#yeah i'm really excited about this idea. its been cooking for a while now .

[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Everything starts to get very real once you're able to feel the baby move. It's time to share the news of your second pregnancy with family and friends, but it's hard to feel elated when Bradley starts showing attention to one of his pilots after work hours.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, oral sex, pregnancy topics, mentions abortion, lactation kink, jealousy, drinking

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

If you weren't pregnant and exhausted, Bradley would have been concerned by how quiet you were. You seemed to need a nap as soon as you got home from work, and then you wanted to go to bed right after Rose went down in her crib each evening. When he got home quite late on Friday after working on some transfer paperwork for several hours, he was surprised to find that you seemed a little more upbeat than usual.

"Hey, Roo."

You were wearing a pair of his gym shorts while you made dinner. The house smelled delicious, and his stomach started growling as soon as he walked inside. He picked Rose up from her playmat, taking her into the kitchen as he smothered her in kisses before transferring them to you.

"You feeling okay? How's Nugget Part Deux?"

"We're exhausted. Rose is the only one with energy right now."

He supposed that was better than you telling him you couldn't stop throwing up. So far, baby number two seemed to be giving you less grief when it came to eating. "We can nap all weekend," he promised. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good," you told him with a shrug. "How was your day?"

He glanced out the back door at the enormous jungle gym, eyeing it up as an option for him and Rose to play after dinner. "Just busy. Everyone keeps me on my toes all day long. These pilots are really talented."

You seemed to wrinkle your nose at his words, staring at the food cooking on the stove as you muttered, "I'll bet they are."

Rose seemed keen on the idea of the backyard, so he kissed her soft cheek. "Yeah, I can barely keep up with them in the air, but don't tell them that. I've got my head on a swivel the whole time. Indigo and Rex nearly took me out today, and I had to go into a dive. And starting on Monday, I'm going to give myself some extra office hours to stay on top of my paperwork."

Instead of responding about his day, you started to dish out the food onto two plates with your back turned to him. "After we eat, I need to call my parents before it's too late. They're putting their house on the market next week, and I think I'm just going to tell them I'm pregnant and get it over with. I've put it off long enough."

Bradley's brow creased. "They'll be excited though. Right? I mean, maybe not as excited as me, but still excited."

You shrugged again, and he thought he might lose his mind if you kept doing it. "Aren't you at least a little worried there could be some sort of complications from having them so close together?"

A sardonic laugh almost burst from his lips. "Baby Girl, I worry about you and Rosie and the new baby constantly. Okay? Nonstop. But we can't go back now. You're already almost in the second trimester. Hey," he said, swallowing hard as you finally turned and looked at him. He held Rose just a little tighter as he whispered, "We're married. We're happy, right? You're not actually thinking about ending your pregnancy, are you?"

"No," you replied quickly, shaking your head. Bradley desperately wanted to know if there was some way he could make this easier for you, because he didn't want you to resent what was happening. But you just started crying as you shrugged again. "I just feel like our timing is terrible. And I know I have to start telling people, because I'm already showing a little bit, but I'm just so frustrated, Bradley."

He never dreamed the two of you would go from trying for months to get pregnant with Rose to being frustrated about a second pregnancy, but here you were. "I realize you've got to do most of the work right now, but when I tell you that I want another baby and that I'm excited about this, I mean it."

"I know!" you whispered quickly. "I know." You swiped at your tears before wrapping your arms around him and Rose.

"Is something else bothering you?" he murmured when your cheek came to rest on his bicep. He couldn't imagine what else could be the matter, but he needed to make sure. 

You were silent for a few beats before whispering, "I'm fine. Let's facetime my parents."

For how excited your mom was to move to California, she didn't seem to notice that your eyes looked like you'd been crying. She kept talking about selling their furniture and packing everything up. She mentioned how much she wanted to see Rose in person as she fussed over her on the video call. Just as she was starting to discuss their new house in Coronado that would make them his neighbors, Bradley heard you blurt out, "I'm pregnant."

Your parents both looked stunned on the other end of the call. "You're pregnant," your mom said, eyes drifting back to Rose in Bradley's arms. "Already?"

Now both parents were staring at Bradley as he said, "Yeah... due in April."

"April Fool's Day," you said softly.

Your parents broke out into twin grins. "I'm assuming this was a surprise to the two of you?" your dad asked. When you nodded silently, he added, "A happy surprise at least! Congratulations. You're about to have your hands very full."

"It's a good thing we're moving!" your mom practically shrieked. "Two under two! Two babies! What if you have twins?"

"We're not," Bradley replied. Then he froze. "It's not twins. Right, Sweetheart?" Now he was a little scared as you turned to look at him and laugh.

"There was just one heartbeat, Roo. Just one."

His shoulders sagged in relief. "I mean, the more the merrier, but that would be a lot."

He let Rose nap against his chest while he rubbed circles against your lower back, and soon enough, your parents were ending the call with the promise that they would be in Coronado for Christmas. "We'll either be living there by then or we'll fly out for the holiday if our house here hasn't sold yet."

Everything sounded good to Bradley, and five minutes after the call ended, you fell asleep on him, too.

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When you fell asleep on Cam's shoulder at brunch on Sunday, you figured it was time to tell him and Maria what was going on.

"I'm pregnant. Again."

Maria jumped out of her seat to cram into the opposite of the booth, sandwiching you between her and Cam. "Damn, girl! You've wasted no time!"

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache is working with some high fucking quality goods, huh?" Cam marveled, shaking his head slowly in reverence. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," you whispered, voice harsh and near tears. You had no control over your emotions. This was just like when you were pregnant with Rose, but with less vomiting and more fatigue. Everything made you upset enough that you wanted to cry or angry enough that you wanted to kick down a door. Including your husband.

You answered Cam and Maria's questions as you thought about that woman you'd seen around base with Bradley a few times. They were never alone, always part of a larger group, but you didn't like how she looked at him. And you didn't want to mention it to him, because you knew how ridiculous it was going to sound.

"Hey, I'm really tired," you eventually told your friends. "Do this again in two weeks?" You wanted to go home and nap while Bradley still had Rose out for a walk along the beach. You just wanted to be alone.

"Of course," Maria promised. "I'll text Bob to come pick me up, but you two can go on ahead."

"I'll wait with you," Cam told her, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You made your way out and went home, leaning against the front door in relief when you found the house completely empty. Even Tramp and his yellow leash were gone. You ran to bed, curled up under the covers, and cradled your hand against your belly. It was impossible to tell if you had a baby bump, or if you were still chubby from last time. 

Your thumb ran along the top of your leggings as you started to cry. You needed to pull yourself together. Did you cry this much with Rose? Did everything make you feel like you looked disgusting? Eventually you dozed for about an hour before the sound of the front door closing jolted you awake. Rose started screaming, probably hungry after being out for so long. You rolled out of bed, avoiding your reflection in the mirror at all costs, and went to meet them in the kitchen.

Bradley was trying to bounce Rose to keep her quiet, but you yanked your shirt off and reached for her. "Sorry," he muttered as your daughter latched on to eat as soon as she was touching you. "I tried."

"It's okay." 

You fed one baby while you considered that her younger sibling was growing inside you, and for once, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to laugh or cry. 

While she ate, Bradley looked at his phone and groaned. "Nat wants us to go to the Hard Deck tonight."

The idea of going out and pretending that you were drinking alcohol was too much to handle. Even if you could find someone to watch Rose, it didn't sound like a fun time.

"You go," you told him.

He glanced up and said, "I don't want to go without you."

A smile graced your lips as you told him, "Just go for one drink with your best friend. I'll drop you off and pick you up. You can tell her I'm pregnant if you want to."

"Really?" he asked, perking up like Tramp did when presented with a treat.

"Yeah. I told Maria and Cam earlier. I actually fell asleep on his shoulder in the booth, and when I woke up, they were both gaping at me. I figured I needed to say something."

Bradley snorted. "What did they have to say about Bradshaw Baby number two?"

"Cam is under the impression that you are working with some high quality equipment."

He burst into laughter. "I mean..."

You rolled your eyes as Rose switched to your other side. It was easy to feel better about things when it was just the three of you at home. You looked at your husband as he ate an apple in four bites and convinced yourself he would never do anything to hurt you. Then he drank half a beer and belched while he adjusted his junk, and you thought perhaps nobody else would want to deal with him anyway.

"I'll text Nat back. Then I'll pull the weeds around the playset while I decide what I'm doing about the bar."

You let Rose take a nap, but now that you'd also had one, you felt a little restless. Even after you did a few chores, including looking at items for a second baby nursery online, you wanted to get out of the house again. When Bradley came inside, stripping his sweaty shirt over his head, he said, "One drink. Don't leave me there too long, okay?"

"Is Jake going, too? Maybe I'll see if Cat and Jer are home and want visitors."

"That's a great idea," he replied, taking your hand when he walked past. When he gave you a little tug, you didn't move. "You coming?" he asked, clearly puzzled. 

"Where?"

"What do you mean where?" he scoffed, tugging again. "To take a shower with me while Rose naps. Where else?"

It was hard to think about anything when your husband was on his knees in front of you, steamy water swirling around his tattooed bicep while his hands pinned you to the tile wall. But it was especially hard to focus on anything other than the feel of his mouth on your body. The scrape of his mustache. The pull of his lips. Soft and demanding and needy.

"Roo," you gasped, lungs full of the humid air, sucking in deep breaths as he looked up at you.

"God, Baby Girl," he rasped, thumb teasing your dainty rooster tattoo. "I'm so spoiled. Your tits look so pretty, and your belly will be big again soon."

You let your fingers drag through his wet curls, pushing them back from his forehead while he kissed the spot where you felt so tender as the baby grew.

"Roo!" you gasped, your hands both flying to your belly. "The baby! I can feel the baby moving!"

"Shit, really?"

His eyes were wide, alert with anticipation as you moved his palm to the spot where you could feel squirming. He eased himself closer on his knees, the shower hitting both of you with warm spray while he let you guide him. You felt it again, just another squirm as you pressed his palm harder to your belly.

"Right there," you whispered, and he closed his eyes. Your heart beat in your ears, an undeniably excited rhythm.

"I can't wait to feel it, too," he murmured, his cheek coming to rest against his hand. "You couldn't feel Rose this early."

"No," you agreed, watching your husband fall even more in love with the unborn baby. "Maybe another week or two and they'll be big enough for you to feel it." You played with his hair, letting him stay put until the water started to get cold.

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"I'll pick you up in a little while," you informed Bradley when you pulled into the parking lot at the Hard Deck. "Jake is already here, so I'll take Rose to hang out with Cat and Jer for a bit."

"Sounds good." He kissed you before unbuckling and leaning into the backseat to kiss his daughter. He was still shocked and in a mild daze over the baby moving during the shower. He wanted to feel those kicks against his palm, and now he'd be all over you in the upcoming weeks, looking for his chance. 

"Have fun," you called before pulling away in your Bronco, but going to the bar to hang out without you was not his idea of a great night. He decided he'd just wait and see how the evening progressed before making a decision about telling Nat about the pregnancy. He smiled as he wondered how long it would be until you had to start wearing the maternity tent to work again.

"There you are!" shouted Nat when he walked past the bar, waving to Penny. "We're about to play pairs. You're with Hangman. Rack 'em, Rooster."

Bradley sighed and took the pool cue as she thrust it into his hand. "Can't I get a beer first?"

She turned and shouted, "Hey, Coyote! Get Rooster one!"

Javy saluted him from the bar as Bradley nodded and settled in to start the game. He and Jake wouldn't even have to try too hard to beat Nat and Reuben, but as he got into the groove of things, he realized he was having a pretty good time.

"You want another?" Jake asked him, and soon one beer turned into three. Bradley ended up buying the fourth round for his friends when Mickey arrived. He had enough in his system to not give a shit when Jake started ribbing on him for his new position at work.

"The way your students all jump to attention when they see you has got to be the funniest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life," he drawled, and Bradley nudged his foot, making him miss his shot.

"I'm still in shock that Cat agreed to marry you," Bradley replied before taking a sip of beer.

Jake rolled his eyes. "I'm surprised Angel let you get her pregnant. Shocked the baby didn't come out with a mustache."

Nat was cackling while Bradley snorted. "She's pregnant again." The words slipped out, but they felt too fucking good on his tongue, just like your body had in the shower.

"What?!"

He was instantly surrounded by his friends while Nat wrapped him up in a hug. "Are you serious? Another one so soon?" she asked with a suspicious looking smirk.

"Yeah," he replied, letting her squeeze him until he thought she might displace a rib. "Apparently I'm working with some high quality equipment."

"Ew!" Nat shrieked, letting go of him while Jake shook his hand. 

"Poor Angel," he drawled. "She'll have another little Bradshaw on the loose soon."

"Whiskey shots on me," Reuben said, slapping Bradley hard on the back.

"Thanks, man," he replied while conversation about the baby settled to a normal volume. He drank his shot of whiskey, and that's when he realized he was actually kind of drunk.

The game of pool wore on, but nobody seemed to be keeping track of who won. So he kept going until his phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I'm almost there. Rose fell asleep.

"I have to run," Bradley announced, dropping his cue into Jake's hand. 

"You're so fucking whipped," Jake drawled. "Get out of here and knock your wife up again.... oh, wait."

Bradley gave him and everyone else double middle fingers behind his back as he walked toward the exit. He was tired and warm and buzzed, and he wanted to curl up next to you in bed and kiss the back of your neck. And maybe you'd let him look at your gorgeous tits. Maybe if he was really good, you'd let him taste you. The evening air hit his body, igniting so much need in him.

"Oh, sorry," he grunted, nearly plowing over someone in his rush to get to the parking lot.

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw," came a now familiar voice. Blue eyes flashed up at him along with a smile that kept growing.

Indigo was dressed in street clothes, but he tried not to take notice as he nodded. "I knew you'd find The Hard Deck without my help."

She laughed, bright and clear as he tried to step past her. "Don't tell me you're leaving for the night."

A little pout found her lips, and Bradley nodded. "Yeah. It's getting late for a Sunday."

"Come on," she whined, the back of her hand brushing his as he made his way around her. "Let me buy you one drink."

His mind was still gooey with thoughts of taking you to bed as he shook his head. "Thanks, but I really need to go. Enjoy your night."

Then Nat burst through the door, movements slowing when she met his eyes. "You left your phone on the pool table." She tossed it to him, coordination pretty good for how much she'd had to drink. She started backing up toward the door as she said, "You better go home with your pregnant wife!"

Bradley smiled at his friend, but he could feel Indigo's eyes on him as he stepped off the deck toward the parking lot. And there you were, standing in the first aisle with your back against the red Bronco. Your lips were set in a firm line, and Bradley was about to make it his personal mission to kiss away that expression.

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That younger woman was here with him. You'd seen her around base plenty of times lately, but now she was here. At the Hard Deck. At your favorite bar in your neighborhood. She was with your husband at the bar. They were already standing there together when you drove up and parked.

"Who is that woman?" you snapped at Bradley who was clearly drunk. His hands were all over your waist and hips as soon as he reached you.

"Hey, Sweetheart." His voice was deep and sexy, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into him, but she was still staring you down.

"Who. Is. She?" you hissed, your eyes starting to burn with unshed tears as you stared back. Bradley was kissing your neck now as the woman finally turned and went inside the bar. You already knew who she was. You were sure of it. You'd heard him use her call sign countless times, but you wanted him to say it now. "Bradley!"

"Huh?" he grunted, meeting your eyes.

"Who is that woman you were just with?"

"Natasha?" he asked, and you wanted to scream.

"The other woman, Bradley."

"Oh. That's Indigo."

Your heart sank as soon as he confirmed it for you, but he didn't seem to notice or care that you suddenly felt like your skin was on fire. That woman who was still so fresh out of flight school was already a top pilot, and she was beautiful, and she wanted your husband.

"Baby Girl," he moaned next to your ear. "Let's go home. Maybe we can get in bed and snuggle while I try to feel the baby move? Or you could let me finish what we started in the shower? I'm already so wound up."

You opened the passenger side door for him, slamming it shut as soon as he was inside. You glared at the entrance to the Hard Deck before heading around the Bronco to drive him home.

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[theghostkingisdead]

dpxdc - Neglected Child AU

As one of his first acts as Ghost King, Danny basically created ghost CPS. Mostly they help new spirits come to terms with the fact that they're dead, but situations like Danny's are a lot more common than the Observants had lead him to believe. People who come back from the dead or are exposed to large quantities of unstable ectoplasm often lead sad, short second lives. Either because they are unable to obtain the nutrients their new forms require, or because their communities turn against them in fear. This is a story about Jason Todd.

There was a lot Jazz loved about her job. She loved helping young ghosts find acceptance. She loved matching cases with foster Fraids. She loved meeting new people. She loved the rare excuse to travel dimensions. But some days, Jazz was intimately reminded of why this program was formed in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jazz looked up from her laptop. “Come in!”

Apple – the ghost of a dryad whose tree was chopped down two summers ago – poked her head in.

“Uh, Lady- I mean, Ms. Phan-, no,” Apple took a shuddering breath. Jazz smiled encouragingly. The girl had only been working here for a season, and already she was making excellent progress. “Ms. Jasmine, there’s a city spirit here to see you, uh, on behalf of a uh, potential client.”

“Thank you, Apple, you can send them in.” Jazz said.

Apple flushed green, closing the door with a sigh. Jazz guessed she had about two minutes before the impromptu meeting began. She used the time to sweep some papers off her desk and into a drawer. It had been some time since she’d had a walk-in like this. Jazz had a strict open doors policy when it came to her office, despite the technical fact that her door was often closed; it was just easier to focus that way! She had no idea why most ghosts preferred to submit claims by mail, really it was much better for them to speak with an officer in person.

Thirty years ago, Jazz would’ve had trouble describing the spirit that walked through the doors. Fifty years ago, even looking at it would’ve been painful. But Jasmine Duchess Phantom had been living in the Infinite Realms for almost eighty years now, and liminal senses reached out subconsciously, cataloging scents and colors that her mortal mind would have balked at.

The shape of a steel-colored skeleton peered out at her from a billowing cloud of grey smoke, which curled around its feet and seeped across the floor. Jazz tasted gunmetal and sugar, smelled stale urine and burned bread, felt desperation-fear-hunger-love crash violently against her. Like a cliff to a wave, Jazz stood her ground, letting herself be tested. This spirit was old and afraid; when it spoke, it spoke in a million overlapping voices.

“My apologies for barging in unannounced, Your Grace. I come before you with an issue of great import. One I have reason to believe our King may have a personal interest in.”

Jazz nodded, “My doors are always open, City Spirit. I’m always happy to help. But before I hear your petition, may I know who I am addressing?”

The skeleton did not move that she could see, but Jazz heard windchimes like chittering laughter.

“I am Gotham, Your Grace. My apologies for my rudeness. I have little reason to travel these days and am unaccustomed to necessary introductions.”

Jazz nodded, committing the name and its taste to memory. “No need to apologize, Gotham. Your situation is not unique amongst your kind. Have a seat,” Jazz gestured at the plush couch across from her desk. “What troubles you so, to bring you so far from home?”

There was more windchime tittering, and Jazz wondered if the spirit was laughing or just readjusting itself on a plane she could not see. A nervous tick, perhaps? Maybe she could send Apple for something to make Gotham feel more at ease. Bullet casings or chocolate chip cookies would be equally soothing to this entity, Jazz guessed.

Gotham folded into itself, form blurring slightly before reforming on the couch, leaned forward with elbows on knees. “Many years ago, a mortal man pledged himself to my service. I accepted him as a City Guard, my mortal Champion. This man has many children who have likewise pledged themselves to my protection.”

Jazz smothered the urge to interrupt. She loathed the idea of child Guards; the fact that this City Spirit was here now asking for help meant that this instance had gone just as well as it usually did.

Unaware of her internal judgement, Gotham continued. “The second child died and revived some seven years ago, I…” This time, the rattling sound emanating from Gotham shook the room with the force of a thunderclap. “You have to understand, I don’t claim kids as champions, so technically he was never even under my protection. And when he came back, he ran! I don’t have power outside the city, you know, so even if, well, it’s not like there was anything I could have done differently,”

Jazz was aware that she was frowning. She could only guess what her aura felt like to Gotham, whose smoky aura was rapidly thickening. A bird puffing itself up to look bigger. A cheap trick. If Jazz were in a more compassionate mood, she might have felt embarrassed at such a juvenile display from a spirit decades older than herself.

“You neglected a child, or-” she cut off Gotham before it could protest, “allowed a child to be neglected. For seven years. What changed? Why petition him now and not then?”

Gotham chittered, “Well, you see, he came back to me just over a year ago, retook his pledge and everything. And, well, things were rough, I thought the fraid was just readjusting itself, but, er-”

“Tell me.”

“Well, the problem is I don’t exactly know what the boy is anymore, but he’s more ghostly than not, and his fraid’s fully human. If this infighting between my Guards goes on for any longer, it’ll tear me apart. I figured The King might want to step in, considering this boy might be a halfa, maybe he could help him and the fraid get back to normal.”

Jazz grinned. “Rest assured, Gotham, The Crown will indeed be taking special interest in your case.” Words dripped from her lips, caustic even to her own ears. “Now, why don’t you go outside and give Apple the rest of the details. I have some visits to make.”

[pookietv]

close quarters | arthur frederick

hiii!!! sorry i've been gone so long,,, been sitting on this idea for a while but its just SO fluffy

and you guys deserve a treat cause i have been slacking on uploads so ...... hope u enjoy!!!

locked in had been an experience, to say the least. at first you had been terrified, you were a smaller youtuber, and you were worried how your personality would come across over the fourteen days. of course, you were excited too, to meet people and have a new experience, but two weeks with no outdoor contact, no time of day, no phone? it was a little daunting.

you had been one of the last people to enter the locked in house, pulling up to the car with your small footasylum bag, and opening the door to gasps.

there was a rush to the front door once people had heard it click, and you were first bombarded by introductions from the girls. they were all so sweet, bringing you into the room where everyone had sat, a group of roughly ten people, and you looked around with a kind of taken aback smile as everyone started introducing themselves.

"am i the last one to come in?" you asked to the group, receiving some nods.

"we think so, yeah," anisa said with a smile, and you nodded back in return.

"so i'm guessing people have already had their pick of the beds?" you grinned in a slightly joking manner.

"yeah, you're unfortunately stuck in the bed next to me," one of the boys you had been yet to introduce yourself to said with a half smile, "though, the good news is i don't snore,"

you giggled and nodded, "thank god for that, hm? i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you,"

"i'm arthur, it's nice to meet you too!" he smiled back, "so, are you a youtuber?"

"well, i mean, kind of? i started on instagram, but i do youtube now too! but i was pretty late in the game," you joked slightly awkwardly, "what about you?"

"yeah, i do youtube, kinda commentary videos?" he said, and you nodded back again.

"well, that sounds interesting," you said, "you'll have to tell me about that later," you smiled back at him, and he nodded.

"ah yes, the most boring night story ever - i mansplain my videos to you," he joked, and you giggled back.

within the first couple of days, routine had established throughout the house - in the mornings, you would wake up and shower, before chatting and getting ready with the girls around the makeup table, gossiping about teams, challenges and anything else that could cross your mind before heading downstairs, most likely being met by some abhorrent meal creation from one of the boys that even uni students couldn't cook up.

the days usually filled up, although slowly, and it was surprisingly peaceful to you without a phone - the challenges brought a bit of structure, and the chats with sugarlips and being set secret tasks made the house more lively.

and arthur - the poor boy didn't leave you alone. not that you minded, of course. across the days so far you had been in the house, the playful banter between the two of you had fell into place nicely. as soon as he found out you played chess, it was game over, any spare minute of your day became sitting on the beanbags, listening to arthur chatter on about random facts whilst playing you at chess.

it was endearing, really - listening to his wide range of facts from animals and nature to physics and space, you enjoyed that there was someone in there just as nerdy as you.

but the close, quickly developing friendship between arthur and yourself didn't go unnoticed, neither from the house, or the viewers: with the few comments you would get shown each night often entailing some teasing joke about flirty vibes between the two of you, but you tried your best to ignore it.

it was probably just made up and dramatised for the camera, and you certainly weren't the first, nor the last to have some kind of romanticised relationship in the locked in house, so you tried to keep the silly thoughts to yourself, i mean you still had a week left, right?

when the text alarm went off, and a shout from one of the boys gathered everyone quickly to the front room, all around the screen, you had been chatting to anisa and anastasia, both finishing up and adding final touches to your makeup, before running down the stairs to join everyone.

it was there where you were met with the lit up board, with the words 'this is cuffing season' on the screen and you quirked your eyebrow slightly.

"oh, is this the handcuff challenge thing, like they did last year?" johnny said, and laughter came from around the room, lamenting jokes being made of who people would hate to be stuck with.

"better lock my boy arthur up with you know you footasylum!" steph announced, bringing another round of giggles as you looked over to arthur, the tips of his ears slightly reddened with embarrassment as he gave you a slight smile and an almost-cocky shrug of his shoulders.

'you will all be cuffed to eachother until further notice. there will be challenges throughout the day with chances to win your freedom and the unlock key to your cuffs.' the next text tone came through, and it ended with the final 'report to the store room in these pairs to collect your handcuffs' with a list of who would be stuck with one another.

as your eyes scanned the board, a huff of a laugh came from you as it confirmed that you would indeed be cuffed to arthur, leading a fit of giggles to come from the girls, and left arthur with an even redder face as the boys clapped him on the back teasingly.

watching each pairing go in and return with a pair of metal handcuffs was more than entertaining, watching johnny and jamie argue immediately about tugging on them, and anastasia and anisa struggling with the simple co-ordination of losing a hand didn't fare well as you and arthur entered the store room.

"hello, arthur and y/n," the slight robotic voice, known as sugarlips, relayed through the room, and i grinned at arthur a little as we saw the single pair of handcuffs left on the chair, "please cuff yourselves together until further notice,"

"sugarlips, you sadistic individual, is there any reason in particular it's me and arthur?" you giggled yourself.

"footasylum thought that since you and arthur were always next to eachother anyways, this challenge would be easy for you two," it repeated, and arthur let out a mock groan and put one hand over his face for a moment.

"you need help putting it on?" he asked for a moment, grasping your wrist gently, "i'll put it on your left and i'll put it on my right, i don't mind having the struggle since we're both right handed," he grinned for a moment, clicking the handcuff over your wrist, the cool metal a slight shock before he then in turn clicked it over his own wrist.

the start of the day wasn't too difficult, you sat at the beanbags playing chess as usual, and watched as jamal tried his best to do his workout, steph laying on the floor next to him with only her arm raised, attached to his, in order to give him slight mobility as he struggled with usually simple movements.

"i reckon eating may be a bit of a struggle," you laughed a little to arthur, as he moved his piece with his less dominant hand, "since you've got your right attached to mine,"

"hmm, maybe," he grinned back, shrugging himself slightly, head tilted vaguely down but eyes still looking at you, gently hooded, "well, i could always make you feed me, since i was the gentleman and let you have your good hand." he teased back, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"only in your dreams am i feeding you, mr television," you giggle back, eyes focused on the chess board in prayer that you wouldn't look up and reveal your burning pink cheeks.

after you moved your knight once more - defensively, as you realised the more times you played against arthur, that he was quite an attacking player, he looked up at you again.

"they feel weird, don't they? like, obviously we've never been in handcuffs before, so, it's a weird feeling having your hand restricted, right?" he said, quirking a slight smile.

you grinned a little more at him, eyes crinkled slightly, "how do you know i've never been in handcuffs?" you teased, and he raised his eyebrows a slight bit.

"well, i assumed you'd never been arrested - you've not been arrested, have you?" he said, his face clearly betraying shock and not quite catching on to the joke you had been trying to make.

"ah, sweet innocent arthur, you don't have to be arrested to be in handcuffs," you giggled, looking up at him and keeping the wide provoking smile as you watched arthur's eyes widen in realisation, almost choking on his own saliva.

"j-jesus, well, um," he managed to cough out, face painted with a shy awkwardness as he laughed a little. "didn't expect to be hearing that about you," he joked back.

"well, i'm just full of surprises, hey?" you laughed slightly, before raising an eyebrow at him, "and besides, i'm liking being handcuffed to you," you said, before being interrupted by another text tone, and a shout to go to the challenge room.

safe to say, you and arthur had failed the challenge - a relatively simple one, a red light green light style game race to the end to try and be the first one to grab a key, which would unlock your handcuffs. but with your less than brilliant co-ordination, you wobbled slightly when you were supposed to stay still, eliminating yourself and arthur.

you had apologised profusely, but he shrugged and grinned it off, said it was no big deal. once the challenge was over, and johnny and jamie had been freed, they lamented in being no longer connected to one another, playing football in the small outside area whilst everyone else tried to figure how to pass their time being connected to their partner.

you and arthur ended up sat in the shared bedroom, with two beds pushed together, due to the handcuffs you of course had to follow along, so now you had both ended up sat next to one another, hearing the occasional noise from outside.

"locked in has been... so strange, so far," you murmured out, and arthur grinned a little back at you.

"yeah, i suppose. what makes you say that?" he asked, and your shrugged your shoulders slightly.

"well, a week ago i hadn't even heard of you. now you pester me everyday and i'm handcuffed to you," you giggled slightly.

"hadn't even heard of me? wow, that's harsh," he joked, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"oh come on, as if you had heard of me either," you said back, and he shrugged a little.

"my friends had, when i told them i was doing locked in, and we searched the line up, i did my research on you," he said, voice softer and relaxed, "y'know, found your instagram and youtube and things, i watched a bit."

you looked up at him with slight surprise, "oh yeah? why didn't you mention earlier, then?"

"thought i would come across weird or something?" he said back, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"why would it be weird?" you asked gently, leaning forward out of curiosity.

"well, just cause..." he paused for a moment, letting out a breath he had barely realised he was holding, "i mean, you know, i thought you were attractive, hoped i'd get to know you better in here - thought it would seem strange if i went, 'oh, i actually cyberstalked you and know a lot already,'" he said, his eyes following your face, reading for a reaction as his own cheeks flushed.

you leaned back slightly, letting your gaze rest on. arthur for a moment with a clumsy smile, "you thought i was pretty?" you repeated, and he nodded dumbly.

"well, you're stunning." he murmured out.

you looked down at the bed for a moment, almost awkwardly forgetting about the copious amounts of cameras and microphones that picked up every detail of this exchange.

"well, thank you arthur," you smiled at him shyly, pushing yourself a smidge closer to him, and leaning your head slightly against his shoulder, "that's really sweet."

it went silent after that for a couple moments, but not an uncomfortable silence - a gentle hum of background noise and the steadiness of arthurs breath was all you focused on.

"sorry if my shoulders uncomfortable," he said quietly, and you giggled a slight bit at that.

"it's very comfortable. sorry if my head leaning on you is uncomfortable," you joked back, and you felt his head shake a little.

"no, i like it. it's kind of relaxing, you're warm," he said back, "so, whats your favourite thing to do when you're, you know, not in here, or doing youtube?"

"simple stuff, i guess. i read a lot, but you know that already... i like to paint, i suppose that?" you said softly, shrugging a little at your own answer, "i'm not too interesting."

"you're very interesting, i think. we share space and animal facts, and i always feel like you know more than me, i'd consider that interesting. what do you like to paint?" he asked back.

"mostly landscapes, i guess. i like painting cities, and nature and things, so london's great for that. i do the occasional portrait, but i'm not the best at those," you said, slightly self deprecating in your admission.

"i'm sure you're better than you think you are, honestly," he said reassuringly, "i'd like to see them sometime."

you nodded against his shoulder, your cheek rested against the flesh of his upper arm, knees pulled close to your chest as you sat relaxed against him, "well, maybe one day, if you're lucky enough." you said, teasingly.

"do you think you'd like to see me... outside the house, i mean?" arthur continued, and you watched as his fingers played nervously in his own lap, his thumbs gently running around each other and veins becoming more visible in certain positions up his arms, his hands in his own lap meaning your hand rested on his outer thigh slightly.

"what, you mean like see each other once it's all over? 'm sure the whole house will, i mean everyone's become so close," you said reassuringly.

"i more meant, me and you, like coffee, or drinks or something?" he said, slightly quieter now.

you pulled yourself up from leaning at him for a moment to look at him - the soft brown-ness of his eyes and the gentleness of his slightly parted lips as you smiled, nodding to yourself, and leaned back against him.

"i think i'd really like that, arthur."

he nodded again, almost to himself in a reassuring way. "good, i'd like that too." he said, before pausing for a moment, "...it's weird in here, how close you feel to people quickly, just cause of the no technology, no outside world, no distractions. you feel you know people quicker, i suppose. or at least i think."

you murmur back, "i know exactly what you mean. a week ago i didn't know you, and now i'd hate not knowing you."

another soft silence blanketed, arthur's arm still slightly tensed as you rested on it, not wanting to move even slightly to risk the possibility of moving you along with it, and after five minutes of feeling your body rest slightly more against him with each passed moment and your breathing slowed ever so slightly, he moved his arm a little, trying to see your face.

all he was met with was eyelashes resting gently against your cheeks, lips relaxed and slightly parted, and hair falling against one side of your face.

it was all he could do to gently move himself so you could rest more comfortably against him, an infinitely more difficult task when his dominant hand was still handcuffed to yours, but none the less he allowed you to slightly curl more into his own body, pushing hair gently out of your face and looking down at you, the peaceful stillness of yourself almost making himself calmer.

he couldn't help himself but lift his eyes up to the nearest camera for a moment, remembering that this was most definitely going online for millions to see, and gave the camera a cheeky grin.

[g1rld1ary]

I feel like you’d eat up this idea so much but Camp Counselor James Potter!!

Where its semi frenemies to lovers after James unexpectedly becomes head camp counselor alongside reader, thus forcing them closer as they have to work together. I’d imagine James as a sports/swim instructor who the campers adore and reader as an arts and crafts teacher who James has liked for years since they met at camp (even before they became counselors.)

summer friends - camp counselor!james potter x camp counselor!reader

wc: 2816

cw: swearing, implied fem!r but i don't think any pronouns, alcohol, throwing up (once)

part TWO

first of all thank u so much for the compliment anon i hope i am doing it justice!! i actually love this idea and so there's gonna be more parts because i have so many fun lil camp ideas already HOWEVER we don't rlly have summer camps where I'm from so if u wanna see anything specific (activity/trope etc) please request!!! love u xoxo

It was stinking hot already. The clock in your car was broken so you weren't sure exactly what time it was, but you were sure it was too early to have sweat dripping from your brow. Nine, maybe. Still, nothing could bring down your present mood, not the sweat, not the early morning on a weekend, not even that your Fleetwood Mac CD kept skipping during The Chain. No, you were in the best mood you'd been in in a while and nothing could ruin it.

You were headed back to camp. Your camp. It was your first year as head counselor at the camp you'd grown up in and you were filled to the brim with excitement and drive to make this summer as magical as the ones you had growing up. Pulling into the dirt parking space you sighed contently, glad to be back where you belonged.

It was weird to see the camp almost empty. You'd been a general counselor before so you'd seen the camp without kids, but being one of the first there in the morning was peaceful. You waved cheerfully at one of the cooks who'd been working since you were a kid, laughing as he tried to return the gesture over the boxes he was hustling into the kitchen.

You broke into a jog to catch up with the camp director who you needed to meet with, smiling widely when he greeted you. You made small talk as he led you around the camp, giving directions to some of the staff setting up in between his extended spiel explaining your duties. You really were trying to listen but you couldn't help your eyes darting to each movement in the corner of your vision. The other head counselor should have been here already, and it wasn't like him to be late. Michael was one of the many kids you'd grown up with through summers, and he was just as devoted to camp as you were, so it wasn't surprising he also made head counselor, but it was surprising that he was now late.

"Where's Michael?" You asked when the director took a breath. He turned to look at you, one eyebrow raised slightly.

"Didn't we tell you? Michael had a health scare, he can't work this summer." You could feel your mouth hanging open. The two of you had been talking about this for years, dreaming of becoming the head counselors.

"So who's—"

"Nothing like the fresh air, is there?" Your shoulders tensed just by the timbre of it, you could recognise that voice anywhere.

"Potter," You turned to greet him, ponytail swinging behind you.

"No need for last names, love, I saw your braces phase," James retorts and you huff, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"Yeah, yeah, and I've got pictures of your acne. So you're really my partner this summer?" James didn't bother replying, his cocky grin saying it all. You felt the director's eyes on both of you and refrained from another snip in fear of it undermining your leadership, but still shot James a dead-eyed smile to let him know you weren't done.

You were dismissed to settle in until the other counselors arrived for briefing after a few other business matters (for which both you and James stayed civil and responsible) and all but ran to your car, eager to get the moving in part over with as quick as possible.

After so many years of making camp your home away from home, you'd pretty much nailed the routine of packing and unpacking, and your part of the four-girl cabin was taking shape very nicely if you did say so yourself. You even had time to stick up the photos you'd printed out, which usually took at least a week to happen. You were just wiping the sweat off your face with the hem of your t-shirt when someone cleared their throat. You didn't need to guess who it was.

James was leaning against the doorframe, looking unfairly unperturbed by the heat.

"Sorry your dream boy couldn't be here," He said and you couldn't quite tell if he was joking.

"Michael and I—"

"Relax, I was talking about your real boyfriend, remember?" You paused at his statement, studying your painted fingers intently.

"We broke up," You said quietly, not daring to look at James in fear of him teasing you about it. You consequently missed the flash of curiosity (and maybe relief) that passed across his features.

"Sorry," He said awkwardly, still under the doorframe.

"It's fine. He's a dickhead."

"I could have told you that last summer!" He laughed, then slapped a hand over his mouth as he realised it might have been too far. You managed a small laugh yourself, if only to make him feel better about his misstep.

"Yeah, yeah. Last summer you also thought swallowing gum would fuse your insides together."

"And I stand by that! You should just learn to listen to me," He crowed, eyes sparkling with mischief. You rolled your eyes again, pushing yourself off the bed to reapply your deodorant.

"If I ever start listening to you, take it as a sign I'm losing my marbles," You said, ducking under the arm James had stretched across the doorframe, "Now come on, everyone'll be arriving." You don't stop to see if he's following, marching out of your cabin and toward the dining hall where the counselors would convene. James watched you go for a moment with a soft grin before jogging to catch up and bother you some more.

The dining hall was already buzzing with energy and noise and the campers hadn’t even arrived yet. You smiled as you watched the counselors meet and mingle, some of them being kids you’d grown up with almost your whole life.

“Everything the light touches is our kingdom,” James’ whisper appeared from behind you.

“You are so lame.” You don’t bother looking at him, convinced you knew exactly what face he’d be pulling. “Now make yourself useful and greet everyone.” You might have been a little rude, but it was clear to you that this job wasn’t nearly as important to James as it was to you. Head counselor was something you’d been working towards since you’d started at camp, and you would like to keep the gig through college if James didn’t ruin it for you.

A booming noise silenced the room, and you were surprised to know it came from James. He started off the address for you outlining all the boring housekeeping notices you could recite in your sleep. They were almost exactly the same every year, except for James’ insistence on being the funniest in the room and making jokes after every other statement.

“As you know if you find any contraband in the camper’s belongings report it to the camp director, especially if it’s an illicit substance, as there may be serious discipline. However, if it’s alcohol, slip into into my cabin ‘coz god knows I’ll need a drink after dealing with the kids and this one.” He gestured over to you, receiving a ripple of laughter throughout the room. You grit your teeth, trying not to react and be the bad cop of camp.

“Just so we’re all clear,” You faked a laugh, “None of the campers or counselors will be ingesting or posessing alcohol while at camp. Right guys?” You locked eyes with the camp director, trying to bring him down from the conniption he was on the verge of. It worked, mostly, and you took over from James, shooting him a warning glare as you rushed to finish listing off the timetable for the coming evening and next day as campers arrived.

In his defence though, James wasn’t exactly wrong. Although the camp director could never ever find out for the sake of all your jobs, there was definitely a stash of alcohol that all the counselors contributed to and had access to, though strictly when there was no risk of campers or higher ups finding out. Like tonight. Every year before the campers arrived the counselors held a campfire right out in the forest; far enough away that there was almost no risk of the adult-adults finding them, but close enough that drunk walks back to the cabin weren’t quite impossible.

That brought you to the campfire. You’d been stuck in meetings and doing last minute admin all night and you really needed the break. You could only look at schedules and spreadsheets for so long anyway, add James to the mix and you were going absolutely crazy.

You’d snagged a spot next to Lily, hugging her tight as you reunited.

“I can’t believe you’re stuck with Potter,” She said, taking a sip from some ungodly drink one of the counselors had mixed. You laughed as you pulled away and greeted Remus quickly, taking the can of cider he offered.

“I’m just thanking my lucky stars it wasn’t him three years ago.” You shook your head resolutely, “At least now I’m sure he’s human. I just hate that he’s gonna make me bad cop all summer.” Remus cocked his head in confusion and Lily asked for clarification so you continued.

“You know, James is always the funny one, James is always the chill one. I’m the one who’s gonna have to spoil the fun and enforce the rules.”

“That’s not true though, you might be the one sticking to the rules but you’ve been here just as long. Everyone knows and loves you, and you’ll have just as much fun even if you aren’t quite as go-with-the-flow,” Lily said, a comforting hand resting on your arm.

“Prongs might surprise you,” Remus said, clearly taking a different approach, “I think when it matters he’ll step up to the plate.” You looked at him for a moment, considering his philosophy. You chanced a glance over at James to see him halfway through a game of beer pong — losing badly in fact, and sighed. If he, the head sport and swim counselor, was losing at a game consisting of throwing then he must’ve already been smashed.

He caught your eye at just the wrong (or right) moment and waved you over with such excitement that you excused yourself from the conversation to see what he wanted.

“Sirius needs a teammate,” He said simply, gesturing for you to go over and play. You shook you head furiously.

“So you’re asking the arts and crafts leader? I have zero coordination.”

“Yeah, and? You’re competitive and that’s all that matters. Consider it our head counselor bonding time.” You looked at James for a moment, weighing out the pros and cons in your head. You figured it couldn’t be that bad even if you embarrassed yourself, and you really didn’t want the other counselors to think you had a stick up your arse after getting the position. So, you reciprocated the high five Sirius had offered and got in position.

The game went shit, as could have been assumed. You really didn’t have an ounce of coordination, your throws missing most of the cups. Sirius was better, making your team at least not totally hopeless, but the two of you were no match for the machines that were James and Marlene — though both significantly worsened by their inebriated states. You were providing the trash talk though, which seemed to keep everyone entertained

“Ok new game!” James clapped after you’d downed the last drink, “Sirius, switch with me.”

“What! But I like my partner!” You high-fived Sirius again at his declaration, now sufficiently buzzed from the shitty beer you’d been using.

“Yeah, we’re doing just fine, Potter. Worry about yourself.” It came out a bit louder and more aggressive than you intended, but James didn’t seem to mind — none of you were sober enough to be picking up on the intricacies of human communication. James mimed a stab to his heart dramatically.

“You kill me,” He groaned, leaning on the folding table in despair. You laughed loudly, holding up your hand in the shape of an L to rub it in. After rubbing it in for a moment you conceded, stomping your way to his side of the table, patting Marlene on the shoulder as you swapped places.

“Alright, Potter, let’s get this round over with so I can kick your arse again.” James’ grin was practically blinding as he brightened up, getting ready to play another match. You might’ve been getting a little too competitive, but it was camp and you were drunk, so everyone around the table was matching your energy tenfold.

“Are you actually capable of getting a ball in a cup? You’re genuinely so terrible at this,” James laughed as he said it but you took it personally, shoving him aside.

“Piss off, dickhead. Just because you’re a big shot athlete or whatever.” You must have finally struck a nerve in James as he was quiet for the rest of the game, still much more skilled than you but his energy significantly dampened. Even when you won, he only offered you a weak smile and a pathetic high five. You felt bad for a moment and opened your mouth to apologise, but your inebriated brain was distracted by music playing, running over to Lily to ask her to dance.

You were at the stage of being drunk where everything was perfect. The day’s heat had mellowed out into a dreamy summer night, a soft breeze rustling the leaves above you all as you danced and drank, reuniting after a long year apart.

You might’ve overdone it slightly though, which found you a little ways away from the rest of the party, emptying your stomach into a bush where hopefully none of the campers would stumble across it. Looking past your unfortunate accident you caught a glimpse of a dark shape on the bank of the river. Narrowing your eyes you tried to make out who it was, but settled on getting closer instead. You hesitated when you made it out to be James.

“Hey, Potter. You alright?” You called awkwardly, a little unwilling to get too close.

“Hm?” He looked back at you, voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Yeah, fine.” You sighed. He was clearly upset about something and you couldn’t just end the conversation there, no matter how much you didn’t want to have a DnM with James Potter on night one of camp.

Reluctantly you got closer, taking a seat next to him. You watched the lake for a few minutes, black except for the silver from the moon. It was peaceful when there weren’t so many people around, it was one of your favourite things about camp, just being outside and disconnected from the rest of your life.

James broke the silence first.

“Do you… Are you mad that I’m co-head counselor?” You chanced a glance at him, surprised at the vulnerability in his voice. James wasn’t usually one to get sappy or personal like that, especially not with you.

“No?” You replied, “It wasn’t what I imagined, obviously, but it’s not like I hate you. You’re just mildly infuriating like 80% of the time.” James snorted, and you got the feeling he’d intended to wallow a bit longer. But James was James and he couldn’t stay moody for too long, it wasn’t in his nature.

“I can work with that.” He smiled his blinding grin, and you could have sworn you could see it reflecting off the water.

“We have to be a team though,” You affirmed; now was as good a time as any for you to address it. “I know that your whole bright and lively class clown thing is effortless for you, but I don’t wanna be the bad cop all the time, okay?” James was deep in thought for a second, then a cheeky grin crept onto his features.

“You think I’m bright and lively?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, but you weren’t sure you weren’t returning his smile. “Come on, let’s get to bed. Neither of us can afford to be hungover when the kids get here.”

You and James wandered back towards the cabins, both hazy and giggly from the lasting drunkenness and the (at least temporary) smoothing over of your tenuous relationship.

PART TWO

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.53 New digs

Sophia gently grasped my hand and led me into my new residence: our home. As I looked around, I couldn't help but smile as I recalled my earlier thoughts about her during dinner: simple and elegant. The naked walls and bare essentials confirmed the theme yet again. Was there room for me in this tiny house? I didn't have much, but how could I live here without disrupting the flow? That was a thought for some other time because she stole my attention as she emerged from the bedroom, dressed for bed, beckoning for me to join her in the dimly lit room. I followed cautiously, minding my desires and not wanting to presume anything. She slipped under the covers, so I spun into my PJs and nestled beside her.

"Hold me," she whispered softly.

I obeyed and refused to let go. How symbolic. The first time we hung out, I refused to hug her because I knew if I ever got her in my arms, I'd never let go. And now, there I was, laying there with her in my arms, promising I'd never let her go again. At that moment, I had everything I needed and fell asleep content and satisfied, experiencing the most restful sleep in a while.

In the morning, I woke up, and she was gone. I got a chuckle out of thinking about how she escaped the vice grip I had her in while managing not to wake me. That took talent. I checked my messages, hoping to find one from her but not intentionally looking for one. I knew she went to work, but I just loved hearing from her. Sure enough, a message had arrived two hours prior stating she had left for work, would return around 3:00, and that I should make myself at home. Not that I expected anything different, but I loved how eager she was to make me feel welcome. I replied saying I'd go home to get some stuff but would be back before she got home.

With that out of the way, I surveyed my new home to gauge its vibe and figure out how we can merge our lives in this cramped space. Despite being the most decorated room, the bedroom still fell in line with the minimalist theme. At least it had curtains. The patio door left us exposed, but the massive boulders behind the house shielded us against potential peepers. Anyone who was desperate enough to climb up there to see us deserved a show.

She didn't have many clothes, so I could put a few items on the racks. The empty nightstand was a perfect place for toiletries and small personal items. She used the second room as her office. Despite its limited space, it had the best potential to not only put some of my things but to create a space that was ours.

I'd already seen the living/dining/kitchen space, but now I could get a good look at it. The kitchen was perfect. Almost too perfect, as if it never got used. I guess she was right about not cooking much. The idea of cooking for her regularly excited me. I wanted to take care of her without disrupting her autonomy, and that was the perfect way to do it.

After my self-guided tour, I took a shower and was glad to see her bathroom was nicer than the ones at Dad's house. Once I was ready, I headed to San Sequoia to break this crazy news to him. He was watching TV and smirking at me when I walked through the door.

"Another night of fun?" he joked.

"Yes, but not how you think."

"Ohhh. Well, that sounds promising."

"Uhhh...yeah, maybe..."

His eyes were laser locked on me, blinking rapidly and waiting for clarification.

"Okay, so... This is gonna sound really crazy, and you might be disappointed, but here goes... I kinda agreed to move in with Sophia."

"Dad? What do you think?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Honestly? I don't really know. But what I do know is I've been too afraid to take risks. I feel like I can't grow as a man being afraid of what might happen. Plus, I really really like her."

Dad grinned from ear to ear.

"I think you more than like her. I'm so proud of you. That's a very big thing you've realized about yourself. It takes maturity to get there. You've always been thoughtful and have good judgement, so if this is something you feel you need to do, I support it. I'm happy for you."

That went waaaaaay better than I imagined. Dad wasn't someone who got upset much, but I imagined him being triggered by his own experience and being dead-set against it.

"So...I guess you're here to get your things, then?" he asked.

"Just the essentials. Her house is super tiny. Like...Copperdale tiny."

"Oh. Yikes. You gonna be alright with that?"

I shrugged.

"I guess we'll see."

"Alright. Well, don't let me keep you."

"Hey, Dad? Thank you...for everything. I don't think I could have made it here without your guidance."

He nodded.

"That's the job, son."

"I know, but... I don't know. You've been, like, really cool about it. You make sharing things really easy. I've enjoyed being here with you. I mean...I knew I needed you when I decided to move in with you, but I didn't know how much. And I... Well, forget it. I don't really know what I'm trying to say, heh."

"Come here," he said and stood. "I love you. You're always welcome here. You and Sophia."

"Thanks, Dad... Oh, and if you tell Mama about any of this, The Book of Luca will be closed. I know you two still talk about me."

He laughed.

"My lips are sealed."

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 10 - Dress-Up

Chapter summary: Dook visits Billy Bob and Looney Bird to make his outfit for the band. Billy Bob orders a pizza. Looney Bird gives Dook some advice. A/N:

the space between chapters remains long, but I assure you: I have been cooking chapter 11 is actually also already done! so expect that to be uploaded within a day or two as well. things are about to get very interesting... buckle up!

Chapter word count: 1,177 <- Chapter 9 - Chapter 11 -> Read it on AO3!

"Dook!" Billy Bob exclaims as he opens the door. "I'm so glad you're here! Come in, come in!"

Dook shuffles through the doorway of Billy Bob and Looney Bird's house. It's been some time now since Looney Bird offered to help Dook make his costume for the band, but it took Dook until now to actually really accept. He'd told Beach Bear he was going to pick it up today, which shouldn't take too long. As long as he's in and out, Beach Bear won't suspect a thing.

"Make yourself comfortable," Billy Bob says. The house is incredibly lived-in. The decor is like if Billy Bob and Looney Bird's personal styles had an epic battle, with the remains of those fallen scattered around the house. Some of the furniture looks like they just found it in the street and brought it home. None of it is broken, it all just... clashes. Dook sits down on the couch. It's incredibly plush.

"Dook!" A rush of footsteps from down the hallway, and Looney Bird appears in the living room, arms full of fabric and sewing materials. "I've got so many ideas for you! Look–" He dumps everything onto the table in front of them. Among the pile are several pages of crude sketches of outfit designs.

"You're all about space, right?" Looney Bird says.

"Sure am," Dook replies.

"I'm gonna make you into a space man," Looney Bird says, determined.

Dook laughs. "Sure, just–"

"Looney Bird!" Billy Bob calls from the next room over. "Would you come help me with this?"

"Sure thing, Billy Bob!" Looney happily calls back. "Be right back, Dook."

Dook follows Looney Bird into the next room, where Billy Bob is stirring an almost comically large pot over a stove.

"You're making dinner?" Dook says incredulously.

"Yeah!" Billy Bob replies. "You wouldn't be our guest now if we didn't treat ya with some southern hospitality!"

"I mean, that's real nice and all, but I–"

"Looney Bird, come help me with this," Billy says. Dook sighs. He doesn't have time for dinner.

Looney Bird approaches the pot and starts helping Billy Bob lift it and move it toward the table.

"Guys, I really appreciate the thought," Dook starts, "but I ain't exactly got the time f..." Dook's eyes drift toward the table they're moving the pot towards. It's a folding table– and one of the legs is unstable.

"Guys, wait! Don't–!"

The pot lands on the table, and it loses its balance. In the blink of an eye, it falls, spilling stew everywhere. Looney Bird falls too, shrieking as the stew spills onto him.

"Looney!" Billy Bob exclaims, helping him stand up. "Are you alright?"

"Y- yeah," he says, brushing stew off of him. "But my feathers are all stained...! And wet! I can't touch any of the furniture like this!"

"We'll get you cleaned up, don't worry," Billy Bob says. "Dook, could you take Looney Bird to the bathroom? I've got my work cut out for me here."

"Uh... Sure," Dook concedes.

"I'm real sorry," Looney Bird says from the bathtub. "We just wanted to–"

"Show me some 'southern hospitality,' I know," Dook says.

"Yeah," Looney Bird says. "Billy Bob's trying, y'know? We don't get guests too often. I think he's just excited."

Dook says nothing for a while, staring at himself in the sink mirror. "I just wanna get this costume made," he says.

"Sure," Looney says. "And we will, once I'm clean! Which..." Dook hears the faucet turn off. "...Is now!" Looney Bird steps out of the shower, shaking himself dry.

Dook smiles. "Okay, you ready?"

"Sure am," Looney Bird says. The two leave the bathroom together.

Waiting for them in the living room is Billy Bob, who's set out several pizza boxes... which he's made space for by pushing aside everything they'd set up for sewing.

"Hi guys!" He says cheerfully. "I thought since the stew didn't work out, I'd just order us pizza!"

Something twinges in Dook. "I... I don't want pizza," he says.

"Oh! Sure, do you wanna order something else for yourself?" Billy Bob says. He rifles through a drawer next to him and approaches with several takeout menus. "We've got a lot nearby! There's Mexican, Chinese, Thai, burgers, we can–"

"No!" Dook snaps. "I don't want food at all! I didn't come here for southern hospitality, I just wanna get my costume made and go! I can't be wasting time like this!"

"...Dook, I–" Billy Bob starts. Dook turns and re-enters the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

He presses his back to the door and sighs, sliding down to the floor. He's being a jerk. He'll apologize, he just... needs a minute to cool off first. Who's wasting time now?

After a minute of sitting there, Dook hears a gentle knock at the door. "Hey, Dook?" It's Looney Bird.

"Yeah," Dook replies.

"Do you, like... wanna talk about it?" He asks.

"...I guess," Dook says. "I just– I guess I'm stressed. I'm tryin' to cover my tracks with this whole situation. I don't want Beach Bear to know I lied. And I guess that's makin' me all uptight."

Looney Bird is quiet for a moment. Then, "You haven't told him?" He asks.

"No," Dook responds. "Why would I?"

"I told Billy Bob."

"Wh-?" Dook turns to face the door. "What do you mean, you told Billy Bob!"

"I mean I told him!" Looney Bird says.

"But what happened to 'we were never here?'"

"I dunno! I didn't think you were being that serious. And I only told Billy Bob, okay? No one else knows."

Dook sighs. "Okay."

"What I'm tryin' to get at is," Looney continues, "when I told him, he was a little mad at me, sure. But we talked about it and we moved on. And he's not mad at me anymore. And I just think... if you told Beach Bear, he might get mad, sure. But he'll be a lot more upset if he finds out what you did and you kept it from him."

Dook stares at the back of the door. He hadn't considered the consequences of not telling him. That if Beach Bear somehow found out about this from someone other than Dook, his trust in him might be broken for good. The thought upsets him more than he'd like to admit.

"...You're right," he says. "I guess I should... I guess I should tell him, then."

"Yeah," Looney Bird says encouragingly. "I think he'll be cool with it anyway. It's Beach Bear! He's cool about everything."

Dook laughs. "Yeah, he is."

"...Do you wanna come out and have some pizza?" Looney asks.

"Yeah," Dook replies. He stands, finally opening the door.

As he returns to the living room, Dook promises to himself two things: that he'll take the rest of this visit in stride, and simply enjoy this time with his friends– and to tell Beach Bear the truth once he gets home. He's kept this all from him for long enough.

He just hopes he hasn't waited too long.

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WEH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THE REDESIGN IGNDJFBSJBFJDJF fun fact it started when i made him in a picrew way back and i got the idea to just go ham with his design XDD i dont know why it just happened

AND SINCE YOU DONT MIND MY PROJECTING I CAN SHARE SOME OTHER HEADCANONS I HAVE ABOIT HIM !! >:D

He's autistic as hell and possibly has adhd too, like you cant tell me this bastard is neurotypical

Hypermobility <3<3<3 he constantly puts himself in the weirdest positions and claims its comfortable. The downside is joint pain 💔

He actually doesn't take care of himself very well. Its better now that he's with Nanami but he used to be an absolute mess mentally and physically

Talks A LOT to whoever will listen, but he tends to stutter when hes excited or stressed. ALSO VOCAL STIMS. Hes pretty much never quiet even when not talking, constantly making random noises and humming to himself esp when hes bored

LOVES doing little crafts, those beaded bracelets he wears? He makes those himself, and actually had tons of them, but they often fall off or break in battle (these things never hold on that long i know from experience) so he constantly makes new ones. Also he def makes them for his friends too. Nanami has one he always wears but its usually hidden in his sleeve so Gojo doesnt mock him about it

ALSO LIKE YOU SAID WITH SEWING!! Ive actually been meaning to get into it myself and thats literally perfect for him... he def has an evergrowing army of little plushies he made himself <3

And adding to what you said about him making bread for Nanami, he overall likes baking and cooking. I saw other ppl saying Nanami is good at cooking too, so i feel like while he stays with more savory things, Haruta def specializes in sweets.

Sensory issues galore! Hes very sensitive to certain sounds and despises loud noises, so he often carries around headphones to shut himself off if needed

Okay this one is super self-indulgent but. Despite his luck and overconfidence he is Very prone to stress, which leads into stress eating, which leads into him being a bit on the chubby side..

LASTLY BC DAMNIT THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG. He is huge on PDA. Constantly holding Nanami's hand and hugging him and stealing kisses here and there. Nanami found this annoying at first, but now he just accepts it -w- oh and overall Haru is super clingy in private too like its impossible for Nanami to pull him off sometimes hes like a tick <//3

Okay thats it im going now bye sorry theres so much TwT

YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS LMAOOOO

Wait can I respond with how Nanami interacts with your hc with Haruta??? Cs I have some ideas, well some doesn't relate to Nanami but SHSUSUSHSHHS

During a bad sensor day Nanami leaves him alone cs sometimes the presence of other people nerved him and can make it worse (im projecting but shuhshhhhhhhh)

Haruta definitely does some yoga after noticing his joint pains getting worse, and he's really into it because it slows his mind down and once he got good at the more complex positions he starts doing it randomly to relax himself

Their condo has like boxes of craft supply, like beads, fabrics and patches, embroidery supplies, and the end products as well just displayed on every surface possible. Some students that visit ended up wanting some of them and Haruta just gives them away.

His sewing venture is disastrous at first, but after a few lessons he got the basics down and starts making progress. The first good (in his standards) thing he made is a tie [Im actually projecting abt sewing cs im do sew but SHUSHSHSHSH]

Nanami "I'm-only-tolerating-your-touches" Kento when Haruta goes away on a prolonged mission :

MINE'S ALSO LONG LMAO BUT YEAH SOME OF MY THOUGHTS ABT ALL THIS LSJSHDJSJFHHSJAJ

[cryptozoolliegy]

Hi! It’s Minie (@serendipminiewrites) asking from my main blog to say you seem super cool??? Your blog aesthetic is so rad and I’ve seen you interacting with a few of my mutuals. Tell me about your wip(s) please!!! I’m so interested~

OMG HI!!

YESSSSSS I WILL GLADLY TELL YOU ABOUT MY WIPS!!!

Soooooo I have like 300 going but I'll tell you about my two mains and the two side WIPs that I focus on the most!!

I'LL START WITH THE LESSER TWO

Arthurquest- Arthur is a man who let himself get enveloped by the thought that he will never be recognized as the amazing artist he is. So what does he do to cope? Well.... Not all publicity has to be good, and madness-causing eldritch horrors just waiting to be drawn are everywhere...

It's set in a medieval-fantasy world! This is my second-newest WIP, but by far my least developed. I'm really excited for when I get the motivation to develop it more :D

SECOND!!

CARLYLORE!!! This one is about a humanoid cat thing uncovering her past while simultaneously running a ring of serial burglars. This one has been in development for around a year! The lore started cooking when I was 12, if you can believe it.

Idrk what else to say if I wanna keep it brief :') just know I love it very much and the lore is complex

AND NOW FOR THE MAIN ONES!!

Dark Academia Mermaids / Steampunk Mermaids- Ok so in the future, some rich people are still doing dumb, unethical shit right

There's a zoo in the far future. It orbits mars, and one of its main attractions is a large pod of mermaid-like creatures that are a result of a genetic experiment that started hundreds of years prior to when the story takes place and is still, in fact, ongoing at the point that the story takes place! The pod is set up like a small town, and it has a lot of artists and makers of gadgets and machines. And not a single member has any idea about what's actually happening.

The story revolves around 3 of the members of the pod, an aunt who realized something was up (and spent 23 years uncovering everything) and her two nephews, neither of which know anything except that they wanna learn how to build stuff like their aunt does! (Actually, one of her nephews just wants to sort stuff into boxes all day every day but yk yk)- this is my newest WIP! I've already developed a lot for it and I'm super excited about it haha-

and NOWWWW

AXERIM!!!!

Axerim is my favorite right now! It's about two lovers who go through a super long and EXTREMELY TRAUMATIC event together, then get wrenched apart by the people who caused the trauma. The story after that point (because it actually starts slightly before the event even happens) is about them getting revenge on the people who caused the event and finding each other again. I'M ACTUALLY ACTIVELY WRITING SOMETHING FOR THIS RN! Kirix (one of the MCs) is doin something..... Really wacky, I'll say that much <3

Also it's a medieval fantasy!

Also the MCs are both members of a species heavily demonized by the traumatizers BUT HEAVILY LOVED BY ME (HECK YEAH DRAGON KIDDOESSSSSSSS LOVE EM LOVE EM SO MUCH)

Annnnnnnnnnd that's it!!

Thanks for asking me about this! Now to look through your blog because I've also seen you around and now I'm more curious than ever >:)

Also the compliments in the initial ask had me SQUEALING THANK YOU

[blkkizzat]

I'm writing a sci-fi novel. I find I'm bad at writing romance, so the fan fiction is giving me practice. I do want a love story in there, but I'm not sure who I want it to be. Cause like one option is like to compare to JJK... a Todo type, I suppose. Follows rules mostly, very warrior type very brutal to his enemies. The other feels very Yuji, excitable want to make friends and learn cool stuff, not the strongest to start but learns very quickly. I know I could always have her end up with one of her subordinates who gives if Gojo and Geto were one person. Decisions are very hard, and writing is a cursed thing to be blessed at because it's all you think about or want to do. Also I have fully accepted that I am mildly a monster fucker on occasion, which is why true form sukuna is a bit of a turn on for me- outside of the cannibalism (when I said I wanted to be eaten that wasn't what I meant.) So alien sex and the creative ways in which it might happen are a fun outlet to explore for me. I read a couple of books where the two love interests weren't physically compatible like in one of them, he was a giant and physically far too big to fit inside. In another, they just were nowhere near compatible he didn't even really have a penis but they found other ways to please each other. I just think there's a lot of options and I find the more I rant to you about sexual situations and how one might find their way into them the better my romance scenes develop.

That being said. I been thinking...jujutsu tech Teacher! Geto inviting his pretty little wife to lunch during a work day. He won't let her work. He absolutely forbids it. He claims it's cause her Japanese isn't very good, it's because he refuses to entertain the idea of you falling in love with some bs mundane coworker and leaving him cause his life is complicated. So you pack him a lunch, like a good wife, you've even been practicing your Japanese cooking. All during lunch, he has you in his private office (that he demanded when he became a teacher- Gojo isn't the only one that gets nice things) on your knees while he eats the delicious meal you made. He just keeps complimenting your food. And the more he compliments the more enthusiasm you seem to gain.

This has been a rant by -🧠

ayeee 🧠 pookies!oooh sci-fi! that sounds so cool! yeah fanfiction is def good practice! Your characters sound really fun too!

omg i know though, sometimes all i wanna do is write instead of even going out and do fun thingsjhdjdhsjkdh. friends: wanna go out? me: sure. (hell no bitch i wanna stay and finish this fic!!) lmfaooo. but i find taking breaks helps so i make myself so i dont get too overwhelmed lol. im glad talking it out helps! i loveeeee your rants so please feel free anytime its also fueling me as well!

but yaaaaas monster fuckers unite!!! alien sex sounds so hawt!!(especially if there are tentacles fhrdfkjhwfkjw)

"Japanese isn't very good, it's because he refuses to entertain the idea of you falling in love with some bs mundane coworker and leaving him cause his life is complicated."

OMFG YESSS i love jealous geto this is so canon!!!! and omejfaklfhjsdkfjhdfjh imma bring this man his lunch EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. now!!! he might even make US his lunch too sometimes 💕🤭

ur rants always eaaaaaaat!

[walesfootball]

Nobody Else - Guro Reiten x Reader

It's been a while. Sorry. I've got a new job and been studying a lot so haven't had time to write, but I'm getting used to juggling everything so should be okay now. Thank you for your patience! I'll hopefully get to everyone's requests soon, but I thought I'd get something I wanted to write out in the world first. Hope you enjoy!

You were awful at coming up with dates. That was always Guro’s forte. She always knew the best places to eat, and the best activities to do, and was the best planner. You, on the other hand, liked to leave her to it. Guro loved coming up with dates for the both of you, and you were happy going along with her for anything and everything. That was until your two-year anniversary. The perfect idea came to mind of you actually organising a date. It was hard because you hadn’t needed to plan a date for those two years. It would be special if you did something. It would be unexpected and you knew that Guro would love it.

You quickly realised how hard it was to come up with a perfect date. How did Guro make it look so easy?

Fancy restaurant? The anniversary was on a Saturday and waiting until the last minute to plan something might not have been the best idea. So you had to scrap that idea. You didn’t know anyone who owned a restaurant like in films, so it was a no-go.

Maybe an activity like bowling or the cinema? As much as Guro would love that, maybe you should step it up a little as it’s the second anniversary.

You stayed lying on the floor of your and Guro’s flat. You were out of ideas already. The ceiling looked like a more interesting body of work than what you had going on in your mind. You were in such deep thought you hadn’t realised Guro had made her way into the flat from training and was staring at you from the other side of the living room. She assumed you had fallen asleep after a training session of your own that morning.

She moved closer to see your eyes open and your hands resting behind your head. Her eyebrows ruffled up as she placed her bag down next to you.

“Are you okay?” Guro smiled as your body startled up from its position.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me!” You held on to your heart dramatically as you sat up to have a good look at her, a smirk now on your face.

“Sorry. But seriously, are you okay?” Guro laughed this time.

“Yeah. I was just in my own world.” You laughed back as she joined you on the floor. Guro brought down the blanket placed on the sofa and wrapped it around the both of you. You pulled her closer to you, as Guro leaned in as much as she could into your warmth. These are the moments you cherished the most. Just you and Guro alone. And it was then that you decided that a date at home was perfect.

“You know for Saturday? You haven’t planned anything have you?” You wanted to check to make sure, in case Guro inevitably made plans.

“Um… no, not yet.” Her hand placed over your heart as half her body laid across yours. Guro’s face had tucked itself into your neck.

Before she could offer to plan something you jumped in, “Okay good because I thought I could do something for us.”

Guro’s head lifted up in surprise to see if you were serious, “Really?”

You chuckled at this, “Yeah. You always do it so it’s the least I could do.”

“Okay… I’m excited now.”

The both of you stayed on the floor for a while, talking about training at Chelsea and Arsenal respectively.

Saturday arrived and you were both up early ready for your games. Arsenal had an early kick-off against Reading, while Chelsea was at home to Aston Villa at 3. You knew you had time to prepare everything you needed for the date. You were excited, which didn’t go unnoticed by your team.

“You look happy. Excited to play Reading or something?” Caitlin teased you.

“It’s mine and Guro’s two-year anniversary.” You smiled up at Caitlin which she returned.

“What are you two doing for it?”

“I was going to cook her some dinner.” You hadn’t stopped smiling ever since you’d woken up with Guro buried in your side. Her soft snores were the only sound in the room. Your alarm had gone off which you quickly turned off, not wanting to disturb her sleep. She moved impossibly closer to your body and took a deep breath. It was impossible for you to leave that bed without feeling bad. The furrow in her eyebrows and the frown on her lips as you left the warm bed was enough to make you feel awful.

Lia walked over to you and Caitlin, overhearing the conversation, “Are you doing anything else?”

“Um… maybe watch a film. I was going to put the fire on outside on the balcony so we could roast some marshmallows. And watch the sun go down.” You shrugged towards Lia.

“That’s so cute.” Caitlin had sat down next to you as everyone was getting changed into their kits for the game. She bumped her shoulder gently against yours.

“Have you thought about maybe proposing to her?” Lia raised her eyebrows with a grin.

“I mean…” you stumbled over your words.

“Have you two talked about it?”

“Yeah. A few times. It’s something we both want.” Your hands started sweating slightly as you realised maybe Guro had been waiting for you to pop the question.

“You two have been together for two years now, it’s the perfect time to ask her,” Lia exclaimed.

“I’m not asking her without a ring. I’ll ask her on her birthday.” You shrugged it off again, you had planned tonight perfectly and needed to plan a proposal perfectly. That could wait.

“When is her birthday?” Caitlin asked.

“July.”

“That’s ages away! It’s literally November now.” Lia stressed to you.

“Fine. I’ll ask her on Christmas.” That seemed doable to you. It gave you time to pick out a ring.

“Please do because you two are perfect for each other,” Lia said. You smiled at the thought knowing there was no one else for you. You couldn’t wait for the game to end just so you could get home in time to watch her game.

——

The game ended with a win for Arsenal. A goal scored by you and an assist. 2-0. You were over the moon, but quickly got changed and almost ran home. You cursed yourself for not learning to drive. It was never something on your mind, you were perfectly fine with cycling and walking. Now seemed like the best time to drive so you could make it home in time to watch Guro play and prepare everything.

You’d turned the game on your laptop so you could watch the game in the kitchen while you prepare tea. Chelsea had played well and had won. You were happy for Guro but wanted Arsenal to win the league. Something you and Guro had many conversations about.

It took just over an hour for Guro to arrive back home. You had just finished draining the pasta when you heard the door close. You turned around in time to see Guro making her way into the kitchen with her classic big grin on her face. She walked up to you, kissing you slowly, her right hand holding your cheek.

“I’ve missed you. I couldn’t wait for the game to finish.” Guro smiled into the kiss. You placed the bowl of pasta down on the counter to hold Guro closer. Your hands snaked around her waist as hers went around your shoulders.

“Same. I’m making your favourite,” You smiled as she bit her lower lip in excitement. “Sit down. It’s literally done.”

You put the pasta and sauce on two plates and made your way over to the small dining table in the kitchen. You went back to collect the bottle of white wine and poured two glasses.

“Happy two-year anniversary to my favourite person in the world.” You raised your glass up towards her.

“Happy two years, baby. I hope you know you’re stuck with me.” She smiled as she did the same with her glass, staring at you with wonder in her eyes.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

The both of you continued to finish the food. You left the dishes on the table, thinking to yourself that you’d wash them later. You held onto Guro’s hand and guided her out to the balcony where you’d placed pillows and blankets on the small outdoor sofa you owned, along with a small fire pit.

“I thought we could roast some marshmallows and look at the sun going down.” You held onto the pink packet of marshmallows with a blush creeping onto your cheeks as Guro offered you a cute look.

“This is one of the cutest things you’ve ever done. And you do a lot of cute things.” Guro sat down and covered herself with blankets. The London air wasn’t kind, it was a chilly evening but it wasn’t raining! And that was rare.

“I kept checking the weather over the last few days hoping and praying that it wouldn’t rain because otherwise, I’d be all out of ideas.”

“I take it back. You checking the weather constantly to make sure it wouldn’t rain is the cutest thing you’ve ever done.” Guro laughs as you set up the fire.

“You are so mean sometimes.”

Guro laughs again but leans over to kiss your pink cheek. You offer her a stick for her marshmallow as the fire blazed up.

“Are you warm enough? Do you want a coat or something? Or I can get your gloves and scarf?” You started panicking thinking your plan had gone awful as you felt her shiver next to you.

“Hey, calm down. The fire will warm us up. This is perfect.” Guro had placed her hands next to the fire to warm up her hands. She kissed your clothed shoulder and leaned her head there too. You kissed the crown of her head and leaned your head on hers.

The both of you warmed up after a while and started feeding each other marshmallows. After finishing the pack, you leaned back into the chair with Guro following your lead and resting her head on your chest, her legs swinging over yours.

“I love this. You’re quite good at planning dates.” Guro quietly said.

“You never told me how stressful it can be.”

Guro laughed gently, “It’s not stressful for me. I thought today was romantic.”

She kissed the underside of your jaw, gently nipping. Your hand moved from stroking her thigh to her cheek. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips, taking your time. The sky showed off every perfection in her face as the sun began to set; orange, yellow, and blue. Your hand traveled to the back of her head, burying your fingers in her hair, as she bit your lip and moved impossibly closer to you. You slowly pulled back from her lips, the vulnerability crossing her face whenever she was with you as if she gave her whole self to you and nothing else.

“I forgot to give you something. I got you a small present.” She kissed you again quickly as she got up off the chair.

“Now I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything.” Guro didn’t say anything as she went back into the flat, only to come back out two seconds later. She came out with her hands behind her back. You sat up in excitement.

“I knew exactly what I wanted to get you for our two-year anniversary for a while. You’re the only person for me, and I want to spend my life loving you and cherishing you. I was serious when I said you’re stuck with me.” Her arms returned to their normal position with a small red box in her right hand.

It hit you right then what she had. Guro always spoke like this so it was a surprise. She dropped down to one knee, her eyes cloudy and a tear streaming down her cheek. You, on the other hand, were a mess. You thought back on what Lia had said, but it didn’t matter now. The love of your life was in front of you, proposing.

“Will you do me the massive honour of marrying me?”

“Of course, I will!” You pulled your sleeve over your eyes to wipe the tears and stood up from the chair to face her. Guro placed the ring on your finger and jumped into your arms. The next part of the chapter for you two was just beginning and you couldn’t be happier to do life with anyone else.

[early20sfailingplenty]

Danny Johnson fic ideas! He is super meticulous and follows his victims closely for a long time, he's really into stalking to get to know his victims so! I work at a coffee shop and would love it if he got to know me by being a regular my shop. We laugh and talk and flirt, I only know him by his civillian persona, Jen Olson, but he stalks me outside of work as Danny. Totally becomes obsessed with me and gets off on the dichotomy of being the nice regular customer and the cold hearted killer planning my eventual end. He also loves me being so unaware of his true nature. What seals the deal of hooking his interest in me is my Final Girl tattoo on my right forearm that is underlined with a bloody hunting knife. He wants me to be HIS final girl and sees the potential in me. Just something about his thought process and being so into me. Also maybe some breaking and entering and him being a creep going through my undwear drawer and/or watching me sleep (which I tend to do naked 👀) and taking small mementos. I own a lotta chapstick and mugs, he could probably take one without me noticing, or he takes a well loved one because he WANTS me to notice and get confused. General details, I love the color red, like a candy apple red and plaid. I love leggings and skirts and crop tops at home. I wear glasses. I usually have my hair in a bun at work and in a high pontytail at home when I'm cooking or writing, and down the rest if the time, its brown and falls to about midback. He loves to watch me cook and bake which I do often. Can be as NSFW as you want, sexual and violent is encouraged! I like him DARK! He could do something to me while or not, could just watch, (as if he wouldn't jerk off to me, or on me, while I slept.) But use your discretion! I trust you! Thank you again SO much, I love you dude! ❤ ~ @bisexual-horror-fan

Bex!!! My beloved!!!!😭😭😭💖💖💖First of all, a biiiiiig big happy birthday to YOU!!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍You're amazing, I love you so much, and I hope you have a day as wonderful as you!!!😭🫂💖💖💖 Second, I'm more than a little nervous to be posting this because until you sent this in, I had no idea what DBD was, I didn't know who Danny Johnson was, etc. etc. so I went into all the research I did totally blind (I'd be happy to share this with you once you've read this if you wanna know👀, but obviously while this was in the works I had to keep it all quiet), but I hope it all paid off and that you're able to connect with and enjoy this piece! I went in and I'm really excited for you to read it! It was a challenge to go dark but that's what makes it fun! I'll stop talking now and let you read! MWAH ~

Seek and destroy // Danny Johnson x Final Girl!Bex

TW; stalking, swearing, dramatic irony (my beloved💗), predatory behaviour from Danny, Bex is a fly in the web, obsessive behaviour, you're a to-be murder victim and you don't know it until you do, descriptions of physical violence and gore, Danny's a creep, broken boundaries, theft of possessions, NSFW, somnophilia (kind of), non/dub-con (male masturbation; Danny gets off to you while you're sleeping without you knowing and without your consent), panty sniffing, this is the darkest thing I've ever written and that includes the time I wrote about reader trying to kill themselves by sitting in Vincent's chair (yeah I went IN for you with this💕), NOT X READER!!! but you're welcome to read!!! Contains physical descriptions of Bex, personalised with permission (duh, it's your birthday gift), implicit cannibalism references, kind of meta because this references other horror films and other slashers (it fits in with the Scream origins of Danny, okay?), no dialogue, cum eating (Danny). He's a depraved, filthy bastard and you love him for it.

Word count: 3, 353.

Oh, but you are beautiful.

You don't even know it, do you?

You don't know that he's been watching you for weeks already. You don't know that he's watched you working through the window of your workplace, hidden by the darkness within him but also by the shadows afforded to the tall buildings which smother the skyline. You don't know that he knows your work schedule, he knows the particular routine you carry out to settle into a shift, he knows the routine you have to mentally leave the shift as you clock out. You don't know that you're in very grave danger. You don't know any of his plans, you don't know the game he's playing, you don't know that you don't know that he's a vicious, sadistic murderer who has been plotting your violent murder this entire time.

You don't know.

But Danny knows, and he supposes that it's more fun for him if you stay in the dark, where he wants you. Where you have been for the last month while he has stalked you, learned you, studied you, mapped you out, unravelled you for who you are and put you back together in the way he wants you to be... oh, but your potential is divine... the anticipation of what he's going to do to you, of what he is already doing to you, makes the chase, the hunt, the kill, all of it, even sweeter than it already is.

It was Danny Johnson who stepped into the shadows when you began your shift five hours ago, but it is Jed Olson who enters your coffee shop.

It is the beginning of the end, of your end and he is so excited.

Let the shadow games begin.

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The first part of the game was silly, light-hearted. There was some kind of sick... joy in knowing something that you didn't. His impulsivity came from knowing that he could get away with what he was doing to you, with you; he was leading you down a slowly unwinding path which was of your own making. A joint effort, though only one party was privy to such information. From the very get go, Danny got off on the way he really was and the way you saw him. The way he wanted you to see him. Danny Johnson was sadistic, patient, a man in control who planned murders weeks in advance. The anticipation always made for a greater pay-off when the end was finally delivered. He was careful at crime scenes, a delicious, sick contrast to the way he was light-hearted towards the actual murder. But Jed Olson, oh... he always greeted you with a wide smile and gave modest responses to the flirtations you met him with. There was something about him which drew you towards him; like a moth to a flame. You would be burned, and it would make or break you, though you didn't know that. Yet. The dichotomy between who he really was and who he played for you kept him on his toes, and it only set to lure you further into the trap.

For every drink he ordered (always and deliberately your favourite, for he enjoyed the smile which lit up your gorgeous face like a Christmas tree as you complimented him on his tastes), for every cup you scrawled 'Jed' on, for every smile you gave him as he entered and left your coffee shop, you both turned further and faster down the dark road, tendrils of the achromatic heart he possessed, a withered and shrivelled thing, wrapping tighter and tighter around your own with every exchange.

You didn't suspect it, you couldn't even begin to guess at the severe mortal danger in which you found yourself.

You didn't know.

And so everything was going according to his carefully calculated, carefully arranged ritualistic sadistic game.

It was a game.

One of shadows, of deceit, of violence, of stalking, of his predation and your vulnerability, of broken boundaries... the game had more rounds than Danny had initially planned, but wasn't that what made it the most fun?

When the game surprised him and practically played itself, he knew it was a good one.

There was so much potential in you and he was eager to keep you caught like a fly in his web of lies so that he could reveal to you your truest, darkest self. You were right there, hidden beneath your surface, hidden underneath the underneath. Or so he told himself to begin with. Months to the day he decided to start following you, getting to know you in a very intense, very one-sided relationship, he started to follow you outside of your workplace. He merged your two realities so seamlessly that if he let his control slip for even a moment, he would lose track of whose routine was whose, whose home was whose. You were well and truly in the belly of the beast, swimming in hydrochloric acid waiting to be digested. You were right there, fresh and ready for the taking. For his taking. Wasn't that what you wanted? To go down in a fight? To stand up and take your life for your own, to take it back from the world which sought only to take and take and take; he knew intimately how exhausted you were after your six day work weeks. He knew well what those nine hour shifts did to you, how early you had to be awake to begin your day. You fought every single day and Danny had yet to figure out if you were aware of how strong you truly were. You were destined to be more than what you already were, he just had to get underneath your surface and dig you out of yourself.

You... You were made to be a final girl... no, no, that wasn't right, hang on... You were made to be his final girl. The tattoo on your right forearm told him everything he needed to know, and a part of him longed to launch over the counter top, seize your arm in his and carve his initials into the tattoo, on the bottom right hand side of the bloody hunting knife which underlined the bold 'final girl'. You wore your potential with pride, he had noted that very first day of visiting you in your coffee shop. Much fun was to be had in breaking you down and making you into who you really were... that dark light inside of you was to be his. You were made to be his, with just a bit more time, a lot more patience and persistence, and you would be dragged to your real self, kicking and screaming and soaked in blood – whether your own or someone else's was entirely up to you. Danny wasn't entirely heartless; you got to have a say in the end result, too. You just didn't get a say in how or when or why you got there.

That honour was Danny's.

One afternoon after another, he followed you home. Always at a safe distance, always three people behind you. It didn't matter if you saw his build way off in the crowd or not; Jed was fresh-faced, no mask, no costume, but Danny was masked as Ghost Face and stuck to the shadows; you had no way of knowing that the two were one and the same. Hell, nine times out of ten, you didn't even register the way the door to your living space took a little bit longer to close than it used to, as Danny darted in just before it could slam shut on you.

Danny stuck to the shadows so well that he became your shadow.

He was the slasher to your final girl.

Despite his patient approach to the way he stalked you and lived your life alongside you, with you totally oblivious all the while, unaware of his true nature, unaware that Danny and Jed were the same person (or even that Danny existed; he covered his tracks so well that you never thought to look for them. Why would you, when they were never visible?), Danny grew bored of just sneaking into your home and watching you cook or write, your hair in a ponytail. It was a different style to how you wore it when you were at work – it was interesting to Danny, because he and Jed were different, too, though his work was wholly different and entirely more sinister than your own. It was a bit of a stretch, the comparison, but he made it all the same as he began to think of ways to allude to you that there was something going on.

The solo round of his sadistic game was over and now... oh, now, it was your turn to play.

Every final girl deserved a chance. The fight wasn't fair, the play was rough and dirty, but he liked it like that, and he knew after all this time that you did, too. So much potential, so much raw energy just waiting to be cultivated, so much fun to be had.

It started with going through your underwear drawer while you were busy cooking in the kitchen. You were only rooms away, totally unaware of the violation of your boundaries... not the first and certainly not the last of many which Danny sought to bestow upon you. Like gifts, if you were. Strange, depraved, unwelcomed gifts. For now. But one day, oh... one day, he would cash in those receipts, and the gift of your life essence would run down his gloved hands, crimson rivulets seeping into the seams of the leather he favoured, staining his skin and leaving a metallic taste on his tongue. He hadn't yet had the pleasure of tasting you, but he would soon.

Some slashers chose to consume their victims in the physical sense. Some chose to eat away at their victims' resolve strand by strand until the victim unravelled at the seams and became a shell of themselves. Some chose to strip away at souls until the spirit broke. Some chose other methods, other means, but they all lead to the same sensation being fulfilled, the same cravings being satiated in a primal, predatory manner: taste. Touch. Possession.

Mine.

Was all Danny was thinking as he watched you get ready for bed. You slept naked, he noticed, and it only made it that much easier for him to get off on what he was putting you through. Whether or not you knew about it now, you would eventually, and that level of trauma would be with you for life. Danny would walk beside you, hidden in your shadows, for the rest of your life, and you had no idea. Yet.

He wanted to introduce himself to you. Slowly, slowly. You were a frog in a pot of water, the temperature turning in small increments from a simmer up to the boil, and it would be too late for you to hop out by the time you realised what was happening to you, what had been happening to you for almost a year by the time he decided to take a few momentos from your bedroom. To get you ready to meet him by planting a seed of suspicion in a mind as sharp, as beautiful, as yours. You were a work of art, but every art piece needs the artists' signature, and he would sign you off with a flick of his wrist, the flash of his blade... with a flourish worthy of the final girl you were.

You owned a lot of chapsticks and a lot of mugs; there was no way you would be able to use them all regularly, but Danny knew that you did. You had your favourites, of course, and you had your favourites, but you did use all your mugs, and all your chapsticks. You had such a big heart, plenty of room in your life, and with your love of horror and fantasy, Danny knew that there was plenty of room in you for him. Not that he would or could ever give you a choice. He had taken that away from you the very first day he had strolled into your coffee shop with a disarming smile as he ordered your favourite hot drink; white hot chocolate with cinnamon steamed in the milk. Very creamy, a little spicy, very sweet... like you.

You are what you consume, isn't that what people say?

The image of you spread out in bed, naked, sleeping and dead to the world, combined with famous quotes completely divorced from their original contexts, had Danny palming himself through his leathers. He got off on what he had been doing to you for all of this time, but never before had he been surrounded by you – your body, your scent, your possessions... the hand not palming himself found the collection of your favourite chapsticks and snagged the one you had used that morning. You would notice it wasn't there, you used it a lot of the time as your default option, and he could tell by the way the label was starting to peel off by the lid that it was a well loved chapstick.

You would notice it missing.

And in time, you would notice him, too.

No final girl ever gets away without first confronting her slasher. It's the ritual, the... the formula of any good horror film.

You stretched in bed, your arms over your head, your duvet crept down from your shoulders to just beneath your breasts, your chest rising and falling with every breath. Their numbers limited. Danny wondered what it would be like to climb atop your slumbering form and wrap his deft fingers around the column of your throat as you slept. Your pulse would thunder against his fingers, your body would jerk and writhe due to the oxygen deprivation, your eyes would be blown wide... or maybe you wouldn't wake. Maybe he would only make sure you never woke up, forever lost in a dream made only for you, dredged up from the oceanic depths of your vivid imagination. He would only get to kill you once, and that scenario wasn't how he wanted to do it.

He swatted the thought away like it was nothing more pesky than a fly as he undid his trousers and pulled himself out. He was rock hard, his head bright red and weeping. For you. For the way your walls would welcome him, for the way your back would arch into him but your hips would pull back into the mattress, the pleasure he would gift to you before his own pleasure somehow too much and yet... not enough.

He needed more.

How would your blood spray as he slashed your throat? Or, perhaps he would mimic your favourite slasher and slash you three times up the back, like claws, like... like a wild animal. He certainly wanted to fuck you like you were animals. He wanted you on all fours, your arse up in the air and your face down in a pillow (so easy would it be to smother you while he pounded into you from behind... you would be too lost in pleasure to notice him pressing you down by the nape of your neck, fingers delved into your brown hair, and you would lose consciousness and simply never wake up again). He wanted you under him, above him, but he mostly wanted you at his side. The final girl, the slasher's undoing. But you two would buck that trend, you would be partners in life and in crime. You had the potential and he wanted to make it his.

He wanted to make you his.

Black underwear in his peripheral vision.

Danny contorted his body and snagged them off the floor. He could just smell you through his mask and your sleepy noises, lost were you to the world, only spurred him on as he pressed the dirty panties to his mask as tightly as he could. He wouldn't take his mask off; it would ruin the ambience, make it only too easy for you to win the game before you had really begun to play if you woke up before he could finish, his hand working to get himself off as he thumbed at the beads of pre-cum gathering at his tip. He was red raw and it reminded him briefly of the candy red colour you favoured. You looked so good in red. One day, Danny would make you wear a crimson cape... again, whether it was your own or someone else's blood would be your own choice. But it would happen.

He had you so close to him and yet, so far, and on his legs did he stagger to your bedside, looking down at you as he continued to masturbate over you. Having you even closer to him only fuelled the speed at which he jerked himself off and as he bent over (somewhat awkwardly, but it was doable) to sniff your hair, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other tightly holding the panties he stole off your floor, you moaned in your sleep. He wondered what, who, you were dreaming about. For all his attempts, he couldn't climb into your head, and it enraged him. Still, in time, he would come to possess your mind, your body, your heart, your soul, he would consume you for all that you were as he took from you all that you could be. Life was full of possibilities and he wanted to take them from you, he would take them from you.

Thoughts of feeling you writhing beneath him as he murdered you tipped him over the edge in his mind from which he clung by his fingertips and he came with barely a sound, thick ropes of cum spilling over his head and dripping onto your abdomen. Your face creased lightly at the impact of wet where there shouldn't be and Danny watched as you settled again. You had no idea of how much danger you were in, of how much danger you had always been in, ever since he had decided that you were to be his next passion project, his next game and victim.

But you were to be the one who didn't get away, the one who met him where he was, the one who became his final girl. His, his, his.

His final girl.

Danny's chest heaved as he removed his mask, broke his own boundary while breaking so many of yours that it would be quicker and easier to list the ones he hadn't broken. By far, it was a shorter list.

He bent down some more and flattened his tongue along your abdomen, scooping up his cum with little fuss. You whimpered, shifted under what he was doing, and the taste of you had his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck, why hadn't he done this sooner? Life was no fun without risks and Danny had put all of his and some of your own onto the table as he cleaned you up, tucked himself away, put your dirty panties in one of his many pockets, and stole out of your bedroom window as quickly as he had climbed through it.

Saliva glistened on your abdomen, exposed to the cool natural air, but you didn't wake. You slept on, unencumbered by the man who was stealing you from yourself, piece by piece by piece, until you would have nothing left. And then he would take more. And more. And more. Until your life left your eyes, your blood cooled on his blade, your body stilled, and he rejoiced.

But not yet.

Tomorrow, Jed would order coffee, Danny would plan, you would work, and all would go well for one of you.

For the other?

Nothing would ever be the same again.

It remained to be seen who would be who, and wasn't that fun?

Danny thought so.

[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

[fernweh-writes]

Prompt: Michael's s/o wishes they could go out to a restaurant for a nice dinner date but can't because Michael might be recognized so she makes a candle lit dinner for the both of them to enjoy

I'm sorry if its bad this has been in my mind for a little bit lol also you're so great and wholesome your writing makes me smile so much!

Anytime someone compliments my writing my brain melts and I gain motivation so thank you! This got kinda long very fast, but I hope you enjoy!

-Fern🌿

Prompt: Reader makes a candle lit dinner date for her and Michael

Warnings: An overwhelming amount of cuteness and some nsfw content at the end

You had desperately wanted to have a nice date with Michael, even if it was something as simple as a dinner date. But you also knew that Michael couldn’t give you that even if he wanted to. Anyone might recognize him and you would never want to risk losing him because of that. So instead, you had decided to improvise. You were going to get the date you had been wanting for so long one way or the other.

While Michael was out doing whatever it is he occupies himself with during the day, you had used all that free time as an opportunity to go all out. It had been somewhat tricky to time everything right considering Michael never abided by any sort of routine or schedule but you had managed. After spending all that time over the hot stove making all of Michaels favorite foods, you decided you ought to get yourself fixed up as well. Tonight was going to be perfect, you were sure of it.

Now it seemed time had gotten away from you. Scrambling about you made sure all the little touches were in place. Candles were lit on the dining room table, you threw cookies in the oven so they’d be ready after dinner, and you made sure to straighten your outfit and make sue your hair looked fine. You took one last look in the mirror at the entryway before deciding you looked fine when you finally heard the door open.

Michael immediately stopped in the doorway when he saw you, eyes unashamedly roaming over every part of you. Something about you getting all dolled up for him drove him crazy and he was completely ready to skip over the dinner part of tonight. However, those thoughts were quickly shoved aside when you ran up to him, giddy with excitement. You pulled him down for a kiss and he quickly took his mask off so that you could do so.

“I’m glad you’re home! I made you all of your favorites, come on!” Michael allowed you to pull him to the dining room amused by your excitement. However, he paused when he saw that you really had went out. There were fresh flowers in a vase on the table and the room was illuminated by the numerous candles you had meticulously placed around the room. Once he was done taking everything in, he looked back down at you who was now blushing and suddenly seemed almost nervous.

“Sorry if it’s a bit much I just-,” he cut you off with a quick no which then caused you to pause. It was rare for Michael to ever say anything, so your happiness was quick to return. Once again you were full on beaming at him. “Well, I’m glad you like it. Here, sit. I’ll be right back with the food.” You quickly sat him at the table before scurrying off to the kitchen..

Michael sat in the silence, looking at all the little details you had included. His mouth began to water as the smell of food drifted in from the kitchen. Mainly, he smelled the cookies, which is what he was most excited about. You had really put a lot of effort into making this night perfect and Michael wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Everything was catered to him from the food, the way you fixed his hair the way he always liked, you even wore the outfit he had told you he thought you looked sexy in one time.

“Here you go. All of your favorites! I hope everything turned out all right,” you told him as you set his plate down in front of him. You set yours down before muttering under your breath. “I almost forgot something, I’ll be right back.” When you returned you were carrying an expensive bottle of wine. You grinned as you uncorked it. “I know wine isn’t exactly your favorite but I decided to kinda treat myself a little. You have no idea how hard it was to resist opening this while I scrambled around the house like a crazy person.”

There were certainly no complaints from Michael. The food you cooked was amazing and he enjoyed listening to you ramble on about your job, your family, and anything else that came to mind. Michael felt he owed it to you to give you small responses, which only encouraged you to continue talking, Even once both of your plates were empty you continued to talk, making Michael real size it had been awhile since the two of you had spent this much time together.

You only stopped once you smelled something begin to burn. “Oh shit, I forgot about the cookies.” Michael followed you to the kitchen, watching you pull out charred black circles. Yeah, those definitely weren’t edible. “I’m sorry Michael,” your voice sounded so upset that it made Michael frown, “I just wanted tonight to be perfect.”

When you turned around he was grinning, something that was almost scary for Michael. Before you could speak he picked you up and Ossetia you over his shoulder and hurried upstairs. “Michael what in the world are you doing?”

He threw you down on the bed and smashed his lips against yours before you could protest. His hands wandered up under your dress, quickly slipping it over your head. In the same way you were determined to have a dinner date, Michael was determined to have dessert, one way or the other. And since you had put so much time and effort into tonight he thought it was only fair to absolutely ravish you. Michael was usually never a very giving lover, but that night he focused on making you completely fall apart beneath him.

[reginaphillange08]

Homecoming

(Bokuto Kotarou)

a/n : honestly just a cute msby bokuto one-shot cause I love him 😩 my longing to be loved really showed in this one 😐

summary: being the girlfriend of a professional volleyball player wasn't always easy. Bokuto would have to leave for months at a time. It's your first time seeing him in two months and you planned the perfect evening for him.

warnings: NSFW!! Minors don’t interact this contains smut. Pretty fluffy, almost too much fluff, then some smut at the end because who doesn’t like MSBY bokuto.

word count : 3218 (IM SORRY I GET CARRIED AWAY WITH FLUFF BUT ITS CUTE AND YOU’LL LIKE IT)

-nsfw-

It was the first night you were gonna be able to spend with your boyfriend in about two months. With him being a professional volleyball player, you knew this was a part of the deal. You two had obviously kept in contact over the break with daily texts and video calls whenever time permitted. The distance and time apart had taught you both patience and to value the time you two had together. You missed him so much, his bright presence, his golden eyes that bore into yours, his contagious smile. Bokuto meant the world to you and you were so excited to finally see your lover after so much time.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a brand new lingerie set you had gotten just for this occasion. You made sure to never wear it whenever you two had a night of sexy pictures or naughty video calls. This one was a dark hunter green and it complimented your (s/c) skin well. It hugged your curves in a delicious way, as it left little to the imagination. You put some makeup on and luckily today was a good hair day. You couldn't lie, you looked so alluring, it was almost sinful. After gawking at yourself in the mirror you put on your dress getting ready for dinner.

You had known he was coming home tonight for a while so you planned the perfect evening. To be completely truthful, you were so needy for him that you just want him to take you on the kitchen table. However this was Bokuto's first night back in a while, and you love him and wanted to make tonight special. The past two months without him have been pretty tough. No matter how many times he had to go away for volleyball, you never quite got used to the lack of his presence. Whether it was in the morning and you weren't greeted with his bright smile to start the day, or in the middle of the day when you walked into the kitchen and he was dancing to your favorite songs while he cooked, or the random kisses on the cheek throughout the day. Things were just a little less colorful without bokuto around in your little shared apartment. That's why you were elated to welcome him back home.

You had prepared his favorite meal for when he came home, and put on his favorite record. You decided to wear a dress he got you a while back on one of your dates. He absolutely adored that dress on you, and it's one of your favorites too. It was your favorite color and it hugged your figure beautifully. It fit like it was tailored specially for you.

You heard a knock and you practically sprinted full speed to the front door. You already knew who it was so you excitedly swung it open and you were met with your beautiful boyfriend and his warm smile. Your smile was from ear to ear as you threw yourself into his arms. You wrapped yours arms tightly around his neck as he buried his face into yours. His arms snaked around your waist as he held you like he hadn't seen you in 10 years. Truthfully that's how it felt. You finally whispered to him while still engulfed in his broad frame, "you're finally home baby, I missed you so much, you have no idea". He holds you a little tighter and says "I know baby, I missed you so so so much. You look so beautiful tonight, I'm really happy to see you (y/n)". You break away from the hug to finally give him a kiss. You stand on your tippy toes to reach him and he bent down a little to meet you. He holds your face in his hands and you rake your hands through his hair. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, a seemingly desperate attempt to make up for missed time. The kiss is one you get lost in, falling into it headfirst. You two quickly closed the distance between you, bodies pressed up against each other destroying any personal space either of you had before. His hands moved from your face down your body and he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer to his body. You kept playing with his hair while you two kissed because you knew it was one of his favorite things. What started as one passionate kiss quickly spiraled into a heated makeout session. Lips still connected and bodies still intertwined, he guided you through the door and closed it behind him.

He quickly threw his bags down in a haste and returned to your lips. Taking off his jacket while you two kissed. He was tugging at the hem of your dress and you were so close to just ripping it off but you hesitated. He sensed your pause and he pulled away and had a concerned look on his face. "Is everything okay (y/n)?" he said. You nodded your head and assured him, "yeah baby of course, I just needed a minute. I wanted to show you what I did for you". You giggled shyly and gestured to the food on the table. It was decorated with some candles and flowers. His eyes widened as he gave you a big smile, he looked at you and said "You did this all for me?". You shake your head and say "no it's actually for my other boyfriend, he's actually gonna be here in a few. Do you mind getting a move on?" You laugh and push him lightly. "Of course it's for you Kou"

He gives you a sweet smile and enveloped you into another warm hug. He plants a kiss on your forehead and says "Thank you baby, you make me the luckiest guy in the world". You two sit down and share the meal together. You absolutely loved having meals with Kotaro. Always getting lost in conversation, it was the best time to talk about everything the other had missed. You two exchanged stories of the past two months you spent apart, mostly laughing at his silly encounters with the rest of his team. You told him how work was going and the new books you were reading.

You finished eating and Bokuto helped you clean off the table. You had flipped the record so it wasn't silent as you did the dishes. You then resumed cleaning up and Bokuto took the rag out of your hand and held your smaller hands in his own. He brought them up to his lips and left soft kisses along your knuckles. He said "Thank you for tonight (y/n), I really appreciate all the kind things you do for me. I love you so much". You held his face with one hand and squeezed his hand with the other. You looked into his eyes kindly and said "Of course Kou, I missed you and wanted to make it special for when you came back home. I love you too". He kissed your forehead and you two continued to clean up.

You were at the sink rinsing off the dishes when Bokuto walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You put your hair up messily with a clip just to get it out of your face for now, so your neck was exposed. He kissed your neck and took a deep breath and then whispered to you "baby you smell sooo good". You giggle and say thank you and continue rinsing the last few dishes in the sink. He eyed you like you were his next meal. He saw the way your skin looked so soft, and the way your hair still seemed to shine when in the dim kitchen. The soft glow in your eyes when you'd look back to him every so often. The way your dress dipped in the back exposing some of your back. He decided to take advantage of the vast canvas and began placing kisses along your neck and back. Delicate kisses became playful nips at your skin. He then started painting the area with little red bruises that would later turn purple. You put down the dish you were rinsing and cleaned your hands.

While he was attacking your back with hickeys and love bites you held onto the back of his neck as if you would fall if you let go. He sucked the sweet spot on your neck eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. He immediately held you tighter and whispered "you're gonna drive me crazy with that voice of yours baby, don't hold back. I like hearing you".

You turned around and caught yourself in another heated kiss with him. You lifted yourself onto the counter with his hands guiding your hips. You opened your legs to make room for his broad body. You had your arms resting on his neck with fingers twirling around his dual toned locks. His tongue had grazed your bottom lip as if asking for permission. You granted it eagerly and your tongues began to dance in a fit of passion and urgency. Both exploring each other's mouths with care but also immense drive. You two hadn't been able to hold, touch, or kiss one another in what felt like years. The excitement and satisfaction of finally having him here and all over you was setting you on fire. You begin to take off his shirt while still sloppily making out. You pulled back just to admire the art that is Bokuto Kotaro shirtless. Running your fingers along his defined pecs, tracing his abs with your fingertips lightly. You give him a kiss then you hop off the counter.

You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. The room was all cleaned up and you had twinkling fairy lights turned on. It was pretty dim and the bed had rose petals on it. You might've been a little too excited and went overboard but you look over to Bokuto and it instantly made it all worth it. He had a huge smile on his face and said "(y/n) you're really gonna be the death of me". You laugh and kiss his cheek

Your two lips crashed into each other in a needy kiss. The kiss quickly turns urgent again. You begin stumbling backward while you two kiss, hell bent on getting to the bed as quick as possible. Truthfully, because you two were apart for so long, this heated makeout session already had you wet.

You finally reach the bed and he pushes you onto it. He then follows you and hovers over you. His large frame seems to consume your smaller build. He begins to plant kisses on your jaw and down your neck as he runs his large hands up and down the smooth curves of your body. His touch drove you mad, no matter how delicate or light. His fingertips grazing your soft skin lit a fire in you. You begin to take off his pants with a little help from him. You reach down to pull off his boxers only for him to grab you by your wrists and pinning them to the bed above your head.

He leans down and whispers "have patience baby, I'm gonna take my time with you tonight". He leans back to look at you, he adored the way you looked underneath him. He let go of your wrists and began to slip your dress off you. He gawked at your brand new lingerie set and let out the biggest grin. "You wore this just for me angel?" You grin sheepishly with a light blush dusting the apples of your cheeks. "Mhm" you replied softly. He strokes your hair and looks into your eyes lovingly and says "you're so beautiful (y/n)"

You kiss him passionately and say thank you. He takes off your bra and looks at the soft mounds that were hidden away. He absolutely loved them. He begins to massage them gently and knead them with his hands as he kisses your collarbone. He looked into your eyes as he took one of your hardened nubs into his mouth and rolled the other nipple between his fingers. He starts kissing the swell of your chest and painting it with little bruises. The occasional love bite would make you moan softly. Your moans were the most beautiful symphony to him, spurring him on. Further encouraging him to please you.

He left a trail of kisses from your chest down your stomach to your underwear. He put his fingers in the waistband and looked up at you for permission. You run your finger through his hair and nod lightly with a smile. He pulled off the lacy dark green garment and threw it to the side. He pushed your legs apart and eyed your glistening core.

He started with just a kitten lick. He always liked to start slowly with care. Delicate licks, slow and calculated motions so he can gage your reaction. He flattened his tongue and applied pressure to your clit. He started lapping up your juices with a little more urgency now. You moaned his name breathily and he started picking up the pace. He's always loved eating you out. He held your thighs down with his big arms. He attached his lips to your puffy clit and began to suck while he slipped two fingers into your aching hole. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach begin to build and you couldn't help but buck your hips up onto his face and fingers. He took this time to add a third finger which made you delirious with pleasure.The third finger entered you stretching your fluttering hole, mixing pain and pleasure till they were indistinguishable from each other. He felt you clamping down on his fingers and he stopped sucking and began to vigorously rub circles into your clit, the way he knew you loved. You felt yourself getting close and as you're a whimpering mess you began to mutter "Kou don't stop, please"

He had a dark look in his eye when he spoke "cum for me baby, you can do it. And just like that you allowed yourself to come undone all over his magical hands and face. "Good girl" was what he said as you came. He helped you ride out your orgasm as he whispered sweet praises to you.

You were catching your breath as you came down from your high. By the time you were back, you looked at bokuto and he had already completely undressed and he had his back against the headboard. He was stroking himself as he watched you with half lidded eyes and a devilish grin on his face.

"You didn't think we were done, did you baby?"

"Of course not" You said as you put your nail between your teeth with a grin.

"Come here angel" he said as he gestured for you to join him.

You crawl over and you place yourself on top of him. You knew he loved when you rode him. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. You adored how full you felt with him inside you. You gave yourself some time to adjust to the stretch and then slowly started to move up and down. You began to pick up pace and ride him with more rigor. He watched you in awe with his hands on your hips guiding you up and down on him. He thought you were so beautiful riding him.You desperately chasing your high and using his body for pleasure was a sight he was incredibly fond of. He got off on knowing nobody would see you that way but him. He admired how beautiful you looked doing something so lewd. Tits bouncing around, your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parted as the moans escaped your mouth.

He then took you and flipped you over so you were on your back. It was his turn to take charge and set the pace. He kissed your temple as he slipped into you. Kou wasted no time in picking up his pace. His vicious thrusts leaving you a babbling mess. You felt yourself begin to close your eyes as you whimpered out his name and he grabbed your face and held your cheeks in his hand. He said "open your eyes baby, look at me".

You did as he said and looked into his eyes as he rutted against you. You were moaning his name when he put his hand over your mouth and said "shh shh baby listen"

You were initially confused at what he was talking about but then when you listened you heard the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching and gushing around his length as he fucked into you. Your cheeks redden as you got a little embarrassed. Boktuo looks down at you with a shiteating grin and says "listen to that angel, you're fucking dripping wet for me". You were a muttering mess, all you could say was "yes kou yes, just for you. Only you could fuck me like this". That's one thing about Bokuto, he adored being praised by you. You took advantage of this and you began to whisper into his ear. "You're so good to me baby, you're doing so good. Please don't stop kou please"

He maintained his pace and looked up to you. "You're close baby?". You nod quickly and dug your nails into his back, leaving crescent moons in their wake as you begged for more. He let out a groan and said "me too" as he fucked into you. He started to rub circles into your clit and he picked up his pace. He fucked you into the mattress and he felt your hole spasming around him, it felt like your pussy was sucking him in even more than he thought possible. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you begged him to let you cum. He felt you clench onto him and said "cum with me baby, be a good girl and cum with me angel". You immediately came undone leaving you shaking and panting under him. The view of you destroyed and fucked out was enough to push him over the edge. With the last few sloppy thrusts bokuto moaned your name as he came. Leaving you kisses along your neck as he painted your insides white.

You both were catching your breath as he peppered your face with kisses. He went to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean you off with. He wiped you down with delicate and sweet touches. You both went under the covers and he held you in his arms. He began to play with your hair as you began to fall asleep.You kissed his hand and said "goodnight kou, i love you". Then he gave you one last kiss to your temple and a tight hug. He whispered into your ear saying "goodnight baby, thank you for the lovely evening. I love you so much."

The both of you falling asleep in eachothers warm embrace. Kou couldn't have asked for a better homecoming.

[lovinkiri]

Your families with Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki

Eijirou Kirishima x Reader

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Katsuki Bakugou

You and Katsuki have a daughter and are trying for another!

Your daughter, Akari, is just as rambunctious as her father!

Just a bit less angry. Just a bit 🤏🏾

But she definitely has his attitude!

And his red eyes ❤❤❤

Unlike Katsuki, she openly adores her mother tho and looks up to you

"Mama! I wanna be just like you!"

"What about me?!"

"I said Mama, not Daddy 😒"

Can't even glare at her because he can't find it in his heart.

Oh, and she's just as excited for having another addition to the family as you are!

"Daddy, give Mommy a baby already."

Of course she has no idea what giving mommy a baby really means 😏

"Oi, I'm tryin' my best here, kid."

"Try harder."

"... Alright."

Oh you're in for it.

But no matter how much she goes back and forth with him, she really loves him.

And he loves her back.

They practically do everything together.

Brush their teeth, eat, clean.

He even helps train her quirk.

And at night, he holds her and mumbles the sweetest things to her.

"You make Daddy's life so much brighter, you know that?"

Overall, he loves you guys and can't wait to knock you up again 😈

Izuku Midoriyau

You and Izuku have a son and are actually expecting!

Your son, Hiro, is the most adorable thing!

He has Izuku's freckles 🥺

And he's extremely shy, usually stays by you guys.

When you go out, he's holding both of your hands.

When he meets new people, he hides behind you.

Has a tendency to hide his face in your necks 😂

"Hiro, c'mon, say hi to the nice woman."

"No thank you Mommy, I'm okay."

You can't help but laugh as Izuku apologizes.

Hiro's actually a very curious child tho, especially about the bump in mommy's tummy.

"How did that happen, Mommy?"

"Well.. Me and Daddy decided to give you a baby sister remember? So she's resting in there until she's ready to come out. She's shy like you."

He gives your stomach a very serious stare before hugging it.

Both you and Izuku just melt and he gets a picture.

"M' gonna protect you, okay baby sis?"

You damn near fainted from the cuteness.

Izuku definitely tells him made up hero stories at night.

You've got him writing some stories in his book.

"Oh, yeah! I wanted to read them to Hiro!"

🥰🥰🥰

Izuku is excited for the new baby and loves all of you very much.

"Daddy will always love you guys, okay Hiro?"

"Mkay! And I can protect Mommy and baby sis, just you someday!"

Shoto Todoroki

You and Shoto have twins, a boy and a girl.

Yuki, your daughter, and Natsuhiko, your son.

Yuki has white hair and Natsuhiko has red.

Those two are troublemakers when you two aren't looking.

"Who put a frog on your teacher's desk?"

Yuki pouts her lips. "It wasn't us, Mommy."

Natsuhiko nods and grabs your hand.

Shoto doesn't even need to give a stern look, he just raises an eyebrow and they're confessing.

Of course, under your instruction, they apologize to their teacher.

You and Shoto also apologize.

Thankfully, the teacher actually thought it was funny.

You and Shoto definitely talk to them at home.

But they're such good children at home 🥰

They do their chores, they're very polite.

Little Angels 😇

Yuki is definitely the more mischief one, her brother being the quieter one who goes along for the ride.

But despite the trouble they get in, Sho loves them dearly.

He definitely plays games with them.

"I think I'm finally starting to understand, Candy Land. The objective is to be the first to reach the castle, yes?"

"Daddy, we've been playing for an hour and you won almost every time."

He simply moves his piece forward.

But they love you guys too!

They're always trying to make you proud!

"Look, Mommy! Daddy! We made you necklaces! They protect you from getting hurt by bad guys!"

Macaroni necklace has been added to Shoto's hero costume.

Lord help the fool who tries either breaking or taking it off.

They won't get to, just know that.

Eijirou Kirishima

Three kids and one on the way!

This is a family man!

Two daughters named Akane (older) and Kimmi (middle), and a son Akio (youngest for now).

They love you both, but you can tell Eijirou is their favorite.

When he comes home, they run to him and he scoops them up into a bear hug.

"Hey! What are the baby boulders up to?" 🥺

They all laugh, relishing in their father's embrace and you take pictures.

Don't get me wrong, like I said they love you too!

Akio will walk over while you sit on the couch and cuddle you.

Now Akane wants to cuddle.

Now Kimmi wants to cuddle.

And now Eijirou wants to cuddle.

They love cooking with you, grinning with their shark-like teeth as you let them assist you.

They obsess over your tummy!

And once they know their baby bro is in there?

Best believe they get territorial when strangers touch your stomach!

Akane bared her sharp ass teeth once and the old lady backed off 😭🤚🏾

The girls drag him and Akio to play dress up.

Akio goes "This is girly though"

And Eijirou gave him a fatherly talk about how tough being a woman can be

Its still not Akio's cup of tea but his respect for girls go up 📈📈📈

Both Kimmi and Akane are mischievous and love teasing Akio.

Not in a bad way, in a "Our baby bro is so cute!" way

And he always finds himself blushing, trying to run away!

All in all, this is a family that protects each other to the end!

[pastel9girlbunny000die]

The monster trio Destroying their s/o Nest !

{The idea of the trio destroying their omega's nest was really funny to begin with}

Warning: None, well there is slightly little bit if bad language

Monkey D.Luffy 🍖🍖🍖

🍖Luffy didn't know what happened

🍖One minute he was care freely running around than the next he tripped landing on a pile of clothes blankets and stuff animals .ect

🍖In all honesty he didn't think much of it, I mean it just clothes...

🍖But No!

🍖This dumb meat brain picks it up stuffing the items into whatever drawer or closet he could find, thinking he did a good "clean up" duty.

🍖And just runs off to continue playing with Usopp and Chopper.

🍖Later on when you return with Sanji from the local market that the Sunny is currently dock at.

🍖"Thanks for the help, (Y/n)." Sanji said as he and placed down the groceries in the kitchen.

🍖"No prop." You smiled leaving the cook to his work, the blond gleefully started cooking for dinner knowing he has a lot to do.

🍖With Luffy on the crew he won't just be feeding one person more like an army in fact.

🍖(Y/n) left as they walked back on deck feeling the warm air and relaxing atmosphere around them it was all quite but all good things must come to an end.

🍖"Hey, (Y/n) check out this beetle it's as big as my hand look look!" (Y/n) turned seeing their captain, (Y/n)'s alpha their bonded mate.

🍖Luffy happily ran to his omega wanting to show them the bug which they flinch at, (Y/n) despised insects just as much as Nami and Sanji does so naturally they back up a little away from their lovingly childish alpha

🍖"No thanks Luffy but I'm going to take a nap."

🍖"Yeah! Than I'll take one with you." Luffy jumped around excited to spend time with his s/o.

🍖Placing the bug down rush after his omega following them down to a specific room below deck.

🍖When (Y/n) open the door they seemed a little confused thinking they must have walked into the wrong room.

🍖No this is the right room

🍖What happened ? It's all gone!!!

🍖An omega's Nest usually a place where an omega can be comfortable, whether if they are in heat or just having a bad day.

🍖But where's (Y/n) nest?

🍖"Luffy where i-is my n-nest?" (Y/n) questioned pointing at the empty room infront of them tears building up into their eyes body trembling as they point to the "missing nest" looking over their shoulder at Luffy who seemed confused.

🍖The alpha could scent that their omega is in distress and anger.

🍖"Nest? Huh?... All that was in there was a blankets and pillows what nest?"

🍖"Luffy what happened to my nest?" At this point Luffy's s/o was in full blown tears sobbing and whimpering.

🍖"(Y/n) I don't know what you're saying? All I did was clean up you know being grown up like you said." Luffy laughed being clueless like always.

🍖"Luffy you idiot!" (Y/n) yelled slamming the door in Luffy's face.

🍖Don't worry he didn't stay clueless forever, Nami saw the he thing go down.

🍖Gave him a hell of a beating.

🍖Afterwards explains to him what he did wrong in the most simplest way possible to screw it through his thick head.

🍖(Y/n) with a tears stain face and a sad look quietly took out blankets and pillows where every they could find some scenting a few stuff animals, working on repairing thier nest little whimpers leaving thier lips everytime the fortress flops apart.

🍖Soft knocks traveled from the door catching (Y/n) attention.

🍖"hey~" Luffy's head peaks through a purr leaving his mouth as he tries to lighten the situation and calming his omega.

🍖"What?" (Y/n) says wanting to sound mean but it came off more of a sob.

🍖"Sorry. My omega." Luffy placed his strawhat onto (Y/n) head it was filled with his scent calming down the sad omega, the hat (Y/n) wore many times before Luffy wouldn't easily let others wear it, other than those who he trusts with all his heart.

🍖"I'll help you." Luffy sat down on his knees next to (Y/n) taking up a few pillows into his arrms

🍖"Thank, you Alpha." (Y/n) wrapped their arms around Luffy's neck taking in a long breath of his scent.

🍖"Can, can you also scent a few things, please."

🍖"Yeah!"😃

🍖"And I'll start with you!"😚

🍖"W-what?!"😳

Roronoa Zoro ⚔⚔⚔

⚔Yes Zoro knows what nesting is

⚔The only way he knew was when his s/o direactly came up to him and told him.

⚔He didn't mind he secretly thought it was cute, rare to see such a adorable omega, his omega crawled into their nest looking all comfy and happy.

⚔But over time he started missing clothes, he just shrugged it off, not really caring cause he knows you have been sneaking some of his stuff into your nest.

⚔Like every omega they want their alpha's scent near them for comfort emotional times or during heat.

⚔He couldn't care less

⚔but he'd still scent anything you ask, he would even do it when you don't ask.

⚔But there's one thing (Y/n) wanted more than any piece of Zoro's clothes in their nest

⚔Zoro's haramaki.

⚔It was hard for them too just go up and ask him for it, he'd say no cause he usually carrying his swords with it.

⚔So all they could do was steal it when the marimo was in the shower.

⚔It was successful!

⚔The green haired swordsman, Alpha didn't noticed it was missing till he tried placing his swords in thier place but instead dropped to the ground though to the missing Haramaki that was not around his hips.

⚔At first he thought he must have misplaced it.

⚔He even ended up looking in the laundry room but no luck.

⚔Until his omega that means the whole world to him came to his mind, you must have seen it right?

⚔At first you denied it, "No. I haven't? Last I saw it you were wearing it." (Y/n) try their best to keep Zoro's off their tail and laying to your alpha feels like your betraying them.

⚔Somehow he ended up looking in your nest, he felt bad about invading your privacy but he has to have his Haramaki back he just gotta.

⚔But it was also weird that (Y/n) stop asking for stuff to be scent or being scented themselves.

⚔Zoro dig through the tent like nest pulling out blankets and throwing pillows out.

⚔Found It! His precious Haramaki.

⚔"Why would (Y/n) lay?" Zoro mumble to himself putting the Piece of clothes back on.

⚔"No! Stop destroying my nest!" A voice yelled at the alpha from behind as he was tackled to the ground.

⚔"Why did you had to find it this soon, I was going to give it back later." (Y/n) pouted giving Zoro puppy eyes tugging at the material around his hips.

⚔"So you took it, you know it's not good lay to you alpha, little omega~" Zoro smirked in quick movement pinning his omega down beneath him sitting in between their legs.

⚔"Bad Boy/Girl~ but why my Haramaki?" Zoro purred sending shivers down your spine the omega in you turned on by your dominant alpha, just hovering over you.

⚔"I wanted something... you use everyday."

⚔"mmmh~"

⚔"Well I'm going to have to punish you, I skipped too many training and napping sessions looking for this."

⚔"Wait, alpha-" (Y/n) was shut up before they could finish as the alpha above took them right there and then...

⚔Next thing you took was his bandana😏

Sanji Vinsmoke 🚬🚬🚬

🚬Sanji loves your nest, his in there everytime when you allowed it made him feel so special. Because he is. He is your alpha mate duh. especially when you have your heat😏

🚬Butttttttt now his currently in a huge crisis.

🚬how did it happen... well...

🚬A while ago he finished making some delicious tropical drinks for the ladies and yours is made the best of the best.

🚬He made it exactly to your liking with every thought of you in mind, it made his alpha very pleasing to serve you.

🚬Despite what genders his omega is or how they met, he'd be on his hands and knees giving you all he has.

🚬He happily bouncing into the room where his omega's nest was built.

🚬"Look what daddy brought you my pup~" Sanji sang kneeling down to the nest opening the cover looking in the nest like tent.

🚬His smile dropped when his s/o was nowhere to be seen, thinking you must have left for the bathroom or something?

🚬"Oh well."

🚬Suddenly the ship rocked, a wave or one of Luffy's stupid doings.

🚬.... That was the least of his worries...

🚬The drink slipped from the tray spilling into (Y/n) nest!!!!

🚬😱!!!!!!!!!!!😱

🚬This was the end of him.

🚬That bring us to how he ended up in this situation to begin with.

🚬"No no no no no no !!!" Sanji panic pulling out the wet blankets and pillows with some of his shirts or pants.

🚬You just recently gave him free access at anytime to be in your nest, after this your not going to near your nest in his life time again

🚬He broke your trusts

🚬He shattered his nesting fantasies

🚬Its all down the drain

🚬is what he currently felt like while pulling all the wet stuff out.

🚬At some point the blanket he was pulling got stuck so he pulled harder bringing down the hole nest came crashing down.

🚬Now his fucked.

🚬Sinking to his weak knees as he tears drip from his eyes he got to an ugly sobbing, and his scent change to a gloomy disgusting scent one that he doubt you would want to be scented in.

🚬And worst of all fear of you declining a bond between the two of you.

🚬...

🚬(Y/n) opened the door immediately catching the sight of their alpha on the floor kneeling infront of the door his forehead though the floor boards.

🚬"Daddy, what happened?" You looked at your destroyed nest behind him and his scent made you hold you nose shutting it tightly for the first time, glance back down at the blonde, worried and confused.

🚬"Icameintogiveyoudrinkthanshipmovelostbalancedroppeddrinkonnesttridetockeanbutmadeitworstpleasedontleavemeilldoanything!!!!!!"

🚬"Huh?" (Y/n) titled their head to the side not getting anything he said, kneeling down on front of him, "Its okay, I can just fix the nest stop crying, is okay alpha." (Y/n) purred letting off a relaxing soft and sweet scent as he cooled him down his nerves stopped sky rocketing.

🚬Rubbing his back helped and your soft caring loving words lighten his atmosphere and his hopes.

🚬"Pup~"

🚬"Yes, daddy?~"

🚬"Sorry."

🚬"it's okay I'd never hate you for something that wasn't your fault, is fine your honest with me and tried to make it all better."

🚬"My pup~" Sanji yelled his mood completely turned squeezing the daylights out of his s/o

🚬"But you not allow in my nest for the next 2 weeks."

🚬*Sanji Instantly cried again*😭😭😭