#you're just one big adorable panda

[hoshigray]

Been thinking about this scenario a lot, but ex-husband! Toji, where you two are pretty chill with each other, even after five years of divorce. But the feelings between you two start to parade back after all these years, and it all comes boiling over after spending one night together.

A/n: Been a while since I've done one of these scenario thingies, plus this idea has been rotting my mind for a long time, and I needed it to get out, lol. I pushed back my Gojo fic to tmrw or Thursday because my brain was not feeling like re-reading 3-4k words while running on one hour of sleep. So, instead, we're dropping this in its stead. Sorry about that, and hope you like this while I fix the fic up later today :) Any grammar/spelling errors on this will be dealt with tmrw.

Cw: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - implied that reader is entering their mid 30s - starts out cute the first half but smutty the next, so minors DNI - implied that Tsumiki and Megumi are around middle school age; 12 (T) and 11 (M) - pining; Toji is whipped for you, I fear - Daddy kink - prone bone position + mating press - pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie, mama, princess) - cervix fucking - praise - itty-bitty-tiny overstimulation - closure; happy ending (?).

Wc: 3.4k (wow, way longer than the last one, lol)

Ex-husband! Toji...

...who you've divorced after being together for four years. It was a marriage built on love, convenience, and heartache. There is no denying that Toji loved you very much; if anything, the man would set the world ablaze if anything were to happen to you. Especially when you were the sweetest thing that blessed his presence and his two children who were young at the time — Tsumiki and Megumi at age three. The fact that you loved him as much as he loved you is beyond doubt in Toji's mind. However, somewhere down the line, you felt a "shadow" that you could not surpass nor fill — the late wife of Toji.

You could tell that Toji still had a piece of him that just couldn't let the memory of his late wife go, and you understood that. Hence why you chose to leave him, which was glum for all parties, but Toji understood where you were coming from and signed the papers.

...who's still chill with you after the divorce. You two promised not to act like complete strangers, especially with Tsumiki and Megumi being close to you. Just because the ring isn't on your finger doesn't mean you must change completely. The two of you are comfortable enough to be in each other's company, taking turns watching over the kids and acting like you're still married by poking fun at one another like the good days.

"Hey, big guy," Toji turns to the kitchen hallway where you're looking at him, his usual black coffee in his mug still sheltered in your apartment cupboards. "You look like shit; too tired to go to the clubs to find some minx to wow you enough like you used to?"

He snickers at your brazenness. "Shut up, brat. I could ask the same fr' you. Got some good dick on the side to help that attitude of yours, baby?" After checking around to see if the kids are nearby, you give him the middle finger. He chuckles before sipping his coffee.

...whose kids adore and love you so much that they secretly try to have you and Toji in the same place, which the two of you are entirely aware of. Five years passed after your separation, though that doesn't hinder the children from wanting you back in their lives again. Because to them, you are always a Fushiguro, and the love for you will always be there. It's there when you go to Tsumiki's soccer games and drag your ex-husband to find a better seat on the bleachers to watch her play. It's there when Megumi tells his father he "accidentally" left his baseball bat at your place and "unfortunately" now has to spend the night there (and you always receive them). And it's there when you promise to come along on family trips, like going to the zoo and taking pictures by the Panda enclosure with his daughter or going to the aquarium and listening intently to his son explain all the different types of jellyfish.

Toji can't blame his own kin for being attached to you because you are still a mother in their eyes. And so to his.

...who has his wedding ring on his dog-tag necklace but always tucks it under his shirt whenever you're present. It gives him a peace of mind when it comes to you because if he can't be there for you 24/7, he knows you're under his protection whenever you need it. But the thought of you knowing he still wears it makes him anxious, worried that you'll take it the wrong way and request he never wears it again. So, for his sake, he keeps you blind to this secret. And he wonders if you ever wear yours...

...who welcomes you without hesitation when you have to spend the night at his place because he notices you're too exhausted to go home so late. The only problem is that there's no other room outside the kids and Toji's. And as much you protest, expressing your satisfaction with taking the couch, your ex-husband disagrees and will carry you to bed, sneering to himself as you try to wiggle out of his stronghold until he smacks the bedroom door closed with his leg.

"I told you I was fine sleeping on the couch, Toji." You complain to him, yet your back is pressed against his chest with his arm around your waist.

"And I told you not gonna happen, princess." his hold around you gets tighter, pulling you closer for him to rest his chin on your shoulder. "You'd probably fall off and smack that pretty face of y'rs on the floor."

"I would not—You know what," you stooped from saying anything further to the man grinning behind your ear. You shift a bit to make yourself comfortable. "Goodnight, Toji. And thank you."

It takes every fiber in his being to not kiss your cheek then and there. Exhaling softly through his nostrils as he lays his head back on the pillow. "No problem, sweetheart."

...who the last time he had someone after your separation was not feeling it at all. You even said he is free to do whatever he wants when moving on to the next minx that caught his attention. You two are adults and shouldn't feel entitled to putting each other on a leash. Despite that, he knew moving on from you wouldn't be easy — especially in the bedroom.

The women he's had after you can only be counted on one hand. No matter how good the fun was with the others, his mind would always crawl back to you. It didn't matter how different their hair was, what they dressed that night, or how fucking good the sex was; you would cloud his mind in some way. They weren't you. They weren't his sweet thing.

...who's extremely perplexed in a nightclub when he sees you. He didn't want to go in the first place until Satoru Gojo barged into his apartment, dragged him out in his best attire, and left Nanami (another victim of Gojo's foolishness) to babysit Megumi and Tsumiki. And it was bad enough that Gojo snaked away from Toji to the dance floor the second they got inside, the raven-haired man almost popping a vein in vexation.

So the older man resorts to just doing the usual gig: walking around before sitting at the bar to ask for a regular beer. He stays there for nearly half an hour, taking sips of his bottle while sweet-talking to the ladies that occasionally find him and give him his number. Things got really loud when the DJ at the discothèque played "Up!" by Lil Vada and DonnySolo, all the party people crowding the floor, bumping and grinding each other while singing the lyrics. It was at this point that Toji had enough of the massive headache growing in his head, so he was about to down his beer and leave the club; Gojo be damned because the fucker could find his own way home and then some.

But midway through putting the beer bottle on his scarred lips, something in Toji's peripheral captures his attention. And his jade eyes go wide at what he sees.

Down to the right side of the dance floor are booths catered to bigger parties, so it's obvious to notice when a single person sits alone on one of the round tables while everyone else is dancing their hearts out. That one person was you, observing the dance floor with your head on your hand resting on the table.

To say that Toji was flabbergasted by the image of you in a place like this after all these years was tough for him to comprehend. Yet what really had him in a chokehold was how stunning you were. From where he stood, he could tell that you dolled yourself quite a bit. Your hair was kept in a style that displayed your face wholly, and you were wearing a beautiful halter-neck dress with slits revealing your thighs deliciously.

He forgets how to breathe when your eyes drift in his direction and find him. You're just as surprised as he is for a short moment, but you offer him a familiar smile and beckon him to come to your side of the club. The older man wastes no time, paying the bartender and making his way through the crowd to your table. When he's close enough, he can tell that your dress is backless, exposing your smooth skin that calls for him to touch.

And when Toji notices the ring on your left hand — the old wedding ring he gifted you — the world around him comes to a complete standstill.

"Hey, big guy." He snaps back to look at your beautiful face, your smile still there to blind him, and the booth far from the dance floor and music so he can listen to your sweet voice. You move to the side to make room for him to sit. "Didn't think I'd find you here."

"Me neither." He admits to you as he takes a seat, his green orbs never leaving your figure. "What are you doin' here?"

"Some friends dragged me out here for one of their birthdays. I figured I'd be here for a few hours and loosen up a bit, you know? But I don't know, I guess I'm just so used to being at my place that I'm out of practice with clubs."

Toji nods at your answer. "Yeah, I was dragged here, too. I'm with—"

"Gojo? Yeah, I thought so. He's right there dancing with my friends." He pans around to the dance floor to see commotion at the center. The snow-haired man was dancing as a crowd formed around him, getting grinded on by a woman with a "happy birthday" headband.

Gojo notices the raven-headed man staring his way, pulls down his shades, and winks. That's when the reason why Toji was brought here in the first place hits him. Gojo knew you would be here tonight because of your friend's birthday. And now that you two are sitting alone, the wink signaled Toji to make his move.

"....Wanna get the hell outta here?"

You giggle at his suggestion. "Yeah, I don't feel like watching my friends get pregnant on the dance floor."

Toji snickers and grabs your hand to lead you out of the booth. He then drapes his denim jacket over your shoulders to cover your exposed shoulders and back, and the two of you leave the club without anyone noticing a thing.

...who spends the rest of the night with you as if you two are on a date again. It's late, so many shops around the area are closed already, but that doesn't stop the two of you from having fun. From sharing a meal at a nearby diner, walking around a shopping plaza admiring the silent ambiance, and listening to old tunes in his car as you two share stuff about your day while holding hands. And the change of mood completely baffles Toji. Nevertheless, when he sees the smile on your face and hears the sweet tune of your laughter, the grasp on your hand gets tighter with every minute. All his intentions go into enjoying having you with him like this again.

...who stays by your side until he has to drop you off at your place, parked his car to walk you to your apartment door. It's 1 o'clock in the morning, way later than Toji ever intended to stay out. Not that it matters now, because it's all worth it being able to walk with you. He doesn't let go of your hand even when his heart dies a little when you two arrive at your door.

"Had a good time?" You ask while unlocking the door; your eyes showcase subtle exhaustion but are overshadowed by your smile.

"Sure as hell did since I saw you at the club." He confesses, your chuckles casting a spell on him.

"Hmm, I'm glad you were there too, Toji." You meant those words, your eyes gazing into his, and the man's plunged deep into your gorgeous orbs. A feeling that he now realizes he wants to be the only one experiencing with you.

An awkward silence for a few seconds prompts you to snatch your hand away from his, causing his stomach to drop. "Sorry, your jacket" is what you use to excuse yourself, moving to take off the denim jacket. But Toji stops you, his hands stationed on your shoulders to keep you still.

"No, it's cold, sweetie." His voice is hushed, only for you to hear. "You can give it back next time."

Silence comes back again, but the air is heavier this time. The awkwardness is replaced with something more solicitous, more affectionate. You notice it when Toji has yet removed his hands from your shoulders, his large palms warming you up to the touch.

"Toji—"

"It's alright, baby." His gruff tone is still a whisper, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. "I won't do anythin'."

"No, no," you don't know what came over you, but you place your hands on his chest. Then your finger touches something from underneath his turtleneck, having you pull his collar down to pull out the dog-tag necklace that still harbors his old wedding ring. Toji's blood shifts to ice cold when you see the accessory — his anxiousness spikes up to an all-time high, only mere seconds from combusting based on whatever your response will be. And it comes.

"I...I want you to do something, Toji." It felt strange saying those words with your shaky confidence, though it's what you wished to express. "I want you..."

And just like that, whatever restraint that the older man had for you was butchered away. Emerald eyes take in every feature of your anticipating expression, and his lips come crashing down on yours.

...who couldn't care less how late it is right now because he finally has you where he wants you after all these years. It's 2:30 in the morning, way too late for loud noises as they'll disrupt the neighbors next door. But, again, Toji doesn't care about that. When he finally has you lying under him on your stomach, screaming out his name while he drives his cock deep inside you, what is there to care about?

The two of you are in the prone bone position, where you lie flat on your belly on the cream-white satin sheets of your bed, your legs in between Toji's and bare ass out for him to have easy access to your creamy cunt that hugs onto him all so well.

Tears paint your wet and sweaty face, drool escapes from the corner of your mouth and meets the sheets beneath you. The harsh thrusts of Toji's pelvis hitting your ass with such precision have you see stars, and his big hands keep your arms still. All you can hear are the ecstatic cries of your voice and the noises of skin smacking together.

"Nnmph!! Haaaah!! Ahhhh, yesssss, Daddy, just like that," your voice feels strained from all the screaming you've been doing for the past hour. Lips are swollen from the constant biting, your butt stinging from the intense contact with your ex-husband's pelvis. It's hard to think of anything but the man above you and his dick rearranging your slit like his personal toy. You never thought you'd experience this exhilarating and rewarding sensation again. And now that you do, it's all you want to indulge in. "H-Harder, pleaseeee, I want mo—Ahhhnnn!"

Toji grinds his hips down to your ass, churning your insides and grazing your cervix to the point of incoherent babbles. "Mmmm, oooh, shit, fuckin' shit. You're too tight on me, mama." He gives you a sharp thrust when you least expect it, and the walls of your chasm clamping down on his length has him hiss. It's hard to believe you're permitting him to have you like this. It's been five years. Five years of respectful boundaries and keeping a platonic relationship. Five years of denying feelings of want and desire. All those years of heavy guilt suddenly lifted from his shoulders just for him to have you under his bow again, your body quivering and voice shaky because of his touch.

It feels so surreal...But, God, Toji missed this so goddamn much. Missing your eyes, your smile, your touch, your body. Just you. Only you. "Hnnngh!! Damn, you feel so fuckin' good, baby. Can never have enough..."

"Mnnaaaah! Daddy, I'm gonna cummm, I'm gonna—Oooohh!!" The tip of his shaft scrapes the upper walls of your vagina, your brain pounding so hard to the point it hurts. "Pleaseee, let me cum, Daddyyy..."

He can tell you're close and senses your orgasm climbing up with his. That's when the pace of his hips goes erratically fast, jabbing your sweet spots and tender cervix, causing more tears to come down and your peak to finally release for the third time that night. As you cream on his cock, Toji's not too far from his own crescendo. Your velvety walls contract around his member divinely, and the older man spills his load into your quivering figure.

You're allowed to experience the aftershocks of your orgasm as you two let your bodies calm down, Toji laying his chest on your sweaty, heaving back. He then slowly removes his dick from your chasm, and the essence of your unioned sex feels cold while sliding down your inner thighs.

"Haaaaah...Mmmm, thank you, Toji." You whimper out as he lays kisses down your neck and shoulders. "Thank you..."

But little did you know that it wasn't the last of it. Before you could apprehend what was going on, Toji already had you flipped over to your back, stationing your legs on his shoulders to a mating press. And you see that his cock is not limp yet...

W-Wait a damn second—

"T-Toji, wait, hold on!" You try to rationalize with the man who aligns his shaft to your gushing vulva, and your sweat runs cold. "It's getting late. I just came three times already! We should—Nmmmph!!"

The head of his cock slides right in thanks to the slick and come lubricating your opening. Adding his weight onto you as he pushes his length deep into your chasm again, you cry choked sobs when he meets your cervix again, and his pelvis rubs against your clitoris. "Sorry, mama. Just lemme finish here, 'kay? Daddy missed havin' you like this, so I wanna give you all of me while I still can."

...who has your fatigued self lying on his chest, rubbing circles on your back and placing soft kisses on your forehead as you feel the effects of sleep slowly creep up on you. The lights are now off, the moonlight bargaining from the curtains being the only light source as you two are ready to gather whatever amount of sleep you can get.

"Hey, baby." But before that, Toji wants your attention for the last time before you sleep.

"Mhmm?" Your eyes are closed, but your ears are still open to listen.

His eyes drift down to the left hand that lays motionless on his chest. The gem on the ring flashes softly for it to be distinguishable. "How come you were wearin' your ring at the club?"

A few seconds go by before you give him the honest truth. "Same reason you wear yours. I always wear it when going out somewhere or alone someplace. Gives people the idea that I'm not ready for anyone else."

"Then why not wear it when I'm around?"

You giggle breathlessly. "Same reason why you don't let me see yours. I don't need a ring when I have you with me. A ring doesn't compare to my big man who will love and protect me wherever we go."

And Toji doesn't ask anything else after that. He lets you fall asleep in his arms and listens to your breathing follow a melodic rhythm. Your words stick with him even when his eyes close, and he soon falls into a deep sleep.

It's far-fetched to think that you two will be married again. Maybe it's possible in his dreams, but not in the real world. Regardless, Toji knows he will always stand beside you and be there for you. With or without a ring that's merely evidence of your love to outsiders. He knows you love him, and that's all he needs to keep moving. And if he could have you as his wife again, he'd sweep you off your feet in a heartbeat.

[neoarchipelago]

Hybrid AU with Squad 141 and reader is a Red Panda hybrid.

The boys just love to cuddle them, pet their ears and tail. They get so flustered and slightly annoyed to be treated like some kind of plushie. But they also melt every time one of them swings by their room in need of comfort to cuddle them. Big fluffy tail wrapping around the man's waist. Eventually letting them fall asleep.

Hybrid!reader who gets lots of looks of 'cute' 'adorable' 'fluffy' to the point everyone wants to touch their tail or ears, much to reader's dismay.

Boys try to not interfere per Reader's request, they can handle it they say. Until one day, reader ignores some nasty recruit who wants to pet their tail and reader refuses politely after a constant, annoying request from the recruit. Until the idiot decides that if he wants the tail, he'll get it, as he grabs it with force in a tight grasp, making reader yelp in pain. Attracting immediately the attention of the Team. Ghost ain't even in the room but he heard it, comes barging in as soap and gaz are already on the situation.

You get extra cuddles and attention that night. No one dares touching your tail until you're comfortable. Word is spread about what happened to the recruit after daring to touch you. Now no one even dares uttering a word of praise or a request to touch you. They know you're off boundaries. You belong to them.

[mandarinmoons]

Be my Valentine? - Spencer Reid

A/N: Happy Valentine's day loves! You're all my valentines <3

Spencer’s head was a mess. Valentine’s day was only a few days away and he was determined to ask you to be his Valentine.

You were the newest member of the BAU team and you hit it off with Spencer right away. You were kind and always listened to the new fun facts Spencer had learned, unbeknownst to you he would sometimes stay up well past his bedtime to look up more interesting factoids so he could keep talking to you. He was so hooked that at one point he even went on google to gather more talking points, knowing what a technophobe this man is, this was a big deal.

One late night at the office he went over to Garcia’s cave to get some pointers. From what started as not knowing how to put his feelings into words, he ended up pacing back and forth in the cramped office, going on about how he loved when the sunlight hit your eyes to how endearing he found your habit of humming a tune when trying to focus on your work. Garcia’s lips had formed into a small pout and her eyes were pretty much glassy by the time Spencer had finished, the little (read as humongous) crush he had on you was more adorable than a sneezing panda video, as Garcia put it.

Penelope knew that Spencer was not very experienced in the world of dating and kept her advice for him simple, 

“Remember when you pulled out a penny from behind her ear? What if you pulled a rose this time?”

Spencer rubbed his neck, “I’m not sure if I can do that, but what if…”

When Valentine’s day finally rolled around Spencer took a deep breath as he braced himself to walk over to your desk. His palms were clammy and he felt like his heart was going to race out of his chest. His shaky legs made his way to your desk and he cleared his throat. As you glanced up at him and smiled his mind suddenly went blank and he forgot his words.

"Spencer you okay?”

Spencer blinked his eyes and looked to the side for a moment as he gathered his thoughts

“Y-Yeah I just, I have a new trick to show you!”

“Oh, do show!”

Spencer took a deep breath and reached behind your ear and pulled out a small heart shaped card which he handed to you. With big eyes you read what was written,

"Without your light my days are so glum, but when you walk into the room my mind goes dumb.”

You chuckled and looked up at Spencer and saw that he had managed to pull out a red rose. He cleared his throat and looked down at the flower he held in his shaky fingers, “I know it isn’t much, but,” before Spencer could finish his sentence you stood up from your seat and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Spencer’s eyes went wide as he looked down on you.

"I’d love to be your valentine.”

“Really?”

You nod and kiss his cheek again, “Really.”

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[kichikichiko]

Hey

Can i please hsc dating for Po (kung-fu panda)

What do you like about him?

AAAAA MY FIRST KUNG FU PANDA REQUEST!! I'd be delighted to do this anon Po is my 2nd favourite character after Tai Lung :>>>>>>

Synopsis: headcanons of dating Po the dragon warrior!

Pairing: Po x kung fu gn! Reader (Animal type is up to you)

Cw: headcanon, fluff, probably not proofread, Po is a sweetheart what else to say???

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“What do you like about him?” someone asks you.

Po is the Dragon warrior of the valley of Peace, of course everyone loves him, but no one loves him more than you do.

When you and Po make it official, he basically would talk about it NON STOP.

Out on a mission? He tells the furious 5 that he misses you already, even though he just left the valley a minute ago.

AND can see your figure in the distance, watching him wave farewell by the bridge

Out to another part of China and staying at an inn? He’d tell the innkeeper about having a partner and would tell them all the amazing things about you

Maybe even the embarrassing ones too, but not on purpose!

He just pays close attention to you, loves you and every part of you

He fights enemies? Po had always been one to talk during battle. So to no one’s surprise, as he’s kicking butts he’d tell the enemy that he has a partner that he so adores, and who he misses so much

It gets pretty annoying for the enemies to the point they just have the urge to beat him up even more. Not that they can but oh well.

One of Po’s favourite moments is when he sees your face when he comes back from a mission

Your smile and the way you’d run up to him to give him a big hug.

You're smaller than him. But even then, he could feel how tight you wrap your (wings/paws/arms) around him.

Just by your hug alone he can tell how much you missed him as well

“Po you're back! How was the mission? Were you hurt?” you’d ask while checking his whole body for any cuts, injuries and bruises.

If you catch him come back home with an injury no matter how small, you’d yell and panic while dragging him back to the village to attend to him

Even if he tell you over and over it’s fine and that it doesn't hurt as much, you refuse to let him walk around with an injury

He loves that you care so much about him.

Po loves to bring back souvenirs for you as well when he goes out on a mission.

Be it keychains, posters, food or anything.

If he sees something cool that he knows you’d like.. he’d get it.

You appreciate all of the gifts he gives you and keep it on a shelf in your home that is dedicated to the stuff Po gives you.

Whenever he visits your place, he’d take a glance at that shelf and smile to himself.

Happy that you appreciate his gifts enough to dedicate a whole shelf for it.

Po makes some of the best noodles in the village

He is the son of Mr. Ping, the goose who owns the best noodle shop in the valley

Whenever you both decide to have a chill date, you’d both go up your favourite hill and enjoy some of Po’s noodles

“Po seriously you can do EVERYTHING! Kick butts, save the world and make noodles!” you praised him, while gulping down his noodles

“Nahhh my dad makes the best noodles, but I am very good at kicking butts and saving the world" he chuckles, acting all so humble.

You don’t argue though

because even if he thinks he doesn’t make the best noodles, he is right about being good at his job as the dragon warrior.

Po also appreciates that you don’t date him just because he is the dragon warrior.

You don’t treat him like a trophy, make his job the main focus of everything.

You see Po for Po, and you are with him BECAUSE he is him, not the dragon warrior.

If Po starts doubting who he is as a person, you gently remind him and lead him back to the right path and show him who he truly is.

“Never lose sight of who you are, Po.”

When the valley is in danger, his very first instinct is to find you and protect you. He knows that the safety of everyone else in the valley is in good hands… paws and wings.

He’d (try) run to where you live and when he finds you he will be very relieved.

If you are unharmed this is how he’d react:

“(Name) I’m so glad you're safe” and just like you, he’d check your body for any injuries. “I’ll get you out of here okay? Just stay with my dad and I’ll find you once this is all over.”

“Okay, please be careful Po,” you nodded in agreement, holding his paws with a worried expression.

“I promise.” He would do anything to keep his promise. Po couldn't bear to break it

If you are harmed this is how he’d react:

When Po finds you harmed, be it with any of your body parts stuck under rubble or getting an injury that causes you to be in pain…

He’d panic and the anger sets in

He’d save you first, carry you bridal style and run away from the scene leaving the enemy (if there is any) with the furious 5 “You're going to be just fine (name)! I promise you so don’t leave me now!”

It’s clear in his face that he is very, very worried for you and your wellbeing

Po would put the blame on himself if he ever lost you.

Will think it's all his fault that he wasn't by your side to protect you

You being attentive as always even when in pain, realise this and gently smiled at him with all the strength you have left

“Po, I’m going to be just fine, okay? Don’t worry. I won’t leave you”

With your whispered reassurance, he becomes less tense and nods. Believing your words.

There was just no way you’d leave him here all alone. You will be with him through every step of the way, and him with you.

When everything is done and he defeats the enemy, he’ll find you ( and his dad) immediately.

Overall, Po would be a wonderful boyfriend. He may not be smart, but he does make you feel loved, safe, happy and content.

And that is truly, all that matters.

“Everything” you respond with a smile.

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[bruciemilf]

omg i love protective batkids do you have anything else for it?

I gotta say; I absolutely adore protective baby Jason Todd. Like literal, actual, 4 year old Jason Todd who's the adorable version of a leech making Bruce's suitors' life hard as hell

But it's so hard to stay mad at the kid; And his brother. And their fairly scary but kind little sister, Cass. Tim is the baby to fear, thought. Those panda onesies are hilariously misleading.

Dick tries (lies) to keep them in line when Bruce has a date, but so far? Mysteriously hasn't worked.

Jason will cling to Bruce's leg, and his damned toddler limbs aren't strong enough to drag him back to the blanket fort he slithered away from, -- but their connection is magnetic;

Jason knows when his Papi isn't there, even half asleep and dozy on warm milk and cocoa biscuits. It's a sudden, quick thing, but it hurts. He's not above crying. " No!"

" Jay, It'll be for a few hours, you'll see me in the morning, --"

" NO!"

"Jason! We don't yell in front of guests!"

Clark Kent is too mousey and too nervous and too much of a teddy bear for all his height. He's never seen someone taller than Bruce! The taller people are, the stronger they are.

This reporter may look nice, but Jason's not buying it. Not even when Clark chuckles and tries to shake his hand and Jason just shrieks, hard, and loud, and faceplants the floor.

"Is he done? I'm trying to watch Scooby-Doo."

Bruce is rubbing his temples like never before, of that, Jason has no doubt, " Not helping, Dickie. And I thought I told you to hold him back because Clark was coming."

Dick is by far the worse one between them; At least when Jason's being bad, he doesn't lie about it, "Did I? Must've forgot. Guess you have to cancel?"

Cass, 6, yawns and wants to be picked up as well, but Jason suspects it's because he wants to get closer to biting range in case this Clark guy gets any fun ideas. It wouldn't be the first time.

Before Bruce can hopefully agree, Clark Kent The Glasses Guy opens his big mouth, and says he'd be more than happy to have a stay in date, " It'd be very cozy. I'm very good at late night snacks."

Papi loves midnight snacks; This guy is a cheater.

Jason raises like he's never been down at all, and clings to Bruce, and makes grabby hands, which Bruce gives him with a sigh, and Dick calls him a spoiled brat, which makes Jason tear up,

" M'not a brat,"

Its not Bruce that comforts him first, but Clark's mellow voice, " Hey. Of course you're not. You love your daddy a whole lot, don't you?"

Jason nods. Of Course. Who wouldn't love Bruce?

" I get it; You just want him to be safe. You held your own pretty hard in there," Clark grins like he approves, and Bruce, teary because Jason was teary, scoffs, wiping his eyes on Jason's fluffy hair,

" Don't encourage him or you'll never have a second date out of here."

" I can't make my pancakes anywhere else, so that works for me. Now. You want ice-cream on there?"

Dick and Jason agree that while Clark Kent is on thin ice, his pancakes sure as hell aren't.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Cawcaw cawcaw, Harpy anon is back. And I have thoughts.

I know I was the one who previously came up with Harpy Pomefiore, but I've been thinking and making Rook into an Aplca has caused me to go down a rabbit hole. I can't help but imagine him with his bangs all froofy and curly. And his stupid lil hat that has ear holes so he doesn't squish his pointy ears. He's no longer a predator animal, but honestly I think it fits more with the Rook we meet in the actual game than we as the Fandom perceive him. But it does mean less exciting nights without Owl Rook.

Also, Harpy Chicken Deuce. It needed to be said. He's just a dumb lil bird and he's adorable. Aside from that I came up with Fennec Fox Ace, Red Panda Cater, Brown Bear Trey, and Mouse Riddle. I don't know if any of these have been proposed to you already but I've been having brain rot about it for a while now.

Imagine Riddle trying to stop a fight between the screaming chicken and the scheming fox. The mousy boy has zero chance of getting anything done. It isn't until Trey wakes up from one of his naps to scold them.

Speaking of Trey, Imagine what winters like with brown bear Trey. Expect to be cuddled to death and back. And also be prepared to be hand fed a lot because to him you're just a sweet lil human who needs him to help feed you and keep you warm. No amount of convincing and can tell him otherwise.

Also Red Panda Cater is just so cute. Funfact, red pandas will put their arms up in the air when threatened to make themselves seem bigger than they actually are. Imagine jumpscaring him and the first thing he does is just put his hands up in the air like he's been caught with something.

Just thoughts I wanted to share!

💓💓💓

Even as a cute floof, no one is safe from Rook.

For real though, I love alpaca.

That's me meeting Rook.

And the babies look long and silly.

Riddle would make such a cute mousey mouse. I would want to feed him and give him smooches.

With the history between foxes and chickens, you just know Ace is gonna make jokes about eating Deuce. Dude needs to be careful though since angry roosters are no joke.

Trey would make such a good bear; I would love for his fur to match his hair so he's just a big old green bear. Catch him curled up for a nap and you might mistake him for a bush.

I would kill to see him do the back scratch dance they do.

He would give the absolute beast bear hugs and the naps/cuddles would be amazing. Oh, and getting to touch his big old paw claw hands. I bet he would love to compare the size of your hands to his.

Ah, and we know how bears are all about food, you will indeed be well-fed.

That thing about red pandas is so cute, he would probably have to deal with the others scaring him on purpose because of it, similar to why the other guys like to scare their human. The reactions are just so cute.

[talentlesshuman]

i came to know your art from the illustrations you're doing for OL2 and just now your chinese miku was in the previews of the artists of tumblr tag and omg!! i love it so much, your style is adorable 💝 hope you have a great day, i just thought that was a fun coincidence

Aw thank you!! That makes me feel good :3 glad you enjoy my work✨❤️

I really love my chinese miku design but i gotta mention i didn’t grow up in china and I’m just chinese american! But some things i thought were missing from other chinese miku designs that i loved about the original brazillian miku were :

1) the incorporation of the flag (its very charming, and immediately recognizable!) and making a pretty simple design. A big thing i see with miku designs are beautiful and intricate, but they’re not very easy to recreate!

2) the modern/contemporary vibe of the character. A lot of international miku designs have beautiful traditional clothing, which is great! But i think the appeal of being something modern is that the people actually living in those places can see themselves in them. The original brazillian miku had flipflops, sports jersey, and a bikini! Which i don’t think are traditional clothing, but is emblematic of ppl who live there now!

This is where I lack experience, since I didn’t grow up or live in china, I don’t know the culture of casual popular fashion in china. For this reason I chose to incorporate some traditional chinese clothing aspects (tang dynasty suit and minguo aoqun) and altered the fit with some of my modern preferences :)

3) the recognizable personality in the miku! I feel one of the reasons the brazillian miku got popular was because of the confident/cool/laid back/somewhat chaotic personality she was given! I feel like a lot of mikus with beautiful traditional clothes have a very elegant, soft, happy personality, which is nice! But not super memorable. I wanted my mikus to stand out, so i tried making them very food focused 😋😋😋 I hope to draw more of them interacting to make that personality come out stronger!

I set out with these three goals in mind, but also I was greatly inspired by this DECO* miku design! I couldn’t get it out of my head when I saw it. if it weren’t so complicated + incorporated the flag, I would’ve taken it as the chinese miku from the get-go. The color palette reminded me of mahjong tiles, so I included the mahjong suites onto the sleeve of my design (as well as the panda). Its just so cutee.

Also, as an asian american, the biggest thing for me to see in media to make me feel represented is black hair and eyes, which is why I included black roots/dyed hair of my mikus. I recognize most of the cultures out there also have a majority population of black hair/eyes, but this was just a personal thing for me :)

As a final note, my friend @reidiantdawn who is also chinese american drew a chinese miku too! Featuring miku in hanfu, a popular traditional chinese garb.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to lay out all my chinese miku design thoughts! This isn’t what you asked for, but I sure love to yap!

edit: ALSO with regards to my chinese-american miku, I went with a take-out box shirt design because chinese american takeout is pretty integral to american culture! Growing up, i saw that most people around me only recognized chinese culture through our food! :P There are jokes about that out there, but this is honestly probably one of our biggest cultural exports. The rest of the fashion is mostly like.... i guess just things I would've done if i were more confident lol

[doumadono]

Cooongrats on 3k again...

Sooo I came to ask for one more...

I'd like to politly ask for Nanami x fem!reader - mini fik with - "Realizing they’re falling in love”

Just on lil thing. We all know Nanami, big, handsome and serious... What if reader was complete opposite! Small, pretty, playful and colorful. That would be interesting ya know!

Opposites attract

Game night - Nanami x Reader

Synopsis: you find yourself paired with Nanami during the game night organized by Gojo following yet another successful mission A/N: thank you, darling, you're the most adorable! I appreciate you requesting the second fic for my celebration. I hope you'll enjoy this little story ♥

MASTERLIST

After yet another successful mission, Gojo decided to host a celebration at Tokyo Jujutsu High's dormitory. The atmosphere was lively and filled with laughter as the students gathered to unwind after a job well done. Much to your surprise, Gojo had extended invitations to other sorcerers for the gathering, and among them was Kento Nanami, who had been your reliable partner during the mission.

As you entered the party, your eyes couldn't help but seek out Nanami, the tall and handsome sorcerer with a serious demeanor. You had always admired him from afar, but working together during the mission had doubled those feelings. Your heart fluttered whenever he was near, and you found yourself hoping to be paired with him during the games Gojo had prepared for the party.

When Gojo announced the teams for the first game, Curse Word Puzzle, luck was on your side. You and Nanami were paired together, and your heart skipped a beat in excitement. Your opponents were none other than Gojo and Itadori, making it an interesting matchup.

Teams were given a puzzle to solve, but the pieces were cursed. Each piece would only fit into the correct position once a jujutsu technique was used on it. The team that solved the puzzle first would win.

As the game began, you and Nanami effortlessly coordinated with each other. Your playful and creative ideas were complemented by his strategic thinking. It was as if you had an unspoken understanding that allowed you to work together seamlessly.

"Take things slow, Y/N. Think carefully, consider everything twice," Kento told you, giving you a quick glance.

Throughout the game, you found yourself stealing glances at Nanami, noticing the way his brows furrowed in concentration and how a small smile graced his lips whenever you came up with an unconventional solution. Was he genuinely fond of working with you? You hoped so.

You and Nanami won, of course.

As the evening went on, you and Nanami made a formidable team, taking the lead in the games against others. The more you worked together, the more your feelings for him intensified. It wasn't just admiration anymore; it was something deeper, something that made your heart race and your cheeks flush whenever he was near.

During the final game, Blindfolded Obstacle Course, which involved navigating through an obstacle course blindfolded, you and Nanami faced the challenge head-on. He guided you with steady instructions, and you trusted him implicitly, feeling a sense of security in his guidance.

With his help, you navigated the obstacles with grace and skill, leaving your opponents, Panda and Fushiguro trailing behind. As you reached the finish line, you couldn't contain your excitement, and you turned to Nanami, your eyes shining with joy as you took the blindfold off. "We did it, Nanami-san! We make such an amazing team!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine happiness as you jumped in your place, clapping your hands.

He smiled, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "Indeed, we do," he replied, a touch of pride lingering in his voice.

As the party continued, you and Nanami found yourselves spending more time together, drinking, laughing and sharing stories from the missions and your lives. It felt like the world around you faded away, and it was just the two of you in that moment.

You realized that your feelings for Nanami were undeniable. There was something about him that drew you in like a moth to a flame, and working alongside him had only strengthened that connection. Nanami's serious demeanor and strong presence were appealing to you. Not to mention he was so handsome!

As the night progressed, you and Nanami sought a moment of tranquility away from the bustling dormitory, making your way to the serene rooftop to embrace the quiet of the night. Itadori and Nobara, sharing the same desire for peace, were already there, savoring their drinks in the solace of the moonlit sky, far from prying eyes.

The moonlight cast a gentle glow, and the cool breeze added a touch of comfort to the atmosphere.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage to express your feelings. "Nanami-san," you began, your voice a little shaky, "I have to tell you something."

He turned to look at you, his gaze soft and attentive. "Go ahead," he encouraged, taking a sip of his drink.

"I… I've had a crush on you for a while now," you admitted, your cheeks turning pink. "But working with you today, it made me realize that my feelings for you have grown even stronger. I… I think I'm falling in love with you, Nanami-san. I understand it may sound cliché, but that's truly how I feel. Please forgive me…"

For a moment, there was silence, and you feared that you had overstepped or made things awkward between you two. But then Nanami reached for your hand, holding it gently in his large one. "I had a feeling you might feel that way," he said softly, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "And I must admit, I find myself drawn to you too. Your colorful spirit brings joy to those around you, and I can't help but be captivated by it. It's intriguing."

Your heart soared at his words, and a wide smile spread across your face. "Really?" you asked, unable to hide your happiness.

He chuckled, a sound that warmed your heart. "Yes, really. I've tried to keep my feelings in check, but being with you tonight made it clear that I can't ignore them any longer. I like spending time with you, Y/N."

With a surge of boldness, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. It was a soft and tender moment, filled with the realization that your feelings were reciprocated.

As you pulled away, Nanami's gaze held a mixture of fondness and sincerity. "I'm glad we can be honest with each other," he said, his voice warm and genuine.

"Me too," you replied, a sense of contentment washing over you. "I don't know where this will lead, but I'm excited to find out."

Nanami smiled, a rare and beautiful sight that made your heart flutter. "I am too," he said, leaning in to press another soft kiss to your lips.

In that rooftop embrace, you both realized that you had found something special.

divider by: @cafekitsune

[wwouldvecouldveshouldve]

bsd characters with an s/o or sister with an animal-related ability

god that's a long-ass title sorry nonnie :/ still, here it is! :)

[ ft. verlaine, koyo, and platonic! kyoka ]

You have a lion ability [ you're already dating ]. Verlaine isn't afraid of you at all, he really thinks your ability makes you a big kitty. When he's in a soft mood, he'll certainly treat you as such.

When I tell you he'd buy you anything you'd like: custom headphones, cat toys, all the food you could ever want, well- heh. He's a generous guy with those who he trusts. He never calls you a big kitty, however. Calling you anything but a human would make him inhuman, and he feels a little more like you when you're together.

Ozaki adores your raccoon form. Shoulder rides, sneaking around, the only thing she has the heart to scold you for is when it comes to eating trash you stinky panda (affectionately (you bathe together)). She will not hesitate to scoop you up at any given moment and not let you go for the forseeable future. Once you've wormed your way into her heart, she won't let go. Still, she is afraid of getting hurt. More afraid than being hurt herself is YOU being injured, so she will not let any harm come to you, even though she indulges your adventurous and sneaky side.

You're a bunny, obviously. She was ecstatic at the idea of ever being a big sister, let alone taking care of a rabbit. Kyouka can't say no to you, and is fairly confident that she can and will protect you from all harm. She follows you around, which is the least she can do to protect you, as your big sister. She tries to not be as overprotective as Koyo, but sometimes she'll be violent with those who threaten you and so it's your job to keep her as her usual self. Normally, she'll just watch you and play with you (quality time is a favorite of hers), but she also enjoys going to restaurants and eating with you.

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One request down, one (right now) to go! Requests are always opennnn and reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated! Love you all and have a wonderful day/night. <33

[wheels-of-despair]

The Ups and Downs of Dating a Trash Panda Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman's first date doesn't go exactly as planned… but everything works out in the end. Obviously. Contains: First date, questionable choices, proof that a good cheeseburger can fix anything. Words: 2.6k

"What, no dress?"

"Shut up."

"You really ought to put in a little effort."

"Cram it, dork."

"Guys like it when you get all prettied up for them."

"How would you know?"

"Maybe some lipstick."

"Good idea, can I borrow yours?"

"You're no fun," your brother grumbles before he gets tired of his annoying little game and leaves your doorway.

As if getting dressed for a first date isn't already stressful enough.

You don't know why you're stressing. The guy is perfect. You'd only known him for a week, but you were already completely crazy about him. He was funny, he was gorgeous, he scared you just the right amount, he had good taste in music. (Although you did dock points for being a Dio fan. He claimed he could get you to come around. As if your loyalty to The Ozz-Man could be tested by some pretty metalhead who was obsessed with the pint-sized weirdo that tried to replace a legend. Pfft.)

You settled on dark jeans, a shirt that your mom would call a "blouse", and relatively new Converse that hadn't been drawn on yet. The white parts were still white and everything. Yup, you think as you look in the mirror one last time, this is about as good as it's gonna get.

You decide to wait out the rest of the time in the kitchen, so you could dart outside as soon as you heard the van and not have to suffer through any awkward introductions.

You didn't even have time to sit down before you heard the unmistakable roar of that monstrous van.

"Leaving, I'll probably be back by dawn!" you yell before ducking out and making a beeline toward the driveway… where some vaguely familiar dweeb is getting out of Eddie's van.

"Hey."

"Who are you and what have you done with the feral trash panda I'm supposed to be going out with tonight?" you ask before you can stop yourself. You can't help it; he's wearing stiff jeans without holes in them, a tucked-in button-up without any stains on it, and freshly polished combat boots. He's even made an effort to tame his hair.

His pale face immediately turns red, and you curse yourself and your big mouth.

"Kidding. You look good." Oh god, he's going to just turn around and leave, isn't he? Honestly, you wouldn't blame him.

"Thanks," he says shyly, which feels even more out of character for him than the clothes do. "You do too."

"Ready to head out, or did you want to go in and get grilled?"

He gulps and spins on his heel. You follow him back toward the van and try not to smile as he gets halfway around the front before turning back, darting in front of you, and opening the passenger door. This adorable awkwardness is doing wonders for your nerves.

"Thank you, kind sir," you say with a wink as you get in. His eyes go big, and it takes him a second longer than it should to remember to shut the door. He hustles to the other side, jumps in, and starts the engine without looking at you. You're not used to having this effect on anyone. You're quite enjoying it.

In the week you'd known him, nearly every minute you'd spent together had been spent talking. Even when the teacher of the one class you shared together told you - well, him - to shut up and pay attention, you'd continued your conversation on paper. You had an entire notebook dedicated to Conversations with Eddie now.

But aside from the cassette mix blaring through his speakers, this ride was utterly silent. You wanted desperately to say something funny to ease the tension, but you were suddenly as tongue-tied as he was. What the hell is that about?

When you get into the little town you're still not completely familiar with, Eddie whips his van into a parking spot in front of a brick building.

"Uh… Italian good?"

Well done, Munson, three whole words. "Yup, that works."

He grins and jumps out, coming to open your door, but you beat him to it. You're quite capable of opening your own car door. You'll need to break him of that quick.

He gives you a funny look, but recovers as you join him on the sidewalk. He takes long strides toward the restaurant's front door and gives you a triumphant smirk as he holds it open for you. Yeah, okay, you win this one.

The second you step inside, you feel out of place. This is a fancy restaurant. White linen tablecloths, candles and fresh flowers on the tables, waiters wearing ties. Even with your attempts to dress up, you both still stick out like sore thumbs.

"Table for two, please," Eddie tells the hostess. She looks the pair of you up and down, puts her badly painted eyebrows back into place, and gives you a fake smile.

"Right this way," she says sweetly, leading you to a small table in the back. On the way, you pass a couple you've seen in school, all dressed up and eating with one of their families. They look at you with surprise, and the boy leans over to whisper something to the girl. Her eyes never leave you. Fantastic.

Eddie holds out your chair, clearly haven been coached on how to treat a lady, and you sit. He takes a seat across from you, and you both look around the dimly lit restaurant. This is the kind of place rich old men from three towns over bring their mistresses, or where seniors take their prom dates. What the hell?

"Come here often?" you ask, half-joking. His face reddens again.

"Not really," he admits.

"Good evening," your tie-wearing waiter greets before you can make Eddie any more uncomfortable. "Can I start you off with drinks as you peruse our menu?" He hands you each a laminated sheet.

"Uh… Mountain Dew?" The waiter's nose twitches at Eddie's request. "Same," you say with a mildly sarcastic smile.

"Very well," the waiter says, giving you a hard look down his crooked nose before leaving you alone. You feel like a kid who's been mistakenly seated at the adult's table… until you look at the menu. And then you look up at Eddie. His eyes are wide, probably for the same reason yours are: these prices are ridiculous.

"I don't even know what half this stuff is," you mumble, scanning the list in horror.

"Me either," Eddie admits. If he keeps going red like this, his head's going to explode before the night ends.

"Have you ever been here before?" you ask, genuinely this time.

"No," he says, almost guiltily, chewing his bottom lip.

"This doesn't really seem like us, does it?" You're trying to be as gentle as possible, for Eddie's sake, but you hate everything about this place. The flowers stink, the candle is giving you black lung, and you're feeling more claustrophobic by the second. You also suspect you'll both end up washing dishes to get out of here. Bet the people from school would love to see that.

"Do you want to bail?" he asks quietly, almost like he fears your answer.

"On you? No. On this overpriced shithole? Hell yeah." His face lights up, and he looks around to see if you're being watched. You are. Fuck it. "C'mon," you stand up, instinctively taking his hand and pulling him up to follow you, dodging tables and ties on your way out.

"Is there a problem?" the hostess asks as you rush past her.

"Left the stove on!" you call over your shoulder as you burst through the door and find yourselves back outside, where the sun is just beginning to set. You turn to Eddie with a smile, which he returns. It's nice to be able to breathe again. And then you realize you're still holding hands, so you panic and break apart.

"Fucked that one up, didn't I?" He rubs the back of his neck, looking at you through one scrunched-up eye.

"Nah," you say, enjoying the fresh air and the feeling of freedom. "I'm honored that you think I'm a fancy Italian restaurant kind of girl."

"What kind of girl are you?"

"For you? I'd be a gas station hot dog kind of girl."

You briefly wonder if he's going to have a stroke, or get freaked out by how into him you are - way to come off like a stalker, you loser - and then he lets out the goofiest, dorkiest laugh you've ever heard.

"I think we can do a little better than gas station hot dogs. What are you in the mood for?"

You shrug. "What's your favorite?"

"There's a good burger joint a few streets over."

"That's more like it," you grin.

"You wanna walk?"

"Sure," you shrug. "Can I do something first?"

"Yeah?" You take a step toward him, and he instinctively steps back.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you," you tell him with a smile. "Close your eyes?" Surprisingly, he doesn't put up a fight. You take a slow step toward him, stick your hands in his hair, and give it a gentle tousle.

That's all it takes to make it go wild again. He looks at you in confusion.

"There he is," you announce, crossing your arms and looking up at him with affection. "Knew you were in there somewhere." He ducks his head to hide his smile, and you stand at his side and give him a gentle nudge with your shoulder.

"I believe I heard talk of a good burger joint?"

He beams down at you, tilts his head, and begins walking in search of better food. After he catches his reflection in a store window and blushes again, he untucks and unbuttons his shirt, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. Another step toward normalcy. For him, anyway.

After the third time your hands bump together on your journey, you glare up at him. "Am I gonna have to do everything myself?"

"What?" he asks. The boy is hopeless.

With a dramatic sigh and a good-natured roll of your eyes, you grab his hand and interlace your fingers, wondering whose face is burning more on the rest of your walk.

"This is it," he says as you approach a glass window with chipped paint advertising breakfast, lunch, dinner, and coffee. You probably would've missed it if he hadn't pointed it out. He opens the door, and you step inside to see a checkered floor, fluorescent lights, a long counter, and a row of red booths. Framed newspaper articles and vintage advertisements decorate the walls. Two booths are occupied, and three old codgers who must be regulars sit at the counter having a lively discussion about pie over steaming mugs of coffee.

"Yeah, this is more like it," you grin up at Eddie. He laughs and leads the way to a booth in the back that's seen better days, and you settle in across from each other. You look around and see the menu above the counter. Not only can you pronounce everything on it, you can afford it too. Yeah, this is definitely more like it.

"What do you recommend?" you ask.

"I pretty much always get a bacon cheeseburger."

"Perfect."

A grandmotherly type wearing Keds, pleated jeans, and a sweatshirt covered in sunflowers appears. "Hey, honey! Where you been?"

"Hey, Bernadettte. Uhhh… working hard in school?"

She laughs and pulls a pad and a pen from her apron. "Suuure. What'll it be, kids?"

"Two bacon cheeseburgers and a basket of fries, please."

"Drinks?"

You each pick a soda, and she gives you a smile before returning to the counter.

Now that you're both comfortable, your usual level of chatter quickly resumes. From the time Bernadette went to fetch your drinks to the time you finished sharing an after-dinner milkshake, the only silence came when both of your mouths were full.

"Can I get you kids anything else?" Bernadette eventually asks. If you eat another bite, you're going to explode.

"No ma'am," Eddie answers politely.

"Haven't seen you in here before," she remarks to you, ripping the ticket off and placing it face-down on the table.

"I've only been here about a week. But now that I've found the best burger in town, you'll probably be seeing a lot more of me," you joke.

She laughs. "I knew I was gonna like you. I'm Bernadette. You come back and see me anytime." Somebody calls for a refill at the counter, and she winks as she walks away.

"Ready?" Eddie asks, sucking down the last sip of his soda. You nod.

He takes the ticket to the register, and you tidy up your mess and tuck a few dollars under the milkshake glass so they don't drift away. Eddie returns and looks down at it, then at you with a glare.

"Non-negotiable," you say simply, standing between him and the tip on the table. He holds up his hands in defeat, then gestures toward the exit. You wave to Bernadette on your way out.

"You kids take care!" she calls.

"You too, Bernadette!" Eddie responds.

Holding hands is less awkward on the return trip. The drive home is quiet, but not unbearably so. It's peaceful now; you're both full, and happy, and comfortable with each other.

When you're back in your driveway, he puts the van in park and turns off the engine. You turn to tell him goodnight, but he's already darting around the front to open your door. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as he yanks it open and holds out his hand expectantly.

"You know you don't have to do that, right?"

"Let me be a gentleman, dammit. Just for tonight. I'll go back to being a… what did you call me earlier?"

"Trash panda?"

"I'll go back to being a trash panda tomorrow if you want."

"Fineee," you grumble playfully, taking his hand and sliding to the ground with a thump.

"Now what?" you ask, looking up at him with a devious grin.

"Uh…"

You lean back against the van and cross your arms, watching your flustered date try to make up his mind.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, and he closes it again.

"I had a great time tonight," you prompt, finally taking pity on his floundering.

"Me too. Sorry I fucked it up."

"You didn't fuck it up. I think this might be the best date I've ever been on."

"Really?" he asks.

"Yup."

"Uh… me too…" Hopeless. Totally hopeless.

"I think this is the part where you kiss me goodnight," you stage-whisper, watching him blush again in the glow of your porch light.

"You're sure?" His dark eyes dart to your lips.

You lean closer. "Am I gonna have to do everything myself?" you tease, gently, repeating this question for the second time tonight.

Eddie grins and closes the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that makes you go weak at the knees.

"Happy now?" he asks smugly when he pulls back, in a low, gravelly voice that sets your insides on fire. This motherfucker.

"Nah, I think you better try again."

He pulls you back to him without a word, a little more aggressive this time. You don't mind in the slightest. When you come up for air, he looks at you expectantly.

"Uh… yeah. Yeah, that was better." He grins triumphantly and stands to his full height, draping an arm around your shoulders.

"I'm walking you to your door. Deal with it." You laugh and let him.

After a shorter kiss on the doorstep and a promise that he'll call you tomorrow, he heads back the van, and you step inside.

Your brother is sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of cookies, a glass of milk, and a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Not a fuckin' word," you warn, trying to look threatening instead of hopelessly head-over-heels for a feral trash panda.

[karume-everything-else]

Are you perhaps able to do Sho Suzuki (or Teruki Hanazawa) x fem! Reader fluff? I've been wanting a childhood friend scenario for so long but obviously if you can't that's alright, and if you can't PLEASE message me back so I know I don't want false hope that you may write it 😅

Ciao dude ☄️

A little challenging, but I'll do a short thing for both ;)

Sho Suzuki x fem! Reader

"Hey, you ready [Name]?" Sho looked over, casually leaning against a light post, "I see the bus coming around the corner."

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Ever since he ran off, you didn't get to see Sho that often. But you could understand why, given how his father went off the deep end. Though in meeting up with him after everything calmed down, something was different.

Sho wasn't that different, but something about seeing him again after two, almost three years was jarring. Though not nearly as bad as Sho seeing you again after all this time.

He felt as if the world spun wildly from under him. When did you get to be so... cute? Was he hallucinating? Couldn't be, he was a powerful Espur. He couldn't be mistaken. So why did you look so cute all of a sudden?

Sho was trying so hard not to notice how your sundress fluttered in the breeze. How adorable it was to see you happy around his new friends. Why was it so difficult?

"Sho? Earth to Sho!" You shook the disassociated boy, "Hello?"

"Hm? What? Stop shaking me!"

Letting go of his arm, "We were going to break off in groups. Who were you gonna go with?"

Sho only listened to where everyone was going to be polite. His intention was to follow you around until he figured out why he was feeling this way. There was no other way to do it, or so he thought.

Strolling around the little stalls, occasionally swapping people around the three groups; Sho really didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to get you on your own to figure out why he wanted to be alone with you in the first place?

Then everything finally aligned. Breaking near some carnival games, Sho took his chance. Seeing you eye a very large plush animal, a red panda at that, gave him the best excuse.

"So, don't try to hide it." He leaned on your shoulder casually, "But I can see that red panda plushie too you, know?"

"Y-yeah? What of it?" Even your pouting was adorable. What was wrong with him?

"I could always go over there and win it." Looking off into the middle distance to try and seem cool and mysterious didn't work on you, sadly, "Maybe keep it for myself."

"Didn't think you liked plushies." You scoffed, "But if it means that much to you, go ahead."

Sho nearly broke, but he could see how you were poking your lip out just a little. A tell-tale sign that you were trying to rile him up. Just like when you two were little. Shaking his head, Sho made a half-hearted bee-line for the booth. Smirking to himself when you followed like a lost puppy.

"What's a matter? Thought you didn't want the thing?" Sho teased.

Trying to ignore him wouldn't work, "Well I was going to save my allowance for something else, but I can't just let you win a plushie that clashes with your hair."

"Big talk from a little lady."

Turning just a little while you huffed, Sho took a chance to blindside you by grabbing your hand. While you didn't say anything, the look of pure confusion was more than enough for him. A tiny smirk, almost invisible as Sho realized he had all but won... whatever this was.

"You know, don't bother trying to win the thing." He waved down your indignant squawk, "I'll get it for you instead."

Nearly freezing in your tracks, "What for? What kind of favor are you gonna ask of me?"

"Hm..." Sho tapped his chin, "Uh... promise you'll let me know when you have a free Saturday so we can hang out again like we used to."

"Really? That's it?"

"I mean, if you don't want the plushie..."

"Alright, alright!" You gave up, "I'm busy this upcoming Saturday but the one after that is mostly free. If you're thinking of a whole day, that won't happen. Mum will flip if I ask..."

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Teruki Hanazawa x fem! Reader

This date had to go perfectly, it had to. Teruki couldn't mess up anything this time, after the fallout from him being a complete jerk. He didn't want to lose his childhood friend again, even if this was more than a friendship at this point.

A large picnic basket filled with half a dozen little things in an attempt to be as romantic as possible. Making up for the years he drove you away by just being snotty. It was something he tried to deny at the time, but his wake-up call with Mob came with a revelation.

And a truly sincere apology straight to your face.

It was the only reason you even believed him after all this time. After you managed to stop laughing at his hair...

Though as you walked under an orange sunset, arm in arm with Teruki as he tried so hard to make every little thing perfect. Despite not being able to control other people or animals. He couldn't even unfold the blanket without spilling something within the basket.

Teruki instinctively used his powers, "Hey, no! Don't spill!"

Snickering at his knee-jerk reactions, you tugged the end of the blanket to actually spread it across the ground. He couldn't help but blush, doing his best to keep things as smooth as possible. This whole evening was supposed to go perfectly, Teruki was going to make sure of it!

Except things kept going belly up. Containers tipping over, leaves and flower petals flying into both of your faces, and loud noises covering up the cheesy romantic lines Teruki wanted to say. Leading the poor boy flustered and shouting things into sudden silences as you giggled at him.

"I-!" He stuttered, "This isn't how this was supposed to go!"

"Not everything is gonna be perfect Teru." You smirked, "All this makes it fun. Especially when your wig starts wiggling."

The surprising noise as his arms flew up to cover his head was too entertaining.

Chuckling as you kissed his cheek. "I was teasing. Your hair looks fine."

Teruki huffed, grudgingly putting his arm around your shoulder, "You're lucky you're cute."

"Oh? Just that I'm cute?"

"And we have a good history." He turned, pouting, "One that I screwed up. And I'm lucky that you let me back in like this."

Nuzzling against him helped calm everything down. Teruki didn't know how to fully respond to how you always rolled with things. This was his possibly final chance with you. It had to be perfect this time around. Right?

But here you were, happily snuggled to him. It only barely calmed him down.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the fox

Chapter 10 of maybe 30ish (2186 words)

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

"Day 1 are you ready?" Jimin asks as he hands you a brown bag.

You sneak a look inside to find it filled with snacks to get you through the day along with a post-it note that you can't quite read from this angle. You fold the bag closed carefully and thank Jimin for the lunch.

"Yeah, I'm ready, at least as ready as I'm ever going to be."

"It'll be great I'm sure. You said you already kind of made a friend right?"

"Taehyung? I'm not sure he was a bit hot and cold, but I'll be okay, I'm a big girl."

Jimin sweeps you into a hug before you can even reach for the door. You indulge him, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of being held close. He sends you off, standing at the door as you walk down the drive and around the corner, standing there until you can no longer see the door.

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The office is still relatively empty when you walk through the doors. The same severe-looking lady is standing at reception. You offer a smile which she returns.

"Y/N welcome back. Glad to see you got the position. I don't think I introduced myself the other day. My name is Ronnie and we will be working closely together."

Ronnie shows you officially around the office pointing out various essentials that you would need to know within your first few days. It feels as though you should have a notepad to write down all of the information you are being fed at lightning speed. Only about half of the information sticks in your brain.

It's not a humongous office. Maybe 10 cubicles and 3 offices with real walls. 2 conference rooms sit at the far end of the space. The company specialises in helping foreigners to move to the country assisting in work placement and visa procurement. You are introduced to the other two people that have already arrived in the office and then Estelle is setting you up with her at the front desk.

She hands you a brand new company-branded stationary set with your company ID tag and login information. Then she leaves you to breathe, fetching a drink from the break room. Slowly people filter in through the main doors, introducing themselves to you as they go. Everyone is extremely welcoming but you can't help but notice the absence of the asshole from the other day and Taehyung.

You set about answering phone calls and forwarding emails as Estelle had shown you, it was boring busy work but it certainly beat hanging at home alone doing nothing at all. Sometime just before lunch Taehyung finally strolls through the doors. He grins cheekily at your colleague as she chastises him for being late.

"Don't think you're special just because of how you got the job Taehyung-ah, you have to get here on time just like the rest of us."

"I know Estelle, I just didn't fancy getting out of bed this morning." He shrugs.

The panda grabs a handful of candy from the dish in front of Estelle and sauntered into the main room. The older woman grumbles under her breath about disrespect but the look on her face is one of pure adoration, not dissimilar to the look a grandmother might have when her grandson plays up.

"Don't go around getting ideas from him, that boy's trouble." She says to you.

"Am not!" Taehyung calls from behind the half wall that separates the main room from reception. "Hey Y/N we are going for lunch in thirty minutes okay?"

You don't respond to the disembodied voice as it calls out to you, opting to focus on the work you'd been assigned instead.

True to his word he reappeared in front of you exactly 30 minutes later carrying your brown bag and a bento box of his own.

"Come on there's a lovely little park for a picnic across the road. You get an hour for lunch."

You glance at Estelle but she just shakes her head and signals for you to go with him.

__________

The park is a very short walk away. Almost directly opposite the building, if your offices had been on the opposite side it would've provided the cutest view. Taehyung produced a blanket from a tote bag you hadn't noticed and laid it on the floor for you to sit on together.

It was a really beautiful day with no clouds, but it was a little chilly. This close to winter an outdoor picnic was an interesting choice. The breeze makes you shiver just a little. Before you even get a chance to shield yourself, Taehyung has produced another blanket to drape over your shoulders.

"I love the cold, my DNA is built for it, but I sometimes forget others aren't as accustomed... But this time I remembered!" He claps his hands together clearly proud of himself.

He opens his bento box and produces 3 courses worth of meals. He has white rice with some kind of marinated tofu, a salad with balsamic vinegar, and cookies. There is also a small Thermus from which you can smell the tea as soon as he twists it open.

"Go on then what did you bring for lunch? Maybe we can do swapsies, I don't really fancy tofu." He reaches eagerly for your bag, not giving you a chance to snatch it bag.

He pulls out your chicken sandwiches that Jimin had wrapped messily in the last of the tinfoil roll. Then he reaches in for the apple and crisps, coming back with the note that had been sitting in the bottom.

"Y/N have an amazing first day we are so proud and can't wait to celebrate again when you get home, Jimin." Taehyung reads aloud. "Who is Jimin? You're boyfriend? I'm hurt you would lead me on this way Y/N"

Taehyung mocks being shot through the heart, dramatically falling back onto the blanket as he clutches the pink note in his hand.

"I can't have led you on in less than two conversations Taehyung. And Jimin's no one... just a friend."

You reach to grab the note back from him but he keeps it just out of reach causing you to tumble into his lap.

"Well maybe I should try to make him my boyfriend, I want little notes in my lunch too." He pouts.

His breath tickles your face as you try to scramble back up without flattening him in the process. He just laughs at your efforts and makes no effort to help you get off of him. Although he does hand you the note back.

He takes your crisps and gives you his cookies as a consolation prize. He asks you various questions and you strategically avoid answering them directly the same way you'd done with everyone else. What you didn't expect was for him to be doing the same. You couldn't tell why exactly but you were fairly certain there were things he was omitting from his story as he told you how he came to work at the firm with you.

Lunch comes to an end very quickly and you help him pack up the blankets that don't seem to want to fit back in the bag they came from. Eventually, he just punches them until they are in enough to carry them back. He deposits you back at your desk dead on one hour after you left and then disappears for the remainder of the day.

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Apparently, it would seem working takes a lot out of a person. By the time you trudge back into the cottage at 6:00 pm, you are shattered. It seems impossible not having done that much and yet you can't keep your eyelids from drooping and your ass hurts from sitting for so long.

Jungkook is the only one home when you walk through the door. The only part of him you can see are his ears peaking up over the sofa trying to determine who just walked through the front door. You expect them to droop a little when he realises it's you but instead they twitch excitedly.

"Hey Jungkook, did you have a good day." You ask, approaching the living room slowly.

"Yeah, iI didn't do much." He answers.

"Do you want some dinner? Or shall we wait until the others are home?"

You peer over the back of the sofa and watch him playing on his switch until he is at a point where he can pause and speak to you.

"I wanna wait." He glances up at you briefly and then back to his game.

"Okay in which case I'm going to change, work clothes still feel too weird to relax in."

You go to the study and change into sweats. You're pretty sure the front door opened at least twice since you went upstairs signalling the arrival of some of the others. Jungkook's caramel scent wafted happily around the house as it started to mix with Namjoon's campfire. No other scent came to you though leaving you confused as to who else might be in the house.

Hoseok is sitting in the big armchair in the lounge when you come back down. Yoongi wasn't due to be home for another half an hour but clearly, that didn't matter.

"I got lonely at my house, so I thought I'd wait for Yoongi here." He shrugged when you sent him a questioning look. "Anyway, how was your day? we are all dying to know."

He shuffles forward to literally be on the edge of his seat and Namjoon and Jungkook stop the conversation they were having to listen.

"It was nothing special. I didn't realise how tiring working was though."

"Surely you've had a job before though." Namjoon scoffs.

You shake your head and are met by three very surprised faces.

"Even I had a paper round when I was a teen." Jungkook baulks.

"I haven't really had the opportunity to pursue a career until now I guess... I studied a lot." You try to shut down the conversation before they go any further, still not ready to divulge a lot about your past.

Luckily Jimin and Yoongi make it through the door together. Each of the homeowners exchanged kisses before the two new arrivals made themselves comfortable.

"Are we supposed to be working on something today?" Yoongi asked Hobi, confused by his presence, although clearly not disappointed you notice.

"Uh-oh busted. I just had a lot of fun hanging out yesterday... I can leave if you want." The human's usually cool and collected facade cracking a little.

"No of course you can stay." Namjoon answers. "Now what are we thinking for dinner?"

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Again the night goes on, Hobi is invited to stay once more, this time Yoongi offers his and Namjoon's room so Jimin can have his own bed back for the night. Although you suspect there may be alterior motives involved when Yoongi suggests they share the room and Namjoon share with Jungkook. Hoseok doesn't flinch, and happily finds his own way upstairs.

"Yoongi, darling, you seem to be getting a little... protective of your new friend." Namjoon points out carefully.

"So? I'm protective of a lot of my friends, I'm protective over you guys aren't I?" Yoongi gets a little defensive.

"I should hope we are more than friends." Jimin points out.

"Do you want to pursue Hobi?" Namjoon asks seriously.

"I don't know, maybe? I don't know it's been a long time since I've actively pursued anyone. And I'm not sure you even count Joonie." Yoongi contemplates.

"I think even if maybe you haven’t thought about it you should, clearly your hybrid parts are already starting to think of him as ours, or at the very least yours." Namjoon reasons.

"Yeah, you're right. I have definitely been feeling more anxious when he isn't around me." Yoongi stands and says he good nights, following Hoseok upstairs to probably work out exactly how he feels.

"So you guys consider new mates then?" You ask tentatively, although you aren't sure why it should concern you.

"When the right people come along who are we to turn down more love?" Jimin asks in reply, looking off dreamily.

"That makes sense I guess, I've always been told that more partners just results in more jealousy." You say, thinking about the things your ex used to say.

"Why would someone you love experiencing more love ever make you jealous? It always makes me so happy when everyone else is happy." Jimin moves on to the sofa next to Namjoon and Jungkook and cuddles in closely.

"That's... that's really lovely." You answer, and then fake a yawn. "I think I'm going to head to bed, goodnight."

You thought you'd be asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow but find yourself struggling to fall asleep. your eyes keep blinking open as thoughts of a pack of your own swim through your brain. A group of people who love each other so much that jealousy isn't even a thought in their minds.

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[winterchimez]

If you had to assign your moots to a cartoon character which would it be??

hi anonie!! im so sorry for the late reply bcs i actually needed some time to do a bit of thinking for this one hehe but here we go!

@sungbeam - hay lin (witch). you're just as creative as she is (me looking at your fics like hello???? talent???), and also a geek (as a mcu fan hehe), and you give me wind element vibes like she does 🎐

@from-izzy - numbuh 3 (codename kids next door). you look just like her, even the way you speak sounds identical like you have to see the vision, my soulmate.

@juyeonszn - june (little einsteins). the long lost sister i never knew i needed??? you're the june to my annie, an amazing dancer just like june, i love you always mwah mwah 😙

@snowflakewhispers - raven (teen titans). i LOVE raven she's my fav from the group and you give off the same vibes, you'd be saying something outrageous/funny with a straight face and i'm the one who's always losing my shit 🥲👍

@itsbeeble - daffy duck (looney tunes). i don't think i have to explain. im bugs bunny and you're daffy. that's it.

@daisyvisions - panda bear (we bare bears). she's literally a big sister to me, and she always radiates warm and soft caring aura 😔 (while also being hilarious and umm coughs at the side yes)

@aimeecarreros - alex (totally spies). you're just as expressive as her, and god you are FUNNY AS HELL ANSKDANDAKND (i labyu muacks 😘)

@cloverdaisies - dee dee (dexter's laboratory). you whenever you insist that im not coming to visit you in eu anymore 😃 (I WILL COME JUST YOU WAIT I WILL COME SECRETLY SO THAT YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY)

@heemingyu - tom (tom & jerry). gurl i dont even have to say anything you're always up to no good. period. everyone will agree with me on this list.

@flwoie - elmo (sesame street). i love elmo my little red monster i used to watch elmo's world every single day when i got back from kindergarten and he just radiates positive energy just like you!! ❤️

@hanniluvi - blossom (powerpuff girls). even the emoji i gave you is literally a pink bow, you just give off the sweet cutest vibes to me 🥺🎀

@justalildumpling - pocoyo. bruh pocoyo is my fav, my childhood, my everything. he's one little adorable lil pumpkin pie, and thats you to me too my lil dongsaeng 🥹 adorable and always full of energy just like him 💙

@zzoguri - agent p (phineas and ferb). istg i feel like there's nothing you can't do, from writing good fics, to makeup, to games and even video editing hello???? pls hmu i beg 😮‍💨

@littleroaes - bloom (winx club). i remember we talked about the series a long time ago and you just give me bloom vibes bcs of how sweet you are!!

@kimsohn - lorax (dr. seuss). i love this little guy, he's witty, fun, and hilarious and thats you to me 🥺

[kururu418]

Triton and Pandae Quotes

Triton 

“So, you still worried about your baby sis huh? She’s almost an adult ya know. You can’t keep babying her forever,” Triton said, snickering as he walked alongside his cousin.

Zagreus grunted. “There’s more and more titans popping up lately. She might think I’m being overprotective, but you know as well as I do how dangerous they can be,” he said, narrowing his eyes. 

“Yeah, but I also know there are exceptions to the rule. I mean, look at my ma’s side of the family.” 

“That’s different. You’re not one of them, so don’t try to pull that crap….” 

Triton smirked and slung an arm around his shoulder. “Ah relax a little. I know you’re just trying to protect your family, I can respect that. If my girls were in trouble I’d be the same way. If anything goes down let me know. You’re family too after all,” he said.  

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Dai Tai blinked as she noticed the slightest of tugs on her hair. “What the-?” She looked down and saw Triton was braiding a part of her hair. “Um, excuse me?” she asked. 

Triton waved a hand. “Sorry, sorry. I was bored. And it's a force of habit, ya know. I got three girls after all, and one of them wants to try out all these hairstyles the mortals are doing and junk,” he said. “Hey, ya wanna see pictures of them?” 

“Ugh…” 

Before she could answer, he formed a bubble in his hands, and a image of three young girls popped up. “There they are! That’s Triteia, that one is Pallas, that one is Calliste! Ain’t they adorable? Pallas is the one who wants to try out all those new hairstyles. The mortals sure know how to make stuff kids like, don’t they?” 

Dai Tai smiled nervously. She had a feeling she should have politely refused when she had the chance.  

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Triton narrowed his eyes down at the young boy, a scowl on his face. “So, you’re the little one my youngest has been seeing visions of huh?” he said, kneeling down to get a better look at Dusk. Even crouched down the tall god still loomed over Dusk. “What’s your name, boy?” 

Dusk raised an eyebrow. “You… there’s no way you don’t already know my name.” 

“You sassin me boy?” Triton asked. “Don’t go thinking just because you’re Queen’s Titania’s kid you can go getting all cozy with my daughter.” 

Dusk turned and began walking off. “Mom, there’s some weird guy here.”

“You running off to your mama?! What kind of man are you?!” 

Pandae

“Big brother Asterossa. I’ve come to Mewni in search of worthy opponents. Tell me, are you children of age yet? Surely they’re old enough to have-” 

“No,” Astro said, cutting her off. 

She looked surprised. “By why?” 

“Because if I let you fight you’re going to go overboard.” Maybe not with Dorado, but most certainly with Lacerta. And lord help them if she ended up coming across Scent. “I’ll spar with you later if I have the time.” 

She was silent for a moment, but then pouted and looked away childishly. “You never have the time. You're always too busy doing kingly duties.” This was just like when she was younger. Taiyo always had Umbriel to play with, but Astro was almost always too busy to hang out with her.

Astro sighed. “Tartarus help me… come get your child Heracles…” 

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Pandae raised her club and pointed it up at the beast. “Heed my warning creature! You stand before the mightiest of Heracles children! Relent now and you will be spared! Proceed and you will meet a most unfortunate end!” she shouted. 

The creature just roared back in response, and Apollo chuckled from beside her. “I don’t think it can understand your words,” he said. 

She raised her club up higher. “Then perhaps it will understand my club!” She charged forward, ready to attack, while Apollo shook his head. She was certainly an energetic one. But he could’t find himself to dislike her despite her usual choice in company. 

She was, after all, a perfect combination of beauty and power. 

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“Are there any heroic deeds or labors that you need from me, Hera?” Pandae asked. She had initially been distrustful of the blonde. Partly because she had taken her aunt Asterope’s spot as supreme goddess, and partly because she had a great dislike of the old Hera. But she had since learned that the woman was quite nice. 

Hera smiled back at her. “Not today dear. Please just keep an eye out for any trouble though,” she said. The girl had a strong sense of justice, much like her father. And she always wanted to be useful. 

Pandae pounded her chest. “Rest assured, no enemy will break through our gates while I am here!” she said.

[misscammiedawn]

Charmed! 2023 Recap - (Day 2: Thursday)

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As before this is an edited version of my personal therapy journal tailored for public posting. All scene names and stories included are done with permission. - This entry was half written at the con and edited for internet so there will be times where the tensing refers to events in the future and in the past. Apologies for that confusion

I slept from 1:45am-7:30am, my heart raced as the narrative of a scary dream pulled me to wakefulness.

Not the kind of heart racing I was hoping for to begin my day, alas. But the timing was *perfect*. Daja had just at that moment sent a message that she was starting her route. She was less than 5 hours away.

“Come to me.” I softly commanded, extending my presence far across the distance.

My heart ached, my lips could feel the air where they desired her lips.

“I am here, waiting for you. Come to me, my dear.”

And so the countdown begun.

I took a few moments to hug my plushie familiar who goes where I goes and come down from a dream which should not have terrified as much as it did. My boyfriend, Copper, and I were to share a coffee before he went down to the museums.

I had a coffee date! It was time to change!

Charmed! Outfit 1: Sunrise's dress.

Perfect for being plugged into brainwashing devices and reunions with long distance loves ~&lt;3

While I did that my COVID test pinged negative. I grabbed a snapshot.

I maneuvered to add my gender dysphoria protection, my “chicken cutlets” but a somft voice in my head scolded me for the effort. “This is me.” It insisted.

We're going in to the con on our own esteem then? No augmentations? Good to know.

I went to grab my badge and got the 4th one. Nath, one of my metamours, was 2 spaces ahead of me so got a brief hug. Nath is a good friend, though I tend to be shy around my metamours. A little bit of that old programming from a life before keeps insisting that any love I take from a partner is taken away from their other partners and I should feel guilty about that.

Life doesn't work that way. Love doesn't work that way. But the thought persists. That's mine to deal with. I try not to burden other people with my baggage until they ask for it.

There was not enough time to do a full reunion though as Copper and I had our coffee date–

PERSONALLY CATERED BY A PANDA!

A playful and bouncy panda billing itself as "Panda Express" which is both adorable and charming.

It was so lovely! Drip coffee with a smooth flavor that lingers pleasantly!

Happy chats and calm comfort!

There was talk of plans and recounting of the prior night’s fun, including the plane ride. Hair coloring. Hopes and fantasies and the relief of feeling Seen.

I had long awaited my moment to meet with Panda and the Triad that it belonged to. I am overjoyed that it didn't disappoint.

But it had plans, Copper had a trip and there was a convention to begin!

Everyone scattered and I thought about diving into the con--- but perhaps first some weekend prep!

I was too excited to get started and went straight to outfit and mild make-up without a super grooming session. Checked my phone for the temporary GPS of Daja's car. A countdown I could follow for her arrival. She's not here. Not even close. Not yet! I couldn't begin all the fun stuff we had prepared and negotiated. The plane scene was only the start.

I couldn't do the fun stuff, but I could do a ton of ironing to save time for when I was able to enjoy things a bit more!

While I ironed I had a big conversation with my Counterpart Puppet and Sleepyhead. I got emotional about my inconsistencies and volatile personality. Started crying for no gosh darn reason for I am a silly Kitty x.x;

Sad to say this would be the first of a ton of times my emotions caught me off-guard this weekend x.x;

Don't worry, I'm editing the meltdowns out for the public facing recaps! Y'all know where my BPD tag is <3

With ironing done there seemed to be less than an hour until the promised arrival. A morning well spent and a heart full of cheer, I moved on to greet Daja!

The original plan was to do the dommey “come to me!” moment but my heart was too explode with joy so I just glomped. Daja woke up early for me! “You’re the only Sunrise worth waking up for!”

I am squishy melty squee! So so happy!

It was a short-lived reunion as her trance card had other names on the list above mine, but she was sure to show me all the ways I would later be doomed. Mind melting VR headsets and hypnotic orange chocolate. As well as a surprise tool which we may need later.

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The afternoon was fairly lowkey. I found some familiar faces in Turq and Mazirian in the common area and took some time to discuss simple things like anime and wrestling. I was introduced to some of the more flavorful acts and some of the feats of incredible strength such as picking talent up by their ankles and hammer throwing them like Miss Trunchbull. Made me think about the fact that people picking me up is one of those horseshoe things. Right on the border between ABSOLUTELY NOT red and ...please....? green...

Only one person is allowed to pick me up. I am Excalipurr.

Turq and I have a decent enough relationship as metamours. I share the same shyness with him that I work hard to conquer with Nath and Puppet. It's a shame because Turq and I have a *lot* in common. We can talk about anime/manga and focus on the classics. We enjoy wrestling, Transformers, video games and we both are quite fond of a certain lass.

Maz is someone I have had very limited contact with. We flirt online openly, which is fairly rare for me, but he is firmly in the circle of people I have marked as Trusted. He's vouched for by my Goddess, my girlfriend and is partners with one of the fleeting few connections I had with the hypnosis community in the 2000s. He's fantastic with hairplay and---

--if I may be a little self-obsessed in my self-obsessed journal? ...he makes me feel attractive. His compliments on my hair, the genuine flirting... it makes my gender dysphoria go away. I present myself as an attractive woman a lot, especially in these spaces. I don't know how he does it, but he makes my mind forget that it's something I'm presenting as. It's just something that I am.

It was nice to just enjoy some gentle social energy and try to get added to the trance card of a lovely friend who worked with me briefly at Beguiled. I also finally got to meet Glitter-Spiral who is a very important human that I have evaded meeting for 3 years worth of events.

Glitter-Spiral has not let up on complaining to Daja about the fact that I have been RIGHT THERE for all this time and we keep missing one another. It was nice to finally meet her the energy that she exudes is so bright and forceful. Sassy and flooded with color. I could see instantly why she was scheduled to teach bratting.

As I enjoyed breaking street-date and hugging GS, Turq looked at his phone and audibly responded to the message “She’s sitting right next to me and I can ask for you.” Apparently Daja asked her spouse, Turq, if she could use the room to spend some time with me.

So I rushed upstairs and we worked a little on a couple things.

Firstly, practice for the Presence class. We ran some drills on the Big Moment we had discussed as an endcap to the hypnotist side of the demonstration. Something flashy and showy that I just needed practice with and we discussed blocking for the showy end of the hypnotee segment.

I had run many of these drills over and over with Sleepy but the script was not sticking to my mind and my nerves kept me from embodying my Top Space. I kept telling myself "we'll just read the script and do it live." "Trust that performance will give you the push you need." - another case of that dysfunction where my brain cannot accurately or coherently visualize the future and so lets all that hard work and practice disintegrate.

That used to be a big issue for me when I was a coder, but that's a story for another time.

The reason I mention it is because after running those drills with Daja, I finally felt prepared. I finally think I can teach a class!

Second on the agenda was working on an amnesia suggestion which will come up later and lastly installing a kiss summon trigger– because kiss summon triggers are my thing.

Daja returned the favor by plugging me into a 20 minute custom VR session to add in a few suggestions and gently scrub perception of them away.

During the session Daja installed two suggestions, both of which I shall lose memory of the moment I finish typing, the first is that when I nuzzle her I will drop deeply into trance and the second is a return of the summoning trigger from Beguiled.

(Future Cammie edit!: I now have full memory of this. As part of my therapy I journal daily and this was written on the day. I will make notes in the text when I am typing from after the convention)

There was a point where she heavily reminded me of Goddess’ control and that no hypnosis at all would work without my collar. I was told I reached for my collar and held it as I drank in that suggestion.

The aftercare for the scene progressed and triggers were tested and promptly forgotten once more.

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From here on I type from after the convention. My memories of the above session remain with me both while working on the journal, for Daja ensured I could always journal reality, no matter what my mind perceived in a hypnotic compulsion (especially if I allowed myself to forget again afterwards) - but more crucially those memories will go with me back to Minnesota.

My hope is that by typing these words they may not fade as far too many tend to.

After the wonderful scene had been completed and sweet Cammie was puddlified and programmed, we agreed that it was a good time for food. My room contained myself, Sleepyhead and Puppet. Daja's room was her and Turq. We agreed that the two rooms should be a bubble for both COVID safety and meal sharing when appropriate.

The original plan was to connect Daja and Cammie rooms so we could just Kramer in to one another’s space all weekend. I feel that may have been a benefit to all had it have happened.

Alas. We had to walk a *whole flight of stairs!* Unacceptable.

Dinner for the night was a local Italian restaurant’s pizza. For Puppet a pasta dish (which required Daja and I to run over to Oikos Prime (remote) and grab cutlery, while saying hello to my Goddess Lady Ru’etha as well as other Oikos household members Jukebox and Copper… as well as sweet Timbit, the most adorable floof in the world) Sleepy got a 14” and for Turq, Daja and I we split a 16”. Sleepyhead had AGDQ on and insisted on showing Turq the AIRBOAT run, a modded Portal run that used Half-Life 2 objects on spawn to proceed through the testing facility instead of the normal portal guns.

The meal was well enjoyed and ended with Turq heading off to mingle and Daja had some more time put aside for scenes with other partners.

I decided that if I were going to get into a headspace less puddlified and a little more casual for the night then perhaps I would need to stop wearing my Sunrise dress, which was typically used for subby bliss scenes, such as the mind melting machine.

But my Dawn outfits were booked out for later in the weekend… so I made a quick change based on my proposed Travel Day outfit:

Charmed Outfit 2: Cozy Camden Winter-wear

For after brains have had time to be melted and one wants to drink coffee and see some familiar faces for no reason beyond socializing.

Socializing, as intended, was not as simple as I had assumed it would be for the majority of the time. In fact I felt quite overwhelmed. I am told that Pre-Pandemic Con Lifestyle involved a lot of group lunches and comfortable hangouts which were more accessible to making connections and melting shy exteriors. As it stood, I had a number of people do the “hey, it’s Cammie!” Moment and I never really worked out how to capitalize on it.

My own fault, really. Shyness is a crippling affectation and I cannot always be a forceful personality capable of running movie theatres or mingling on command.

But all too soon, Daja let me know that her personal jewelry commission from one of our lovely vending friends (whose I will edit in a name for if I get permission) was finished.

The commission was a blue bottle. A blue bottle because of a conversation the two of us had from when the vendors were showing off their wares. 

As I typed on the final day of our last meet-up:

We did clean up. She packed away the summoning trigger and any other things which may have been picked up. I put away the blue fire, which I hadn’t intended to become a trigger, but Daja’s eager and clever brain picked up on it without hesitation. It was placed inside a glass bottle, waiting to be revealed again.

Blue Fire. The gift of perfect obedience. A trigger I had worked with in our last meeting, based on a story from the Tammy Pierce books Daja and I each love. A finger to the forehead. A magical blue fire. Then the enchanted individual would awaken having completed a single command. Whether it be as simple as climb down a tower or something unthinkable.

We had placed the magical blue fire which could melt her mind away inside a blue bottle, a reference in itself to Ocarina of Time.

We had agreed to unbottle the fire and return it on the night of the Soiree and use it to get Daja all nice and dressed up for the event while I offered her “my heart”, knowing she would return it in time. Theoretically it could be used in mingle with another scene we had that weekend, though.

Daja wanted to break street date and get to enjoy the blue flame for the entire weekend. I told her I was willing to go ahead and do that for her, but only if she was certain she wanted it.

Now, Miss Dawn is a Fae. This has been true since the days she was simply an expression of gender euphoria in tabletop scenes and LARP. She was not going to accept a simple “I’m sure” as a method of consent.

“Please, Miss Dawn. Uncork the bottle.”

You must say it of your own volition three times. Uncoerced and unbound by a fractionated mind. Say it three times and I shall uncork the bottle and unleash the spell which effortlessly bewitches your mind and engulfs you in the flame of Pure Obedience. Knowing that once that spell takes hold and melts your mind away there will not be a single thing you will not do for me when I command you under its enchantment.

“Please, Miss Dawn. Uncork the bottle.”

I lowered myself and took her arm and kissed her fiercely. Looked her in the eyes and held her gaze. I reminded her that she would act without any memory of her actions, that she would be giving me complete control of her and doing so without a long thought was simply unwise.

“Please, Miss Dawn. Uncork the bottle.”

Utilizing a previously installed trigger I commanded her to kiss me and enjoyed the moment. My fingers laced around the bottle. If she were to ask me one more time then I would be bound by my Fae Contract to comply and control her.

Was this really? Truly? Deeply desired?

“Please, Miss Dawn…”

I gave her hair a tug and looked her in the eyes.

“Please uncork the bottle.”

As you wish, my love.

What else could a Fae say when bound by a contract? I followed the pre-negotiated scene, which had some lovely amnesia laden suggestions hidden within. Because I am a tricky Fae and if the airplane ride and the MMM scene had not already proven, Daja and I studied for this test and had written a dissertation on how to make these scenes work.

I am also editorializing a little bit because I have a broken brain that doesn’t remember things and imagines things between the gaps.

“Hand me the bottle, my dear.”

And it was at this point, Daja learned that her arms were hanging loose at her side. She couldn’t reach up. She couldn’t unclasp it. If she couldn’t unclasp it she couldn’t hand it to me. If she couldn’t hand it to me, she couldn’t receive my gift of Perfect Obedience.

Daja noted her inability and I teased the chain. “I need you to offer it to me, my dear.”, my honey sweet voice taunting with my knowledge that she simply could not obey.

“Please, Miss Dawn. Please.”

Energy flowed between the pair of us and the Perfect Obedience trigger was tested. A finger to the forehead and Daja’s mind was set ablaze by blue fire. Her eyelids rolled up so beautifully and she would do *anything* I asked.

I am particularly proud of the two times I was able to show it off for an audience.

With the Obedience trigger installed and some more fun had, it was time to prepare for the morning. We were to go to Nath’s class, Daja and Tenn’s and then mine.

In order to go to mine we needed to have me ready to spend the night. So I masked up and rushed back to my room to perform the Walk Of Shame. Which I find lovely and amusing, given Nothing Was Going To Happen. But I got my pyjamas and tomorrow’s outfit and transported them to Daja’s room so I could Spend The Night. <3

I was still a lil’ bit overwhelmed and frazzled and made some silly mistakes like forgetting(?) my Precious. Precious is supposed to go with me and I forgot her!

It’s okay though. Miss had Faithful, Precious’ twin, and let me hug him while I slept…

And curled up with Miss and Faithful… I did sleep.

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Yaaaay! I’m glad you do because little!Eddie has just been living rent free in my head since I read Squeaky Toy. Could you imagine cg!Reader finding out Eddie never had an Easter Egg hunt? Or decorate eggs? Not even a single book about the Easter bunny was read to Eddie. His dad didn’t care about that stuff nor had the time and patience for it, so he ended up just watching the other kids his age have all the fun. And by the time Eddie was permanently living with his Uncle, Wayne thought someone his age (10+) would be uninterested. On top of that, he couldn’t really afford to buy anything either due to the bills. Years pass by, little!Eddie’s caregiver finds out it was quite the opposite when he tearfully admitted to having liked the idea of some of the Easter activities (big!Eddie wouldn’t have said anything about it despite his caregiver letting him know at the start of their relationship that it was okay and very important to open up about what he needs or wants). And he was always a bit jealous hearing his friends talking about how embarrassing it was that their parents continued making them do these “kiddie” Easter activities. It was only a day or so before Sunday when he opened up about his interest so, cg!Reader goes and gets pretty much all the bargain things they could get their hands on to surprise him with—chocolate, paint, eggs, a few bedtime stories, everything that Eddie missed out on was snatched up before a bargain hunter got their hands on it. The important day comes quickly and cg!Reader happily wakes Eddie with bunny shaped chocolate chip pancakes and eggs scrambled just the way he likes. He’d been in little space off and on that week, needing to be grounded quite a bit coming up to the holiday so, it was easy for him to regress after eating breakfast. All day, they went about their Easter Sunday, cg!Reader surprising him with something new—the biggest and best part being, of course, the egg hunt they’d set up both in the backyard and in the living room. Just imagine the happiness on his face every time he opened up one he found and seeing his favorite candy falling out 😭 The day of fun ends with a bedtime story, a belly full of ham and mashed potatoes and green beans, and lots and lots of snuggles and kisses and big!Eddie thanking her for making it the best Easter Sunday he’s ever had while the Reader promises an even better one next year.

Am actually tearing up that was so sweet 😫 anon I love your brain!!

I would absolutely adore to spoil little Eddie at Easter! You're right, his face would light up with every new surprise. When Eddie is big, he gives off such trash panda 'lemmie collect all the things' energy, so little Eddie would be even worse haha, and just hoard everything you give him and everything he finds on the hunt! By the end of the day he would have a basket full of bunnies and chocolate that he'd be almost cuddling to his chest, not wanting to part with such a sentimental day.

And Wayne would look upon the whole thing with so much fondness, grateful that you are finally giving Eddie's inner child what Wayne never could 🥺💕