully thought out decoration plans and the moment they unwrap every perfectly wrapped present.

I know I keep saying it, but Birthdays are like a national treasure in Bruce's home.

However, the issue is how the stubborn omega becomes disinterested whenever his special day draws near, as though his Birthday is somehow less important than anyone else's just because it's him. And the more annoying aspect of that behavior for the family is how Bruce never means it in a negative way...even if once upon a time he did, he's admitted that he doesn't feel as depressed and unhappy whenever the day rolls around like how he used to as a child or teenager.

Clark and the kids have asked Bruce repeatedly what the reasons are for his disinterest, just to make sure that the omega remains as happy as possible as his Birthday nears, because if anyone deserves to feel such joy, it's Bruce.

But, the man just smiles softly whenever they ask, because he knows the reasons as to why they are questioning him, and just explains with the same answer: I'm married and have kids now. An answer that Clark doesn't completely understand, but then again, he acts like a hyperactive toddler whenever the days draw nearer to his special day, bugging his wife about what his theme is that year and what are his gifts and whining loudly whenever he can't find the presents the man hid from him. The alpha just doesn't fully understand Bruce's reasoning. I mean, he's an adult (doubtful), as well as a mature (mhm) alpha and a father as well, and he still feels antsy with anticipation whenever his Birthday rolls around.

No matter though, Clark and the rest of the family always decorate just as much for Bruce as he does for them, the gifts heartfelt and usually handmade by the kids (or else he wouldn't be as excited for the gifts). And yes, they continue to buy things for him even though nine out of ten of most his gifts are immediately on display as decoration for no one else but Bruce's eyes.

But if you were to ask Bruce what his favorite part of his Birthday day was, the answer would be-after listing a billion reasons having to do with the kids-his and Clark's morning ritual of waking up way before anyone else in the house (especially the twins) to just simply bask in one another's presence. Its one of the omega's most favorite moments: to wake up to the gentle nosing at his neck by Clark and the man's incredibly soft, deep voice rumble out a, 'Happy Birthday', to him.

Even if Bruce doesn't show the same enthusiasm for his special holiday like when he was a kid, he still finds his heart fluttering in excitement and love when his family bombard him with lots of hugs and kisses.

Like today: February 19th, Bruce Wayne's Birthday.

The sun has barely begun to peak over the horizon, the sky lightening from a deep, midnight blue to something still dark-yet light toned-at the same time, in preparation for the impending sunrise.

Clark smiles down at Bruce and gently nuzzles the omega's neck, his left arm draped over the curve of the other's waist while he props himself up on his right elbow, his deep blue eyes fondly watching as the shorter male scrunches up his nose cutely at the feeling of the alpha tickling his neck with his lips. "Bruce." Clark's voice rumbles soothingly in the omega's ear, the older placing a soft kiss to the exposed shoulder and hiding his smile in the warmth of his wife's neck. "Baby, s'time to get up. It's your Birthday." Bruce hums low in his throat, his eyes bleary as he cracks them open only to see the darkness of the room, a small yawn escaping him as his body extends into a stretch. "Mm..." He grunts softly from the way his muscles tense momentarily from the force of his sleep rested muscles suddenly extending, before relaxing against the fluff of his pillow with a soft sigh, his icy blue eyes looking up and over to where he knows Clark's face is. "Alpha."

Bruce can practically feel the smile he knows is being directed down his way, his ears tingling at the sound of happy alpha filling the quietness of their bedroom.

"Stupid alpha."

Nevermind, moment ruined.

Clark stops his pleased rumbles in favor of whining pitifully at whatever he did, "What did I do? You always ask me to wake you up every year, even when I feel guilty for doing so."

Bruce huffs a soft, sleepy laugh and pinches at the Kryptonian's cheek, "That's not why you're stupid."

Said stupid alpha responds to the comment by squeezing the omega closely to his body, carefully pinning the shorter underneath his comfortingly heavy weight as he mutters pitifully in the man's ear. "Then why doesn't my omega tell me why I'm stupid so that I can fix it." Bruce can't help his giggle at the ticklish puffs of air against his ear, his hand raising up to gently brush back Clark's curls. "You'll always be a stupid alpha-" he yelps at the teeth playfully digging into his earlobe for the accusation, a sigh of defeat escaping him as he concedes to the reprimand and gently wraps his arms around Clark-"but you're my stupid alpha."

The man hums appreciatively against Bruce's throat before licking apologetically at the now pink lobe. "The actual reason you are stupid is because you didn't turn the lamp on so I could see your face."

Clark stops his licking to prop himself up above Bruce, a beaming smile on his face as he stares down at the omega. "You wanna see my face first thing in the morning, baby?" Being able to make out the omega's blush despite it still being dark in the room is truly a blessing, thank Rao for his superpowers. Bruce huffs again in displeasure at the disgustingly happy smile he can sense Clark is giving him...and from the fact he can't see the alpha, but the stupid alpha can see him. "O-Of course I do...you're beautiful always, so why wouldn't I want to see you?" Clark smiles fondly down at Bruce for the timid remark, momentarily leaving the other's side to flick on their bedside lamp, both squinting against the soft glow of the light.

"Hi." Clark whispers as he settles on top of Bruce once more, his thumb caressing his mates pink cheek tenderly.

Bruce looks up at Clark with a soft look in his eyes, his breath hitching at how handsome his husband is. "Why do you never look like you slept?" He sighs wistfully as he looks at the ever perfect hair, as though he is imagining waking up in the morning looking just as put together as his alpha does.

"Really? No good morning or anything?" 

Bruce looks away from the dark curls and finally makes eye contact with his mate, a small smile gracing his face as he softly greets the taller. "Hi and good morning, Clark." Clark is soft for Bruce, he really and truly is, to the point where it seems overwhelming. The alpha returns the smile and whispers, "I'm going to kiss you now." Waiting for his mate to nod his head before he lowers his head and gently presses his lips to the omega's, smiling into the kiss when hearing the satisfied hum from the other and softly licking at his mate's lips carefully for permission to enter, rumbling in satisfaction when the omega opens up for him. Bruce feels overtaken with warmth as he kisses Clark; that's the way it always goes. The omega purrs contentedly as he kisses his husband, his arms wrapping around the alpha's neck when the man slowly deepens the kiss by licking into his mouth, his chest rising to meet Clark's as his back arches instinctively at the other's long tongue brushing against that one sensitive spot on the roof of his mouth. "C-Clark."

Bruce whines softly against the warm tongue, his heart fluttering at the possessive growl coming from Clark, the others warm, earthy scent turning to something deliciously smokey and heated as he nips at the omega's pink lips. 

"Bruce-" a suck of the tongue-" my omega-" a soft peck to plump lips-"my wife-" a deep, possessive growl as canines bite none to gently at the trembling mouth-"my mate." Clark whispers almost reverently against the sharp lines of Bruce's jaw as he trails a burning path of kisses down the omega's jaw and to his beautiful neck, biting at the mating mark and groaning softly at the pheromones released from the sensitive gland. "Rao, baby, you can't do this to me." Bruce squawks indignantly and weakly slaps at his alpha's shoulder, "W-What are you talking about?! I'm just sitting here and doing nothing–" the way Clark looks at him makes the omega pause, that godforsaken blush returning to his face as he forces down the urge to squirm away from the heated gaze–"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Clark gives Bruce an appraising look before nipping at his oblivious omega's nose, his voice laced with something heated yet soft as he looks down at the other and says: "You're the oblivious to my stupid, y'know that?"

The alpha only has point five milliseconds to explain/defend himself before Bruce starts trying to kill him, he hates any sort of implications that he doesn't know about something...even when sometimes said implications are true. 

Bruce-once what the alpha said catches up to his kiss melted brain-narrows his eyes warningly at his very stupid husband, his mouth opening to complain and argue about what Clark even means, when suddenly the dumb alpha overtakes his mouth once again with a self-satisfied smile. As though he knew exactly what the omega was thinking and decided to stop him before he could even say it. Bruce tries to fight against the surprise attack, but it's hard to when the alpha growls low in the back of his throat as he struggles around, the taller forcefully pushing his wife back down on the bed and wrapping the omega up in his arms when he arches too far away from him.

And if Clark is soft for a sleep addled Bruce (and just the omega in general) to the point of feeling overwhelmed. Then Bruce with a very forward and demanding Clark (and the alpha and who he is in general) is beyond overwhelmed.

And curse the alpha for knowing that and using it against him.

Clark smiles smug against the kiss bitten lips of his mate, tugging at the pink flesh for a moment before releasing the muscle with a soft hum. "You gon' let me explain?"

Ugh! That Midwestern lilt Clark can have in his voice is so darn charming. The alpha knows that and is once again using it against Bruce.

To reiterate: curse the alpha for knowing that and using it against him.

Bruce narrows his eyes in an attempt to show his displeasure, even though his body betrays said attempt by relaxing into the warmth of Clark's arms circling his body. A soft noise escapes the omega when his alpha just smiles knowingly down at him and kisses the tip of his nose softly. "You are oblivious because you seem to not truly understand the effect that you have on me-" Clark trails the gentle kiss to Bruce's nose down to his mates kiss bitten lips-"All you need to do is sit there for me to want to do anything for you. All you need to do for me to want to move the world is simply look at me and I would do it all."

The alpha's gaze suddenly returns to a heated look while he nips at the omega's chin, trailing a heated path of messy kisses from the delicate chin down to the pale, elegant neck.

"You don't even know how much you turn me on by just simply existing, sweetheart-" Clark's nostrils flare at the burst of pheromones Bruce releases because of the pet name, a low growl escaping him as he licks at his omega's neck-"when you let me do anything and everything for you." The alpha trails his kisses back up to Bruce's ear, his voice deep and seductive as he whispers. "You are always doing so much for the family and the world around you. Always moving, always acting, always doing absolutely anything to make sure people want for nothing, but what about you, sweetheart? What about my omega? What about my wife? What about my mate?"

Bruce squirms underneath Clark's heavy body, a soft whine escaping him at the tongue sucking on his earlobe, his arms wrapping around the alpha to keep him close.

"Y-You take care of me, alpha."

Clark's grin is all pride at Bruce's quiet confession, a low rumble of affection filling the room as he presses the omega into the mattress, as though he's completely trying to cover him from the outside world. "That's exactly right, baby, your alpha takes good care of you in a way I know no other alpha has before–you've told me as much, hm?" Bruce nods his head obediently, not even sure if the alpha meant it as an actual question or not, but answering anyway. "That's right. I take care of you because you chose me, and I can only thank you everyday for that honor, cause you-" a tender kiss is placed on Bruce's lips-"deserve the world and more. I love the way you sit back and allow me to do the heavy lifting when it's needed."

Clark groans and tightens his hands carefully around the omega's hips, "You are always so strong, and yet you sit back and let me protect you and the kids, you allow me to love every single one of you with all my breath."

Bruce doesn't know whether he's extremely turned on right now or falling absolutely in love all over again?

Both could be absolutely possible, but his body is going through this weird push and pull of feeling hot with pleasure and warm with fondness for Clark.

The omega's eyelashes flutter as he watches his mate slowly-gosh, every so slowly-roll his hips into the plush of his backside, a surprised gasp escaping him when the taller leans into his ear to whisper once more. "I love seeing you sit back and take it all from me: my love, my affection, my protection-" midnight blue eyes somehow darken even more as Clark thrusts his hips suddenly against Bruce's-"my pleasure. You always look so pretty when you lie back and take it all." Bruce feels his body trembling, a whine escaping him when Clark gives him that charming smile, his body reacting to the touch of self-satisfaction hidden within the smirk as the alpha deals the final blow. "Like such a good wife." Bruce gasps and feels his eyes water automatically from the words, from the overwhelming heat consuming him inside and out, his hands raising to try and cover his red face when Clark stares at him for too long. 

"W-What-" he stutters and grips at Clark's broad shoulders tightly-"I thought you...you were just complimenting me so innocently."

Clark chuckles and Eskimo kisses his omega, continuing to give his mate emotional whiplash from the two different sides he's showing. "I was-" a loving kiss to the other's forehead-"and I meant every word about how it's an honor and even a privilege to be able to love you in all the ways I've ever wanted to, and in the ways you deserve. But, it's also an honor to see you be good for me when we're alone, just the two of us, and it's also a pleasure to see you exactly like how you are right now: pretty and pink underneath me."

Bruce blushes (again) and slaps weakly at the older man's shoulder, "I married a monster-"

"No. You married an alien."

Bruce furrows his brows at the interruption and swats at the back of his mates head, "Shut it. Depending on who you ask, it's the same difference. The point is, I married an alien who's actually just a monster in disguise and no one would ever believe me if I told them that." Clark snorts playfully, "No. They wouldn't believe you because Bruce Wayne isn't married to an alien, he's married to a kind-hearted, mild mannered reporter from Kansas. Do you really want to be seen as insane? You come from Gotham, I think that's enough evidence to get you booked, so stop adding onto the list."

The alpha laughs at Bruce's displeased grumbling, accepting the slaps the other assaults him with with a toothy smile, crooning softly towards his mate when the other pauses and reddens from the smirk.

"You leave Gotham out of this, Kent. Don't you even get me started on Metropolis. And I don't care if I look insane, I'm used to seeing people say anything and everything about me...whether I'm Bruce Wayne or Batman. Plus, when I was younger I think the mental breakdowns I went through constantly didn't help my reputation either, so I'm pretty sure that some people still remember that and think I'm crazy."

Clark looks at Bruce in concern, "That...sounds horrible. I didn't know there were articles of you that young-" he pauses thoughtfully before asking-"just...just how old were you then?"

Asking questions like this can always go one or two ways: 1. Very good or 2. Not so good, there is hardly ever an in-between with these kinds of things. Especially as Bruce hardly likes recalling his childhood...and Clark doesn't wish to make the omega feel horrible on today of all days, but he can't help his curiosity and can only hope his mate will be comfortable enough to share more of his past with him.

Maybe it's the fact that it's his Birthday or maybe it's the snuggles and pheromones relaxing Bruce? 

But, all he does is frown slightly in thought towards the question. "Hm? I was only thirteen at the time...that was the age I officially tried to insert myself back into the media, but it turned out I actually wasn't quite as ready for it as I had expected-" he smiles awkwardly up at his husband-"As usual, I pushed myself a little too hard and got overwhelmed really quickly, it was really bad the first time and made Alfred really mad. Alfie really put work into making sure those articles released about me over the years were never heard of or talked about ever again. To this day, I still don't know how he managed to achieve that, and it's something he's never willing to tell me."

Clark relaxes at hearing what Alfred did, a happy smile overtaking the worry as he kisses Bruce's cheek, his voice a pleased rumble when he speaks. "I bet he killed them all."

Bruce chokes on his spit in surprise, his hand raising to check Clark's temperature in mock worry. "Who are you and what have you done with my mate? You are a hero, Clark...you shouldn't wish for the death of any innocent people." He can't help the giggle that escapes him when Clark playfully snaps his teeth at him, as though he's going bite him. "You said it yourself that you married a monster. Maybe it's my inner beast coming out? And I am a hero, that's why it sucks sometimes, because I'm not supposed to wish any harm to come to anyone-even the bad guys-even when I really want to. Those 'reporters' who said what they did about you are absolutely not innocent, they are predators who took advantage of someone who was in pain just for a good story, and that someone was my beloved who would grow to become the bestest omega, mother, wife and mate to ever exist."

Bruce doesn't even know how he manages to keep blushing, it should be impossible right now, but leave it to Superman to achieve the possible from the most hopeless of things.

"Stop it, Clark-" Bruce mutters bashfully-"I wouldn't say that I'm the best at it...but I try my hardest to be as great as I can in those roles." Clark nods to show he's listening before biting the omega's shoulder, smiling innocently when his mate protests. "That's for speaking negatively about yourself. And I'm sorry, baby, but we can't accept the wrong opinions at this point and time, so when you are actually right, come try again."

Bruce huffs and tries to hold back his smile, resting back against the pillows as he hugs Clark close to his chest.

The silence in the room is comfortable as Bruce strokes the alpha's curly hair carefully, the taller inhaling the scent of the omega deeply before exhaling in deep satisfaction from the smell alone, a long-suffering sigh escaping Clark as he nuzzles into the shorter man's chest. "I can still smell your arousal from earlier, B, s'clinging to you like a second skin. I don't know whether to be relaxed or turned on." Bruce chuckles softly and playfully tugs at the short hairs on the back of the alpha's neck, "That's your fault. You had to switch from innocent poetry to verbal p-o-r-n." Clark lifts his head up from the omega's endowed chest to raise a curious brow at him, "Why did you spell it out? It's only me and you."

Bruce rolls his eyes and pinches at Clark's nose for the dumb question, "The twins are in the nursery right next to us. We don't know what their cute, sensitive little ears can make out."

The alpha just smiles fondly at his mate, enjoying when the man acts like such a mother. "Honey...they are only eight-months-old, they can't even read and don't know what most words we say mean yet-" the glare his mate gives him causes Clark to backtrack immediately-"Of course, our kids aren't a stupid alpha like I am, so they are definitely way smarter than that and could probably understand what we are saying. I think you are right for being so careful about this, that's what I think."

Bruce purrs in contentment and nods his head, "Yes. Which is exactly why we can't just say everything in front of them, especially as our babies are learning to speak now, they'll be picking up what we say a lot more now than ever before."

Clark nods and hugs his omega close again, sighing wistfully into the other's neck, "Yeah...maybe I should have taken you on a vacation for your Birthday? That way we can say whatever we want and do whatever we want without cute, sensitive little ears hearing us. You aren't known for being the most quiet-ow!" Bruce sticks his tongue out at Clark when the alpha whines pitifully at being slapped, "You're being dramatic! I can't even hurt you like this. And I do know how to be quiet–" his cheeks redden at the way Clark looks at him, the man's dark stare saying 'oh really?'–"What?! I do know how to be quiet. Maybe it's you that makes all the noise."

The alpha just chuckles low in his throat and places a tender kiss to his mates pouty lips, "Defensiveness has never looked prettier-" he croons deeply-"Though that argument doesn't work, sweetheart, not when we got noise complaints at my crappy apartment. A crappy apartment with thin walls with-might I remind you-residents that already knew my name by then. I still remember when Mrs. Greta congratulated me for finally getting a mate–you remember that? She baked us some cookies and demanded I massage you for the rough treatment."

Bruce groans loudly in embarrassment, throwing his head back against the pillow. "That was such a horrible first meeting to all of your neighbors! I never wanted to show my face there again for my lack of decorum."

Clark smirks against the other's chest and places two loving kisses on his sternum, "But I like it when you de-decorum-ize." He smiles, pleased at the laugh he gets from Bruce for the made up word. "And if I'm not able to make you lose a bit of your etiquette with my–" he glances towards the nursery thoughtfully–"you know what buried deep inside of you, then I think I'm failing at my job." Bruce giggles and kisses the corner of his alpha's mouth in thanks, "You do care about the babies! And it's okay, Clark-" his icy blue eyes soften, that familiar pink coloring his cheeks as he looks down at the man through fluttering eyelashes-"I like losing my decorum for you."

Clark feels his breath being taken away at the sight of his lover, the soft glow of their lamp seeming to soften Bruce's face while also calling attention to the piercing glow of his brightly colored eyes.

The omega watches his mate humorously as the man loses control and smothers his face back into his chest with a loud, frustrated groan, a few fake sobs escaping him as he hugs Bruce close. "We should have totally went on a vacation for your Birthday! Then I wouldn't have to wait until night to get my hands on you." Bruce shakes his head fondly at the alpha's attitude while also grunting in disapproval, his fingers stroking across the alpha's head reassuringly. "You wouldn't dare. I love being with all of my family during special days like this and would hate to be separated from any one of them if I can help it. Especially the babies, they need me–need us right now, and I would hate to deprive them of our time together."

Clark sighs softly, "I know...but how much closer could they want to be with you? They incubated for eight to nine months inside of you. It was crowded, dark and I'm sure comfortable, they could learn to give you some free time with me."

Bruce's brows twitch as he tries not to laugh, unable to help the laughter that escapes his upturned lips anyway whenever Clark gets this way. He knows that the alpha isn't genuinely possessive over him, especially when their pups are involved, however, the man can feel a little put off whenever he feels he hasn't been able to spend an appropriate amount of time with his mate.  And as usual. The omega just hugs the man close and pats his back reassuringly, "But you are such a good father, Clark, so patient even when you feel frustrated. And you help me so much too when I need help and feel a bit overwhelmed as well. You know...one of the reasons I love spending my Birthdays and holidays here, is because you are such a good alpha, mate and husband. You make me feel so comfortable in a place I felt so alone in for such a long time, that now, all I want to do is make new memories here."

He smiles at Clark when the alpha looks at him, "Like this one. It's always nice to wake up beside you in our bed, not some random bed halfway across the world or in another state–but here, with you, in the house you turned into a home with me."

Clark's eyes crinkle at the corners from how hard he's smiling, his chest puffing out in pride at the knowledge of how relaxed and happy he's able to make his lover feel around him and around places he once used to not be so fond of. "Well...when you put it that way, I see what you mean. I've always wanted to have a family of my own...and you all are my everything now–this place is my everything. I don't think I'd want to be separated from it either. Even if it's just for a Birthday."

This is why Clark is so amazing to Bruce: he always understands what he means and how he feels.

And the omega knows that it's not just on a surface level, the alpha has gone through very similar losses and feelings of loneliness throughout most his life, in just the exact same way Bruce has felt the majority of his. It's just that they handled their loneliness and hardships very differently, with the omega being a touch more harsh around the edges when it comes to the people around him (except children of course), and Clark being in a weird limbo of wanting that connection with the people and world around him, yet never really feeling he fit in or related with those he interacted with.

They both grew up thinking they were or would be monsters in their own way.

Clark with his constant worrying he'd harm someone with his superpowers, always fearing a lack of self-control.

And Bruce, who always fretted about being a curse to anyone and everyone around him, thinking that all he would ever do was harm those around himself with a curse of death. I mean, it happened to his parents during one bad night, so why wouldn't it happen during another?

But both?

Both have strived for control out of their fears of never being in control. And all the years of patient and grueling training have payed off: they both ended up meeting one another due to a common goal; protect their cities and their world.

Clark often likes to say that fate is what led them to each other, that their similarities in losing their worlds in just one day and never wanting that to happen to anyone else, is what drew them together like moths to a flame.

While Bruce says it was just Clark playing kindergarten and trying to make friends that made them meet.

Or his ass.

He's not too picky about the answer. Just as long as it's not mushy and romantic like Clark's comment is.

Those kinds of responses always cause the omega's heart to flutter, because even if he won't admit it to anyone out loud, he is actually a little bit of a romanticist at heart; little romantic gestures make him swoon.

Too bad he doesn't know how to handle his own deep desires though, cause he always ends up saying something insulting or otherwise about what's going on. But luckily enough, Clark understands his mate well and just laughs it off, calling the shorter cute for the embarrassment (which he likes doesn't like).

Anywho...

Whether it's fate, good timing or an omega's ass that brought the two together, they are here with one another now. And that's all that matters to them both.

Bruce leans his head down to lightly kiss Clark's lips, his eyes squinting against the sunlight peaking through the crack of the closed curtains, a soft hum escaping him as he pulls away from the alpha. "I hadn't even realized it was sunrise already." Clark hums softly and glances at the clock, "Why is it already seven-thirty in the morning? I'm surprised none of the kids have woken us up yet."

It's as if the comment sparks a chain reaction as a soft gurgling sound comes from the babies nursery, another little sound being made right after the first one. "Neeeeever mind. The boys are up."

Bruce smiles up at the alpha and gently pushes at the larger man's chest hurriedly, "Get up. I want to see my babies."

The twins must be developing super hearing already, as one of them lets out a loud coo at hearing Bruce's voice and a small, "Ma...ma", is babbled. The omega just smiles wider at hearing the noises coming from the nursery, a loud purr escaping him as he coos back at the baby, "That's Damian."

Clark raises his brow, curious as to how Bruce can even tell the difference between the babbling baby voices.

"How do you even know that?"

Bruce looks at the alpha as though he's insane, "Because it's Damian. I don't know how to describe it...I just know it is."

Clark watches his mate sit up, a deep, overwhelming feeling of love overtaking him at the sight of the omega's sleep tousled hair, rumpled up night shirt and naturally pink lips upturned into a happy smirk at the sound of their pups.

"Bruce."

Clark whispers softly and smiles wider when the omega finally looks at him, leaning in and capturing the other's lips tenderly with his own, not allowing the shorter to voice his curiosity as to why his husband is staring so intently at him. "You're as radiant as the sun on a hot summer's day." He smiles against Bruce's lips before pulling away until they are touching forehead to forehead, his hand rising to cradle the omega's cheek in his hand. "And as gorgeous as a flowers first bloom in spring."

Bruce exhales shakily at the soft tone, his heart warming with a deep, all consuming affection as he shakily calls his alpha's name, "Clark."

The alpha just kisses the tip of Bruce's nose in response, a soft sigh escaping him as his thumb rubs back and forth on the other's soft skin of his cheek. "And the fact that you're all mine and I your's is as exciting as getting a present on Christmas Day."

Bruce flushes heavily at the words, butterflies wings lightly fluttering against his stomach as he whines in embarrassment and pushes at his husband's face, lifting their blanket up to hide his face and cover his reddening cheeks. "S-Shut up-" he stutters out, his ears twitching at the fussy garble coming from their babies, waving away Clark to the nursery while being thankful for the distraction-"Go get the twins. They are getting impatient waiting on us."

The taller just hums in pleasure at seeing his beloved mate so shy, floating over to the nursery door and cracking it open with a soft call to Damian and Jon.

Bruce exhales in relief when Clark finally disappears, lowering the blanket from his disheveled appearance and smoothing back his hair as he fixes the bed so the pups will be comfortable, taking his and the alpha's pillows and placing them at his sides in preparation to feed Damian and Jon. The omega finds himself pausing in his careful ministrations in favor of listening to his mate croon to the two boys, a fond sigh escaping him as the man talks to the boys as though they understand him, asking them how they slept and if it was a good one. A chuckle escapes Bruce when the soft moment is interrupted by the alpha fake scolding Damian for hitting at him suddenly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as Clark appears in the doorway with the two pups cradled in his arms, a coo escaping him at the sight of the gurgling babies and a despondent alpha.

"What happened, poor baby."

"Damian attacked me suddenly." Clark answers at the same time Damian and Jon babble, the former twin shouting at his daddy's interruption and glaring at him.

Bruce giggles again, smile growing wider when Jon copies him with a cute laugh of his own, his chubby hands clapping together as his excitement overtakes him, "Mama." The omega purrs happily and extends his arms to the babies, happy and content pheromones escaping his neck glands at being called by his name. "Yes, honey, mama. Good boy, Jon. You're so smart already, yes you are." Clark sighs dramatically as his assault is brushed aside, walking forward and carefully handing off the boys to their mother, his own own pheromones betraying his pretend dramatics as he croons at seeing the pups snuggle up to Bruce. "Ma...ma."

Damian gurgles happily too, his big eyes staring expectantly up at Bruce, as though he's waiting for the same praise.

Bruce smiles down at both pups and kisses their fat faces, scenting the babies and tucking them in close as he praises them. "I didn't forget about you, Dami, you're a very smart boy too. So good at saying mama already, do you know how happy that makes me?"

It's as if they truly understand every word coming from the omega as they giggle and clap their small, fat hands (their favorite thing to do), cooing up at their mom as if they are holding a conversation with him. The bed dips suddenly and Clark is quickly scooting closer to the trio, a happy smile on his face as he croons softly for his pups attention and smiling when they look his way, a large finger pointing to himself in barely concealed excitement. "Very good, boys. Can you say, dada?"

Jon innocently eats his fist while glancing over at his twin while said twin just stares at their father surprisingly disinterested for a baby.

Clark doesn't give up though and keeps pointing at himself, "Say dada. You got it boys."

Damian smacks at Bruce's arm, looking up at his mom and back to his dad before keeping his stare on the omega, a wide smile gracing the round face as he coos. "Mama."

Bruce squeals at how much more smoothly his baby said his name this time around, hugging the babies close and kissing them again. "Good boy, Damian! You said it even better than before. Isn't that great, alpha?" Clark just stares dejectedly at the pups, feeling betrayed by his own seed and flopping onto his back with a groan. "Yeah, omega, it's great. But, I think Damian is out to get me...he doesn't appreciate me that much." The omega frowns at his mate and grumbles in disagreement, "You're his daddy, Clark, why wouldn't he appreciate you? He's just a little baby-" Bruce smiles down at the pups, inhaling their milky scent and kissing at their fat necks-"our little baby. And sometimes they just smack things a lot, hm? Maybe they sense that out of the two of us, you are the near indestructible one, so they feel better smacking you."

Bruce snickers at his theory, gently nudging the alpha with his foot and pausing when his ankle is carefully grabbed in a large hand.

"It all makes sense now-" Clark kisses at the bone-"They are just copying you. You slap at me all the time."

Bruce opens his mouth to protest but immediately flashes back to all the times he swatted at Clark this morning, a soft pink coloring his cheeks yet again at being called out. "T-That's because you always say the dumbest things...and the next thing I know, my hands are slapping at your arms or shoulders." Clark hums and releases the other's ankle, "Well...you are quite the charmin' little thing whenever you're flustered. You look like a cherry blossom and are just as pretty as one whenever you blush." 

Bruce has no words right now. Why does his alpha insist on trying to kill him this morning?

Even worse is how Clark just smiles self-satisfied and croons to Damian and Jon for their attention, his voice soft and sincere as he asks, "Ain't that right, boys? Your mommy is the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth?" Damian stops his pulling at Bruce's night shirt in favor of cooing in answer, the way he stares up at the other with shining green eyes making both alpha and omega think their kids understand a lot more words than regular babies do. "Mama." He gives a toothy smile up at his mom, the apple of his cheeks rounding out as he gurgles happily, chewing on his fist while continuing to give Bruce an amazed look.

Jon coos too, his little feet kicking into Bruce's breasts as he wiggles and squirms around, his smile wide and joyful just like Damian's and the way his eyes squint while smiling similar to Clark's as he claps his hands in a random burst of excitement. "Mama."

The amount of adoration Bruce feels for his children is overpowering, tears wetting his eyes as he looks down at his pups and quickly hugs them close to his chest, an overjoyed scent permeating the room as he sniffles against the softness of their baby hairs. "Clark...thank you for making them with me." The alpha's deep blue eyes soften at the omega's wobbly smile and his sincere thanks, his large hand reaching out to squeeze comfortingly at Bruce's ankle. "I wouldn't have done it with anyone else but you. You cooked up some beautiful babies for us, thank you for your hard work."

Bruce smiles at his mate, startling slightly at the small mouths drooling over his shirt and trying to suck at his nipples through the cloth, a soft laugh escaping him as he purrs at the pups. "I know, I know. Mommy's sorry for not getting your breakfast ready yet."

Clark watches warmly as his mate fluffs up the pillows he prepared on his sides before setting the pups down on each side of himself, unbuttoning his shirt so that the twins finally have access to his breasts and helping them latch on. A content sigh escapes both omega and alpha; Bruce's due to the feeling of his pups gentle suckling and feeling of achievement and accomplishment at feeding the boys, while Clark's is from seeing his beloved relaxed and happy, and pups well fed.

The alpha shares a proud look with Bruce before he slightly tilts his head towards the bedroom door, his super hearing extending beyond their room and to the noises he finally realizes is going on beyond it, a tenderness shining in his eyes as he smiles.

"It seems like the rest of our pups are up and working on breakfast."

Bruce just hums softly and lies back against the headboard with a relaxed look on his face, the only sounds being made are the soft suckling of his babies, his own content purrs and the sound of the birds singing good morning outside. 

He's never felt so at peace before.

Clark places a soft kiss on top of Bruce's foot before rising from the bed, quietly walking over to the curtains and drawing them open and exhaling loudly at the comforting feeling of the sun against his skin, closing his eyes at his body quickly soaks up the energy. "It's a beautiful morning today, Bruce. It's shocking cause Gotham is usually so smoggy." Bruce keeps his eyes trained on the alpha as he turns around, his breath catching and heart stuttering in his chest at the sunlight outlining the other's strong body, his already sun kissed skin seeming to glow from the solar energy the sun provides and his black hair seeming almost as dark as ebony in comparison to the bright light shining down on him. "Gorgeous."

Clark blinks in surprise before smiling big, his chest poking out at the attention from his omega. 

Bruce smiles fondly at his mate when seeing the others reaction, "Maybe the sky cleared up because it knew you'd be here. The sun seems to be attracted to you no matter where you go, like you're a flower." He looks at Clark from head to toe, taking in the broad shoulders and strong lines of his body, glad that the alpha forewent putting on his shirt first thing in the morning so he can have this view. "A very pretty flower."

The look Clark gives Bruce causes the omega to snap out of his soft rambling and distracted staring.

"Now who's the one waxing poetic?" The alpha's voice is breathless as he asks, a small flush rising on his cheeks as he beams at the omega, though his eyes betray just how much he enjoys the compliments.

Bruce blushes himself at the other's tone, using Jon as a shield to hide his face behind as the babies are done feeding, his voice timid and slightly annoyed by being embarrassed. "J-Just put on your shirt before the rest of the pups come up, they've probably finished the food already." He gasps as Clark is suddenly in front of him with his shirt on, his eyes drifting down to his wife's exposed breasts and eyeing the small beeds of milk that escape his nipples, clearing his throat and looking the other in the eyes as he buttons up his nightshirt for him. "We can't forget about mama either."

Jon smiles at hearing his mama's name, small arms extending to Clark so he can be held. 

Bruce hands over Jon to Clark while he picks up Damian and scents the boy some more, doing his best to get over the alpha's heated look from before. "Stupid alpha."

The Kryptonian just chuckles at his omega and the fact his words don't have the same heat as they usually do when he says that, the alpha scooting over to sit next to Bruce so he can scent the shorter and Damian, said pup flailing his pudgy hand at his papa for interrupting his cuddles with his mama. "No hitting, Dami, I just wanted to scent you." Bruce giggles at the pout on Clark's lips, his ears twitching at the loud sound of his children scurrying through the hallway, their 'whispering' not so quiet as they debate who will enter first. The omega smiles softly and kisses Damian's cheek before handing him off to Clark, having to gently shush the older twin when the boy whines at being separated from his mother, "Hold onto them for me. Once Richard sees we're snuggling together, he'll immediately want in."

Clark nods in understanding and kisses at Damian's disgruntled face repeatedly, crooning happily when the pup (despite being unhappy about the sudden switch up) allows him to gently nibble at his chubby face and neck.

The doorknob slowly starts to turn, both Bruce and Clark remaining silent as the door opens slowly to reveal Alfred, the older alpha smiling kindly at seeing his son and son-in-law already up with the pups. "Good morning, Bruce, Clark and pups. I told these loud lot that you two would already be awake-" he gives a slight side eye towards the loudly protesting pups-"just as you are every year."

Richard pushes through his siblings, clutching a small vase of flowers in his hands and pouting Alfred's way for entering the room first.

"Alfie! You were supposed to let one of us go first-hey!"

Jason elbows Richard in his side, his brows furrowed in displeasure at the eldest. "You're the one to talk! I was supposed to enter first because I have the food...kind of."

The nineteen-year-old attempts to (gently) shake off the siblings that insist on clenching tightly to the food tray, their bodies dangling in the air and a squawk of protest coming from Stephanie at the rough treatment. "Stop moving us around so much, stupid! Both of you are in the wrong! You-" she narrows her eyes at Jason-"were supposed to let me and Cass carry in breakfast because ma would obviously want to see our beautiful faces first and not the horror story that's yours. And second: Richard was supposed to let Tim carry the flowers in since he's the one that picked them!"

The eldest gasps dramatically, a hand raising to grab at his heart as he stumbles backwards towards their parents bed and falls dramatically on top (making sure to keep the vase steady as he does), a whimper escaping him as he makes sad eyes at Bruce.

"Do...do you hear of this slander, mama? What I'm being accused of? Does no one recognize what I've done for this family?"

Jason rolls his eyes and continues with his attempts at shaking Tim and Stephanie off of his food tray, "Pfft! What? How you give us all a headache. Trust me...it's hard to forget what you've done for us when we are reminded everyday of it." Richard wails pitifully at the slander, sniffling loudly as he inches his way over like a worm towards a humored Bruce, hiding his head in his mom's chest. "I'm being bullied." Bruce's eyes crinkle in happiness, a soft coo escaping him as he indulges his eldest son's theatrics. "My poor Dicky bird." He purrs happily at the sight of the pretty roses expertly arranged inside of the vase, "The roses are gorgeous, puppy. Thank you for helping Tim with the flower arrangements."

Richard immediately perks up at the praise and looks up at his mom with a bright smile, setting the flowers carefully down on the side table after letting the omega smell them, sticking out his tongue at the rest of his siblings and smiling cockily when being praised.

Immediately causing a chain reaction from the rest of the group as they loudly clamber forward to receive compliments too.

"Mom! I helped grandpa cook breakfast!"

Jason extends the food tray towards the omega, scowling down at Stephanie and Tim when they start gnawing at his arm and even try to take credit. "Don't listen to him ma! Alfred did most of it."

Cass watches on the sidelines, an amused smile gracing her round face while watching the banter, her smile growing soft when she looks towards her mom and dad. Her hands tugging a confused and timid Kon behind her as she pushes through the battlefield and to the bed, "Good morning, mommy, and Happy Birthday! Sorry about the noise today...we didn't have much time to organize how we'd come in-" she gives an apologetic smile while nuzzling into Bruce in greeting and doing the same with Clark-"but we did our best on the presentation of everything-oh! And don't listen to Stephanie, Jason and Alfred did all the cooking while she burned everything."

Stephanie suddenly shouts in protest and releases the tray in favor of tackling Cass into the bed with a playful growl escaping her lips.

"You traitor! I thought we were friends?!"

Cass smiles and nips at the older girl's chin playfully as they wrestle on the bed, careful to avoid hitting the babies in Clark's arms. "The best of friends." Steph stops her assault at the admission, a happy croon escaping her as she lets the younger go. "Fine...you win cause you are just so cute." She huffs and turns to Bruce with a wide smile on her face, "Hi mama! I know that your day was ruined by seeing Jason first thing in the morning, but I hope that I can make it a little better?" 

The female alpha kisses the omega's cheek loudly, shouting when she's grabbed by the nape of her neck and pulled away from Bruce, only to have her face shoved into the mattress. "Shut the f–udge up-" Jason glances at the babies briefly before looking down at his sister-"you're just mad because you suck ass–tronomically at cooking." He ignores the girl's protests in favor of settling some of his weight on her while leaning forward to greet Bruce, his eyes shining in adoration towards the omega. "Happy Birthday, mama. I put my foot into the food...so I hope you like it?" Steph slumps in defeat underneath the younger boy's weight, rolling her eyes at Jason's words. "Why would B wanna eat food that tastes like sweat, testosterone and fungus?" Jason quickly hands over the food tray to Bruce so he can put Steph in a headlock, the pack smiling at the giggles coming from Damian and Jon.

Barbara shakes her head at everyone's antics like a tired aunt left to watch her rowdy nieces and nephews, rather than an older sister.

She gives their mom a knowing smile and kisses the man's cheek, scenting the other in her neutral scent before pulling away. "Happy Birthday, mom. Can't escape the noise even today of all days, huh?"

Bruce purrs happily at all the love, smiling softly when Tim crawls towards him and kisses him, the teen scenting Bruce in his cinnamon, nutmeg and orange scent.

"Good morning, mama. Happy Birthday!"

Bruce smiles at his seventh youngest and scents the younger back, his eyes sparkling with an uncontrolled affection as he looks at the beta. "I wouldn't want to escape the noise—this is the best kind any how." The omega looks at Conner afterwards as he's the only one who hasn't said his good morning yet, a soft chirp escaping him as he calls to the pup, opening up his arms wide when that's all the teen needs to launch himself into the omega with a soft call of his own. "G'morning mother."

Bruce smiles kindly and nuzzles the boy's head with his own, looking at the rest of his children tenderly. "Thank you my babies."

Conner smiles shyly at his mom before turning to Clark, his gaze turning to something more guarded as he looks at the older alpha wearily, feeling a bit more comfortable getting close as the man is holding babies. "G-Good morning, father." The boy fidgets and stiffens up, his heterochromatic eyes closely watching the elder as he shifts Jon to be held in the arm Damian is in and raises his free hand to slowly pat at the boy's head, crooning towards the half-Kryptonian reassuringly. "Good morning, pup. It was nice of you to help your siblings with B's breakfast."

The teen slowly but surely relaxes into the gentle head pats, a proud smile on his face at receiving praise from his alpha. 

"T-Thank you, father...I have never tried cooking before. I wanted to try making this thing called toast."

Clark raises a brow and nods his head to show he's listen, "Oh yeah? Did it work out for ya?"

Conner suddenly looks chagrined, bowing his head as he twists his shirt in his hands. "I think so? I ate it all." At his father's loud burst of laughter, Kon quickly looks up at the older alpha in confusion...he thought he would be punished for taking food away from mother. "W-Why are you laughing at me?!" Clark clears his throat to stop his laughter, though his lips betray how he still finds the situation funny, a soft look in his eyes as he ruffles Kon's hair. "I'm not making fun of you, Kon. I just thought the situation was a bit funny and endearing...I don't think your mother minds that you ate the toast."

Bruce purrs when Kon looks his way, "It's okay, pup. I'm glad that you enjoyed the food."

Conner's shoulders slump in relief at the reassurance, the boy blushing at how he freaked out over nothing and yelping when he's tackled by his siblings into the bed for pack snuggles.

The omega shares a small smile with his alpha before glancing at Alfred, who is standing at the foot of the bed watching his grandchildren lovingly, the elder turning to look at his son when the younger squeaks like a puppy. "Dad " The old alpha softens at Bruce extending his neck to be scented by the pack alpha, a soft croon escaping the Brit as he lowers himself down on the omega's side of the bed to scent him. "Happy Birthday, my dear boy."

The younger relaxes against the headboard with a content sigh, a feeling of completeness settling within himself as he's officially been scented by all of the family.

Apparently though, all the scenting has gotten to Damian-which also means it's gotten to Jon-as the pup(s) start cooing and whining for Bruce again, the eldest twin slapping at Clark when the alpha hasn't given him over to his mom yet. "Mama." The baby stretches opens and closes his hands towards the omega, slapping away at Richard when the man tries to comfort him. "Ow! I'm just trying to hand you to mom, Dami." The boy responds with a grumpy scowl on his face, a grunt escaping the baby as he is cradled in Richard's arms, his head swiveling automatically towards Bruce and keeping his eyes trained on the man. "Mama."

Richard playfully rolls his eyes at the pup's behavior, "Is that all that is ever on your mind is mama and milk? What about me? Aren't I your favorite"

It's as if Damian knows what Richard is saying as he stares the alpha down, a serious look in his eyes as he gurgles happily. "Mama."

Bruce laughs at the forlorn look on his eldest child's face, the omega clicking his tongue to get Damian's attention again and grabbing the twins from both alphas. "That's right! Mama is your favorite, right? Damian and Jon are my favorite too–" he trills happily at the joyful smiles both boys give him–"Yeah, that's right. You are my little babies, yes you are and I love you so much." Clark rubs at Richard's back comfortingly, chuckling to himself at the young man's dramatics, but know that he's not actually jealous (at least he hopes not). His deep blue eyes take in the sight before him: Conner being attacked with snuggles by the girls and Tim, Jason leaning against Bruce's side (though he keeps having to fight off his siblings who eye the spot jealously) and Alfred who has taken to feeding the pups fruits from Bruce's fruit bowl, his sons munching happily on the food while the old alpha croons at the twins happily.

Bruce notices Clark's staring and smile at the older, pushing his plate over towards the alpha and opening his mouth up when the other looks at him curiously.

"Feed me."

The Kryptonian chuckles and picks up a grape first, watching adoringly at how his omega closes his eyes and hums happily around the fruit, glad their kids are too distracted playing with each other to notice him leaning forward to capture his mate's lips in a sweet kiss. "Thank you, darlin' for allowing me to be a part of this family." His voice is nothing but a whisper, as though if he were to speak any louder, the moment would end and he'd realize it was all just a dream. "I'm glad I didn't take you in that vacation."

Bruce smiles against the other's lips, pulling away with a light laugh as he allows the chaos of his family to wrap him in a warm embrace. His forehead rests against Clark's as he thinks of only three words to say to the alpha, a special kind of gentleness in his gaze as he whispers.

"I was right."

(I bet y'all thought the three words were I love you, huh? I was going to end it all mushy...but I have had enough of that and made Bruce be smug about it instead XD. The man can't handle romance properly to save his life lol.

I had plans to make three more posts on my Birthday...but I obviously cannot and did not. So, sadly this all you all get of me today :3, I hope the story was just as enjoyable as all my other one's?

You all taking time to simply glance at this story is enough to make my heart full with love! So I truly thank every for the constant love and support ☺️, seeing you all actually enjoy the stuff I put out is exciting to me.

Also, this story is related to the 5+2 story as it has Kon in this along with Damian and Jon as twins (like the majority of readers requested in said 5+2 *on ao3*). While the Difficulties of The Working Class fic goes along the lines of if I stuck with introducing a 10 year old Damian like how it is in canon (I'm still working on that story btw...and I am truly sorry for the horribly long wait 💀💀💀).

I don't know what else to say except that I truly appreciate all of you! Everyone of you are very special and muchly appreciated, thank you!

I hope everyone has a great first day of March (it's my Birthday wish). So, please remember to stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)