#your know some dogs grab a plushie toy and walk about with it in their mouth when they're happy? that me

[call-me-pup2]

I like that I look like a weird spooky clown/egirl/goth thing appearance wise but I'm super drawn to cute trinkets and plushies

Under my cool stompy boots your most likely find either pokemon or power puff girl socks 😋

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader

part 2 ----->

A/N: My HC is that DogDay has an adult inside of him, unlike Catnap.

“Congragulations! Your application was chosen, and you are now part of the Playtime Co family! Please review all the following information provided in this email.” was all that was said in a recent email I had gotten. Finally, after weeks of job hunting, I heard back from someone, and it only took them a day to respond! I briefly skimmed through the email, knowing it was just boring company policies. At the very bottom it said that my first day was tomorrow. Wow, they sure do not waste time. I set an alarm and went to bed early, excited about my new job. 

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When I applied, I put down that I did not mind working anywhere in the factory so imagine how surprised I was when I showed up, they told me I would be working down below in a room called ‘Playcare.’ In fact, it was highly requested that I was to be stationed there. They told me it’s where they house orphans. It’s fascinating that a factory that builds toys for kids has its own orphanage here, right in the factory! I was given a uniform to change into and the uniform was honestly quite cute! The shirt was a golden-brown color that smelled like vanilla, I was given a nametag with a sun pin attached and... a headband with dog ears the same color. I didn’t think much of it and just went to change before heading off to Playcare. 

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I stared in awe as I looked down below at Playcare. This place was huge! I still could not believe that little kids lived here. I looked around at all the buildings. There was a school, a circus tent, a few more buildings and right up top was where all the orphans lived. Seeing all of this gave me the vibe of that one anime called ‘The Promised Neverland’ but I soon laughed at the thought. Kids do not die here, no demons feed on their brains, they get adopted. Adopted. 

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As I exited the cable car, I was instructed to meet my boss inside of the Playhouse. While walking to the playhouse some kids would run up to me and call me ‘girl DogDay’ whatever that meant. I just smiled and waved at them before entering the Playhouse. I was not given a name for who my boss was but was just told that they would know what I looked like and would spot me. Lots of kids were in this area. All screaming and chasing each other. One of them grabbed my hand and said, “Hurry we have to hide before he finds us!” I had no time to protest as I was led behind some foam building blocks. “Um, who exactly are we hiding from?” I whispered back to the kid, might as well play along. “Shh. He has good hearing.” was all that the kid said before peeking over the blocks we were hiding at.  

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Two minutes went by before we both heard some footsteps approaching. “He’s coming! Run!” and then the kid ran into a slide and started to climb up. I laughed at the kids' action and started to get up before I felt breathing coming from above me. I slowly lifted my head up and was shocked to see a giant dog hovering above me. “Hiya Angel!” I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything, I was in shock. This enormous dog that looks like a plushy is speaking to me. “I found you which means now you get to help out with catching everyone!” The dogs tailed wagged. I stood up and got a good look at this...dog thing. He was tall, around 8 ft. He had a pendant in the shape of a sun, and he smelled like vanilla. Oh, that’s what the kids meant earlier by ‘girl DogDay,’ this is DogDay. “Come on Angel, I know if we work together, we can find all the kids before time is up” and then DogDay ran on all fours like an actual dog, in search of the other kids.  

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I think it was safe to say that DogDay found the rest of the kids while I just knew of the one that was with me before was hiding at. As we made our way back to the entrance, I noticed the kids laughing and trying to climb onto DogDay. Maybe he’s been with them forever and that’s why they don’t seem terrified by a dog that stands 8 ft tall. DogDay looked over and saw me and the last kid approaching and waved at us. The other kids stopped what they were doing and looked in my direction. In unison they all screamed “Girl DogDay is here!” I smiled sheepishly and waved at them. “Hi there....” Did these kids know about me? DogDay then put down some kids that he was holding and walked over to me. “Sorry about that Angel, I told them that I was getting a helper the other day and they have been wanting to see you.” “Oh, that’s fine. Hey um DogDay was it? Do you happen to know who my boss is by chance? I was told to meet them in here.” The kids behind Dogday started giggling. “You’re looking at him Angel!”  

Huh? He’s joking right? This dog looking mascot is my boss?! DogDay then picked me up and hugged me tight. “We’re going to have so much fun working together Angel.” I could hear his tail wagging back in forth. He put me down and led me to the rest of the kids. “Kids, we have a new face joining us today. Why don’t you introduce yourself to us Angel.” I suddenly felt nervous. All these little eyes staring at me so excitedly. “O-okay, um well hi, my name is Angel- wait no” the kids started laughing. That wasn’t my name but hearing DogDay call me that this whole time just slipped out. DogDay was even laughing. I blushed in embarrassment. I cleared my throat and continued. “My name is Y/N, but I guess you could also call me Angel. I like to read, draw, um I guess sing, but I haven’t done it in a while. Umm, I’m 20 years old and my birthday is on November 14th and that’s pretty much it I think.”  

DogDay clapped and soon the other kids followed his lead. “Well put Angel, now it’s my turn, though I think I’ll let the kids introduce me.” All at once the kids started yelling over each other to tell me about him. “He’s the leader of the Smiling Critters!” “He smells like vanilla!” “Super strong!” “DOGDAY CALLED YOU PRETTY!!” “Okay! Thank you, Damian, no need to shout now friend.” The shift in DogDays attitude changed, he was the one that seemed nervous now. The kid that was hiding with me was named Damian. Dogday then cleared his throat. “Let’s all go outside and wait for KickenChicken now alright?” The kids yelled in delight and pushed their way out of the Playhouse. 

It was now just me and DogDay. “So, um I’m guessing you picked me to work here?” I tried breaking the awkward silence between us. I decided to not bring up the fact that he called me pretty, too awkward right now. DogDay then seemed to snap back into his cheery self. “Yep! I looked through a lot of applicants, but yours stood out to me.” It’s amazing that a toy factory lets a toy pick out an employer. DogDay then grabbed my hand and led me outside. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the place Angel.” I smiled and went along with him. I could see myself liking it here.  

A/N: part 2 anyone?

[naivegh0ul]

Could you possibly do a soap platonic fic where ghost has a 9 year old daughter and she is the total opposite of ghost, she just rambles and she meets soap at base and they instantly become infatuated with each other and ghost finds them talking about sharks in immense detail to each other???

Oh my gosh that is such a cute idea! 🥹🥹🥹

Soap had no idea Ghost had a daughter. I mean, why would he, of all people, have a kid? Ghost is a lone wolf, "I work alone," may as well be his catchphrase at this point.

So, one night when the squad goes out for drinks, Ghost having been forced to come, Soap is curious as Ghost gets a call. Soap was surprised Ghost even had a phone, he just imagined he brought a radio everywhere with him, like the strict soldier he is.

Soap watched as Ghost stepped away from the bartop, murmuring a low, "Hey, sweetheart." into his phone. He assumed that maybe Ghost had a girl back home, but when Soap listened in further, he was shocked.

"I know, I know. Daddy will be home soon, alright? Behave for the babysitter. Alright, I love you too, sweetheart. Bye."

Wow, was all Soap could think. No way The Ghost has a child. Impossible, simply impossible. But, the way Ghost spoke to whoever was on the other line...

Soap had to investigate this.

For the next few weeks, Soap kept a close eye on Ghost, trying to listen in on his phone calls, peering around him when he was texting someone.

It was a little creepy, yeah, but Soap needed to know whether or not Ghost actually has a little mini-me or not.

Ghost seemed a little off one day, constantly on his phone, being mean to the recruits, (Well, meaner than usual.) It got Soap curious again. Ghost left the base around 2pm, and Soap watched with raised eyebrows.

To his knowledge, Ghost hadn't been called out on a mission, and he had left the base wearing civilian clothes, this all got the wheels turning in Soap's brain.

Ghost came back around 4pm, and Soap immediately went to greet him. Then, he saw it. Actually, he saw her. A little girl, huddled behind Ghost's back, clutching onto his jacket with a shark plushie in her small hand.

The little girl looked up at Soap with wide eyes, a twinkle of curiosity visible. "Hey, lass, I'm Soap. What's your name?" Soap said. The girl glanced up at Ghost as if to see if it was okay to talk to the strange man, and Ghost nodded down at her.

"Beth." She answered, smiling a little up at Soap. "Do you like sharks?" Beth pointed at Soap's mohawk, clearly thinking that it looked like a shark fin.

Ghost chuckled under breath, and Soap nodded. "I do. Does this little fella have a name?" Soap crouched down in front of Beth and gestured to the shark plushie she was holding.

"Sharkie!" Beth exclaimed with a happy smile. She seemed excited to be talking about her plushie. Beth toddled over to Soap and held up the toy, showing it to him while telling him facts about sharks.

Soap looked over at Ghost, smiling to himself as he saw the proud look in Ghost's eyes as he stared down at his little girl. Ghost stepped closer to the two and placed a hand on Beth's head before kneeling down.

"Daddy's gotta go finish some work, alright? I'll be back as soon as I can, you stay with Soap." Ghost said, stroking his daughter's hair lovingly. He lent down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head through his mask before walking away.

Soap felt his heart swell with happiness at the thought of Ghost trusting him enough to let him look after his daughter. "Alright, you little menace, what do you say we go get some ice cream?" Soap smiled as the little girl squealed in excitement and nodded, grabbing Soap's hand.

The entire car ride to the ice cream parlour, Beth was chattering away in the backseat, telling Soap all about sharks. "Did you know that baby sharks are called pups? Like little dogs! Isn't that cool?"

Soap pulled into the parking lot and helped Beth out, walking into the shop with her on his hip. "Mr. Soap, can I have chocolate ice cream?" Beth asked. She tugged on Soap's sleeve, looking at him hopefully.

"Of course you can, lass." Soap smiled, ruffling Beth's mousy brown hair. Soap ordered the two of them some ice cream, getting strawberry for himself and chocolate for Beth.

Beth kept talking the whole time, excitedly telling Soap about sharks, and about that one time when Ghost took her to an aquarium and she got to see a shark in person.

"It was so cool! It was kinda big and scary, but I know my Daddy could fight it off." Beth giggled at the story, beaming as she praised her father.

It was cute, to watch this little girl who is somehow Ghost's daughter despite being the complete opposite of him, ramble about sharks. "Do you work with my Daddy, Mr. Soap?" Beth asked curiously as she nibbled on her chocolate ice cream, smearing some around her lips.

"Yeah, I do. He's my friend, as well." Soap took a bite of his own ice cream, looking over at Beth as she scooped up some of her ice cream and pretending to feed it to her shark plushie, staining the shark's face a little.

Soap checked his watch after a while, his eyes widening as he realised they'd been gone for quite a while. "Let's go back, yeah? I bet Ghost- your dad is missing you." Soap said, catching himself when he referred to Ghost by his callsign, unsure if Beth knew about that.

The girl seemed oblivious and nodded her head, wiping her mouth on her sleeve before she hopped off her chair, shark plushie in hand.

The two headed back to base and Soap took Beth to the 141's common room, putting on some random kids show on the old TV for Beth to watch.

Soap sat back, watching as Beth sat cross legged on the floor and looked up at the TV, watching eagerly as Octonauts played. Beth seemed to be really enjoying the show, giggling loudly, it made Soap smile.

Beth continued to tell Soap about shark facts, pulling one off the top of her head each time a shark would show up on screen. She is actually quite smart, she knows more about sharks than any adult Soap knows.

Neither of them noticed when Ghost entered the room, Soap being too engrossed in the facts Beth is telling him. Ghost watched from the doorway, smiling under his mask as his little girl taught Soap about sharks.

(ok but why is this over 1k words. i think i've become obsessed with parent!ghost and little beth 🥹)

[cute-bag-of-bones]

Can't Trust A Supe

Part 3: I'm Scared

Masterlist

Warnings: slight gore and mentions of death.

       Homelander's hands were behind his back as he just stared at me for an agonizing amount of time. His expression was unreadable. I wish I could muster the courage to just kill him. I should be better than this. Scared of such a pathetic man. My dad would be ashamed if he could see this. 

      "Can I h-help you?" I tried to sound confident but the stutter ruined any hope of that. He looked surprised like he just remembered something. 

       "Right I was thinking about it and you have hung on to that old dirty toy for so long. I figured you'd want a new one." He pulled a new Homelander plush from behind his back. He seemed so excited like a dog showing off a dead bunny to its owner. He handed it to me. It took all I had in me to keep my hand from shaking as I grabbed it. 

       "Wow um t-thank you."

       "You haven't seen the best part. Give it a squeeze." I looked down at the toy and pressed its belly. 

        -I'm Homelander, ready to fight some crime together?-  The real Homelander mouthed along with the doll as it spoke. He seemed very proud of the gift. "This little guy has 10 unique phrases. Pretty great right? Way cooler than your other one." 

      "Well I just l-" I had to pause to take a deep breath. "I just love it, thank you." I say plastering the most convincing fake smile I could manage. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to light this creepy thing on fire and throw it in the Hudson River. Why was he giving this to me? What's his game? I heard him begin to speak but he's interrupted by a father and son wanting an autograph. I take my opportunity and get up. More people gathered giving me the perfect out. I ran off, down a busy street. I was over a block away before I stopped running. The beady-eyed plush stared at me as I tried to catch my breath. Grabbing it by both arms I pull as hard as I can. I hear stitches pop as it's back tears. 

      -Hey friend wanna pl- the voice box fell on the ground and I stomped  it until finally it stopped making noise. I finish the job by ripping the toy in half and discarding it in the nearest dumpster. I had the major creeps. I knew there was only one safe place I could go.

      When I knocked on the hideout door no one answered. I continued to bang getting almost frantic. I felt like Homelander was breathing down my neck. Finally Hughie opened the large door. I shoved my way past his lanky body and straight to Billy's normal spot. He wasn't there. Hughie followed me on my mission for Billy

           "You looking for Butcher?" He asked figuring out what I wanted. I was so wrapped up in looking for Billy I had almost fully toned him out. I knew I looked crazy but I was scared and Billy was the only one I knew would be able to help me. I'm not sure how but I knew he would. I turn around and bump into a worried Hughie. He always walked so close behind people. 

       "Yes yes where is he? I need him." 

       "He's not here. Him and the others went to get something. M.M. said they would be a day's drive away. Why what's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?" He asked as he tried to wrangle me. 

        "Fuck! Fuck!" 

        "Stop it, come on, calm down. What's going on? Can I help?" He was so earnest. I finally sat down and looked up at him. He gave me a sweet smile and sat down with me. 

         "I'm scared." It felt wrong to say. The words themselves felt dirty and shameful. He gave me a confused look.

       "They are gonna be okay, it's an easy run."

       "Not scared for them. I'm scared for myself. It's Homelander." Hughie's expression changed, it became more serious. "He stopped me from getting mugged last night and he saw this." I say as I pull the old plush from my bag. 

       "Is that a Homelander plushie?"

       "My mom gave it to me. He saw it and maybe he recognized it. I don't know but he found me in the park and gave me a new one." I was speaking so fast I almost couldn't understand myself. Hughie seemed to get it all. He was nodding along. 

        "Why would you keep that thing? He killed your family." Hughie asked, looking at the toy like it might come to life and strangle him. It was a valid question I guess. I wasn't sure myself. It was just when I looked at it I didn't see him. I saw my mom.

        "That's not the point! Focus. I think he knows who I am. I look like my mom but I didn't think it was so obvious. That must be it. He's messing with me. He's gonna kill me." Tears started to fall down my cheeks, a warm reminder how much of a pathetic coward I was. 

      "But the other day, you said you didn't care if he killed you. You were fine going out in a blaze of glory, what happened?" 

        "I was wrong, it's different! It's all different when he's in front of you. I don't wanna die Hughie." He pulled me into a tight hug. "I don't wanna die Hughie!" I cried louder as he softly shushed me. 

        "You're not going to die. No one's going to hurt you." I knew logically there was nothing Hughie could do to help but somehow just hearing someone tell me it would be alright helped. I didn't get a lot of stuff like this once my parents died. "We can call Butcher and see what he thinks. Would that help?" He pulled away from the hug to look down at me. I took the opportunity to pull away myself.

       "Um yeah yeah maybe."

       "Okay I'll try and get a hold of someone and see if he can give you some advice or something." I nodded and he pulled out his phone and started to pace around the room. 

        The helplessness and fear I felt was indescribable. Sat here hiding, I couldn't get the thought out of my head. 

        "No one's answering." He sounded frustrated. I knew it was because he knew there was nothing he could do to make this stop. He was feeling helpless as well. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me. 

       "Don't worry about it. Nothing he could do from there anyway. Just sit down, you'll put a hole in the floor pacing like that." And just like that the mask was back on. I dried my tears with the back of my hand. He came over quickly and sat back down. 

      "Maybe you and I cou-"

      "No, whatever your plan is, it's a no. I'm just going to have to see if he comes. That's all I can do. There is no preparation, no shelter in place, no getting reinforcements. I'm just going to have to wait and see. Who knows I could be reading too far into this. I could be overreacting." I stood up and packed my bag back up. He frowned at me.

       "Just go lay down in the back, I'm going to keep trying their cells." He said as he pressed the phone back to his ear. 

        "Nah it's getting dark enough. The shelter will let me back in. If I'm in a crowded all girl shelter there isn't much he can do to me. His reputation is more important than revenge." Hughie couldn't argue with the reasoning. After some reassurance he let me leave. 

        The walk to the shelter was a painful experience. Every shadow over head was him. Every voice was his. Every face I saw was his. I resorted to using my abilities just so I didn't have to see faces. It's true what they say we are all the same on the inside. I had to pull myself together. I wasn't going to let him rip my life apart again. 

        Muscular system after muscular system passed me as I walked. There was something calming about it, seeing people as nothing more than the parts that make us up gives you an odd perspective. It makes you feel small, insignificant in the best kind of way. 7.9 billion bags of flesh holding muscles, blood and bones, all walking around at once. All looking nearly indistinguishable from one another. Small, insignificant, unnoticeable that's all I want to be right now. 

         Things were normal at the shelter. Girls arguing with supervisors, others sleeping and some crying. I crawled up on my bunk and took out my Homelander plush before laying down with it like I did every night but tonight I was thankful it didn't have a voice box. I drifted to sleep plagued with nightmares of his eyes. 

      Sometime later I heard breathing close by and at first assumed it was my bunkmate. Warm air brushed against my face. They were much closer than they should be. I open my eyes and realize I'm faced to face with the expressionless face of Homelander. I let out a yelp and moved my head away. He looked so calm. I still had to be asleep. This has to be another nightmare. I didn't dare speak. He gave me a soft smile.

        "Sorry I had to wake you, could you come outside with me?" He asked so kindly, it made me feel sick. I shook my head no still not finding my voice. The more awake I became the more I realized this was actually happening. I was as good as dead if I left this crowded room of sleeping girls. "Please? I think Liz would want you to come with me. Right Lizzy?" He said as he motioned for me to look down at my bunkmate. I looked between the space between my bed and wall and saw Liz sleeping soundly with a red gloved hand around her throat. He wasn't choking her yet but I had no doubt that's where this would go if I didn't come along. 

       "Okay okay." I say as softly and calmly as I could not wanting to give him any reason. Liz was a mother, she had never hurt anyone in her life. I couldn't let her die for nothing like this. It was now or never. I needed to get him out of this building and take my shot hopefully before he can kill me. I slowly climb the ladder down. My plush still in my hand. At the moment I didn't even realize I still had it. I was just trying to go as fast as I could without shaking the bed. As soon as my feet touched the ground he put his hand on my back to guide me outside to my certain death. 

       Adrenaline pumped through my veins as we walked. All of a sudden I could see bodies through the walls. Every single one of them in this building glowed to me like a fleshy X-rays. It was so disorienting I stumbled over the threshold of the door leading to the outside. I felt like I was going to float away if not for the firm hand on my back. I turned to face him. He too was just as see through as the others. How humanizing, staring up at his skinless face he looked just like all the others. 

      He was speaking to me. I could see his eyebrows furrow like he was mad or confused. I couldn't hear him through all I could hear was my own heartbeat. This was it, all in one shot I tried to pull his spine from his back. He hunched his shoulders a little and I definitely saw the bones move but for the most part his spine didn't budge. Panicking, I tried to rip his brain stem but it was like it was too tough to tear. Supe's are stronger than humans on average but I figured he'd be like translucent, hard on the outside but soft and squishy on the inside. I couldn't be more wrong. His hand grabbed my throat and pulled me close. I dropped the toy and tried to claw at his arm desperately. My nails bend when I rake them over his arm. I was sure a few were pulled off my fingers all together.

        "What are you doing?" He growled. I wasn't sure if he meant too but he was holding me too tight. My ability's vision started to fade and I saw him clear as day. His eyes were glowing red. I wanted to cry but I didn't want that to be my last act on this earth. "Are you going to behave?" He said as his eyes stopped glowing. I wasn't sure what he meant. I couldn't understand why I wasn't dead yet. I tried to gulp but his hand was so tight it stopped me from swallowing. "Well, are you?" He actually wanted me to answer? I tried to nod the best I could and his grip loosened. I took a deep breath and tried to pull away from him.

         "No, I don't think so." He says with almost an air of humor like he thought it was so funny I was trying to get free from his grasp. He put an arm around my back and lifted us into the sky. I continued to try and free myself much to his amusement. One second ago he was trying to kill me and the next he was laughing. He's crazier than I thought. We flew up so high I started to feel cold. The lights below blurred. The air was so thin up here but he seemed to be breathing fine. He looked down at me as I struggled for air. He has a slight smirk on his face as my actual vision starts to fade now. 

        "Shush, it's alright." He cooed over me. I fought it as long as I could. I didn't want his voice to be the last thing I heard. I tried to scream but nothing came out. Just like that all my air was gone and I was done for.

        I thought I had died. I had accepted it. I wasn't sure how much time had passed but my head was killing me. Wherever I was it was dark. Too dark to see. What if I did die? Could this be the afterlife? Just darkness. Maybe it was hell.

       "Mom, mommy?" I call out in a horst voice. I wait for a second and don't hear anything. There was a creaking sound and a door opened filling the room with light and blinding me. A caped figure stood in the doorway. 

         "Nope I'm not your mommy." He sounded almost soft and mocking all at once. It was worse than hell I was with Homelander. 

[chierafied]

December Drabbles Day 4 - A Bitter Defeat

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Banner fan art by the amazing @sayuri-liu

For @elevenharbor. You're amazing and talented and I simply adore you. Hope you'll enjoy this Sesshoumaru vs. gift wrapping vol 2!

Day 4 - A Bitter Defeat

Sesshoumaru glared at the stuffed toy dog with utter loathing. It was a giant monstrosity of white fluff. Rin had fallen in love with it the moment she’d first seen it in the shop window. Every day for the past two weeks she’d insisted they walk that same route home from kindergarten, just so she could go “visit the doggy” again. So of course, he’d had to get her the damn thing for Christmas. What else could a father do? 

The only issue was that now he had to somehow wrap up this mighty beast of a plushie. Gift wrapping wasn’t among the wealth of skills he possessed. Sure, he could find his way around a plain box: rectangles were very much on his level. Especially if he could use fabric to wrap them in like in the traditional furoshiki style — though even there the fancier folding options were beyond him. But this humongous lumpy thing and the rolls of wrapping paper at his feet had him feeling like he was about to embark on an origami masterclass from hell. 

Sesshoumaru snarled at the toy to show him who was the boss. Then he grabbed a roll of tape in one hand, the first roll of the cutesy cartoon penguin-infested wrapping paper in the other and commenced the battle. 

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“I’m home,” Kagome called out from the door. She frowned as silence greeted her. She’d just dropped Rin off at the grandmother’s after work and in her typical fashion Sesshoumaru’s mother had bulldozed Kagome’s initial plan of a quick visit and insisted that she stay for tea. Now she was almost two hours late coming home so Sesshoumaru should have been back. And the lights were on. So why the silent treatment? 

Kagome took off her shoes and her coat in the entranceway and set out to investigate. 

She was almost at the bedroom door when she heard it. A steady, deep rumble. It was coming from the study at the end of the hall. As she neared the study, she finally made out what she was hearing. Kagome bit her lip to keep in the surprised laughter, then swung open the door of the study. 

She found the cause of Sesshoumaru’s impressive litany of swearwords as soon as she laid eyes on him and absolutely lost it, doubling over in a helpless fit of giggles. 

Sesshoumaru regarded her sourly, his shoulders stiff with wounded dignity. 

“When you’re quite done with that, I could use some help,” he told him, voice gruff. 

Tears sprung to Kagome’s eyes, and she laughed even harder.  

After a few very long minutes, she finally had her hilarity under control. Clutching her sore stomach, she managed to wheeze out: “I can see that.” 

“You know I don’t like gift wrapping.” 

“I know. It’s just... How did you manage to tangle your hair with the string like that? Also, why is there a piece of tape sticking to your cheek? And that wrapping paper... it looks like you were trying to turn it into a toga, I mean that’s a look but I’m guessing it was not on purpose?” 

“No, it wasn’t,” Sesshoumaru replied curtly. 

Kagome allowed herself one last snicker before she walked over to him. 

“All right, don’t worry my darling. I’m here to save you.” 

*

Note: If you want to see furoshiki in action, this video is a nice introduction!

[kshira]

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 — 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜��𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

“sir?” a customer stirs kazutora from his thoughts, snapping him back fairly quick he flashes a fake smile, “here’s your change, have a good day” he mumbles the last part, leaning back on the counter as he drowns himself into a dreadful reality.

“wanna grab a drink after this?” chifuyu questions, placing down a bag of dog food while he watches kazutora check his phone, “or you have other plans?” he shakes his head, long hair swaying with the movement.

“she hasn’t talked to me in three days, it’s my day to see koi” he begins, searching for advice but chifuyu really lacks in that department. “you probably shouldn’t be dry humping the mother of your child and still be talking to your fuck buddy for starters” chifuyu tried—he really, really tried.

“i just want there to be a backup if anything backfires, ya know?” kazutora deadpans back, which kinda irks chifuyu. “hold on, you can’t string someone along while you’re playing family with another, you got to get your shit straight, tora”

kazutora sighs in defeat, unraveling his apron while he lays it on the counter, “time to stop running away from your problems, you got a kid now and if you want more, gotta work for it” chifuyu reminds him, patting him on the back for some reassurance.

“i feel like i’m going backwards, the more time i spend with her i know i can tell i’m still in love with her. i don’t know how she feels but the closer i try to get—something happens and she pushes me away” kazutora looks at chifuyu for something, just something to either help him or ease his mind but his friend is only there for support—kazutora has to do this, all by himself.

and he knows the first step is figuring out what he wants—but what does kazutora exactly want? a new relationship he can build without a painful past formed around the foundation or a family he’d always craved with the love of his life? real adult problems kazutora fucking hates.

“she needs this too” you hold a tiger plushie in your grasps trying to hand it over to kazutora while he struggles to keep a grip on the mountains of items just for koi. kazutora hums in reply walking to his car to place the array of items into it, you walk behind him handing kazutora another toy that koi couldn’t possibly live without.

“can we talk before i leave?” he questions, propping up on his car, you shrug your shoulders crossing your arms in front of your chest, “i guess, what is it?” you’re still bitter about the whole ordeal the other night and honestly you think space between the both of you is the best thing to do.

“us, i want to talk about us” kazutora scratches the back of his neck, nervously avoiding your gaze, “we share a daughter together but there is no us.” he bites down on his lip when you begin to walk away, smiling at koi when she bounces out of the house, dress swaying with her giddy jumps.

“you know i want to try more than anything to be a family. i still have feelings for you that i know aren’t ever going to go away, no matter how hard i try” kazutora bends down to engulf his daughter in a hug, she squeals louder when he starts tickling her.

“try harder” you snap back, giving koi one final kiss before kazutora sits her in the new car seat, squirming as he buckles her up, kazutora watches you walk away again, he’s seen it so many times and maybe he should run after you but he’s still that eighteen year old coward.

“daddy, i’m hungry” koi looks up at kazutora with the biggest stars aligned in her eyes, grinning when he places fruit snacks in her little hands, “i’ll make you something in a minute, angel” he smiles back, nodding her head quickly she darts back to the tv.

kazutora is so lost in thought, cringing when he remembers how painful your words were to him earlier, he’s almost at a lost on what to do but with an annoying knock splintering his head he yields all active ideas.

“can i answer it, please?” koi squeals, jumping in front of kazutora while he walks to the door, he peeps through the hole and almost faints at the sight, grabbing koi quickly in his arms while he thinks what to do.

there’s no way, there’s no fucking way this is happening to him right now, kazutora gulps knowing there’s really only one way to settle one of the many problems he has served on his plate.

“a-ash, what’re you doing here?” kazutora stutters, watching her familiar eyes flicker with heat, “wanted to surprise you, i know you’re off today” she replies back, wiggling at the doorknob. koi looks up at her dad, confused and curious she begins screaming for ash to go away.

“is that a kid?” she questions, opening the door when kazutora finally unlocks it, “she’s my daughter” he steps back with koi clinging to his neck, ash places a hand on her hip while she examines kazutora eyes bulging out, koi resembling the same look.

“hey baby, what’s your name?” ash smiles, reaching out to pinch at koi but she squirms in kazutora’s arms, “mommy says don’t talk to strangers and strangers aren’t supposed to touch.” ash cocks her head to the side, “oh? who’s mommy? all i see is a daddy.”

ash smirks at kazutora, he remembers ironically enough that the term was used a lot with him and her—but for some odd reason, kazutora is completely turned off from it. “i think you should leave, this is my only day to spend with my daughter and i want it to be just me and her” kazutora places koi on the floor, bending down to whisper something in her ear, she nods slowly but not before giving ash another glance and then proceeding to run into her new room.

“did you forget to mention you were a literal daddy?” ash hisses, kazutora places his hand on the door, “i don’t have to tell you anything if i remember, actually” kazutora mumbles, crowding around her until she catches the hint. “i guess you go dumb when we fuck but the other night would have been a perfect opportunity.”

kazutora had been regretting it since it happened but alas he was dumb, a stupid mistake he couldn’t go back on—but he has the chance to change things now. “i think it’s better if we stop seeing each other, i want to make things right with her mom” kazutora closes the door slowly, trying to avoid confrontation with ash.

he waits for the screaming, the ungodly names she’s going to call him or just trying to keep things the way they were but kazutora forgets that they’re mature people out in this world and she leaves without another word spoken, “that lady gone now, daddy?” koi pokes her head out from the bedroom, kazutora sighs, “yeah, baby. you wanna hang out with uncle baji for a bit while i talk to your mommy tonight?”

“i love uncle baji!!” she screams, jumping up and down on her toes while she begins running into her room finding the right toys to show keisuke— “i love him too” kazutora smiles, with baji watching koi, maybe now he could make things right with you.

“do you think she’ll really be okay with just baji?” you huff, stomping back and forth in your living room while kazutora shifts on the couch. “keisuke is a grown ass child, they’ll be fine” he reassures you, patting the space beside him.

you plop down turning to look at kazutora—visibly anxious as he fumbles with his thumbs, “i’m still in love with you” kazutora blurts out, he really wanted to build up to the momentum but fuck—he’s so goddamn nervous.

“and?” you narrow your eyes, kazutora grits his teeth, sometimes you really have to be a real stubborn ass. “i want to make this work, please. let me prove to you that i can be a great boyfriend and an even better dad” kazutora gathers your hands, holding them in his palms while he brings them to his lips.

“i’m thankful every single day for how you’ve raised koi, i hate myself everyday for missing out on so much. i want to be a family with you” kazutora pleads, kissing the tips of your fingers while your eyes swell with tears. “how do i know you won’t just leave again? i don’t care if you leave me but koi doesn’t deserve that” you croak out, emotions bubbling in your gut.

“because i love koi, i love everything about her and love being her dad— i love you, so fucking much” kazutora whispers, reaching over to wipe the tears from your cheeks, breaking the space to press a kiss against your lips, “will you be mine again, please?”

“i’m not giving you an answer, we have to try first tora” you mumble between his lips, needily kissing him back with so much force—you’ve missed kazutora ever since that night he held you in his arms. you don’t want anything else but him—you’ll take the pain if you can feel him right now.

“that’s all i want” kazutora whispers, pushing your back to the couch cushions, the tips of his fingers skimming across your body till it reaches the hem of your shorts, kazutora pauses from being on your lips, “can i touch you?” he questions, slowly guiding the pads under your shorts, “please.”

kazutora groans into your mouth, guiding his hand down to cup your pussy before he’s sliding two fingers through your folds, “so fucking wet, baby” kazutora mumbles through your lips, pumping his digits in your hole, you clench around them—feeling the cold metal against his digits while he slowly slides them in and out.

back then kazutora always struggled to touch you without your help but now as he was older—gained experience he easily could do anything to you while you laid on your back begging for more, “pretty pussy remembers me, already got you soaking wet” kazutora smirks against your lips—he learned how to talk filthy too but you weren’t complaining.

kazutora pumps his fingers with vigor, lewd noises bouncing off the walls—you tried to hold everything in with your hand slapped across your mouth, back arched while kazutora moved his lips to your neck, pounding your pussy harder until he could easily tell you were close. “gonna cum like the good girl you are? make a mess for daddy?” kazutora moans into your skin, that’s all you need, all you fucking needed was that name—the way it saturated on his tongue easily dissolved your orgasm in seconds, gushing around his two thick fingers.

kazutora lingers his digits in your messy hole until you begin squirming from the sensitivity, pulling them out he places them on his tongue, “you’ve always made the prettiest face when you cum” he coos, placing a kiss against your lips so you can taste yourself.

you lazily look up at kazutora through heavy lids, he sits up on his knees you can clearly notice the outline of his cock through his pants, “you want me to help you out?” your fingers coming up to palm at him. kazutora would love nothing more than to take you into your room and fuck you for all you’re worth, prove to you he has more than three inches but—he’s trying to move foward, not backwards.

“maybe another time, angel” he whispers, sliding behind you while he wraps his arms around you, “this is better than stuffing you with my cum” kazutora pants in your ear, squeezing you harder to his chest, “well, almost.”

“you haven’t changed, condoms not your thing, still?” you tease, feeling kazutora’s chest rise with a laugh. “it doesn’t feel as good though” he whines shoving his face into your neck and huffing, “when do you think we made her?” kazutora changes the subject, sliding his hand over your stomach just imagining what it would have been like to feel koi growing everyday.

a smile tugs at your lips, beginning to grow wider as kazutora leans up to look at you, “hm?” he grins, cupping your cheek while his lips brush over your mouth. you open your lips to answer kazutora but he doesn't care for it, crashing his lips against your mouth once more, “we better go get koi before i give you another baby.”

“keisuke, what’s all over your face man?” kazutora laughs, choking on stale hair even harder when he puckers his lips, “koi wanted to put makeup on me, am i fuckable?” baji winks at him, causing kazutora to throw back his head in another fit of laughter.

“language!” you yell, cupping your hands over koi’s ears while baji and kazutora whisper to one another. you release your hold on her and begin wiping the makeup smeared across her cheeks, “did you have fun with daddy today?”

“yes! me and daddy played all day, he cooked dinner and even had his friend come by” she rambles, you pause from wiping the lipstick from her mouth, “friend? you mean baji?” she shakes her head quickly.

“no mommy, i know him. this was a girl friend” you completely drop the towelette, looking over to kazutora seemingly innocent as he talks with baji but you’re seething with anger, venom coursing through your veins while koi happily explains all about her daddy’s new friend.

“all clean baby, let’s get you home” you whisper, opening your arms for her to climb into. you walk towards baji and kazutora, koi placing kisses on each of their cheeks, kazutora gently grabs your arm as you begin to leave, “let me walk you out, angel” he smiles and your stomach fucking curls within itself, wanting to release all of the hatred you have built up—but this is for koi and she shouldn’t ever hear or see any of that.

once you step outside you place the tired child in her car seat, once her dad kisses her goodbye she’s already snoring, closing the door you turn to kazutora, stepping away so koi can’t hear anything. “she told me about your friend visiting today” you drag your eyes up to kazutora, he immediately begins sweating struggling to catch his words but they’re spilling out.

“she just showed up, i told her to leave right after that” kazutora grabs your arm but you jerk away from his touch. “i slept with her two days ago” kazutora blurts out—he really has no self control with that mouth of his.

“so you fucked another person and then the next day decide to kiss me followed by sleeping in the same bed with me? i can’t believe you tora” your voice is so hoarse, choking back the tears as kazutora tries comforting you but you push him away.

“i’m done, i’m so fucking done with you” kazutora watches as you give him another pained look before opening the door and getting inside the car, slamming it so hard it makes him flinch.

kazutora feels like he’s only going backwards, whenever anything finally goes good for him—it doesn’t and he’s back to square fucking one.

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[workofheart]

jean kirstein relationship hcs

sorry for the inactivity lately y’all school is whooping my ass </3 in the mean time, have some modern jean relationship hcs bc i miss him

protective boyfriend #1 ♡ ♡ ♡ will not hesitate to yell at ppl if they’re mean or rude to you, he doesn’t want anyone coming near you like that. thinks his partner deserves the absolute best and will not tolerate people disrespecting you or even thinking of disrespecting you. he will defend you til the day he dies, even if it embarrasses you

asks the waiter for a new dinner when yours is undercooked and you’re too nervous to say something. if you’re a person w social anxiety or just don’t feel like doing something, he would do things for you no problem, whether its fetching you something, paying for you, ordering for you, etc. he’s not gonna tease you or make fun of you, he’s just happy to help

he’s a sappy drunk :’) when he’s hammered, he gets all clingy and drags you onto the couch to cuddle w you/hangs off of you while you walk home and tells you all about how he feels about you and how he wants to spend his life with you and have dogs and a cute home forever. has the cutest little giggle while literally pouring out his feelings for you 

and if you bring it up in the morning, you KNOW he’s gonna get so shy and red like “oh... i said that? haha...”

his biggest dream is just domesticity with you - like i mentioned, living somewhere beautiful in a nice house with a beautiful family or just you and him :( he really cherishes you and just dreams about spending his life with you. his “happy place” is very likely just the two of you sitting in a field by a river on a sunny day, maybe with some sandwiches and sparkling water, with all the time in the world watching ducks swim by

i imagine that you were previously friends before starting to date, but he’d been seriously pining for you since the beginning, just never wanted to make you uncomfortable and was too scared to say anything. he’d go home after hanging out w you and just sigh (probably yell into his pillow in frustration too but shh) bc he just felt like if it wasn’t you, then who else?

meanwhile you’re being so obvious that you like him back but he keeps reasoning that you’re just being nice and wouldn’t actually want him like that 

was ready to settle for friendship and just lock away his feelings when you just pulled him aside and confessed directly. he was a strangely confused yet happy daze for the following weeks

is a sucker for romance movies - likes imagining him and you in those scenarios, romanticizes your own relationship shamelessly. i feel like he’d enjoy 500 days of summer and... wait for it... clueless. I KNOW. it’s his guilty pleasure. also consider: he bawled his eyes out at the end of la la land.

loves beach dates! loves the beach, loves the boardwalk, loves everything about that summer atmosphere. waits in line to get you funnel cake and then you sit and eat, people watching and making up stories for everyone that passes by and just laughing while you enjoy the fresh summer air. in the arcades, totally the type to win himself a cute plushie but when ur like “omg!! is that for me?” he goes oh yeah haha.. but don’t think he doesn’t notice when you’ve been eyeing up a specific toy at the ring toss stand. he will not hesitate to play game after game until he gets it for you. 

lover of back hugs. he is so generous, literally towers over you no matter ur height, just wraps his arms around u and holds u <3 it makes you feel so safe and loved and that’s all he wants for you 

carries you wherever possible. up the stairs, down the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room and back. he always boasts about how easy it is to pick you up bc he’s strong and it boosts his confidence lol

constantly tells you how pretty he thinks you are. jean always thinks you look beautiful so he always compliments your outfits and your hair and your makeup, leans into ur ear to whisper it to u and make u giggle even when it’s just the two of you at home

on that note: always gets caught staring at you and he blushes so easily when you call him out for it. can’t stop looking at you over the top of his newspaper when you’re having breakfast in the morning, can’t stop looking at you while you’re making dinner for him, can’t stop looking at you while you work or study

for valentines/your birthday/holidays he always makes you cute handmade cards out of colored construction paper. he finds a new design every single time and spends so long on it, and finishes by writing out how he feels on the inside. can u just imagine him sitting at his desk, tongue poking out of his mouth with a glue stick in hand as he lays down different colored paper hearts :( 

teases you nonstop. always poking fun at you, probably make jokes about how “irresistible” he is and how you can’t keep away lol, thinks you look adorable when you’re flustered

u give him haircuts when it’s getting long, he sits on a stool in ur bathroom and u just give him a trim every once in a while. trusts you not to fuck it up (not that you ever would) and it always comes out so nice and it makes his heart swell just to have you there to do such intimate, sort of domestic things for him.

pet names! i know so many people have talked about this but it’s just so true. has tried everything in the book to see what you like, watches carefully to see how you respond so he knows, occasionally calls you something silly like “pookie” just to get a reaction out of you

needs verbal communication. jean always has so much on his plate and has a lot of insecurities, so he really needs that reassurance that you need him and love him every day until he can accept it for himself

favorite position to sleep in is him on his back with your head on that area between his neck and shoulder, holds you really close during the night. loves loves loves when you nestle into him and cling to him for warmth when you’re asleep. has trouble sleeping if you aren’t there

dotes on you so much seriously he is so sweet and caring, just so whipped for you. he is literally so weak and always gives into you just bc it makes you happy. you want to drive out for mcdonald’s at two in the morning for an apple pie and a shake? he’s getting his keys rn

nsfw below the cut (18+)

i think mostly everyone is in agreement that jean is a total pleasure dom - he spends all night getting you to cum again and again, always asking if you can give him one more

as mentioned earlier, teases. avoids giving you what you want at first, makes you use your words, and when when you do get it, you’re getting it. aka, overstim galore. he’s not stopping until you’re spent

so much dirty talk, asks so many questions to get you to talk. “louder for me, princess” type of guy. wants to reduce you to babbling with how good he makes you feel - the sounds you make get him so incredibly hard

he is also vocal bc he knows you like it. groans his name into your ear just to feel you clench, then laughs.

never forgets to mark you up, leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest and thighs. loves to look at them later on when you’re changing, and especially loves your reaction to seeing them for yourself

size kink!! this man is almost 6’3 so chances are he’s gonna be bigger than you regardless. likes being close to you, likes being in positions where he can see you, probably has an arm slung around your waist or back whenever the position allows for it so he can hold you close

pins your arms down, holds your hips to the bed so you just have to sink into the mattress and take it

every time he aims to fuck your brains out and make sure the only thing you’re thinking about is him and how good he makes you feel

his fingers are fucking magical, dear lord, he gets you so worked up and knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, loves seeing you go hazy and unravel on his fingers. his fingers are so long and gentle and stretch you out so nice + he knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, when to change his motions to get you there in minutes

needs to be kissing you when he makes you cum. swallows your moans, adores how you struggle to kiss him back with the pleasure he’s giving you

mirror sex is top tier for him, probably has one of those siding door closets w mirrors next to his bed so he can make you look at yourself and watch just what he’s doing to you

eye contact, will 100% grab your jaw to make you look at him, loves seeing you stare up at him through glassy eyes

literal KING of aftercare. takes such good care of you, gets you anything and everything you need, cleans up so well, gives you the world and more

[misasimagines]

dates the jjk charas take you on!

included characters: Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Maki, Gojo, Nanami rating: sfw warnings: none! gn reader

Yuji: Food, shopping, movie. Not always in that order, but he’s straightforward. He’s not the best at planning even if he does come up with a ton of different ideas. He’ll end up hyping you up for a place that he knows is great and you’ll love it and then you get there and it’s closed. He also likes going to like the beach and wants to play games, run around, splash in the water, stare at your ass in your swimsuit- In colder months, snowball fight! Building snowmen! Snow angels! He’s just fun and excitable and constantly moving or needing something to focus on. He also is very down to just stay home and watch movies/shows or play video games, even if he’s the only one playing and you’re just watching or vice versa. Yuji is very happy to lay his head in your lap and cheer you on while you play something as long as you do the same for him!

Megumi: He considers grocery shopping and other errands a date. What do you mean you want to go out on a real date, we just went to the DMV together two days ago?? Walk his dogs with him and convince him that yes, they DO need the little dog toy with the most annoying squeaker on the planet. He hates you for it but the pups are so happy... If you aren’t, for some reason, a boring person who enjoys grabbing a nice little beverage to sip on while you get groceries, he will agree to take you out wherever you want. Take him to like a build-a-bear and he looks out of place but he does end up going home with a little frog plushie in a matching outfit to yours. Overall though, kind of just likes sitting around at home with you. He can read a book with you or quietly listen while you play a video game or watch shows/movies. Cooking/baking together he didn’t think he’d be a fan of but he is because he just gets to spend time with you!

Nobara: She always has a million ideas but ends up at a mall. She just wants to get clothes with you, do a little fashion show for each other, and take a bunch of pictures. She also won’t shy away from “touristy” places, she wants to see everything that’s worth seeing! A lot of the places you go to end up being crowded or have a line because she didn’t plan to go on a less busy day. She also might end up heartbroken because they ran out of the specialty pastry that they’re known for, so now you have to go grab ingredients and try to make it at home with her! Whether you know how to bake or not, and whether it turns out well or as a terrifying half cooked monstrosity, it’s fun because she turns on music for it and dances around and is so earnest about the whole thing. And, of course, canonically a Smash player. She’ll beat your ass at video games if given the opportunity. In general, expect that a date with Nobara is a whole day affair. It’s not a quick run to a cafe and then you go home. She plans for at least 8 hours.

Maki: ....she’s invites you to go to the gym with her. If you’re into that, godspeed she’s not slowing down anything for you. She likes competition, who can lift the most, run the fastest, do the most pushups, etc, but if you’re just not strong enough for that, she’s a lot more gentle! She wants to help you reach your goals and she’s not always the most patient about it, but she recognizes your limits and helps you succeed within them. She also likes doing things like going on hikes or rock climbing. If being active is really NOT your thing, she’ll still invite you to these things but won’t push. She’ll go with you to less physically exhausting dates, but she’s not the best planner for those things so you’ll have to take the reigns. She is the person who’s like oh it’s only 45 minutes away? We can walk-

Gojo: If you’ve ever seen Guys and Dolls, yeah, that’s him, he’ll invite you to a restaurant- in another country. He can’t stop spending money, he’s blowing through it like it’s his last day on earth. He’ll buy you anything, take you to any place you want. He wants to give you as many Once in a Lifetime experiences that he can because he wants to make sure you remember him through it all. He can get into any show, sold out concert, booked restaurant, invite only party/club, and likes going to the more exciting nightlife style things. But he also just likes kind of meandering. Walk around the city with him and window shop, look at graffiti and people watch, grab lunch from an unassuming cafe with a weird gimmick. As much as he likes putting on a show, he appreciates when he doesn’t have to and you aren’t expecting that from him. Also likes the more cliche dates like going to a zoo and feeding the giraffe and laughing at you when it tries to eat your hair/clothes.

Nanami: Dinner at home and RELAX. He’s tired. He doesn’t have much of an interest in going out to a party or clubs or drinking until he’s going to have a headache for the next 24 hours. He doesn’t mind going out, he loves cafes and trying out new restaurants (or just going to the one he knows he really likes and can’t get that ONE dish anywhere else) and will not turn down going to bakeries. Buy a bunch of bread from different bakeries, get home and compare them. That’s a good date in his book. He also wouldn’t turn down trying out different like classes with you, cooking class, pottery making, painting, etc, or even going on a hike every once in a while. He’s not interested in spending a ridiculous amount of money, but he’s not cheap, just Aware. He also doesn’t want to have to go out every week on a crazy big date. He needs a weekend in between to unwind.

[tamakissimp]

headcanons - s/o with an infant sister

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: You suddenly show up with your infant sister at school. 

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Kirishima, Shinso, Bakugou and Mirio

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: cursing, fluff

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥: by anon. see here

𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒:

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟘𝟠

a/n: i have no fucking clue how to interact with a baby so this was...fun to write

This man highkey has a thing for domestic stuff. So seeing you with a child makes his mind go into overdrive.

He will be slightly hurt that he only finds out now that you have a sister but he can't help but be excited.

After he found out that you have a sister, he will spoil her to death. He weekly gifts her shark-themed plushies and toys. His spoiling gets to a point where you have to tell him off about it.

But all he needs to do is show his big puppy-dog eyes and you can't deny him. So now 99% of your sister wardrobe are red articles of clothing gifted by Kirishima.

Just never ask him to babysit her for you, he can barely take care of himself.

To say he was surprised was an understatement. Seeing most of class 1-A fawning a baby was weird. Seeing you holding said baby was even weirder. How did you even get a baby?

"Kiri," you call out happily. You grab a hold of your sister's hand and wave at Kirishima using her hand. Her chubby finger around yours as she happily squeals. The poor thing didn't know what was going on. All she knew that there was a hoard of teenagers showering her in love and attention.

Kirishima takes quick strides towards you, pushing away his classmates. He bows down slightly so that he is eye level with your sister.

"Now who's this little pebble we got here?" he asks. You sister makes grabby hands towards him and he happily lets he grab ahold of one of his fingers.

"My sister!" you say happily. Confusion washes over Kirishima. You never mentioned that you had a sister.

"Oh," he says. He tries not to let his slight disappointment show as he lifts his free hand up to rub over your sister's chubby cheeks. Why didn't you tell him you had a sister?

His disappointment didn't last long though. His red eyes look up at you. A surreal glow seems to have formed itself around you. The sight of you with a little bundle of joy in your arms makes his heart swell up.

Kirishima would be lying to say that he hadn't fantasized of starting a family of his own. And now, seeing how beautiful and calm you looked with a child in your arms, he was sure. He doesn't hesitate before peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks.

"Kiri!" you say as you nudge him slightly. Even now, you went out of your way to make sure that your sister could remain in your arms comfortably. You turn slightly to push Kirishima off of you using your back.

"Baby, I'm sorry," he says as he turns you to face him again. You simply roll your eyes at him and ignore him, choosing to talk with Mina instead. Unsurprisingly, your pink friend couldn't stop cooing at your sister from the moment she saw her.

Kirishima stays still, not wanting to annoy you further when you are supposed to be caring off your sister. Though that doesn't stop him from making heart eyes at you. His heart swells at the sight of his domestic fantasies being fulfilled. God, he was whipped.

𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠:

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟛𝟛𝟞

Shinso and babies don't mix well. He has no one how to act around them or what to do. It's the next level of awkwardness.

However, seeing you with a baby? Yeah, that's a whole different story. He tries to play it cool but he can't deny the fact that his heart is nearly beating out of his chest at the sight of you.

He will follow you around all day like a lost puppy. He will snarl at any classmates who get a bit too close to your sister.

Don't be surprised when he randomly shows up at your doorstep with a bag full of baby toys. Because he didn't have the best childhood, he now wants to ensure that your sister's childhood is as perfect as one can be.

Shinso stares at the child sitting before him. Drool drips out of the corner of your sister's mouth as her eyes bore into his. What the fuck is he supposed to do?

"Just look after her for a minute". That minute has now last fifteen times as long. Shinso has no clue what to do with a baby. Should he just leave her alone? Cuddle her? Talk to her?

"So," he says. Your sister perks up at his voice. "How's baby-life treating you?". In response, she lets out a happy squeal as she stuffs the plushy she's clutching in her hands into her mouth.

Shinso cringes at the thought of the stuffed animal now becoming saliva soaked. "Gross," he says. His head wipes around as he hears your dorm room door unlocked.

You stumble into the room with a couple of your classmates hot on your tail. Coos of adoration fill the room as your friends spot your sister sitting on your bed.

You press a soft kiss into Shinso's hair as you walk by him. "I'm so sorry," you say as you quickly walk over to your sister and lift her up. You cradle her to your body. You start rocking her from side to side on instinct.

"Some people kept me busy," you say while shooting a glare over to your friends. Denki and Sero quickly walk over to you and stare at your sister. Her hands lift up and tangle themselves into the boy's hair, happily tugging on the strands.

Shinso smirks at the whines coming from the pair. "It's okay," he says. His eyes stayed glued to your form as you lose your sister's grip on your friend's hair. His heart skips a beat as your sister's headrests against your shoulder.

Fuzziness flows over his mind as his thought are clouded by fantasies of what it would be like if you were holding his kids instead. He doesn't even try to stop himself. Maybe he didn't hate baby that much after all.

𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦:

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟛𝟟𝟚

Bakugou likes to be all tough and say that he hates kids. He genuinely thinks he does. Until he sees you with your sister.

Now, he is a sucker for baby. His body tends to run warm due to his quirk and babies love to use him as a personal heating pad.

You know how people baby-talk? Well Bakugou, is a strange case. While his voice will be soft and sweet, he'll still call the people around him names. He'll be telling Denki that 'if he says another word he'll rip his toenails out' while cooing at the baby in his arms the same time. It's weird.

His life goals used to be to become the number one hero. Now, having kids is up there too. Ever since he met your sister, he hasn't been able to get the thought of little Bakugou's running around out of his head.

What. The. Fuck. "Idiot!" Bakugou yells out. You quickly wipe around. A smile creeps on your lips while you happily wave at him. He takes quick steps over to you.

"What the fuck is this shit?" he says while pointing at the child cradled in your arms.

"My sister?" you say. Oh. That explains a bit. He glances between you and the child in your arms. The resemblance was uncanny. Your eyes have the same twinkle and your sisters nose looks the same as yours. If he didn't know better, he would have said the baby was yours.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me you had a sister?" he says. His tone is pointed and sharp though you can see through him. A warm blush is dusted over his cheeks.

"I did," you say as you pull your sister closer to you. Her head rests comfortably against your shoulder while her hands clutch into your shirt for dear life. "I send you a card when she was born. Didn't you see?".

Embarrassment washes through the hothead. His mom told him a month or two back that there was mail for him. A card coming from a classmate. He never bothered to open it, thinking it was from another extra in his class.

"Wanna hold her?" you ask. Bakugou gets snapped out of his thoughts. Him? Holding a baby? Anxieties run through his mind. What if he accidentally hurts him? He nods though.

You smile brightly at him as you help to ease your sister into Bakugou's hold. The feeling of someone so small against him makes his heart race. The way your sister's chubby cheeks gets smushed as she leans into him. Her hands grab into his shirt, just like she did with you.

Whimpers and coos fall over he lips as she stares into Bakugou's vermillion eyes. His shoulders drop and any tension he held in his body melts away. Fuck, he thinks. He likes this.

"See? That ain't that bad," you say. Bakugou simply scoffs. He looks down at your sister. A smile tugs on his lips.

"Whatever," he mumbles. One of his hands moves up to gently stroke your sisters head. Maybe babies aren't so bad after all.

𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕠:

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟛𝟙𝟛

It is a known fact that every baby on this planet loves Mirio. Maybe it's his big smile. Maybe it's his calming aura. Nobody knows.

He is such a family man. While his dream is to be a hero, before that, having a family was his number one dream.

Mirio is quite a nurturing person. With his friendship with Tamaki, he is always looking out for him and keeping him calm. The same goes for kids. He goes into big brother mode with every kid he sees.

Mirio is the epitome of a teddy bear. While he is big, muscular and can be scary at times, he has a heart of gold. Anyone gets baby fever from seeing him interact with children.

You close your eyes as you lean back into the couch. Sweet rest, something you hadn't had in a couple of days. Your parents went on a business trip and you took on the role of babysitter.

Caring for an infant is exhausting. Sure, during the weekend you could handle it. But now that Monday has rolled around and classes started again, you felt the burden.

Luckily, you had a knight in shining armour to come and save you. From the moment Mirio's eyes landed on your sister, she hadn't been out of his arms. He's constantly fawning over her and giggling along with her.

Now, both of Mirio's laying on the couch next to you, your sister resting on his chest. A bright cartoon show is displayed on the television in front of you.

"You're an angel," you whisper out, eyes still closed.

Mirio chuckles. "You've already said so five times, sunshine," he says while brushing your hair out of your face. A lazy smile tugs on your lips as you move over to rest your head against his shoulder.

"A real fucking angel," you repeat. Mirio nods, though you don't see him doing so. He glances between you and your sister. Both of you a nearly falling asleep while cuddling into him.

"When are your parents coming back?" he asks.

"Tomorrow.". Your words are slightly muffled as you push your face against his warm shoudler. "Then I'll be free again. No baby-bound-Y/n anymore.".

"That's a shame. You'd look cute as a parent,' Mirio says. Heat crawls over your cheeks. You let out a whine while playfully swatting his chest, carefully not to accidentally swat your sister. "It's true, sunshine.".

You don't reply to him. Instead, your mind chooses to finally doze off into sleep. Mirio smiles down at you before turning back to your sister. "Both of you are cute.".

[spideymarvelws]

Peter Parker fluff- as friends or on a date, the reader and Peter go to target and cuteness, flirting and a lot of fluff happen 🥺

Some ideas ( if you don’t know what to do )

- Peter picks you an outfit to wear

- your in the makeup section shopping and Peter either gets into it or he gets bored

- in the food isles Peter says that you both should bake together

Even tho i’m not taking requests... i still wanted to do a little hc cause this idea was to cute to pass up that and i was feeling in a fluffy mood

Main Masterlist 

I could see it just being something happening out of the blue

Well for Peter at least

He was ready to just chill at your place

Maybe get some last minute work down

But for the most part he was just excited to goof around with you like he did almost every afternoon

Maybe also gather the courage to confess his feelings to you

What he didn’t expect was to be attacked with your puppy dog eyes, asking him to come with you to target

You were already planning on going with a MJ but she bailed last second

For reasons unknown 👀

Definitely not because the constant pinning was getting on her nerves😀

And since it was a last minute decision to go, you didn't have the time to tell Peter your plans

So once he reached you immediately asked him to go with you

He ‘reluctantly’ agreed, coughing away the red all over his face when you grabbed his hand and dragged him out the apartment

Now where I live we don’t have target and I’ve only ever been there once so bare with me here

Peter doesn’t know jack shit about shopping for clothes

His waredrobe consists of the same jacket, two pairs of jeans he just washes every week, maybe a sweater or two and an entire draw dedicated to tshirts with science puns

And while you found the silly puns and jokes cute, especially when he looked so proud and went on little rambles when someone pointed them out

You couldn’t help but wonder how you could do so much better...

Queue the fashion show montage

The classic black jeans, white shirt combo for starters

Definitely trying out the bad boy look with a fake leather jacket over top

Does target sell plaid pants?💀 cause if they do thats a definite yes

We’ve seen how good Tom looks in them

And maybe- possibly you slipped in a crop top 

The second best thing you’ve ever done after embarrassing him in front of the avengers 

And as much as he didn’t want to admit, he liked it too

Quite a lot

But he couldn’t let you know that

Especially since he was acting done with the entire situation, he had to keep up with the facade

Not that it was believable when his face was the shade of the target logo itself

Subtly slipped the top into the cart 

“I thought you didn’t like it?”

“shutup.” 🧍🏻

Picking out some clothes for you wasn’t any better

Because of course you picked the most revealing outfits

Constantly asking how he felt about it, if he liked the colour, the way it made you look

He always answered with the generic answer of you look beautiful in everything or just a quick, high pitched ye-yeah you look great!

Which was true, you could make a potato sack look amazing

But he wasn’t about to call his best friend sexy in the middle of a Target

Nor did he want to get turned on in the middle of a Target

So calling you beautiful seemed like the next best thing

After the absolute torcher mostly on his part in the in the clothes section

It was off to the makeup 

And boy, did you take advantage of him

Using him as your brand new canvas

Countless swatches of eye shadow, lipstick, you name it, littered his arms with the first aisle

Honestly anything that caught your eye and had a free sample you used

Ofc this is after covid

Very pouty boi every time you grabbed his arm

But still looked at you like you lite up the sun

Which was always his downfall

Willing to help

But at what cost?

At some point, you managed to reach to his face

Manz do be looking like a full on clown afterwards🤡

But he was your clown 🥰

*cough cough*

Best friend clown ig 👀🙄😒

Luckily you kept makeup wipes in your bag

Because you were cruel, but not that cruel

And while Peter was relieved, he had to make a mental note to ask if you could do his face properly when you reached back home

Maybe it was because he actually quite liked how he looked with coloured eyeliner or maybe it was because of the close proximity of your face to his

Ig we’ll never know🤷‍♀️

At that point you thought you’d put him through enough

So you rewarded him with going to the toy aisle next

Because you can’t convince me that Peter Parker is not a man child by heart

And that is not the first place he would run too anytime he’s taken to any store like target

You’ve never seen him smile wider that day

Probably because all you’ve been making him do was blush and mumble words under his breath 😇

But he was especially pulled to all the spider man toys

In fact as you both entered the aisle there was already a small boy there, giggling with his parents as he held up packaged web-shooters and playing superhero, adorning a plastic spider-man mask on his face

Peter almost burst into a million pieces of confetti

And as the family left, he turned to you with a bright smile

“Can we get some?”

“THE CHILD??!!”

“WHAT!? NO! Not the child, the TOYS!”

such a weird sentence out of context lmaoo

Fast forward the next thirty minutes, the both of you are giggling and laughing, chasing each other around the aisles with plastic swords and shields

Peter having to hold you back from jumping into a crate of plushies

You making sure he never got any silly string cans in his hands

Just pure chaos

How you both haven’t gotten kicked out? Only bingus knows

Having that moment where he sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him, just muttering boo in your ear to scare you

Him laughing at you

You trying to calm your racing heart

Then realising how close both your faces where

The area becoming quiet

Feeling his breath against your face

His body close to yours

All Peter saw was you and all you saw was Peter

The both of you slowly leaning in, gaze switching from his lips to his eyes, making sure that this was something that he wanted

Feeling his lips brush along yours, reading to fully press them against-

“eXUsE mE? But do you knew where the shampoo is?”

👁👄👁

🧍‍♀️🧍🏻

🦗 🦗 🦗

Peter stepped away and politely guided the lady to the aisle, earning him a pat on the head while you stood awkwardly by your cart

You both strolled to the food area in silence, immediately separating to ‘divide and conquer’ but in reality it was to fully process what just happened

While you were overthinking near the pastries, Peter was working over by the fruits, hating that the moment was ruined and wondering what would’ve happened if you weren’t interrupted

He kept thinking about the fact that you didn’t pull away

That you leaned in with him

That he felt your lips even if it was for a split second

He wasn't about to let his opportunity go to waste

And his sudden burst of courage

So as you both checked out and walked out of the store, he was quick to pack everything in the trunk of the car, pushing the cart right in front of you and blocking you from climbing into the drivers seat

“Get in.”

“Heh?”

“Get in.”

You blinked

“As in, get into the cart?”

“Yes.”🙂

hehe 

you’re in danger😀

But nevertheless you got into the cart, trying your best to find a comfortable position 

You mind immediately went to Peter rushing you across the carpark, sending you both flying into a hospital bed

But you didn’t expect him to pull out a camera along with a bouquet of flowers you didn’t know he bought

He delicately gave it to you, blushing when your fingers brushed along each other

“I just- I just wanted to get some photos for memories.” 

His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes locked on his shoes that tapped on the floor repeatedly

You bit your lip, relaxing into the cart with your leg thrown over the thin plastic and flowers held to your chest

“Like one of your french girls?”

“Okay. Just because we watched Titanic last week does not give you the right to use that line everywhere,”

“Just shut up and take the pictures Parker.”

After a few moments of Peter circling the cart, making sure to get the perfect angles that captured the sun set behind you but kept you as the focus point of the picture, you started to zone out

Instead of focusing on making a certain face or direction, you took in his appearance

Hair tousled and glowing brown, moving perfectly with the wind

His face fully concentrated on taking the pictures

It was a perfect picture

He was a perfect picture

“If this is for memories you gotta get in here too Peter.”

You smiled, waving your hands and ushering for him to come closer

“I- okay.”

He walked behind the cart hesitantly, leaning over with the camera to get the both of you in frame

He had to lean a little bit closer, his face right next to yours

So as his finger pressed the button to take the photo, you took the courage to turn your head to give him a kiss on the cheek

But he turned his head to do the same thing

Resulting the both of your lips connecting, a quick peck that sent to both of your head spiralling and smiles growing

“Never thought our first kiss would be in a target carpark.”

“Can out second one be there too?”

“Damn right it can.”

[sombreboy]

Scented ↬ yandere!snakehybrid!pjm

⤍18+ ⤍xtremity; 5 ⤍pairing: yandere!snakehybrid!pjm x female reader ⤍genre: pwp smut, hybrid, yandere ⤍word count: 2.2k ⤍warnings: smut, cursing, possessive!pjm, dom!pjm/sub!reader, licking kink (pjm has a split snake tongue), he's got two dicks lmao, biting, unprotected sex, pjm has a praise kink too in the midst of this

Jimin, your snake hybrid-- senses another male hybrid’s scent on you, and punishments follow...

You were dragged out once in a while with your girlfriends to go clubbing, and tonight, they had finally managed to. They brought their boyfriends, and you- well, you brought Jimin.

He'd gladly accepted, he absolutely loved to drink, dance and simply enjoy the flashing colours of the venue.

However, he mostly came with because he wanted to keep an eye on you. Jimin was proud to see you get attention, you were like a goddess to him. However, he was less excited about the longing, dirty looks of men coming your way.

He wanted to strangle every single one of them.

At least you were in good hands of your female friends, and his own.

You were seated in a booth next to Jimin, along with two of your girlfriends and their boyfriends, Taehyung and Jungkook. They were both drop dead gorgeous, sensual men that caught the attention of both men and women as well.

So did Jimin, he turned heads wherever he went, but he didn't notice it at all, too focused to keep his eyes on you.

''We're so glad you finally decided to bring your pet-– I mean, hybrid! What's his name?'' Your friend asked, genuinely curious about him.

You crooked an eyebrow, a small smile on your lips as you sipped your drink with a straw, ''He's not my pet, and his name is Jimin.''

Jungkook scoffed, ''Not your pet? Then what is he, your lover?''

Jimin's split tongue poked out to lick his lips, his eyes flickering between the two men in front of him before looking at your friend,

''Yes.''

You choked on your drink, putting the glass down with a clonk. Jimin laughed, his song-like voice brightening up any room he's in. Jungkook smiled too,

''I like him. He's funny.''

''He's really pretty.'' Taehyung commented bluntly, he's never been one to hide his attraction, whether it be towards males or females. And one can always appreciate somebodys beauty.

''He is.'' You agree, putting your hand on Jimin's knee as you give him a smile. Jimin smiles back, his pearly whites on display and if you looked closely, you could see his pointy fangs.

''Ah, thank you...'' Jimin's eyes gazed over at the dancefloor, packed with people. He seemed intrigued to go out there, but didn't want to leave your side.

You noticed this, always did. The little things in his eyes mattered.

''Jiminie, you wanna dance? Go on, take the guys with you. I'll be here with the girls.''

Jimin looked unsure, breathing out a sigh through his nose. But his doubts were washed down with alcohol, and both JK and Tae stood up to pull Jimin with them, ''Come on, it'll be fun!''

''Okay, okay, fine!'' Jimin laughed, letting the men pull him out on the dance floor on each of his arms.

As time passed by, the boys were sweaty, Jimin thoroughly enjoying being able to get rid of some energy on the dancefloor, his hair clinging to his face as he showcased his mesmerizing movements. And even if he loved the attention, the only eyes he cared for was yours, and as he was glancing over his shoulder towards your table, you weren't there.

Jimin squinted his eyes, his split tongue poking out to try to smell you, but it was impossible, there were too many scents around. He stopped dancing, the other men too drunk and happy to notice when he shuffled through the crowd to look for you.

You'd gone to the bar to get some drinks for you and your friends, but ended up stuck there, kind of flirting with the men up there. One of them were tightly pressed up against you, appreciating your beauty, telling you dirty things. You were drunk, a haze where everything felt good, boundaries slightly bent... It was just a little flirting, what could it hurt?

The man was another hybrid, a wolf that rubbed up closely, nuzzling his nose against your neck, ''You smell like...Hm..'' He scrunched his nose, not quite able to place the scent, but it was definitely a vague smell of another hybrid.

You laughed, ''Don't rub your scent on me, I'll get in trouble!''

''Hm, how about you just come home with me instead?''

You let him rub against you a little too long before you realize what is going on, and you quickly push him off of you, ''No, no. I'm taken.''

The wolf hybrid scoffs, ''Huh... Well, find me if you change your mind.'' He walked off, leaving you to finally order the drinks, but before you're able to say anything Jimin grabs your arm to pull you close, startling you.

''I was looking for you.'' He hissed through his teeth, a worried look on his face, ''Please don't go anywhere without me.''

Within the next second, Jimin's expression went from worried, to confused.... To angry.

''Why do you smell like that?'' He inches closer, nuzzling his nose against your neck. His forked tongue pokes out to lick your neck, drawing a small gasp from you,

''Dog.''

''Ah, well... A wolf hybrid...'' You weakly reply.

''Hm, so you let a dirty dog rub his scent off on you? When you belong to me?''

He hissed through his teeth, tongue slipping back into his mouth as he withdraws to stare at you with his cold eyes, pupils shrinking into a thin line, truly showing the snake hybrid within him. He wasn't pleased.

''I didn't let him, I.... He just came up and..''

Jimin interrupted you with another hiss, roughly pulling you with him into the bathroom. The bathrooms had no open stalls, just simple rooms, so this was convenient as Jimin locked the door after closing it behind him, staring you down like a predator chasing his prey.

''Jimin, what ... what's wrong?''

''You don't get it? I leave you alone for one second, trusting you...''He saunters closer, unbuttoning the upper buttons of his shirt, ''And a wolf is trying to scent you.''

You shrug, ''I don't know what he was doing..''

Jimin scoffed, ''Don't act dumb! Babe, you know exactly what he was doing... Now, I suppose I have to prevent this from happening again.''

He inches even closer, until his chest is pressed against yours, pushing you backwards against the cold tile wall.

''I'm just gonna have to show you just which hybrid you belong to.''

His hands waste no time in swiftly turning you around and bending you forward, you quickly grab onto the sink for some leverage, a small yelp escaping your lips,

''Bad girls get punished.'' Jimin hissed, and before you could answer, he had peeled the skirt of your tight dress up to expose your ass, his palm landing on your skin with a harsh smack.

Another. And another. And another.

Until you were whining, your ass red and sore as he kept spanking the same spot.

''Please! ah, it hurts...''

''Should've thought about that before you let a dirty dog scent you, hm?'', Jimin sounded angry, yet his voice was slowly becoming laced with lust. He couldn't stay mad at you for long, he never could. You were just too precious to him.

But he wouldn't tell you that. Not right now.

Jimin's eyes flickered down to your bruised skin, his forked tongue slipping out to lick his plush lips. You looked absolutely gorgeous, and there was nothing more that he wanted that to fuck you full of his cum.

He used his foot to move yours further apart, spreading you for him. His hands gripped at your ass, his blunt nails digging into the skin, drawing more whines from your throat.

''Jimin, please..''

''You have no say in this, y/n, you lost that when you betrayed me.''

''I didn't–'', Your were silenced when you felt his fingers rip your panties down, exposing your little cunt to him.

''Oh, now you've got nothing to say, hm?'' He snickers, biting his lower lip as his fingers slip between your folds, teasing your hole, but not quite inserting them as of yet.

You sigh in surprise, his fingers were cold, but it wasn't unpleasant. Automtically, you feel yourself want to move your hips against him, trying to make his fingers go inside of you.

''So compliant, I only touched you for a second and you're already needy. Tsk.''

He suddenly plunged two fingers inside of you, drawing a whimper from your lips. He pumped you slowly, teasing until you were dripping down on his hand. A series of curses hissed through his teeth, continously moving the pads of his fingers past your sweet spot, while the other fumbles to unbuckle his pants.

At last, he pulled his pants down, his two members aching for your warmth, heads swollen and glistening with precum. He sighs, a shaky breath of anticipation as he grabs one of his cocks, rubbing it between your folds to gather your juices, letting the other rub between your asscheeks.

Jimin grabs your hip with one hand for leverage, advancing his hips forward to sink his fat cock deeper inside of you, his other hand stroking his neglected length, ''Ah,'' He hissed, ''Feels good...''

Even if he wanted to punish you, he was not getting through this unaffected either, internally falling apart at how good your cunt squeezed around his girth. Another soft sigh pushed through his plushy lips, his hips slowly rocking back and forth to feel every single inch of his cock squeezed by your tight warmth.

His lips fall open in pleasure, small grunts echoing in the room. You watch him through the mirror, his predatory stare making you shrink, feeling so small underneath him.

''J-jimin...'' You whimper weakly, his thin eyes meeting yours in the mirror, a small smirk curling on his lips until his fangs are bared,

''What?''

''More..'' Your hips move to meet his, and his stare grows richer, both of his hands now settling on your ass to move you on his cock like a toy,

''Like this? You like this?'' He growls, eyebrows drawn together in focus as he fucks into you harder, stretching your cunt with his fat cock.

He moans your name, it comes out like a mix between a whimper and a hiss, and when you grind harder against him, the coil in your lower abdomen was tightening, feeling your orgasm creep up on you.

''Y-yes, you're doing so well, Jiminie.'' You gasp the words out, your body now jolting forward with every thrust, gradually growing rougher and faster with his greed to chase his own high. He licks his teeth, his small fangs itching to bite into you. He wasn't venomous, so he knew he could safely do so, and that's exactly what he needed.

He snaked his hands around your torso, forcing you to stand up straighter, back still arched into his touch as his forked tongue slips out to lick your neck, the urge to sink his teeth into your skin unbearable,

''Bite me,'' You grunt between his thrusts, ''Please, bite me, Jimin!''

He obliged without a word, no hesitation in the way his lips curled up in a small smile, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck to tease until he wasn't able to hold back any longer, and sunk his teeth into your neck.

You cried out in pain and pleasure, rocking your hips against his length. Jimin kept biting, littering your neck and shoulder with small dotted bites.

That was enough for you to feel the coil in your core burst, your flesh spasming and squeezing his cock desperately, body quivering underneath him as your mouth fell open in a silent cry.

''Shit shit shit.. Y/N, I'm gonna cum.. I'm cumming too–'' He slammed his cock into you a few more times before his hips stuttered, a low guttural groan vibrating in his chest. His cocks desperately throbbed, one filling you up to the brim, relishing the velvety walls of your cunt, the other pathetically pulsating as it freely came on your back, twitching desperately. His grunts quickly turned into broken whimpers, hugging you close through his relase.

Jimin nuzzles into your neck, his split tongue gently licking your wounds clean, his breath fanning your skin.

''Mine...'' he weakly whispers into your ear, the spot where the two of you are still joined leaking with his cum, dribbling down in the form of a puddle on the tile floor.

''Yours,'' You softly chuckle, grunting lowly when he pulls out of you, his two cocks coated in his cum. He turns you around, hands wrapped around your waist to pull you close to his chest, his rich, snakelike eyes staring down at you with a smile on his swollen lips,

''You don't smell like dog anymore.'' He beamed, as if this was his mission all along.

You scrunch your nose, squeezing his cheek between your fingers, drawing a small whine from him, completely the opposite of the dominant predator you just got fucked by,

''That was never my fault!''

Jimin's eyes squint as he smiles, his split tongue teasingly licking his teeth,

''I know.. And now, no hybrids will be mistaken that you're already claimed, with my scent and markings on you,''

He smirked, helping you and himself to become more presentable before pulling you with him to leave, your eyes still shocked at his words.

He had mated you.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.

[plainbrunettelbl]

ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Word count: 1679

Warning: Enough fluff to kill you.

Title: ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Summary: It’s your Omega’s birthday and you can’t wait to take him out to celebrate!

(Gif not mine credit to the owner!)

🐙-You were excited to spend the day with your sweet Omega on his birthday! You had planned this day a week in advance just to make sure everything was perfect.

🐙-You didn’t tell him where you were taking him, wanting to surprise him when you pulled up to place. You excitedly pecked him on the cheek when he climbed into the car. He let out a quiet squeak before slumping into the leather chair in a blushing mess.

🐙-Your Omega was so adorable! Your Alpha purred at the sight of him.

🐙-“Happy Birthday, Omega! I can’t wait until we get there! We are gonna have so much fun today, Tamaki.” You beamed, pulling away from the curb and driving to the destination.

***

🐙-You parked the car and turned to him. You had made him close his eyes five minutes before you got there just to see his face when he opened his eyes are saw where you were.  

🐙-“Okay! Open up, Tama.” You grinned, loving the way his indigo eyes reflected the sunlight hitting them.

🐙-“A carnival?” He questioned, looking at the twirling rides and white and red striped tents.

🐙-“Yeah! I am glad today is your birthday since this is their last weekend here.” You said, getting out of the car.

🐙-You walked over to his side and opened his door for him. Once his feet hit the ground you scooped him up in a hug. You Alpha nearly purring at his sweet smell rubbing off on you.

🐙-You should have scented him before you went into a crowd with a bunch of Alphas but you knew he would short circuit if you scented him it in public. For now, you were content in leaving a little of your scent on him with the hug.

🐙-“Are you excited, Omega? I asked Mirio if you ever been to a carnival before and he said no. I thought it would be cool to do something you haven't done before.” You said, pulling away and looking up until into his blushing face.

🐙-“Yeah, it seems fun.” He stuttered, still feeling the warmth of your body against his.

🐙-His Omega was begging him to stay wrapped up in your arms all day but he pushed his Omega’s thoughts down. His Alpha had planned this trip for him and he was gonna enjoy every second of it.

🐙-“Well come on Omega! The fun is about to begin!” You smiled, taking his hand and tugging him to the entrance.

***

🐙-You and Tamaki stood in line at the very first ride you saw. It was a huge roller coaster that had so many loops and turns it made you head spin just looking at it.

🐙-“There are so many sweet treats I know you are dying to try! Let’s get on a few rides before we start hitting up the food stands. I don’t want my Omega getting sick on their birthday!” You laughed, loving the way Tamaki was trying to hide with his face stuffed in your chest.

🐙-“Y/N...” Tamaki mumbled, nuzzling more into your chest.

🐙-“What’s up? If it’s about the food we don’t have to wait if you are hungry now. It’s your birthday so we are gonna do whatever you want.” You hummed, rubbing a hand down his back.

🐙-“I don’t think I can go on this ride.” He said, shivering a little.

🐙-Your Alpha sat up immediately, her protective instincts rushing forward.

🐙-“What’s wrong, Tamaki? Did I mess up? Are you afraid of roller coasters?” You asked, you heart stalling at the thought of ruining your poor Omegas birthday.

🐙-You had planned the perfect day and not taken into account that Tamaki might not like roller coasters.

🐙-“No, Alpha! I am willing to try them but I would prefer if we went on the ones that have more than one bar holding you down in place.” He mumbled, embarrassed at his own fear.

🐙-The smile bounced right back on your face.

🐙-“Why didn’t you say so sooner? Let’s go find another ride. This one looks like it would give us a headache anyways.” You hummed, dropping a peck on his forehead before pulling him away.

***

🐙-After a few rides, you and Tama finally hit up the food stands. Your Omega looked like he didn’t eat a lot but thanks to his quirk he could put away quite a lot of food.

🐙-“What do you want, baby? The turkey legs look good. I could go for a couple of hot dogs though.” You pointed out, looking at the menu.

🐙-From the corner of your eye, you saw Tamaki eyeing the ice cream vendor not too far from you.

🐙-You knew he wouldn’t ask for ice cream if you didn’t push him. He had wanted to pay for his ticket at the door. You had lightly scratched the back of his scalp and told him you were paying for everything today. He had melted in your grasp and didn’t put up much of a fight after that.

🐙-He usually wouldn’t let you spend a dime on him if it wasn’t needed.

🐙-Like you would sit by and let your Omega go dessertless after a meal. That was unthinkable. Your Alpha was determined to spoil your soft-spoken Omega.

🐙-“I think I will get a turkey leg and some chili fries if that is okay, Alpha?” Tama asked nervously eyeing the prices on the menu and looking back at you.

🐙-“Of course! You know what! I am feeling some fries too. How about I buy us a large order of chili fries to share?” You convinced, look sideways at your gentle mate.

🐙-You knew a small order of fries and a turkey leg wasn’t gonna fill him up so you would buy a big plate for him and pretend you were eating your fill.

🐙-He perked up at the suggestion.

🐙-“Sounds good, Alpha.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your arm while you placed your order.

🐙-You both walked to a table not too far away and waited for it to be made.

🐙-“Are you having fun, Tamaki?” You questioned, pulling him closer to you by his waist.

🐙-“A lot of fun, Alpha! Thank you for bringing me.” He beamed, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips.

🐙-“Are you sure? I know the crowd must be a lot for you.” You asked again, peering out at the bumbling crowd shifting around you both.

🐙-“Not if you are by my side, Y/N. Everything seems to fall away when I am in my Alpha’s arms.” He looked down a small smile on his face.

🐙-Your Alpha howled in pride.

🐙-“I’m glad to hear that, Tama. Looks like our order is ready. Let’s eat and afterward that ice cream stand is calling our name.” You said standing up to go get your food.

🐙-Your Omega was getting his sweet treat whether he liked it or not.

***

🐙-You were walking down the two rows were the carnival games were set up. You looked as kids and adults tossed rings and threw darts. You knew taking your Omega here was evil but you couldn’t help it.

🐙-There was a reason why this lane smelled of Omegas more than the rest of the carnival. All the stuffed animals stacked on the game walls were too tempting for any Omega that passed by.

🐙-Now you need your precious Omegas eyes to latch onto one and you would be all too pleased to win it for him.

🐙-As soon as his indigo eyes locked onto a small octopus plushy your target was set. Your Alpha was already upfront and center ready to demolish anything in her path to win that soft toy for her mate.

🐙-“Ooh, look! Let’s try out that game. I bet I can knock over those milk cartons in no time!” You declared already walking up to the stand.

🐙-“Are you sure, Y/N? You know these games are rigged right?” Tamaki said, peering at the stacked cartons and trying not to let his eyes stray to the soft octopus hanging a foot away from them.

🐙-“Even if it is, I won’t let it stop me.” You winked, slapping down some money and grabbing the three baseballs you had purchased.

🐙-Your first throw knocked down three of the six milk cartons but it was just a practice shot to get a feel for it. Your second throw was much better, five bottles rolled off the stand.

🐙-“Blow a kiss on the ball for me, Tamaki.” You encouraged, lifting the baseball up to his lips.

🐙-He flushed red and backed away.

🐙-“W-what? Why?” He stuttered, his cute elf ears turning crimson as well.

🐙-“For good luck. You are my good luck charm after all.” You chuckled, offering him the ball again.

🐙-He was blushing up a storm but he still leaned down and blew a kiss on the ball.

🐙-“Thank you, Omega. Now its time to win you that octopus.” You grinned before throwing the ball with all your might.

🐙-Six bottles down and one plush octopus later you both were heading to the entrance. The sun was starting to go down and you knew it would get colder at night so you coaxed your timid Omega to leave.

🐙-You didn’t want your mate walking around in the cold after all.

🐙-Being cuddled up in the nest he had on the couch was a better option.

🐙-“Thank you for the plushy, Alpha,” Tamaki said, climbing into the car.

🐙-“No problem, Omega. Anything for you.” You smiled, turning the car on and making sure the heat was pointed in his direction.

🐙-“W-would you scent it for me when we get back?” He whispered, clutching it tightly to his chest, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest waiting for your answer.

🐙-“Sure thing, babe!” You grinned, happy today had turned out so well.

I had this idea of going to the carnival with Bakugo but since it was our elfs birthday today I changed it out. I hope yall liked it! This is also the first time I switched roles so please give me some feedback!

Please reblog and leave a like! Each really helps motivate me to post! 💜

[catmaid-john]

Heyo it em posting chappie three :3 @nachosforfree

Elliott wrote it tho

Summary: Em meets Marion’s sister and her girlfriend, hopefully all goes well

Characters: Em, Marion, Gretchen, Pamella, Adya

Pairing(s): Gretchella

Warnings: uhhh drug and cigarette mention idk? Let me know what needs warned lol

Word count: 903

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There was a knock on the door.

Em had been expecting to hear it. Or perhaps the ring of a doorbell. She wasn’t sure if Marion had a doorbell so she couldn’t be certain of which one she would hear.

She was getting off topic in her train of thought.

Gretchen and Pamella must have been here. There was no one else it could be. She was unreasonably nervous about meeting them and she wasn’t sure why. Of course, she did have a checkered history with meeting new people.

She suddenly cringed as she remembered barking and growling at a young couple like she was a dog.

She was sat on the couch watching TV when Marion walked over to the front door to greet their visitors. Em caught a glimpse of red hair and couldn’t help but assume that was their sister’s girlfriend rather than the sister herself. It was possible that Marion’s black curly haired self had a redheaded sister but Em doubted it.

The two guests walked inside, and Em got a better look at them. They seemed nice enough, but Em was still nervous. The redhead carried a bag with her while the girl with black and brown hair seemed to have just finished a cigarette. She put it out in an ashtray on Marion’s counter, which Em hadn’t noticed before. Marion didn’t seem like a smoker, so it must have been there for their sister, or whoever this was.

Marion led the two of them to the living room, a cautious smile on their face. “Pam, Gretchen, this is Em! Em, this is Pamella,” they gestured to the redhead. “and this is Gretchen, my sister!” they gestured to the one with black and brown hair.

Em wasn’t sure what to say, so she put up a peace sign. “Sup.”

Gretchen smirked. “I like her already.”

Em chuckled. “I like your hair.”

“Thanks! I dye it myself. Sometimes Pam helps me.”

“Well, I try,” Pam corrected shyly, rubbing the back of her head with her hand.

Adya suddenly came in. “Hey Aunt Gretchen! Hey Aunt Pam!”

Gretchen opened her arms for a hug. “Adya, my favourite little gremlin!”

Adya crushed Gretchen in a hug and then did the same with Pamella.

“So good to see you!” Pam said.

“How about I get started on dinner?” Marion offered. “I’m making your favourite, Gretchen.”

Gretchen lit up. “Oh my god, you’re making spaghetti? You are my favourite nonbinary sibling.”

“I’m your only nonbinary sibling,” Marion pointed out.

“And?”

Em grinned. Marion and Gretchen seemed to have a good sibling relationship. She wanted that with Adya.

Marion began making dinner while Em got to know Gretchen and Pamella. It turned out that Gretchen and Pamella were both scientists, as was Marion. Em couldn’t help but feel like the dumb one in the room, since her science grade was so low, but she tried not to let it get to her.

“Do you know what you wanna do when you’re older?” Pamella asked.

Without thinking, Em replied, “Smoke weed.”

Gretchen burst into unapologetic laughter while Pamella tried and failed to conceal her amusement.

“Don’t worry, once you’re of age, I’ll hook you up,” Gretchen joked.

Marion sighed at the doorway. “Are you stoners ready for dinner?”

Em thought dinner went well. There was plenty of banter and bonding, and Em really liked Marion’s family.

Once they got done eating, Gretchen and Pamella each had something to give her.

Pamella fiddled with the gift bag in her hand. “Uh… so this was one of my first toys as a kid… and you may be a bit old for it now, but I wanted to give it to my first child until I realised I don’t really want kids. So… here’s Mr Fluzzington.”

She handed Em the bag, who opened it to find a little teddy bear with button eyes. Em couldn’t help but smile, hugging it to her chest.

“I love him, thank you.”

Gretchen cleared her throat. “So… this necklace belonged to my sister… and now I want you to have it. Think of it as a… family heirloom.”

Em looked in the bag and saw a heart shaped necklace, black and white split down the middle. Gretchen helped her put it on, and she smiled brightly as it dangled around her neck.

“Thank you! It’s so pretty!”

Gretchen grinned. “I’m glad you like it. Maybe if you have kids you can pass it down to them and… keep it going, you know?”

“I will!”

Though Em wasn’t sure if she would have kids, she could tell the necklace meant a lot to Gretchen, so she couldn’t disappoint her.

It wasn’t long before Gretchen and Pamella left, and Em was left alone with Adya and Marion. After all that socialising, Em was rather worn down.

“I might get to bed, I think,” she said, stretching her arms. “I’m exhausted.”

“Sure thing,” Marion said with a nod. “Good night, Em.”

“Night, Em,” Adya added.

Em always felt the term “good night” was strange for some reason, and almost never said it. Instead, she held up a peace sign and went up to her room.

She flopped onto her bed with Mr Fluzzington in her arms, grabbing the elephant plushie Marion had given her as well. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a wispy voice in her ear.

“Are you awake?”

[thr-333]

Mismatch- Part 20

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

The Batman hiding behind a corndog stall from a teenage girl: are you sure this is necessary? Twins: yes

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They arrive at the fair without being followed by Harley, at least she hopes so. Bruce somehow being able to convince Marion to not eat before going on the rides. In return Marion takes them straight to the most intense ride they have.

“Oh darn Mari,” Marinette says being dragged in line, “I don’t think we can go on this one without our disguises falling off,”

“Don’t worry I’ve been on plenty of rides like this and my glasses have never fallen off,”

You have magic glasses you twat! Marinnette glares, getting only a grin, telling her Marion knows exactly what he is doing. She's about to say as much when she notices an unfortunately familiar pair of pigtails in the crowd.

“Mari-” She looks over to her grinning twin.

“You know Nette if you really don't want to go on you don't have to,” Marion teases, Harley Quinn getting way too close to escape.

“On second thought let's go,” Marinette pushes Marion towards the ride, ignoring Bruce's surprise and Marion's taunting.

They get pulled onto the ride, Marinette coming off ghostly pale. Thankfully no Harley Quinn in sight.

“Let’s go again,” Marion starts pushing Marinette back in line, too light headed to stop him.

“How about we try some of the food, instead,” Bruce offers, looking over at her with concern.

“Sure, we can go on the rides later then,” Marion calls cheerfully, skipping off to a cotton candy stand.

“I got played didn’t I?” Bruce asks, watching Marion join the line.

“Like a fiddle,” Marinette starts to get some of the color back in her cheeks, “Don’t worry happens to everyone,”

“Yeah, he’s like his Mom,” Bruce mutters under his breath, but she still hears, “I mean…”

“It’s alright,” Marinette shrugs, walking towards the stand “Cotton candy?”

“Do I have to eat it?” Bruce grimaces, following her.

“Marions going to find a way to make you try it one way or another,”

Marion somehow manages to convince them all to get cotton candy. Bruce being thoroughly confused by it.

“It’s easy, all you do is pull a piece off,” Marinette demonstrates pulling off a piece.

“Or you can just bite it,” Marion faceplants into it.

“And get it all over your face,” Marinette deadpans, sneaking some to Tikki.

“Exactly,” Marion grins, coming back up with pink sugar all over his face.

“And you’re sure I don’t need any utensils,” Bruce says, looking quite out of place with the oversized pink cloud.

“No!” They both shout.

‘Alright then,” He pulls off a piece, cringing as he eats it, “This is just sugar,”

“Precisely,” Marion grins, biting off a big chunk.

“You're going to make yourself sick,” Bruce looks like he’s about to yank it away from him.

“ Precisely ,” Marion says, muffled by the dissolving sugar, “We should try funnel cake next!”

“Dear god, he’s just like Dick,” Bruce frets, watching as Marion bounces to the stall.

“I’m willing to bet Mari’s worse,” She watches as he eyes up the powdered sugar, “he’s a bottomless pit,”

“I think you might me right,” Bruce winces as Marion receives an oversized funnel cake, “that's terrifying,”

“You should see him around cheese,” Marinette suggests innocently, “Especially camembert,”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,”

Please do

They follow Marion around the food stalls. Marinette is able to keep up by feeding most of her sweet treats to Tikki. Bruce is not so lucky. They come across a mirror maze Marinette points out to give Bruce a break.

“Ah yes the mirror maze the best place to make sure no one recognises you,” Marion recites theatrically.

“The reflections are distorted,” Bruce walks past a mirror making him comically short

“Yeah that guy looks kind of like the Joker,” Marinette looks over to where Marion is pointing.

“Ah Mari,” She hesitates looking over the group of clowns reflected in the mirror that should definitely not be holding guns, “I think that is him,”

“Not again,” Marion mutters, backing up.

She tries to form a plan, they have to make a break for it to change into costumes or people could get hurt. But how are they supposed to so that with Bruce hovering over them. He looks like he’s trying to find an escape route, they have to find a way to protect them and-

“Is that Harley Quinn?” Marion whispers.

Sure enough they watch a reflection of the group making out from the stretched image as Harley walks over to the group and hits the Joker right over the head with a mallet.

“We should leave,” Bruce whispers, herding them in the direction they came.

“Will she be alright?” Marinette asks, watching the fight through a different mirror and gunshots echo.

“Yeah I think she’ll be fine,” Bruce says, as Harley knocks the gunmen's weapons away while hyenas chase after them through the maze.

They exit the maze in record time, Bruce being able to lead them through it easily.

“Do you think we should tell someone?” Marinette asks, there doesn't seem to be any more people going into the maze, maybe it's a Gotham six sense.

“We should,” Bruce agrees, less than enthusiastically.

“Or, or,” Marion dances in front of them, “We could go play some games,”

“We were almost attacked by the Joker and you think that's a good use of time?” Marinette can tell Bruce is thinking the same.

“Exactly! We were almost, so it doesn't count now does it?” Marion doesn't wait for an answer as he rushes off further into the fair.

They have no choice but to sigh and follow after him. Well they do but that's beside the point.

“Oh how awful it is, to not get to partake in the joys of a rollercoaster, unlike yourself whom screams with delight and fear every time-” Marinette uses the water gun to spray in the clown's face, “Hey!”

Unfortunately the clown that is related to her, not the carnival game. Marion tries to grab the water gun and they start fighting over it. Somehow they still manage to get a high score, enough for the big prize. Whether it was her good luck or Marion's bad luck projecting onto the stall runner is unclear.

“Unbelievable,” Marinette sighs as they walk away from the stall.

“Sorry, Nette there's just no love for the bugs,” Marion grins, hugging the giant black cat to his chest.

“I will find a Ladybug, just watch me,” She promises, this was never a problem in Paris, they have tonnes of Ladybug plushies.

“Sure you will,” Marion hums, Bruce just looks amused at their antics.

“If not I’m sewing spots onto the cat,” Marinette threatens, walking between rows of stalls none having a Ladybug plush.

“Nooooo,” Marion cowers, hugging the cat close.

“I think I saw a Ladybug prize somewhere back there,” Bruce points in the opposite direction.

“Where?” Marion runs where Bruce is pointing, Cat raised above his head, “We must go to save Dough boy!”

“Dough boy?” Marinette jogs slightly to keep up.

“From your disproving tone I can tell you approve,” Marion turns on his heel walking backwards.

“You know I technically won that game,” She pokes the cat toy in the chest.

“Please you were losing without me,” Marion grins, people moving out of his way.

“No I wase- look out!” Marinette pushes them both into the gap between stalls.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks, on guard looking out for the Joker, Marinette can feel him scanning the area.

“The devil has arrived,” Marion whispers, noticing Lila, “Her dark shadow always follows us,”

“... Pardon?” Bruce relaxes taking it for a joke, which it is most certainly not,  Marinette tenses as Lila sends Kim right to the stall they are hiding behind.

“Girl at school we really don’t like, who really doesn't like us,” Marinette summarises, shallowling inhaling the smell of greasy batter.

“Which one?” Bruce analyses the group of teens near them.

“Sausage hair over there,” Marion nods to her, watching as Kim comes back with a corn dog, “Gasp, cannibalism!”

“Are you telling me Lila wouldn’t eat another human?” Marinette crouches down further keeping to the shadows.

“Are you telling me Lila is human?” Marion mutters back, both keeping their voices down.

“Good one,”

“Thanks,”

“Who’re we spy’n on?”

They all jump at the new voice. Marinette twisting to come nose to nose with Harley Quinn.

“De ja vu,”

“What?” Bruce turns to Marion.

“Nothing!” Marion very smoothly avoids eye contact.

“Spy’in on another date are we?” Harley asks, squeezing in next to the group.

“Another?” Bruce looks between them confused.

The twins frantically shake their heads behind Bruce's back. Harley makes a ‘o’ face and gives a nod.

“We’re spying on the devil,” Marion points at Lila, grateful she could at least serve as a distraction, “Bless whatever unfortunate soul has the displeasure of dating her,”

“Sounds to me like you have some strong opinions,” Bruce says, with slight disbelief, probably thinking they are overreacting.

“Trust me they’re founded,” Marinette whispers, cringing at the shrill laugh Lila gives.

Bruce gives her an expectant look and wedged together between a corn dog stall and who knows what else isn’t the best place to pick a fight.

“That’s a grade A psychopath right there,” Harley finally whispers to them.

“You can tell?” Marinette asks, ignoring Marion giving Bruce a smug look.

“Well from what I can see she’s a manipulative Liar-”

“To put it lightly, I don’t think she’s told the truth once in our years of knowing her,” Marion scowls, as Lila animatedly tells another tale, “Not even her name, don’t you think Lila and liar is a bit too convenient?”

“Anyway, she has pretty much all the class wrapped around her finger,” As if to prove her point Sabrina runs off to fetch her a drink, “Makes up rumours about anyone that doesn't follow her blindly and turns the rest against them,”

“I’m taking it you didn’t follow her blindly?” Bruce guesses, what on earth would give him that idea?

Harley seems to be studying Lila like she is a particularly interesting bug.

“Oh no we just love Lila so much we hide in joy every time she comes near,” Marion retreats further into the shadows, a hair away from actually hissing.

“You went toe to toe with scarecrow are you honestly telling me you're hiding from her,” Bruce studies Lila, as if looking for some sign of danger.

“If it helps she literally appeared in my fear toxin… illusions?” Marion looks for confirmation, Bruce giving a nod, Marinette shrugs he had already told her and didn’t feel like a stretch, “As the devil, soooo…”

“What did that meanie do to you!” Harley cries wrapping Marion in a hug, its alright Bruce only looks very concerned.

“Then I suggest we retreat rather than wait for them to leave,” Bruce offers, Marinette gives a nod but Harley has other plans.

“Not until I fuck that girl up!” Harley stands brandishing a mallet.

“Harley no!” Marinette hisses the three of them trying to pull her back out of the stalls.

“Let me go!” Harley struggles but not with any real strength, making sure not to hit them with the mallet, “She needs to pay,”

“Harley if we wanted her gone we could have done it already,” Marion placates, trying to push her away.

“You want her around?”  Harley stops in her tracks, tilting her head to look like a confused child.

“If we wanted her gone violently ,” Marinette specifies, guiding Harley out the alley.

“So you’ll accept a non violent way?” Bruce speaks up surprisingly.

“Yeah… I guess?” Marinette hesitates, Bruce and Harley share a glance then a nod, whatever just happened it might be better to remain ignorant.

“Well, glad we avoided that disaster,” Marion sighs, as he stretches out.

“What disaster, those outfits? Because you look utterly ridiculous,” They all turn to see Chloe scowling down at them.

That's right they said they would be with their aunt today and had turned down her invitation to the fair.

“Chloe! Hi great to see you,” Marion cringes, backing up under the blondes glare, “And everyone else, what a pleasant surprise,”

“Who were you hiding from?” Kagami asks, or rather demands staring suspiciously at Bruce. She gives a simple nod at the waving Harley.

“Would you believe Lila is here?” Marinette sighs, pointing back at the gap they escaped from.

“I suspected she was after Adrien threw up,” Chloe shrugs, Marinette's concern pushes into overdrive, overlooking Adrien for any signs of damage.

“I think that was more the rides combined with this food,” Kagami informs, looking down at a deep fried hotdog with disgust.

“Guys, please…”  Adrien blushes, glancing at her for some reason.

“Who is this?” Kagami demands, definitely demands this time.

“Harley Quinn-”

“Yes we know that,” Chloe huffs, cutting off Bruce.

“Oh.. um,” Marion exchanges a hesitant glance with both of them, “Bruce Wayne?"

“Right, and why is he here with you two?” Chloe doesn't look impressed at Marion's awkward chuckle.

“Um well… uh,” Marinette tries, glancing at Bruce who doesn't meet her look, “We just happened to be in the area?”

“Bzzt! Wrong! Try again,” Chloe makes and ‘x’ with her fingers.

“Publicity stunt?” Marion says, in the most unconvincing tone conceivable.

“Rion, if you were planning a publicity stunt there  would be confetti glitter and fireworks,”

Marinette tries not to laugh remembering a publicity stunt involving MCD that features exactly that.

“What do you want from me,” Marion whines, hiding behind his large plushie.

“The truth,” Kagami snaps, scowling.

“You don’t have to lie to us,” Adrien says gently, half reaching out to them.

“The truth is…” Marinette trails off, completely weak for the boy but it’s clear Bruce doesn't want them to know.

“... I am their biological Father,”

They all look at him in shock. Marinette’s is a happy shocked, but their friends...

“What?!”

“I knew it!” Harley cheers, jumping up and down.

“But you- there was- you said-” Kagami stutters, a rarity for her.

“You, me,” Chloe points at Marion then at herself, “Words, now ,”

“Someones in ~trouble~,” Marinette whispers over to him.

“You too Marinette Dupain Cheng,” Chloe points right in her face.

“Ohh full name,” Marion returns the favour, “It’s been awhile,”

“Careful Cheng Dupain,” Chloe glowers, Marion chuckles uncomfortably.

“I’m in danger,” Mario gets dragged to the side, Marinette following, leaving Bruce behind.

“You’re in trouble ,” Kagami scolds, as they stop out of earshot from Bruce and Harley who is buzzing around asking a million questions, “If you don’t explain right now,”

“You owe us an explanation,” Chloe lets go of Marion's arm, “You were in the hospital and we were all worried trying to control these rumors and now you tell us its the truth and I-”

“Chlo, I’m sorry Selina only just told us,” Marion cuts off her rant, bordering on tears, he adds, “In the hospital,”

“You’re Aunt told you, but how would she-” Adrien puzzles, realisation dawning, “ No ,”

“Yes?” Marinette backs up a step, everyone realising the same.

“Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,” Chloe stomps her foot, “How can someone do that?!”

“Chlo, we’re not mad,” Marion tries to placate, Chloe turning on him.

“Of course you're not!” She explodes, “You two are perfect and forgiving which is why I have to be mad for you,”

“I think it would be nicer if you weren't mad and just supportive,” Marion smiles, Chloe's anger crumbling around her.

“... but it’s so much easier to be mad,” She whines, “Can’t I be angrily supportive?”

“I feel like you're going to be anyway,” Marion grins, one of whom they both know Chole is powerless against.

“So what are you doing now?” Adrien asks, looking back at Bruce who is now arguing wiht Harley, or rather getting yelled at.

“Trying to figure things out I guess?” Marinette looks over to confirm with Marion, “Bruce wants us to be sure we want, this,”

She gestures around herself, not sure what she means either.

“Do you want it?” Kagami asks carefully.

“... We want to try,” Marion gets a nod from Marinette.

“Very well, I will make sure he is worthy of you,” Kagami stomps off towards Bruce.

“Kags, you really don’t have to do that!” Marion calls, chasing after her.

“And she’s gone,” Marinette sighs, turning to the others, both smiling, “Adrien, Chloe can you do something?”

“We sure can,” Chloe walks over next to Kagami who is chewing out Bruce with Harley, “So, what do you want with my friends?”

“Not what I meant!” Marinette yells, getting a pat on the shoulder from Adrien.

“Quite you, the adults are talking,” Chloe waves her off.

“I’m older than you!”

“You should know they already have amazing parents that you can't replace,” Adrein adds to the onslaught of demands from the girls, a lot less threatening.

“I know, I’m not trying to,” Bruce answers evenly, still looking concerned at their guard dog like friends.

“Very well, you should know they are both amazing, and if you show anything less than a hundred percent support I will slice you in half,” Kagami threatens, and if she had her sword she would be holding it to his throat.

“Kagami no,” Marion tries to calm her down.

“You’re right, I will make it far more painful,” She growls.

“~Nooo~,” Marion backs down, hugging the cat to his chest.

“That's right, and don’t you dare think that just because your a billionaire your money will cut it,” Chloe scoffs, “Trust me the twins aren't that superficial, in fact they aren't superficial at all, it's frustrating,”

“She said twins,” Marion whispers to her as the demands continue.

“Package deal,” She hisses back, Bruce looking more and more overwhelmed by the pushy teens.

“Good friends you got there,” Harley whispers, content to let the chew out Bruce.

“What were you yelling at him for?”

“Oh nothin, he said some crap about not wanting to put you in danger, so I calmly explained the psychology behind it,” She crosses her arms smugly, “I think I got through to him,”

“If you're worried you should know Mari- they are really strong and can protect themselves,” Adrein says, Bruce starts to agree but is cut off.

“Hey! You were going to say Marinette! Weren’t you?” Marion demands, distracting the three from their onslaught.

“Both your names start with Mari,” Kagami points out, turning to him.

“Are you so insecure you immediately thought he meant Marinette?” Chloe taunts, inspecting her nails.

“No-I,”

“Geeze Rion I know Marinette awesome but your, you know… ok,” Adrien joins her teasing, muttering, “I guess,”

“That’s it, I’m disowning every one of you,” Marion points at each of them before turning to Bruce, “By the way, these are my ex-friends we used to be quite close, then they made the decision to humiliate me and I cut them out of my life forever,”

“Don’t be like that Rion,” Chloe grins, leaning against him.

“Yeah just because Marinette probably won that prize,” Adrien takes his other side, poking at the cat.

“She did not!”

“I did,” Marinette grins, Marion rolls his eyes.

“It was a team effort,”

“Heavily leaning on Marinette,” Kagami adds.

“Alright, let's settle this,” Marion looks at Bruce, “Where did you see that Ladybug?”

“Follow me,” Bruce smiles minutely leading the way.

“Ohh, Ladybug, maybe I should get one,” Chloe gushes, as if she didn’t have a hundred Ladybug plushies already.

“Yeah I can win it for you,” Marinette smirks, flexing her muscles.

“That does it! I’m winning that prize and sewing on cat ears,” Marion pouts, getting cooed at as they point out Marinette is the better seamstress.

“So how’ve you two been doin?” Harley asks, walking in between Chloe and Kagami.

The two start blushing, spluttering denial; which does nothing to convince Harley, or anyone else for that matter. Bruce follows them through the fair on their search for the Ladybug. If Marinette saw him taking pictures as they fought to win the Ladybug first, she wasn't going to say anything.

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Tom Holland - True love kiss

This is long, this is perfect and I’m dying of fluff right here. Am I using my denial of Endgame in this fic? Yes. Tony, Peter and Morgan as a family was what we deserved. Enjoy!

Plot: “I tricked your little sister telling her Ursula has stolen my voice because I have a massive hangover, and now we have to kiss in order not to break her innocence”

or

Au were Tom works in Disney store, has a massive headache and can’t talk, and now he has lied to a little girl and she wants to get him a ‘true love kiss’; which happens to you, her older sister and Tom’s highschool crush.

“Dude, you look like shit”

Tom raised his head from where it was resting against the counter and gave Harrison the biggest glare of death that he could muster in his condition. The boy just returned a cheeky grin.

“Rough night?”

His head was pounding, his throat was dry, and more than anything at that point, Tom wished that the ground would just open up and swallow him whole, and put him out of his misery. When he had woken up that Sunday morning to his alarm blaring, his first instinct had been to call in sick. But after a few minutes of lazing around buried in blankets, his sense of guilt had kicked in, and with a groan, Tom had dutifully risen from his comfortable position and went in for his shift at the Disney Store.

There were some days when he cursed the fact that he had taken up the offer; so far away from his home, with shift too early in the morning. Normally, he swallowed the whines and put on a fake smile for the excited kids that ran around as soon as it opened. As soon as he closed his eyes again, Tom knew it was one of those days, where he would have to search deep inside the excitement to not to frown to those kids.

Last night, he had had the perfect idea to go to a party. His brother had begged him to go, and since the fucker didn’t have to work next morning, he kept Tom awake until the sun rose. He drank, he had fun and maybe flirted with a blonde – although he wasn’t sure. Then, he threw up in the toilet, drowned in headaches and swallowed the pills for the hangover.

And the worst part of it, was that last night activities involved yelling and laughing, and it had resulted in the morning’s hardship; his voice was practically gone, and all that was left was a pretty sore throat.

Tom let his head flop back against the counter, but raised his hand in a rude gesture for Harrison’s remark.

“Boy, are you grouchy when you’re hungover” he teased. Harrison stood, stretching his arms as prepared to leave, probably heading to his own job at the Nike store on the other side of the mall. “See you later, Tom”

Tom just made some recognition noise from the back of his throat.

The store was fairly quiet for a Sunday, something Tom was thankful for. There were a few kids roaming around, but a quick glance told Tom that his co-worker could more than handle it. Sometimes a break from dealing with customers was nice too. He spent the next couple of hours working at a relaxed pace, stocking shelves and making sure the displays were all neat and tidy.

“Hi, mister!”

At the sound of the sweet voice, Tom looked down to see a young girl standing next to him, giving him a wide toothless smile, and looking as cute as can be. Her hair was tied up in two braids, and she was dressed in a sparkly blue Elsa princess dress; if he had to say, she wasn’t older than four.

Tom smiled warmly at her and waved hello. He then lifted his eyes from the little girl and glanced around, frowning slightly when he noticed she was alone.

“Mommy and daddy are next door buying some diapers for our new baby brother, with my big big sister” she explained when she saw Tom’s questioning gaze. “They said we could wait here until they are finished. My big brother is over there looking at the Star Wars toys”

Tom looked over to where the girl was pointing, and sure enough there was a boy about sever, busy looking excited over the new Star Wars Millennium Falcon Lego set.

“Mommy said I can pick a toy for the new baby” the girl continued. “Can you help me get that Olaf? It’s too high and I can’t reach it”

Tom smiled and grabbed the plushie toy that the little girl was pointing at. His muscles screamed at him when he stretched his arm, but he didn’t mind; from the corner of his eye, he could see the little girl bouncing up and down. The smile on her face became even wider once he passed it to her, and she hugged the snowman to her chest. Tom chuckled soundlessly, and brought a hand to his throat. Maybe it was time for another glass of warm milk. Sure on the café down wouldn’t care.

“Thanks, mister!”

Swallowing down the hurt from being called mister for the second time one a day, Tom grinned and gave her a thumbs up. The girl’s expressions suddenly became concerned and she looked at him inquisitively. She tilted her hear slightly and a little furrow between her eyebrows formed as she stared at him intensely.

“Can’t you talk?”

Tom’s lips twitched and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. He couldn’t tell to a little girl that he couldn’t talk because he had screamed every bit of the songs of last night, and that, combined with cheap vodka, wasn’t a good choice. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his throat, shaking his head. The girl’s eyes widened.

“But why can’t you talk?”

Probably, if her parents would have been around she would have been scolded for asking such a question. But they weren’t, and Tom thought there wasn’t anything wrong with enjoying the attention that kid was willing to give him

Quickly, he took his notepad that was sitting by the cash register and wrote something down. He held it out to the little girl. She glanced at it, frowning cutely when she couldn’t make out any of the words he had written. Like if they were in a TV show, the girl closed her eyes tightly and yelled out for his brother. Tom almost jumped on his place from the strength and volume of that little girl voice.

A boy with short brown hair and a pout made its way where Tom was.

“What’s wrong, Morgan?”

“Peter!” the girl turned around, shoving the paper to his brother’s hands. “He can’t talk! Something is wrong! Can you read what he wrote?”

“My name is Tom” the boy read it out loud, giving Tom a weird glance. He looked then to his sister, who was looking at him as if he was reading the secret to immortality. “I can’t speak because – uh, because Ursula the sea, witch? Stole my voice, but I’m happy to assist you”

Morgan let out a gasp and, if possible, her eyes widened even more. She clutched Olaf even tighter to her chest, looking devastated at Tom’s predicament. Peter, on the other hand, didn’t look quite as convinced, looking at Tom doubtfully. Still, he didn’t say anything.

“I know how we can get your voice back!” Morgan tugged on Tom’s hand, and smiled brightly at him. “We need – We need to find your true love! You need true love’s kiss!”

“I don’t think that would work, Morgan” Peter announced. He didn’t sound too convinced, but Tom could see that his little mind was trying to work around the lie yet. “How do we even know Ursula is real? We’ve never seen her”

“Of course it would work. It worked with Ariel!” Morgan began pulling Tom around, giving a hard glare to his brother. “Ursula is very tricky. She could be hiding in plain sight and you would never know! Do you have a true love, Tom?”

Honestly, the boy was having more fun than at the party last night. Tom shook his head and allowed the girl to begin dragging him around the store, stopping after taking just a few steps. He watched as Morgan surveyed their surrounded, Peter watching too even if he tried to hide it. There weren’t much people on the store, just two couples and their children.

“We are going to find your true love. Everyone has one!” Morgan seemed convinced; and his brother didn’t seem to need much more, since he had a excited smile too.

“Maybe we can go to the food court!” Peter chimed in, now completely caught up in the situation. “There’s always lots of people there!”

The idea of the two children leaving the store with him made him pale. As harmless as he thought his little joke was in the beginning, he clearly hadn’t thought things through. If he was seen with two kids on the mall, if the parents saw him with their kids, he could be in so much trouble he didn’t want to think off. Even if the kids hand bright expressions on their faced, Tom thought it wouldn’t hurt to force his voice one more time to avoid being fired.

Before he could cough out the rawness of his throat, another voice appeared.

“Morgan! Peter! Time to leave!” a man’s voice echoed through the shop, and Tom let out a relieved breath. Both kids looked extremely disappointed as their father appeared and beckoned them towards him. “We’re gonna grab some lunch – your mother is already waiting for us at the food court with Y/N”

The siblings looked at each other with glee, and Morgan let go of Tom’s hand to run to his father.

“Daddy! Daddy, Tom has to come with us! We need to find his true love!”

The man, who had dark sunglasses on and the same brown eyes than his kids, gave Tom a confused look. And Tom understood; kids brought home stray cats or dogs, not full grown men to look for their love. However, the man didn’t seem to react in a scandalous way, just tightened his tie and let his son speak.

“Ursula stole his voice” Peter added. “We have to help him get it back!”

“Please, daddy! Can he come? Can he come?” Morgan jumped up and down, begging. Cooper walked forwards too, and started to fill the man’s cheeks, covered by a black goatee with kisses.

“Morg, honey” the man began slowly, pushing his kids away. “Uh, this boy had to work, he can’t just up and leave. He has responsibilities here. What do we day about responsible, Pete?”

“That it’s important” Peter answered, pouting.

The man gave a whole speech that had Tom with wide eyes; even if he wasn’t specially tall, or strong, he held a determination in his voice that he hadn’t heard in anyone. After promising that Tom would be okay without a voice for another week, since they would come back just for him, the kids left with their father. Both of them gave Tom a big hug and promised a thousand times that they would come back.

That kind of innocence was pure, and if a five minute interaction could help them to keep that innocence even longer; well, Tom was willing to promise them back that he could wait.

After all, what could it hurt?

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Ninety minutes later, Tom was feeling a lot better. His headache was gone – courtesy of Harrison, who had taken pity of him and given him some Advil and a nice, streaming mug of tea, which helped to sooth his throat. His voice was even starting to come back, albeit it was accompanied with a slight rasp. All in all, he felt like a normal functioning human being.

The store had slowed down in activity even more; the bright and sunny day was then dark and with ominous rain clouds rolling in. Tom was almost sure that it wouldn’t hurt anyone to go home before he had to shower in cold water when it started to rain.

Pounding footsteps were suddenly heard echoing from the hallway, and Tom looked up just in time to see Peter appearing at the front entrance. Peter spotted him and squealed with excitement, whipping around to wave.

“He’s still here, Morgan! I see him!”

“Hurry up, Y/N!”

At the sound of Morgan’s voice, Tom rounded the corner of the cashier desk and frowned. Behind him, he could hear Harrison, who was lazily hanging around, begin to snicker as he watched. He already knew what had happened with the kids, and after a whole lot of teasing, Tom had regretted telling him.

Just then, Morgan appeared in his line of vision, pulling a young woman behind her by the hand. You just looked confused as you struggled with your shopping bags and the purse, all while trying to keep Morgan from running off without you. The second the little ball of energy saw Tom, she let go of your hand and went running up to him. Blinking the upcoming embarrassment, Tom bent down to one knee so that he could be at eye level with Morgan.

“Hi Tom!” Morgan greeted enthusiastically. “We thought – we thought that if you couldn’t go and find your true love we could bring her to you! This is my sister, Y/N, and she can be your true love!”

As you stepped closer to him, Tom looked up – and felt his mouth go dry. His stomach fluttered when he recognized you. You had never talked in person, but it was hard not to notice when Y/N Stark walked into the room. You had shared a couple of classes together back in highschool, and Tom sat directly behind you in your biology class. He wasn’t that much of a genius, but thanks to you he passed all the classes; and it was really a miracle, because young Tom spent all his time staring at you.

He could almost remember the stuttering when you talked, the burning heat on his cheeks and how sad he was when he learned that you had moved away. Now that he thought about that, he had already met Peter as a baby, and your father a couple of times. How could he forget his forever crush?

“Didn’t you guys want to go to the arcade?” you asked, your voice sweet and gentle as he remembered. “It’s on the other side of the mall”

“Y/N” Peter talked “We have to ask you something really important”

Panic filled Tom. He desperately wracked his brain, trying to come up with a way to stop the kids before they could embarrass him to the next decade.

“Can you be Tom’s true love?” Morgan and Peter asked at the same time, slightly unrhythmical.

For the second time that day, Tom wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole, never to be seen again. His cheeks turned red and his ears pink, and he wanted to bash his head against the counter.

“W-what?” you asked. Your gaze landed on him and he could see the recognition flashing through your eyes. The smile that appeared on your face made the whole situation more embarrassment. “Tom! It had been ages since I saw you!”

Tom nodded dumbly.

“Y/N!” Morgan stamped her foot impatiently and your attention landed on your little sister once more. “This is really important!”

“Ursula might come back, Y/N!” Peter backed up. Tom wasn’t sure who was more invested in the story, if the big brother or the little sister. “Can you be his true love or not? He doesn’t have all day!”

“Who the f -uh, who is Ursula?” you gave a confused glance to Tom, who was still kneeling on the ground frozen because I could fucking faint.

“The evil sea witch” Morgan rolled her eyes, slumping her shoulders as if you were the most annoying thing in her short life. She showed you the pad of paper with Tom’s note written on it. “Remember, Y/N? She stole Ariel’s voice. And now she took Tom’s voice, and the only way to get it back is if he finds his true love!”

Tom could hear Harrison laughing his ass off on the background. His friend for sure knew who you were, as Tom couldn’t stop talking about you even years after you left, so the situation was hilarious for the blonde. Meanwhile, Tom was feeling everything moving in a slow motion, the headache back and his palms sweaty. He had the prettiest girl he could think of in front of him, with a note that confirmed his implication on the true love thing. If you slapped him and called him a creep, he wouldn’t blame you.

But the smile didn’t fell from your lips, it just transformed into a little laugh. You tried to cover it up with a cough and brought your hand to your mouth. Tom could see the happy shine in your eyes, the same he had enjoyed when he was in highschool and made you laugh. Even if it wasn’t going as bad as it could, Tom was sure he wouldn’t be calling you to meet up, as much as it hurt him; more like changing cities and avoiding you like the plague. Forger ever mucking up the courage to ask you on a date.

“Yeah, I can” your voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he started at you in disbelief as you smirked down at him. Your hair was shorter, your features more mature and you were a bit taller; but he felt like he was all over that nervous boy that followed you through the corridors in hopes of you noticing him.

“Really?!” Morgan squealed, her wide toothless smile lit up her entire face.

“Only because you ask me and because you’re gonna eat all your veggies tonight” you tapped both of your siblings’ noses and laughed when a defeated sigh left their mouth. Then, you looked down at Tom and raised a brow. “Tom is going to have to stand up, though”

There was no way you could be serous about that. There was no way his crush from highschool, who he hadn’t seen in years, was asking him to stand up to kiss him. Not Harrison, who had stopped laughing behind Tom and was looking at the scene with wide eyes. Not your siblings, who were waiting for him to move. No, you were talking to Tom and Tom was having a heart attack.

“Tom, come on!” Peter urged him, tugging on his sleeve. For such a small boy, your brother was strong.

The whole thing was more than a little weird, but Tom wasn’t that stupid to deny the opportunity that it presented. And if there was one thing that could be said about Tom, was that he was fucking in love with you he never backed down. Even if it was going to blow up in his face.

Up close, he was able to notice the little details that he otherwise would have missed. You smelled so good that he had to stop himself from sniffling. Your eyes were brighter, and your hair was the same colour he remembered. He looked to the small mole that he had found years ago, and it was in the same place; so were the wrinkles around your eyes and the dimple on your cheek. You tucked your hair behind your ear, and Tom could see himself studying the last history test on his bed, his mother knocking on the door to see if everything was alright and hearing her giggling when Tom stuttered.

“You really have to make it a special kiss” Morgan instructed, dead serious. “Like the kind of kisses that daddy gives mommy sometimes. A real true love’s kiss!”

“Alright” you nodded, stepping closer.

Gently, you grasped the lapels of his store vest and pulled him even closer, so that your bodies touched each other. Tom leaned in automatically, his head dropping and your lips slanting together. It wasn’t as hard as he thought, as his arms wrapped around your waist and you kissed him once, twice, three times. It wasn’t the first time he had been kissed, but without a doubt, it was easily the best kiss of his life.

Your body felt warm against him, or maybe it was the nerves, and he realized that you fitted perfectly together. Your noses didn’t touch, your hand seemed to belong to the back of his neck and even the heights were perfect for each other. Tom was about to melt in the ground, when you teared apart.

He seemed them to see the two kids looking at you with wide eyes and mouth open, Harrison on his side vision with the phone on his ear and whispering-talking excitedly. You blushing and tucking your hands in the pockets of your jacket, looking down.

“Now try talking, Tom!” Morgan said, her voice sounding impossibly loud in the empty store. Tom had never been so thankful that there were no customers around.

“Uh” Tom ran a hand through his head, floundering for words.

Tom let his eyes go back to you, and your gazes met. He tuned out the kids urging him to talk, and cherished how you didn’t look ready to run off and call the police on him. It wasn’t probably the best way to ask, since you hadn’t seen each other for years and you had kissed because of a shitty tale told to a little girl as an excuse for his hangover.

But, what else could he lose? After all, in fairy tales everyone had a happy ending; and he couldn’t let the two main characters hanging.

“What about a date?”

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Ficmas Day #22 “Christmas Eve Will Find Eric”

[Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x OC]

Word Count: 1.2k

Erik holds his baby girl in his arms as the automatic doors open with a burst of heat hitting them both.  In the airport, people hustle around as everyone is seemingly busy to get to their next destination and waiting for their specific luggage to round the conveyor belt..

“Daddy.”  she says, squirming to look around.

“What’s up, Zee?”  Erik answers as he is distracted by his thoughts.  

“Daddy?”

“Where are the damn arrivals listed at?”  Erik walks in a mini circle before finally catching to elusive screens.

“Let me down!”  Zee leans away from Erik as he tries to catch her before she cracks her back in half.

“Chill!  What’s going on with you?”  Erik sets Zee down, grabbing her hand right before she tries to dart away.  

“You better come on, little girl.  I ain’t tryna lose you before Mama gets here.”

“I can’t wait for Mama to come, so I can shout SURPRISE!  And she’ll be so happy to see me!”

People beeline around the two of them quickly as Erik and Zee walk against the traffic.  As he approaches the screen, Erik looks over it diligently for the correct flight.  

“3206...There we go.  Looks like 15 minutes Zee.”  Erik looks down at his kid who is more preoccupied with a gift shop that is advertising some plushies in the shape of neck pillows.  

Erik tugs at one of her braids playfully.  Zee replies with an annoyed grunt and glare.

“You wanna go look at the pillows in there?”  Erik asks.

Zee shakes her head.  “They’re toys.  I wanna see the toys.”

Erik nods.  “You’re right.  Come on.”

The brightly lit store had no one else in it which made Erik’s anxiety deplete dramatically.  Crowds aren’t his thing and with 15 minutes left until she got there, time will go by in a flash.

Zee tugs at his hand until Erik lets her loose once pedestrian traffic clears.  Her bobble bound braids bounce as she strides inside the store going straight for a violet colored cat pillow.  Zee tells Erik all about why she likes this one the best.

“Her name is Leeta and she is 8 years old.”

“Ohh, so she’s your big sister?”  Erik asks, crouching down to look over the pillow himself. 

“No!  That is in cat years, cats age faster.”

Erik jerks his head back slightly in surprise.  “You learned that?  That’s pretty good, Zee.”

“I knew that since I was two, Daddy.  You need to watch more PBS Kids.”

“I sure do, huh?”  Erik looks proudly on his daughter before coming to a stand.  As he looks above the crowd, he sees a headwrap and afro puff that looks very familiar.  

“Oh!  Zee I think Mom’s arrived!”  Erik takes Zee by the hand to meet her, but is stopped by an alert voice.

“Sir!  Sir!”

Erik turns around more out of curiosity than assuming it has anything to do with him.  But lo and behold, a woman in plain black clothes and a name tag runs from the store.

“Sir, you have to pay for what your daughter took.”

He looks from the dirty blonde middle aged woman to Zee who is holding the violet cat.  

“She didn’t take anything, I didn’t notice it was in her hands when we left.”  He takes it from Zee and tosses it at the woman.  “I don’t remember you greeting us in the store by the way.”

The woman’s eyes go wide.  “I greet everyone, as the store dictates.”

Erik rolls his eyes.  “Uh huh, come on Zee.”

“Daddy, can I have it?  That’s Leeta, she’s mine!”  Zee tries to pull her hand from his grip to no avail.

“I don’t wanna hear that.  You got toys at home, come on.”

Zee’s knees buckle as she rolls to the floor like a damsel in distress.  “I just want Leetaaaaa!”

“Zee!”  Erik hisses at her as Zee’s outburst attracts attention, even the store manager appears to pity her.  “Quit acting like that!”

“LeetaaaaAAA!”  Her shriek nearly stops the whole airport as Erik pulls her into his arms, shushing her.

“Aight!  Hush!  Ma’am, how much is the damn pillow?”

“$54.99,” she says.

Erik curses under his breath as he looks in his wallet.  “Here, fuck the change.  Gimme the pillow.”  Erik hands the bills over to the woman, snatching the pillow from her hands as Zee hiccups and settles down, holding the pillow tightly.

“Now where the hell…”  Erik sees the black and white print headwrap again, heading for the door.  Erik runs to her, dodging the traffic like a pro footballer as he closes the distance. 

“Baby!  Hold up!”  Erik shouts, but as she turns around, he’s clearly mistaken.

“That’s not Mama,” Zee says.

“Right again, Zee.”  Erik says as the woman smiles.  He waves politely.

“I’m sorry we haven’t met before.  Cute kid though!”  The woman replies with a wink before continuing out the door.  Just then an announcement is made that 3206 has been delayed by an hour.

“Can I have a snack now?”  Zee asks.  “You said we would get something to eat when Mama comes.”

Erik checks his phone.  No news from her and it’s past dinnertime.  “Yes, we will get a snack.”

Erik finds a Starbucks to get a boost of caffeine to his system.  “Lemme get a black coffee, tall.”

“And I want a cake pop!”  Zee holds up her pillow as if the cat ordered for herself.

The barista smiles.  “Ok, sure!”  

Erik leans down to Zee.  “Make a deal with me.  I’ll get the cake pop if you eat some egg bites.  You need some food.”

“Snacks aren’t food, they’re snacks.  Dinner is food.”  Zee replies.  

Erik turns back to the barista, unable to argue with her.  “Add an order of egg bites too.”

Once he gets his order, Erik takes a seat along the wall with a clear view of the baggage claim.  Checking his phone, he notices they have at least 45 minutes before the plane possibly lands.  He and Zee sit together for time as he sips his coffee and coaxes Zee to eat more than half of one egg bite.  She distracts his wishes by asking Erik to show off his War Dog tattoo over and over again.  

“And save the last bite for Mama, Daddy.  She wants a snack too.”

Once she finishes all her cake pop, he puts the remaining egg bite in the bag.  Zee lays her pill on Erik’s leg and lays back, talking his ear off about some friends at school or a TV show she’s seen.  Erik just nods along, playing with his daughter’s hair as she jabbers on, despite being tired he enjoys her ability to hold a conversation.

Some time passes as a woman approaches baggage claim to retrieve her luggage.  She sent a text ten minutes ago to alert her man that she had touched down, but he didn’t reply.  Walking across the corridor, she sees a man and a little girl knocked out on a bench.

“Erik?  Zee?”

Walking up to them, she notices the naked cake pop stick in the girl’s hand and a pillow with the tags still on under her head.

Erik finally stirs, blinking a few times before stretching. “Hey Eve!  You finally dropped in?”

Eve nods.  “Yeah.  Sorry it got so late.”

Erik shakes Zee awake.  “Look, Mama made it.”

Zee groans, turning into Erik more.  “She was so excited to see you earlier.”

“It’s ok, I know she’s tired.  Come on.”

As Erik picks up their sleepy child, he takes his lady by the hand.  “Hey, now you took your time getting here, don’t rush us out now.”

Erik pulls her back, planting a soft, slow kiss on Eve’s lips.  “I missed you, baby.”

“I missed you too.  I’m glad y’all got along peaceful before I got here.  Zee can be demanding with her time, you know.”

Erik adjusts Zee on his shoulder.  “Oh I know.  But we were good.  No problems at all.”