#tearing my hair out and yelling and pooping

[uniformbravo]

all these mfers selling manga on ebay who take pics of literally every angle of the book EXCEPT the back!!!!!! why!!!!!!! im gonna fucking get u!!!!!!!

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

a headcanon where genshin bois broke up with you but saw you years later with thier child at 3 yeares old? Scara, xiao, zhongli and tighnari

Oh, you have an evil soul, I know that for sure. You want suffering, oh you drink my tears as coffee, I like you. I'll have fun with this one a bit. Also, sorry for the spelling errors, I try to fix them when I see them, however, I tend to type wayyy to fast. Or messy.

Scaramouche: ══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══

You guys broke up because at some point in the relationship, it was getting too overwhelming, and toxic.

Scaramouche outbursts or his snide remarks became a ticking time bomb for you.

It was hard for you to feel loved at this point, and apparently it was hard for him to show it because he wanted to be stubborn.

The breaking point was where you came to him, head to head, this was going to determine your break up with him.

"Say something nice about me, say you love me, say anything, please do anything." You were pleading. You didn't want to leave but, it was starting to get to you.

His response? "What is wrong with you? Are you some kind of child?"

That was it, you broke up with him. This made his jaw drop, of course he protested, he grabbed you a lot, yelled at you. But you finally got free and left him, you went into hiding because he wasn't going to give up.

Along the way, you found out that you were pregnant, with twin boys, with his kids. In your head, you are like "How???" since he is a puppet.

Years later, your two little boys are grown and they are playful happy innocent toddlers. They were holding your hands and laughing. They both had Scaramouche face, but a happy and child like face.

You were happy, until you backed up a tiny bit and bumped into someone. You turned and saw it was Scaramouche.

You immediately panicked and picked up both of your boys and held your weapon to his face.

"W-What is this...? Who are they??" He was angry already and confused. He didn't understand why there are two little him. Was he being replaced, by better versions of himself. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her and yelled at him.

"They're your sons!" You yelled and cried, You pushed him and took her books and ran away.

He was left behind stunned, after a few minutes, he clenched his hands into fist. If you want him to be apart of the twin's life, you need to be patient. He will take a while to come around, and he will be difficult about it.

However, when he does, he becomes the most protective father, he would shield them from the past he had. He would never abandon him, he would teach them his bad attitude as way for them to stand up for themselves.

He won't admit it, but he grew fond of his boys because he felt they were children, just as him, and they understood him despite not realizing it.

As for you though, he still has issues getting along with you and would pick fights with you. He is sometimes loving but you are a little drained.

Xiao ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──── ⋅✩

You guys broke up peacefully, you both agreed it was for the best, he can't provide for your mortal needs and you have nothing to offer a troubled Adepti

You two parted always peacefully.

A few months later, your belly was getting swollen, but you had no idea why, after all, there is no way you could give birth to a half adeptus and half mortal right?

Well surprising motha fucka, nature is fucked up.

You were surprised and stressed, you don't know how to take care of a baby who is half Yaksha. How do you handle Karmic Debt?

Like does he poop spirits or dreams?

Once you gave birth, you realized the little girl had his dad's Yaksha marks on her arm and his diamond on her forehead. She had his green hair.

Overtime, you ended up figuring it out, thanks to taking care of Xiao time to time, you are aware of the child's needs more than enough.

You are dealing with a teleporting Child who can throw a tantrum to the size of a stadium but you have your ways.

Years ahead, you were feeding your little girl food ordered from Wanshu inn. You wanted her to enjoy the best of the best.

What you didn't know is that Xiao was watching, he was horrified, one for that he isn't the only Yaksha anymore and moreso, that this little girl looked like him, had his demon slayer markings.

You let your little girl use the bathroom, as you waited outside for her, guarding the door to prevent anyone from entering. You wanted her to be more independent in public places, this was one way.

This was Xiao chance to catch you alone, he appeared in front of you, he was very close to you, and you jolted and got scared.

"Who....Who is that little girl?" He looked into your eyes, scared but wanted to know more.

You stuttered a bit. "U-Um..."

He comes closer to you where your chest his touching his chest. "Tell me now." He asked sternly. He was upset of course, because why did she never tell him? They never had much fights but he at least deserved to know.

You felt a hug on your leg and crying. "M-Mama!" It was your little girl. You immediately picked her up and began to comfort her. "Shh, it's okay, mommy is okay."

Xiao immediately backed away, guilt was heavy on his chest, he never meant to scare....her.

You sighed and showed her to him. "Little one, do you know who is this?"

Your little girl will mostly by shy and scared of him, and Xiao will immediately show sadness to this, however, with your encouragement, she would try her best to look at Xiao. "This is your father, sweeite."

Your little girl touches Xiao's face and Xiao blushes and smiles, as he can't help it when it comes to little hands on his face.

He was hesitant at first but, he gently put his hands up and looked at you for consent.

You nodded and smiled, he passed your little girl over to him, where your little girl became his too. Your little girl naturally snuggled into his neck, sucking her thumb as Xiao shushes and coo's her gently.

As soon as Xiao held this little girl, he immediately sworn to protect her with his life, and held her protectively. He looked at you and placed his arm around your back and pulled you in for a group hug.

He asked if he could talk to you on what he can do to fix the relationship with you, and what can he do more as a father. He immediately fell in love with you little girl and even if you don't get back together, he would often visit, with presents, he would take her with him when you need breaks. He is a good dad, with co parenting or not.

Zhongli ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

You guys broke up because you just happened to not feel connected anymore. You guys just fell out.

You guys lived in differently eras and world and its hard to connect with him on some things.

You guys never really had a fight, but you used to talk everyday and now, you guys barely talk at all, touch each other or even just, try.

Zhongli brought this to your attention, and he isn’t a time waster, so and he doesn’t want to waste your time, so you guys broke up and moved on.

Until few months later, you found you that you were pregnant, you were in between telling him or not, but you realize that he is on vacation...he wants a break, so you kept this to yourself.

You raised his son by yourself, he looked exactly like you, but his powers are no doubt Zhongli's, and his dragon habits and nature as well.

You were eating out with your wonderful son, he was running around and saying hello to everyone until he ran into Zhongli. He bummed into Zhongli and fell back.

Zhongli looked down and offered a hand and kind smile. "Are you okay, little friend?" The little boy smiles cheerfully and took his hand and got up.

Once you came and bend your knees to check for wounds and see if he is okay, Zhongli was surprised and would greet you. You would greet him back and you would smile at him, while picking your son up.

However, once Zhongli saw the little boy do his dragon habits such as teething, or biting your shirt, he recognized it immediately.

At first he won't say anything and would act like nothing happen, he actually wait for you to reveal it.

However, once you didn't and you were gonna leave him, he immediately grabbed your shoulder, and will call you out. "This child...he is mine kin isn't he? Why weren't you willing to reveal this to me?"

Zhongli wants to be in this kid's life, he wants to pass down his knowledge and memories to him, he wants to teach him everything, this was new to him but he wants to be responsible.

Despite how harsh it is, a child between two lovers is a contract where they both need to parent, and he is happy to do it. He would really want to show his son the world and his victories.

Tighnari ── •✧• ──── •✧• ──── •✧• ──── •✧• ──

There would be two reason why you and Tighnari break up, one would be because he was too busy to even be in your life, and second would be that his scolding makes it hard for you to connect with him, as he was too nitpicky at the smallest things. This can be at small things such as how you handle things like chores, to bigger things like how you store items to quest to other things.

Things ended sadly, not miserable but, just it was sad and heartbreaking. It was hard to move on, the relationship you guys had was different but special.

You found out you were pregnant at a doctor check up one day, also because Sumeru had free healthcare so why not go to doctors as a hobby :)

You were freaking out, how do you take care of a fennec fox hybrid? What do they even eat? Should you only feed them veggies? Or feed them meat as well?

A lot of things were running in your head.

Years later, you got accustomed to your little girl, you groomed her tail and ears, and fed her what she liked.

You often go on walks in Sumeru forest, you wanted her to be in touch with her fox side. You want her to be free.

You patted her head, as you held her hand and walk, you stopped by a beautiful waterfall and watched. Your little girl was playing in the water.

Tighnari was behind you, stunned, he was processing, he already put two and two together, since he is a smartass from the smartass skool.

You turned around and jolted. "O-Oh, y-you are here..." You were startled.

It took him a few minutes to look at you and back at the little girl. His ears flopped a bit as she slowly pointed at the little girl speechless.

You sigh and nodded, knowing you can't outsmart him or lie to him.

You went to take your little girl's hand and brought her to him.

Tighnari kneeled down and took a good look at her, despite never meeting her, he knew, this little girl was his.

He would questioned and ask if you were a single mother and if you are seeing anyone, and would ask if maybe he can try being in her life, however he is just as busy, but he thought maybe take her on walks with him.

You were fine with it either way, you desire nothing from him though, if he wanted to be in your daughter's life, that's fine, but you want nothing to do with him.

He noticed this and felt conflicted.

Overtime, he would try and get you to trust him again, spend time with you and her as a family, but you would refuse and keep your distance.

Tighnari would be frustrated and sad over it, you can tell that his tail was losing hair, he understands why you refuse to take him back but Fennec Foxes mate for life.

It's in his nature, he wants to be dedicated to you, and he is becoming stressed from the rejection from you.

[howslemon]

Chasing Cars

Young Mi (Kim Sieun) ft. Jun-Hee (Jo Yuri) x Male Reader

Words: 1k+

The desk creaked under the weight of your shared laughter, echoing in the dimly-lit, empty classroom. "No way! You still denied after it was already dripping on your shoes?" Young Mi was gasping between her laughs, slapping your shoulder.

"Come on, it was too embarrassing to admit," ah yes, it's still fresh in your memories how it happened.

If it wasn't for that spoiled breakfast that you ate that morning, it wouldn't have come to that. The first class hadn't even started when you already felt the sharp knots in your stomach. While your classmates were running and yelling around, there you were, sat frozen to your chair, couldn't move a muscle at all. Before you knew it, you felt something warm already dripping down your legs.

The stinking smell almost immediately spread across the room.

"Eww, someone pooped their pants!"

The kids already thought that it was coming from that one kid who was suspiciously quiet, head rested on his arms—you.

"Look, it's him!" That one fucker just had to point it out, his finger pointing at you.

"It's not me!" You shouted, panicked, denial all over you even though it was already obvious.

"Stop it, it's not funny guys!"

Junhee.

"Just leave him alone!"

She was the only one who showed concern for you. "Are you okay?" she asked, crouching beside you as tears flowed from your eyes. She pulled out her handkerchief—white, embroidered with pink floral patterns, pressing it into your trembling hands. The sweet scent of it battled the foul smell clinging around you, but it was enough to keep you down.

"Don't listen to them," she said firmly, patting your back to comfort you. "I'll call the teacher, okay? She can help you," she said before running towards the hallway.

That moment, you realized that there was still a good person amongst the cruel crowd, there was still kindness. You stared at her handkerchief, tears dripping down to it, forming small damp circles. It was the moment you knew your feelings for Junhee had shifted. From just a fleeting crush that turned into something much deeper.

.

The late afternoon sun spilled through the window, casting long shadows of the two of you along the classroom. You leaned back on your palms, staring at the students outside who were on their way to their next classes.

Young Mi hugged her knees, resting her chin between them, still containing her laugh. "You sounded so pathetic, you're lucky Junhee was still sweet to you after all that," she said with a hint of teasing, yet there was gentleness to her voice as the sun brushed her face.

"Yeah…" you chuckled, smiling as you pictured Junhee's face, her sweet voice, your heart pounding as you said, "she's one of a kind."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The soft sounds of leaves rustling from outside along with the voices of students from a distance filled the silence. Without looking at you, Young Mi said, "You're still stuck on her, huh?"

"How can I not be?" you shot back, sitting straight. "She was… different. How can I forget someone like that?" your voice softened. "You don't forget someone like that."

Young Mi shifted lightly, staring at the window, at your reflection that faintly appeared through it. "Right, someone who gives handkerchiefs to an ugly crying kid," she laughed softly, shaking her head. "God, you really are a sap, you know that?"

"It's not being a sap," you shot back at her. "It's knowing when someone's real. She saw me at my worst and didn't flinch. That's rare."

Young Mi's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her pants, looking back at the window. "Yeah," she murmured, "rare." Her voice was quiet, almost too quiet. There was another moment of silence for the two of you.

The sunlight caught in her hair, making her look radiant for just a fleeting moment, a beauty unnoticed by the boy sitting beside her. She glanced at you, her lips opened as if trying to say something, but she stopped herself.

"You know she has a boyfriend, right?" her tone shifted, "four years at that," she added. Your smile slowly faded, realizing that fact that you were still ignoring for years.

"Yeah," you formed your smile back, it was fake, yet almost reassuring. Young Mi looked at you, seeing that fake smile that you wore, yet your eyes spoke the opposite of what you were wearing.

Speaking of which, there was Junhee outside, arms clinging to her boyfriend, Myunggi. A deep sigh escaped you as you watched her laughing as they sweetly walked down the pathway to the next building.

Young Mi noticed your sudden shift. She turned back to face the window, seeing Junhee with her boyfriend. Her gaze went back to you, seeing your eyes sparkle as tears started to form, but not enough to fall down.

"You should let go, you know," Young Mi said softly, her gaze fixing back to the window.

You didn't respond at first, still watching Junhee and Myunggi disappear around the corner. The sight of them together hit like a knife twisting in your chest.

"How?" you finally asked, your voice low, almost broken. "How do you just stop feeling something like that?"

Young Mi hugged her knees tightly, her lips tugging together. She wanted to tell you. She wanted to scream that she knew exactly how that felt because she had been doing that for years.

Instead, she forced a laugh, "It's not easy. But sometimes, holding on hurts more than letting go."

You turned to her, the weight of her words sinking in. For a moment, you saw yourself in her expression, the same echo of your pain; it was far different than the Young Mi that usually had a playful exterior.

"Besides," she added, her tone softer now, "you're too good to spend your life clinging to someone who's already happy with someone else."

Your head slowly tilted low, letting her words sink into you. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, yet too heavy. The sun dipped low along with the moment.

"You're not alone, you know," Young Mi suddenly said, her voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean?" You glanced at her.

She hesitated for a moment, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her pants. "I mean… you've got me. You always have." She offered a small, uncertain smile.

For a moment, you just looked at her. The weight of her words settling somewhere deep inside you. "Thanks," you said quietly, though you were still uncertain what she meant.

Young Mi smiled, masking the ache inside her chest. She softly smacked your shoulder. "Anytime, idiot."

The two of you fell into another silence. The warmth of the setting sun embracing the two aching hearts.

••••••••••

Young Mi deserves better.

[petitelepus]

What about an abused little girl gets sent to the Demon Slayer world while hiding from her abusive family?

She already has A LOT OF ISSUES especially towards adults and on top of that DEMONS?!

The Hashira try to care for her, but she doesn’t make it easy as she lashes out in a way to protect herself. It’s difficult but their hearts go out to this poor child.

Summary: You ran away from your horrible abusive family, but they were after you so you had to hide. You end up being found, but not by your family.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Happy Ending

A/N:  Reader, Girl Reader, Child Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Muichiro Tokito, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Gyomei Himejima, Obanai Iguro

Where were you? What time was it? You looked around, scared witless. Were they still after you? You couldn't hear them so maybe they had given up the chase and let you be… For now.

"Oi, we have a survivor here!" You heard someone yell before there was a sudden flash of light as you were picked up and pulled out of your hiding spot.

"Let go!" You snapped as you flailed and kicked as hard as you could, nailing the guy's chin with your small fist.

"Fuck!" The man holding you snapped as he dropped you and you instantly scrambled to get away, but you lost your footing and fell face down on the ground.

You didn't stay down long, quickly getting up, but as you were about to start running again, someone grabbed you again and lifted you up.

"Hm! Fear not child, you're safe now!" The loud blond man holding you said, but you didn't believe a word he said.

"Let go, let go!" You screamed like a stabbed pig and the man you punched, a white-haired scarred and not to mention pissed off, approached you.

"Careful there Rengoku! This little shit has a nasty right hook!"

"Hm!" Rengoku nodded, "She is a fighter!"

"Let go, let go you stupid poops!" You screamed and that attracted more attention.

"What is going on here?" A beautiful purple-haired woman and her companions came. Rengoku turned to look at them and smiled, "This little girl here must still be scared!"

"Oh my!" The woman gasped as she looked at you and smiled gently, "Please don't fear. You're safe now. The monsters can't hurt you anymore."

Hearing this, you stilled, but you were still full of fight and so you glared at the pretty woman, "They are?"

"I promise," She nodded and you calmed down a little, and just in time as the rest of the group got together.

"A child…?" A young-looking man with long black hair mumbled and a man with bright white-hair blinked, "There was actually a survivor?"

"We better get her somewhere safer," A calm-looking man stated.

"Oh my, how cute!" A young pink-haired woman nearly squealed as she moved towards you.

"Watch it, she kicks and punches!" The scarred man snapped, but his words fell on deaf ears as the pink girl grabbed you from the purple woman and hugged you close to her body.

"Don't worry, we are the good guys!" She said and you frowned, fully ready to lash out again… But you found yourself relaxing in the woman's hold.

You couldn't remember when someone held you so gently as she was doing…

"Oi, kid," A man with gauze wrapped over his lower face squinted his different colored eyes at you, "Where are your parents?"

It was like a light switch had been flicked on. Just mentioning them made you a fearful and anxious little girl again.

"N- No!" You cried out all of a sudden, pushing against the pink-haired woman's body as you tried to break free of her hold, "Not my parents! Please, don't take me back to them!"

"Namu Amida Butsu…" A giant man suddenly prayed as tears streamed down his face, "I'm afraid she doesn't have that close bond with her family…"

"What's wrong?" The pink-haired woman looked down at you, "Are you hurt?"

You nodded as you buried your tear-stained face against the woman's shoulder. She frowned as she gently tried to rub your back, but you flinched immediately when her hand made contact with your back.

"Ah-!"

"Oi, let me see!" The scarred man snapped but as he moved to grab you, you screamed bloody murder and he stepped back, "Shit!"

"Let me…" The purple-haired woman shushed you gently as she carefully grabbed your shirt and lifted it enough to show your back… And expose all the nasty dark bruises there.

"Oh my…!" She gasped at the sight and the scarred man scowled, "Shit… She has been not only neglected but abused also…"

"Please…" You cried as you tried your hardest to wipe your teary eyes, "I don't want to go back… Please don't take me back…!"

"Looks like Demons did a favor for her." The gauze man grumbled and the pink-haired woman started to gently rock you from side to side.

"There there…" She hushed as she gently held you, "No one is going to hurt you ever again… You're safe now."

"B- But my family-!"

"They can't hurt you anymore," She said and you sniffled as you raised your head and looked at her with your eyes red and puffy due to crying so hard.

"Y- You promise?"

"I swear on my life, that I- That we won't let anyone hurt you ever again!" She smiled, "Hashira's honor!"

"Hashira…?"

"We are all Hashiras! Our job is to hunt Demons and keep humans safe!"

"Demons?"

"Like your parents, kid," The flashy man said and you frowned. You knew your family was awfully mean to you… Maybe they were really Demons?

"The best we can do now is to take her to the Butterfly Mansion and let Kocho take care of her injuries…" The crying giant said and the calm-looking man nodded, "I agree with Himejima."

"What do you say, little one?" The purple-haired woman asked, "Would you let me take care of you? I have medicine that will make the pain go away?"

You pressed your lips tightly together as you considered your chances, and then you looked up at the young woman holding you, "Can you… Can you come with me…?"

"Oi-!" The gauze man was about to object, but the sweet woman holding you smiled, "Of course, if that's what you want then we can all come with you!"

You nodded and the Hashiras made up their mind and started to head toward the Butterfly Mansion where you would be taken care of.

As you walked, Mitsuri carrying you, your mind was in scrambles, but there was something you wanted to know.

"Hey…?" You whispered quietly and the young woman looked at you, "Yes, what is it? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No…" You shook your head, "Can I ask something?"

"Of course, ask anything you want!"

"Can I…" You swallowed, "Can I also become Hashira…?"

Mitsuri blinked as she looked at you, but finally, she smiled a little and nodded.

"Maybe when you're older, but hopefully by the time that happens we don't need Hashiras anymore," She said and you nodded a little, "I… I want to slay Demons also…"

"You still have lots of time to decide what you want to do!" The young woman smiled, "You're still so young, you have your whole life ahead of you!"

"Pardon me, but I couldn't help but hear your conversation," Shinobu said as she walked next to you, "If you want to help, I could always use more Butterfly Girls at my mansion."

"Butterfly Girls?" You blinked and she smiled, "Yes, they help the Slayers to rest and heal after hunting Demons. I could teach you how to use a sword and about medicine and poison also?"

"Yes," You nodded, "I want to kill Demons…"

"We are willing to teach if you're willing to learn," Shinobu said and you nodded, "I- I am! I want to kill Demons!"

"Then it's settled," Shinobu nodded, "I'll take you as my Tsuguko and teach you everything you need to know."

"Thank you…" You nodded, suddenly feeling exhausted as the day's events and stress caught up with you.

You pressed your head against Mitsuri's shoulder, wanting to rest your eyes for a second but you ended up falling asleep, and for the first time in ages, you didn't see nightmares.

No, your nightmares, both the dream and real life were over

[sunshineting]

Just a lil drabble 😚

Dad!Gojo

Fluff w mention of sex

Imagine you and Gojo have a baby 😭

-Y’all’s daughter is the cutest little thing; inheriting your brown skin tone with his white hair and blue eyes.

-When Koyo was an infant, you would constantly wake up to her just staring at you with those big blue eyes. It was a bit jarring at first, you had to get used to it just like you did with Gojo. The creepiest, though, was once when you checked the baby monitor in the middle of the night and she was staring directly into the camera.

-Gojo loves that Koyo inherited your curls, they’re one of his favorite things about you. He tries his hardest to do styles on her, but they never turn out quite right. Plenty of times when he’d tried to do something as simple as pigtails they ended up crooked. He leaves most of the styles to you, letting you do all types of braids and twists on your baby.

-Potty training is hell; your daughter HATES pooping on the potty.

“Koyo, do you need to potty?” You ask. It’s been about two hours since she last went, and you’re trying to keep up a schedule. She shakes her head and continues playing with her blocks. Just to be sure, you walk over to her to check her pull-up. You smell it before you see it. Koyo catches onto you, so she starts running away.

“Satoru, come get your child!” You yell. And just like that, your husband appears with Koyo upside down in his hand. She’s just giggling like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

-Gojo spoils his baby. Oh, she’s spoiled rotten, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Daddy, I want this!” Your three year old points at an expensive toy kitchen set.

“How do you ask nicely, Koyo?” Satoru asks.

“May I have this toy please?”

“I say yes, but we gotta ask the boss. Well, mama, whaddya think?” He picks Koyo up in his arms and holds her at his level. The two of them stare at you expectantly, waiting on your response.

“Alright, alright. What color do you want?” You give in. Your daughter squeals and laughs with delight.

-When y’all sign her up for daycare, Gojo is more upset than you are. And that’s saying a lot. On her first day, you have tears brimming in your eyes. It hurts seeing your baby walk away happily into her new class.

“What if she needs me? What if something happens? She can’t go to school yet, she’s just a baby!” Gojo laments in the car. Your three year old is very smart and mature for her age, so realistically you don’t have much to worry about. Unfortunately, though, she has two very dramatic parents who love her dearly.

“Let’s go back and get her. We can go get her and she can start over tomorrow. I’ll be ready then,” he begs.

-To be honest, Gojo kinda eats as a dad. He’s super fun, but he can get serious. He’s so go-with-the-flow that anytime a hiccup happens in your meticulous plans, he calms you into believing everything will be ok. Eventually though, he wants another kid. Koyo is four already and he misses having a little baby.

“Cmonnnn let’s have one more. Koyo needs someone to play with and I miss the baby stage. Plus, you look so sexy pregnant. I love seeing you round with my babies. You know I love breeding your tight little cunt,” the last of his words are nothing more than a whisper in your ear. You end up folding for him that same night.

-Satoru definitely makes Megumi watch the kids when y’all need a night out. Megumi doesn’t mind too much because both kids are well behaved. All three of his students love your kids; Yuuji likes playing a little rough with your son, Kawa, and Nobara loves dressing Koyo up

[colourstreakgryffin]

One Piece Treasures: Father! Roronoa Zoro Headcanons

For my little sister! I spent hours working on this! Please enjoy! Dokusha aka Y/N is called Shimotsuki here! The name is referencing Shimotsuki Kuina, the friend that basically shaped Zoro

Just a single set of unfortunate circumstances landed you, a abanonded helpless nameless eight-year-old, in the custody of the one and only Pirate Hunter, Roronoa Zoro

Do you think Zoro is a bad parent? Hope not, because he isn’t. With the way he treats Luffy, he is, without a doubt, a very dedicated and accomodating figure

Overprotective is his middle name. The Thousand Sunny became childproof in mere seconds. All the sharp cutlery and tools, replaced with plastic replicas. All of the Crew’s stock of booze and cigarettes, over the deck in no time.

He can’t stand anybody talking down his cute little swordswoman but keeps all his fury bottled up. Lashing out in front of you will make you cry and Zoro doesn’t want to hurt or scare you so he becomes really good at keeping himself composed for longer periods of time

Zoro’s responsible and surprisingly well-equipped for parenthood. He cuts down his aggression and knocks off the swearing around you. His sense of organisation also jumped, he can look after your stuff alongside his excellently

Zoro has been teaching you his three-swords style. You need to be able to defend yourself when you grow up. It’s not like Zoro will sit down and let threats harm his daughter but he won’t be around forever to protect you

He gets a lot of shit from Nami for letting you handle his katanas. What’s the issue, woman?! He is always watching over you! He will make sure you don’t cut yourself, that being because Zoro will never let you out his sight

Off the grand high seas and at new islands, you sometimes have to deal with mean children and lose fights to them. Thankfully, Zoro will be there to shoo them away, cradle you, wipe away your tears and make you feel better

“Don’t worry, my little Strawberry. I’ll give you my katanas to deal with them next time, okay?”

Aunt Nami spoils you rotten. She takes you to play as girls, to go “shopping” and braid your cute hair! She barks a lot at Zoro for “not treating you like a child”

“Swords?! Are you moronic?! It seems like you’re trying to kill her! She’s only eight!”

“Relax! She can take care of herself and I’m literally right here!”

Zoro got you a carbon copy of his earrings so you’d match with him. He can’t help but feel his heart melt as you wave one of his sheathed swords around on the Poop Deck and yell “I’m trained by the best swordsman ever! I’m Tsuki Zoro!”

Zoro also got you a really cute kimono styled like his! You’re actually the biggest daddy’s little princess ever as you eventually end up matching him in many ways

Zoro is a affectionate father. He loves giving piggybacks, holding you on his hip, he sleeps with you cuddled to his chest, he gives you cheek and forehead kisses all the time. Zoro is especially affectionate after finishing a mission or a duty and returning to the Thousand Sunny as to make up for worrying you and/or not bringing you along

Zoro prefers that you stay on the Thousand Sunny as you’re safer there than with the adventuring crew. You have came along more than once against Zoro’s wishes but having you around raises Zoro’s defensive nature, he hisses at anybody who seems too friendly with you

“I’m sorry for being mean to that kid, little Strawberry. I just don’t trust any of these villagers. Could you stay with Daddy, please?”

Zoro can come back to the Thousand Sunny VERY injured and he will gladly give you piggybacks and/or shoulder rides to make you smile. Your happiness is his fuel and you’re his top priority

Uncle Luffy is your favourite caretaker but Zoro’s biggest headache. Zoro is still quite the overprotective dad and Luffy’s recklessness with you is stressing him out. Fun fact; Luffy got you a straw-hat charm bracelet for your first birthday with the Strawhat Crew! He thought it was cute

“Luffy! PLEASE, be careful for once! Shimotsuki’s too young to be playing up so high!”

“Strawberry! Come here! Give Daddy a hug! What happened? …What?! Uncle Sanji ignored you?! Here, go play with Uncle Luffy. Daddy needs to go talk to Uncle Sanji”

Cut to poor Sanji tied-up to the lookout tower with his mouth gagged as Luffy carries you out from the captain’s bunk to see the pretty waves. When you noticed Sanji, you pointed at him and asked Luffy about it

Zoro cries almost hysterically everytime you successfully perform a move from his three-swords style. He is so proud that he wants to scream it out to the seven seas

“That’s my girl! Go, little champion! Just look at her! …She’s on her way to be the best swordswoman”

Zoro’s crying with Luffy doing his best to comfort him whilst you bounce over to your father and happily babble about that you just performed a move without his help

Zoro is quite emotionally attached to you. To think, he was grossed out by the idea of parenting but in a few months, it all changed. Now, he can’t bare to imagine scouting these grand seas without his little strawberry

Zoro goes murder mode everytime any of the crew’s enemies manages to land a hit on you. You got that small left cheek scar from a Assassin out for Luffy’s bounty and Zoro had to be pinned down by his own team so he wouldn’t dice the assassin into crumbs on the spot

“Little Strawberry! Did that bad man hurt you? what a cut… Aww, go to Aunt Nami, she’ll look after you. Daddy and Uncle Luffy will take care of that bad man but quickly, give Daddy a hug. I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop that, love”

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Shenanigans at the pride parade

This oneshot I wrote for today is based on a little comic that I drew a year ago. Those of you who remember the comic might be familiar of the events in this story.

Read on ao3 or under the cut.

“Do we have everything with us?” Francesca asked.

“We got everything in my bag!” Violetta assured her. “Except for a change of clothes, cause it wouldn’t fit.”

“Aw, but if we don’t pack extra clothes it might be this specific time that we’re gonna need it.”

“Ok, but… it’s just a 10 minute walk, isn’t it? Worst case scenario, we have to go home and change.”

“True…” Francesca then turned to the kids. “Are you ready to go?”

“Weady, mama!” Carolina exclaimed. “Wook, I wew a wainbow!”

The three year old happily showed her little crooked rainbow she drew with markers on her arm. 

“That is very nice, dear.”

“Do we need a stroller?” Violetta asked.

“Hmm… it takes up a lot of space,” Francesca said.

“It does. Wait, I got a better idea!”

She picked up their son Oliver, who recently had turned 1, and put him on her shoulders. Oliver giggled at being so high up. 

“I wanna be up too, mami!” Carolina exclaimed.

“I can put you on my shoulders!” Francesca said, picking her up. 

“Now we’re just waiting for the four year old,” Violetta said.

“I’m almost five!” Elina shouted, running up to them. 

“Yes, you’re a big girl. We’re going now.”

“And I’m saying this now to you, girls,” Francesca said. “There’s gonna be a lot of people there, so I want you to stay close to us, ok?” She looked especially at her oldest daughter.

“Pwomise!” Carolina exclaimed.

“I promise,” Elina said, “But aren’t you gonna say that to Oliver, too?”

“Oliver is just a baby, and I will hold him all the time,” Violetta explained. “He can’t escape even if he wants to!”

“We need to go, chop chop!” Ludmila said, clapping her hands. 

“We want our child back, Cami!” Naty called.

Camila came out, smiling. “I have a surprise!”

She moved aside, to show Ludmila and Naty’s daughter Stella toddle up in a rainbow dress and flowers in her hair. Along with Stella was Camila’s kid Kim, who wore rainbow overalls, but also had flowers in their hair.

“I’m dying!” Ludmila exclaimed, almost forming tears. “Naty, get the camera!”

“Mama, what’s a pride parade anyway?” Kim asked.

“It’s a parade where we walk around with rainbows. We’re showing that people, and families can look different and that we have a right to exist!”

“Yes, did you know, a lot of years ago, two moms were not allowed?” Naty asked. “We’re celebrating that we can now, and showing people that it’s okay!”

“I weaw a wainbow!” Stella exclaimed, jumping.

“Yes, you’re so cute, darling.”

Maxi and Andres were nervous. This was the first time they were gonna go out on an event with their twins.

Their twin boys, Tommy and Daniel, were just six months old and their dads had dressed them up for the occasion. They had now put them in baby carriers as they finished their own outfits.

“Is this rainbow tie too much?” Andres asked. 

“Of course not! You look so classy!”

“I hope the boys won’t think I’m embarrassing…”

Maxi chuckled. “Andres… if they still poop their pants on the regular without a care, they don’t have the ability to feel embarrassment for you over anything.”

“You’re right. Also, speaking of that, I think I forgot the diaper bag!”

“Andres, we’re home, and I’m holding it. It’s gonna be fine.”

“They’re gonna be the fanciest babies there!”

“Yep!”

“She’s gonna be the fanciest baby there!” Yam exclaimed, holding up Charlie. She had sewn a special suit for her. 

“I don’t know if she’s much of a baby now when she’s 2,” Jim said. 

“Both she and Lola are babies!”

“I’m not a baby!” Lola yelled. “I’m four!” To prove her point, she held up four fingers. 

“By the way, Loli, I need to write on your arm,” Jim said, grabbing a marker.

“Are you gonna write something fun?”

“I’m gonna write our phone number.”

“Why?”

“In case you disappear from us. There’s a big crowd.”

“If you get away from us, please find an adult,” Yam chimed in, “Preferably someone with kids. They can see the number on your arm, and call us.”

“Okay…”

As Violetta and Francesca arrived with their kids, they tried to immediately find their friends.

“Cami said she’d be here somewhere…” Francesca said, checking her phone.

“Mami, I don’t want you holding my hand,” Elina said.

“I have to hold your hand so that you don’t disappear,” Violetta said.

“But I won’t! Mamiiiiiiii!”

“Wait a little bit, Elina. We need to find Camila first.”

“Girls!” someone exclaimed. Francesca and Violetta looked up. Camila was waving from afar. 

They went up to her. 

“Hi!” Violetta said, “Oh, you look great!”

“And me?” Kim asked, holding their mom’s hand.

“Yes, you look really good too!”

“Does your mom force you to hold her hand, too?” Elina asked Kim.

“I want to hold mama’s hand!” Kim answered with a grin. 

“Look at Oliver!” Camila said, “Oh, he’s so cute!” She tickled his chin. “Are you cute? Are you up on your mommy’s shoulders?”

Oliver giggled and cooed at her. 

“Hey, if anyone’s kid is the cutest, it’s ours!” Ludmila yelled, announcing her presence by saying that.

Everyone turned to her and Naty. Ludmila was proudly holding up three year old Stella. 

“Aww, look at her dress!” Francesca said.

“I made it,” Camila said with a wink.

“I WEW A WAINBOW ON MY AWM!” Carolina screamed, proudly holding up her arm.

“Yes, she drew a rainbow on her arm,” Francesca translated, if anyone couldn’t hear the toddler-speak. 

“That’s a nice rainbow!” Naty said, “You’re an artist, Carolina!”

“Hello!” Maxi called. Him and Andres walked up to them, their twins in baby carriers. 

“OH MY GOD!” Camila gasped. “Noo! Ok, you two won the baby pride outfits!”

“No, I won!” Kim pouted, stomping their foot on the ground.

“You’re not a baby, dear.”

“They look so peaceful in their baby carriers!” Violetta said. 

In the middle of the adults talking, Elina took this as an opportunity to let go of her mother’s hand. She then slowly walked backwards, hoping no one would see her.

“Woah, so many people here!” Lola exclaimed excitedly.

“That’s why you need to be close to us at all times,” Jim reminded her. 

“Tell Charlie that!”

Yam, who was carrying Charlie, put her down on the ground. Immediately, Charlie started whimpering and put her hands up, wanting to be held again. Yam picked her up again. “See, I don’t think we need to worry about your sister.”

“I wanna walk around!” Lola pouted.

“We are,” Jim assured her. “Just hold my hand, and we’re gonna go around.”

“I don’t wanna hold your hand!”

“Okay… but stand next to me.”

They walked around for a bit, looking at the other people there. There was a lot of cheering, a lot of rainbows and a lot of fun outfits. Lola was mesmerized by all of the outfits she saw people wear.

“Mama, can you make me that? And that too?”

“Of course, dear.”

Lola jumped up and down in excitement.

“She’s gonna fall asleep on the way home from all the energy she released today,” Jim told Yam discreetly. Yam nodded. 

“Hey, is that Luna?” Yam asked, pointing at someone further away.

“I think it is!”

As her moms were busy looking for their friend, Lola saw this as a perfect opportunity to run off.

“Wait, no…” Jim said. “That’s not Luna. But it really did look like her from behind!”

“It really did!”

“Now…” Jim looked around. “Lola?”

Yam turned to her. “Jimena, where’s our child?”

“She was… right here!”

They looked at each other worryingly.

Lola felt like she was as fast as Rainbow Dash - she had been seeing an old show called Friendship is Magic and there was a pegasus there named Rainbow Dash. Maybe if she ran fast enough she’d become her.

But she didn’t feel like a pony. She felt like a lion. A lion running fast.

Suddenly, and without warning, she crashed into someone. Another girl, around her age.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Lola was lying on top of her. They catched their breaths for a moment, before Lola came back to reality.

“I’m a lion!” she roared.

“Oh!” the girl replied. “I’m a cheetah!”

The two stood up and started to make animal sounds at each other. 

“I’m gonna get you!” Lola growled, while grinning.

“No, because I’m a cheetah and so I’m really fast!” 

“Rawr! We’ll see about that!”

Lola was about to jump on her, when someone grabbed her by her armpits.

“No running away!” Jim scolded her. “I’m gonna carry you for the rest of the day if you keep this up!”

At the same time, the other girl’s mother grabbed her hand.

“I told you to hold my hand!” Violetta muttered. 

“But-” the girl said.

“No buts, Elina. You’re coming with me.”

Elina. What a nice name, thought Lola.

Jim carried Lola away, as Violetta dragged away Elina.

But the two girls, like Kovu and Kiara in The Lion King 2, looked at each other as their parents got them further away from each other. Only that, instead of scaredly saying “goodbye”, they just smirked and stuck their tongue out at each other.

Lola hoped she’d meet Elina again.

Elina hoped the same. 

Their separate mothers considered putting leashes on them.

[arctic-pop]

Bangchan vs Home Depot Manager

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Bangchan x reader

Warnings: none

Imagine: bangchan defends you from your mean home depot boss

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You sigh, just another boring day working at home depot. You were working outside in the garden area, its dirty but you dont mind it. Youre not like the other home depot employees, you actually like being outside. You were getting a plant vase when all of a sudden, someone bumped into you!! The vase dropped, shattering and even pieces of it cutting your cheek. "Ah! Hey!!" You turn around. It was your boss!!

"Stupid YN!" He yelled. "Thats home depot property you just broke!! You lost the company money! I cant believe they hired a woman. Youre too weak to work here!"

You start tearing up. But he just continues yelling "idiot women are too weak and dumb. Now you owe us money!"

All of a suddem you hear another voice behind you. "Hey!" It said.

You turn around, youre hair whipping in the wind. You find a beautiful boy with blue hair along with a bunch of other super cute guys. When youre eyes met, you blushed and he seemed to be struck too. But then he went up to your boss. "She wasnt too weak to hold it, you bumped into her and now youre bullying her for it!"

"Who the freak do you think you are?"

"Im bangchan, and Im not an idiot like you obviosuly. Women arent weak or stupid. You need to apologize. Or else."

Banchan looked so menacing it made you pee your pants a little bit. His dark eyes bored into your boss's skull. The rest of the gang stood by him also menacingly. Still your manager didnt back down. "Or else what?"

Bangchan pushed you behind himself protectively, then with his muscely arms, he wound up and threw up punch right on your managers face!!

The manager started to cry and ran away. Bangchan turned around to you. He saw the cut on your cheek and put his hand there. "Are you okay??"

You blushed furiously with his warm hand on your face, a hand that had fought for you! "Im- im okay. Thank you so much!!" You teared up again.

"I just cant believe he was bullying you like that. Why dont you quit if your boss is so mean?

"I cant- i have to take care of my family."

He nodded , his fluffy blue hair bouncing. "By the way, can you show me where plumbing is?"

"Of c-c-course." You stuttered a little, still flustered from when his hand had gently touched your face. You started walking to plumbing, the group of boys behind you.

"What do you need in plumbing?

"The biggest plunger you have"

One of the boys in the back spoke up. "Bangchan pooped so hard it clogged the whole houses plumbing!!"

Bangchan blushed and smacked the back of his head. "Shut up hyunjin!! Its a lie. The toilet just broke cuz its old."

"Its okay, "you said. "Our toilet is clogged too but i cant afford a plumber." You want to tear up, thinking about all the money your parents waste on drugs and alcohol, but you push back the tears.

You found the plungers, grabbed the biggest one home depot offered, and handed it to him.

Your hands brushed as he grabbed it and you quickly drew your hand away to brush your hair out of your face in embaressment.

"Cute" he whispered under his breath.

"What?"

"Oh heck did i say that out loud?"

All the guys started laughing at him, one of them rolling on the floor. It made you giggle.

"Do you need anything else?"

"No this is it"

You start to turn around when he suddenly reached out and grabbed your arm, "Wait!"

You turn around. "Yes?

"Will you go out with me?"

You gasped, so excited. "Of, of course!!"

"Ill take you on the nicest date ever, and then I can go over and use my new plunger to fix your toilet too."

"But but i cant pay you-"

"Its for free. Cause I like you, YN"

"No ones ever done this for me... can i hug you?"you ask.

He smirked and opened up his arms. You ran to him. Wrapping your arms around him, not caring that your still wearing your home depot apron. You can smell the faint odor of poop on him as you hug, breathing in his air, but you dont mind. "Thank you for being my home depot hero"

"Of course baby" bangchan said.

The End

[the-hellhounds]

The big Easter egg hunt! Woo!

Having gathered the guys around, Haechan thought it would be a great day and given it was also Easter weekend, he asked of them to get bags of plastic eggs and fill them with chocolates with him to hide for Minjun.

"I could be playing league of legend right now and winning," Mark had whined along with some of the others as he held a plastic egg that was in the color yellow. "Maybe even eating some chips."

Glaring over to him, Haechan throws a mini m&m packet to his head. "What you should be doing is shoving candy into plastic eggs before I shove them up your ass." He snaps as he works on fixing the basket he had bought for his son. "This is my boys first egg hunt and I want to see his happy face when he finds all of them. This includes grass rashes and back aches."

Seeing as he was determined to make his only son happy, the others hurry with their duties.

Renjun and Jeno having Minjun inside the house as they bathed him and changed him into a new diaper and clothes.

"See? Taking a bath wasn't all that bad, was it?" Renjun smiles, brushing the small hair on top of the baby's head to style it neatly.

The baby only babbling away as he was entertained with the ducky plushie that Jeno had gotten him.

"How does so much poop come from something so small?" Holding a pair of shoes in hand, Jeno stares amazed and flabbergasted over how they had gotten to cleaning up the small boy. His diaper full and tears streaming down his full cheeks when they got to him.

"Your digestive system does wonders," Renjun answers. "Alright! I think we're done." He smiles once they had gotten the little baby changed and into his shoes. Placing him down on the floor, they help him walk out and to the backyard where everyone had just finished running around to hide eggs.

"Minjunnie!! Baby!" Running over to scoop up his son in his arms, he litters his face in kisses. The baby giggling loudly at his father's affections. Each day filled with happiness and love from his parent. "Are you ready to find some eggs?"

"Some? Make that more than 50 eggs..." Muttering from next to his twin, Kyun elbows Hanbin in the ribs.

"You'll be like that too once you have a kid." Kyun says.

"I doubt it." Walking off to the shade, Hanbin sits in a chair while everyone cheered on the only baby of their pack.

After hours of squating down and kneeling next to Minjun, Haechan slowly regrets buying so many eggs for him to look for. "How many is that?" He calls to his pack.

"I think that's 34 with the pink one he found next to Jaehyun!" Taeyong yells as he and Jaemin kept track.

"Oh, make that 35. He found one by the hose." Jaemin says. "I can't wait to do this with my own child next year." Jaemin smiles, his excitement of becoming a father having grown since he found out his mate was pregnant.

"Yay! He found one of mine!" Ten cheers with a glass of margarita in hand.

Groaning and flopping on the grass, Haechan let's the sun shine on him, sweat having begun to form at his hairline. "The things I do for my offspring..."

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[jellostories]

AJ the Very Whimsical, Ch. 5: Twins 2 Twins

To Rayme, Callie, and Dad

Twist had twin sisters, Pepsy and Pizza, two years younger. These mischievous and fiery-tempered girls were identical, sharing the same gray eyes, flyaway chestnut hair, and cute button noses. The only way their family could tell them apart was through their clothing: Pepsy, the elder twin, wore a bunch of rainbow-colored bracelets and a blue butterfly sweatshirt; while Pizza, the younger, wore a pink sweatshirt with a goldfish on it and had flowers painted on both of her cheeks. Each twin also had a unique quirk: Pepsy had a persistent case of the hiccups, while Pizza carried a pink reindeer puppet named Prancer everywhere for security.

Pepsy and Pizza were inseparable best friends most of the time, playing and wreaking havoc like a pair of tiny gremlins. But when they weren't getting along, their disagreements were the kind that only five-year-olds could understand.

"It's MY crayon!" Pizza yelled, yanking on a blue crayon as Pepsy tried to pull it away.

"Nuh-uh, it's—hic!—MINE!" her twin countered, tugging the crayon back.

After a few more tugs and childish insults, the crayon snapped, and their parents had to intervene.

"Lemme—hic!—at 'er, lemme—hic!—at 'er!" Pepsy yelled, struggling in her mother's arms.

Pizza blew a raspberry at her twin from her father's grasp, making Prancer's teeth gnash like an angry crocodile.

Exasperated, their parents gave them each a separate box of crayons and separated them for the rest of the afternoon. Pizza stayed in the TV room, while Pepsy was sent to their shared bedroom upstairs.

Before their father could usher Pepsy upstairs, she managed to kick her sister in the shin and yank her hand, causing both girls to yelp in pain.

"Humph," Pizza scoffed as she returned to her coloring book in front of the sofa. "Pepsy can be a real meanie sometimes, right, Prancer—Prancer?"

Pizza looked at her right hand and gasped. Prancer, her beloved reindeer puppet, was missing! She fought back tears as she searched everywhere for her favorite toy—between the couch cushions, under the coffee table, in the remote basket—but Prancer was nowhere to be found.

Crushed, Pizza sat down in front of the coffee table, hugged her knees, and began to cry. Where could Prancer be? It wasn't time for her puppet to be washed, and even then, their mother wouldn't suddenly throw her in the washer without warning. Besides, Pizza could have sworn she had Prancer with her when she and Pepsy were—

Pepsy.

A sudden realization hit Pizza like a bolt of lightning, followed by a wave of burning anger.

"Pepsy," she thought, standing up, trembling with rage. "I will destroy you!"

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Meanwhile, upstairs in the storage room...

Pepsy had indeed stolen her sister's puppet and was hiding it in an old Tupperware box when Pizza suddenly burst through the door.

"PEPSY!" she roared. "GIVE ME BACK MY PRANCER!"

Pizza jumped on her twin and wrestled her beloved reindeer away.

"I ought to tell Daddy on you, missy!" Pizza huffed, wagging her finger at Pepsy.

Pepsy just giggled, which infuriated Pizza even more. She spanked her sister as hard as she could.

Both twins squealed in pain, but Pepsy's was louder.

"Pizza, how—hic!—could you!?" she whimpered, rubbing her backside. "You know I have—hic!—Red-Bum-Bumitis!"

Red-Bum-Bumitis was a condition Pepsy had been diagnosed with in preschool. It caused red marks to appear on her bottom, which became painful when touched and required special ointment.

"Hmph!" Pizza folded her arms, pouting. "Serves you right for being a pug-faced poop-eater!"

Now, of all the things you should never call Pepsy, "poop-eater" was in the top three ("I swear, I totally thought it was—hic!—chocolate!"). The insult made Pepsy's blood boil, and steam practically blew out her ears.

Sensing she'd messed up, Pizza slowly backed towards the door, hoping to escape, but Pepsy jumped on her and another fight erupted.

The screaming and punching soon attracted the attention of Mrs. Holloway and Twist, who came to intervene. (Their father, Frank, was busy watering the plants outside.)

"I'm guessing either you girls are having a bad day, or your shoes are too tight," Twist remarked as she held Pizza back.

"We think Daddy got us the wrong size!" the twins wailed in unison, doing a little dance to adjust their shoes.

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After a quick lecture, Mrs. Holloway ordered her daughters to "hug and make up". The mere idea seemed to revolt them.

"Eww, gross!" Pizza gagged, making Prancer shake her head in agreement. "I'd rather kiss a booger-monster than hug a big meanie-pants like her!"

"Yeah, sorry, Mommy," Pepsy said, putting her hands up in surrender. "I don't hug—hic!—mean, little piggies."

The two girls walked away, Pepsy towards their bedroom and Pizza towards the TV room downstairs.

Already used to this, Twist and her mother counted down: "Five, four, three, two, one..."

Right on cue, the twins zipped back to the landing, bawling and hugging each other.

"I-I'm sorry, Pep!" Pizza wailed. "You're not a meanie-pants, you're the bestest twin a girl could ever ask for!"

Between sobs, Pepsy managed to choke out, "You're my—hic!—best friend, Pizza!"

"Awww!" Mrs. Holloway always found it endearing when her younger daughters resolved their conflicts, even if it was a frequent occurrence.

Twist stifled a giggle.

"What's so funny, Bertha?" Mrs. Holloway asked.

"P-Pepsy called Pizza a piggy," Twist answered, struggling to contain her laughter. "B-But you and Dad said they're identical twins, so wouldn't that make them both piggies?"

"WHAAAT?" Pepsy's face flushed, while Pizza's showed a mix of shock and glee.

"We have the same face!?" Pizza exclaimed, turning to her twin with mischievous glee. "We've had the same face this whole time, but you still wouldn't play dress-up with me!?"

As Pizza approached her, Pepsy tried to stammer out a reply, "W-Well, you see, it—I—hic!—um, er—DON'T PRETTY ME!"

She screamed as her twin chased her downstairs.

Twist doubled over with laughter as her mother ran after the twins, yelling at them to stop their squabbling ("We told you, Mommy! Daddy got us the wrong size shoes!”).

[calcifersfireplaceonao3]

Can you do a prompt for domestic cleon fluff, bonus points if they have children

Well, you said kids and uhhh, how about three of them?

Media: Resident Evil

Ship: Claire/Leon

Rating: General; Tags: Children, domestic fluff, background platonic or romantic Valenfield

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“Mom? Why does auntie Jill have a dog we can’t play with?” Claire looks down at her son’s serious face, a scrunched little V in between his faint red-brown eyebrows.

“Well,” she says, leaning back on the counter and wiping her hands on a dishtowel, “she’s a service dog. She’s working right now.”

“Her dog has a job?” The V gets deeper and Claire has to smile at his incredulous tone. Ruffling his hair she laughs, Leon, across from her leaning on the stove chuckles.

“Yeah. She’s got a job. She makes sure Jill feels okay, watches out for her.”

“So not like Grover.” he says slowly, “All Grover does is sleep. And poop.”

“Yup. Just like your sister.” Leon says, dodging the towel Claire snaps his way with a smile before scooping up Scott and laughing with him. 

Scott’s childish voice rings through the hallway as Leon carries him away before Claire can hear him shouting in the backyard. Their oldest, Shirley yells back, sounding like she’s starting up a game of tag. Claire smiles to herself, reaching up to put the last of the morning dishes away.

“I don’t know why you’re doing that.” Leon says behind her fondly, resting his hands on her hips and pulling her back into him. “We’re just going to have to pull them all out again once your brother stops hogging the grill.” 

“Like I’m letting any of my flatware out on that concrete, besides, you let him take over.” Leon kisses along her neck and Claire tilts her head to the side with a quiet sigh. Who’d’ve thought, all those years ago, that they'd end up here? Three kids, a big yard, too idyllic to be real but it is. Chris’ deep laugh sounds from outside and Claire can only guess that it’s from some quiet joke Jill told him, or maybe the kids being goofy. 

“Eugh. ‘Let’ is a strong word, he would have been annoying till I let him, it was strategic.” 

“Ah.” Claire turns in his arms and smiles into the kiss he gives her. “Strategic. Sure, sure. Totally believe that, and not that maybe you didn’t want to be in charge of food? Huh? Mr. I Burn Most Things Kenedy?”

“Hm. I’ll let that one slide.” On the counter the baby monitor squawks to life, “Sorry, gotta go, my baby’s calling.”

“I always knew I was the side piece!” Claire calls and Leon claps his hand to his heart as if shot and stumbles dramatically out the doorway. 

Once outside the afternoon passes in a haze of dreamy happiness. Leon brings the baby downstairs and shoots Claire a faux-annoyed look when immediately Chris scoops up his newest niece. Claire pokes him in the side once and laughs as he jumps, watching with an unconscious smile as Chris sits carefully next to Jill and the two of them make the baby laugh with funny faces.

“Cece, right?” Jill asks.

“Yeah, well, Celia, but we call her Cece.”

“She’s beautiful.”

-

Just as Cece is finally asleep after her last bottle, from down the hall comes a loud wail. In her crib, the sound makes Cece start and her cries join in with an ear piercing harmony. 

“I’ve got him, you good here?” Leon nods, already focused on soothing the startled infant, pulling her into his arms.

Claire cracks the door to her son’s bedroom open wider, adding illumination to the shark night-light and glow in the dark stars scattered across the ceiling, “Hey baby, what’s happening?” 

Behind her she can hear a door open quietly and she turns, nodding to Shirley, “He’s okay, I’ve got him, thanks Love.” Shirley sleepily nods and closes her door again.

Scott is sitting up in his bed, no longer sobbing but hiccuping with tears stains running tracks down his cheeks. When Claire lays down beside him he snuggles into her arms immediately, leaving a snotty-wet smear stain right in the center of her shirt, but she can’t say she minds. “Want to tell me about it?”

“It was-” He hiccups again and she rubs his back soothingly, “Scary, big dogs- and I couldn’t find you!”

“I’m right here, I’ll always be here.” 

His hands are fisted into her shirt, “But what if I can’t find you?” 

“You know how it goes, just like in the grocery store. I’ll find you, no matter what. No matter what.” 

He still looks troubled but lets himself be soothed, the exhaustion of the day settling in again.

“You can sleep with us tonight if you want.”

“Shirley says five is too old to sleep in your bed.”

“Well. I’ll tell you a secret,” Scott leans in with his big serious eyes, dying to know, “Shirley would still get nightmares when she was seven.” 

Scott giggles with her, “Okay.” 

“Okay.” Claire nods, picking him up despite how heavy he’s getting. By the time she’s changed into her pajamas he’s already asleep right in the middle of their bed. Claire scoots him over enough to give herself room and he’s dead to the world, sleeping soundly while she reads and waits for Leon. When Leon finally enters she holds a finger up to her mouth, pointing at their son. Leon only lifts his eyebrows, moving one of Scott’s arms off his pillow as he slides in.

“What are you smiling about?” He asks quietly.

“Just thinking. We’ve been through quite a bit to get here. Reminding myself to be grateful, I guess.” She whispers to him over Scott’s head.

“We’re pretty lucky, for sure.” He reaches for her cheek and she turns her head to kiss his palm. “Really lucky.”

-----

Uh, yeah. Hi. Had no idea how to start with this prompt but ended up having a lot of fun with it? Hope this was something close!

Shirley: 8

Scott: 5

Celia: 5 months

[memehyena]

Things I Have Said To My Pets Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary! Please specify muse for multimuse blogs! 

Small Bonus: I wanted to include “Oh, Nodie, here comes Bodie!” but it’s rather specific so I left it out. I did want to share, however. 

I’ll add content warnings for actual duck guts, but ‘duck guts’ is a direct reference to my husband’s dog tearing all the stuffing out of her duck toy and leaving it on the bed.

CW: Food, Animal Injury, Animal Death, Gore, Injury, Poop

---

“Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady--”

“I know, I know, I know, IknowIknowIknow.”

“Don’t fall! You’re going to fall! I told you you were going to fall!”

“You really shouldn’t sleep there.”

“Yes, yes, I hear you. I said I hear you!”

“What a biiiiiiig stretch/yawn.”

“He’s yelling because you stepped on him.”

“No, no, stop!”

“Don’t eat that!”

“You’re so upside out and inside down right now.”

“It’s okay, baby.”

“C’mere, Baby, you’re okay.”

“The water in the bedroom is the exact same as the water in the kitchen.”

“I know, baby, I know, it’s hot.”

“Look at you go!”

“That is the nastiest duck I’ve ever seen.”

“Duck guts!”

“What’s up, Wabbykins?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s bathroom time, bitches.”

“You want sink water?”

“Nyom nyom nyom.”

“Don’t touch that--”

“Yeah, well, you touch your own poop, so. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Sir.”

“Are you begging?”

“You left me a memento. It was ten pounds of cat hair.”

“Do you want some bread?”

“You can’t have this, this is mine.”

“If I have food it is my food, not your food. I only have your food sometimes.”

“Or you could like, not do what I just told you not to do. That’s an option.”

“It’s splootin’ time!”

“I am covered in babies.”

“I have a baby blanket. A blanket made of babies.”

“Yep, that’s a box. It’s your box, now, my son/daughter/child.”

“You want this bottle? Yeah, you do.”

“It’s time for secret cheese. Shhh, don’t tell your father.”

“Who wants millet? I bet I know who wants millet.”

“Owowowowowowow, that hurts people! It’s me! I’m people!”

“You want a chewie?”

“This thing feels so gross, but I’m glad you love it.”

[ophidahlia]

You might not think werewolves are real, but I'm here to tell you that they're not. BUT I'm also here to tell you that a far worse beast lurks the woods this time of year. In fact, I came face to face with this horrid, unnatural creature just this past Tuesday.

All the birds and other animals in my home went silent so I knew a predator was afoot. A terrible growl and crashing sounds came from my walk-in closet! I peered in and saw a hulking, hairy man-creature with the face of a wolf and long, sharp claws. My closest was a DISASTER. I screamed because I had just organised everything and the vile beast shot up and howled, tearing the nice red bolero style jacket he was trying to struggle to get into. I yelled at him because I just bought that jacket and called him a vile, accursed werewolf!

Then he got a sad look in his malevolent yellow eyes and said "Well, that's a pretty problematic thing to say! I'm not a werewolf, I'm a wear-wolf! I'm cursed to rummage through my victims' wardrobes every full moon and wear all their clothes, getting smelly wolf hair all over them! Sometimes I even pee in the shoes a bit if I'm feeling evil! I'm a monster, don't look me I'm hideous and my outfit isn't color coordinated aaaawwwwOOOOO" and then he hastily snatched a selection of handbags with his claws and crashed through my bedroom window!

I saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes near the treeline before a ghastly voice came from the shadows "Sorry about the window I'm awkward about goodbyes, hope homeowner's insurance covers that but I pooped in your stockings drawer and I'm keeping the handbags aawwoooOOOOO!" and then he was gone.

I haven't slept since that night, but this morning I found a half-eaten pair of Louboutins on my doorstep. I'm dreading the next full moon as I'm going to be bringing my Canada Goose coat out of storage...

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Not Blood But Family

Word Count: 1,922

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (brief), Sam Winchester (mentioned), OC Character, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, some slight fluff

A/N: me: hey i should post at least once a week   also me: hey guys i’m back from a random ass hiatus

A/N 2: enjoy the dog poop

A/N 3: lisa’s daughter btw

Masterlist

You shot your eyes around the darkened room, squinting as you tried to make out any figure, seeing if there was anyone who was being held captive with you. Unfortunately for you, you were all alone. You could barely make out the bruises on your wrists, the rope burns caused by being tied up for days. 

“Hey!” you yelled.

“Hey! I know you can hear me! What the hell do you want from me?!” you screamed as loud as you could, more annoyed than scared.  

Ever since you found both your mother and younger brother dead, you’d given up any emotion you could show, mainly numb inside.  

“Ugh,” you groaned softly, laying your head back against the wall as you leaned against it, closing your eyes for a moment. 

Everyone always warned you, don’t hitchhike, and now you’ve learned your lesson.

---

“Did you just take a picture of me?” you squinted your eyes, sitting chained up to a chair as you saw a bright light flash.

“Freak,” you scoffed.

He ignored your comments, grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling it up as you grunted, clenching your jaw.

 He just chuckled, pushing you back. You could feel the blood trickling from your forehead as you breathed heavily.

“If you’re trying to sell me, no one’s gonna buy me. I’m a pain in the ass,” you struggled against your chains.

You were met with a blank expression from the man, having not said a single word to you. 

“If you’re planning on killing me, at least give me the decency of some good conversation,” you laid back in your chair.

You heard his phone ring as he turned his back to you, picking it up.

“Yes, sir. I have (Y/N) with me. I’ve sent a picture to you to send to Dean Winchester,” you poked your head up, hearing an unfamiliar name before be hung up.

“Who’s Dean Winchester,” you asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough... or not,” he shrugged.

You could feel a slight panic in your chest as you stiffened, seeing him walk towards you while clutching a knife.

“Keep that away from me,” you tried and tried to pull your chains, trying to stay away as he grabbed you, pressing the knife against your shoulder.

“Let's have some fun.”

---

“Hey. Hey!” you groaned as you squinted your eyes, hearing someone calling your name in a distance.

“Wake up, (Y/N), please,” you felt him out a hand on your shoulder, cutting open the ropes tying you down.

“Hmm, who are you?” you winced softly, your body ached from all the miniature cuts all over it.

“I’m… I’m here to help,” Dean said. He debated whether or not to tell who he was, pushing your arm around his shoulder.

“How do you know who I am?” you groaned. You blinked your eyes, fading in and out of consciousness.

“Just stay quiet. Come on,” you breathed heavily as you took a step forward, falling onto him completely.

“(Y/N)?!”

---

“Holy shit!” you groaned, sitting up in the bed as you looked around cautiously.

“(Y/N),” you tensed slightly as Dean wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You felt a sense of relief washing over you, feeling a safety that you haven't felt in a long time as you exhaled softly.

“W-Wait, who are you?” you asked.

He stood up, sitting in front of you at the side of your bed.

“You don't remember me, but I knew your mom, a-and your brother,” your face dropped, frowning as you scooted a little away from him.

“Who are you,” you asked again.

“My name is Dean Winchester,” he said.

You thought back for a minute, trying to think where you heard that name before.

You remembered, hearing the man saying his name.

“That… guy mentioned you,” you started.

“Well, I have some bad blood with his boss and they were trying to use you to get to me,” he explained.

You stayed quiet for a moment, before talking again.

“Why me? I don’t even know you,” you shook your head.

His face dropped slightly, looking at you as you ran your fingers through your hair, slightly nervous.

“My friend is coming, everything will be cleared up, okay?” Dean asked.

You nodded, wrapped your arms around your legs as you exhaled sharply, laying your head on your lap.

You heard the noise of something fluttering, as you frowned, looking up. You jumped back, seeing a man appear in front of you.

You could feel your heart racing as the man reached two fingers on your forehead, his eyes glowing blue.

You felt a sense of warmth over you, feeling warmth in your body as it healed. You gasped softly, seeing visions with Dean inside your head. Everything from the years that past came back to you as you pulled away from Castiel, pushing yourself off the bed.

“Dean,” you remembered.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he took a step forward, walking to you.

You shook your head, stepping backward. He turned his head to the side, slightly in shock.

“You’re Castiel,” you said.

“So then where’s Sam,” you asked softly.

“Sam’s at this place we live at. This bunker,” Dean replied.

You continued to stand there quietly, running your fingers through your hair as you turned your head away from Dean.

“I heard that… Lisa’s gone,” you tensed as your mom’s name fell from his mouth.

“Yeah, so is Ben,” you kept your emotions of both anger and grief hidden.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry-” he started.

“Shut up,” you glared at him.

“(Y/N), I-” he tried to speak again, only for you to cut him off once more.

“I said shut up, Dean. Thanks for the help, I’ll be on my way,” you began heading for the door as Dean stopped you.

“Why are you acting like this?” he asked.

“Like what?” you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you acting so cold? So different?”  he crossed his arms.

“Don’t start with me, Dean,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

Dean motioned to Castiel, telling him to leave as he nodded.

“What happened?” he asked.

“What happened? My family is dead, Dean,” you spat.

“I know, I-I’m sorry-” 

“Saying sorry won't bring them back. It was your choice to leave, you had to know that this was a possibility,” you crossed your arms as you glared at Dean.

“The only reason I left was because I wanted to keep the three of you safe. I couldn't have done that if you guys were with me,” he tried to explain while you kept ignoring his words.

“You don't owe me an explanation. You’re not my dad you don't owe me anything,” you could see the look in his eyes fade away.

“I know I’m not your real dad, but that doesn't mean we're not family,” he started.

“You're just a guy that lived with us for a year, who had a past,” you knew you were hurting him, and hurting yourself while at it. 

You couldn't let your guard down and you knew it. Even if Dean was there for you when you needed someone the most, when you had boy problems, school problems, things somehow your mom didn't understand, he always helped you. With all the late nights you spent crying, trying to convince yourself that you don’t need help, he was always there by your side. 

Not that you would ever admit that. Dean was the only person your mom dated who cared about you and Ben.

“You know that it’s deeper than that, (Y/N). I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I erased your memory of me. I was just trying to keep you safe,” he said.

“Stop apologizing,” you shook your head.

“Will you come back with me?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“W-What?” you were slightly taken aback by his question, not sure why you were so surprised.

“We have a home now. A sort of home, it’s a bunker. But we live there, and there's more than enough room for you to live with us,” he explained.

“Are you… even after everything I just said?” you frowned.

“Yes. You're still 17, you still, technically need a legal guardian. I know that you’re not happy with me, but I’m gonna fix that. Come live with us,” he said.

“What if I say no?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I know you’re not going to. You hate being alone,” he replied.

“I’ve been alone for a year, I can-”

“I’m sorry you had to be alone for so long. Please, come with me,” he begged again.

You could feel your eyes watering slightly as you frowned, biting your lip nervously.

“Dean, please stop,” you wiped your face with your hands, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath.

“Stop what?” he asked, frowning slightly.

“Why do you care about me?” you whispered softly.

“What do you mean?” he crossed his arms, taking a step closer to you.

You looked up at him, your eyes red and watery as his face dropped.

“I’m not… I’m not your kid o-or anything, why do you always try to take care of me?” you closed your eyes, feeling a tear escape down your cheek.

“(Y/N), listen to me,” he put his hand on your cheek, wiping your tear away. 

“I know I’m not blood, kid, but I’m still your dad, you’re still my kid. Nothing’s gonna change that, no matter what. I love you so much, kid. I’m still your family and you’re still mine. I would never leave you, I-I would never hurt you,” he continued to stroke your cheek, while you kept your tears at bay.  

“My real dad didn’t want me,” you whispered.

“That’s cuz he’s an idiot. Come here,” he wrapped his arm around you tightly as you shut your eyes, letting your tears fall freely while you let out a shaky cry, holding onto him tightly.

He kissed your forehead softly, then rested his chin on the top of your head. 

“I got you, you’re safe now,” he said softly.

“You’re okay now.”

---

You shot up in your bed, looking around cautiously as your breathing was labored. You looked around, before remembering that you were at the bunker as you let out a breath of relief. 

Maybe I should tell Dean

No stop bothering him and just try to sleep

Nightmares weren’t uncommon for you, whether it was about Lisa and Ben, or about any event that happened to you in the past year. You were alone, nothing was ever easy, and most people were the absolute worst. 

You found yourself trying to stop your hands from shaking as you rested your head on your lap, hearing the door open as you looked up.

“Dean?” you asked. 

“What are you doing up? I thought you went to sleep hours ago,” he sat down next to you on the bed. 

“Well, I did, it’s just…” your voice drifted off, trying to figure out how to explain your nightmares without Dean having pity on you. He already gave you a home, a place to feel safe.

“Your nightmares?” he asked.

“How did you know?” you frowned.

“Because it’s normal. Come on, I’m staying with you tonight,” he laid down in the bed, wrapping his arm around you in a protective manner. 

You yawned softly, snuggling up into Dean’s side as you closed your eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep. 

“Thank you, Dad.”

Dean smiled softly, kissing your forehead.

“Anything for you, kiddo.”

[69marleyagainimsosad]

omg tanev makes me omg kicking my feet wiggling my toes twirling my hair giggling out of my vagina tears in my eyes clapping my hands buckling my knees losing my mind screaming at the top of my lungs pulling my hair screaming and shouting gasping running squealing creaming my balls off rolling around on the ground batting my eyes popping my pussy flexing my titis nodding my head stuttering rolling my eyes to the back of my head levitating cheering nutting taking a leap of faith singing gospel pacing back and forth doing summersaults cartwheeling pissing and shitting and sometimes cumming pitter pattering sipping my water while doing backflips hopping on one foot looking through a peep hole posting on reddit hopscotching sprinting faster than sonic punching my balls shaking my asschecks yodeling yelling like a goat being murdered sucking on someone’s fingers nipping at their toes dying my hair going on tumblr and reading smut whispering and crying parachuting singing a beautiful song in the most orgasmic voice you’ve ever heard dancing drooling tippy tapting learning how to limbo doing the splits climbing into my lamborghini tesla mix breed petting my chickens flying an airplane to london gelping being annoyed but then twerking buying frozen yogurt making my bed leaping twirling jump roping laughing my balls off shrieking springing like tigger from winnie the pooh while snickering sending selfies to random people on snap pooping my pants popping a tit sprinting in circles running a mile swimming across the ocean slurping dick drawing a smiley face to represent me rn biting my fingernails curing all diseases because im spinning in circles because i’ve never been more joyous than right now shrieking into a pillow smiling so wide it’s scary blocking howie mandel because i have better things to do than look at his friends booty hole swirling into oblivion squirming leap-frogging hogjsofjeifhissgiwgdiwd-ing moaning and yelping holding my hands praying spitting and sneezing ripping my posters off the wall cackling blushing hiding my face getting a bullseye in darts shaking my head (not in a bad way) doing back and front flips while skydiving and landing on a bridge then jumping into a lake creaming my jeans because becafseisuiwhshehe like damn gravy you so vicious you so clean so delicious because oh my fuck doing parkour singing else will rock you whilst stomping my feet so hard they bleed slamming my hands into the table cracking my knuckles playing crack the egg slutting myself out driving off of the grand canyon punching my mama in the throat karate kicking my daddy in the chest wtf squealing like a baby panting like a dog frothing at the mouth jumping into a trash can knitting a blanket climbing onto my roof i wanna crash my car into a telephone pole with no seatbelt on so i fucking die only to come back from the eat so i can slurp pussy and run up the walls and jump off of new york city rooftops until the cops taze me oh my god #krakentanevaugh

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Omg can you write a fic where tom x black!reader actress wins an oscar and then tom proposes?

ALSO HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAYYYYY I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHHH

STOPPPPPPP I LOVE YOU TOOOOO GOD YOURE GONNA MAKE ME CRY SO MUCHHH THANK YOUUU IT MEANS SO MUCH TO MEEEE

T.H| IDK WHAT TO CALL THIS

Summary: your a crybaby...oh my goddd! Lets say coronavirus isnt here..okie dokey

Warnings: boogerz (ewwwww) jk.

“And the nominees for best actress are” Harry styles smiled, taking out the paper and accidentally dropping it, a panicked face while he picked it up making everyone laugh a bit.

He cleared his throat again, fixing his tie before repeating himself “And the nominees for best actress are....Scarlet Johansson for black widow 2”

The camera showed her, and she gently waved with a wide smile on her face. “Margot robbie for suicide squad 2”

She bit her lip in eagerness at the camera, her eyebrows raising as she shifted in her seat.

“Viola davis for, how to get away with murder”

She put on a thoughtful smile, looking at her husband.

“And y/n y/l/n!”

Your mouth went agape and tom squeezed your hand, your brother, his wife, and your shared mother dancing in their seats embarrassing you, hiding and going slump in your seat making everyone laugh.

“Also i just wanted to let everyone know” he lifted his finger “y/n is my celebrity crush, always has been. Sorry tom”

Everyone started to giggle again “its fine!” He yelled back making everyone cackle while you laughed yourself.

The drums started, worry and excitement fillong your viens as tom held your hand tight, your brother putting his hands on your shoulders and saying “youre gonna get this. Youve worked so hard and we are so proud of you” and murmering praises as tom gave you kisses on your temple.

“And the winner is.....” harry said, pulling out the other card very, very, slowly.

Hahaha

You thought is was gonna be easy?

I know your drenched in your own sweat

Is it raining on your face yet?

METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS

METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS

METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS

METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS

METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS

METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS METAMORPHOSIS

Oop

Hahahahahaha

Megatron-

Love ya niki-

“The winner is... y/n”

Oh god.

You and tom stood, he pressed his lips hard against yours “you deserve it, so much” you bit your lip and everyone slightly patted your back, your brother a little to hard but tom told you to get your prize, darling.

And zendaya got up to walk you, viola with a smile on her face as she wrapped her arm around yours, walking you down. “I love you so much, god im so proud of you” she smiled, giving you a hug, her face in your neck and you both rocked side to side.

Harry was a little to excited to see you, taking your hand when you let zendaya go and helping you up the steps muttering a playful call me making you giggle, then he handed you your award “one second!” He said in the mic, taking a tiara and placing it on your head. “There ya go”

Again some giggles, you stood infront of the mic, looking around and taking it all in. “Thank you all, so so much. I-uh never wouldve thought id get this today, to be able to hold this” you raised it a bit. “But i want to thank some people, my mom”

Of course she was crying.

“My brother”

He did a dance, a weird one.

“My acting coach, keanu reeves, and many of you in here, thank you for being who you are to make me who i wanted to be, to be who i am, thank you”

Abd like that it was over, everyone clapping and shouting your welcomes before tom stood, flattening his tuxedo before doing a light jog, now onto full on running “one-one second!” He shouted into the mic when he got there, harsh breathes leaving his lips.

“I have something to say, y/n youve made me so happy in these years that ive been with you, weve made it so far and i cant see myself without you...like at all”

Everyone shared a couple laughs.

“I know weve shared a couple moments, embarrassing ones. Like when i ripped my pants and bird poop landed in my hair so we had to run into the public restroom to rinse it out, then you burned me”

“It was an accident, i couldnt tell which one was hot and cold” you glared at him, everyone laughing again.

“But thats besides the point, what i wanna say is-“ he put the mic down, taking both of your hands and pulling you from infront of the stance, letting everyone see you both as he slowly got on his knees.

Harry grabbed the mic again, squating next to tom and putting the mic to his lips “you forgot mate” he muttered “will you marry me?” Tears fell down your face as you nodded your head, like the idiot he is he forgot to take out the ring but he did, a big shiny one.

Diamond specks everywhere, it was beautiful. Tears strolled down your cheeks as he slided the ring on, then standing up and lifting you from the ground, a salty kiss shared.

Harry stood and walked back to his spot, joining everyone clapping their hands after tom took the mic, still holding you he shouted “IM GETTING MARRIED!”

The crowd roared with claps, everyone standing and men shouting “WOO”, pumping their fists in the air. You both are so happy!!