#only next day the kid kicks down your door and demands to go again

[maramahan]

So my shady little sucker went and challenged a local dojo to a human + pokemon fistfight

And

uh

…it hasn’t been going very well?

So a friend of mine started running a Pokemon ttrpg for a few of us, and I’m having a very good time so far

I caught my first pokémon yesterday — my first Pokémon aside from my starter, that is — and it went something like this:

[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (3)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, grumpy Bucky, awful boss, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope

How to cure a grump (2)

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Tonight, you don’t get much sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, knowing your boss, the man costing you your job and future, is sleeping right next door.

How dare he come here to demand shit from you after kicking you out two days before Christmas! Mr. Rogers knew about the password and PIN. He could’ve easily told your boss about it.

“Wait! That bastard!” You sit up on your bed and curse loudly. They are friends. Maybe this is some sick game they are playing. “I won’t be the butt of their jokes!”

When you get out of bed, you push your feet into the Santa Claus-themed slippers your mom got you for Christmas last year. 

Looking down at your body, you chuckle as the shoes look so different from the high heels you wore for work. They look like Santa's face. They have a white, fluffy beard and mustache. A red Santa hat sits atop each slipper.

“Fuck it,” you mutter and storm toward the door. If Barnes wants to mess with you, he’ll pay for it.

You storm into the guest room without knocking, immediately switching the light on.

“What?” Bucky looks at you like a deer in the headlight. He sits on the bed, in nothing but his boxer briefs. While you try not to stare at his abs, muscular arms, or the prominent bulge in his pants, he’s less subtle.

Bucky looks you up and down in your red and white Christmas-themed pajama set. “Are you often wearing onesies?” He snorts. Bucky never spent time with a woman wearing anything but silky nightgowns, or only a smile for bed.

You’re wearing a long-sleeved pajamas onesie style, featuring a fair isle pattern with elves, snowmen, and Christmas trees on a red background with white accents.

You huff. “I didn’t know you hold power over me in the bedroom too. It’s soft and plush, and I don’t give a shit if you like it or not. I want to know why you are here! Is this a trick? Do you and Rogers want to make fun of me?”

“Rogers must’ve forgotten you left the password,” Bucky grunts while wildly gesturing toward you. “I talked to him, and he didn’t mention it. If I knew about it, I wouldn’t have come here to spend the night at a guestroom in the middle of nowhere instead of getting drunk on Barbados, two hot blondes in my arms.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Figures,” you huff. “I’ll call Walt. Maybe, he can help us get you to the airport so you can leave all the little ants working for you behind to spend an annual salary on your vacation!”

“Not my annual salary,” he dares to say. Bucky even smirks, and you lose your temper again. Right when he gets up from the bed to grab his pants, you jump into motion and tackle him to the ground. He yelps as you slap him across the face, once, twice, three times.

Bucky grabs your wrists in an attempt to stop you from hurting him.

“Munchkin is everything—” Your mother chuckles as she watches you sit on top of Bucky. “Oh, kids, I’m sorry. If only I knew you’re celebrating your reunion!” She closes the door behind her, leaving you and Bucky to your fight.

“Tomorrow morning you are gone, bastard,” you growl. “Now let go of me before I castrate you.”

He smirks. “Your mom believed we were having sex. Did you keep her awake often while you were still living here?”

“Says the man whore,” you wiggle in his grip, snarling as he won’t let go. “I’m not the one with an endless stream of women leaving my bedroom.”

“Not only my bedroom.” He still smirks when he finally releases your wrists.

You hurriedly get up and glare at him.

“I don’t care. In the morning, you’ll find a way to get out of my house, and my town. Use your money for something useful for once. And don’t contact me again! You are dead to me”

Slamming the door shut behind you, you huff. How can women fall for your asshole boss? You can’t believe they only see his pretty façade.

“Morning, lovebirds,” your mother chirps as you make your way into the kitchen. She’s humming Last Christmas while you are in a sour mood. Bucky Barnes has this effect on you. “Oh, where’s James?”

You take a deep breath, ready to tell your mother the truth. This is a serious case of mistaken identity. “Mom, uh—do you remember that I told you my boyfriend broke things up with me some time ago?”

“Of course, Munchkin,” she coos while flipping a pancake. “I’m all for second chances, Y/N. Maybe he finally realized how much you mean to him. But—” She points a knife in Bucky’s direction the moment he steps into the kitchen. “If he messes up again, I’ll castrate him!”

“Like mother, like daughter,” Bucky grumbles as he steps further into the room. “Good morning. Please don’t start the new day by castrating me.” He flashes your mom a stunning smile, earning a giggle.

“Oh, I was joking, James,” she says and goes back to preparing breakfast for a whole football team. “What do you like for breakfast? We have waffles, pancakes, bacon, and eggs, or French toast.”

“I usually only eat egg white.” Bucky pats his stomach, rubbing it. “I try to stay fit.”

“For the ladies,” you sarcastically say. “Mom, he won’t stay for breakfast. James will leave now and try to get a flight back to New York.”

“What? No! He must stay for breakfast,” she sniffles and uses her powerful puppy dog look to make your resolve to kick your former boss out crumble. “What about the Christmas dinner? I already planned everything. I was awake all night!”

“Mom,” you sigh. “He needs to take care of business.” It’s not a complete lie. Bucky wants to take care of a few things back in New York. “Do you think we can make it to the airport?”

“No,” she pouts before taking a large bite from one of the waffles. You watch her chew slowly before speaking again. “The streets aren’t the only problem. Maybe we could make it to the airport with your dad’s old truck, but the airport is closed.”

“I got a private jet,” Bucky throws in, earning an angry look from you. Of course, that rich bastard has a private jet.

“James, no plane will take off today, or for the next days. Not even a private jet,” your mother points out. “If you’d excuse me now, I must pick up a few things for Christmas.”

“Mom, what about the snow?” You hate to see her sad face. “Do you want me to get what you need? I was always the better driver.”

“Your dad was the best driver—” She stiffens, and you can see grief flash up in her eyes. No matter how long he’s gone, she’ll always miss your dad. “He taught me everything.”

“I know,” you murmur and hold out your hand to squeeze hers tightly. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Yeah.” She nods while struggling to hold back a sob. “I forgot to add a few things to my Christmas list. The streets should be free for now. We should hurry before more snow will keep us from leaving.”

Much to your dismay, Bucky decided to join you on your shopping tour. His pilot told him there was not a chance to get back to New York anytime soon. Now he needs a place to stay over the holidays and boots. It’s too damn cold to wear slippers.

“Over there you can buy boots,” you say, and point at the only shop in town selling warm boots. “I’ll get the things on the list, Mom. You can wait here.”

“Alright, Munchkin,” your mom says while watching Bucky look at you, brows furrowed. He dips his head to watch you storm off. “Don’t take it to heart, James. Christmas was always hard for Y/N since her dad passed away, and John left her for some other girl.”

“John, huh?” Bucky asks as you are busy buying everything your mom has on her list. “What happened?”

“It’s not my place to tell you, James. All I can say is that they wanted to marry the next spring and John decided to cheat.” She huffs. “Y/N moved across the county to get away from him, their business, and the girl he chose over her.”

“Their business?” Bucky presses on. “What kind of business?”

“Oh, nothing special. They—” Your mother gasps loudly as John steps toward you at your aunt’s bakery. “No, no! This will ruin Christmas for Y/N!”

“What?” Bucky follows your mother’s eyes, seeing you stiffen as John stands in front of you to chat you up. “That him?”

“Yes, I must stop him from hurting her!”

“Leave this to me.” Your mother smirks when Bucky enters the bakery. She even chuckles as John’s fiancé watches your former boss walk toward you.

Bucky, on the other hand, doesn’t know what came over him until he shoves John out of his way to cup your face and kiss you fiercely.

You whimper against Bucky's warm and plump lips. It's been a while since someone kissed you, and this kiss is on top of your list.

“Dude, excuse me! We were talking,” John grunts as Bucky and you part. You stare at Bucky, unsure what to do. “Hey! This is not the place to make out!”

“What?” Bucky turns around to smirk at John. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. I was missing my fiancé, is all.”

“Fiancé?” John hiccups as you are too stunned to react. What just happened? Why did your former boss kiss you? Why is John here?

“Yes, fiancé. And I’d appreciate it if you stopped distracting her. Her mom is waiting outside, and it’s damn cold. We don’t want this lovely lady to get sick, don’t we.”

“Sure, sure,” John awkwardly stammers. “It was nice seeing you, Y/N. Have a good Christmas.” John and the woman he chose over you leave the bakery in a hurry.

You’re still shell-shocked and just watch them leave. What else can you do? If you slap Bucky’s face now, John knows this was all just play pretend.

Meanwhile, your mother stands outside the bakery, smiling to herself as Bucky nervously rubs the back of his neck.

How to cure a grump (4)

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[weirdsht]

Hihihi hello!!! Hope ur doing well 🫶🏻

Cale n the co with someone who likes to give quick, gentle kisses? It can be platonic as well (sorry i kiss everything i like)—the kids, rosalyn, cage, hannah, their pillows, n many more. Like imagine kissing the kids' foreheads more than just few seconds and so sweetly bc they love their adorable little faces with big doe eyes so much-- I'm gonna cry so bad bro. I live for happiness w my unreal beloveds 🫂

Hershey’s - LoTCF & Gn! Reader

notes: I think 4+1 fics are becoming my go-to...

tags: gender neutral reader, sickfic at the end, fluff, kisses, platonic

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

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When you first worked with Cale everyone was immediately introduced to your… peculiar habit.

Kiss!

[Name] kissed Cale’s hand as a greeting.

“It’ll be my pleasure to work with you young master.”

“Is this how you greet everyone?”

Cale asked but he didn’t look uncomfortable. Unlike when Clopeh compliments him. Because unlike that lunatic, the young master could feel the respect in that peck.

“When it seems appropriate. I’ll refrain from doing it if you are uncomfortable.”

Yup, [Name] is a hundred times better than Clopeh. They can’t even be compared.

“No, it’s fine. I was just curious.”

“As long as the young master doesn’t mind then.”

+~+~+~+~+~+

It was a rare day when everyone was taking a day off. No one was training or anything. They have all collectively decided to laze around.

“[Name] tells us a bedtime story!”

Raon demands as he and the kittens lie down on Cale’s bed. The owner was rolling around the marble floors somewhere else.

“But it’s still midday? Why would you want a bedtime story now?”

[Name] tilts their head in confusion at the kid’s demand.

“Cale told us that anytime is a good time to sleep nya!”

Hong reasoned as he tapped his paw on the bed for emphasis.

“Fair enough. I’ll get a fairy tale book then.”

Two stories in and the children already looked drowsy. All of them are ready to take a nap. [Name] closed the book they were reading and leaned down to kiss each of the children’s foreheads.

“Sleep well, kids.”

After that, they demand [name] to tell them a bedtime story every night.

…it certainly wasn’t because the kiss felt nice.

…not at all.

+~+~+~+~+~+

“Thanks for training with me Choi Han!”

[Name] thanked the swordmaster. Only the two of them are in the plaza. Everyone else had already finished for the day but [name] asked Choi Han for extra training.

“No problem.”

Choi Han replies as he hands his friend a bottle of water to drink.

Together they sat in silence. Only the sound of the water being drank and the towel wiping their sweat could be heard.

“Come one, let’s go. We have to shower before Beacrox kicks our asses.”

[Name] chuckled as they offered their hand for Choi Han to grab. The black-haired man also laughs as he imagines the chef’s angry face.

Once they reached the door to [name]’s room they got on their tiptoe.

Kiss!

Then kissed Choi Han’s cheeks.

“Thanks again, Choi Han! I’ll treat you to something nice next time!”

With that, they enter their room leaving the poor man outside with a very red face.

“First time?”

Rosalyn laughs as she passes by the swordmaster.

Choi Han knows that it’s just the way [name] shows affection.

But still, he can’t help but feel embarrassed.

+~+~+~+~+~+

Sniff. Sniff.

On sniffed as she held back her tears. 

Why the tears one might ask?

She accidentally scraped her knee while running around in the Forest of Darkness. The sting from the wound hurts so bad that it makes her tear up.

“Oh no baby come here. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[Name] picks the silver kitten up so they can clean the wound. Once they entered the room On was placed on the bed so they could get the first aid kit.

In no time, the kitten’s knee is all bandaged up.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“No. Thank you [name].”

[Name] smiled brightly as they received On’s gratitude. They then leaned down and kissed the silver kitten’s bandaged knee.

“To make it heal faster.”

“Then… every time one of us gets hurt we can go to you to kiss it all better?”

On paws [name]’s face. They are now on their way back to meet up with everyone.

“Of course! But that right is exclusive for children. The grown-ups can handle themself.”

[Name] winks at On and both of them giggle as they walk.

Deep inside, On thinks she shouldn’t tell the rest of the kids about this privilege.

She feels like they would deliberately hurt themselves just to get a kiss.

+~+~+~+~+~+

[Name] was sick with a fever. They have been delirious and fading in and out of consciousness for 2 days now.

There’s not much they remember but they did retain the memory of a bunch of people kissing them.

Kiss!

“Get well soon.”

Rosalyn kissed the crown of their head as she wished them well.

Kiss!

“It’s hard seeing my sparring partner sick like this. Get better soon so we can spar.”

Choi Han kissed their hand with a promise of spar.

Kiss!

“I know you said it’s exclusive for children but maybe it’ll work on you too.”

On pats their head as she kissed their forehead.

Kiss!

“Get well soon [Name]! Because you're sick I’ll read you a bedtime story instead!”

Raon kissed their cheek before he started reading a children’s storybook.

…[name] genuinely doesn’t know anymore if their red face is from their fever or their kisses.

[syrupfog]

Sanji who just wants a job as a sous chef but has yet to be hired, but has somehow managed to enter the world of being a private chef for extremely wealthy families. 

He hates them they remind him of childhood but he needs the cash. 

He starts working for Mihawk.

Mihawk who only eats odd, simple foods. Things that Sanji feels insulted to make. A LOT of toast with cream cheese and jam, honestly. 

Sanji’s bored out of his mind (he starts canning the fruit from Mihawk’s garden to pass the time)

Then one day, bursting through the front door come two people his own age, a woman with pink hair and a man with green, DEMANDING to know why Mihawk moved without TELLING THEM, HIS OWN CHILDREN

Sanji immediately pegs them for stuck up assholes. He’s grown to respect Mihawk, at least (he’s better than the Charlottes were). Spoiled rich adult kids who expect their lifestyles to be funded. Ugh. 

Mihawk blinks and says that he DID tell them.

There’s a lot more shouting as Sanji quietly pickles beets in the background. They come to some sort of truce around the idea that Zoro (the green haired one) lost his phone, and Perona (pink hair) blocked his number after Mihawk called at 2am about his yams.

They’re good yams, Sanji thinks. 

He also learns that they were on a “road trip of self discovery”. He’s not sure what that means. It sounds like rich kid speak for “spending spree”.

They integrate into the household though and, after being introduced to Sanji, Perona demands pink. Anything strawberry. 

Zoro says he’ll eat anything. Sanji doubts that. 

He tests it. 

He makes extravagant dishes. 

Zoro doesn’t seem to even notice, eating without complaint.

Honestly it’s good practice. He uses it as an excuse to get back into the hang of the fanciest things Zeff taught. 

But he still doesn’t like them. Rich assholes. Mihawk’s simple toasts get him a pass.

One thing about Zoro though is that he seems to spend all his time working out, so he comes looking for food at the ODDEST times. And SOMETIMES Sanji is ASLEEP. He’s got a room in the old servants’ quarters and Zoro will appear at any hour.

After the third time being awoken at 2am, Sanji snaps. 

“I’m preparing you a fucking shelf full of onigiri,” he says, pointing with a judgmental finger at Zoro’s chest. “That’s going to be your midnight snack from now on! Some of us need our beauty rest!”

Zoro blinks down at the finger. “Okay,” he says. “I mean. You clearly need it.” 

Sanji scoffs in outrage. He’s still half asleep. He aims a kick at Zoro’s head before he can process his one rule (“don’t hurt clients”). 

Zoro dodges. 

His face breaks out into a grin.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Curls,” he says. 

Sanji stumbles. He regains his footing and stomps down the hall, face aflame. 

He makes thirty onigiri. 

Zoro eats seven. 

“There, that’ll last you three more nights,” Sanji says.

Zoro nods. “So what time do I wake you up to get you to fight me again?” 

Sanji splutters. “No!!” He shrieks. “It’s three in the morning! I know you’re a rich fuck with nothing to do but some of us have jobs! I’m on call 24/7 here!” 

…he regrets it as soon as he says it.

Expects to be fired on the spot. 

Zoro frowns. He crosses his arms. “Fine,” he says, tersely. “Go to bed.” 

Sanji… does. He avoids turning his back on Zoro as he leaves the room, a bad feeling churning in his gut.

When he makes breakfast the next morning, he’s expecting to be fired as soon as Mihawk arrives, but Mihawk mentions nothing. 

Neither do Perona or Zoro when they appear, hours later. 

Sanji feels like he’s walking on eggshells until Zoro appears in his kitchen in early afternoon.

“Hey,” says Zoro. “I talked to my dad.” 

Sanji hangs his head. “So I’m fired?” He asks, dread pooling in his stomach. 

“Fucking what? No, Jesus. I just said you should have a regular work shift. Only like, ten hours on call.” 

“So you docked my pay,” Sanji says flatly.

“Now you’re being an ass,” Zoro growls. “NO, you’re being paid the same, you’re just going to have time off when I can’t bug you. That cool?” 

Sanji frowns, suspicious. “What do you get out of it?” He asks. 

Crossing his arms, Zoro scoffs. “Not getting yelled at at 2am, mostly.”

“You could’ve just not woken me up,” Sanji says. 

“You make it real hard to be nice to you, Cook,” Zoro says, running a hand through his hair. “I know you don’t like me, but I was just trying to do something nice.” 

Sanji melts a little, but he’s not willing to give in entirely. “Well thanks,” he says. “For not firing me, too.” 

Zoro rolls his eyes. “We’ve all had shitty jobs where we want to yell at customers,” He says. 

“Now I KNOW you’re lying,” Sanji argues. “I know how rich you are. I know what Mihawk pays me.”

Zoro looks… funny at him. “Did he ever happen to mention that we’re adopted?” 

Sanji blinks. Thinks of Zeff. “Uh, no?” 

“Yeah,” Zoro says. “Fucking Daddy Warbucks situation. I was seventeen. Trust me, I know customer service. Had to work to eat.”

“Well that’s not fair,” Sanji says. “Now I feel like a fucking ass.” 

“You ARE a fucking ass,” Zoro says. “Want to fight when you’re off work? Officially your shift ends at 6 now.” 

“Dinner is for seven so that won’t work.” Sanji says. “Shut up I have a chef’s integrity.”

“You’re not turning down fighting me?” Zoro asks, sounding oddly hopeful. 

“You spend all day working out so it’ll be unfair,” Sanji says. “But sure, I’ll kick your ass. Winner chooses what filling goes in your onigiri.” 

“Spicy salmon,” Zoro says. 

“Pickled plums,” muses Sanji.

They do end up fighting after dinner, out in Mihawk’s fancy topiary garden (he maintains it himself). 

Bruised and panting, they end up making out behind the large rabbit-shaped tree. 

It becomes A Thing.

[thesharktanksdriver]

a Magical Girl and the justice league 1 (platonic)

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Tagged: @harpy-space @mxtokko @viviyene

I shall make a part 2 sometime for the other members is just cause this already took me long enough lol

Also I’ll probably make one but for the light

It’s about a month after your initial adoption by Bruce that he knocks at your door one day

After you welcome him in your now adoptive father pokes his head in, a once empty storage room now full of personality and life

It makes him smile, especially as you you breathed a new sense of life not only here but also across the manor

As it turns out Superman, has practically been begging Bruce to bring you to the next Justice league meeting

And while Bruce wasn’t demanding you to go, he asked if you’d join (only if you were comfortable with it though) in the next few days

Safe to say you didn’t hesitate to say yes

Like fuck yeah your going, your not missing the opportunity to meet Wonder Woman…oh and the other ones

(Across the world several hero’s felt a chill go down their spine yet didn’t know why)

Each day you get more excited, your practically buzzing with excitement throughout the day and into the night

It gets to the pint that everyone kinda notices especially since your usually kinda stoic in the sense you control your emotions

It truly makes you seem like your age for once, bustling with energy and having a bright smile that makes your cheeks hurt after awhile

When he does take you (the others tried to convince him to let them come along he denied them) your extremely ecstatic

Your hand is slipped into Bruce’s, magical girl outfit practically sparkling in contrast to his grim and dark uniform

Safe to say it’s a culture shock to the rest of the league when the doors open to reveal you and Bruce

Y’all have the complete opposite aesthetic of the entire Batfam

You sit down, scooting your chair to a more comfortable distance near Bruce who hides a smile at the sight

Though the entire league is talking about serious stuff it’s obvious what their actually paying attention to

Your lightly kicking your feet under the table, Rigel curled around your neck and furiously taking note about what everyone says (lol)

You even colour code the entire transcript of the meeting

When the entire meeting is over and things have been discussed, Bruce is like “oh yeah this is my new kid. Say hi y/n” “hi” “let’s get this over with”

And then you have several adults crowding you looking at you with awe

Clark aka superman is the first to introduce himself, he reminds you of a golden retriever with how bright his smile seems to shine

He’s friendly and gentle, a certain enthusiasm in his voice as he lightly hovers above you till you use your powers to do the same

Bruce is brewing in misery as you, him, Hal and Martian man Hunter form a hovering squad

As he talks to you he kinda sends some slightly passive aggressive jabs at Bruce

Kinda salty his best friend didn’t fucking tell him how he adopted again, and that he didn’t respond for the 15th time to bring the family to his farm

He’s really happy the Wayne household has someone who’s as calm and level minded as you

God knows the amount of times he’s lost sleep wondering how Alfred keeps that house afloat

Thinks your outfits really fun and adorable, especially finds it cool that you can magically change it at will

He has a soft spot for small animals (he secretly befriended a few possums when he was a kid) so he loves Rigel

You haven’t told him that Rigel is an inter-dimensional god yet and your not sure he’d believe you

Definitely tries to convince you to meet his son and visit much to the chagrin of Bruce

Listen, Bruce likes Clark but he can be a bit overbearing for his and most of his families nature

100% will offer you a slice of his apple pie that Lois packed for him

Half the league doubles takes cause he’s never done that before and the last time flash ate it he was brooding in the corner

No matter the situation if he sees you he’ll give a polite little wave and smile even if it’s during a battle

Like once he and Luther were going at it but then you casually strolled by, both stopped gave you a hello and then right back into their fight

His wallet has pictures of Jon, Connor and Kara, and he’ll spend an hour talking about them

For April fools you buy him green rock candy as a joke and he eats it in front of lex

That leads to Luthor having a fucking panic attack now thinking the ONE thing that could seemingly kill him was now basically nothing to him

He finds it really funny if you change your outfit to look like a mini him cause it makes everyone (but especially Bruce) poute

When you find out that the only thing that separates his identities is a pair of glasses you end up not believing it

Until green arrow chimes in and is like “yeah that’s it”

Your silently wondering if people in metropolis just know he’s superman but don’t acknowledge it

Your betting on it with Flash and Aquaman

As a joke you begin calling him overpowered and a “Gary stu”. He’s so confused but doesn’t say anything

You sometimes go to him for writing tips for essays since he’s a reporter

And he absolutely helps you get an A without any effort

Lois and the rest of the family really want to meet you and he makes his fact very apparent

When your class trip went to metropolis he definitely does a fly by for fun

It makes you smile at how he makes the class erupt with cheers

Is definitely concerned for your safety but also your mental health because of the amount of stress you have over being the only one able to kill the “shadowmites”

He’s definitely glad Bruce has taken you under his wing and your basically safe wherever you go since you have some inate ability to befriend literally everyone by accident

He doesn’t really like you being friends with certain villains but as long as their not hurting you then he’s not complaining

Wonder Woman aka Diana Aka your favourite definitely catches on that she’s the favourite

And not to brag, she’s totally lowkey happy about it lol

She’s been your favourite hero since you were a kid since she was one of the only female ones

She reminded you of the magical girl cartoons you’d watch for your only bit of joy in the day

Thus you have a lot of respect for her

She finds it really cute that you look up to her so much

Especially since your such an amazing young mind with a kind heart

She doesn’t need her lasso to get that your telling the truth when you talk about basically abandoning your life to save others

100% tells you about themyscira and the Amazon’s whom she calls sisters

Definitely like everyone else finds your outfits really cute especially when she’s surprised by something new each time

Like the others she’s silently worried for your mental health but is at least happy you now have Bruce and his kids to help you as best they can

Maybe started a bet about what other villains you’ll end up befriending

Her bets are on Klarion since she has a feeling you’ll work whatever magic you did on Damien who’s similar in the fact that he’s a chaotic ball of anger

While meeting her you kinda inched your chair closer to her, she noticed and thought it was sweet

Bruce definitely pulls her aside as your talking to the others and explains that yeah “your the favourite” which makes her laugh at his kinda sour expression

At some point she places her tiara on you and takes a photo cause your super happy

She might be testing the idea of maybe taking you back home for a weekend cause she knows everyone would be really happy to meet you

Since she’s kinda immortal you go to her sometimes for history projects

She’s always happy to help especially since she really enjoys talking of all the change she’s seen over the years

It kinda makes her feel fuzzy that someone is interested since she kinda assumes most people find history boring

Definitely lightly teases you about using her as a source for your project lol

One day you show up with your magical girl outfit somewhat resembling hers and she’s gonna treat you like your her mini me for the day

And all Bruce can do is watch with the expression of “this is my life now. My kid is getting adopted by others now as well”

He is content though with how happy you are and how you don’t seem to ever not be able to bring a smile to others as well

She’s kinda iffy on you being friends with villains but after seeing them full on pause as you pass by she’s a little better with dealing with it

But she does worry that you might be influenced by their behaviour

Also she 100% can tell Rigel isn’t a normal Ferret and is the only one of the league to actually believe you

She’s not sure where he’s from but she trusts the white fur ball enough we’re she knows they’ll protect you

Flash/Barry Allen is sliding near you at the justice league table and leaving little post it notes with doodles and making funny face when no one’s looking

What can he say?, he’s good with kids and your not an exception to that either

He’s kinda like a fun uncle

The one who’ll pick you up and place you on his shoulders before running around base

Out the then all he’s kinda the most laid back of the bunch

Sure he can still get serious when the time calls for it but on the other hand he’s a chill guy

He’s also the most in touch with stuff than the others so when you reference something he’s like “I get it!”

While the others stare at him in confusion as you high-five him

Sometimes you like asking hims questions about his powers and y’all try to test it out

Bruce has had to stop him many times and put him in the figurative time out corner

He finds it fucking hilarious when he once walked In on your practicing and you had a giant battle axe as your magical girl weapon

Gives you several nicknames like “sailor moon” or “madoka”

Y’all definitely watch anime on your phone when no one’s watching

He likes messing up your hair only to see it go back into being perfect about a second later

Kinda is now tempted to go to the future and see what you do later on in your life

So he can then tease you about while your looking at him confused

You like to joke that he does shit too fast and he jokes back that your just two slow

By god Bruce is gonna kill him if he begs one more time for permission to gift you knockoff merch of your persona for the 50th time this week-

Pranks…just gonna say be careful cause he’s already on thin ice after the last time he pulled one

He likes telling you stories about his nephew and how proud of him he is

He finds your outfit pretty neat especially since you can change it by will whenever you want

Please be warned though that having anything yellow and red themed may be a bit iffy for him

Bruce probably warns about that beforehand along with not bringing up Barry’s mom

Probably finds it funny that your hanging out with villains n shit

Like especially since your kinda bow just like a neutral ground/entity

Finds it hilarious the juxtaposition of your aesthetic and personality vs big bad Bruce

Rigel is his lil buddy and likes curling up on his shoulder

Kinda gets cosmic vibes from the ferret though

[lillysdreaminnn]

I'm married!

Pairing; husband!derek morgan x wife!fem!reader

Warnings; derek being drunk as hell, some suggestiveness here and there, fluff, fem!reader, use of y/n (like once)

Summary; you take derek home after a celebration at a bar, and he's wasted - to say the least.

Word count; 1.1k

A/n; first time writing here so yay 🎉 be nice please thanks. and maybe send me any requests if you want :))

"Come on Derek, it's time to go home." You tried to get your lovely husband out of his seat so you could drive him home.

 "One more drink! Pleaaase?" Derek stared pleading like a child, earning an amused laugh from the rest of his team and a sigh from you, "No, Derek. You said that two drinks ago. Let's go." You said in a more demanding tone, making your husband frown like a child.

 You sighed at his expression and pinched the bridge of your nose.

 Not becuause you were mad at him, not at all. You were just trying to find the willpower to deny his cute face. "Please Y/n?" Emily begged as well, equally as drunk and, before you could respond, Hotch spoke up.

 "Okay, okay, enough drinks for the night. Y/n is right." He said, smiling at the interactions between his drunk agents. You mouthed a thank you, to which he responded by waving you off as he helped you get Derek off his seat.

 After finally making it home, you dragged Derek through the door of your bedroom kicking it shut. Derek placed himself on the bed and sat like a child with a frown, making you stiffle a laugh as you picked out his pyjamas from the closet.

 "Lift up your arms for me, my love." You chuckled at his frown again before pulling his shirt over his body, making him gasp.

 Thinking you hurt him, your eyes went wide and you immediately asked what was wrong, "I'm married!" He said in a somewhat angry tone. Once again, you tried your absolute best not to laugh at his very sweet and cute - and slightly childish - demeanor.

 "What?"

 "I'm married! I'm married and my wife is very very beautiful and she will rip you apart if she finds out you took off my shirt!" He slurred, looking at you with a very offended look on his face, only adding to the cuteness.

 Shaking your head while laughing to yourself, you decided to run the poor man a shower, to wash the liquor and sweat off him. "Okay married man. Let's get you to the shower." Derek once again protested, sitting more firmly on the bed.

 "No! I'm married!" He said, ripping his arm away from your grasp.

 "Derek, come on." You laughed again, trying to get him to the bathroom. "No!" He protested again.

 "I told you; I'm married and my wife won't like this. Plus I love her too much to do this to her and cheat on her. She's soooo amazing. Like very amazing. You know the other day I was sick and she called my mom to get the recipe of the soup she always made me as a kid. She's very sweet. I loooove her. Plus she's very good in bed... like... extremely good. Especially when she does that thing with he-"

 You stopped Derek's drunk babbling by placing a hand over his mouth, making him look up at you confused as ever. "Derek, honey..." That caught his attention and stopped his babbling completely, as you crouched down to be on eye level with him.

 "I am your wife. You're married to me." You flashed him your wedding ring, making him gasp in surprise and delight. "You are?! That's so cool! I have a very beautiful wife." He smiled sheepishly, now letting you drag him to the shower.

 "You tell her daily, honey." You chuckled, stripping him free of his clothes.

 He smiled as the warm water started hitting his skin, but his smile only got wider when you took your shirt off and stepped in the shower as well.

 In your defense, it was a very good shirt that Derek got you and you were not going to ruin it.

 "Hi." He smiled sheepishly at you, letting you wash his back. "Hi honey." You smiled back at him, kissing his cheek quickly before getting back to work.

 Once dry and in pyjamas, you got Derek under the covers and then slipping in bed next to him. Just as you thought he hadn't made a move on you yet, the man hovered over you, pressing sloppy kisses around your neck.

 "Derek, not now, my love." You said with a small smile, enjoying the feeling.

 "Whyyy?" He whined like a child, continuing his trail of kisses on your neck and jaw. "Because you're not thinking straight. You're drunk." You stated, trying to get him to stop, making him whine like a child again.

 "Please? Come on, I missed youuuu." He slurred again, kissing your face, "Tell you what; if you feel that same way tomorrow morning, then we'll do it." You tried to make a deal with him, knowing he'd be way too hungover to do anything.

 And he won't remember a thing.

 "Fiiine." He slumped next to you, placing his head on your chest as he breathed in your perfume. Before either of you knew it he was dead asleep and honestly so were you.

 When the morning rolled around and Derek woke up, of course he had a pounding headache. You had woken up way before him and that gave you the opportunity to make him breakfast. Derek walked in the kitchen in a search for you and a very confused look on his face that was washed away by pure relief when he found you.

 His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder as he kissed the side of your neck softly, "Hi." He mumbled, his voice hoarse and raspy from sleep and pain mixed together.

 "Good morning. Recognise me today?" You teased him, turning around in his arms, meeting his confused face. "I tried to get you to dress and shower yesterday but you kept telling me you're married." You reminded him making him groan and rest his forehead on your shoulder.

 "Jesus Christ, how much did I drink?" He groaned, his face now burried between your neck and shoulder.

 "A lot, honey." You chuckled.

 He gathered all the strength he had and lifted you to the counter, making you yelp in surprise. He connected his lips to yours as you smiled, cupping his face in your hands. "You know what would help with my headache?" He mumbled between kisses, making you laugh.

 "Don't laugh, sweetheart. Plus, you did make a deal with me last night."

 To your surprise, he did remember. "You remember that?" You asked in pure surprise, as his kisses trailed from your lips to your jawline, as he hummed in agreement, "Of course I do." He mumbled.

 "Don't want to break the deal now do you?" He asked with a smirk as his face rose from your neck. "The food will get cold." You pouted in a teasing manner, to which he responded with a chuckle.

 "I'll make us something else." He muttered before hoisting you up and walking back to your bedroom.

[f9clementine]

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You were vaguely aware of someone worriedly calling your name.  But the inky blackness you found yourself in was too much, dragging you further down.

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You were suddenly sitting at the party, happily scratching an orange cat behind the ear as your friends talked around you when the door opened. You watched as the door opened and a dark haired man came in, a slight scowl on his face. Oh uh the guy who just came in looks upset? You texted, watching as Jisung read it from across the room where he sat with one of the hosts. 

Oh that’s Chan! He texted back, He’s head of their coven. C’mon, I’ll introduce you.

Coven? You felt a slight shudder run down your spine as you read the words. You felt yourself go on autopilot as you responded to a few more texts while your father’s demands sat heavily in your mind.

“Y/n, promise me you will not get involved with any covens or magic users. I can’t bear the thought of anything else happening to you.”

You resolved to keep your distance and politely find a way to leave when the door opened once more, two more men walking in, one slightly taller than the other. You stared at the taller one, hit with an overbearing sense of deja vu.

“Hyunjin!” Someone called from the kitchen out of your view and the taller man looked up, grinning widely as he walked over, disappearing behind the wall.

You couldn’t get out of the party fast enough once you realized, ducking out before Hyunjin could come back and recognize the girl he had cursed years before.

Now you were sitting in your quiet apartment almost a week later, phone held tightly in one of your hands as you guiltily manipulated Jisung into giving you Hyunjin’s number. The other held a tissue to your mouth, catching every cough as you fought to breathe.

Your father couldn’t tell you why you were sick. Doctor’s couldn’t tell you why you were sick. No one could tell you why but you knew it had to do with that afternoon years before. You could talk just fine before then. You could breathe as easily as the next kid before. 

You took a shaky deep breath, finally feeling the medicine you had taken earlier kicking in and giving your lungs a break. You were thankful as gulped down air, but the fear that one day the meds would stop working never left your mind. 

You threw down the soiled tissue and opened a new chat, steeling your nerves. It was now or never.

Is this Hwang Hyunjin?

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“What… do?” 

The same familiar voice broke through as you felt yourself fall into darkness again, leaving the memory behind.

You tried to clasp onto it, to bring yourself out of the gloom, but your arms felt so heavy, weighed down by your side as you sank into the shadows again.

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“Hyunjin!” You jumped up and down, excitedly waving your hands above your head as you spotted your neighbor leaving his house.

Hyunjin grinned, lightly running across your yards to meet you.

Oh no, you thought, realizing you knew what this was. What this memory was of. 

You felt your five year old body practically quiver with excitement as you both rapidly tossed out suggestions on how to spend your day, ripe with the possibilities that only summer could bring.

“Let’s start at the park!”

You both dashed off, full of energy as you ran for the swings at the end of the block.

Even now, you’re not sure how you two began to fight. The time full of giggles and tag melted together until you were both standing upright in the sandbox, red in the face. You said something, stomping a foot to make a point.

“You’re so stupid!” Hyunjin shouted back, folding his arms over his chest.

You gaped, tears suddenly gathering in your eyes as your best friend insulted you. “You’re such a jerk!” Without thinking, you pushed your hands into his chest, pushing him back a step. 

He stumbled, sinking into the sand before looking at you, his own hurt evident in his face. “I don’t want to be friends anymore!”

You both froze, the words hanging heavily in the air before you burst into tears. You began to bawl loudly, plopping yourself down unceremoniously in the sand raising your hands to catch your tears.

Hyunjin immediately sat on his knees next to you, his hands hovering as he worried on how to console you. “Hey, Y/n, c’mon,” He tried, hardly about to hear himself over your cries. “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, pulling your knees to your chest. “Y-you hate me!” 

“No, I-” Hyunjin started before you let out a wail, slapping his hand away. 

“Go away!”

“Will you just-”

“I hate you!”

Hyunjin grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your face as he spat, “Will you just shut up!”

Immediately, your cries ceased and Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief, staring down at your hands in his grasp. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, okay?” He looked up to your wet eyes, tears still trailing down your cheeks. “We’re still best friends, I promise.”

He waited for you to reply, and when you didn’t he swallowed harshly. “We’re friends forever… right?” He nervously asked, searching your face for an affirmation.

You ripped your hand from his, placing it on your throat. He watched as you opened your mouth, trying to speak but nothing came out. You tried again, not even a whimper or a wheeze escaping before you began to cry again. 

Hyunjin watched the tears silently run down your face, before jumping up. He took off towards your homes, spraying sand as he ran, loudly yelling for his parents’ help.

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It wasn't a voice that rose out of the black this time but a beeping.

A really annoying beeping, you thought, fighting to open your eyes. Your body felt so tired and heavy, and all you wanted to do was sleep, but you knew you wouldn't be able to as long as the beeps continued.

Your eyes opened slowly, wincing at the harsh overhead light as you did. You raised a hand to block the light, but a sharp pain in your arm stopped you. Confused, you looked down, seeing an IV hooked to you.

A sudden snore made you jump, taking your attention to the side of your bed where you realized Jisung and Felix sat. They were pretzeled into chairs, though Felix had a leg hanging over an arm and Jisung's head pillowed onto the other boy's shoulder.

You raised a hand, about to reach over and wake one of them-

"I'd let them sleep."

You looked up at, realizing there was a third person sitting in the corner, almost blending in seamlessly into the shadows. You frowned, before you realized you recognized the split black and white hair.

Hongjoong? You wanted to sign, but the needle in your arm kept you silent.

He grinned, standing up and walking next to your bed, plopping himself down by your feet.

"Hey, Y/n. We should probably talk about your curse, don't you think?"

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[bonny-kookoo]

the 'I like you' couple is soo cute 💖💗💓❤️ but now we need to know! 🥺 does jungkook find a nickname for her? does he really think about it? does he try out a few before deciding which one he likes? or does she does or likes something random or particular and he gets the nickname from teasing her? or he just has a light bulb moment on a random moment? lol, I love them, can't get enough!!

A/N: Masterlist

"Baaaaaby-kookoo-love-of-my-life-" you whine, and he squints his eyes as he walks into his bedroom where you're laying on your back. "My tummy hurts." You complain, and he sits down on the edge of his bed next to you to take of his socks.

"...okay?" He wonders, and you kick him with your foot a little.

"Make it better." You demand, and he chuckles.

"How?" He wonders, and you scoff.

"The fuck do I know!" You huff. "Like, I don't know, talk to it? Maybe it'll get intimidated if you're all angry with it." You offer as a solution, and to your surprise, he turns around and points an accusing finger at your lower stomach.

"You better stop fucking hurting right now because I want to go sleep and God knows my spoiled princess won't shut up until you're quiet.!" He threatens at your body, before he turns around and closes the opened window before turning off the lights as he crawls into bed next to you.

It's quiet for a moment, until you speak.

"I'm both mildly turned on and offended right now." You say, and he snorts a laugh, hand patting over the blankets to find yours to hold in the dark. "Spoiled princess? Really?" You scoff.

"You are one." He defends himself.

"I mean, a princess? Hell fucking yes, and you better start carrying me around as one from now on, prince charming!" You laugh, and he rolls his eyes in the dark.

"You're spoiled enough." He says, closing his eyes.

"So?" You ask, before a slap is heard.

And its quiet.

For a good moment.

"Did you just slap my ass?!" You yell out, sitting up, and he laughs whole heartedly.

"Was it? I couldn't tell." He laughs.

"Oh so you just blindly aimed to smack me and ACCIDENTALLY hit my ass? Fucking lying piece of shit, you knew exactly what you-"

"Do I need to spank you again, or are you gonna be a good girl and sleep?" He asks. "You've got work at 6 am, and I need to be up at 5:30." He reminds you, and you suddenly fall back into the pillows, scooting closer, closer, until you're full on clinging onto him.

"...jungkookie..?" You ask quietly, awfully shy. He hums a reply. "Can you say it again?" You ask.

"You have work tomorrow-"

"Nooo, that part before that? Like, I did what you said so I'm aaaaaa~?" You draw out the last syllable, wiggling your toes as you wait, and he suddenly chuckles.

"Good Girl." He says, and you squeal to yourself, cuddling up to him.

It's the first time he's ever really comfortable saying things like that- and maybe it's the way you've gotten closer by now, not only emotionally. Yesterday he'd been so lost in kissing you that he didn't even notice you getting so riled up on his lap- and it left him both excited and terrified.

And these days, he's been trying out some petnames for you here and there to see what would stick.

Babe or baby are cute when you say it, but they feel way too boring to him. They're too basic, nothing special, and it just doesn't feel right.

Until you're out at a shopping center, randomly spending a day at the mall together when you spot something in a kid's store window. "Oh- did you know I always wanted to be a princess for Halloween?" You say, spooning up some icecream from your cup. "But my dad never bought me the costume, and we never went trick-or-treat-ing." You pout, making Jungkook smile as he tucks in a strand of hair that had escaped your messy bun on your head.

"Well, you're a princess to me now, no need for a costume." He shrugs. "And I even buy you candy, so you don't have to knock on stranger's doors either." He jokes, and you look up at him at that, pulling him down by the neckline of his shirt to peck his lips. "Huh?" He wonders, and you just smile.

"You're just so dreamy." You sigh dramatically. "Your flirting is getting a bit out of hand though. Makes me feel all fluffy and horny." You boldly admit, making him laugh as he shakes his head, taking your empty cup from you to throw it away in a bin nearby. "Ah, such a prince charming!" You giggle, and he takes your hand In his at that, kissing the back of it for a second.

Successfully making you blush for the first time since he's met you.

And he's starting to really enjoy making you flustered.

[141trash]

rating: sfw (brief mentions of sex, but no graphic anything)

Captain John Price x Reader

AN: Somehow this ended up with very little actual Price in it, but I have plans and he will be more prominent. I just have word vomit rn and needed to get everything down

imagine having a one time fling with Price after your husband leaves you for another one because you just can't seem to get pregnant and he wants a family.

It was a good romp, he was a bit gruff, but was super sweet afterwards with the aftercare. he even stayed to buy you breakfast the next morning. Months later you've been focused on yourself, getting your life together and learning what it means to move on.

Only you've been feeling rather ill the last couple days. And then you remember you're late. Which isn't entirely unusual, sometimes you miss a period when you're stressed and the last couple months finding your feet have been stressful. Still you go to the doctors and its there you remember your night with Price, definitely can't remember if he used a condom or not, and you know you hadn't been on birth control since previously you'd been trying for a baby.

Oops you're pregnant.

The timeline fits that it's his and not your now ex-husband's and part of you is instantly hugely relieved about that.

You leave the doctor's office in a bit of a daze. It doesn't sink in until you're stumbling your way into the cafe you own/manage and you promptly dissolve into a fit of tears in the backroom, much to your teeny bopper part timer's utter horror.

Pregnant. You're fucking pregnant. You're elated, over the moon because you had always wanted kids. (yeah adoption's a thing, but in some places its really hard to adopt if you're single and you weren't ready for another relationship after the last trainwreck). You're also fucking terrified because holy shit you have no plan. Nothing is ready. You live in a tiny flat in the city with one bedroom because why would you need more than that?

Your friend appears in the back room as your mind is going a million miles a minute, turns out your part timer had panicked and called her. You breakdown again in her arms and tell her the news. She reminds you that you're not alone even though you're not in a relationship and that you will have all the support that you need.

With her help you start to prepare for the baby. Things move quickly, you're so busy getting things ready, searching for a larger flat, buying things, filling your head with every single bit of parenting knowledge you can get your head on. All your regular customers say that you're glowing, they've never seen you happier.

You've recorded every little thing since finding out you were pregnant. kept print outs of every scan. More than once you find yourself staring out the window, guiltily wondering about whether or not Price would have wanted to know. Not that you have any way of contacting him. You knew he was military, from the dog tags he'd had hanging around his neck, but not much more.

The first time you feel the baby kicking is when you're in the middle of a shift. Its the slow time of day so you're cleaning up the tables when you gasp suddenly. The girl behind the counter is by your side in an instant, babbling questions making sure you're okay. She's sweet and like your friend has been beside you since you found out.

"I'm fine Cally. The baby kicked." you announce, beaming brightly. She squeals and begs to be allowed to feel next time the baby kicks. Before you can do more the bell above the door dings and you both automatically turn, your customer service smiles back on. Only.

"John?" Your mouth drops open in surprise. Standing there looking oddly sheepish is the man you hadn't thought you'd ever see again. The man whose baby was currently kicking as if demanding your attention.

His eyes sweep over you appreciatively, though when he sees your obvious pregnancy he freezes. The shock of seeing him makes your legs weak. Cally lets out a panicked yelp when you knees buckle, but he's already darting forward, catching your arms gently and helping you to a seat.

"Careful there sweetheart." he says and god does that warm your chest. You remember the last time you heard him say that, it had been when you'd bumped into him in the bar.

"What are you doing here?" you ask breathlessly as Cally scurries off to get you a drink and he glances at you for permission before pulling a chair up next to you.

"Remembered you talking about your dream of opening a café. When i got back to town I spotted the name nd wondered if it was just a coincidence." he tells you, but you can see his eyes keep drifting towards your stomach. He's obviously trying to figure out if its his. But it takes a moment for you to respond because you can't believe that he remembered that. It'd been an offhanded comment you'd made while the two of you had been enjoying late night takeout before going at it another round.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you put a hand over his, biting your lip, "Listen. I. I don't want you to feel obligated or anything. I would have told you sooner only I didn't have any way to contact you."

"It's mine." he says for you. You nod, cursing inwardly when tears start to sting your eyes.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself.

"Like I said. I'm doing fine. I don't expect anything from you. I've got a plan. I'm looking for bigger flats."

He stares at you in silence, expression unreadable. You worry for a minute about what he's going to say. You've been prone to overthinking everything since becoming pregnant and now suddenly having the father of your child reappearing in your life. It's a lot.

John squeezes your hand gently halting the panic as you look back up at him.

"I would very much like to be able to meet the kid when they get here. If you'd let me." he tells you hesitantly, "Being in the Military I don't know how often I'd be able to be around, but if you let me I'd like to be in their life."

All of your emotions flood you like a tidal wave at his confession. You burst into tears, letting him pull you into a firm, but careful hug.

"Yes. Of course. I just didn't want you to feel like I was pressuring you. You have every right to know them too." You promise tearfully, smiling at him as he thumbs the tears from your cheeks.

He insists on exchanging numbers so he can contact you and in case you need anything. He won't always be able to answer, but he promises to do his best. Then he bashfully asks if you'll tell him about what's happened so far. Shyly you tell him you've written the entire experience and kept the scans.

He eventually leaves you to get back to work, but the copy of the ultrasound photos you kept in your wallet is tucked into his jacket pocket and he promised to meet you at your flat for dinner and to collect your pregnancy journal so he can catch up on everything.

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Okay so the 🤜 anons addition to the young Dream au is making me go berserk. Hob living three doors down from Dream's parents and sneaking around with their barely legal son is just chef's kiss. 10/10, been thinking about this all day.

But your addition made me think: a/o/b

So, Hob's not rich as in get-away-with-murder rich (aka. Dream's family), but he's doing very well. He made some very smart investments and now his job and the investment's interest earn him enough so he can live in the Endless' posh neighbourhood. He's moved there just a few years ago, and rumours have been going wild between the fine mum's and old money fathers as to why Hob's single and won't show any interest in a relationship.

After all, he's a very handsome alpha in his prime, he's rich, educated, kind. There are no scandals connected to his name, no children out of wedlock - what the fuck is wrong with him?

There are some rumours going around - mainly that he lost his first wife and won't consider marriage again (he'd never been married, so he doesn't know where that's coming from) and/or that he can't get it up (he's not sure about that either) - which eventually at least stop the stream of mamas trying to marry off their omega children to him and/or proposition him themselves.

Hob being Hob did intend to fuck over these upper-class wankers by basically reverse gentrifying the area. He still wants to do that, but a week after he moved into his swanky house the real trouble falls into his lap: Dream Endless.

He's a bratty little attention whore, displacing Hob from his own sun lounger in the backyard, because "he can't sit in the sun for too long or his teint will suffer". Hob's speechless because this is his fucking backyard, but he also moves because he's never seen anything as breathtakingly beautiful as Dream. And the way he smells-

Hob can't decide whether he wants to fuck him or lick him all over first. (spoiler: he get's to do both eventually)

Dream shows up the next day and the next and the day after that, not five minutes after Hob's made it home from uni. His demands are becoming increasingly outrageous considering he does not live with Hob and they actually don't know each other that well. And yet Hob complies, because he wants to give Dream all of his attention and spoil him rotten.

Mama and papa Endless are so fascinated. Dream is usually such a complicated child, always getting himself in trouble, but since he regularly visits the nice professor, debating about whatever, he's so much better behaved. Maybe they should grant him his wish of studying art if that's how well-mannered he becomes then. Hob's future spouse will be so lucky, he's so good with kids, they will all be perfect little angels.

Meanwhile, white they are still praising the positive influence Hob has on their son, Dream finally pushed Hob past his breaking point, causing him to corner Dream in the kitchen. And then eat him out on the kitchen counter. And the fuck him against the door. and then in the shower-

Scene flips to mama Endless: "Dream hasn't thrown a tantrum all week! He actually agreed to a suggestion we made!"

While three houses down, Dream's bouncing up and down on Hob's cock, begging for his knot and his babies and-

This goes on for ages. Dream turns into a model of well behaved high society child in front of his parents and slutty brat for Hob, who will resort to stripping whenever he feels Hob's paying more attention to his research than to Dream. Dream has mastered the art of climbing down the trellis beneath his window to visit Hob at any time of the night. He's sleeping there way more nights than he does in his own bed. His parents have no idea.

Obviously, the whole thing blows when Dream's parents find them fucking in the living room and kick their son out. Only now they spent a year or more praising their new neighbour for how good he is with kids and their son for how much he matured.

They are so livid when the neighbourhood learns that 1) Dream, even though he might be a bit you, managed to console Hob's broken heart and 2) apparently his broken cock too because the entire street can hear, and sometimes see, them fucking like animals and Dream's pregnant within half a year of moving in with Hob (after he finally wore him down and begged for him to fill him up with pups often enough)

respectfully, might I request the 💄 emoji if that's still available?

Oh no I'm deeply obsessed with this!

The best thing is... Hob doesn't want a sweet, obedient, housekeeping omega! He likes his bratty firecracker Dream and he equally loves that Dream is a proper little slut! He wants Dream to have a proper life of his own and do his own thing, and he's not opposed to Dream having a bit of fun (as long as it doesn't go too far).

And the funny thing about all of the above? Dream suddenly wants to be a well behaved omega. He wants to settle down and be married and mated and he very much wants as many pups as Hob in willing to put in him.

Hob is like "are you sure you don't want to go out with your friends?? make silly youthful decisions??" Because he kind of thought (in a sad way) that Dream was using him to rebel against his parents. Well, Dream was. But now he's fallen in love.

Imagine how annoying it is for Mr and Mrs Endless to see their renegade son walking down the street, demure in a pretty white sundress and holding on to Hob’s arm. There's already a little visible bump at the front of his dress where his pregnancy is making itself known. Hob smirks knowingly but Dream ignores his parents - acts like they aren't even there at all. He's got better things to think about. Like the babymoon that Hob has promised to take him on.

Hob is so head over heels in love with his omega its almost sickening for everyone else. Sometimes he thinks he's dreaming, and then he wakes up to find Dream sitting on his dick at 3am cause he was horny... and he's like "ah yes same ole slutty Dream. oh how I love him."

[twstmagica]

Magical Girl Yuu's First Day pt 5.2

***Back to Yuu at Ramshackle ***

She was gathering the least grubby pillows, cushions, and drapes when the rain started. This place was already depressing, between the chilling drafts and foreboding shadows Yuu’s nerves were already on high alert. 

The pitter-patter of rain quickly became a harsh pounding against the walls, and served as the last prop needed to turn this dismal building into the set of a horror movie.

Seriously, Yuu was half expecting a fiend to jump out from around the next corner. Or behind her. Or perhaps from above…

**BANG**

Right on cue the noise reverbs through the building, quickly followed by frantic scratching.

Yuu’s scepter is out and ready faster than you could say “jump scare”.

Ain't no way she’s going down like some extra in the first ten minutes of the movie!

The building rattles and moans, starting quiet but slowly picking up volume.

Yuu approached the hallway exit, weapon drawn and body away from the door. Nudging it open she slowly pans her view (gotta slice the pie!) and fires a low energy bolt inside.

“Nyeh-!”

Gottem!

Wait. She recognizes that voice.

“Gah! It’s you again!”

Fire catcoon!

“What are you doing here!”

[spiderman pointing at spiderman]

In order to escape the storm Grim had broken into the nearby building. 

Soggy and tired, he didn't have the energy to do more than some token threats. 

For her part, Yuu was feeling pretty worn out. 

This may not have been the worst day of her life, but the kidnapping/enrollment to mystery boarding school was still pretty stressful. 

Neither party was eager for another fight, but that wasn't up to them.

While the two were posturing the rattling had only gotten closer.

“Oho? Some new residents?”

“A ghost?!”

The disturbance is a lot closer now

“I’d love it if we could play…”

Two more ghosts phase through the wall, escaping whatever was making the racket on the other side.

“...But, ah, now isn't really a good time.”

The wall breaks as a being of dread and bloodlust enters the room.

Grim freaks out.

Yuu freaks out.

“Oh shit that's an upyr!”

“A what!?”

“It's a type of fiend made from dead people,”

It takes a swipe but the group is already running

“They're weak to light and fire based attacks!”

This one looked different from the pictures. Kinda raggedy, like it's malnourished.

“Hey kid, you seem familiar with this thing. Think ya can lend a hand?”

“Sure can, this is what I’m trained for!” Theoretically that is. 

Actually, this was Yuu’s first time seeing a upyr in person.

 But the one before them is looking pretty mangy and worn out. Like a humanoid representation of the building they're in right now. So she would probably be fine.

Guess I should do my thing.

[Hope’s Guiding Light, Ardent Dream, Awaken!]

My uniform shimmers into place around me

“What the fuck?”

Guess he’s never seen a magica before.

The catcoon was so caught off guard that the upyr nearly got him.

Thankfully one of the spooks blasted them out of the way.

“Mya! Don’t hit me!”

“Better a kick to the butt than to kick the bucket!”

I got you fam

[Dreamer’s Blessing]

A spray of butterflies engulf Grim and the ghosts.

The group exclaims about feeling stronger.

I love support spells, the best way to heal someone is to make sure they wont need healing.

“Ghosts! Harass the fiend and keep it distracted! Grim blast your fire! If we stall it long enough I can charge up my [Hope’s Smite]”

“How are you doing that with your voice?”

“Doing what?”

No questions, just fight.

Thanks to our incredible teamwork, but mostly the upyr’s already terrible state, we actually managed to destroy it, along with the building.

“We did it! Myeh? What’re you doing?!”

Yuu had begun to stomp on the upyr’s remains, before kicking the leftover ashes into the wind.

“Just in case” she says before sitting with a tired huff.

Grim gets to watch as the pink costume disappears with a sparkly light.

On one paw, Grim really wants to demand answers.

On the other paw…. It's been a really long day.

Crowley shows up to find Yuu and Grim huddled under some rubble.

“What have you done!?!?”

Great timing birdman.

Yuu and Grim trip over themselves to explain how this instance of property damage wasn't their fault.

Crowley remembers that ah yes there were ghosts here but that they wouldn't have done this much destruction.

The duo insists that they were fighting for their lives.

Then the ghosts come out and corroborate that there was a monster attack.

Ghost B explained that something had broken in a couple days ago and they were searching for the intruder to ‘play’ with them.

At first it just hid, but with each sunset the trespasser grew bolder, until it started outright attacking them at night.

The Ramshackle ghosts were worried that it was only a matter of time before the intruder started attacking, and possibly killing students.

And Crowely would know all this if he paid more attention to his school.

“Yes, well-!”

Ramshackle has been vacant for so long! How can he be expected to pay attention to such an obsolete part of the campus?

Please ignore the fact that he had tried putting Yuu here…

What is more important is the fact that this fiend, as Yuu named it, had reached the school in the first place.

The headmaster revealed that for the past decade similar creatures had been appearing in Twisted Wonderland, but the authorities have been working to keep this out of public view. 

Even S.T.Y.X had gotten involved due to the blot-adjacent nature of these beings.

Well, Yuu doesn't know what blot is, but her home has been dealing with friends for centuries.

Crowely tries berating Yuu, saying this was supposed to be her residence.

She’s like dude chill I can just set up some sheets.

It'll be just like camping.

Birdman backtracks and says she'll just have to spend the night in the infirmary.

He tries to shoo Grim away, but Yuu is still feeling solidarity from the attack and insists the catcoon stays with her. 

For his part, now that he knows there might be more fiends out there, Grim isn't super psyched to go back into the forest.

Crowely gives in, with the caveat that Yuu is responsible for Grim’s behavior from now on.

“Yeah sure whatever.”

Ends with Yuu and Grim saying goodnight in the infirmary.

[seijohneko]

The One That Got Away

At 15, Tooru Oikawa has one goal and one goal only: defeat Shiratorizawa.

That is until he's forced to attend club recruitment and his to do list gains a bullet-make the captain of the girls' swim club fall for him.

Just his luck she's a third year who plans on graduating early.

Good thing he was never one to back down from a challenge.

Part 1-Across a crowded room

"I still don’t see why we need to go to this thing-we literally only came to this school to play volleyball.” Oikawa whined to the ceiling as they waited in line to file into the gym for club recruitment.

“Can you go five seconds without complaining about something?” Iwaizumi snapped from behind him. “All us being here means is that we're not in class.”

“Hmm, good point.” Oikawa nodded, and then the line moved. They made their way to their seats and sat facing the small stage to await their would-be recruiters.

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All in all, Oikawa would have rather stayed in class.

At least in class, there was new information or a chance to be mentally stimulated. Here, it was just an endless parade of pointless, just like he’d thought it would be. Club after club making their recruiting pitches and talking about their activities…tedium on a scale his 15 year old mind was not able to handle without wandering.

A round of applause roused him from his stupor, and a group of kids in soccer gear shuffled their way off the stage.

“Our last group will be the girls' swimming club.” The vice principal said, and Iwaizumi elbowed him as he let out an audible groan.

“Dude.” He complained, but Iwaizumi just kicked his foot in response. Oikawa rolled his entire head around before settling his gaze back on the stage.

Then, the entire universe froze.

The girls' swim team were wearing their warm ups over their swimsuits, but it was enough. To their credit, most of the girls ignored the whispers and gasps that came over the assembled first years as they took the stage, but in that moment, only one of them even existed.

The girl who had just stopped time made her way to the podium, and as her body was obscured by the wood, Oikawa was able to blink again.

“Dude-shut your mouth you perv.” Iwaizumi hissed next to him.

He complied automatically without taking his eyes off the girl. Her light brown hair gleamed with a reddish tint under the harsh fluorescents, and while he couldn’t tell for sure what color they were from this far away, he could at least tell her eyes were bright.

“Hi everyone! I’m Keiko Taniguchi!”

Though her mouth kept moving, Oikawa didn’t hear anything after her name.

Keiko Taniguchi.

The name was burned into his mind forever now. He knew it.

She finished talking; Oikawa couldn’t be sure if it had been minutes, hours or days, but she was moving again, and his eyes followed as she loped to the end of the line of other swimmers.

“Dude!”

His world tipped sideways, and the next thing he knew, he was being held up by Iwaizumi, having nearly collapsed into his lap as he slid off his chair. He shook his head a little, and reality came rushing back as the swim team vanished off-stage.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Iwaizumi demanded, shoving him off. Oikawa straightened up.

“Let’s go to their table.” He said, jumping to his feet just as the vice principal dismissed them to do so.

“What happened to ‘what’s the point of being here?’” Iwaizumi mocked him, but he wasn’t listening, already looking around over the heads of the crowd to find the girls' swim club table.

He spotted them nearest the door and made a beeline, not really caring if Iwaizumi was keeping up.

“Hi boys!” A different girl greeted as they approached, but Oikawa ignored her, stopping in front of the girl who had been speaking on stage.

“Hello.” Iwaizumi said to the girl who had welcomed them before glaring at Oikawa.

“I’m Tooru Oikawa.” He said to Keiko Taniguchi. “Can I be your manager?”

Keiko smiled at him, and he checked to see what color her eyes were as she stared. Deep, honey gold perfection with just a hint of green around the edges. Iwaizumi could only blink at him.

“Uh, hi, Tooru Oikawa, I’m Keiko Taniguchi, and I don’t see why not. Do you know much about swimming?” She asked, looking a little embarrassed, presumably by his forwardness.

“I know why not, you idiot, we’re already on the volleyball team.” Iwaizumi stepped up beside him and smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow.” Oikawa groaned, rubbing at the spot. Keiko laughed, and suddenly, his head didn’t hurt anymore.

“Well, I guess that answers that question.” She said. Oikawa frowned.

“I can do both.” He snapped, defiant. Iwaizumi hit him again.

“You can not.” he said gruffly.

“He’s right, you can only be in one sports club.” Keiko said, and Oikawa might have been imagining it because he wanted to, but he could swear she sounded a little disappointed.

“I’ll quit volleyball then.” He said. “Ow! Would you stop that?!”

This time, Iwaizumi had punched him in the arm, hard.

“You are not going to quit playing volleyball to go be a swimming manager, you idiot, I don’t care how pretty you think she is.”

Heat flooded Oikawa’s face as Keiko laughed again.

“It’s okay, I’d much rather someone stay an athlete than become a manager anyway. I’ll come watch some games as long as you guys promise to come to some meets.” She said, mercifully ignoring the rest of what Iwaizumi had blurted.

“Oh, we’ll be sure and do that.” Iwaizumi said, feeling a little awkward himself at his outburst and trying to salvage the interaction. “Goodbye, miss.” He added. He seized Oikawa by the collar and started to walk.

“Yeah, we’ll see you around!” Oikawa called back as he let himself be steered away.

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The second they made it out of the gym, Iwaizumi let go of him only to round on him.

“What the hell was that?! I’ve never seen you get so weird about a girl before, let alone a third year. Quit volleyball? Seriously?”

Oikawa merely shrugged.

“Yeah, I’ll admit, that was maybe a little far. But you mark my words Iwa…I don’t care how long it takes or what I have to do, I’m going to marry that girl.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and started off toward their classroom. Iwaizumi snorted and then fell in step with him.

“Yeah, ok man, whatever you say.”

[crazy56u]

Okay, I got two episodes to burn through (pun intended), and apparently we won’t find out until May if the show is getting renewed, so I’m a little peeved, but, here we go.

Last time on Quantum Leap: A whole bunch of Hannah.

Also, fucking Gideon indirectly forced Magic to throw himself under the bus.

Meanwhile in 2026/2024, Jen (in my head) spent a whole real time week trying to talk Magic out of this.

“I can’t imagine this place without you.” Well, if NBC decides to play fucking ball, maybe we won’t have to.

“Stay for one last leap?” “Not this time.” Show, I already said NBC was on thin ice with the on the nose shit.

And Ben leaps into that one level of Balan Wonderworld, so you know he’s in Hell.

“I’m a firefighter. Cool.” Ben, you are in the middle of a fire.

Oh goody, the TV committed suicide.

“We were testing my new circuit board-“ Either this kid is Hannah’s son, or he’s Kid Gideon. The literal only two options.

“Your dad is gonna be okay.” “That’s not my dad, he’s my neighbor.” Oh, so he can die then, cool.

“My dad died a couple years back. We all thought a heart attack would get him, but then he ran a red light.”

New Jersey fucking claims another victim…

“…mom, why are you looking like you know the firefighter? Does this have to do with that Cairo thing dad mentioned a couple years ago?”

And Ben is about to give Ziggy a stroke by exploring the stock market, and luckily Hannah is smarter than that.

Plot twist: Ben somehow caused that car accident.

“Hey, Ben, I know you’re in the middle of Hannah shit, but I gotta tell you about the Gideon plot now, sorry.”

Okay, so Ben’s guy is about to retire, shot in the dark, the leap has to do with him dying on the job.

Okay, I am now confident in my guess that this leap or the next will retcon Gideon from the plot if you’re doubling down on Magic “leaving”, I am confident.

“Whelp, I shoved a plant into a box, time to go.”

“You should have let them fire me.” Ian, no offense, but I am willing to bet Gideon is gonna demand all of you quit.

“Look, Jenn, I know you kept wanting me to not do this, so as a prize, you’re New Magic.”

So yeah, Magic is totally gone from the show for real, definitely gone- so anyway, back to Hannah.

“It’s been three leaps. I had some fun in the 80s.”

“Do I look old?” Hannah, you haven’t aged a day since 1948.

Ben, once again, unless you caused that car crash, stop blaming yourself.

Hannah is the key to Quantum Leap.

“This is the last episode I’m in, Ben. To celebrate, explosion.”

So, the plot has been hijacked by the Transformers, got it.

Okay, so now we’re doing The Towering Inferno.

CALLED IT

“Lady, stop acting like I’m talking to ghosts, I’m a firefighter, and you ain’t.”

“20 years of experience” is basically the Get Out of Jail Free card for this leap.

This is turning into the plot of a Webster episode…

How many fires has Hannah seen in her life, goddamn…

Ben, Hannah has seen Nazis and the ending of Red Dead Redemption, a fire ain’t nothing by comparison.

“The chagrined look on your face tells me Addison says I’m right, so I win.”

“HEY, WHEN SOMEONE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR, YOU ANSWER IT!” Fucking mic drop.

Great, now the fire is chasing you.

“We gotta go through the fire.” “Fuck that shit, even if this is our fault!”

And Gideon has been ripping out the wires… Or it’s because Ian had shit timing, either or.

And Hannah has decided this burning building needs a love triangle.

“The one thing I did that actually worked”, my ass. Ben, you kicked cancer’s ass last week.

“Look at this from a cosmic perspective.” Hannah, the last time someone said that in this show, they were looking to be stuck in the Imaging Chamber for 1600 years.

And now the Fire Sheilds are armed.

Hacking into the power grid to defend the rock, roll goddamn tide.

I love how this looks like a music video.

The fire is angry!

There, they escaped the music video.

…is Hannah gonna die this leap?

I actually admire the fact Jeffery didn’t sneak back inside to get Josh’s stuff. [And three… two… one…]

“I know I just inhaled a bunch of smoke, but I just solved the plot-” “Ben, the building exploded again, that means Jeffery snuck back inside.”

Ian is having his Khan moment, everyone is doing great mentally.

“Math’s just not mathin’.”

So, the DARPA code should be in a museum, got it.

Jenn, stop acting like Magic ain’t immediately coming back.

Hannah, it’s bad enough Ben keeps blaming himself for shit…

And now the fire is retaliating.

God is fucking pissed at you all this week.

“Look, I know I’m pinned, but Jeffery’s more important.”

If Hannah does this episode, then this is a shitty way to go, dear god…

And Hannah decides now is the time to solve the plot.

Jeffery, it’s your own fault this is happening, stop being bitchy.

Jeffery, if you don’t want to see a grown man cry, leave now.

ANNNNNNND THEY FORGOT TO GRAB THE DARPA FILE.

“Time isn’t a river. It’s an ocean. Hopefully you trapped that file from my apartment.”

And Hannah dies…

“Let me use my dying breath to fix your relationship problems.”

Crawling on the ledge of a burning building. If I had to do that, I would instantly die.

Yeah, Ian, just type shit!

…is that constant idea gonna be the thing to undo the time skip?

The only way is down. I would 100% die on the spot.

How is Ben not shitting himself in fear as he does this?

“I know you’re scared! I’m scared too!” NO SHIT

“Choose courage! Jump from the exploding building!”

“Let’s go save your mom!” Ummmmmm…

And back into the music video we go.

Oh, cool, Hannah still has life in her…

NBC, seriously, you need to renew this show.

And Ben gets bailed out by a mention of retirement.

“Tell her thanks. She knows.” Fuck yeah she does, she was the only one to solve the plot.

And Hannah’s code turns out to be Stop ‘n’ Swop.

And in comes the armed gunmen.

“I wanted Ian fired. Magic didn’t do that, so, fuck it.”

Hannah got a sneak preview to this movie, Ben, she doesn’t need to see it.

And Jeffery is about to learn about Ben.

I love how Hannah is getting the kind of goodbye montage a show does when a character dies… despite not being dead.

“I wrote DARPA code to get you home, Ben. I even had a file in my apartment containing the data, you grabbed it, right?”

“…lady, why was I hugging you?”

And Gideon decides to be an even bigger asshole than he was prior, so Addison decides to steal a gun.

Addison, don’t play chicken with the universe here…

…so, they have the spare keys to Beth’s house, I take it?

One down one to go. Gideon is 100% gonna get retconned.

[tu-sugar-mami]

Tales of the side of the road #10: A lil chat

Roughly 600 words

Part #1 here

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"You haven't even told me your name, stinky man." The quesadilla in the man's hand stops halfway in its path towards his mouth. "And you expect me to agree to your manic plan? Hell no." You lazily mix the cold latte on the table with the straw.

The bearded man responsible for breaking the window earlier still dares to huff a laugh, before forcefully putting down his quesadilla in the styrofoam box and shoving his hand near your face, presumably waiting for you to shake it.

"Lord Karl Heisenberg for you, nice to meet you, brat." 

Rolling your eyes, you grab his expecting hand between your index and thumb and pretend to shake it. He laughs at your expression, but honestly he can't blame you for it. Who knows what those blackened gloves have touched besides engine grease and quesadilla oil.

"Damn, these are good…" You hear him say as he once again grabs the poor quesadilla and shoves into his mouth. A chill runs up your spine just by thinking how he ate everything without even taking off those dirty gloves first.

"Alright Mr. Heisenberg, let me get this straight." You lean against the chair and look through the window in search of something out of place. Your knee has started to hurt slightly, and that usually means it's going to rain soon. "You expect me to go to your village and, in your words, eliminate your goddess in exchange for the right to rule over your people? Just who do you think I am?" Your gaze returns to the smirk on Karl's face. "And even if I agreed, what makes you think I'd be a fair and just ruler and not one as, if not more tyrannic as this woman, Miranda?"

"Well, kid I assure you that you wouldn't reach Miranda's knees in tyrannical skills. Besides, it should be an easy job for you with that power Alcina told me you have." He stands and throws the box on the trash, his smirk not once leaving his lips. "What do you have to lose? What is to lose in an abandoned place such as this? Do this job for me and you'll have a whole village to rule. You'll be the queen if you so wish, my only interest is to get rid of this woman."

"I work in customer service, Karlos, what makes you think I want to deal with more people?" You do love your job, but sometimes the experiences with some customers aren't as pleasing. Your mind wanders to that one member of a rival cult a few days ago, if your memory doesn't fail you, that spent the entirety of his stay at Itsy Bitchy Spider with a razor machine up his nose trimming his hairs in front of the counter. You did try to kick him out but Eiddelte wouldn't let you. 

"Well, is there anything else you want? Whatever you desire in order to do this for me. Anything within my power of course." He's leaning against the counter, his gaze fixated on yours.

Your memories…

The ache in your heart makes its presence known once again. It's dull, but it's there nonetheless.

The life before…all this…

Your eyes close hard, forcing the feeling down.

Freedom…

"Nothing you can possibly offer me." You settle. Your gaze returns to him.

A sudden thunder drowns the man's next words, and you take it as a cue, ushering him out quickly.

"It's time for you to leave." You push him, but he plants his heels on the floor, trying to stand his ground against you but failing miserably when you grab him by the waist and lift him effortlessly all the way out (as one would do with a stubborn cat) against his protests, finally dropping him outside the door. 

"If you could lift me like that, why did you drag me earlier?!" Huh, you thought he was unconscious for that, perhaps you were mistaken…

Another thunder, this time closer, roars on the sky, and you close and lock the door that otherwise stays always at the ready for new customers.

 

"Leave now, before you get trapped here." You say before turning around, ignoring Karl's demands, and making a beeline for the couch in the 'staff only' room. There's nothing else to do but to wait for the upcoming storm to pass.

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[peppermintquartz]

A tiny part of him thinks, No. I should take the shift.

But a larger part of him thinks, I'm tired of this shit. I'm tired of my shit.

So he goes to his - admittedly basic - wardrobe and picks out an outfit, then digs through his stuff to look for something that would make a decent present for a Regifting Party, and runs next door to ask Mrs Parker for some spare wrapping paper.

---

At 1730 he is ready to leave his house.

At 1815 he is circling the block, thinking second thoughts about attending.

At 1825 he gets a message saying "you've driven around the block 4 times, park and get in here already"

At 1835 he's at the door, feeling as nervous as the day he was shipped out decades ago to fight a war. On the other side of the door is lively chatter mingling with music, old jazz classics of Christmas tunes.

The door opens and Karen welcomes Tommy with a big grin. "Happy holidays, Tommy. Great sweater. T-rex in a Santa hat, perfect."

"Thanks for the invitation, Karen," Tommy says, handing her the present to be added to the pile next to a gorgeously decorated tree.

She passes the gift to Mara and asks her to put it with the others, then takes Tommy's hand and pulls him down a hallway into a guest room that's currently full of bags and coats.

"Okay, Hen told me they've been trying to keep him from contacting you, which is honestly insane because he should call you in my opinion, but what's your excuse for not calling him?" she demands without preamble.

"Uh." Tommy fights the urge to stand to attention at the tone. "I mean, I walked out on him. He was... It was like, he wasn't seeing me for what I am. And he wanted me to move in! So I didn't think he'd..."

"Didn't think he would what?"

"That he would want someone like me." It sound stupid now that he's actually telling an actual rocket scientist, but he really did sabotage something good out of an old fear, didn't he?

Kneading her temples, Karen sighs. "Have you actually asked him what he thinks?

"I haven't dared to text. I don't know if I should. He should be mad at me."

Karen squints at him. "Listen to me. I've seen the way he looks at you. That's not the look of a man who is in it only for a good time, not a long time. So you go find him, you apologize for being an ass, and you ask if it's okay to go out for coffee and try again, this time at your pace?"

Tommy bows his head. "Why do you care?"

"Because he's been plying everyone with baked goods and I'm trying to make sure my kids don't grow up eating cookies with every meal," Karen says. "And I saw Buck last week when I went to pick Hen up. He looked like someone kicked his puppy. And you look like someone's drowned your cat. Make it right, Kinard. You both deserve happiness."

She opens the door. He stands frozen to the spot.

"Move," she orders, pointing down the hallway. "He's in the backyard and there's mistletoe in the pergola. Make. It. Right."

Cowed, Tommy heads down the hallway and goes to the backyard. And Evan is there, a drink in hand, not joining in the general conviviality going on; he's just watching from the sidelines.

And that is so wrong to Tommy's eyes. Evan should be in the thick of things, playing rambunctiously with the kids or carrying Jee-yun on his shoulders and romping around the place. He should be wearing a Santa hat and making inappropriate jokes about candy canes.

Tommy squares his shoulders. Here goes nothing.

it’s christmas eve. tommy’s sitting at home because he scheduled the two days off in advance since he thought he’d be spending them differently this year. he went back and forth on whether he should pick up a shift for today but ultimately decided against it as he thought it might nice for him to be at home on the holidays for a change. but his day was full of nothing but longing for buck, thinking about what could’ve been and he doesn’t want a repeat of that tomorrow. so, he pulls out his phone and is about to text a coworker, telling them he’ll take their shift and they can be at home with their family, when a text comes through: it has a familiar address, a date and time for tomorrow, a dress code, and it’s signed off with a simple, “i hope to see you there, happy holidays :).” so. what does tommy do?

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

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